#i don’t mean to be corny especially at this hour but amazing things have happened to me because of this silly little x reader blog

[brisquad-unit-4402]

san ni ichi let’s rock

thank you all for 321 followers, and the support you’ve shown me as a writer

[luaspersona]

oof ok, this review definitely took way longer than i anticipated, but there was so much i wanted to talk about that i couldn’t help myself. so let’s go!

i realized midway through the story that this was the first one-shot i’ve read from you, and i wasn’t familiar with the way you dealt with longer formats, so it kinda felt like i was falling in love with your writing all over again. 

just… ugh, your characterization? every person here is so interesting and captivating, but your take on jin might be the best on i’ve encountered, the closest to what i suppose he’s like in rl, like, their banter, their dialogue, his corny ass jokes but his ultimate softness and care… aaaa it was so fucking good 😩

and i mean, every dialogue was amazing, but their first talk? especially when she relaxes and realizes he won’t, in fact, kill her? the banter is P-E-R-F-E-C-T omg:

The vampire blinks once, twice. Takes a steadying breath and says, “I should’ve eaten you.” You shrug. “But you can’t, so.” Then your two brain cells connect. “Wait, does that mean all vampires can’t bite me? Am I immune? Is this my superhero origin story?” “It’s giving me a fucking migraine, is what it is.” You huff. “You’re avoiding the question.” “Because I don’t know the answer.”

like, he’s so real, so palpable, and so seokjin:

“Yeah. People pay a lot of money for it, and it’s not, like, illegal to bite someone consensually, so long as there’s proper documentation. And I’m really, really handsome, right, so people would pay a lot more money to get bitten by me, specifically.”

and you also have this amazing and mesmerizing control of pace. like, how you create the feeling of intimacy through time, and how you depict that time and make us feel it passing without the need to describe each event in detail because you’re a master at conveying feeling and impact — nevermind what happened, how did it make them feel?? and it makes the story so involving, i felt like i was seeing it unfold due to the RIDICULOUS the authority you have over pace and information (what to tell and when to do so). like the decision to use summary here and still be able to convey the feeling the mood of what happened:

It’s cold and it’s a long walk, takes the better part of an hour and that’s with a few shortcuts sprinkled in. Your companion talks the entire way, never shuts up even for a second, and you wonder if all vampires are as talkative as him or if you’d just run into one who’s kind of annoying but chivalrous and charming, somehow. He lends you his coat again and pops into the convenience store to buy you gloves and a cup of coffee. You jokingly ask if he bought them with money from his part-time rideshare gig and you learn he has a contagious laugh.

and their connection???????? this is straight up one of the best pairings i’ve ever seen. it feels like a domestic and mundane type of love, nevermind it being between a human and a vampire, but they liked each other in a simple way, in a domestic way that feels familiar even at the beginning, cus it’s like coming home, like the calm and peaceful of feeling of genuinity and no need to rush things cus you just know they are right, like in scenes like this:

He laughs again, harder this time, and you find yourself wishing you were funnier just so you can hear it all the time. Laughter looks good on him.

so fucking softtttttttt, the way they care for each other 😭:

Although he seems a bit more comfortable, he’s still obviously restless. Crooked fingers have been picking at the pilling of his sweater since he sat down. There’s a small pile of it on the floor, right at his feet, that he’s oblivious to. Not that you’re going to mention it, either, but the last thing you need is for Xander to eat it and hack up some disgusting combination of hairball and sweater fuzz, so when Seokjin isn’t looking you subtly push it under the couch with your foot.

it’s the subtle and domestic care for me:

Much to Seokjin’s relief, step one of Cohabitating With a Vampire is not going up against centuries of vampiric politics. Instead, you follow through on your promise and give him the passwords to all your streaming services.

here too:

And now it’s spring, so all you can do is lay in your bed with the windows cracked and wonder if every police siren you hear is because something awful has happened to him. Which is also stupid, because the man has superpowers, for fuck’s sake. He’s more than capable of taking care of himself, can do far better of a job than you could ever hope to, so there’s no sense in worrying. Still.

and here:

You level him with a stare even though his eyes aren’t open to see it. “I’m not talking about physically, you idiot. I mean, I do worry about you physically, but I worry more about you mentally and emotionally. You went through an incredibly traumatizing thing and you don’t talk about it.”

and also:

It’s not like that. Maybe it’s cliche to say he’s more important than whatever it costs to house him here, but it’s true. Simply being able to lay in bed, cool breeze streaming in from a cracked window, and hear Seokjin’s squeaky laughter and muffled voice as he talks to his stream—it’s priceless. You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

plus here:

You respond to Seokjin’s mistyped texts with the appropriate amount of interest and the occasional meme and you don’t push when his thoughts become less joke-y and more introspective. He asks your thoughts about the concept of found family, if you think people (and by people he means Prince Zuko) are capable of redemption or if sometimes someone can truly be too far gone.

but also how their relationship grow naturally:

Later on, after you’ve showered and are tucked into bed, a warmth spreads through your chest as you hear Seokjin say to his stream, nothing but affection in his voice, “Can you believe my best friend’s cat tried to murder me today?”

like when she realizes how much he’s inserted and burned into her routine atp:

You’ve grown so used to having him in your space, in your life. The thought of no longer hearing his ridiculous laugh from across the hall, still audible even with your noise-canceling headphones on? The thought of cooking dinner alone again. The thought of no longer coming home from work to find Seokjin napping on the couch, Xander curled up on his chest. It’s all unfathomable. Has your heart pounding wildly in your chest, and you know Seokjin can hear it, know you’ll probably have to examine all these feelings soon, but—

and here? i almost cried and filled a lawsuit istg:

Why can’t they? you want to ask. What can I possibly give you? But that’s… dumb. They’re questions you already know the answer to, especially when Seokjin’s looking at you like this: like you’re the only thing in his entire universe that matters. Like he’d trust you to lead him into war; trust you to keep him safe. That’s what all of this is truly about, isn’t it? Trust.

and the whole part about the valetine’s day was so AKJFWIBFKJLKCQENRV FUCKING HEART WARMING

but this part:

He’s crying. Two things happen before you even have a chance to breathe: you get tangled in the duvet and eat shit trying to scramble out of bed, and your hands are pressed to Seokjin’s cheeks, thumbing away the tears beneath his eyes. He heaves a sob and pulls you closer. Wraps those gangly arms around your shoulders and cries quietly into your neck. It all makes you feel a bit hopeless, but you know Seokjin feels safe. You know you’re a safe place for him. So you let him cry. Don’t ask what’s wrong, because you already know, have been waiting for it to hit out of the blue and all at once. There are only so many distractions. Even fewer that can bear the weight of a trauma like Seokjin’s.

honestly? it was my favorite, no doubt.

but besides that, you also have such a charming, enamoring way of approaching descriptions and telling things. it’s never said in an obvious way and the way through which you contextualize things is so interesting and captivating! like:

In a dark alley in between the club and a 24-hour convenience store as a tall, broad-shouldered man with long, very sharp teeth tries—and fails—to sink them into your neck. He coughs awkwardly, pulls back as he tightens his grip on your waist. Your back is pressed to his chest, so it’s not like you can see his face, but you think if you could there’d be a very perplexed look on it. “Well, this is awkward, huh?”

i mean lmaoooo 😭😭😭😭:

“Really?” you deadpan. “You really expect me to believe there are vampires out there moonlighting as Uber drivers?” He scoffs. “Well, we certainly can’t daylight as them, now can we?”

that’s so seokjin! but the reader is also so fucking funny:

See, you had the advantage of not being over two-hundred years old.

plus:

You’d stolen (more like permanently borrowed without prior consent, because stolen is such a loaded word) some spare equipment from work.

like, aren’t they the healthiest couple atp??:

Seokjin trusts you. Seokjin has allowed something solid and impenetrable to be formed between you, has helped create it. Now it’s time to trust him in turn—trust that he’s happy, safe, wants to stay here.

and that’s why they are so charming together:

“It means you’re a bona fide local celebrity, darling. The only person in this city immune to a friendly chomp. After my unfortunate excommunication, you were the talk of the vampire world for weeks. The two chaos demons will probably ask for your autograph.” Eyes narrow, you study Seokjin’s face. “I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me.” “I would never.” “That’s a lie.” Seokjin just grins.

and you also  make AMAZING analogies like aksakjhdka:

You’ll be a goner all because you had a brief, fleeting moment of stupidity, like the kid back in high school that always asked the teacher if they were going to collect the homework after they’d forgotten. Everyone hated that kid, and you’ve learned nothing.

now i just wanna make a lil hall of fame of writing choices, with no particular commentary about them:

“Hey now,” he says, doing his best to shush you. He already knows he’s in for a reaming for outing himself to a human; the last thing he needs is to be caught by anyone else. “Anyone would be lucky to murder you. You’re totally good enough! Don’t say things like that about yourself.”

and 😭😭😭😭:

“Not to mention,” you continue, a manicured finger jabbing into his chest, “you totally ruined my night. My friends dragged me out to celebrate me, you know? I finally got that promotion at work that should’ve been mine years ago, but my shitty boss gave it to Steve! Fucking Steve. But I finally got it, so my friends were like, ‘Oh my god, let’s go out to celebrate! We’ll buy all your drinks!’ Which—do you know how fucking cheap my friends are? They never pay for drinks! I was drinking on an unlimited tab, and you ruined it, you fucking dickhead! And I’m gonna have to go back to therapy!”

comparing seokjin to math tho that’s just mean:

The memory of him should’ve been lodged into an unused crevice of your mind—some dusty, cobweb-covered wrinkle that also housed lyrics to one-hit wonders from the ‘90s and the formulas for trigonometric ratios. Sine, cosine, and tangents may have been lost to the recesses of your mind forever, but Seokjin hadn’t.

alksjalk:

This is normally the part where you’d offer to make him something—coffee, a cup of tea, something bitter and alcoholic—but you’re not sure what he drinks other than blood. Which is not a thing you have outside of your body.

like she’s so indifferent at times lmao:

Nine-o’clock on a Saturday night. Previously alone in your apartment, because one near-death experience was enough to put you off clubbing for a while. A knock on your door. A mysterious man on the other side. He has sharp teeth. Once tried to use you as a chew toy. Grass is green, water is wet.

the forehead comment lmao so true: 

This is weird and not correct. Seokjin doesn’t stumble. He’s infuriatingly composed at all times, especially when he’s dressed to go out and leaves a bit of forehead showing. Then he’s really composed. Carries himself with an unshakeable arrogance that has you wondering how one’s forehead can wield so much power.

this made me sob:

“Jungkookie eats human food. He’s a vile little creature.”

and like, i loved that you left us with an open ending, even if i also like to think she eventually turned too. i can’t help but daydream and picture scenarios with this couple in the eternal life, with seokjin being his dorky forever self and reader matching his energy forever, with her care and her awesome personality lol

tbh i struggled a lot with this review, because i loved this story SO MUCH, but couldn't find the words to express it (that's why i'm mostly just quoting you). i think your writing is just so amazing and you're just so talented that it feels vain to actually try and analyze it somehow... but overall, thank you so much for writing this, cus i feel like it altered the way i view relationships and the idea of time and passion. slow and gradual things can also be super intense, and you made me feel loved through their love.

you suck! | ksj

(or, the one where everything goes very wrong but a lot more goes very right.)

→ pairing: vampire!seokjin x f. reader → genre: supernatural; strangers to lovers; roommates; crack, fluff → rating: explicit. minors dni. → warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex work, taekook are also chaotic vampires, a lot of twilight references for someone who has never seen or read it, completely made up and non-canonical vampire lore, a teeny-tiny bit of angst, jin’s forehead has powers or something, jin takes dick pics on a polaroid (canon), one very purposely awkward smut scene that includes: slight praise kink, unprotected sex, oral, kissing. overall this is very soft and they are just two idiots very in love, your honor. → wordcount: 18.3k → a/n: i started this almost exactly a year ago after buying this print from @yelhsaart​ and becoming completely obsessed with it. i just wanted to write jin as a goofy, idiot (affectionate) vampire. as i said in the warnings, the vampire lore is completely made up here. some of it is canon, some of it is inspired by the wayhaven chronicles, some of it is just plot device. don’t take it too seriously. → thank yous: lauren, for once again being my beta and telling me when my brain writes sentences that don’t make sense. jess, for being born today — happy birthday, this is my lame and completely self-serving gift to you. bee, for always encouraging my chaos.

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[wizkiddx]

Please I request you and Tom Holland being the sort of ‘it/star couple’ and being really popular in the media and fans

Req if you want?🤪 + I’d love any feedback/tips <3

Sorry I changed this a bit just cos tom rn seems the opposite of being that public and I have 0 imagination, hope this is still okay!

Summary: Tomhollandxactress!reader - as the two of you go on your first public and official event, Tom cant help but show everyone how enamoured he is by you

The fallout of from yesterdays ceremony was definitely not what either of you had expected. Having stirred from sleep before your boyfriend, naturally you’d killed the morning flicking through your phone. As much as you normally tried to avoid the tabloids and twitter, especially after you released your relationship to the world, having had a bunch of your friends actually sent you links to them - it would be rude not to have a quick scan. Especially because, for once, they seemed to be positive.

You see, it had always been the little things with Tom. Even when you had just been getting to know him, it was the small and unconscious actions that even he didn’t know he did. You always said Toms love language was physical - as much as he wanted to say that it was ‘words if affirmation’ or something else corny he’d read on buzzfeed (you’d got him addicted and now lived to regret it). That didn’t mean that he had to be clinging on to you, or excessive PDA or anything of the sort. It was more subtle which somehow made them more special to you. Now though, the whole world seemed to have picked up on it too.

This was the first event the two of you had actually attended together. As in together together. As in not hiding. You had been nominated for best actress; whilst Tom’s newest movie was up for a few accolades too - so fair to say it was a big night for Hollywoods newest couple. Naturally since your instagram post 3 weeks ago, the world was obsessed with you both. All the way in the car, you leg had actually been trembling with nerves - bouncing up and down in your silhettohe heels. In attempt to calm you, Tom bumped his knee against yours before reaching over to actually squeeze your thigh. 

“It’ll be fine you know?” You sighed shakily, turning your head to face Tom’s soft features. Both of you were dressed to the nines, you were in a glittery red chain-look scrappy dress; Tom in an all black suit, except the little pocket square of satin deep red - embellished with a single chain that came from your dress. Hopefully not too cliche but now the both of you were done with hiding - Tom seemed to want to just a little something. You hummed in response, searching the flicks of warm brown in his eyes with yours. 

“It’s just new and we haven’t encountered all the questions yet so I don’t know how to answer them and -”

“We’ll do them together and-and you can say no Y/n/n… you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” Taking a long exhale, you hesitantly nodded, allowing a small smile to grow on your face. It was terrifying but you had this doting and angelic boy by your side. You’d get through any tough questions.

However it wasn’t actually the answers you spoke that evening that stuck in the public mind. 

When you’d first pulled up to the carpet, Tom instantly hopped out and rounded the car door to get to your side just as you swung your legs out toe doorway. After waving quickly at the screaming crowd, he looked down and offered up his hand to you - which you gladly accepted. The LA weather was beautiful, and the evening was just rolling into golden hour- the suns brilliant yellow-orange light bathing your body as you climbed out the car. 

The screaming used to be terrifying and although today was a little more nerve wracking than normal, you still could be nothing but appreciative for all these people showing up. In your head it was so bizarre that anyone would spend so much time and effort to meet you - really you were just normal person, and pretty boring one at that. Yet here you were in the most bizarre situation, there was nothing else to do but smile and wave. 

Just like that you went into the ‘celebrity mode’. The pair of you worked your way down the sides, smiling warmly for selfies and signing various posters and memorabilia. Really there was nothing to worry about, everyone there was nothing but lovely -  many fan girls squealing about how amazing you looked. Tom kept himself close by, occasionally hovering his hand against the small of your back just to reassure you he was there. 

Eventually you worked up to the press line, all of them calling your names with mics outstretched. The two of you approached the first in a long line, Tom taking the moment to just hook his pinky with yours (thinking no one else would notice) because this was clearly the more threatening part of the evening and he just knew you were feeling the anxieties all over again. 

“Tom and Y/n!!! Wow how are you guys doing?” Hence began the start of overenthusiastic small talk from the blonde interviewer. 

“I mean first I gotta ask you Tom…” She drew out the words, increasing the suspense somewhat, making Tom wiggle his brows “How insane does your girl look tonight?” 

“Oh well” Tom chuckled whilst you tried to shake off the embarrassment. He looked you up and down with the biggest smirk on his face. “It’s fair to say my woman looks absolutely breathtaking. She came out the room and I did a little excited dance before we left.” The interviewer laughed and you bumped into his side, rolling your eyes in a joking fashion- though to be fair it was completely true. The interviewer then asked you a couple questions that were a bit more serious, relating to the darker material of work you were nominated for. During it a random gust of wind flew down the carpet, shocking everyone a little - none more so that the minimal pins in the top of your hair, which did little to restrict its movement and instead was flying allover the place. Squealing a little, your trial of though momentarily broken, both yours and Tom’s hands went to pull the long locks back down into place. You thought nothing of it, Tom had developed this weird thing about wanting to do you hair weeks ago - but you weren’t to complain. Constantly during movie nights, he’s be running his fingers through your strands of hair; or even after a shower he’d learn to plait it whilst you did your skincare routine. Whispering a little thanks to him, Tom then reached down to squeeze your hand as the attention was turned back to yet another interview. 

The first article you clicked on was one that your best mate had texted you the link of. On opening it up, the title already made you scoff a little ‘Tom Holland single handedly restoring all hopes that men aren’t always trash’. What followed was 4 points. 

You ever struggled to get out a car in heels? Get yourself a Spiderman to help you up

Hand holding too much PDA? How about a pinky grip?

Oh and he’s trained himself to become a hairdresser when the wind picks up….

Accompanying each subheading was photos of each moment that as it had happened yesterday evening. Unable to help yourself, you kept looking between your phone screen and Tom - who was still fast asleep, his arm wrapped protectively round your middle.  The hair that had been so securely gelled back yesterday evening, now was falling over the front of his forehead and the sight was enough to give you that feeling in the centre of your chest. The dropping feeling as if you were jumping off the edge of a cliff - the adrenalin rush and heart in mouth moment. It had been 18 months you and Tom had been like this and he still gave you the most intense flutters - even if he was snoring. 

Managing to tear your eyes away from him, you scrolled to the last point of the article.

      4.  And yes we know this is cliche… but we swear we have never seen ‘heart eyes’ in reality more that this.

And there was a photo of you, probably chatting pure shit to the interviewer, paying absolutely no attention to a particular pair of brown eyes on you. It was the way the outer corner of his eyes dropped a little to normal position; the way the corner of his lips were turned up just enough to show the slight dimples on his cheeks. Tom’s face had literally been the definition of uwu and you could not suppress the teenage girl like giggle that burst out your chest. That was enough to rouse Tom with a heavy groan, as he pulled himself flush against your side releasing a deep breath.

“Mhmmm… you laughin at me?” He slurred, eyes still shut against your stomach as you stared to card your fingers through his curls. 

“Actually… I might just be” Smirking down at him, Tom yanked his his neck up, squinting at you with a scowl and barely open eyes. “You look so soft” laughing at his expression, you brought your hand out of his curls to smooth over his frown lines.

“ Don’t try and distract me… what you laughing at?” Still pouting, of course, the boy had never been a morning person

“Just… I think you’ve accidentally made us the new Hollywood ‘it’ couple.”

[thatoneitaliangirl]

Umm hellooo 👉👈 may I request Venti’s fem s/o asking to have a baby with her? After they’re married and stuff ofc ehchvhgggvb

Hi! Sorry this took me so long, I'm taking a summer class this semester and life is crazy and ahhhhhhh!

Anyway, here is your story! It's not very long, but I hope you find it entertaining! I didn't mention if they were married or not, but you can assume they are if you want to. I left it open to interpretation.

Thank you so much for requesting this from me and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Venti x Reader

About- Venti want's to talk to reader about having a baby.

Warnings- Mentions of superficial wounds from a commission, implied sexy times at the end.

Word count- 1,074

Something has been on Venti's mind for a while now.

Being immortal, he's never truly thought about having kids. Sure, he's seen them around Mondstadt and plays with them like the kid at heart he is, but one of his own? He's not even sure if it's possible!

But, then he met you.

He didn't even know who you were, you just showed up in Mondstadt one day looking for commissions. But there was something about you he couldn't quite place that made you feel special to him for some reason. He tried asking you, but you avoided him like the plague. It wasn't until you decided to help out the traveler with a commission that he finally had the opportunity to talk to you.

He and the traveler are tight, so they didn't mind him tagging along. You, on the other hand, did NOT seem pleased. Every little comment he made, every stride he took, every time he laughed, you looked physically in pain. Like his mere presence was just too much for you to handle. And when you fought, you just looked so familiar . . .

He finally got the courage to corner you after the fight and ask you and was extremely shocked at the news. Apparently, during the Archon war, you two had fought. It was a misunderstanding; you, a small god new to the world and scared, were just trying to defend your territory. And Barbatos being merciful, let you escape. He honestly didn't think you'd make it, being as weak as you were. But somehow you were able to survive and live in hiding for many years.

A god without people or land, wandering aimlessly for hundreds of years with no sense of belonging.

You had avoided Mondstadt for so long but finally decided to stay for a bit. After all, their god had been gone for a very long time. Boy, were you wrong.

But in the end, you two settled your differences. You're still incredibly weak, hardly would anyone call you a god in this day and age. Despite this, you've done your best to protect the people you've come across, defeating hilichurls and Abyss mages on your travels. Weak or not though, you are still a god.

One with a Gnosis just like his own. So, in good faith and a bit of a guilty conscience, Venti decided to help you. He didn't want the Tsaritsa to find out about you, especially since they don't know what she plans on doing. The best thing for you would be to stay by his side. And so you did.

Neither of you expected to fall in love with each other, but those things just happen.

But, that brings us back to the present and back to our original thought.

Does Venti want kids with you? Yes, yes he does. But do you?

He looks at you from across the room. You just got back from a commission about an hour ago and are dressing your wounds. Venti walks over and hands you fresh water and you thank him. It pains him to see you hurt. You heal faster than a normal human, but nowhere near as fast as him. Sometimes, he sees the Traveler in you, and you in them. Both powerful in your own right, but weak compared to a god.

"I'm sorry." Venti whispers, just audible enough to hear. You look up at him and laugh.

"Venti, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop apologizing! I've survived this long without your help, haven't I?" He smiles back, sitting next to you. Your smile always brings his mood back up.

"Well, if I had been there, you probably wouldn't have gotten as banged up. You sure you don't want my help?" You roll your eyes.

"Positive, Ven." Venti watches as you clean up, noting nothing too severe. A few cuts, a few scrapes, no worse than poor Benny gets daily. He swallows and sighs. Should he ask you? Maybe now's not the time.

"Why are you looking so melancholy, Ven? Cat got your lyre strings?" His eyes widen.

"Please, don't curse me with that!" You laugh, a perfect melody to his ears. Venti bites his lip and decides to give in.

"I have something very important to ask you," He looks up at you, looking into your eyes. Very rarely do you see him this serious.

"You don't have to answer right away- you don't have to answer at all if you don't want to, but . . . It's just . . . I," You look at him, concern filling your eyes and he's entranced.

'Abort mission, ABORT-'

"Maybe I'll ask later-!" He tries to get up, but you grab him by the wrist and pull him down. Elementally you may be weak, but physically? All those years of training and fighting have gained you some muscles! Much more than Venti has, at least. Not that that's saying much.

"Venti, what's the matter? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He lets out a defeated sigh and shuts his eyes tight.

"Iwannahaveababywithyou!" You blink in surprise.

"I'm sorry, what?" Venti opens his eyes and looks at you.

"I want to-" You nod encouragingly.

"Have a baby with . . . You . . ."

"Oh."

"Oh?" You cough into your hand.

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it. But," You look up at Venti, a nervous but bright smile on your face.

"I love you more than life itself. Having a baby with you, starting our own little family . . . It sounds . . ." You laugh and pull him into a hug.

"It sounds amazing Venti!" Relief floods off of Venti as he tightens the hug, pulling you as close to him as he can. He never thought you would actually say yes! I mean, there are so many reasons you could have said no, but you said yes!

"You're the muse to my music, the melody to my song, and the meaning to the words that I sing. Having a family with you would make me the happiest man in all of Teyvat!" You pull back from the hug seeing tears of joy run down Venti's face.

"You're so corny, Ven!" Venti smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

"I may be corny, but I'm also something else that rhymes with it!"

"Oh my gods, Venti!"

[hoe-imaginess]

just Hawks things

commissioned by anonymous. vaguely smutty hcs included 

True Bird Hours: he sleeps most comfortably sitting up with his wings fluffed and folded snugly around him, so he can nuzzle his face into them for the warmth

Yes when he’s got his boo with him, they are also invited to snuggle up in his wings

More birdie things bc why not:

He has an unconscious habit of picking through your hair: brushing fingers through it, fiddling with little pieces, nuzzling his face against it. He’s trying to preen you ok. Please let him. If you are not preened at least once a day… he has not done his job 

He also unconsciously fluffs his wings out and makes them a little bigger, more noticeable, when he’s flirting/talking to someone he finds particularly attractive. The bird instinct in him is screaming SHOW OFF YOUR WINGS SHOW OFF YOUR FEATHERS SHOW OFF YOUR PRETTY COLOR MMmmmm plsss look at this plumage bb

But he snaps out of it when he realizes what he’s doing because… omg it’s so embarrassing 

His sharp eyes also hone in and out when he’s looking at you because oof he is FIXATED on you. He likes what he sees he is looking DIRECTLY 

If you’re angry at him and lock yourself in the bathroom, he sits outside the door like awww come on babe. Don’t be like that. *slips a feather under the door to tickle you*

After a long day of hero work when he comes home to see you, he has either two moods when he gets into bed with you: he knocks tf out, or he can’t stfu 

You’ll really be out here trying to get some sleep and he is just running his mouth about all the hero work he had that day, how windy it was, how annoying one of his sidekicks was being—

Those intimate little forehead touches where you just… sit there and relax and simply exist together, eyes closed as you breathe in each other’s presence….. big Hawks mood. He feels so connected to you. He loves it

He doesn’t get jealous very often; he’s too busy for that and he knows how badly jealousy can spiral and ruin a relationship

But when he is jealous and feeling particularly beat up about it, he staves it off by keeping busy with hero work: something to take his mind off of the problem, so that he can think more rationally on it later

He simps for you so hard if you give him a massage. Hero work is tough ya know. He’s got a lot of tension in those shoulders and on his back. I mean, those wings are working overtime all day. Knead out all those knots in his muscles and oof you are getting his unmatched appreciation… and possibly his dick (because yeah, massages… get him really hard really fast)

He’s such a kisser. Kissing fiend. Serial kisser. Forehead kisses, nose kisses, NECK KISSES, throat kisses, hand kisses, thigh kisses (especially what‘s between your thighs)

He also cannot keep his teeth off of you: lots of nibbling and playful gnawing where he knows you’re most sensitive

That being said he tries REALLY hard not to leave hickies even though SHIT he really wants to sometimes. Sucking on that sensitive skin just below your ear reallllllllly gets him going. He wants to latch on and suck and bite while pressed up against you and just… wants to mark you up… whew it’s a struggle not to. His restraint is commendable 

Oh and yes he WILL kiss your toes

Let him worship those feet and ankles alright 

I’m not done talking about his kisses ok he’s such… a kissing expert. It’s unfair 

You want slow, intimate, tentative kisses that get your body hot and tingly and anxious for more? He will deliver. He loves lazy makeouts, and the little teasing nip he gives to your bottom lip just kajshkfjhsd delicious

But oh, you want hungry, desperate, wet kisses too? Yes please. He knows exactly what he’s doing. No awkward lip-sucking and no awkward tongue-poking in your mouth; he takes the lead until you’re dizzy from just the kisses alone. And his hands are running all over you while he’s doing it. You don’t even know how he’s giving you so much attention because you can barely think of anything but his lips on you, let alone put your own hands to work. When you try to reciprocate and reach for his pants you’re fumbly and clumsy because damn his kisses are literally breath-taking. It’s okay though, he’ll take care of everything. King of multi-tasking

Just imagine him giving you little nibbling kisses along your jawline until he moves back up to your lips, and bites the bottom one gently while looking into your eyes skjdhkjdhgd

Hawks is very sorry but marriage is not really on his agenda any time soon, if ever. Just being your man is enough for him

In fact, please tell people he’s your man. Boyfriend, partner, lover, booty call… yeah those are fine too

But your man? God… He finds that… extremely fcking hot

He has home-cooked meals like twice a year. He does NOT have the time. Honestly he wishes he did have more time, because there’s only so much on-the-go street food he can manage before he starts getting sick of it. No matter how delicious it is 

So if you happen to catch him when he’s free and wrangle him down for dinner, he’s shook. He feels absolutely PAMPERED when you cook for him. The food makes him drool but so does your cute ass cooking for him DAMN he feels so… he feels so Domestic™

You might need to… shoot him a text when you’re cooking next time so he can zoom by and grab a plate through your window. Domestic Fast Food. Give him that Scone App the Beef shit please he’s taking your food to go and he will bring the tupperware back later ok

His sidekicks look at him like… wtf?? when he returns to patrol with food. They’re like… Hawks, where did you get that? Where did you even go??

Him slurping his spaghetti: Uhhhhhhh sorry but I’m not sharing this

Oof it’s so hard for him when he’s missing you

He’s so horribly busy he’ll go weeks without so much as seeing your face. Every time he finds some spare time to go see you, even if it’s just twenty minutes, something comes up. He loves spending time with you but hero work has to come first

And forget keeping up through text or call. Sometimes he doesn’t have time for that either. Makes him feel like an asshole, and he gets these little pangs of anxiety when he thinks that you’ll start resenting him for his career, that you’ll start feeling neglected

He would definitely understand if that made you want to end the relationship though. It’s gonna hurt, but if that’s what you need, he understands—because those little pangs of anxiety aren’t just because he thinks you might leave him, but because he doesn’t want you to feel like you aren’t worth it

You are, you’re absolutely worth it and you’re absolutely a good and wonderful person. And he doesn’t want you to think otherwise just because he can’t give you what you deserve. Don’t let his busy lifestyle make you feel invalid because damnit he thinks you’re so valid and he tries so hard to let you know that

That being said… sorry, but he forgets birthdays sometimes

Doesn’t snore, even when he’s utterly exhausted, but just… sighs…. very cute-like

Otherwise he’s dead silent when he’s asleep, it’s almost scary. He’s alert at all times. Very light sleeper

One sound and he is 👁👄👁 awake

Lost his shit when he discovered snapchat filters because omg they’re so fun

When it comes to how soon he says I love you, it really depends

He falls fast and hard, which really throws him for a loop because he’s a composed and rational guy otherwise

He doesn’t have so much pride that he won’t tell you he loves you when he knows he means it. It’s just a matter of when he’s prepared to tell you

He doesn’t have one preferred nickname for you. He just has… so many. It’s like he spins a wheel every morning to decide what he’s going to call you

Sweetheart, honey, hon’, babe, baby, sweet thing, a simple girl/boy

The baby bird, chickadee, chick stuff is reserved for when he wants to see that sour, unamused look on your face because god they’re such corny nicknames and he knows it 

Rainy days suck because they weigh his feathers down, make his wings harder to flap and thus all the more difficult to get around with. His quirk is next to useless when there’s heavy rain so he’s out of commission the whole day. Just sulks around his agency until the weather clears 

But days of light showers are nice! Hawks loves giving his wings a little sprinkle, just a little cleanse. It’s so cute when he shakes the wings to dry them out

The first time he gets his heart broken… oof

He’s very socially adept due to his hero training. He’s also well-versed in flirting because that’s just part of the charisma he needs as a hero. Unfair as it might be he’s also not above charming people to get what he wants

But actual, truthful, organic romance?… He’s a little lost on that 

So when he finds somebody he really comes to love, only for that love to be taken away, he’s completely floored. It rattles him and it’s a brutal reminder of the dangers of getting emotionally involved with other people when he’s got such a complicated, demanding life. The heartache is too much and he can’t focus and he hates it

It eats at him for a long time. Something’s changed. He doesn’t take sentiment for granted anymore. He comes to fully respect—also resent—the way love can utterly change perspective

Romantically inept as he may be sometimes, he’s… still an absolute SIMP of a man 

Do not ever talk down to yourself when he’s around because he goes full cheerleader mode

He just wants to encourage you to find some of that self-love okay he thinks you’re fuckn PRECIOUS and DESERVING and AMAZING—how can you not see that you’re all those things???

He’s so proud when you start sticking up for yourself, or when you speak your mind. Even if it’s small, stupid things like actually telling the waiter that he brought you the wrong food instead of meekly going oh… ok… I guess I can eat this instead

like NO!! STICK UP FOR YOURSELF BABY!! He wants you to be the BEST you

And when he asks you “What do you feel like doing today?”, don’t even think about pulling some “Whatever you want to do, Hawks” bs on him because NOPE. Tell him what YOU want. Please don’t be afraid to have a voice ok because he loves it when you’re confident and clear with what you want

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perfidy;tom holland|1

chapter 1: the script

enemies to lovers au

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

chapter summary: the first time he broke your heart 

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, flashback in italics, juuuuuust slightly angsty but not really      

word count: 3.9k

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You were running late. Your alarm had not gone off and you were currently running around your apartment. Your wet hair was leaving droplets around the kitchen as you quickly devoured a cereal and tried to apply your makeup at the same time. You needed to look presentable, you’d have an interview to be an official writer on the series you currently interned at. 

Everything was going too quickly this morning for your own convenience, it seemed like you were running out of time and it seemed like nothing was real. It didn’t feel real, but it was. You were trying to catch your breath as the excitement and nerves were tickling your skin.

A writing assistant/intern/coffee-runner was all you were by now, but you didn’t want to give up. Everybody’s got dreams and maybe yours were closer each day. You knew you’d have your big breakout one day, maybe it was closer than you could think of. 

But everything had seemed to be stopped suddenly, as soon as good things were coming down your way, life would bring in more and more pebbles to your path. Just like the day before, everything was ready but your car, however, had decided to stop working, and of course you had been stuck under the rain in London. 

Cue to the next day, to this morning when you had overslept and your nose was slightly red, and you had no transportation. You believed life hated you, but you ended up not worrying, everything would turn out to be fine even if all the odds were constantly turning around for you.

You had called your best friend, and he had assured you he’d be there to give you a ride. Seemed like he was the guardian angel that you so much needed in your life at the moment. Besides, you were excited to see him, you’d barely seen him in the last few months, his new girlfriend was taking him away from you. And you weren’t jealous, you’d still have Sam, but Sam was too busy with his own things so whenever you went to visit Harry you’d end up stuck with his older brother, whom, thank you very much, you despised. 

You heard the usual claxon honking outside your building, you grabbed your coat and bag and rushed downstairs. 

Harry would be picking you up and he’d probably give you a very needed pep-talk to get you ready.

You ran to the car as you felt butterflies inside your stomach. It’s alright to be nervous, you guessed, it was the opportunity of a lifetime. 

But life was once more proving to you how much it could suck. 

“I thought Harry was picking me up,” you stated as soon as you saw who was behind the wheel. Tom looked up from his phone and dedicated a corny smirk, you could even see a wink under his sunglasses. 

“He got some stuff to do, you’re stuck with me,” Tom said. 

“Was Sam not available?” You groaned. 

“Work.” 

“Haz?” You asked with hope. 

“He had a shoot.” 

“Paddy?” You were desperate. 

“Oh, fuck’s sake y/n, be thankful I came. I was about to leave, took you long enough, you know makeup won’t do you miracles.” 

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and hopped into the car. You pulled out your phone to avoid any further conversation. 

“You know, I’m no uber,” he sassed. 

“I know, uber drivers are usually nice,” you snapped. 

Tom started the car. 

“I brought you tea,” he said as he eyed the cup with a smirk. 

You frowned staring at it. 

“I didn’t poison it, y/n,” Tom said condescendingly. 

You slowly picked it up, “Thanks,” sceptically, you took a sip. 

“I did spit on it, though,” Tom grinned. 

You widened your eyes and glared at him. “Oh fuck off, Tom.” 

“Oh, you’re gonna be that way?” Tom frowned. “You know I could pull over right here and you’d have to walk to your precious interview,” he snapped. 

You sighed. “I’m sorry,” you rolled your eyes. “Did you really spit on it?” 

“No, I’m kidding, y/n, gee you don’t have to take everything that serious,” He chuckled as you flipped him off. 

“I don’t trust you,” you admitted. 

“I know you don’t,” he laughed. “Which is the reason as to why I didn’t even have to do anything with the tea, your sole mind is doing the trick.” 

You remained quiet. The ride was going to be very long.

“Are you nervous?” He turned slightly to look at you.

“A little,” you confessed. 

“Ya goin’ to pitch a screenplay?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I...uh, not really.” 

“Good, they wouldn’t like your writing anyway,” Tom cornily input. “Bit cheesy.” 

You clenched your jaw. “They liked your acting, didn’t they?” 

He scoffed. “Remind me who’s got a career.” 

You stayed quiet and looked out the window. He pursed his lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence, and it seemed real. “I was joking, you’ll do amazing.” 

“You really don’t have to try to make conversation, you know?” You said, slightly hurt. 

There was no easy way to explain your relationship with the Holland’s. With each member of the family, you had your history. 

Your mum was best friends with Nikki since diapers, they had been to school together, roommates at college and even their respective maids of honour. Naturally, they had expected you to be friends with all her kids. You were sure your mother and Nikki had had the fantasy of their kids playing in the garden, while they enjoyed a mean cup of tea. You were also sure they both had had the stupid fantasy of one of their kids falling in love growing up and becoming best friends with the others.

And it kind of went like that, growing up with them in your house, birthday parties with them, some Christmas, New Years. Always together. You knew them perfectly. Too much for your own convenience. 

You were friends, at least with the twins and Paddy. There had been no trouble with the twins, the three of you got along perfectly. Sam, Harry and you had been inseparable since you were young, even if you were slightly older than them. You had hit it off right away. Even if they were fighting between them, you’d always be alright with them.  It was a very innocent friendship. 

Especially with Harry, both of you had shown your interest in films and cinema from a very young age. You’d be seen together always with a camera on your hands and directing Sam and Tom to act. You’d come up with the stories and Harry would help you bring them to life. Usually, your homemade movies came out fine, even if they usually involved hours of you and Tom fighting. 

Especially since you lacked crew, the four of you would end up playing roles you never really liked. 

But Harry would always bring out the camera your parents would borrow and film everything. Thanks to that, you’d have a lot of memories of your childhood on video. Even the ones you didn’t want to remember. 

Tom always wanted to be in front of the cameras, but since you were the only girl at the time, you’d often be paired up with him. That’s when you stopped coming up with romantic stories, you really didn’t want to even hold hands with Tom, 

Tom, Tom was complicated. Older than you, and extremely annoying. You had been “ friends” when you were kids, but he seemed to always have a reason to bother you. It was extremely annoying. When you were only toddlers, you got along fine, but of course what problems could toddlers possibly have. 

But you grew up, and Tom possibly, no, he definitely was the worst kid you could have ever possibly imagined. He never wanted to share anything, he would always whine and he’d throw tantrums. And he’d pull your hair and he wouldn’t let you play and he’d go running to his mum to cry to complain if you ever won while playing together. He, very maturely, would stick his tongue out whenever you spoke, and he’d push you, and he’d mimic you. Now, now, if you were completely honest you weren’t good friends, you’d both always end up on the floor fighting each other. You would always pride yourself on being able to take him down. More than once you had been on top of him, after an innocent and childish wrestle. 

However, you were getting tired of never being able to have 5 minutes without him insulting or bothering you. Because even with everything, you found the boy cute. Whenever he wasn’t bothering you, he was nice, he was remotely kind. It was cute. It wasn’t that you guys didn’t get along, well, you didn’t, but it seemed that Tom wasn’t able to be decent around you. 

He had his good moments, like whenever he would be a gentleman and give you the first cookie, or whenever he would cut a flower and give it to you, but of course, that was usually followed by dirt being thrown at your face, as if he was trying to make a point. 

And he’d constantly confuse you and your stupid little heart, which would make you blush whenever he decided to be remotely kind. 

And you cursed the day your mother and Nikki had said the following words; 

“He bothers you because he has a crush on you,” Nikki had said. 

“That’s true, boys want attention and the only way he’s getting your attention is by being annoying. He likes you.” 

And being the stupid 6 yeared old you were, you changed the way you viewed Tom, and finally became completely foolishly smitten with him. Very stupid decision. Because, really, whoever came up with that theory was very stupid. Why would you bother someone you like? And why would people go on around telling girls that guys treating them badly would mean they loved them. It was fucked up, wasn’t it? Of course, now you were older and you didn’t believe in any of that bullshit. Because at the end of the day, that’s all it was, pure horseshit. 

But of course, you didn’t know well back then, so after they told you Tom had a crush on you, you, it started, the stupid decision to crush on him more. And you started to act differently, and initially, he noticed. He would ask why you would wear more dresses rather than the tomboy look you loved to have when younger, and he’d ask why you had stopped being fun. Because of course, you’d take longer to brush your hair and now you wouldn’t be playing soccer with him as much. You’d still let yourself wrestle him every now and then because that meant you could, if you took him down, hold his hands. 

You were very stupid. 

And you took your shot, because not only were you stupid, you had the balls. Which, looking back at it, only made you more of an idiot. But one day, just as you’d taken him down, and as he was trying to push you off of him, you decided to try something different. 

“Calm down,” you had said just before you kissed his cheek, making the boy turn red and frozen to shock. 

You hadn’t said anything else and you had quietly left him. 

He had changed after that. It seemed like he had caught on to that, and he had stopped in a way, bothering you as much. Of course, he’d always bring in his childish games like burping in front of you, or proving how masculine and ‘better’ he was whenever you’d play anything. He’d still get angry at you whenever you beat him in a videogame or any game at all. 

But something had changed. He’d now be nicer, in his own particular way. He’d be smiling more often and he’d give you more hugs, like children do. He’d let you use his favorite car, or let you be spiderman if you played. 

Tom Holland had broken your heart several times throughout your life, that didn’t mean each time it hurt less, but you got used to it. You weren’t going to let him get near your heart ever again, or so you had promised yourself. 

The first time he’d ever hurt you, you had been young. He was 10, you were 8. And you had taken the guts to finally tell him how you felt, in your own particular way. You’d told the twins, 7 back then, to help you. 

And you had planned it perfectly, a new homemade movie. Your script consisted of you telling him you had a crush on him, and you had the guts to even write a kiss. And you were going to film it, and to this day you remembered it, and even if you didn’t want it, it was on camera. 

“Alright, so the princess is going to…save the prince!” You explained to Tom. “Because she is in love with him!” 

“Why does it have to be a princess?” Tom frowned. “Why not be a superhero! Besides, it should be me who saves the damsel!” Tom pushed. 

“This is my movie, Thomas,” you complained. 

“This is my movie, Thomas,” he mimicked. He groaned. “Why can’t I be the dragon? Why does Sam get to be the dragon?” 

“Because you’re the prince!” You pushed. 

He took the script off your hands. “What does it even say?” He asked as he read it. “This is stupid!” 

“No, it’s not!” 

Tom frowned. “Why would we kiss?” He wrinkled his nose as he stuck his tongue out. 

“Because we like each other,” you explained. 

“Why would anyone like you?” He sounded disgusted. “You’re ugly and stupid and you’re you!” 

“Tom, Tom,” Harry said behind the camera. “It’s a movie, it’s pretend!” 

“I don’t want to be in this movie anymore, less with her,” he frowned. “You’d have to be pretty stupid if you think I’d kiss you.” 

“Maybe I am.” 

“Everything you write is very stupid.” Because Tom and you had had boundaries, and he knew he was crossing the most important one. 

“Tom that’s very mean,” you said. 

“I’d rather eat a frog than kiss you.” 

“She did this because she likes you,” Sam admitted, with a giggle. An innocent stunt a child pulls. “Tom and y/n!” Sam sang. 

Tom walked past you. “Disgusting.” 

And he left, and Harry pointed the camera at you. Your face was conflicted, and confused and sad. 

Your first official heartbreak was on camera, and of course, you never watched it. You guessed your current feelings for Tom were derived form that one moment. You had been cold after that. And that was the first time you even truly cried because of him. But you were 8, it was stupid to cry over a boy. 

Your mum understood why you had distanced yourself from him, for a while, at least. Even Nikki understood, so for a while, you didn’t visit the Holland’s household, and you’d only invite the twins. 

And you were very petty and explicit if you ever were with the three brothers you’d use his words: “I’d rather eat a frog than have you come over.” 

And the movies were ceasing, at least for a bit. But Tom did apologize, and you had been sure Nikki had forced him.

 But he had come to your house with flowers on your 9th birthday and apologized, and you were sure he had written and learned the apology. But you were still very angry, and it wasn’t even because he had rejected you, it didn’t even have to do with the fact he had dared to reject you in the meanest way he could, but you were angry he had insulted your writing. From a very young age, your pride was even more 

“I’m very sorry, y/n, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean your writing was stupid and I am sorry for calling you all that, I was the one being stupid,” he had said. “And I really want to stay friends with you, because I really like you as a friend. And you look pretty in that dress.” 

You had looked at the flowers, gently took them in and said: “I like the flowers but I don’t like you and I don’t want to be friends but you can have cake, I guess.” 

And he was slightly upset, you could tell. And then you walked away and placed the flowers on the bin. You were dramatic. 

But he had had his revenge right there on your birthday, one stupid insignificant revenge, he had ‘accidentally’ tripped on your dress and dirtied your dress with cake. 

And it had started, the war. Tom and you were constantly fighting and you were sure you were now sworn enemies. It started innocent, from little pranks to insults, to very hurtful pranks that had had you crying. But you were hanging out together again, at least in the same room, and now the videos weren’t movies anymore, they were just you and Harry sillying with the camera, or sometimes Sam. Even Tom. Creating memories, you guessed. You filmed everything, birthday parties, the first time either of you got drunk, proms, studying sessions and successes. 

Tom and you were friends sometimes, sometimes you weren’t, sometimes he’d act like more than friends which would make you very untrusting.

There had been several more times when Tom had hurt you and he’d later apologize. It seemed like that’s the only thing he knew how to do, apologize without meaning it. Because an apology wears out when you keep on committing the same crimes. 

But you’d always end up believing in him again, and he would pull the exact thing he’d always done, give you flowers and then throw dirt at your face. 

But he was so complicated, so complicated. But you guessed your feelings were more complicated. You hated him, you couldn’t stand him. Whenever he was around you’d get annoyed. But there were sometimes, just like you were kids that you’d end up having nice times, like when he’d give you one of his favorite cookies, or when he let you play with his favorite controller. 

Because he’d done things that were nice, very significant things. Like the time your boyfriend had broken up with you hours before prom and Tom had shown up at your house, tux and everything, maybe it was slightly awkward at first, but he’d been there to cheer you up. He had been decent then, even nice. You had even believed, for a bit, that he could like you. Of course, he stopped talking to you the very next day and then proceeded to say that you had pathetically begged him to go to prom with you. Even if Harry had on camera how Tom had picked you up and given you flowers, he denied it, saying you had been the one to ask him. 

Yes, he was still an asshole. 

Yet you never seemed to learn your lesson, he always managed to warm your heart just slightly and make you forget, at least for five minutes that you hated him . You never learned that he’d always end up hurting you, just like right now, you were in the car with your stomach hurting from listening to yet more hurtful words, even if he knew he had crossed the line he shouldn’t cross. And you wished you were somewhere else instead, because he knew he had poked on what he shouldn’t have poked, and you knew he was sure you wanted to cry. But it seemed like he loved doing that, his favourite sport. He loved to play with your heart. 

Because Tom and you had an off and on relationship, the relationship being enemies. But sometimes, if you were true to yourself and to each other, you were nice. Just like right now, even in his own rude way, he was still driving you. 

“I really do mean it, y/n,” Tom pushed again. 

You ignored him. 

“Y/N.” 

“What? You meant I suck at writing?” 

“I meant you were amazing,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” 

“You’re always sorry,” you sighed. 

Tom bit his lip. “You know, you could...uh, send me one in an I could help you get to producers, or we could write one together, or I could produce one-” 

“Thanks but I--” 

“I know you want to make a name by yourself,” he sighed. “But I could help you in.” 

“I know, I know, thanks, Tom,” you were merely saying this  because you wanted to avoid any further conversation. 

“And—uh, I’m really sorry for last week when—“

“Don’t bother, don’t worry,” you quickly silenced him before he could continue with the subject. You really didn’t want to get your head thinking on anything but the interview. Probably Tom was trying to sabotage you and that was the reason why he was bringing it up.

He played music. It seemed extremely awkward. But you didn’t want to give in to any kind of conversation, because if you did then you’d have to understand if today you were going to be decent or if you were going to be rude. 

You didn’t want to be anything, you didn’t have the energy to fight with him and you didn’t have the energy to pretend and be nice. It usually was his call, you just played along unless you were in the mood for something. It was either fight or flight with him. 

His phone rang, and he gulped as he saw it was Harry calling. He answered it with the free hands mode anyway. 

“Tom—Where’s the car? Fuck, I overslept, I didn’t set my alarm.” Harry seemed rushed. 

“I took it,” Tom explained. 

“No wait, I forgot I had to drive y/n—Shit I’m gonna call her.” 

“No need man,” Tom cleared his throat. 

You raised your brows. 

“Tom, fuck, I know you guys are very angry again but this is very important to her, like—“

“I know,” Tom seemed anxious listening to his brother. 

“I need the bloody car, don’t be an asshole,” Harry stated. 

“You don’t need it,” Tom pushed. 

“Tom—“

“Hi, Harry,” you chipped in. “He’s driving me.” 

“Wait—what?” Harry was shocked. 

“I was up early, tried to wake you up but since I saw you were definitely not waking up I grabbed the keys and I’m driving her,” Tom explained. 

You raised your brows, perplexed. So today, he had decided it, he was your friend. 

“What?” It seemed that Harry was as confused as you were. 

“Yeah, I’m here,” you said.  

“Y/N I’m so sorry I completely forgot last night to set it,” Harry apologized. 

“No worries,” you chuckled. “I overslept, too.” 

“Are you being held against your will? Is Tom not trying to kill you?” Harry asked. 

“No, I’ll do that later,” Tom laughed. 

“Well—uh, I’ll—“ 

“See you later, man,” Tom hung up quickly. 

You stared at him. “I don’t want to know what you’re up to. But now I’m even more scared of being in this car with you.” 

“Can’t I be nice?” Tom smirked. 

“No, you can’t,” you stated. “But—thank you.” 

And you would believe Tom was being nice, but you knew that he wasn’t doing this to be your friend, he was probably feeling guilty about last week. This was just another empty apology. 

But you could live with it today.

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[mourntheantagonist]

hc that Billy comes to love bath bombs after Starcourt. He starts keeping some at Steve's house and some at home. He finds they help a lot when he's having a really hard time either with physical pain from his injuries or just when he's struggling mentally.

don’t mind me absolutely going off below. idk how this turned into a full fledged one shot but I hope you enjoy it anon because your mind is so amazing.

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I can imagine billy at home for one of the first few nights and he decides to take a bath because he still can’t really stand up too well on his own. when he walks in there’s a little bag on the counter that has his name written on it. Inside is this yellow sphere wrapped in plastic. he reads the label and follows the instructions and is stunned when the water starts to turn yellow and the scent of lemon fills the bathroom.

the scent is very calming, and considering he’s been on edge ever since he stepped back through the doors of his home, it’s a welcome feeling. when he gets in the water he’s surprised to notice the change of viscosity in the water. It’s slightly slimy but it feels really relaxing.

when he gets out of the tub after soaking for a while he feels for the first time since everything happened to be cleansed of the mindflayer. not entirely. but lingering hints to the scent of lemon make him feel clean and light and just a little less like a monster. no monster smells this good.

later that day max asked if he liked the bath bomb. for a split second he’s stuck on the word bomb until he figures out what she’s talking about.

“yeah. smelled good. thanks.” he’s still struggling to open up but he’s getting better about letting down his defenses, at least to max. part of letting down his defenses caused him to only be able to speak in one to two word sentences.

max understands though. and she appreciates not having to constantly walk on eggshells around him anymore. or at least not in the same way. instead being more concerned for scaring him rather than the other way around.

a couple days later he finds a box filled with twelve additional scents and colors and effects on his bed. he smiles. max.

she continues to restock for him as he cycles through each kind. his favorites are vanilla and lavendar and also the lemon. something about it makes his thoughts slow and his aches numb and he’s almost addicted to the feeling.

although it doesn’t last long because one day neil calls him out on it. asks him why he ‘smells like a faggot’. billy is initially able to say he used one of max’s soaps because he ran out, but that won’t fly for long. he eventually stops using them and lets the little collection he’s gathered sit under the sink in the bathroom to collect dust.

then he starts spending more time with steve. just needing to get out of his own house and out of his own bed for just a couple hours of the day he goes over to steve’s when he’s not at work. steve is constantly telling billy he enjoys his company but billy continues to apologize for burdening him. he’s not used to people just caring, and it’s especially foreign coming from steve for several reasons. one being that less than a year prior he nearly put him in the hospital. the second being that steve was a man, and there has never been a man in his life to actually care about him in that way. worried for his safety and well being. so billy tried to pull away, because he wasn’t going to allow him to let someone in just to be turned away at the door a second later.

but steve gets absolutely sick of it. sick of billy pulling away and believing he’s undeserving so steve practically forced him to believe it by kissing him the very next time he walks through the door. a very risky act on his part but he’s grown to trust billy over time that he’s not as worried as he could be for the outcome. he’s relieved when billy kisses him back, dropping a duffle bag to the floor that went completely unnoticed by steve as he was too locked in on billy’s lips. too locked in to notice the black eye that he only spotted when they pulled apart. too enthralled with the fact that he was kissing billy to taste the blood in his mouth. he’d ran away this time. he packed a bag and left and hoped steve would take him in. being met with a kiss right off the bat was the best thing that could have happened when steve opened that door. like the huge favor he was about to ask for almost became a small request because steve was inviting him into more than just his home. the kiss was an invitation into his life, and invitation for his care and love and all the mushy gushy stuff.

“I need a place to stay.”

steve, obviously and literally, welcomes billy into his home with open arms. immediately taking him to the bathroom to fix up the damage his father inflicted. steve kneeling before him while he sits on the toilet seat in complete silence. acting as if they didn’t have each other’s tongues down their throat just moments ago. both of them deciding it wasn’t the best time to talk about it. billy looked absolutely exhausted and worn and desperately needed sleep, and a nice bath (I know I just veered way off course but back to the regularly scheduled programming).

it was actually steve’s suggestion. noting the aches in his legs and back would probably be happy to be submerged under hot water. steve runs him the bath and goes to grab billy’s duffle upon request. steve gives him a soft kiss to the top of his head, before he leaves telling him they can talk about everything in the morning, and for him to just relax and take his time.

billy rummages for the small box he remembered to pack that’s filled with all the fun scents that max had been gifting him, after having to switch to using unscented alternatives which were nice but didn’t give him that same feeling.

he quickly picks out the cotton candy scented one that he’s been dying to try out. because what does cotton candy even smell like? he drops the bath bomb into the water and watches as it sizzles and quickly turns the water pink. oh if neil were there to see his sun soaking in a tub filled with pink water smelling like a fucking candy shop owner he’d do more damage than what had been inflicted earlier that night.

despite the developing bruises all over his body and the sting as the contents of the bath bomb filled his open wounds, he hadn’t felt this good in months. physically he felt like shit. but he was mentally and emotionally euphoric. running off the high from just minutes ago having steve harrington’s lips on his. the boy he believed to have been so far out of reach and was happy enough to just appreciate from afar. it felt unreal and like it was a dream. all that combined with the surprisingly intoxicatingly amazing aroma filling his senses and the feeling of rejoice as he finally took the steps to leave the clutches of his abuser and was so much more than successful. it was sheer bliss accompanied by aches and pains from past and present inflictions that didn’t seem so bad anymore.

steve and billy sleep in the same bed that night. they don’t cuddle or even so much as let limb touch limb, still unsure of the boundaries. but even with the distance between them steve can smell the unfamiliar candy like scent and takes it all in.

when they wake up in the morning they talk everything over during breakfast. billy tells him how his father just came home and started pounding into him completely unprompted. shouting slurs at him. the smell of whiskey potent on his breath. billy truly knew then that it was no longer about what he did or did not do. he’d feel his wrath regardless. and steve had scolded him about self preservation before and finally decided to take his advice.

then they adress the even larger elephant in the room, their kiss. it’s not that they were avoiding the topic per se, but they were definitely afraid to abandon this good feeling by talking about it. but they bite the bullet anyway, and they don’t regret that they do. despite how uncomfortable it is for billy to talk open about his feelings, especially these kinds of feelings, he feels something inside him release at the confession. like everything he was holding inside of him is free to the open air and steve takes hold of it and cherishes it.

their little unspoken thing that has been developing over the course of a few months finally being spoken. finally giving a name to the meaning to it all. of their late at night trips to the quarry. sharing a joint as they stare at the water below as it reflects the night sky. of their movie marathons on steve’s living room couch. giving meaning to each individual brush of the knee under the shared blanket. of stolen glances and words said under their breath. of thoughts of the other invading their dreams at night. a name to it all.

it’s a strange adjustment. to go from two guys secretly pining over each other from afar to instantaneously dating and living together. sharing a bed together, sharing meals together. things they were so used to doing alone now having a guest. it was nice and strange at the same time but they both welcomed it. waking up under the warmth of another human being. getting to see each other at their worst, when they were riddled with bed head and morning breath, and loving each other all the same.

what they did in bed wasn’t fucking. screwing. banging. it was much more. it was unfair to use those words that once described their previous encounters to describe what they did with each other. it was much different. putting their partners pleasure above their own. yearning for each other’s lips upon their own above anything else. as cheesy and corny as it is it was, they made love.

things moved awfully quickly. the two of them knowing they were in love with each other from the very start, however never saying the words out loud. they didn’t go through the normal stages of a relationship. they skipped a lot of steps and that led to some bad days. sometimes they spent too much time together, and billy’s on true safe haven came in spherical shaped and wrapped in noisy plastic, rather than a can of beer or a pack of marlboro’s.

that’s where he goes when things get shaky between the two. when he feels his fists clenching against his will and the veins on his forehead make their presence known. he escapes a potentially bad situation and lets his anger rise out of him with the steam of the hot water, and dissipate into nothingness. cleansing himself of the hurt. scars hidden under opaque colorful water.

the problem is steve doesn’t like when billy leaves him alone without word. he understands he needs his space, but he wishes he’d only talk to him about it before walking off.

on one day, when billy left mid conversation, steve follows. he honestly doesn’t know what he thought billy did in the bathroom for hours, and he’s not sure why he’s surprised to find his boyfriend laid out in a bath full of deep blue water with his eyes closed just relaxing. noticing the rise and fall of his chest as he takes in deep calming breaths. noticing the beach like scent that floods the room.

“can I join you?” steve finally asks. very intrigued in what all of this is.

billy thought he’d be more upset about steve bathing in. about him completely disregarding his need for space, but he wasn’t. perhaps space wasn’t really the thing he needed. he gestures to the other end of the tub, signaling the affirmative.

steve strips and slowly lowers himself into the tub. he’s facing billy who has since gone back and shut his eyes, head pointed to the ceiling. the water is very hot but feels really good on his skin. he has his legs pulled up to his chest as to not disturb billy. he just watches him as he relaxes completely. a state he rarely, if ever, has seen him in.

after several minutes billy opens his eyes and pulls steve over towards him so now they are both facing the same direction and steve is sitting in between billy’s legs. he has his arms wrapped around him and kisses his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for just walking out.”

“it’s okay. I get it.” steve responds, bringing his own hand to lay on top of both of billy’s that grip his stomach. “wanna tell me how you made the water turn blue?”

“magic.”

steve laughs and leans into billy, closing his eyes like he had and completely understanding almost instantly. it’s like he goes somewhere else. somewhere warm that smells of the ocean. somewhere nice and serene. he could easily fall asleep right there in billy’s arms. allowing himself to prune up under the water.

it’s something they continue together. when they both feel like they’ve had enough of each other for the day, instead of going off on their own, they strip down and enjoy a moment together in the tub. closing their eyes and imagining far away places while wrapped up in each other. a reminder that they’re both still there for each other. alone but together. dealing with their issues as a unit. feeling clean and smelling good afterwards.

steve comes home one day lugging in multiple bags worth of bath bombs along with other fun stuff like bath salts and bubble bars. their bathroom cupboards are better stocked than their kitchen. they both admit it might be just a little excessive.

but it doesn’t matter. because it’s perfect for them. any fight, any argument, any disagreement. all it takes is a brightly colored bath bomb and all that tension disaplears under the sizzle. it’s strange knowing they have max to thank for all of it.

[songbirdseung]

Typical Love Triangle

Pairing: Reader X JK feat. Chan

Word count: 1.3k

Rating: K+ could get a little bit explicit?

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Warnings: Just the hit of reality at the end that this is just a fanfiction

Summary: Basically Bang Chan and Jungkook fight over your sexy self

A/N: i love you :))))))))

Another night, another party. A night to get drunk and wasted, to have so much fun that you’ll forget all about it in the morning. With the shots you’ve taken, you already feel the headache you’ll induce in the morning after. As you clinged onto your friends, having the time of your life, you failed to notice two pairs of eyes watching you from across the room. Jungkook and Chan, your good best friends that just happen to like you more than a friendship way.

Eventually you scanned the room and your eyes landed on Jungkook staring you down, not being able to hold eye contact, you broke eye contact and continued to scan the room, eyes soonly catching the gaze of Chan. The whole time, Jungkook followed your eyes, and his own ended up landing on Chan, who was also looking at you. The two males never went along, since fighting over you disregarded any similarities they had with each other. Despite them having almost the same personalities, they never gave it a shot when you came along.

Throughout the night, you couldn’t enjoy it as much as you please as you continue to feel those eyes looking at you, as if an eagle eyeing it’s prey. “Are they still looking?”

“Yeah, and it’s creeping me out, you sure you can walk home alone?”

“Dude they obviously want to get into your pants”

“Go with Jungkook, like cmon, easy peasy”

“Nah she should go with Chan, he’d treat you right”

Without having any interest in your friends’ conversation, you looked back at the two males, who started fighting over you. Rolling your eyes, you turned your back and faced your friends to excuse yourself for a while. You walked outside the house and went to the backyard, just to get some piece of quiet. After a while, you heard footsteps getting close to you. “Whoever you are, please leave me alone” Even your back facing them, they still heard the disappointment and coldness in your voice. “You know I can’t do that carrot, especially when someone wants you as much as I do” It was Jungkook, he always called you that nickname, you learned to love it. As he sat next to you, sinking his feet into the pool just like you did.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to hang out with you, plus to make sure he doesn’t ruin my night”

“You guys are like little kids, I swear”

“Well, I’m sorry for making your night uncomfortable”

“It’s fine, there’ll will be more parties”

The rest of the party was successful, you stuck with Jungkook, your friends, and his friends. Here you were sitting at the table with his friends, joking around, telling stories, while being drunk asf. Jungkook’s tatted arm around your waist kept you warm as you were shivering in your bodycon dress. “Are you sure you don’t want my jacket?” you shook your head and continue to tell him the same thing you keep telling him the whole night. “No koo, it is fine, you might get cold” He shook his head and removed himself from you to take off his jacket and put it on you. “If i do get sick, I know you’ll take care of me, which equals more time with you”

Now you are probably asking, where is Chan. Well, he’s with his friends, but still eyeing you and Jungkook. The other man with you took notice of this and suddenly from a far he spoke out. “Chan, dude can you stop staring at my girlfriend?” The recipient choffs at Jungkook and gets up to sit right next to you. Your friends watched your expression fall from joy to uncomfortable as you were stuck in between two men speaking aggressively at each other. “Can you guys not do this right now, you are clearly making her uncomfortable, do you really think she’ll choose any of you when you both act like that? Grow up” Namjoon broke the two boys up and you let your best friends take you away and back to your car. Tonight was a rollercoaster, you wished it ended with happiness and utter joy but instead, you ended up being dizzy and all you wanted to do was cry.

“Hey hey, no crying, you shouldn’t be crying over them”

“I don’t like them fighting over me, I’m not worth it” Right then and there your friends wanted to slap the drunk out of you. “You are amazing, do not ever say that. You are literally the best person I ever met okay”

“The way to stop this, is to choose one”

“I do not want to do that”

“Didn’t you like Jungkook ever since 2017?”

“Still, I don’t want to hurt anyone, why don’t I just chose none”

“Girl, I love you but you say you don’t want to hurt anyone but by that option you hurt two and be left single” As your friends drive you home, you cried and kept complaining the whole ride. Meanwhile, still at Jungkook’s house, the two males ended up throwing punches at each other. As you can visualize, the two groups tried to separate them and try to get them to stop.

In the next few days, you found yourself at JYP entertainment making sure that Chan was okay. You sat behind him on the couch watching him produce some songs for the next album. “I just wanted to say sorry for that one night, Also i will be happy no matter what and no matter who you choose” Chan gets up from his chair to sit next to you, making sure he has all your attention. “It’s okay, if you choose him, I saw the way you looked at him when you guys are together”

“Yeah, of course you did, you kept eyeing me down that night”

“Hey! Don’t- don’t tease me about that” Flustered Chan was your favorite, you loved Chan, he was a great listener and really sweet. You could spend you whole life with him, but the thing is, you wanted Jungkook. Whatever you felt for Chan was incomparable to what you felt for Jungkook.

“Chan, I am sorry-”

“It’s not me, is it?”

“There’s just something between me and him, I’m sorry”

“No, don’t apologize, just promise me one thing”

“What?”

“Invite me to the wedding okay?” After a few hours, it reached night time and it was time to go home, Chan wanted to spend more time with you one last time, cause he knew he’d probably not get to see you as often. Driving back home, you decided to stop by Jungkook’s place. Knocking on the door, you heard his footsteps approach the door. Surprised by your sudden appearance, his eyes widened and asked you to come in.

“Carrot what are you dong-”

“It’s you Jungkook”

“What do you mean?”

“I love you bozo” You watched his lips form into a smile, that beautiful smile that you loved so much. He said nothing for a while, only bringing you into his embrace. “I love you more carrot, thank you so much, I’ll never let you down, If i do you can cut my d1ck off”

“Noted”

Throughout the night, Jungkook pleaded for you to stay overnight, you obliged. So here you were in one of his oversized shirts, cuddling up in his bedroom. Laying next to him with your head on his chest listening to your heartbeat, the least thing you expected was him being turned on. You felt his hands roaming your body, praising you and every single body part his hands landed on. “Please do not be insecure, you are so beautiful, You know what? I’ll be here every step of the way, I’ll be here for the journey of you loving yourself”

“You are so corny”

“Well then, fuck you, carrot”

The end, the rest is up to your imagination, love yajungkoo

[waywardimpalawriter]

Hey luv! It's been a long time since we've talked! Hope you're doing fine!

Led astray

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x ReaderRating: PGWarnings: Angst, sadness, being bumped, anger, Seb’s a bit of an ass in this one, curse words Word count: 1,441Notes: Requested by the very lovely @chrisevansthedoritobastard I’m so very sorry it took me over a year to get this written out. But better late than never right? *looks hopeful* Hope you enjoy sweetie. The idea actually came from listening to the radio one very early morning. The local station has a segment called ‘2nd Date Update’ the rest as they say is history.  

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This story: @not-another-fangirl

You’d given it thought, rolled it over in your head for the last few days, asked friends, hell even your sister, all agreed that this idea would come back to bite you in the ass. But you just had, no needed to know and hopefully understand why he hadn’t returned your calls or texts. Sure the same old thoughts came to mind, he’s busy, sick, working or just plain dodging your calls. Enough is, enough you needed answers and this seemed to be the only way to get them.

Though now as you wait for the host to come back your nerves start to get the better of you making you pace the short distance between the kitchen island and stove. Cell pressed between your shoulder and ear, hands wringing like a wet washcloth, till a male voice comes back to the line.

“Good Tuesday morning to ya this is Jason Douglas joined by my cohorts Megan Wright and Michael Masters on 93Q country. It’s 6:45 just this side of the dawn, on a fine morning and we’re bringing you 2nd date update.” There’s a slight twang in his voice while speaking, flipping switches and taking a sip of his coffee. “Morning Y/N thank you for joining us this fabulous morning.”

Clearing your throat, “You’re welcome,” swallowing to try to coat your dry throat once more, “Thanks for having me.”

“So I hear you went on a date a few weeks ago and the guy hasn’t called you back?”

“Yeah, yes,” rolling your eyes at how stupid you sound thinking this may be the disaster everyone warned you about. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be, we’ve had many people call wanting help trying to find out why calls haven’t been returned. It’s only natural,” pops in Megan, voice bright and cheery for how early in the morning it is.

Nodding though no one can see, you’ve finally sat down on a barstool, cell in hand now. “I thought we’d hit it off, the conversation flowed, we laughed, shared things about each other.” Shaking your head not wanting the tears to come and clog your voice. Had you been wrong about him?

“Tell us more about your date and how the night went? Did he seem put out by how the date went? Had you done something to offend him or him, you?”

“NO,” the one-syllable comes out louder than intended laced with a small amount of anxiety. “I mean I don’t think so like I said it seemed to me the date went well. For my part I thought we hit it off from word go. It’s why I’m so confused as to why he hasn’t called me back.”

“Well alright then let’s get this settled and call up Sebastian,” flipping a few more switches, Jason brings up what he needs. “Now remember Y/N you’ll be listening in try not to say anything till I cue you. He won’t know until that moment so if you want answers, you’ll have to be patient.”

Nodding, realizing they couldn’t see you, your voice cracks as you answer, “Understood.”

“And we will get to that call right after a few words from our sponsors,” sitting back the three of them talk while you’re on hold hearing nothing but elevator music for almost two minutes.

Weather finished up and Jason comes back, “Time is now 6:55 and we have Sebastian on the line, welcome sir and good morning to you. I’ve got my cohosts, Megan and Michael with me.”

Both give him a welcome before Sebastian himself speaks, “Morning.”

“Do we have your permission to talk with you and ask a few questions? This is on air and being recorded of course so if you aren’t comfortable with that speak now or forever hold your peace.” a soft chuckle leaves his lips at the corny joke he makes.  

Puzzled and curious as to what the radio station could want, Sebastian gives consent knowing he might get in trouble with his agent and manager later for this. As there are no movies or TV shows to promote at the moment. So that little voice in the back of his mind keeps poking. Saying this could bring trouble to his door.

“Can I ask what this is about? I didn’t win anything did I? Especially since I didn’t enter,” he jokes seeing the confused looks from his friends beside him.

“Well, it seems there’s someone out there that thinks you’re amazing and wanted to let you know. Do you remember going on a date with someone a few weeks ago?”

Thinking over his schedule, everything he’s done in the past few weeks, he remembers one and wants to smack himself. “There’s one that comes to mind.”

“Y/N?”

Sighing, running a hand through his hair, Sebastian steps away from the group to make the call a little more private. “Yeah, that’s her.”

“You don’t sound so happy to hear the name, did something happen?” Megan chimes in.

All the while you’re listening to the conversation trying to keep yourself from interfering, wanting to have this answers to put this behind you.

“No, nothing happened; Y/N’s a sweet girl I just didn’t feel any sparks with her. The thing I regret the most is giving her so much hope by agreeing to the date.”

Shaking his head, Michael speaks, “I don’t follow you, dude.”

Not wanting to sound too harsh but knowing the truth is always better than a lie, “We met at a party one night, thought she was a nice girl that we could have chemistry, I was wrong. We talked on the phone for a couple of nights before agreeing to a date. In that time I learned from a friend of mine that she’s a very clingy person, needy and always wanting to be the center of attention.”

“What the f*ck,” you couldn’t hold back your tongue anymore and let slip a curse word that Jason told you wouldn’t be allowed. “I’m sorry Jason it slipped out.” Breathing deep to regain yourself, “If your friend told you all that about me then why did you even agree to the date you asshole.”

“Yeah sorry Sebastian, Y/N has been listening in the whole time we’ve been talking,” butting in to explain just making sure to bleep the curse word.

Shrugging to himself, “Thought it would be fun, you’re a sweet girl Y/N just not my type is all. Besides you did talk way more about yourself than I did, I couldn’t even get a word in edgewise.”

“That’s a lie Stan and you know it you jerk. Why make up stupid crap like this if all you truly wanted was a good fuck. That’s what it truly was about, man up and tell the truth.” Anger building now as you jump from the stool sending it backwards to pace the floor, “And here I thought you were a better man than that Sebastian Stan.”

“Whoa, whoa there is this true y’all had sex and what that wasn’t good enough for you Sebastian?” Megan asks wondering if they were talking to who she thinks it is.

“Listen she called my cell, no blew it up more like it with calls and texts, every half hour wanting to know when and where we’re going back out. I told her when she left that morning, things wouldn’t work,” trying to push the problem in your lap, making things your fault rather than his.

“You know what fuck you, Stan, your dick wasn’t big enough anyway to satisfy a goldfish,” done with the whole thing you don’t wait for any answers. Instead deciding to hang up on them, grab the pint of Ben and Jerry’s you stashed for times like this and headed to your bed to cry it out over Pretty Woman and other chick flick movies.

Clearing his throat to get the shock out, “Well then, I take it there will be no second date huh?” laughter clearly in his voice as he looks at his cohosts with a shake of his head. “I guess being an actor and trying to find love isn’t as easy as people would have you believe.”

“So not funny asshole,” hanging up Sebastian shakes his head going back to the main part of the gym to finish his workout and forget the stupid call even happened.

“You know they air that shit on the radio these days? Your fans are going to hear it,” one of his friends states a smirk on his lips.

“Who listens to radio anyway?” is his comeback while flipping his friends off to lift weights.

[jalapeno-princess]

Ships in the night

Best Friend to Lovers! Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Fluff with some angst

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Mark for years, however; seeing as how he was constantly in and out of relationships, you didn’t think he felt the same. Just a few weeks before graduation, you begin dating one of your classmates and when Mark hears that you’re in a relationship, that’s when he realizes that he’s in love with you. But will it be too late?

A/N: Based on the song “Sweet Night” by V (Ugh it is soooooo good I couldn’t stop listening to it and that’s how this idea popped in to my head I find it so irresponsible of myself that I took the time to write this imagine instead of doing my homework) Please enjoy!

On my pillow Can't get me tired Sharing my fragile truth That I still hope the door is open'Cause the window Opened one time with you and me Now my forever's falling down Wondering if you'd want me nowHow could I know One day I'd wake up feeling more But I had already reached the shore Guess we were ships in the night Night, night

Hearing your phone ring in the middle of the night woke you from your slumber and as much as you wanted to continue to let it ring, you knew something was up and whoever was calling had to be in trouble. Why else would someone be calling you at two in the morning? When you saw your best friend’s name and contact photo on your screen, you internally groaned before silently cursing him. 

As much as you loved talking to Mark, you loved your sleep much more. Sleep was a foreign word to you. You’d get three hours a night these days if you were lucky. You knew Mark was aware of this, seeing as how it was midterms week and you were practically pulling all nighters every single night studying and doing your homework. But you also knew that Mark never called you for no reason. Well, there were times he’d call you if he was bored, or when he saw something that reminded him of you. However, the older boy never bothered you about anything unless he really had to. Especially not this late in the evening. That’s why you found yourself answering the call while trying to suppress a yawn. 

“Hello?” 

He released a long sigh before taking a few moments to respond. “Hey. I know you were probably sleeping. I’d like to apologize ahead of time. But I can’t sleep. I was wondering if I could come over?” You looked at the clock on your night stand and frowned when you noticed you only had two hours of sleep left. Mark was one of the only people who held any meaning to you. In fact, he was the owner of your heart. Unfortunately, you just so happened to do something considered to be a rule breaker when it came to friendships of the opposite sex. You fell in love with your best friend. 

It wasn’t like you planned on doing so, but how could you not? The two of you were attached to the hip almost every single day. There wasn’t a time where you both weren’t together. Wherever you went, he followed and you liked it that way. But then came the feelings. He was always so kind to you and never failed to make you feel like you were the only girl in the world. His corny jokes would always make you laugh and he always complimented you on every little thing. Which is why you had a tiny bit of hope that he felt the same way about you. That was until he started getting in to relationships. 

The thing about Mark, was that he hated being single. He always needed to be dating somebody. He loved the feeling of being adored and cared for by someone. However, his relationships would never last. Mark was notorious for breaking up with a girl as soon as he began dating her. It seemed as if he got a different girlfriend every other week and you were extremely curious as to why.

Mark wasn’t a picky guy, yet you couldn’t help but feel as if there was a specific type of girl he was going after and his last few girlfriends just didn’t seem to make the cut. Although he was always getting in to a relationship, this never put a strain on your friendship. Mark made it aware to the girls that he had you in his life and you were always going to be his number one girl but they never seemed to worry about you. Or at least that’s what you thought. 

“Yeah sure. Everything okay?” 

No matter how tired you were just a few moments ago, you were now wide awake with the thought of Mark coming over. He was no stranger to your apartment. In fact, he practically lived there. A lot of his things were scattered throughout your studio and from an outsider’s view, they’d probably think you had a roommate, or maybe even a boyfriend. But he never came over in the wee hours of the morning before, so you knew that whatever was on his mind must’ve been pretty serious. 

“I don’t know. I’ll explain everything when I come over there. See you soon.” 

You took this time to get up from your bed and attempted to make yourself look presentable even if you just woke up not too long ago. You always wanted to look good for Mark, even if you knew he’d never look at you that way. He didn’t have a specific type; each one of his ex girlfriends were all the complete opposite of each other. His last ex girlfriend was tall with short, black hair and the one before that had a petit, tiny frame with long, golden locks. But he never seemed to consider you as someone he’d want to start a relationship with. If he did, the two of you would’ve been together a long time ago. 

Thoughts would pop up in your mind that maybe he didn’t want to ruin your friendship if the two of you were to start dating, but you always would push them to the back of your mind. You didn’t want to give yourself hope that there was a chance he had feelings for you. Twenty minutes after getting off the phone with him, you heard a soft knock on your door to which you were quick to answer. Once you opened the door, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, his disheveled locks and frown that was currently on his face. Before you could say anything, you were being pulled in to his embrace. He placed his face in to the crook of your neck and released a long sigh. 

“I thought about it on the drive here, I don’t want to tell you what’s going on with me just yet. I know you have to get up pretty soon, so let’s just go to bed. I’m sorry again for bothering you, but now I just need you to hold me. I’ll take you to school in the morning by the way.” You nodded in agreement while leading him to your room. A small smile rose on your face at his words and you were glad the lights were off so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks when you noticed what he was wearing. 

Mark was extremely attractive, there was no doubt about it. You’ve seen him wear suits and dress shirts on multiple occasions, but seeing him like this; gray sweatpants and a tank top with his bed hair you were sure he just ran his fingers through was when you thought he was handsomest. You took your place in bed and he immediately followed right after. His arms made their way around your waist as he turned you to face him. 

“Thank you.” You looked up at him in curiosity as he gently grazed your cheek.

“For what?” He shrugged before continuing his ministrations. Mark would always feel the need to touch you. You’ve noticed this throughout your entire friendship. Whether it be placing his arm around your shoulder, gently squeezing your thigh to get your attention, or just pinching your cheek. He needed to be touching you in some way to remind himself that you were real and not a figment of his imagination. You were sure he didn’t see it as anything more than a friendly gesture, but to you, it meant everything. 

It took you a while to understand why his soft touches wouldn’t hesitate to bring warmth to your cheeks. But when you came to terms with your feelings for him, you recognized why you’d get so flustered and you began craving any sort of skin ship the two of you would share. 

“For being you. For allowing me to come here at such a stupid hour of the morning. I’m sure you’re probably irritated with me but you’re doing an amazing job at not showing it. Thank you for putting up with me y/n. It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. Let’s go to sleep.” 

He turned you back around so that he could pull you closer in to his chest and after a few moments, you felt his warmth breath against your neck as a sign that he had fallen asleep. You on the other hand couldn’t find it in yourself to go to sleep. His words replayed over and over in your mind. 

Thank you for being you. You mean a lot to me. 

You tried your best to turn around slowly in order to face him without the risk of waking him up and began tracing his features. Slowly, your dainty fingers began going over both of his eyebrows, then his sharp nose that he always complained was too big; you thought it was cute. It was one of his features that you loved the most. After grazing along his cheeks, you finally made it down to his lips. You’ve always been so jealous of his lips. They were so pretty. Not only were they heart shaped and a dark shade of pink, they were extremely plump and you’ve always wondered what they tasted like; what they would feel like against yours. 

You were always jealous of his girlfriends, but not because of how they looked. You were jealous because they all got to experience the feeling of his kiss. They got to experience how he was as a boyfriend. Sure, he was an amazing best friend. Mark was very kind, protective, generous and thoughtful whenever it came to you. However, you couldn’t help but feel like there was more to him when it came to his relationships. You’ve never really got to see how he interacted with his past girlfriends and there were situations where you’d wonder when he would actually spend time with them because most of his time was spent with you. But you had a feeling that he was a hopeless romantic. He was already such an emotional and warm hearted person. 

You were sure he put so much effort in to his relationships and you could only dream of being one of the lucky girls who got to experience it. It was a hard pill to swallow, but you accepted the fact that all you and Mark would ever be was best friends and if that was the only way to have him in your life, then so be it. You stayed up the rest of that night just admiring him as he slept and before you knew it, your alarm began sounding off. You were quick to shut your eyes as you felt Mark begin to shuffle in his sleep. He released a soft groan before pulling you closer against his body. He attempted to reach for your phone without waking you but to no avail. 

“Y/n. Hey, y/n. Turn off the alarm.” You looked up at him and shook your head.

“I have to get up Mark. You do too remember? You promised me a ride.” He huffed against your neck and released a frustrated sigh.

“Five more minutes. Let’s stay like this for five more minutes. Please?” God, he was so adorable. Was this man really going to be twenty-six years old in the fall? It was hard to believe seeing as how he was a pro at giving puppy dog eyes. 

“Fine. Only because I’m still a bit tired too.” To your surprise, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before giving you a cheeky grin. The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds until he spoke up. 

“Remember how we made an agreement that if we were both still single by the time we were thirty, that we’d marry each other?” How could you forget that night? He came over to your place with fried chicken and bottles of alcohol letting you know that his girlfriend just broke up with him for reasons he didn’t understand. The two of you ate and drank till there was nothing left and began drunkingly confessing things to each other. 

Even if you’ve been friends for a while, you were shocked to say the least when he mentioned that he lived in Brazil for a few years and that he was the captain of his middle school volleyball team. He also confessed to shaving your mutual friend Jackson’s eyebrow off in freshman year while he was asleep. It was in those inebriated moments that Mark had brought on the question to you in which you were quick to agree to. 

However, you both were drunk off your asses, you didn’t think he would remember the pact. You on the other hand, could not stop thinking about it. If he brought up marrying you, he had to have thought about it on at least one occasion. Even if he probably asked you because you were the only constant girl in his life, you were hoping there was more to it. You were brought of of the memory when you felt him poke your cheek. 

“Yeah, faintly. We were both extremely drunk though, what about it?” He sighed in to your neck. 

“It’s still on right? Like, you’d actually want to marry me?” You let out a soft chuckle but immediately went silent when you realized he wasn’t joking around. 

“Well yeah. You’re my best friend. But thirty is still a long time from now, well—for me at least. Are you forgetting I’m three years younger than you? Are you saying that I won’t be able to find someone and settle down before then? Does this have to deal with why you were so upset last night?” He playfully rolled his eyes at you before pulling away and sitting up. 

“Unfortunately yes. Liza broke up with me a few days ago but for some odd reason, I’m not surprised nor am I completely bothered by it. I’m more upset with the thought of turning twenty-six years old and not being in a stable, long term relationship. I don’t want to be nearly fifty by the time I start having kids. Is it me? Am I the problem y/n? Is there something I need to change about myself? I don’t see why I can’t stay in a relationship for more than a couple of weeks? I don’t think it’s the girls, I think it’s me.” 

Your heart hurt for the older boy. He had everything he could ever want. His dream job, a place of his own, an adorable puppy and a group of amazing friends who wanted nothing but the best of him. Yet what he wanted the most seemed to be the only thing he couldn’t get a hold of. You made your way towards him and brought some of his hair behind his ear. 

“No it’s not you. You’re an amazing person Mark. You’re such a wonderful, golden hearted and gentle soul. Maybe it’s because you always rush in to things. Don’t look for love, let it come to you. The right girl is out there, you just have to be patient. But yes, if you and I are both still single by that time, I will marry you.” When you saw his award winning smile, you took that as a sign to get ready for school. 

The day seemed to drag on as it normally did every time you had to attend class. However, Mark dropped you off with the promise of having a movie night with you. There was only one month left in your entire college career and you were excited beyond belief. You couldn’t wait to graduate and get your diploma so that you could finally enter the real world. As you sat down in your seat, you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“Hey y/n. You look nice today—Well you look nice everyday it’s just, you look extra pretty today.” You smiled softly at the younger boy and politely thanked him before turning your attention towards your professor. Kim Taehyung was in his second year of college and very popular amongst everyone in your major. He had a very bright and bubbly personality, one that could lift your spirits by just the whisper of your name and he was very easy on the eyes. All girls would swoon over him, all except the one whose attention he wanted the most. You.

For months, he’s been trying to start a conversation with you and he’s even indirectly asked you out a couple times but you were never one to catch on to subtle hints. Throughout the lecture, Mark began texting you words of encouragement and let you know that he was currently at the store buying some snacks for the night’s festivities. You couldn’t help but smile at his messages and you found yourself giggling at all the emojis he used. Everything Mark did sent warmth to your cheeks and never failed to get a reaction out of you. Sometimes you hated how madly in love you were with him because your love was obviously unrequited. Once class was finally over with and you began packing away your things, Taehyung softly called your name. 

“Hey y/n, if you’re not busy tonight, would you maybe want to—you and I could—if you’d be interested we could go and watch the recent installment of Star Wars? If you’re not in to that we could go and play some mini golf or something?” He nervously scratched the back of his neck in anticipation of your answer and frowned when you shook your head in disagreement. 

“I’m sorry Taehyung, I’m busy tonight.” He gave you a sad smile and as you continued to put your things in your bag, he spoke up again. 

“What day would be best for you? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come off so forward. I just—I like you y/n and I know I only have a few weeks left with you so I thought I’d finally build up the courage to ask you out on a date. If you don’t feel the same or if you have a boyfriend I completely understand and if you do please pretend none of this ever happened.” 

You softly chuckled and found yourself actually thinking about it. He was very cute and also quite charming. There was nothing really stopping you from accepting his invitation other than the boy who just couldn’t seem to get off your mind. Hearing Taehyung remind you that you didn’t have much time left in college made you realize where Mark was coming from about getting older and not being in a stable relationship. 

You were so focused on your studies and all the internships that you’ve signed up for that you never gave yourself time to date around and experience an actual relationship. It’s actually been a really long time since you’ve been on a date; you didn’t think you knew how they worked. You were about to accept Taehyung’s feelings until Mark re-entered your thoughts. If you and Taehyung were to start dating, what would happen between you and Mark? 

It dawned on you that maybe you’ve never been in a relationship for a long time because you were afraid that it would affect your friendship with Mark. It was also because you didn’t think you could gain feelings for anyone the way you did for Mark. He was where you hid your heart and for the longest time, you liked it that way. But you were only getting older, you couldn’t keep coming up with excuses not to date someone just because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Mark.

He’s had many girlfriends in the last few years and none of his relationships interfered with your friendship in any way. You didn’t want to use Taehyung in attempts to get over Mark, yet you found yourself agreeing. 

“What?! Really? If I’m being honest, I didn’t think you’d say yes. But I’m really happy you did. Why don’t we exchange numbers and we can start planning our date.” He handed you his phone and you began entering your number before handing it back to him. “Great. Thank you y/n, I promise I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll see you again Thursday!” 

Seeing his cute little leap as he left the classroom made you smile, yet you couldn’t help but feel like you made the wrong decision. Taehyung was a very sweet guy, but you knew you only agreed to going on a date with him in order to get over Mark. When Mark made his way to your place, he didn’t fail to notice how quiet you were and he had a feeling something happened at school. However, he was never one to pry nor did he want to make you even more upset by asking you hoards of questions. If you wanted Mark to know what was on your mind, you’d do so without being asked. When he pulled you closer in to his chest and leaned his head on your shoulder as the movie played, you knew you made the wrong decision. No one would ever mean as much to you as Mark did. 

The following week, you went on the date with Taehyung and to your surprise, it went exceptionally well. He was quite the gentleman. He opened every door, complimented you on your outfit, paid for both dinner and your entrance fee to the mini golf place and left a gentle kiss on your forehead once he dropped you home. As the days went by, you began spending more and more time with him. You grew fond of the younger boy and over the course of a month, you slowly developed feelings for him. Unfortunately, the more time you spent with Taehyung, meant less time spent with Mark. 

At first, he thought the distance was because you were so busy with last minute graduation prep; so he didn’t want to bother you. It wasn’t until he went out to the bar one night with your group of friends that he was finally aware of your blooming relationship with Taehyung. 

“Did you guys not invite y/n? I’m sure she’d enjoy a night to relax. She’s been so busy these days with final exams and everything.” Both Jinyoung and Jackson looked at their older friend in confusion. You’ve been done with final exams for weeks. Was Mark not aware of what you were actually up to these days? 

“We actually asked her to come out tonight but she’s on a date.” When the words fell from BamBam’s lips, Mark almost spit out his beer. A date? What date? Since when did you start going on dates? When did you start looking at men in a way other than disgust? Mark felt as if his head was going to spin at the idea of you dating, but he didn’t know why. 

“Date? What date? With who? She didn’t tell me she was seeing somebody.” The six other guys looked at each other knowingly before Jaebum spoke up.

“She’s been seeing this guy Taehyung for weeks now. That’s weird she didn’t tell you though. I would’ve thought that as your best friend, she’d tell you about her boyfriend. Maybe she just didn’t think much of it. They’re really cute together though. From what I hear, he’s been chasing after her for months. I wonder what got her to give in.” 

Jinyoung made an annoyed face at the older boy preventing him from going any further. It was as if everyone but Mark knew of your feelings for him. Although they were upset to hear that you were trying out dating because they were all rooting for you and Mark to become a couple, they were happy that you were finally doing something for yourself for once. Jinyoung knew the reason why you were so adamant on staying single and he too had a tiny bit of hope that Mark would open his eyes and admit his feelings for you. 

Even if Mark never said anything about having a crush on you, nor did he make it aware to anyone that he felt that way towards you, Jinyoung knew he did. His actions spoke for him. He also knew you were the reason for all of Mark’s failed relationships, he just didn’t want to be the one to tell Mark of his observation. He wanted Mark to discover his feelings for you on his own. 

“Oh. Cool. Good for her, I guess.” The boys were quick to notice Mark’s now frustrated expression and they all sneakily smiled to each other. Could his now sulking figure mean what they hoped it did? Was Mark Jealous that you were seeing someone else? After a couple more drinks, the seven of them called it a night and all went their separate ways. When Mark arrived to his apartment, he began feeling something in his chest that he’s never felt before. He had a hard time understanding why he was so bothered with the thought of you getting in to a relationship. 

You always supported him whenever it came to his relationships, so why was he having such a hard time being happy for you? When Jaebum brought up that Taehyung has been trying get you to go out with him for months, he had a feeling that this meant he really liked you. Which also meant that he must be taking good care of you. So shouldn’t he be happy for you? He was also pretty upset that you didn’t tell him about it. The two of you told everything to each other. How could you not tell him that there was someone else involved in your life? 

Why was he so upset at hearing that Taehyung was your boyfriend? He stayed up the entire night, trying to find out why the thought of you being in a relationship boggled his mind so much. He wanted to text you; to call you and ask you why you failed to inform him about something so big, but he didn’t want to start any drama and end up straining your friendship. He hasn’t talked to you since that night at the bar and you were too busy with graduation and Taehyung to notice that Mark was avoiding you. Jinyoung wanted to tell you about the odd way Mark was reacting to the news of your relationship, but he ultimately decided against it. He didn’t want to ruin the way things were panning out with you and Taehyung. 

Finally, the day of your graduation came and you were so excited to close that chapter in your life and get ready for what the real world had to offer you. You were sitting in the cafeteria with all the other graduates, waiting to enter the auditorium when you began to read the congratulatory messages from all your friends and family. However, it was when you read Mark’s that you noticed it’s been a while since the two of you last talked. The reason why you didn’t tell Mark about Taehyung was because you didn’t think he would care. What did it matter that you were seeing someone else? He made it known that you were just his best friend. Nothing more nothing less. 

You weren’t going to lie, you missed him. This is what you were afraid of. Since you were so busy with school and spending time with Taehyung, there was hardly any time for you to spend with Mark. Even the contact between you both has gone down immensely and the thought made your heart hurt. Although you’ve been seeing Taehyung for a little over a month, the feelings you had for Mark never went away. In fact, they only got stronger as the days went by.

Every time Taehyung held your hand, kissed you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, you couldn’t help but wish it was Mark doing those things to you. You felt bad for leading Taehyung on, but you were trying your best to allow yourself to experience love, even if it wasn’t with Mark. You felt a tear slip at the thought of losing him completely. A life without Mark was one you refused to live. He was all your heart knew and wanted to know. But if things were to progress with you and Taehyung, you knew it meant your friendship with Mark would slowly dissipate over time. You tried your best to focus on your graduation, but you couldn’t wait for it to be over with. 

Once the chancellor announced your graduating class, everyone made their way out to the field to meet with their friends and family. Your heart warmed when you saw Jinyoung and Yugyeom holding a sign with your graduation photo on it. Standing behind them were Jackson, Jaebum, Youngjae and BamBam. As soon as it came, your smile was quick to disappear once you realized Mark was missing. It’s as if everyone could read your mind because as the question was about to fall from your lips, BamBam squeezed your arm gently. 

“Don’t worry, he’s here. He wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You knew BamBam was telling the truth and you tried your best to stay positive, but it was hard to do so. Mark was the number one person you wanted there. He’s seen you through so much tears, multiple all nighters and he’s gotten drunk with you every time you failed an important exam throughout your college career. His encouraging words is what got you to do your best, or at least try to. You were quickly broken out of your thoughts when you felt someone cover up your eyes. You didn’t need to see him or hear him speak to know it was Mark. His presence was warm and comforting and the smell of fresh linen gave him away.

“Hey stranger. Congratulations. You did it! I’m so proud of you, my favorite little college graduate.” He pulled you in to his chest and placed a soft kiss against your forehead. You failed to notice all the smiles and suggestive winks being sent your way because both you and Mark were in your own little worlds. After a few moments, he handed the flowers over to you earning himself his favorite breathtaking, toothy grin. 

“Thank you Mark. These are beautiful. I’ve missed you.” He giggled softly before pinching your cheek. 

“I’ve missed you more. Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you—“ before he could finish his sentence, you were being picked up and spun around and with the chaste kiss that was placed against your lips, it didn’t take you long to realize who it was. 

“Baby! You did it! I’m so proud of you! Your hard work definitely paid off.” You gave Taehyung a small smile before mentally cursing him. Bless his soul, but he had the worst timing. You knew he meant no harm, but now there was some unwanted tension surrounding you. Mark saw the bouquet of roses Taehyung brought for you and rolled his eyes. You hated roses, you thought they were extremely tacky and overrated. What kind of boyfriend wasn’t aware of the type of flower his girlfriend liked? When Mark saw the smile that rose on your face as he handed you the sunflowers, he felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest. 

Seeing Taehyung kiss you sent an extremely upsetting feeling to Mark’s stomach and he felt as if he wanted to punch the younger boy in the face. There it was again. That unsettling feeling. He still had yet to know what that feeling meant, but as he watched Taehyung pull you closer to his chest while leaving soft kisses all along your face, it was then that Mark knew, it should be him it Taehyung’s position. It should be him kissing you. Calling you baby. Holding you, loving you, being the lucky guy that you called yours. It was in that moment of seeing you and your boyfriend interact that Mark finally accepted his feelings for what they were. 

Mark was in love with you. 

He had a huge feeling the other night when he stayed up thinking about you but ultimately pushed the idea of being in love with you to the back of his mind.

There was no way he could be in love with you. You were his best friend. He’s been by your side for years and he’s never found himself looking at you as anything more than a friend. But then it hit him. The reason why none of his relationships would last and the reason why he would break up with every single girlfriend of his. They weren’t you. 

No one could ever captivate his heart in ways that you did. No one could make him laugh over the lamest jokes or make him smile right after he’s cried for hours like you did. No one would make even half of the sacrifices you’ve made for him. No one was as important or as special to the older boy as you were.

You were his entire world and he hated that it took so many years and for him to see you with someone else to get him to recognize his feelings for you. He’s been through so many relationships and it didn’t bother you. But because this was your first relationship, he wasn’t quite sure what you were like when you were dating someone. He didn’t know just how much you liked Taehyung and it bothered him. Mark thought he knew everything about you; but seeing as how you left out this part of your life made him feel like you no longer needed him anymore.

He didn’t want to be rude and leave right after he got to see you, but there was no way he could continue watching you and Taehyung kiss and pretend as if nothing was wrong. As if you weren’t ripping his heart out with each and every touch of affection. When he saw that you were busy with your family, he used this time to make a break for it. If you were to see the angry yet devastated look on his face, he had a feeling you’d find out that seeing you and your boyfriend obviously affected him and he didn’t want to give you the benefit of the doubt.

However, as Mark began walking away, someone roughly gripped on his bicep causing him to almost bump in to another college graduate. 

“Where do you think you’re going? You just got here. Y/n’s going to be upset if she find out you left without saying goodbye.” Mark rolled his eyes at the younger boy before scoffing as his eyes found you and Taehyung. 

“She’s too occupied with her little boyfriend over there to even acknowledge my presence. But it doesn’t matter. She looks happy; she won’t even notice that I’m gone. If she asks, just let her know I had dinner plans or something.” With that, Mark was gone and Jinyoung knew with the look in his eyes that he was obviously bothered with seeing you and your boyfriend. He couldn’t help the smug grin that rose on his face when he came to the realization that Mark was jealous. 

As your family continued to congratulate you, Jinyoung made it known to his five other friends that Mark left because he could no longer stand to watch you and your boyfriend’s affectionate interactions. The boys began to raise their brows in contentment when they all came to the agreement that Mark accepted the feelings he had for you. After a few moments, you made your way towards your group of friends and you were quick to frown when you came to the realization that Mark was no longer there. 

“I’m sorry y/n, he said he had somewhere to be. But I know he’s proud of you. Come on, let’s go celebrate!” 

As soon as Mark walked in to his apartment, he let out an involuntary scream. The image of Taehyung’s hands on your waist as he connected your lips together wouldn’t leave his mind. It’s as if it was taunting him; letting him know it was too late. He came to the conclusion that he was in love with you a moment too late. You were spoken for by someone who wasn’t him. Taehyung went after you without knowing how you felt and Mark failed to do the same. Now he has to suffer thinking about what could of been between the two of you if he were to come to his senses sooner. 

He made his way towards his fridge and pulled out every bottle of alcohol he could find. He’d deal with the consequences of the hangover he was sure to get later. Mark needed to get you off of his mind before he’d go completely insane. Six shots of tequila and three beers later and Mark was soon regretting his decision of getting plastered. Images of your beautiful smile played throughout his mind, causing him to cry over how much he missed you. The older boy was too drunk to realize he began drunk texting and calling all of his friends. He even began to text you. You knew something was wrong with him right off the bat as most of the words were misspelled and made no sense. His last text however, made your heart rate increase. It was those five words you’ve been dying to hear from the first night you realized your feelings for him. 

“I’m in love with you.” You found yourself reading the text over and over. He was drunk, this you know was true. He probably had no idea what he was saying, but that didn’t stop the blush that was forming on your cheeks. But what did it mean? He could have meant it in a friendly way, or maybe one of the guys took his phone. You decided you wouldn’t let your thoughts plague you the entire night and found yourself falling asleep just a few minutes later. The next day, you came up with the idea to confront Mark about his messages the night before. Unfortunately, he didn’t respond to your phone calls nor your text messages. You understood it was because he was probably hungover, but as the days went by, you knew he was avoiding you. It hurt. Knowing that he was purposely ignoring you made you extremely unhappy to the point that not even Taehyung could do anything to make you feel better. 

You voiced your problems to both Jinyoung and Jaebum, you were sure either one of them had an idea of why Mark was acting the way he was towards you. To your dismay, both boys could not explain why Mark was being so cold. Your only option was to go over to his place and see for yourself. But you didn’t want to make matters worse and end up making a fool out of yourself by asking him about his feelings only to get a response you weren’t ready for. 

Jinyoung was tired of Mark running away from his problems. It’s not that he didn’t want to tell you everything that was going on, he just didn’t want to interfere with something he didn’t have much to do with. He did however, make it his responsibility to sit the older boy down and talk some sense in to him.

Jinyoung hated hearing you cry over something you had no control over and when he got the news that you had broken up with Taehyung, he was going to use that to his advantage. Mark groaned when he heard pounding against his door and took a look at the clock to see what time it was. Whoever felt like ten o’clock in the evening was the right time to interrupt Mark and his time of self pity obviously had a death wish. 

When he opened the door and saw Jinyoung with a scowl on his face as his arms were crossed in frustration, he slowly began to relax. That was until Jinyoung roughly brushed past him and stormed in to his apartment. “Shit, it wreaks of alcohol in here.” Mark ignored his friend and made his way to the couch, returning to his messy fort of blankets and pillows. 

“Whatever reason you’re here for, hurry up and spit out. I’m not in the mood.”

Jinyoung scoffed. “So this is it then? This is what you’re going to do? Sulk and mope around while feeling bad for yourself. You’re pathetic Mark! It’s your fault things ended up like this!” The older boy soon became irritated as Jinyoung continued to talk so negatively about him. He made it clear that he didn’t have time to listen to Jinyoung talk nonsense, and he didn’t need to be reminded of what an asshole he was being towards you. But before Mark could rebuttal against him, Jinyoung continued. 

“I can’t believe it took seeing y/n with another guy for you to finally come to terms with the fact that you’re in love with her. We all knew. It seemed everyone knew except you and her. That’s why every single one of your relationships failed. Because none of them were with y/n. It’s always been y/n, whether you knew it or not. She feels the same way you know. Y/n has been in love with you for as long as I’ve known her for and don’t ask why she’s never done anything about it. You were in and out of relationships, she didn’t think there was a possibility that you would look at her as more than just a friend. I’m sure you don’t know since you’ve been purposely staying away from her for no reason but your selfishness, but she’s been nothing without you. She’s crying over something she didn’t even do. So you better wake up and do something about the love you have for her, or lose her forever.” 

Every word that Jinyoung said sent a pang of hurt to his chest. Jinyoung was right. He was being selfish. Mark thought that by staying away from you that his feelings would slowly fade away; but they only grew stronger the longer you two were apart. But there was nothing he could do. You were in a relationship and even Jinyoung made it known that you reciprocated his feelings, Mark wasn’t the type to break up a relationship no matter how much he wanted to. 

“Okay, you got me. I’m in love with her. So what? It’s too late now. She has a boyfriend Jinyoung and I can’t continue being her friend and having to watch her be all lovey dovey with whatever his name is—“ Jinyoung released a frustrated sigh. 

“But she did that with you all of these years. She was there for you through every single relationship. She had to put up with all your girlfriends, saw you kiss them, hold them and act as if it didn’t phase her when really it was killing her on the inside. So don’t you dare give me that bullshit. You obviously don’t care about y/n enough if you’re willing to give up on her that easily. I actually came here to tell you that she broke up with Taehyung and even if she didn’t say why, we all know the reason. So do what you want with that information. You honestly don’t deserve her but I’d be lying if I said I don’t want the two of you together. Don’t fuck it up this time Tuan.” 

Jinyoung gave Mark a quick pat on the back before making his way out the door. Mark sat there dumbfounded for a few moments trying to recollect his thoughts about what just happened. Did Jinyoung really go over to his house for less than five minutes just to try and guilt trip Mark in to reconnecting with you? He could help but block out everything Jinyoung said once he heard that you broke up with Taehyung. The two of you seemed to be on good terms at your graduation, what happened in the span of a week that caused you to call it quits? 

As much as Mark hated admitting Jinyoung was right, it was true. You never let any of his relationships get in the way of your friendship. So why couldn’t he return the favor and just suck it up? He was sure that there was a huge chance you were mad at him and you had every right to be. But he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was to go over to your apartment and make things right. Absentmindedly he ran in to his room to throw on a hoodie before running out the door to make his way to you. 

He knew he should’ve called first, who knows what you were doing or who you were with at the time, but he was afraid that you’d tell him to stay away. Although he didn’t live too far from you and there was no traffic on the freeway, the drive seemed to go on for hours. When he finally pulled up to your apartment complex, a part of him felt like he was making a mistake. He didn’t deserve to be there, he didn’t deserve to confess his love to you nor did he deserve your love after everything he’s put you through in the last few days. However, he wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste. You were newly single and he was praying he was the reason behind it. 

After he made his way to your front door, he gently knocked and waited for a few moments. He found himself waiting outside for five minutes. Were you not home? Were you already asleep? He should’ve thought about that before driving over. There was a possibility  you were already asleep and he mentally scolded himself for not thoroughly thinking out his plans. Finally, you opened the door and the sight of your swollen, red eyes and puffy cheeks made Mark feel terrible. Not only was he ignoring you, but you just broke up with your boyfriend. You had to be going through a rough time and Mark never hated himself more than he did in that moment for not being there for you. 

You scowled at the sight of him, but your heart was begging you to pull him in to a hug. Even if it’s only been a week since you’ve last seen him, it felt like it’s been years. You wanted to scream and yell at him for acting so cold towards you. You wanted to punch him and inflict any sort of pain so he could feel exactly how you felt but before you could do anything, his lips were on yours.

As much as you wanted to be mad at him, and to find out why he’s been acting the way he has been for over a week, you found yourself responding passionately in to the kiss. This is what you’ve wanted for years. You could only dream about what his lips felt like and now that you knew, it was an indescribable feeling. You brought your hands up to his face and deepened the kiss as if your life depended on it. All your worries and thoughts were sent to the back of your mind as you put your focus on the handsome boy in front of you. A minute later and to his dismay, you pulled away to catch your breath but not before placing your forehead against his. 

“Hi.” You giggled before stealing a quick kiss and brought him over to your couch. 

“You have some explaining to do.” He nodded in agreement as he pulled you on to his lap. 

“I know. And I will. But before I do or say anything else, I just want you to know that I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to come to the realization and I’m sorry for everything. For staying away for so long, for ignoring you, for getting in to all these relationships that now mean nothing to me and not noticing your feelings for me sooner. I’ve been a shit friend and I’m sorry. You know how much I hate admitting this, but Jinyoung was right. The  reason why none of my relationships lasted was because none of them were you. Nobody can hold a candle to you y/n. You are the most breathtakingly beautiful human being to exist. You took up all the space in both my heart and mind and I was too busy searching for love to realize it was right in front of me this entire time.”

You could feel your heart swell up at his words and you had a hard time believing this was all going on. Your best friend, the man you’ve been in love with for years just kissed you and admitted his feelings for you. It all felt like a dream. 

“I was jealous. God was I jealous. When the guys told me you were in a relationship, I felt something deep in my chest that I’ve never felt before. It was such a gut wrenching feeling. It wasn’t until I saw the two of you kissing that I knew I was in love with you. I hated seeing you with another man. It fucking sucked. I couldn’t help the thoughts that began to cloud my mind. That should be me looking at you with so much love and adoration. That should be me kissing your pretty lips and running my fingers through your soft hair. I wanted it to be me in his shoes. I wanted to be the one to love you and receive your love. At first, I tried to lie to myself and say I was only upset at the thought of you dating because no man is good enough for you. Hell, I’m not even good enough for you. But I knew why I was so frustrated. I fell in love with my best friend. Honestly, it was inevitable, just look at you. You’re perfect.” 

You grazed his cheek with your thumb and smiled when he relaxed in to your palm. “By the way, a little birdie told me you broke up with your boyfriend. Care to explain why?” 

You shrugged as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I couldn’t keep lying to myself and to him. Don’t get me wrong, Taehyung is a wonderful guy. He’s very sweet, funny and—“ he reconnected your lips together and playfully pinched your cheek. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, he’s great I get it. Now get to the part where you break up with him.” 

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the sound of Mark’s jealousy. Even if he admitted the fact that he was jealous, you found it cute that he kissed you in order to silence your compliments that were aimed towards your ex-boyfriend.

“You’re extremely cute when you’re jealous. You know that? Anyway, I couldn’t continue dating him and pretending that I didn’t still have feelings for you. Sure, I did begin to like him, but I don’t think I could ever love someone the way I do with you. You own this naive heart of mine Mark Tuan, please don’t do anything to hurt it anymore. I was upset when you shut me out of your life and cut off contact with me especially since I had no idea what I did wrong. And when you left my graduation that night without saying goodbye, I felt like shit.” 

He pulled you closer to his chest and tightened his grip around your waist. “I know, I’m sorry. I really wanted to be there for you and support you, but I couldn’t stand the sight of you kissing whatever his name was”-“

“His name is Taehyung—“

“Whatever, he’s in the past. I’m your present and your future. By the way, we don’t have to wait till we’re thirty to get married baby. We can elope tonight if you’d like. I just can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. See, I was going to end up with you sooner or later. I’m just happy it’s sooner. I love you y/n. I love you so much. God, I’m never going to get tired of saying that.” 

You felt a tear fall from the brim of your eyes and he let out a chuckle as he wiped it away. “You’re an asshole Mark Tuan.”

“I know, but I’m your asshole.” 

You made a disgusted face and thumped his forehead. “Ew, I hated that. You’re so lame.” 

“And yet you still love me. You’re going to spend the rest of your life with my lame ass so be prepared. There’s a lot more where that came from.” 

You smiled up at him and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before standing up. “That I do. Let’s go to my room, we have lost time we need to make up for.”

We were ships in the night, night, night I'm wondering Are you my best friend Feel's like a river's rushing through my mind I wanna ask you If this is all just in my head My heart is pounding tonight I wonderIf you Are too good to be true And would it be alright if I Pulled you closer How could I know One day I'd wake up feeling more But I had already reached the shore Guess we were ships in the night Night, night

[dazed--xx]

Alone

REQUEST: *Hi see you mentioned about story requests. I'm having a hard time since I'm currently pregnant and my partner walked out on me, so could you do one when Jungkook where I meet Jungkook and he helps me raise the baby please*

Summary:  “I'm pregnant Jungkook.” the line goes dead silent “look before you say anything, no I wasn’t hiding this from you and I completely understand if you don’t want to talk to me shit I wouldn’t want to talk to me and move on to someone who is not pregnant and going to be having this type of responsibilities-” “Y/N-”

GENRE: Mild-Angst, Fluff

Member: Jungkook x Pregnant!reader

Word count: 2,132 

A/N: so this is literally my first fanfic ever and i hope you guys like it. and to the person that requested this I wanted to tag you because i did post it but i didnt want to kind of call you out online especially since this was based on something you have personally happening to you, trust me pregnancy is scary let alone having to go it alone so if you need someone to talk to im here btw.. but hopefully you guys like this it was pretty good i wanna post a couple of requests a day since i banged this out as quickly as i did im taking more requests just inbox me or go to my ask let me know if you want your name attached to the request and i will send everyone that i know requested a specific story i will tag and send it to you so you know it is done but without further ado ALONE

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“Where are you going? Do you really expect me to do this alone?” I shouted to the already abandoned house. A swell in my throat rises and I can't breathe. My body shakes as the tears take over. I fall to my knees running my hand over my stomach. “Don’t you worry baby; Daddy will be back he loves you I promise” I say to the life growing within my womb. 

The warmth from the comforter consumes me as I awaken with dried tears in my eyes. My heart aches as I remember the events from the past 12 hours. The thick silence takes hold of my heart and it begins racing. My heart beat sounding as if it is being played on a speaker the size of a skyscraper. Feeling the bile rise in my throat, rushing to the bathroom, I empty out the contents of my stomach. Tears escape my eyes as I reach out to the void. I'm alone truly.  

My first OBGYN appointment rolls around and my heart is in my stomach. The nurse escorts me in, slowly my feet turn into lead as I drag myself onto the cot in the room and lay back facing the monitor. Once I feel that cool gel upon my stomach, my heart settles and the most beautiful BUMP BUMP BUMP is heard throughout the room. My eyes focus on the image in front of me. “well congrats sweetie you're about 10 weeks, Due September 27. Remember no stress and make sure to take your prenatal. We’ll see you next week” My ultrasound technician announces excitedly. I smile anxious as to what I should do next.  

I make my way to a small café after my appointment wanting a small tea to calm my nerves. Looking around the coffee shop I notice quite the crowd and my panic begins to set in. It feels like I can't breathe while the crowds begin to grow as the café reaches the brink of rush. More and More people pour through the door as my anxiety takes over and I feel the bile rising again, I abandon my spot in line trying to make it to the restroom before I release the contents of my stomach all over the café floor. The restroom door becomes the only thing in sight to me as I dash for it. I reach for the handle and the door opens and I slam into a hard chest and soon I am on the floor.

“HOLY CRAP!!! IM SO SORRY I WAS NOT PAYING ATTENTION” A angelic voice apologized above me. My eyes drift from the floor up to see the most amazing man I've ever seen in my life with his hand out and my voice gets caught in my throat. I stare at him for a while capturing every detail of his face and take his hand. I nod quickly and mutter a fast “Sorry” and dash around the beautiful man and lose myself behind the safety of the door. I was dreading walking back out into the craziness of the café, but excited to see if I could once again get a glimpse of the gorgeous man from before.  

Soon I am back in line and order my tea, when a familiar voice sounds from next to me “You know.... you should let me pay you back for your drink you know...since I hurt you” Shocked I turn my head to see the same beautiful man from before. “Oh, please don’t worry about it I really wasn’t paying attention either it's not a big deal” I smile shyly. “Besides I'm sure you have better things to do with your time than to buy a stranger a drink” He laughs “Honestly, Beautiful, I don’t really have anything to do with my time that doesn’t involve getting to know you” Heat creeps up to my face and I lower my gaze and smile. “I don’t need you to pay me back for my tea for you to be able to get to know me, but unfortunately I gotta go” I say slowly moving past him. “At least let me get your number...please” He asked “You don’t even know my name and you want my number?” “Hey I know what I want and I feel like me knowing your name won't matter much cause I probably won't be calling you anything other than mine” I let out a small giggle “ that was super corny but since you're trying so hard give me your phone” I put my number in his phone and hand it back to him and walk toward the door “By the way my name is Y/N” as I make my exit I hear him shout back “Jungkook!”  

As the weeks pass, I find myself talking more and more to Jungkook. He still hasn’t stopped flirted with me as much as he did that day in the café but we talk everyday about almost everything and I can't help but feel scared to tell him I am having a baby. What would he say? Will he not want to talk to me anymore? Would he not like me as much? A loud RING pulls me out of my thoughts as my phone lights up with Jungkook's name and photo comes up on my screen.  

“Hey, what's up cutie?” He says excitedly  

“Not much, just lying in bed not feeling too good today” I respond pouty  

“Aw, do you need anything? Medicine? I can bring you soup it'll make you feel better I know you said you went out with your friend last night are you hungover?” The worry evident in his voice.

“Um honestly no um I can't drink so I'm definitely not hungover just different I know what it is though I'll be fine” the nervousness in my voice is evident

“what's wrong then beautiful? Is everything okay?” Oh no... not that question. He’s worried and I know he is but I don’t know what to say. I can't stop it the words just rush out of my mouth like the bile I throw up every morning  

“I'm pregnant Jungkook....I'm 14 weeks pregnant” the line goes dead silent “look before you say anything, no I wasn’t hiding this from you and I completely understand if you don’t want to talk to me shit I wouldn’t want to talk to me and move on to someone who is not pregnant and going to be having this type of responsibilities-” “Y/N-” No listen Kookie cause I really like you and I didn’t mean to keep this from you I was just scared that you would hate me” “Y/N-” “I mean I know you just met me a couple weeks ago and it wouldn’t mean much for you to just walk away from this because let's be honest who wants to deal with that-” “Y/N! JUST STOP AND LISTEN PLEASE!” The words stop flowing as quickly as they began.

“Do you think id stop liking you because of the simple fact that you're pregnant, I mean yeah it does suck that you're going to have someone else's baby but I don’t care about that... WAIT! Is that why your ex left?” I stay silent

“Baby....are you there?” He asks worried.

“Baby girl???”  

“Beautiful are you okay? Hello?”

I sniffle “Yeah I’m here sorry” my voice cracks at every word.

“Baby are you crying? Do you need me to get you anything?”  

“No, I'm fine I promise I'm going to go to bed okay? Goodnight handsome I'll talk to you in the morning” “wait what no I'm com-” I cut him off to end the already overwhelming call. My vision blurs as the tears cascade down my face and I let out a harsh sob. I was scared for nothing or he's just too optimistic. A loud knock on the door grabs my attention.  

“who is it?” fear leaking out in my tone. “Baby it's me open up” I hear Jungkook's melodic voice through the door. Quickly I swing the door open to be greeted with the man I've grown so accustomed to in the past few weeks. Taking in the sight of him my heart begins to race as the tears began to no longer form. He reaches his arms around me and pulls me against him. “Baby girl, why didn’t you tell me sooner? You really thought that would make me just leave. How could I do that when in the past few weeks, you’ve stolen my heart” He looks at me and there's a hunger in his eyes as they shift down to my lips. “aww fuck it” he exclaims as his lips capture mine. His arms wrap around my waits as my hands get lost in his soft midnight hair. After a while he pulls away and a small whimper is released from my mouth. “Do you know HOW long I've wanted to do that” he exclaims excitedly with a smile plastered across his face.

After that night Jungkook never left my side, everything I craved he got, Anytime I felt nauseous Jungkook was there.  It became routine with him his calls became more frequent on days he knew I had appointments and he went to every ultrasound. His excitement for my baby was shown one day when I came home from work and my whole apartment was filled top to bottom with diapers bottles and wipes. Jungkook was still too nervous to buy much because he felt he was taking part of the experience from me and the fact that we still don’t know what the baby is yet. As the date rolls around to the appointment it's all Jungkook can talk about. He wants a girl every five seconds he reminds me it's always “Baby do you think the princess will like me? I mean I want her to know I care and that I love you” which is why he was so heartbroken when he could not make it to the gender reveal appointment because of a last-minute practice session. “Please promise to call me right after you find out okay baby?” He begs sadly before he left for the morning.  

After the appointment my heart swelled with joy as I turned into my driveway to see Jungkook's car sitting there. As soon as I unlocked the door, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and feel kisses peppered up my neck “Hey, Baby how did your appointment go? How are you feeling?” he says in-between kisses. A blush creeps up onto my face “Yeah, it went great baby is a growing good and healthy, so I have to tell you something” I state biting my bottom lip and looking toward the ground.

“Oh god what's wrong? Is our princess okay?” his use of the word our makes my heart skip a beat “OUR? And the baby is fine....” I look at him pointedly and his hand runs through his hair as his face turns beet red as he slowly stutters out “I mean....um... I'm sorry I didn’t mean to just assume that you wanted me involved but it's so hard not to be when I'm so in love with you that I don’t care if I wasn’t the one that got you pregnant that’s my baby and you’re my girl so yeah our.... so, what is you have to tell me?” I kiss him softly at his words. I beam at him “You're literally so amazing I can't believe you would even consider any of this I know it's a lot to ask for someone to be involved with someone who is pregnant and all I appreciate it baby BUT unfortunately it's not a princess we got blessed with, handsome” as I put his hand on my stomach and his face twists into confusion “what do you-WAIT! IT’S A BOY? FORREAL? IT’S A BOY?” the smile cannot be contained on his face as he comes to the realization.

"Yes, it’s a boy” I state as Jungkook lifts and twirls me around I laugh.

Jungkook happily exclaims “Oh my god, I'm gonna have a son.” Jungkook drops to his knees and places his hand on my stomach and softly speaks “Hey handsome, its daddy, no I'm not your real daddy baby but I'm going to love you and your mommy like I am. I can't imagine a world without you I can't wait to meet you”

I stand there smiling knowing.......Jungkook won’t ever leave me alone  

[jeongyunhoed]

Just One Night

Wooyoung / OC Inspired by “Before Sunrise” Pure word vomit, just a heads up. 

Who wouldn’t want to spend all night talking about stuff with Wooyoung. This is one looooooooong conversation. Just a heads up.

It all started on the train. Jung Wooyoung somehow felt a need to be bold upon seeing a girl reading an e-book in the corner all by herself. There weren’t many people who took the train at this time of the day, one of the train’s dead hours as it was commonly referred to by the staff. They were likely going down the same station after seeing so many people get off the previous ones. 

He saw a bunch of people move down the aisle, somewhat bickering amongst themselves towards their seats. It seemed like a foreign language. He noticed the girl look up at the ones passing by for a moment, seemingly with the same reaction as him before looking back at what she was reading. “Hey,” He called out to the girl in a low voice. 

The girl looked up, pausing when she saw where it came from. “Yes?” She said. 

“Do you understand what they’re saying?” He asked. 

She smiled, somewhat feeling relaxed about him despite their meeting being so sudden. “I- I think I have an idea, yeah. Took that class as an elective in high school once, Forgot a lot about it but I do remember some” She replied. 

That gave Wooyoung the signal to sit a little closer, but keeping his distance just in case so as not to frighten her. He moved a seat forward, while she watched him with an amused expression. “What do you think they were talking about?” He said, trying to keep the conversation going. 

“Hmm, I think they were talking about which snacks were better, one word I caught did mean snack” She chuckled. She noticed the distance between them. “You can sit over here, it’s okay” She pointed to the seat across from her that faced her. 

A smile spread across his face and he moved closer to the seat she gestured towards. “I’m Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung” He held his hand out. 

“Jea. Ahn Jea, it’s nice to meet you” She shook it. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Jea,” He said, the smile still on his face. 

“You look like you’ve never talked to anyone on the train before” She teased. 

“You can’t blame me, at this day and age, talking to a stranger can mean so many things, most of them bad” He said. 

“I know what you mean,” Jea replied with a nod, putting her phone away. “I’d say blame the devices, but people have been trying to evade conversations even before then, when there were books and newspapers,” She added. 

“Would you rather read a story through your phone? Or would you rather read an actual book?” He asked curiously. 

“Oh an actual book, for sure,” Jea nodded. “Reading on my phone makes me dizzy, but there aren’t any physical copies left of what I’m reading” She admitted. 

“Can I ask what you were reading?” 

“I...can’t tell you. It’s a secret,” She grinned. “I’m kidding, it’s called The Old Man and the Sea.” 

“Ah, I think I know that,” Wooyoung nodded. “About an old man waiting for a big fish, but all the waiting and he doesn’t get any. You like that too?” 

Jea nodded as well. “I do. It’s not often I find someone who like this, let alone knows this story lately.” 

“Consider this as finding one” He was beaming. 

~ 

They got off the train. “Do you live around here?” He asked as they took their bags. Wooyoung helped Jea with her backpack while he slung his own bag over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I just came from a family gathering,” She said. “Do you live around here?” She turned the question back to him. 

“Yeah, my dorm’s not far, but we’ll be going overseas for a while, so this is my last night here” Wooyoung replied. “I’m part of this dance crew, and we’re going on a month-long residency gig.” 

Jea looked impressed. “That’s amazing” She smiled. “A lot more amazing than what I do for a living, that’s for sure” She said. 

“Really? What do you do for a living?” Wooyoung chuckled. “I’m sure whatever you do is just as great.” 

“I work freelance, just in between things, you know,” She replied. 

They turned a corner as they left the station, randomly catching the first bus they saw. To their luck, it was further into the city. Wooyoung and Jea sat down by the window, amused at the looks the elderly men and women who were on the bus with them were giving them. “I don’t know why they looked at us all funny, like they were about to laugh” Wooyoung muttered. 

“Don’t ask me, I haven’t got a clue either,” Jea laughed as the bus began to move. Wooyoung watched her, slightly tempted to touch her hair but pulled his hand back. He was amazed, entranced, intrigued by what they were doing, and little did he know, she was feeling the same way. “You know how they say, that truth is stranger than fiction?” She suddenly looked back at him. 

“Hmm? Yeah” He nodded. “What about it?” 

“Do you ever think that maybe it’s like that because it’s the universe’s way of telling you that your life is a lot more interesting than you think?” She asked. 

That stumped him. “Now that you mention it, that makes sense. We look to fictional stories for an escape, but sometimes real events are too good to be true that it’s only convincing on paper” He replied. 

“Kind of like romance,” Jea mused. “Some love stories? People might think it’s all corny and cliche when those corny and cliche things are what actually happen.” 

Wooyoung chuckled. “Romance does look and sound good on paper, but I haven’t read a lot of love stories to know exactly what that is,” He said. 

Jea studied his face as she observed his reaction. She was trying her best not to stare at him too much. Wooyoung was extremely handsome, and she did see how he was meant to be seen by so many people, all the more overseas. “Not even your parents?” She asked curiously. 

“That’s all I know, maybe some friends too, but I guess you can never tell unless you’ve spent a few years together, or shared one good conversation,” Wooyoung sat back and so did Jea. 

“You can tell how a person thinks just by sharing a good conversation, yeah,” She repeated quietly and glanced out the window. 

~ 

They were walking along the river moments after they got down. The two of them were engrossed in a conversation about how many piercings they each have or if they had any tattoos. “Do you have one?” Wooyoung asked curiously. 

“I do, It’s very small, and it’s hardly noticeable given that it’s behind my ear and near my hairline” She said, showing him a small lightning bolt. 

“That’s painful, that spot, I mean” Wooyoung said. 

“I could handle it. Surprisingly, I’ve got a very high pain tolerance. I think I got it from my father’s side,” Jea shrugged. “As to why it’s a lightning bolt? Well, I just thought it was cute, lightning bolt designs looked cute to me.” 

Wooyoung looked amused. “It’s kind of refreshing to see that the tattoo you’ve got doesn’t have a lot of meaning to it, unless there is?” He raised a brow. 

“Nope, you’re right, there’s not a lot of meaning to it, it just looked cute” Jea chuckled. “People always say that things aren’t always as they seem, but there are times when it actually is what it is. Like, you don’t get philosophical when you see melting ice cream, do you?” She joked, making him laugh. 

“Ah, melting ice cream, a symbol of someone who got stood up while holding ice creams or something like that,” Wooyoung laughed some more. 

“Exactly! Or paint drying, there’s nothing else to it than that, most especially if it’s on the wall, where the signs have all said wet paint, there’s no other way to explain it other than, wet paint” Jea laughed as well, seeing how his laugh made him even more handsome. 

“But you never really know, there are still so many possibilities to one situation, like so many outcomes of one challenge, there’s a chance you make it, there’s a chance you don’t, but there’s also a chance that you make it on one condition, or that you fail on one condition, and every time you go over the choices and rule one out, the chances of guessing correctly go higher” He said. 

They stopped at a bench and sat down, noticing some kids playing with their parents against the sun that was already setting further and further with the sky that got darker and darker. Jea glanced at Wooyoung, who caught her gaze. “This meeting, between us, was quite unexpected, wasn’t it?” She smiled. 

“Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. My friends, colleagues, they probably wouldn’t believe that I’ve done something like this,” Wooyoung chuckled as he thought about it. “Then again, they might not be surprised. They’d be more surprised if it was Yeosang, but not so much with me.” 

“Now you sound like you’ve done this before” Jea teased. 

He laughed loudly. “No, no, I haven’t! I really haven’t, you’re the first one I’ve become so bold on,” Wooyoung tried to keep his cool and looked up at the stars that were appearing. “I guess I just had this idea,” He looked at the horizon, then turned back to her. “Are you hungry? Let’s get something to eat.” 

~ 

They were at the nearest convenience store, bringing out hot containers of cooked ramen to the benches. Wooyoung dashed back inside the store to get their bottles of water, hurrying out again before his food got cold. The two of them tucked in once their food was a little cool enough, exchanging glances with every slurp of noodles and soup, laughing in between upon seeing how the other looked. “Funny thought,” He paused eating. “In Power Rangers, there are these colors for every person, right?” He said, and she nodded. “But even when they’re not in their ranger outfits, they’re always wearing the exact color of their ranger selves, it’s not like the audience doesn’t know they’re this ranger or that ranger.” 

“I think that just makes it easier for them to dress up when they don’t need to transform” Jea chuckled. “I mean, wouldn’t you find it easier knowing you have to dress up in your favorite color? Mixed with black or white sometimes, but mostly your favorite color?” 

“That’s true, but what if your shirt only goes well with, red pants, for example, and you’re not even the red ranger” Wooyoung mused, the two of them laughing as they went back to eating. “If you were the silver ranger, you can’t really go out in silver pants or silver shirts, could you? You’d draw way too much attention on yourself, or you’d look silly.��� 

“That’s true too. But at least it’s silver instead of see-through, plastic pants” Jea grinned, and he laughed out loud, nodding. “People would just think you’re too flashy for your own good, instead of being high-fashion.” 

“There are people who go to fashion week like that, though, silver pants and all,” Wooyoung remembered an article he read. “Not many people can pull that off, I guess.” 

“It takes a certain kind of person to pull it off, a very confident one” She pointed out. Jea noticed that the corners of his mouth were a little moist from the soup, and pointed at them when he looked at her. 

“Thanks” He smiled, reaching into his bag for a packet of wet wipes to wipe his mouth, only noticing that Jea had the same thing. Wooyoung took another one out and leaned over to gently wipe the corners of her mouth as well. 

Jea was taken by surprise, but she welcomed the gesture, smiling a little when he leaned back and pulled his hand back. “Thank you too.” 

“Have you ever seen an aurora?” He suddenly asked as they resumed eating. 

“Aurora? Aurora borealis?” Jea raised a brow, and he nodded. “I haven’t, but from what I read, you can only see those when you go all the way north, or even all the way south.” 

“Really? I sometimes wonder what those are,” He said, pausing in thought. 

“It’s when the solar particles meet the magnetic field above, the magnetic field reflects the particles, giving off those blue and green lights” Jea explained. 

Wooyoung looked impressed. Now he was even more fascinated by how their conversation was going. He was amazed at how much they kept talking for this long. “You’re smart” He blurted out. 

Jea shook her head. “I just read a lot. I got curious one time and I googled it.” 

~ 

Wooyoung and Jea were at a park, holding their bottles of water as they walked off the food they ate, and stopped in front of a vendor selling potato twists. He paid for the food and handed her one that had a sausage in the middle. They continued walking. “Are you the type to think about the future a lot? Or would you rather just think of what happens now?” Jea suddenly asked him. 

“A little bit of both,” He shrugged in between bites of his food. “What about you?” 

“That’s the problem with me, I tend to think too much about what could happen in the future. Whenever I do think about the future, I just bum myself out. Whenever I think about the past, I also bum myself out,” Jea sighed, looking at her now half-finished snack. 

“Worrying about yesterday or tomorrow doesn’t seem very helpful,” Wooyoung shook his head. “Personally, we could all be more relaxed if we just thought about what’s happening now,” He glanced at her. “If we keep worrying about what would happen tomorrow, how would we be able to enjoy where we are right now? We’re just setting ourselves up for hardship.” 

Jea nodded, knowing he had a point. “It’s especially me whenever I meet someone I’m interested in, I guess. I keep thinking, ‘He might like me today, but what if he changes his feelings towards me tomorrow? what if this is just some kind of dream?’ you know?” She said softly. 

Wooyoung stared at her. “Then those kinds of guys don’t know what they want. But it’s the same with girls too.” 

“We’re all just equally messed up” Jea went back to eating the rest of her snack. They stopped at a bench again and sat down, feeling the tiredness from their long walks and the trip finally sink in. They could choose to end their conversation there, yet somehow, they didn’t want to just yet. They didn’t want it to be over and they didn’t know how to say it.

Instead they sat closer, glancing at each other and looking away every now and then whenever the other would catch them. Wooyoung turned to her, shifting slightly to face her. “Can I tell you something?” He said softly. 

Jea looked back at him. “Yeah, sure.” 

“Come closer” He said. 

Jea leaned in. “Okay” 

“Closer” He said, and captured her lips in a kiss. He pulled away, lingering as he rested his forehead on hers. “I may have wanted to do this hours ago,” He admitted. 

“Me too” Jea smiled slightly. “I’ve never met a guy like you before, like we’ve skipped the small talk and everything.” 

Wooyoung shook his head and leaned in for another kiss. “Small talk is boring anyways. Those are better saved for another time, but not today,” He leaned in for another. 

“No, definitely not today,” Jea shifted to face him and wrapped her arms around him as they kissed again. 

~ 

The sun rose, and Wooyoung and Jea woke up, having dozed off on the bench after kissing for some time. He felt his phone vibrate a few times, seeing messages from his crew members, his friends, asking where he was. “You have to leave now, huh?” She said. 

He nodded. “I have to, if I want to still have time to freshen up,” He said. “Can I kiss you again?” 

Jea nodded and he leaned in to do just that, and this time it felt as if they were trying to make the most out of the very little time they had left. The two of them got up and walked hand in hand, fingers laced together as they approached the sidewalk and the bus stop. “Do well overseas, okay?” She said. 

Wooyoung smiled. “I will. You do well in whatever you have to do too” He said. He took out his phone. “I want to see you again, just give me a way to contact you” He said. 

The bus was suddenly approaching, and Jea hurriedly typed in her number before handing his phone back. Wooyoung kissed her again, holding her close for a moment and pulling away, looking back at her as he got on the bus and at his seat. She smiled to herself, hoping that he would really contact her and ultimately knowing that a month later, he would be calling her on the way back from the airport. 

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Birds ~ Stan Uris (Part 6)(final)

A/n: Yes we did finally get here haha! Here's the conclusion :) Sorry it took me so long! I really am the worst oof

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 4100+

I wanna watch from somewhere undisturbing- quiet, calm, still. Sit right here and gaze at the unknown...

It had been an accident. Everything seemed to be these days.

The other Loser had kept Y/n and Stan up way past either of their bed times. Maybe you think that's silly but they were the kind of people that needed certain amount of hours of sleep to be functional, and it was far, FAR too late to be awake. The others had separated, leaving Y/n and Stan alone because they were being especially touchy tonight. With their sleepiness clouding their brains, they didn't have the usual things stopping them. 

Hesitance. Self doubt. Shyness. Awkwardness. Even now, as they walked, they were hand-in-hand, fingers twitching and brushing as they interlaced them to remind themself and the other that they were there. Their voices were low and their words sweet and affectionate as they lightly teased and flirted - something they never did in words like now. Stan had walked home on autopilot and Y/n had followed him without thinking. So now they stood in front of Stan's house at the ripe hour of three a.m., hand in hand and blushing and grinning and giggling and trying to stay quiet. 

Y/n sighed, their free hand raising to brush Stan's cheek. "I guess this is where I go."

"You don't have to," Stan blurted. "It's really late and something bad might happen if you're alone. Maybe- maybe stay here for the night?" All he was thinking was he didn't want them to go. They were warm and soft and adorable and glowing with sleepiness.

Y/n was thinking along the same lines. Stan's whole body was relaxed, eyelids nearly closed he was so exhausted. His smile was enchanting and contagious and the thought of turning him down and having it go away was unacceptable. "Okay," they whispered without really thinking about it or making the decision to. Not that they wanted to go, but a part of their brain was still sensible and knew this was a bad idea- if for no other reason than their parents would be pissed tomorrow if they never came home tonight. Despite knowing that, Y/n still accepted and didn't even think about turning back when Stan took their hand and began pulling them after him into the house, into his room, and towards the bed. "Are you wearing jeans and a polo shirt to bed?" Y/n asked, hesitating on getting into bed.

Stan thought for a second. "No," he more hummed than spoke, sighing as he said the word. "And you shouldn't have to sleep in your clothes either. Here, I'll give you some of my pajamas. Is that okay?" Y/n nodded, smiling. Stan pulled out some pajama pants and his most comfortable t-shirt and handed them to Y/n before moving into the bathroom. "Be right back."

Y/n began to change, shrugging before deciding that the best time to change would be here and now. They reached behind, hand finding their collar before pulling, tilting their head forward so the shirt came off smoothly. Next was the pants. As they put them on and then began to put on the shirt as well, Stan came out with clothes in his hands, topless. Both froze upon seeing the other not quite as dressed as they were used to being and seeing each other. Y/n cleared their throat, pulling the shirt the rest of the way down and stopping down to pick up their clothes. "Where do you want me to put these?"

Stan snapped out of it at the sound of their voice, moving to a basket in a corner to grab a plastic grocery sack from it. Y/n then noticed that Stan's room was perfectly clean and organized. Well, mostly. The closet was like some rich middle aged single man's from some corny movie; the floor bare and cleaned. Stan walked with socks, shoes tucked neatly in a corner on the floor by the door. The bed was made, the books all in a place on the shelves so that it looked like a one-shelf library. However, despite all the otherwise cleanliness and organization, there was a single writing desk in the corner that was covered in all kinds of writing utensils - pens, pencils, crayons, highlighters; the works - and books and papers. Some books were open, some were stacked willy-nilly in piled ready to tip over. Some books even had oddly bent papers shoved into them, out of line with the binding as if they'd been hastily shoved in as a bookmark maybe, before the book was closed, leaving the paper only to bend were it passed over the middle inside binding. Some papers looked old; some new. Some were single pieces; some were stapled or held together with a binder pin. The desk was all kinds of messy, looking wild and out of place and odd in the otherwise spotless room. Like seeing a wild, overgrown jungle in full swing with the insane climate and dangerous wild life and everything- in the middle of a suburb that, outside of the jungle, was casual weather and normal people all wearing the same generic clothes and working the same generic job.

Stan noticed where Y/n was staring and turned a deep shade of almost-purple red, dropping the bag at Y/n's feet to trip over himself as he tried to cover the mess on his desk. Without thinking, Y/n dropped their clothes on top of the bag, still on the floor, and moved to catch his hands. "I- I'm sorry about the mess. It makes sense to me but it bothers me too, I just don't really have a place for all of this and if I misplace anything because I'm used to it being in this specific place on my desk I might actually go crazy- like, it's this weird thing where everything has a place and these things kind of have made their own place before I could find them a proper, actual space and, God, I'm so sorry-"

It was the sound of the light giggle, full of adoration, that caused Stan to grow quiet. Y/n moved over to him, their hand rising to gently caress his face. He was suddenly warm, melting into the touch and smiling, his gaze turning super dreamy and lovey as he looked at Y/n. "It's okay," they whispered. "I think it makes me feel less like I'm going to break something if I touch anything if there's at least a little mess. Let's get into bed, yeah? It's late."

Stan nodded, suddenly completely at ease for some reason. He climbed under his covers, Y/n following after him. They lay there a second, shoulders an inch apart so they weren't touching, before Stan snapped. He turned to face his crush. "Can I... hold you? Like, cuddle?" He had such a hopeful look in his eyes, but that wasn't what got Y/n to say yes. They wanted it as much as he did. Soon Stan was pulling them close, their back to his chest and his arms wrapping around them. Y/n rose their hands so their and Stan's fingers interlaced. Their legs tangled just a bit to bring them closer and make the situation even more comfortable. "Good night," Stan whispered after a second.

A contented sigh came from Y/n before they whispered, "'Night, Stan the Man." They were asleep before either could think any further about it.

The next morning, waking up next to each other was amazing. Stan was awake first, his arms tightening around Y/n as his mind slowly recalled the night before. Y/n pressed closer against him and he closed his eyes, trying to keep the moment for a few seconds before his anxiety got the best of him. Maybe he had nodded off again, or had just not been awake enough to properly register the passage of time, because it seemed only a second that he had blocked out the world, but when he opened his eyes again, it was much brighter and Y/n was facing him now, where they’d had their back to him before as he held them close and against him.

As if sensing Stan's being awake this time around, Y/n opened their eyes. Upon seeing Stan looking back, they smiled. Stan's whole body grew a degree warmer, buzzing a little like he had just drunk a lot of caffeine. "Good morning," Stan whispered. The moment was almost reverent. He was scared of disturbing it by talking too loudly.

Y/n seemed to agree. "Good morning," they whispered back just as softly. There was a while where they just sleepily smiled at each other and said nothing before Y/n broke the comfortable silence to speak again. "I like waking up next to you."

Stan was sure he was blushing. "I like it too. Especially because it means I can..." he deliberated on maybe not saying what he was thinking a second before adding, "Hold you. When we sleep. You're warm."

Y/n's grin was enough to wipe all the doubt from Stan's mind. "I like your morning voice."

Now Stan was DEFINITELY blushing. "I like your bed head," he shot back. The two still spoke just as softly as they'd begun.

Suddenly Y/n got much more serious. Not quite shier, but more genuine. "I like you."

Without any hesitation, Stan replied. "I like you too."

Y/n frowned, which isn't what Stan was expecting them to do. "No, Stan." They sighed. "I LIKE like you. I think about holding your hand and kissing you and wonder what it would be like for you to be my boyfriend. Like, romance like you."

Stan's smile had wavered before but now it returned back brilliantly. It was Y/n's turn to be shocked. "I know. Me too." He paused, letting Y/n process that. Right when they were about to say something, he threw them off yet again. "You know, my dad says that there's a difference between like and love. You can love someone but not like them, because you have loyalty and long term care even if you sometimes don't want to be around them." Another, shorter pause. "I like you." He smiled wider, his voice growing even softer as if what he said next was a secret for just them. "I also love you." In a way, it WAS a secret. But he was tired of it being a secret that he kept from Y/n.

The longest pause yet stretched as Y/n processed that. Stan waited patiently. Y/n didn't lean away or push Stan away or seem to be upset on any level. Stan knew that Y/n at least liked him. Wanted to date him. There wasn't anything for him to worry about, really. Or maybe he was still tired. Maybe he'd think about this later and wonder what had possessed him to be so reckless. 

He wouldn't regret it, though. He didn't know how he knew, but he did indeed know.

And he was right.

Y/n finalized their thoughts with a nod, snuggling even closer. "May I kiss you?" Stan mirrored the nod they had done and the two teens moved their faces closer, pressing their lips together softly. Stan didn't realize how tense Y/n was until they melted into him, body relaxing as the tightness caused by anxiety slipped away. Worry he, for some reason, just wasn't feeling. When they parted, Y/n stabilized their breathing before whispering, "I love you too."

For a moment, time stopped. They didn't age. Nothing mattered. There was no past or future- only now. Them. Here. Together. And it always would be them, here, now, like this. And it was perfect.

I don't wanna fly in the sky, I just wanna be alone. It's not a big deal, or anything... I just wanna be alone.

The little girl squirmed until the adult set her down. The second she was able, she shot off like a rocket and began scrambling onto the playground. The man next to the adult who had originally been holding the small child sighed, shoulders sagging. "I guess I was wrong. She doesn't like it after all. She's too young."

The other adult didn't agree though, watching the small girl climb and shoot right past slides and poles and everything else she usually so adored. Until now she'd never been able to deny the pull of them, but now they seemed to mean nothing as she climbed the jungle gym with a purpose that neither adult could quite pin point the source of. Until, that is, she reached the very top. She looked at the tree the man had been pointing to only a few moments before, pulling her binoculars from resting around her neck up to her eyes. The adult that had been holding her before laughed. "Ah, wrong after all! She just wanted to get higher up to see better!"

The man was glowing. "I'm right again!" He turned his gaze to his spouse. "Will you ever get tired of being wrong about matters like this? The pull of birds is strong- to those of any age!"

"Oh, heaven, Stan." The other person's head tilted back as they laughed. The light made their skin glow and the happiness on their face reminded Stan of how wonderfully attractive his partner was. "Must you always remind me when you're right?"

Stan nodded firmly, his pride lessening as his fondness overpowered his smugness. "If I don't, who will?" Y/n hummed, eyes returning to the child as if they were actually considering it. Stan knew better though, not expecting another word for a while. The conversation had ended and a comfortable, familiar silence fell between them. Y/n leaned close, resting their head on Stan's shoulder. His arm found its way around Y/n's waist, his cheek resting on top of their head.

When the small girl returned, this time it was to Stan. She yawned and Y/n chuckled. "Think it's time for bed?" They asked Stan. He simply nodded, as Y/n had already stood and gathered things so they could go.

By the time they got home, the girl was asleep. It was Y/n who unbuckled her as Stan went inside to make sure the house was quiet and the path was cleared to allow Y/n to walk without tripping over anything they wouldn't see around the girl in their arms. As Y/n passed the living room they nodded at an enthusiastic Bill who was sitting next to Mike. Across from the two men were Ben and Richie, with Eddie leanings against the back of Mike and Bill's couch and Beverly perched on the arm of Ben's seat. Ben had a hand over Richie's mouth and no one was moving.

When Y/n was gone and they were all sure the sleeping child wouldn't wake if they were quiet enough, Ben lowered his hand. Stan crosses his arms, his glare deep even if it was tainted by amusement. "What are you all doing here? We gave you an extra key for emergencies only."

With a sheepish smile, Mike held up a chip bag that Stan hadn't noticed at first. "It WAS an emergency," Eddie piped up, as quiet as Stan.

"We needed munchies man!" Richie input. Ben nudged him- he hadn't lowered his volume. He chuckled. "Sorry." This was quieter.

Before Stan had to pretend to be mad for too long, Y/n returned. "Are you guys just here for snacks again?"

Bill laughed, covering his mouth. "Actually, we're here to kidnap you two," Bev piped up. "Ever since Laila was brought into your little family, we haven't seen much of you guys."

"Actually, we haven't seen much of each other at all," Mike sighed. "When was the last time we were all in the same room together for an extended amount of time? Your guys' wedding? That was YEARS ago."

Y/n rubbed the back of their neck. "Well, we have a kid now Mikey. We can't just up and leave her alone."

Bev slid off the arm onto her feet, hands on her hips. "I called Kay. I told you guys about her right?" Stan and Y/n nodded. "Well, she said if we can convince you guys to come then she'd be more than willing to babysit Leila, as long as you're both okay with it."

Stan looked slowly, hopefully at Y/n. He tried not to give anything away. If Y/n was too tired or not up to it he didn't want to get too excited because then he wouldn't be able to hide his disappointment and then Y/n would feel guilty- or, even worse, would force themself to go. Y/n was grinning though. "Aw I'd love that! You know I've been dying to meet this special friend of yours for a while now. What did you have in mind?" At 'special friend' Y/n winked. Bev blushed.

Richie was next to stand up. "Remember when we used to go the Quarry?"

Y/n actually giggled. "You are too old to be jumping off that cliff!" they joked. Y/n and Richie had been teasing a lot about age recently, to make it seem like less of a problem. It was easier to ignore things when you simply just laughed at them.

Richie rolled his eyes. "I am NOT. We're bigger now; it's not as tall. And we can stay until the morning and wake with the sun rise!" He said this very dramatically, making the others feel a kind of childish excitement.

Stan rubbed his hand along his partner's back. "It took us hours to convince Mike and Eddie," Bill piped up. "Honestly you'd be the worst if you didn't come."

Y/n rolled their eyes. They were convinced the second Bev mentioned Kay babysitting, wiping Leila from their worries and opening the possibility to actually have some fun. Therefore it was unnecessary for Stan to lean close and whisper, "How romantic would that be? It would be like when we were kids. Except now I can take work off tomorrow and spend my time doing something much more fun than catching up on homework." COMPLETELY unnecessary, but TOTALLY welcome and encouraged.

Grinning, Y/n nodded. "You know, it sounds like a good idea."

No one else had heard, but there was an instant reaction from the others. Ben and Mike exchanged amused expressions as Richie yelled, "DAMN Stan the Man! GET SOOOOOOME!" on the top of his lungs, causing Eddie to throw his hand over the other man's mouth, hissing quietly to remind him of the sleeping child not too far away. Y/n and Stan got ready as they waited for Kay to show up. Here, Bev energetically introduced her girlfriend finally to the people who used to be her closest friends. Her family. Who had seemed to be far away of recent.

After that, it was time to go. On the ride there - Mike was driving, Bill in the passenger seat - everyone got caught up. Bev told about the divorce from her abusive ex husband and how Kay helped her get over him... leading Bev to fall in love with Kay. Mike and Ben were engaged, but they hadn't decided on when exactly the wedding would be quite yet. Richie and Eddie were thinking about adopting, since Richie was Y/n and Stan's number one go to babysitter and Leila's presents had them both baby hungry. Bill laughed as we poked at him for being the only one of us still single, eagerly updating us on his newest novel and how happy he was just... chilling, for now.

The time at the Quarry was just as fun and light hearted. Just like when they were kids. They stripped down to boxers and bras and jumped from the top. Richie and Y/n antagonized Eddie and Stan into a dunking match, nearly killing Ben in the process. Bill absolutely refused to do a chicken fight, causing everyone to tease at doing it the rest of the time, cracking up when he'd panic just a little without fail each time. They were shoving and screaming and cursing and Y/n and Richie were insulting each other so much that the others wondered for a second if one of them was actually mad. But no. They were just idiots. Nothing unusual.

For dinner they had a picnic, and then it was time to bundle up and dry off as they watched the sun set before making a small fire and starting up dessert. There was something unearthly about s'mores amongst friends when you were all laughing until you couldn't breathe and were acting like you were thirteen.

Ben stood up to begin telling ghost stories, only to be matched by Bill, who kept adding or giving input and making it even better. The two went back and forth before Bev and Y/n winked at each other, cutting in purely to top their fairly good story telling with ridiculous dramatics. This got Richie started, which then had Stan rolling his eyes as the chaos as Mike lost his mind laughing in the background.

After they calmed down from the 'storytelling' they all got in sleeping bags. Stan and Eddie had pushed for tents but in the end the others had won out- they wanted to sleep under the stars. ("With the bugs too?" Eddie had inputted, but he was a lot more chill with things like this than he had as a child so the others didn't worry about it too much.) One by one they began to fall asleep in the quiet chatting. The day took a toll on Ben first, Mike soon following as Ben's even breathing and heartbeat got to him. Next went Beverly and then Eddie.  Richie was mumbling but Bill shut him up and after a few seconds his speaking was replaced by soft snoring. It was kind of adorable that the loud Trashmouth had such a soft snore. Y/n was sure Stan had finally succumbed too, despite being determined as he lay on Y/n's chest, picking at grass.

Just as Y/n was dozing off, Bill spoke. "Anyone awake?"

"Me," Y/n hummed lightly.

Bill waited a few seconds, seeming to see if anyone else was too. No one else responded. "Y/n can I ask you some advice?"

"Of course Billiam. What's up?"

Bill snorted at the old nickname Richie had dug up again early that day, but soon turned serious again. "If you're in love with someone... well. What should you do?"

"Go for it," Y/n answered immediately. "It's so much better to have it off your chest and know the answer than waste time not being with them if they like you back, or wondering what could have been if you had spoken up. Eve if they reject you, at least you'll know."

Quiet again, for longer this time. "What if they're with someone else?" Y/n didn't respond to that for a second. "What if they're one of your best friends? And you may sort of also love the person they're with?"

Y/n smiled. "I think you should talk to both of them about it. Initiate it. Just establish that you have feelings for both of them and see how they react. I mean, you don't want to break them up right?"

"No," Bill answered immediately. Y/n imagined that his eyes were large, offended.

"I thought not. Make sure they know that. You can always move on - though dear lord that sounds so much easier than it is - but, I mean, what if's are the worst. That shit'll follow you forever."

Bill sighed. "Would you be down for a movie date with me if they reject me?"

"I'll bring the ice cream."

"I'll bring the tissue." This came from Stan, surprisingly Y/n and Bill both.

Y/n laughed. "See Bill? We've got your back."

Bill murmured a, "You have no idea how much of a relief that is."

Stan hummed in doubt. "Though, you should totally tell us who it is now. It's obviously not us, since we were your go to plan if you failed. So spill, Big Bill."

Y/n giggled. Stan smiled fondly. Bill watched them, his eyes falling slowly to Eddie and Richie. Y/n saw. They hummed knowingly and Bill looked away, blushing. "Yeah. Anyway. I'll let you know what happens."

After thinking a second, Y/n said, "I think we all had some crush or another on you at some point Bill. I'd be astonished if they didn't both jump on the idea of being the ones to win you in the end." They winked at Bill who blushed. Stan just agreed quietly, causing Y/n to laugh again. Stan and Y/n cuddled more into each other, falling asleep and leaving Bill to think.

Wherever the rest of their lives took them, they'd always find each other again. Just as they always did. No matter how long or what drama tore them apart, in the end: Once a Loser, always a Loser.

In the morning, birds woke them up. Stan was staring at them, a curious smile on his face. "Good morning," he whispered, and no one replied because they all knew he'd been greeting the birds. As they all packed up and headed out, back towards Stan and Y/n's, Stan leaned over to his partner, whispering, "You know this trip has me thinking. Maybe we should go on dates more often."

Y/n grinned. "Bird watching?"

"What else?" Stan shot back immediately, grinning.

Y/n had never been more grateful for the little, feather beings than they were now. Without them, where would they even be? Looking at Stan, they pushing possibilities out of their head. It didn't matter. They were here. What else could they ask for? What more could any of the Losers ask for?

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[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 67

warnings: mentions of blood Hold My Hand Masterlist

John was right about one thing: Jimmy is doing everything in his power to make you laugh and cheer you up. He’s somehow managed to find a karaoke bar and he’s singing loudly as the whole bar claps along with him.

Tess looks at Jimmy and points, “That’s my husband!”

You smile to yourself when you see how proud she is of him, and you couldn’t be happier for her. Jimmy has completely pulled Tess out of her shell. She was never quiet, that’s for sure, but she was never this…silly. Being with Jimmy has softened her, and you love it more than anything to see how happy and in love she is.

Watching the way the two of them are looking at each other makes you think of John, and you feel a twinge of jealousy. Not because you’re jealous of them, but you’re just jealous that he’s here…unlike John.

You still have a nagging feeling in your stomach, so you take a big sip of your drink. You’re not one to really drink alcohol, but it’s helping to ease your mind. Kind of. You reach into your purse and pull out your phone, and you’re shocked to see you have a text from John.

You open it and tears fill your eyes as you read it: I just got here, and I want to tell that I love you. I’ll be home sooner than I thought. I can’t wait to see you. I miss you so much already.

You know John doesn’t usually text you when he’s working and you don’t want to be a distraction, so you put your phone in your purse without texting him back. You can’t deny that his text boosted your mood though. You look up just as Jimmy gets back to the table, and he gestures to you for your thoughts.

“So, what did you think?” he asks, out of breath.

“I think you are a…surprisingly good singer.” you say and look at Tess, “I had no idea.”

Tess leans her head on his shoulder and smiles, “He’s so talented.”

“Oh, thanks, babe.” he says, leaning down to kiss her. “So, Tess told you that I wanted to get a tattoo, right? Well, I was instructed by John to distract as much as possible tonight, and I already looked it up and there’s a tattoo shop around the corner.”

“Okay.” you nod and look at Tess as she frowns.

“I can’t get one.” she points at her belly and slouches, “But as soon as…Finny James is born, I’m getting one. Maybe even two.”

“I see the nickname is growing on you.” you smile.

“Unfortunately.”

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“You’re sure?” the tattoo artist asks, and you nod.

Tess is such a bad influence on you. When you came to the shop, you knew she’d try to convince you to get a tattoo, and now here you are, standing nervously in front of a mirror trying to figure out where the hell you can get a tattoo.

“I think I want it hidden somewhere.” you say, taking a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, come on, just go full sleeve. John would probably die.” Jimmy says, and you look over at him as he clenches his fist and scrunches his face up while the tattoo artist continues on his tattoo on his bicep.

“Well, John is probably going to die either way. He’ll be so shocked that I did this, and he’ll probably be shocked that I didn’t wait for him. I had promised him that I’d get a tattoo with him. Not like…matching tattoos, but just something together. Okay, so kinda like matching tattoos, but less corny.” you say and continue looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Side boob?” Tess suggests, and you shrug. “Kinda sexy too, like on your side, but also kinda on your boob.”

“That’s...perfect actually. My bra strap and swimsuit tops would cover it.” you say and lay down on the tattoo bed. Tess lays Jimmy’s jacket over your chest as you pull the straps of your dress down and lay on your side, “Thanks.”

Tess holds her hand out in front of you and exhales, “Go easy on me.”

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You sit down on the couch, wincing when you stretch a little too much on your left side. You don’t know if it’s because your mind was occupied with worrying about John, but the tattoo really didn’t hurt as bad as you thought.

Tess looks at you and smiles, “John is going to love your tattoo.”

“I sure hope so, since it’s, ya know, permanent.”

“When are you going to show him?” Jimmy asks, handing Tess a bottle of water.

“Well, I mean, he sees me naked every day, so there’s no way I could hide it from him for long. Might have to show him when he gets home.” you reach into your purse and pull out your phone, “He actually texted me about two hours ago. He said he’d be home sooner than he thought, but he’s obviously not back yet. I don't know how long his jobs take anyway. He's called before he’s left for a job, then he’ll call me again like three hours later to tell me that he's already home, but I don't think they're all that quick. He usually likes to scope everything out for a while first.”

“Do you text him back, or does he tell you not to?” Tess asks, leaning back on the couch.

“He’s never told me to not text him, but you know me, I don’t want to distract him.” you shrug and get up from the couch to get something to drink, “He actually never texts me. We usually FaceTime until he has to leave, and then when he gets home, we’ll FaceTime again. But it’s usually not until early in the morning.”

“Babe, you can go to bed.” Jimmy laughs a little as Tess yawns.  

“I’m sorry, I’m so tired.” she frowns and gets up from the couch.

You lean against the back of the couch and look at Tess, “I’m going to stay up until John gets home, but I just want to change into my pajamas. I’ll probably just find a movie on TV and watch it. Or at least try.”

Jimmy pats her thigh and smiles, “I’m going to stay up with her though, just until John gets back.”

Tess can tell you’re worried about John and she nods, “Oh, well, I’ll watch a movie with you. Just let me change into your pajamas and you pick the movie.”

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The three of you have crammed yourselves on the couch, and Tess is laying with her head against Jimmy’s shoulder. She’s fighting to keep her eyes open, but she’s just so tired. Her eyes finally drift shut, and Jimmy wraps a blanket over the two of them.

“She’s precious, isn’t she?”

You chuckle a little, “Yeah, when she’s not talking.”

Jimmy lets out a small laugh as he looks at you, then he looks back at Tess and rubs her cheek, “I love her so much.”

“She loves you.” you smile and look over at Jimmy. “I know she can be a little blunt sometimes and hard to read, but she really does love you. I mean, you know that of course, she married you.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice to hear her sister say it.” he says, grinning from ear to ear. He watches you look down at your phone again and he clears his throat, “No news from John?”

“No, it’s been almost four hours now.” you say and shrug, “I don’t want him to rush, but I’m just worried, especially after he said he would be home sooner. Makes me wonder if something went wrong. I just worry about him so much.”

“Understandably so.”

You frown a little, contemplating if you want to be this vulnerable with Jimmy. He's only ever been nice to you, so you figure it's okay. Plus he's known John longer than you have, so it might be kind of nice to hear what he has to say.

Taking a deep breath, you look over at Jimmy and shrug, “He was right earlier when he said I was only so worried because I was here. I mean, he was somewhat right. I worry about him a lot when he'd work and I was at home. But I do think I'm a little more worried because I'm just sitting here waiting for him. It makes me wonder what would happen if, god forbid, he was...”

“Yeah.” Jimmy nods, thankfully not letting you finish the sentence.

“What would I even do? How would I even find out about it? Would someone tell me? Come to my house and let me know? Would Winston show up at my house and tell me that he was dead?” you sigh, shaking your head at the thought, “I just worry about him so damn much, but I can't make him walk away from that life. He has to want it himself.”

Jimmy reaches out to touch your shoulder, “I know it's hard not to, but I honestly don't think you need to really worry about John. I don't mean this to be...rude, but you have no idea how good John is at his job. He's amazing. He's literally like a one man army, no one really wants to fuck with John.”

“Yeah.” you nod, and a silence falls over the room for a few short minutes.

“You know, I didn’t know Helen.” he says, and you look over at him and let out a small laugh. “I knew John before he met her, but once they started seeing each other, I never went over to his house. They dated and got married within six months, I believe. It was super quick.”

You look down at Tess on his shoulder and laugh, “You’re one to talk.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “I’m not saying it was a bad thing. I think if you’re in love and you want to be with that person, you shouldn’t wait if you don’t want to.”

“That’s true.”

“Anyway, I had seen John a few times with Helen at the store, but we didn’t really talk. Only a quick conversation.” he says and wraps his arm around Tess tighter, “But he was happy, I could tell.”

“Are you trying to make me feel better, or…?”

“Yes,” he sits up a little and laughs, “Yeah, I am. He was happy with Helen, and she was great. I only talked to her a few times, but she was really nice. She made John really happy, I could see it when I saw him. But the way John is with you…”

“A good thing?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “A great thing. I’ve never seen him like this. He loves you a lot, and that’s not to say he didn’t love Helen. It was just…”

“Different.” you say, finishing his sentence.

“Every time he leaves for work, he calls me and makes sure that I’ll keep an extra close eye on you. He knows that you’re fine, but he still worries. I know I’ve told you about how John mentioned you and said he wanted to talk to you, but I don’t think you realize how scared he was to actually talk to you.”

“I don’t know why, I’m definitely not intimidating.” you laugh.

“You were to him, you still are. He says you can be very…unpredictable sometimes.” he laughs, “When he was going to propose, he came over and freaked out for about an hour. Kept saying he couldn’t handle you rejecting him. He went through every possible scenario, had an outcome -- positive and negative for each. Tess calmed him down, and he finally realized how stupid he was being. There was no way you were going to reject him, and he knew that.”

You look down at your engagement ring and smile, “I would never reject him.”

“And we told him that over and over.” Jimmy laughs and watches you as you spin your ring on your finger.

“He’s just…silly sometimes.” you laugh, “I can’t pretend I’m not as well, sometimes I wonder what the fuck he sees in me. Wonder when he’s going to drop me.”

“Not going to happen. I can say that with one hundred percent certainty.”

You look up at Jimmy and smile, “Thanks.”

“When I’d see him with Helen, they were so…mature.” Jimmy looks at you and shakes his head, “I don’t know a better word. But they seemed like they had been married for 20 years, probably had a routine, and I’m sure John loved it. You know him.”

“I do.” you laugh, nodding your head. “I kind of ruined his whole routine thing he had going. Always was up by 6, had his coffee, took Bleu for a walk, showered, then he’d go about his day binding some books and doing other shit. I mean, I wouldn’t stop him if that’s what he wanted to do now. Just don’t wake me up.”

Jimmy laughs, “Yeah, well, I’m sure he has a hard time leaving his bed nowadays.”

You roll your eyes a little at Jimmy, then you look down at your hands, “Now I feel bad for ruining his routine and everything that he had all planned out.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t feel bad. He’s really spontaneous now, so…full of life. You really bring out the best in John. This side of John, I have never seen and it’s all because of you. He’s never gotten to be himself before, even with Helen, but you have given him the opportunity.” Jimmy says as you begin to tear up, “I don’t think you’ll ever realize how important you are to him.”

You wipe away a tear on your cheek and smile, “You’re making me cry, Jimmy.”

“And he clearly can’t keep his hands to himself.” he says, and you immediately begin to blush. “You know I knew something was going on at the club when I saw your face, and then Tess told me and I was shocked. I had no idea John would do something like that, but again, he can’t keep his hands to himself.”

You laugh loudly and cover your mouth to not wake Tess up, “Jimmy, please stop.”

“Seriously though, he really is so happy with you.” he says and reaches out for your shoulder again, “You’ve changed his life, you have no idea. Never doubt your role in his life.”

You look at Jimmy and smile, “Thank you, that means a lot to me. It’s nice to hear that from his best friend.”

Jimmy perks up a little and smiles wide, “You really think I’m his best friend?”

“Jimmy, please,” you roll your eyes and laugh, “Yes! Of course you are.”

He looks down with a smile on his face, then he looks up at you again, “Wow. That’s really cool.”

You’re sure Jimmy probably didn’t have many close friends growing up, and as you get older it’s always hard to find true friends. You’re lucky that you have Tess, but at the end of the day, she’s your sister. She kinda has no choice but to be your friend. But you like to think that she’d be your best friend no matter what.

John definitely didn’t have many friends -- he still doesn’t. But he’s gotten closer to Jimmy over the past few years, and even Aurelio. They’re both his closest friends, and John has told you many times that they are two of the few people who truly know what John has been through.

“Hey, can I tell you something?”

You look up at Jimmy and nod, “Of course.”

Jimmy smiles, “Well, this morning when John and I were out, he…asked me to be his best man. I’m sure you already knew he was going to ask, but I haven’t even told Tess yet.”

You laugh quietly, reaching out to touch Jimmy’s shoulder, “We already talked about it, and I think it’s a great idea. I can’t imagine anyone else standing up there with us. Tess, of course, is my maid of honor. I know I’m going to ask her in some big way, I’ll make a huge deal about it for her.”

Jimmy laughs, “Oh, she’ll love that.”

Tess starts to move around and she snuggles closer to him, then sits up. “Whoa. When did I fall asleep?”

“About an hour ago.” he say and pulls her back into his arms.

You hear a faint knock at the door and look over your shoulder at the door, “Did you hear that?”

You hear it again and start to get up when Jimmy stops you, then he carefully gets up from the couch to answer the door. He opens the door, and you lean back a little to see who it is.

“Holy shit, man!” Jimmy says, and you immediately get up from the couch. “How long have you been out here?”

“Hey, only a few minutes. My leg gave out and I don’t have my room key.”

You hear John’s voice and walk closer to the door with a little pep in your step, but you quickly cover your mouth with your hands when you catch a glimpse of John’s face covered in blood and tiny cuts as Jimmy helps him off the floor.

The knot that has been in your stomach tightens even more when you see John; bloody, bruised, and struggling to walk. He winces every time he puts pressure on his left leg, and Tess reaches out to help lead him to the bed.

Tears fill your eyes, and John shakes his head when he sees you, “I’m fine. Sweetheart, I’m fine.”

“Jonathan, baby…” you reach out for John and cup his face, frantically looking him over as you try not to sob, “Oh, my god!”

“I’m fine, just a couple…cuts.” he says and presses his hand to your cheek, “I’m fine.”

“Jesus Christ, John. What happened?” Tess says, ripping the blankets off the bed so he can lay down and not stain them all.

“Work.” he chuckles, wincing as he lays back on the bed.

You’re still in shock, and when you look at your hands, you notice they’re covered in blood from John’s face. You ball your hands up into fists and try to be as brave as possible, but you’re frozen in place. The fear of John being severely hurt has completely immobilized you, and you watch as Jimmy and Tess help John get settled on the bed. The way he’s wincing you know it’s more than a couple of cuts, and he grimaces as he lays back and exhales shakily.

“Take off your jacket.” Tess says, and John squints his eyes when she shines her flashlight from her phone in his face.

“What?”

“I said take off your damn jacket!” she repeats and helps him sit up.

John groans in pain as he sits up a little to take off his jacket, and Tess uses the flashlight to look over the rest of his upper body. She hands her phone to Jimmy and starts to unbutton John’s shirt and tears his undershirt open.

“Wow, really?” he laughs, then he points at you, “My fiancee is right there, and I’m not into you like that.”

“Listen, I’m going to be as nice as possible, but shut the fuck up, John.” she rolls her eyes jokingly, and the two of them start to laugh.

He’s obviously not in too much pain since he’s laughing and joking with Tess, but you don’t see the humor in this situation. You take a few steps forward and exhale in relief when you don’t see any blood on his chest or stomach, but you notice a few bruises forming already. Something on John’s thigh is catching the light and shining, and you suddenly realize why he’s in so much pain.

“Oh, my god!” you gasp and point to John’s leg, “You have a shard of glass in your leg!”

John leans up a little to see it and he rubs his hand over it, flinching when he feels it. He looks at his hand to see the blood, then lays back on the bed, “Yeah, I knew I got stabbed but I didn’t know if it was glass or a knife. I thought he pulled it out, but I guess not.”

You all look over and see a small woman standing in the doorway; you were too focused on John that you didn’t notice Jimmy had left to call for the doctor. She’s wearing dark blue scrub pants and her scrub shirt is covered in tiny flowers. She looks like she should be working in a children’s hospital, not a hotel for the world’s deadliest assassins. Her hair is the prettiest shade of brown you’ve ever seen, and it’s tucked neatly into a bun. She looks like she’s in her 50s, but then again, you’re terrible with age since you thought John was in his 40s.

“Hey, John.” she sighs and pulls up a chair next to the bed, “Been a while.”

“Yeah,” he props himself up on his elbows and smiles, “How are you?”

“Been pretty good. Working a lot.” she says and sits back in the chair as the two talk like old friends. “Still in New York City? I feel like I haven’t seen you around here a lot lately.”

“Yeah, just outside of the city.” he nods and gives you a small wink, “I like to work closer to home now – when I’m working.”

“I see.” she says and crosses her arms. “You take a lot of time off nowadays I’ve heard. Still keeping one foot in the door, so to say.”

John nods and looks at you again, “Yeah, I have other things to focus on now. Better things.”

You shake your head at John, and he looks back at the doctor. He knows you’re upset and he’s trying to be as sweet as possible so you’re not mad. You’re not mad at him, you’re just…sad. No one wants to see someone they love this way.

“How are the kids?” John asks, wincing a little.

“They’re great, getting so big.” she says and reaches into her bag to pull out some gloves, “I hate it. I don’t want my babies to leave me.”

“Your youngest is ten, right?” he asks, and she nods. “Well, you still got her for a few more years.”

“That’s true, but she’s all sass right now. I hate it.”

“So, she’s like her mom?” he teases, and she rolls her eyes.

“Take off your pants.” she gestures for John to stand up, and you reach out for his hands. She looks around at Jimmy and Tess and smiles, “You got a few friends here with you, John.”

“Yeah, that’s my friend, Jimmy, and his wife, Tess.” John rests his hands on your shoulders as you unbuckle his belt, and he tries to fight the smile spreading across his face as he watches you. He kisses your forehead as you struggle with his belt, and you close your eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth from his lips on your forehead. His thumb is on your cheek wiping away the tear that’s slowly falling, and he kisses your forehead again.

You let out a small whimper when you see the glass in his leg as you carefully start to pull his pants off, trying your best to avoid it and not cause any further injury. The problem is you know he’s going to need to bend his knee a little to get out of his pants.

“We should have just cut your pants.” you whisper, looking down at his leg.

“I like these pants.” John says, hoping to make you laugh as you kneel in front of him.

You look up at John as he watches you, and you frown, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears on your cheek, “This might hurt a little bit, okay, baby? But I’m going to need you to just bend your knee so I can get these off.”

“Okay.” he says quietly, then he takes a deep breath.

Placing your hand on the back of his knee, you help him bend his leg just enough to tug his pants off, but your hand is covered in even more blood as a result. You look up at John as he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw.

From what you can tell, the cut is deep and rigid, and he’ll probably need quite a few stitches. It’s still bleeding quite heavily, and you’re hoping the doctor will get it stitched up quickly. Your mom was a nurse for your entire childhood, so you’d know how to clean his wounds, but stitching him up? You have no idea where you’d even start.

The room has fallen silent as you help John, and you hear Jimmy clear his throat so everyone turns their attention away from you.

“Hi, I’m Irene.” the doctor says, reaching out to shake their hands. “Have you two known John for long?”

Jimmy sits down in the chair next to her and smiles, “Yeah, I’ve known John for quite a few years.”

Tess shakes her head and sits down on the bed, “I just met John last fall. It’s been a whirlwind getting to know him, but he’s a good guy. I love him! He’s a great guy for my sister.”

“He is a great guy.” Irene nods, then looks at you as you help John on the bed. “And who is this? The sister, I assume.”

“This…” John grabs your wrist to stop you from standing up, and he pulls back down to sit with him and he smiles wide, “This is Y/N, my fiancee.”

“Your fiancee?” she asks in disbelief, and she immediately reaches out to shake your hand, “Hi!”

When you reach out for her hand, you see yours is still covered in blood and you start to tear up, “I’m…so sorry.” you take several breaths and look up at her again, reaching out to shake her hand with your left hand instead, “Hi.”

“Oh, she is sweet, John. And that ring! Wow!” she says, and you look down at John as he grins from ear to ear. She looks down at his leg and sucks in a breath, “Looks nasty, but we’ll get him fixed up and he’ll be fine. Nothing life threatening. Okay?”

“Okay.” you nod and smooth John’s hair out of his face, “Are you comfortable? Do you need a pillow? Maybe some water?”

John shakes his head and smiles, “Nope.”

“I’ll be right back.”

You quickly get up from the bed and head for the bathroom, then you lean back against the door and press a towel to your mouth as you begin to sob. You’re hoping that the four of them are talking so they can’t hear you as you cry.

“Fuck.” you whisper quietly, swallowing hard and trying to calm yourself down. “He’s okay, he’s here, he’s alive.”

You head for the sink and wash the blood off your hands, watching it disappear down the drain. Irene must have pulled the glass out of John’s leg since you hear him swear loudly, and you squeeze your eyes closed, praying like hell this is all just some bad dream.

You had a bad feeling tonight wasn’t going to end as well as you wanted. You got your hopes up when John texted and said he’d be home sooner. You’re not mad at John for taking a job, and if you’re mad at anyone, you’re mad at yourself. You told him to take a job, and now you’re kicking yourself more than ever for it.

You wet a washcloth with warm water and add a small amount of soap to it, then head back out to clean John up. When you open the door, you see Jimmy and Tess standing and waiting to say goodnight.

“We’re going to our room. If you need anything at any time, let me know.” Tess says, reaching out to hug you. She squeezes you in her arms and leans back to tap you on the nose, “I love you.”

“Love you.” you say, and Jimmy reaches out to hug you and kiss the top of your head. “Thanks for trying to distract me tonight. It did help…for a bit.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do.” he looks over his shoulder at John and laughs when John waves at the three of you. Jimmy looks back at you as you wipe away your tears. “He’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah.” you sniffle and exhale loudly as you walk back over to John.

John begins to cough, and he shakes his head as you walk over to the fridge to get him something to drink. He never knows how to just let someone cater to him. You sit down on the bed next to him, giving him a weak smile, and you help him sit up a little so he can take a drink of water. Almost without taking a breath, he finishes the bottle of water, then lays back down.

“I got something to clean off your face…and your body. I had blood on my hands and it’s all over your arms now.”

“Thanks.” he laughs and cups your face, wiping the tear off your cheek with his thumb, “You look beautiful tonight.”

“You look like shit.” you laugh, then immediately feel bad. “Sorry.”

“Gonna say you told me so?” he whispers, still cupping your face.

“No,” you chuckle, holding up John’s arm to wipe away the bloody hand print you left. You carefully clean the cuts on John’s face and give him a small smile, “Just happy to see you’re in one piece.”

Irene is cleaning off John’s leg and she sighs, “He got you a few times. Not too deep though, except for where he left the glass. You need to be careful with this leg, John. There is so much scarring here. Clearly you’ve been stabbed one too many times here.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “They tend to go for the same spot now.”

Irene looks up at John and sighs, “They know it’s a weak spot.”

John looks at you again and sees you looking at his leg as you fight back more tears. He cups your face in his hand again and pats your cheek, “Hey.”

“What?”

“Gimme a kiss, I missed you.” he says, then he pulls you down to kiss him and he smiles when you sit back up, “How was your night?”

“Jonathan, I…” you gesture to him on the bed and shake your head, “You’re laying here with glass in your leg and you’re wondering how my night went?”

“Well, the glass isn’t in my leg anymore, and yeah.” he laughs and reaches for your hand, “What did you three do? Oh, did you like that restaurant?”

You rub your temples and laugh, “You are unbelievable.”

“He is.” Irene laughs and looks up at him, “One of my first nights working here, I got a call about someone who had gotten shot, so I made my way up here. I had heard about John Wick before, but I hadn’t met him yet.”

You look at her as she stops working on John’s leg and she sits back in her chair, getting comfortable to tell her story. You’re a bit shocked that John doesn’t seem to be in any pain whatsoever. He keeps a tight grip on your hand and he rubs his thumb over your engagement ring, and you smile to yourself a little.

“I got up here and knocked on the door, John answered and I was just…in awe.” she looks at you and smiles, “Everyone says how scary John is – and trust me, he is. I’ve seen it. But when I came up here, I had no idea what this guy was going to look like. I had all the stereotypical bad guy images in my head – not that he's a bad guy, of course – but the way people talk about him, I had a whole different image in my head. Anyway, when he opened the door, well, to be quite honest, I nearly fainted. He’s very handsome.”

“He is.” you smile and look down at John as his cheeks grow red.

“Don’t worry, I’m happily married. Twenty five years.” she says, pointing at her ring. “And yes, it’s possible. Anyway, I got up here and John immediately asked if I wanted anything to drink, wanted me to be comfortable. It took him all of two minutes to figure out that I was pregnant. I was hardly even showing at the time, it was my first baby.”

“Looking back now, that was probably incredibly rude of me. I’m so sorry.” he laughs, and she taps his arm.

“I thought it was sweet.” she looks back at you and smiles, “I got the bullet out, stitched him up, and talked his ear off the whole time – I was very nervous. And now, well, it’s been so long, John and I have gotten to know each other pretty well. Well enough, I suppose. I know he isn’t much of a talker to some people, so it was nice that he did talk to me.”

“Well, your hands were shaking and you had to pull a bullet out of my stomach, so yeah, I thought I’d talk to you to calm you down.” John laughs and looks over at Irene, “I just kept hoping like hell you knew what you were doing.”

Irene tilts her head back and laughs, “Yeah, I did, but god, I was nervous. Not only because you’re so damn handsome, but because you’re…”

You smile and lean closer to John’s face, “Baba Yaga.”

“I mean, I’m the doctor here, so I’m off limits, but sometimes some of these people aren’t as kind as John is. John is just so different from a lot of these people here, he doesn’t flaunt it in your face that he’s John Wick. He doesn’t expect special treatment, he’s just a really, really good guy.” she looks down at John, then up at you, “I see why you’re so in love with him, he’s a gem.”

You nod, “He is.”

She starts to work on John’s leg again and he winces a little as she stitches it up. He looks up at you, and you smile as you wipe off the rest of the blood on his face.

“There.” you whisper and lean down to kiss him again, “I’ll grab some bandages later, but for now, that’s much better. They’re not bleeding, so I think you’re good for now.”

John cups your face in both of his hands and pulls you down to lay next to him, “So, how was your night?”

“It was fine, the restaurant was really good. I brought home my leftovers for you. Some pasta, oh, and I made sure to get some extra breadsticks for you.”

John closes his eyes and clenches his fist, “Yes!”

“Jimmy found a karaoke bar somehow, and of course, made an absolute fool out of himself.” you look up at John, and he kisses your forehead, “Then we went to a tattoo parlor.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you laugh and sit up a little, “Jimmy got a tattoo for Tess.”

“Did you get one?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You know you can’t just lift up your shirt and show John right now, so you decide to lie. “No,” you shake your head and smile, “Thought about it.”

You lay on your stomach next to John, and he brushes your hair out of your face as his gaze falls from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. He wants to kiss you. Maybe he doesn’t know it, but he tends to do that a lot when he wants to kiss you. You pucker your lips and lean down to kiss John, then you press your lips to his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I should have listened to you.” he whispers, and you shake your head, trying to stop him from apologizing. “You had a bad feeling – a gut feeling – I should have listened to it.”

“It’s okay.” you lean in to kiss John several times, maybe a little too passionately since it’s not just the two of you in the room. You sit back up and rub your thumb over his beard, “It’s okay, Jonathan.”

Irene is staring at you and John, and she shakes her head when you look up at her, “I’m sorry. I’ve just…never seen John like this. It’s nice.”

“I hear that a lot.” you say, holding tight to John’s hand, “That people have never seen John like this.”

“He’s so…guarded and quiet when he’s here, keeps to himself a lot of the time.” she says, wrapping a bandage around John’s leg, “You might catch him in the bar just grabbing a drink, but he’s usually just in his room, keeping to himself. Like I said, he talked to me and he opened up a little to me, but it was vague stuff.”

“Yeah, I got the vague stuff at first, too.” you laugh.

“But you stuck around long enough for him to finally trust you. You’re here, so you’ve accepted him for him.” she says, then gestures to John’s leg, “This isn’t an easy thing to deal with, and I’d say you did pretty well.”

“She did great.” John says, kissing your hand.

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Yeah, I guess if you consider having a meltdown in the bathroom great, then yeah, I did great.”

“I always told John he needed to leave this stuff behind. After all he’s been through, he needs a quiet life – he deserves it.” she says, looking back and forth between the two of you, then she looks at John and smiles, “What did I tell you the last time I saw you?”

John laughs quietly and sits up a little, “You told me that I needed quit working or else I’d get myself killed.”

“And…”

“And that I needed to find a nice girl and settle down again.” John says, rubbing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “Maybe start a family.”

Irene starts to pack her things in her bag, and you help John move back in the bed more, then you grab the blankets from the floor to cover him up. She leans down, patting John’s cheek and points at you, “You have a good one here, you better not let her go.”

“I don’t plan on it.” he says, squeezing your hand in his.

“I’ll be right back.” you kiss John on the cheek and walk with Irene to the door, “Thank you so much, sorry I was a mess. I’m not – well, actually I’m usually a mess when it comes to John.”

She laughs and reaches out to touch your shoulder, “That’s okay, he needs someone to look after him. He got a bit reckless there for a moment, but he seems like he’s doing well.”

“Yeah.”

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle of pills, then hands them to you, “Make sure he takes these. He never listens to me when I try to give them to him, but I figured he’ll listen to you. This will help with any pain he might have. He’ll definitely need one tonight. Knowing John, he’ll plan on walking around on it all day with no medication, so I’m hoping you can convince him to take them.”

“Just the whole pill? With food?”

“Yes, and preferably with food otherwise he’ll get a stomach ache. He needs to take one in the morning and one at night. He might get a little drowsy after, so make sure he’s not driving.” she says and opens the door, “I know you will, but…take good care of him.”

“I will.” you smile, tearing up.

She reaches out to touch your shoulder again and she smiles, “He deserves you.”

Walking back into your room, you chuckle to yourself, “I feel like I just got your mother’s approval. She told me that you deserve me.”

John laughs quietly, “Irene is a good egg. She’s always been nice to me.”

You see John flipping through the TV, and he smiles wide when he looks at you until you hold up the bottle of pills. “You’re taking these.”

John shakes his head, “No.”

You let out a laugh and grab the bloody towels on the floor, “What are you? Five years old?”

John winces as he sits up, and he watches you clean the droplets of blood he’s left on the floor, “You don’t have to do that. I can call someone to clean it up. Baby, don’t do that. STOP!”

“What?” you look up at him and shake your head, “Don’t yell, Tess and Jimmy are sleeping.”

“You don’t want to look at my blood all over the floor. I don’t want you to look at my blood all over the floor.”

“It’s okay.” you wave John off and finish cleaning it up, then throw the towels in the washer and head back over to John, “I like having a washing machine in here. They don’t have those in New York, do they?”

“No.” John shakes his head and watches you crawl back into bed next to him, “Plus this is the nicest room here, so it’s quite a bit bigger than the others.”

“Oh, yes, the benefits of being John Wick.” you look at John and scratch your fingers over his chest, “So, aside from getting stabbed in the leg, how was work?”

“It was fine.” he holds up his phone and frowns, “It’s broken.”

“What?” you take his phone from him and see the screen is shatters to bits. “Oh, well, that’s not good.”

John pulls you to sit between his legs, then he leans forward to kiss you, “I’ll just get a new one when I get home. The only people who call me are all here with me anyway. Oh, fuck…”

You look up at John and widen your eyes, “What?”

“All my pictures.” he tilts his head back against the headboard and sighs, “All my pictures of my girl, all my pictures of me and my girl!”

You chuckle softly and cup his face, “It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow and get you a new phone. They're backed up on your phone, so all we have to do is get a new phone. It's fine.”

Your attention is pulled down to John’s leg, and you sigh as you lightly rub your thumb over the bandage.

“I’m okay.” he says as you stare at the bandage on his leg, “Hey, look at me. I’m fine. I like having you here, by the way. I liked coming back and knowing you’d be here.”

“What if I wasn’t?”

“Well, where else would you be?” he laughs and pulls your legs around his waist, trying to avoid his bandage, “If you came here with me again, you’d be here by yourself unless you brought Tess, which I’d be fine with.”

“I know, but what would have happened if I wasn’t here when you got back? You would just sit in the hallway until I got back here?”

“Yeah, or I’d call you and tell you that you needed to come back…when you’re ready. I don’t mind waiting.” he smiles.

“Your phone is wrecked, so you wouldn't have been able to call me. You don't even know my number by heart.” you say, and John immediately rattles off your phone number. You rub your hands over your face and sigh, “You would have died.”

“I would not have died. You’re being dramatic now.” John pulls you into his chest and laughs, “I love having you here. I like coming back and knowing if I had a shitty day, you’re here to make it better. Holding you after a really bad day is the only thing that makes me feel better sometimes.”

“Okay, well, now you’re being really sweet so maybe I’m changing my mind. I’ll think about it.” you say, and John laughs as he squeezes you tighter. His hand is right over your tattoo, and it hurts. “Ouch.”

“Too hard? Sorry, I missed you a lot, and I haven’t had a chance to really hug or kiss you.” he says, leaning forward to kiss you. He hums obnoxiously against your lips and closes his eyes as he tilts his head back, “So good.”

You laugh at John as you get off the bed to grab the pills Irene gave you, “You’re taking these.”

John pouts a little, and you know he’s hoping you’ll give in to him. You roll your eyes and grab a bottle of water from the fridge and walk over to John.

“You pouting is not going to change my mind. I know you’re in pain.” you say, handing John the pill and water.

He sighs loudly and takes a big gulp of water, then opens his mouth to show you that he’s swallowed the pill. “Thanks, Doc.”

“You know I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want you in pain.” you grab some crackers and hand them to John, “You have to eat too, otherwise you’ll get an upset stomach from the pills.”

“Now I know how you feel.”

“No,” you shake your head and sit on the end of the bed, “You are ten times worse. You practically shoved a sandwich down my throat once.”

John laughs loudly and even though he has cuts scattered all over his face, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He looks down at your nightgown and frowns dramatically.

“I know, I changed into my pajamas when we got back here. I figured you’d text me when you were on your way home and I’d have enough time to…well, take my clothes off.” you laugh and look down at your sweater, “Then I got cold, so…”

“Well, are you cold now?” John asks, reaching for your hands, “You can take your clothes off now…”

“John, no.” you laugh, shaking your head, “You just took that medicine, you’d fall asleep half way through.”

John shakes his head, “I think you’re underestimating how good you are.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, then you look over your shoulder to see Tess peeking around the corner.

“Hey,” she says quietly and takes a few steps in, “You okay, John?”

“Yeah,” he nods, waving her over and she sits on the bed next to him, “Thanks for earlier.”

She leans her head against his shoulder and sighs, “It was nothing.”

“I heard Jimmy got a tattoo for you.”

She looks up at you and you shake your head slightly, hoping she won’t tell John that you got one. She laughs and looks up at John, “Yeah, on his bicep. Pretty big, I was surprised.”

“What is it?”

Tess lets out a laugh and pulls out her phone to show John, “It’s a wolf, which is my favorite animal, but one side is all flowers. He’ll go back in a few months to get it colored.”

“He was pretty brave, I think he only swore a few times.” you laugh and move closer to John and Tess. She scoots over, and you squeeze between the two of them. “He did say he doesn’t understand how you have so many big ones on your back.”

John laughs and shrugs as he eats a cracker, “I got them so long ago, I can’t even remember what it felt like.”

“Okay, Old Man Wick.” Tess laughs as she wiggles down under the blankets, “What are we watching?”

You look over at Tess and laugh, “You have a TV in your room, and you have a husband in there.”

“Yeah, but he’s snoring.” she looks up at you and smiles, “Does John snore?”

You help John scoot down the bed and reach over him to turn off the lamp, “Sometimes.”

John looks at you and laughs, “Really? You’ve never said anything before.”

“Yeah, it’s really…breathy.” you say as Tess laughs. “It’s so cute. He’s a really quiet sleeper though, sometimes I gotta lean over and make sure he’s still breathing. Freaks me out. Sometimes when he gets home from a job and he’s really exhausted, he’ll actually snore a little louder, but I don’t mind that. I just turn our fan on louder to drown it out.”

“Well, he has to do something that you hate.” she says and rubs her stomach.

“Hmm,” you tilt your head back against the pillow as you think and tap your finger to your chin.

John laughs, “You have to think, so that makes me feel a little better.”

“He’s always really warm. But with summer, it sucks because it’s always so hot in our bed at night. I have a fan in my face always, which you know that, but we usually have the air really cold in the house now because well, this might come as a surprise, but…” you look at Tess and smile, “John is very clingy.”

Tess laughs and points at John’s arm over your waist, “I can see that.”

“So now I just sleep naked.” you smile at John and pucker your lips for a kiss, “No point in wearing clothes if I’m going to be waking up in the night just to take them off.”

“You are always really warm.” Tess says, reaching across you to feel John’s arm.

“He just radiates heat.”

“Well, now that’s just soft.” Tess says, then starts to laugh, “But what’s something that’s really annoying that he does?”

“He downplays a lot of things.” you say, and John looks down at you again.

“You answered that quickly, I’ll try not to be offended.”

You shrug and look back at Tess, “I hate how a situation is bad and he acts like it’s fine. Just earlier for example: he has glass in his leg, he’s trailing blood all through the room, and he just laughs and makes jokes.”

“Yeah, but he was doing that so you wouldn’t be any more upset, so that the situation wasn’t bad.”

You take a deep breath and exhale, “Yeah, but I’m seeing my fiance being carried to the bed because he can barely walk, he’s bleeding from his leg and has cuts scattered all over his face. The situation was as bad as it could get.”

“Could have been worse.” he says, kissing your forehead, “I could have been shot.”

You look up at John and give him a dirty look, “Why would you even say that?”

John wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, tickling you with his beard, and you laugh as you squirm away from him. Tess is watching the two of you and she smiles when you look at her.

“What’s something she does that you hate, John? Any annoying habits?”

“When she gets out of the shower, she wrings her hair out on the carpet and without fail, I step in it with clean socks. We’ve had many discussions about that.” he laughs, shaking his head when you giggle a little, “She sometimes kicks me in her sleep. We’re lucky we have a king sized bed, but she’s usually curled into a ball next to me, which is pretty cute. I’ve found out that holding her, like spooning her, keeps her from kicking me though.”

“She does kick in her sleep! We shared a bed for a while when mom was redoing my room, and she just kicked me all night.” Tess laughs, “If only I knew you just needed to be spooned.”

“I think the most annoying thing she does though is just being so hard on herself. The way she talks to herself sometimes pisses me off. She puts herself down a lot, blames herself for things when something doesn’t go right.” he sighs and looks at you, “You’re the most amazing person I know, and I’m not just saying that as your fiance. I thought you were amazing before I even met you. And just like you’re helping me see that I’m a good man, I’m helping you see how amazing you are.”

“Okay,” Tess rolls her eyes, “You two are still being sweet to each other. Meanwhile I hate when Jimmy chews loudly, he leaves the toothpaste on the counter and I always end up sticking my hand in it. He does the stupid thing where he points at my shirt and says ‘what’s that?’ then he flicks my nose.”

“What a dad.” you laugh.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love him, and I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else. No matter what. He’s the one for me, but damn, he’s lucky I can actually handle him. You never could.”

You laugh loudly and look at Tess, “Good, because you and John would literally be like cats and dogs. You love each other like brother and sister, but you two would hate each other if you were actually like…together.”

“Whatever, we’d get along wonderfully.”

You look over at John as he slowly shakes his head, and you laugh again, “No. No offense, Tess, and I mean this is the nicest way, but you…are a brat.”

She opens her mouth to argue, then she laughs, “You are completely right.”

“I have a hard enough time with her.” John says, gesturing to you, “You would probably cause me to rip my hair out.”

Tess pulls back, offended, “Okay, I’m not that bad.”

John nods and smiles when he looks down at you, “Yeah, you’re just not…her.”

“I so badly wish I could be offended, but that was too sweet.” she says, snuggling down in the bed, “Oh, if you haven’t noticed, I’m sleeping in your bed.”

“We noticed.” you and John say at the same time.

You lay on your side to face John and you lean up to kiss him, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” he smiles, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

“If you need anything in the night, just wake me up, okay?” you say, and John nods his head.

You know he won’t wake you up for anything, but he knows you’ll yell at him if he doesn’t. You lean up to kiss him again, and he cups your face to keep you in place as he deepens the kiss.

Tess groans, “Okay, I’m not sleeping in your bed if you’re going to be gross all night.”

“We don’t even want you in our bed.” you say, and Tess sits up to look at you.

“That’s incredibly rude, I am pregnant.” she says, dramatically.

“You know that excuse is going to run out eventually.”

Tess flops back on the bed and sighs, “Yeah, I know, but then I get to use the mom excuse.”

You and John laugh, and he leans down to kiss you again, then he reaches over and ruffles Tess’ hair, “Goodnight, Tess.”

“Night, Old Man Wick.” she says, closing her eyes.

You lean up to kiss John again, then you hold his gaze for a moment before he pulls you back to his lips for one final kiss goodnight. He finally closes his eyes and lets out a small breath as you rub your finger against his cheek and coax him to sleep.

You don’t plan on taking your eyes off of John tonight, but the warmth from his skin is soaking through your clothes and making you drowsy, and before you know it, your eyes flutter shut and you fall into a deep slumber as you and John cling to one another.

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BTS Toddler Series #14: Parents’ Night Out

Kim Seokjin

“So, no one is gonna go up there and get them down?” Hobi wondered as the rest of the members looked back up to the stage, where you and Jin were attempting to sing karaoke together; albeit, horribly but still.

“You got another thing coming if you think I’m about to argue with a drunk Y/N,” Yoongi grumbled.

“And why do we have to get them down?” Jimin asked. “I mean, look at them.” All of the members looked back to the stage, where you and Jin were doing a rendition of “The Time of My Life”.

“Now with passion in our eyes, there’s no way we could disguise this secretly,” you and Jin sing together. “So we take each other’s hand, cause we seem to understand the urgency.”

“Ok, they’re pretty cute,” Jungkook admitted. “But hyungs, you guys do realize what movie this song is from right?”

“Yeah, Dirty Dancing. Why?” Namjoon wondered. They all say there for a minute until they realized what part of the song was coming up next and sure enough, when they looked to the stage again, you and Jin were gearing up to do the “lift”. 

“Y/N, no!” Taehyung shouted as he rushed onto the stage, grabbing your arm before you could take off running towards Jin.

“You guys are no fun,” Jin grumbled as the three of you walked off stage and sat back down at the table with the rest of the members.

“Yeah, it would’ve been cool if we had done it,” you added petulantly. 

“Sure, but it wouldn’t be cool if you died because Jin hyung dropped you on your head,” Yoongi snorted, making everyone laugh.

Min Yoongi

“Here, drink some water Yoongs,” you said as you handed him a glass of water. Since Kinsley was with her god mother for the weekend, the two of you had decided to go out and spend some time together. You ended up going to a restaurant, having dinner and sharing several drinks with each other. Yoongi ended up getting more than a little tipsy, which lead to your current situation of making sure that he didn’t wake up with a raging hangover tomorrow morning.

“You’re so good to me,” he slurred before putting the glass to his lips and drinking from it. Laughing softly, you climbed onto the bed and settled yourself down next to him.

“You’re drunk baby,” you pointed out and he shook his head, causing some of the water from the glass to dribble down his chin. You wordlessly wiped the water away for him as he set the glass on the nightstand.

“See, that’s what I mean,” he said as he grabbed your hand that was wiping at his chin. “You take better care of me than I do for myself. And you’re such an amazing mom to our baby girl.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, deciding in your head to just let him keep talking. It wasn’t that Yoongi never told you how he felt about you, he just wasn’t always so forthcoming about it.

“Yeah, and Kins is such an amazing kid. We really hit the jackpot with her, you know that?” He ranted and you nodded in agreement.

“We absolutely did. She takes after you though, that’s why she’s so amazing.”

“Maybe, but she got a lot of good things from you too,” he shrugged. “I can’t wait to have have more babies with you Y/N-ah.”

“Babies?” You teased, and his eyes widened when he realized that he said babies, as in more than one.

“Yeah, why not?” He mumbled shyly. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, smiling at him afterwards.

“I can’t wait either.”

Kim Namjoon

“Stay close to me jagi,” Namjoon said and you nodded before he pushed the door open and walked into the dimly lit underground club. Him and Yoongi used to perform there all the time, especially when they were still apart of the underground rap scene but they hadn’t had much time to come back that often since becoming idols.

“It feels so nostalgic being here,” you whispered to him as the two of you settled at a small table towards the back of the club. “I mean, we met each other here.”

“And to think, I almost didn’t let Yoongi convince me to sneak out of the dorm to come here that night either,” he smiled as he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Good thing you did,” you teased, making Namjoon chuckle. The performer that was on stage ended his set and you and Namjoon applauded along with the rest of the crowd as he left the stage. The MC walked onto the stage and peered out into the crowd.

“Well, since that was our last scheduled performance of the night, do we have any people who’d like to do a freestyle?” He asked and you immediately looked towards Namjoon, who shook his head.

“We’re supposed to be spending time together, not you watching me perform,” he said.

“You know I love watching and hearing you perform though,” you replied, giving him a knowing look. “You should do it.”

“Really?” He asked and you nodded enthusiastically. Pressing a quick kiss to your lips, Namjoon stood up and walked in the direction of the stage.

Jung Hoseok

“Hey Y/N-ah, let’s go dance!” Hobi shouted to you over the loud bass that boomed throughout the small club that the two of you were in. 

“Hobi, you know I have two left feet,” you giggled but Hobi just shook his head at you.

“Doesn’t matter. Come dance with your husband,” he pleaded as he pouted lightly and held his hand out to you. You sighed heavily and placed your hand in his, standing up and letting him lead you to the dance floor. Once the two of you got to the middle, he turned around to face you and started to move his feet.

“Just relax baby,” he murmured as the fast paced song that was playing ended and the DJ replaced it with a slow song.

“It’ll be a little easier for me to do that now,” you joked, making Hobi smile at you. He grabbed your shoulders, twisting them so that you were forced to turn around with your back facing his front. He then moved his hands to your waist, pulling your ass flush to his pelvis.

“Just grind on me the way that you do when I’m inside of you,” he whispered huskily in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it afterwards.

“Hobi,” you gasped when you felt his half hard length as you grinded against him.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you lightly.

Park Jimin

“Want another shot Y/N-ah?” Jimin asked you as he picked up the almost empty bottle of peach flavored soju. You looked down at the half finished glass of wine that you had in your hand before shaking your head.

“No thank you. I’m good Jimin-ssi,” you smiled and Jimin nodded before pouring the rest of the soju into his shot glass and then throwing it back. “How the hell are you not drunk off your ass right now?” You wondered, making him chuckle.

“I’ve never been a lightweight jagi, you know that. Remember our honeymoon?” He queried and your eyes widened as the memory immediately came to you.

“How could I forget? We went to that vineyard and you, once again, proceeded to drink me under the table.” Jimin laughed and moved his chair so that it was right next to yours, throwing his arm around the back of your chair as he bit his lip at you.

“Remember what happened after that too?” He questioned, leaning over to press a kiss to the side of your neck which made you shiver involuntarily. 

“You took me back to our hotel and made me come for hours,” you replied shyly, a light blush creeping onto your cheeks. Jimin moved up and rubbed his nose against you cheek, humming softly.

“What do you say about me taking you home and seeing if we can’t do a repeat of that?” Jimin said as he looked up at you and you smirked.

“I’d like that.”

Kim Taehyung

“And here we are my lady,” Taehyung said with a flourish as he unlocked the door to the hotel room. Since the tour was over, you and Taehyung decided to take a staycation in a nice hotel, just the two of you.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you giggled as you walked inside of the hotel room. You stopped once you got a few steps in, your jaw dropping at the opulence of the room. The room was as large as the living room in your house, complete with a King sized bed and a bathtub in the corner of the room that looked like it could fit 5 people.

“How do you like it?” Tae asked as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach. 

“This is too much Tae,” you gasped as you set your hands on top of his. “It’s beautiful though.”

“Nothing’s too much for you jagi,” he mutters and you rolled your eyes playfully. “I wanted to make sure that we’d have a good time.”

“I’d have a good time regardless, as long as I’m with you.”

“Ok, that was corny as hell,” he chuckled. 

“And the whole ‘nothing’s too much for you jagi’ wasn’t?” You shot back and he shook his head.

“Touche,” he chuckled as he removed his arms from around you waist and moved to stand in front of you. “Well, what do you wanna do first?”

“Can we order a bottle of champagne, drink the whole thing, and then fall into a deep sleep?” You asked and Tae grinned widely.

“I knew I married you for a reason,” he replied. “We can definitely do that.”

Jeon Jungkook

“Baby, come on,” Jungkook grunted as he adjusted you over his shoulder before walking into your house. The two of you had decided to go out to a bar and get some drinks since his parents were babysitting Ava for the weekend, but you had managed to get a little too drunk.

“Your hair is really soft, you know that?” You murmured as you set both of your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck while he carried you up the stairs.

“I’ve been using your conditioner,” he laughed, He walked down the hall to your bedroom and walked inside, laying you down on the bed afterwards.

“Hold still,” he murmured as he took off both of your shoes and then moved on to your jewelry.

“You’re really beautiful,” you whispered as you looked at his face while he worked on taking off your earrings. 

“You are too baby,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I feel bad now.”

“Why?” He asked as he got up from the bed, putting your jewelry on the dresser. 

“I was supposed to fuck you tonight, or let you fuck me,” you pouted heavily, making Jungkook laugh at you as he walked into the bathroom. “I’m too drunk now.”

“You don’t have to feel about that Y/N-ah,” Jungkook assured you and you could hear the sound of the faucet running. A few seconds later, Jungkook walked out of the bathroom with a glass of water in hand. “It’s only Friday, we still have until Sunday with just the two of us. Now drink this,” he said as he handed you the glass. You nodded and took small sips, managing to down half the glass before you handed it back to him.

“Cuddles?” You asked as you watched him set the glass on the nightstand. 

“You sound like Angel,” he smiled as he climbed onto the bed, opening his arms and watching as you immediately slotted yourself against him. “Sleep baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Young Love and an Episode of Friends (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader x Shinsou Hitoshi) FINAL

Oooookay~! The final part is over~!! I did it! I did it!! And I’m so excited to be posting the last part of this mini-series! Felt kinda like a movie lol 

Summary:  You keep telling everyone you’re okay after surviving Hell but Bakugou and Shinsou don’t buy it.

BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!

Featuring: Lord Explosion Murder!! AAAAAND Our Fave Emo, Purple Boi!

Meanwhile, you were in the comfort of Shinsou’s room, sitting in his bed with the lights all turned off except for the TV’s light showing you a rather intense scene. You were feeling nostalgic, so you and Shinsou both decided to watch the 2009 movie ‘Drag Me To Hell’ ironically. At first Shinsou wasn’t sure about this movie given that the movie more or less described your ordeal, but you told him that it was okay and that you were still into it.

You slowly munched on an Oreo as the whole bag sat between you and your friend. Both of your eyes glued to the scene as he reached for once without even looking. “Yeesh… that is one ugly woman…” You remarked, amazed at how ugly a woman can go when she looks so haunted, angry and vicious when she attacked poor Christine in one of the earlier parts.

“Tell me about it… this movie is more disgusting than I remember…” Shinsou remarked, cringing slightly at how the fly went up Christine’s nose, and wondered how he and you managed to even eat the snacks you had placed in front of you.

“How the hell were we not scared back then?” You wondered out loud, not having to see the shrug from Shinsou as you both were intent on the jump scare coming up. You knew it was coming, you both did and yet you didn’t see nor did you know that THIS was coming.

SLAM

The door opened wide as soon as the old woman screeched in Christine’s face, but the surprise and sound of your door, and seeing Bakugou’s irritated face startled both you and Shinsou as you both literally jumped out of his bed, “AHHHHH!” Together, you ended up dropping all of the snacks to the floor as you and him let out little yelps and quickly you clung to your taller friend, which only irritated Bakugou even more.

“Stop shouting you idiots!” 

That was very ironic, and finally you registered that Bakugou was here and not Mrs. Ganush. “Oh! Hey Katsuki~.” You smiled and waved cheerfully, which had now annoyed Shinsou. “Get out.” He said bluntly and fast, but Bakugou was the wrong person to give demands to.

“Don’t tell me what to do you bastard!”

“This is my room.”

“I don’t give a shit!”

“I do.”

It was amusing match between loud and monotone, and you couldn’t help but snicker seeing them go at it like that. Bakugou and Shinsou never did get along with each other, in fact you were pretty sure that they despised one another because they didn’t enjoy each other’s company and were complete opposites, so they naturally butted heads. But with them both being close to things, it only made things worse…

You weren’t complete unaware that they didn’t like each other though. “Hey… c’mon you two… instead of fighting… why don’t we just watch the rest of Drag Me To Hell together?” You had passively suggested, making them both shut up for a bit, but Bakugou gave you an annoyed look the second he heard which movie you were watching.

“Isn’t that too soon moron?” Why in the world were you watching a movie about a woman being dragged off to hell, when you just came back from hell?

But all you did was smile and shrug your shoulders, “Not really. I haven’t seen it in years, and I guess my little ordeal inspired me to check it out after so long.” You replied casually, almost cheerfully and it drove Bakugou insane. He almost wanted to slap you silly for being so blasé and nonchalant about the shit you’ve been through. However, instead of being an ass and yelling about it, he scoffed and decided to watch the stupid movie with you and Eye Bags.

“Whatever.” He muttered and invited himself in, sitting right next to you, much to Shinsou’s immense chagrin.

“Don’t scorch my sheets.” Shinsou warned him with an annoyed mutter. He couldn’t just tell him to leave, well, he could have, but he knew that you liked the bastard for some reason, and he understood Bakugou a little bit. He was mildly shocked at your lack of reaction despite the trauma you likely suffered from that experience, but he didn’t press on it because he was sure you probably didn’t want to talk about it, and overall didn’t wish to start an argument with Bakugou for fear of upsetting you. So as annoying as it was, Shinsou let the jerk stay and watch the movie with you and him.

ONE HOUR LATER

Admittedly, watching Christine get dragged to hell kind of brought back some unpleasant memories, but you shoved it down deep so you didn’t unnerve your best friends. You heard them out, but the truth was you didn’t want to be babied, or treated like you’re vulnerable even though you knew that you weren’t really okay after everything that happened. Everything you had to endure for that entire week of being stuck in your Hell.

So you just chuckled and shook your head when the movie ended, “Wow… let this be a lesson guys, always check to make sure you have the right thing on you…” You stated in amusement, but only Shinsou looked amused. “No shit…”

Bakugou on the other hand, wasn’t as entertained as you were due to the movie’s corny effects and over-the-top visuals. “Tch… I can’t believe you still watch this crap…” He muttered in annoyance, and you could actually laugh since he wasn’t being mean about it, just exasperated. “Hee-hee… what can I say? I like that corny horror… back in it’s prime… it was actually even more scary… but I can still appreciate it in modern times…” You thought outloud with a smile, lying on the bed you sat on.

“Well! That sure was fun… thank you boys~. You guys fucking rock… that would NOT have been as entertaining with you guys.” You chuckled, smiling brightly at both the boys who you swore were blushing just a little bit.

“Yeah… sure…”

“Mm-hmm... you’re welcome.”

They were acting oddly awkward, which was a little bit unusual to you since both Bakugou and Shinsou were both so blunt and unapproachable most of the time that they didn’t seem the types to be awkward nor act like it.

However, you still smiled and gave them both big hugs, missing how they glared at each other when they hugged you back. This was supposed to be Shinsou’s time spent with you, but the jerk just had to come in and intrude on you and him. So Shinsou was NOT happy with the ash-blonde at all right now, even when you took the last of the Oreos he made sure to let Bakugou know that he wasn’t happy. But when you got up to leave his room, Bakugou discreetly flipped off the brainwasher as soon as your back was turned.

For the most part, they fought without you there to witness. Neither of them were willing to lose to each other when it came to getting close to you.

And you couldn’t have been more oblivious. You loved Bakugou with all your heart, but dammit, you’d be lying if you said that Shinsou didn’t have a place in your heart…

Was it possible to be in love with more than one person at the same time?

~~I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU~~

“I told you you couldn’t help… Shitty Girl…”

"(Y-Y/N)... you have to go..."

"You did this yourself you fucking idiot... I told you to just stay put... it's your own fucking fault..."

SLASH

“NOOOOOOOOO!!”

Your eyes shot open as you gasped in horror and quickly you shot up from where you lied and looked around your room frantically as your whole form quivered, wracked with fear. Panting and whimpering as you stared at your hands and then went to your mirror to make sure there wasn’t any blood on your face. Quickly, you got up on shaking knees and ignored how gravity seemed to weigh down on you as you stumbled out of your bed and to your door, opening it to make sure there was no blood and no bodies…

With a gasp you continued to walk, eyes wide and wild with fear as you looked in every direction, stumbling the entire time until you walked into the empty common room. Nothing but darkness and moonlight shining through the windows, and no blood or bodies in sight. And then you realized that this was your house and you weren’t at the dorms anymore, you were home with your parents…

Once more you stared at your hands, not seeing a speck of blood on them and you gave a big sigh of relief as you told yourself that this wasn’t Hell, you were still on the physical plane. Yet, your body was still trembling even when you tried to make yourself calm down. In and out you took deep breaths, but nothing was working at the moment…

God, you couldn’t get those images out of your head. Even when you tried to tell everyone that you were okay, deep down you know, and they knew that you weren’t okay. Those visions still haunted you, every time you closed your eyes all you could see was your bloodied, deceased friends…

Shinsou being injured and slashed apart, and Izuku’s pained screaming, and Bakugou…

Being killed right before your very eyes, blaming you and telling you that it was all your fault…

Even when you tried to regulate your breathing it wasn’t working, you couldn’t stop those images replaying in your head over and over again after that’s what you were forced to watch, over and over again. It was like a nightmare come true, even if it was over, it didn’t feel like it at all. Unseen little demons were crawling in your skin and making you shake as you shakily inhaled and exhaled in an attempt to regulate your breathing, but it felt useless. However, that little part of your brain that told you to ‘chill the F out’ was nagging at you to try and relax despite how difficult it was.

Oh how you wanted to call one of your dearest friends. Izuku, Iida, Shinsou, Bakugou, anyone. How you just wanted to tell them that you were freaking out and not feeling well at all to go back to sleep. But you weren’t sure how they would react, you didn’t want to bother any of them either especially since you knew they couldn’t. They couldn’t leave the dorms especially at such an ungodly hour. So instead of being a nuisance like you thought you would be, you went back to your room to get your phone, small blanket and headphones.

There was always one other person you could rely on for times of comfort.

Stevie Nicks.

So I'm back to the velvet underground

Back to the floor that I love

To a room with some lace and paper flowers

Back to the gypsy that I was

To the gypsy that I was…

Aside from Friends and other things, you adored the singer Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac, they were an awesome band that you frequently listened to. Izuku and Bakugou were well aware of your tastes in music, since you often played Stevie’s music or would go on and on about how good she was. Izuku in particular found it endearing, but Bakugou was much more annoyed and didn’t get it. No he didn’t dislike the band, but you simply just did not shut up about them. He listened to classic rock too though, and he never really admitted to you that he liked some of their songs…

Like ‘The Edge of Seventeen’ and ‘The Chain’. Hell, Bakugou even enjoyed ‘Landslide’ even if it was a soft, somewhat sad song. He appreciated the singer’s emotions behind it all right?! 

Shinsou however, did enjoy the band and the singer and was more open about it, being into classic rock and pop punk like you. He never minded whenever you went on about how much you loved the group and even at times would smile and hum the lyrics when you would just sing your heart out to them. 

Tonight though you didn’t sing, because everyone was asleep and you did NOT want to wake your mom or your dad up. Instead, you kept your headphones in, mouthing the lyrics with your blanket around your shoulders and pretended that it was a shawl so you could do the spin just like Stevie.

And it all comes down to you

Well, you know that it does, well

Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice

Oh and it lights up the night

And you see your gypsy

You see your gypsy…

You were spinning around, mouthing and quietly singing the song, pretending that you were Stevie on stage and trying to forget about everything you had been through. As the song played, it worked for a little bit as the music took you away for a little bit and for once that night you could giggle. “And it all comes down to you~.” You even did a little air guitar for the awesome ending solo that you loved so much.

But when the song ended, you were a little bit tired from all that spinning. For a moment you thought that you could go back to bed, but fear took a hold of you and made you go back to your room to keep listening to your music and let it lull you to sleep. What if this was all a trick? What if you were still trapped in Hell? You almost believed that possibility as you closed your eyes, letting the next song play to just distract you… 

For the rest of the night you listened to Stevie sing her lullabies as your eyes eventually closed…

THE NEXT MORNING…

Of course, you got very little sleep last night after the nightmares just kept haunting you and replaying everything from your Hell over and over again. It was hurting your soul, even though you were so happy to have been back, the images plaguing your mind weren’t making this as wonderful as you wanted.

At least your homework was all done thanks to Izuku and Bakugou. God, you couldn’t see either of them today. You were worried that they might ask you things like ‘Are you okay?’ and you weren’t going to tell them about your feelings. They were already concerned for you due to the nonchalant façade you were putting up, and you didn’t plan on letting that break anytime soon. You were plenty a burden already, and you never should have tried to show off with your quirk…

Maybe if you hadn’t been so hung-up on trying to prove something stupid to Bakugou that you wouldn’t be riddled with these hellish scenes in your head. You wouldn’t blame him though, it was your own fault. And that’s what you couldn’t see him or Shinsou. 

So you stood in class, not getting up to go greet anyone from 1-A, nor did you answer any texts you were getting from Izuku, Shinsou and Bakugou the entire school day. When the day was over you retreated out of the class as quick as you could and made sure to avoid any direction that the 1-A students would go to, as to spare being greeted by any of the students and have them ask question. You wondered how they were doing, but you didn’t want to go and spy on them because then they would find you. Maybe you could use your quirk…

It felt like a bad idea, but Shinigami was gone. Michael killed him and now he was suffering in Hell, but you weren’t going to talk to anyone strange ever again in the spiritual planes. So, you decided to not use Decensum. 

You didn’t feel safe using it for quite a while, not after what happened to you. Thankfully, before you could brood about what happened to you, your phone went off for what felt like the 100th time today as you looked to see some worried and angry messages from your friends, particularly from Shinsou and Bakugou.

‘(Y/N). Are you all right?’

‘What the fuck Shithead? Where the hell are you?’

‘Hello?’

‘DON’T IGNORE ME!’

‘Did something happen?!’

‘Where are you?!’

‘Dammit answer me soon you idiot!!’

Now you felt bad. It was clear that they were probably both kind of freaking out or at least panicking internally after you ghosted them the entire day. Should you go see them? Or should you just go back home and tell them your phone died? No, they won’t buy that…

Eventually, you did answer back as you started to walk away from the school and went your own direction. 

‘I’m okay.’

‘I was distracted.’

‘I’m going home soon now.’

Your texts weren’t really as cheerful, nor did you make a joke in any of them. And you had no idea that that was enough proof for Bakugou and Shinsou to know that you were NOT okay. In their own ways, they were extremely concerned and didn’t even really acknowledge their peers once they went to their rooms really quick. 

“Hey, Bakugou? Where ya goin’?” Kirishima quickly sensed that Bakugou was a little on edge though, “None of your business Shitty Hair!” He replied pretty fast as he started to angrily march out of the place, stopping as soon as he saw Shinsou walking away from a concerned Kaminari. He had an idea of where he was going…

They stared at each other for a while or glared at each other. “Don’t even think about it…” Bakugou made the first warning to the brainwasher, who just scoffed. “You can’t stop me.” Shinsou was defiant though, and it made Kirishima and Kaminari nervous.

It looked like they were getting ready for a fight, but surprisingly Shoji had shown up to make them stop. “(Y/N) wouldn’t want you two to fight.” He softly reprimanded them, but succeeded in angering the already riled Bakugou.

“Beat it Octopus!” He shouted at him, but Shoji wasn’t deterred, nor did he seem insulted. “She’s not at her house.” Shoji’s reply was calm, even though that made Bakugou and Shinsou’s eyes go slightly wide.

“And how do you know that?” Shinsou asked him a BIT more politely, but somewhat curtly with a dubious look.

“I heard her on the first floor. She said she wanted to stay for a bit before she headed back home.” He finally gave them the information they wanted, but neither of them really thanked their tall classmate as they both kind of raced downstairs to try and find where you were at. “Dammit! Get lost already Eye-Bags!” Bakugou tried to threaten Shinsou, but the latter wasn’t willing to leave. 

“No.”

Just the simple word was enough to push Bakugou’s sensitive buttons, and he took the first step with crackling palms to just go after him but he stopped the second he thought he heard your voice. 

“I took my love, I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills

'Til the landslide brought me down…”

Shinsou paused the moment he heard Stevie Nicks’ song and your voice. That was definitely you, and Shoji was right. “(Y/N)?” He quietly called you, much to Bakugou’s annoyance as he growled a little bit and looked around angrily for you, wherever the hell you were in this damn floor. 

“Shithead! Where are you?!”

Not the gentlest way to call you, but Bakugou wasn’t the best at doing that. But he WAS concerned and wondering what the hell you were doing. Ignoring your friends and not seeing them or sending a message or dumb pun at least once in a day was unlike you. It had to have been because of what happened.

Bakugou never talked about his own ordeal with the League of Villains, he hated talking about his feelings period. He knew you weren’t okay, and he knew that it was because of what happened with Shinigami. And he had no doubt that you were doing what he had been done: trying to just forget that horrible time and fail when all the horrors come back and haunt you.

“Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Mmm…”

Shinsou followed your voice, going a little further towards the entrance as he slowly walked when your voice got a little bit louder. But he didn’t call you, just in case you got startled.

He knew what happened when you got like this. Sure, you often used Friends and other shows and movies to escape unpleasant feelings, but when you used music to escape and isolate yourself, that’s when Shinsou knew it was something bad. Somehow, you managed to open up his heart by letting him into your weird world and let him be weird with you.

So Shinsou picked up on your habits and idiosyncrasies, and he knew when you were upset and trying to hide that you were upset or feeling something more. Stevie Nicks was your favorite singer, and you always turned to her music when you were really happy or really sad. Right now, Shinsou knew that you were probably really sad, or overwhelmed, and he knew it was because of the ordeal…

“Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm gettin' older, too…”

“(Y/N)…” 

Shinsou and Bakugou for once didn’t glare at each other or try to push one another once they heard your voice more clearly, and there you were, sitting right at the stairs that led to the inside of the place. Their reactions were very different, but they were relieved to see that you seemed okay, on the outside. 

“Hey idiot.” Bakugou called you first, but he didn’t yell or anything. Still it shocked you as you jumped a little bit, putting the song on pause and took your headphones out of your ears once you realized that you weren’t alone anymore. Anxiously, you turned and it was as you dreaded…

The guys you had been seriously contemplating your feelings towards, “Are you ok?” Shinsou was the first to ask you if you were okay, even though he felt like he knew the answer. “What the hell are you doing?” Bakugou’s question wasn’t as soft or gentle, but the concern was still there.

“Heeeeey guys~!” You put the act up, smiling nervously that they could see right through. “Ah I was… I dunno I just… didn’t wanna go home too soon after all… so I just decided to hang out… enjoy the view here. It’s pretty…” Wow, you sucked at hiding your feelings. Even you wouldn’t have believed you and mentally, you started scolding yourself since even you knew that they didn’t buy it.

“Don’t lie to me.” Bakugou scowled at you, but for once it wasn’t one out of anger. He was worried about you, and obviously you were hella surprised, which kinda hurt him a little bit. But in your defense, Bakugou hadn’t really treated you that well until yesterday so it was going to take some time to get used to. 

“You don’t normally isolate yourself. If anything you resort to begging a friend to come by so you’re not alone” Shinsou stated rather bluntly, and you did kind of glare at him a little bit for his observation skills, “And you listen to Stevie Nicks when you feel overwhelmed.” He added, and you almost grunted in annoyance. It wasn’t just you, Bakugou was extremely annoyed too at how much this bastard knew about you. Who the hell did he think he was?

You hated that they were right. You WERE lying, and you WERE isolating yourself and your smile had fallen away once the guys effortlessly broke through the thin wall you put up. “I’m sorry guys…” The first thing you did was apologize, putting your head in your hands. “I guess I still… have that stupid guy on my mind… everything that I just escaped…”

There it was. It didn’t surprise the two boys, but they did look a bit more concerned now that you were finally talking about it, and that prompted them to move in closer so they could both sit next to you.“I never should have used my quirk to try and find him… it was stupid…” You admitted more somberly, unwilling to let your eyes water as you forced back the emotions that desperately wanted to crawl out of your throat and pour out of you.

“Now all I see is… everyone… dead… and because I was… useless, and trying to do something just to feel important…”

Bakugou almost cringed when he remembered telling you those things, and accusing you of things that weren’t true. Now he felt really bad, “I can’t… stop seeing it…” Damn your human emotions, now you couldn’t keep the tears at bay or the nerves beginning to shake you, “E-Everything… I close my eyes and the Hell… is still there… I-I don’t even… I’m even wondering if I’m really here or… i-if I’m still in Hell… are you guys even… really Katsuki? And Hitoshi…? I know I see you both but… I can’t get it out of my head… a-and it’s all my fault... I’m so... weak...” You shook your head as droplets fell, and you didn’t see their faces… 

“Don’t say that.” Shinsou spoke first, even though comforting wasn’t his forte at all, he wanted to try for your sake. “You wanted to help... You are NOT weak (Y/N).” His replies were short, but oddly gentle.

“B-But…”

“No buts Shitty Girl.” Bakugou said a bit harshly, much like Shinsou, he sucked at comforting people because he never did it. It was a different story though, it was you who needed it. It was uncomfortable as hell, but he had to do something…

“I said stupid shit, but I was just mad… I didn’t really mean that…” He muttered a bit, starting to blush a little bit even though he was trying to make you feel better and not tell you that he liked you or anything. “You shouldn’t have used your quirk… I fucking hate your quirk… and yet… you were able to beat that bastard anyway… you... you’re not weak at all...” Bakugou agreed that you really shouldn’t have used your quirk, but didn’t forget about the fact that despite what happened, you still stopped a villain from getting to anyone else. 

Yet, it didn’t make the scars go away. Was that what heroes do? You had no idea how All-Might or even Aizawa could endure all of that…

“He’s right. It never should have gone like that… but you were able to return home.” Shinsou knew that even with the good you were able to do, that you were still in shock. “Yeah… thanks to you guys…” You inhaled and exhaled deeply, not wanting to suffer a major breakdown despite the tears that had streamed down your face.

“I can never thank you guys enough… Katsuki… Hitoshi…” You looked at both the boys, and they both had their concerned eyes on you. “Look… I’ve been going through some… weird feelings that I… wish I wasn’t feeling but… I can’t help it…” Your voice cracked as you sniffled and wiped the tears away as much as you could. “God… I love you guys… so… SO much…” There was a hitch in your breath as you felt Bakugou’s warm hand on your shoulder, an awkward attempt to try and give you some physical comfort as he awkwardly looked at you.

“I don’t… want to ask you guys this but… turns out that I… can’t handle everything by myself because I just… hate… HATE being alone… more than anything and I… I love… being with you guys… both of you… you guys take away that loneliness that I just… hate more than anything…” Your tears, it was almost painful for Bakugou and Shinsou to see and hear. Bakugou hated anything even remotely emotional, and he hated his damn soft spot for you because you were crumbling in front of him… 

He just wanted to protect the hell out of you, and never leave you alone again…

Shinsou didn’t like Bakugou, and Bakugou didn’t like him. But Shinsou liked you, hell… maybe it was more than that. He blushed heavily just thinking about it, but it was real, and he hated seeing you so sad because despite how you acted, Shinsou knew your deepest fears as you confided in him the most. He knew how much you hated being alone, and even though he enjoyed his solitude, he spent time with you. 

And he liked spending time with you, because deep down, he knew that you were the one person that made him feel like he didn’t want to be alone anymore…

“So… can you guys… just… promise me that… no matter what happens… you guys… won’t leave or forget me…?” There you finally asked them that, and they were both a little surprised and even glanced at each other. For once, there was no competitiveness or anger even though the envy was still there, but if there’s one thing they both agreed on, it’s that they both cared about you and wanted to protect you.

You perked up when you felt two pairs of strong arms around you, “You really are an idiot…” Bakugou muttered and blushed at how close you were to him again, “You’re always trying to bug me… how can I forget?” He asked you with his usual annoyed tone, and you couldn’t help but smile and laugh a little bit. 

“I promise.” But his next response made you gasp quietly, your glossy (E/C) eyes widening as your cheeks started to burn when the boy you’ve had a crush on since childhood promised to actually stay with you and never forget you…

“I really hate to say this but Bakugou has a point…” Shinsou said with a small smirk when Bakugou grunted in annoyance, “You bug me too… but I don’t hate it… and I don’t hate you.” He added, and your smile grew as you giggled a bit, since you knew Shinsou very rarely liked anyone, and was he blushing? “I promise too.” Shinsou almost sounded shy as he kept his arm around you and ignored the feeling of Bakugou’s own warmth contrasting with his slightly colder temperature.

Your blush deepened as you looked at your other dear friend. It shocked you to your core, but you had a special place in your heart for Shinsou, after everything he’s done for you it was impossible to just not have him on your mind most of the time. You liked him too…

And you weren’t so sure what this meant now, but Bakugou and Shinsou didn’t glare at each other this time and they kept you sandwiched in between them both. Your whole face heated up when you realized that you were more or less close to the two boys you were pretty much in love with. Okay, now you were really starting to wonder if you just went to Heaven instead of Hell…

This had to be Heaven…

“Hee~.” 

There was that giggle, Bakugou and Shinsou knew it very well as they saw you grinning, a warm flush coating their cheeks at how your stupid face could make their hearts flutter. “I really love you guys… I love you guys so much~.” You put your arms around them both and brought them closer to you and happily you kissed them both on their cheeks, and you heard them both gasp in surprise at the sudden affection.

“D-Don’t just kiss me so suddenly dumbass!!” Bakugou’s whole face lit up as he practically shrieked at you for such boldness on your part, even though he was secretly and internally bragging that he had gotten his second kiss from you while the brainwashing bastard only had one.

“(Y/N)…” Shinsou averted his eyes from you timidly, his scarlet blush dashed horribly across his cheeks and tinting his ears. He finally got a kiss though! And it felt incredible as Shinsou’s heart was racing so fast he thought he was going to keel over for a second had you not held onto him.

“Ahahaha~.” You blushed with a happy little giggle as you hummed in content, and the two boys blushed even darker as they tried to not glare at each other because despite their extremely polar opposite attitudes, Bakugou and Shinsou wanted to try and make this work with you, and they would always be there for you, the way you had been there for them too.

And maybe, just maybe, there was a slim but very real possibility that they might end up not completely hating each other in the end.

I’ll be there for you~