#i hope this doesn't sound too rude or mean
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HC that "Ghost Investigation Ward" is also a backronym in-universe
It went like this:
Their official title is nothing, because they don't officially exist. No government agent will acknowledge that they have any function beyond the regular duties of the FBI. Just like the Men In Black, they are only distinguished by the fact that they show up when paranormal phenomena are suspected to have happened and no convincing explanation is given for why the FBI would be involved.
Again like the MiB, people start calling these agents the Guys in White. The casual appellation is intentionally mocking them for taking themselves very seriously and yet apparently being incompetent at actually getting anything done.
As more ghost stuff starts happening, the Guys in White appear more often. Notably, they are also written about more often, especially in message boards, chatrooms, etc. This is when the short form GiW/GIW (there is a brief war over the formatting, with GIW eventually winning) becomes popular.
Formal publications/broadcasts also start talking about the GIW. Out of a desire to not sound like they're mocking the government agents, they preferentially use GIW, even when speaking. (It remains an initialism despite the length because "goo" and "gyoo" do not sound any less mocking and suffice it to say pronouncing it with a soft g is an obvious no-go.)
As knowledge of ghosts and the activity of the GIW spread, more people hear about the GIW, including many people who do not know what GIW stands for.
Due to their association with ghosts and the FBI, naturally people think of the GIW as some kind of ghost investigators. This coincidentally fits with two thirds of the initialism that they are now commonly referred to by. Thus, many assume GIW must stand for "ghost investigation ..." something. When they turn to the internet, and hear "guys in white," they assume it's a joke, and that the reason they can't find a better answer is just that the agency is very secretive.
Someone somewhere decides it must stand for "Ghost Investigation Ward." This is shared around and eventually used by a news writer who just took it at face value without looking for a source. That news article is then cited by Wikipedia. And the rest is history.
#danny phantom#hc#i hope this doesn't sound too rude or mean#i do think the ghost investigation ward thing is fun and makes a lot of sense#i just personally can't see it being the real original name#because i can't see the government using the term ward over agency/division/bureau/office/department/service#or some other word that already means a subdivision within a bureaucratic/legal entity or group of people#since wards are otherwise (as far as I can tell) always physical parts of something#and ward even already has a specific meaning in the context of government activities as an electoral subdivision#but also obviously it does sound fitting enough that a lot of people think it's canon#so it's only logical that the same phenomenon would happen in-universe too
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meraki | jjk (m)
MERAKI (v., Greek). "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work." Summary: Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.
âł pairing: Jungkook x reader âł rating: 18+ âł genre: e2l, grumpy!jk (+ photographer!jk) x sunshine!reader; fluff, smut âł warnings: bickering, bantering, jk is a bit rude at the beginning, flirting, tension, oc is bold and courageous, mention of someone being stoned, mention of insomnia, jk's lip rings <3, heights, not exactly e2l but more like "i find you pretty annoying" to lovers lmao, deep talks and sweet moments, one bed trope, guest appearance, jk takes pictures of pretty things, stars and sky talk <3, explicit sexual content: kissing/making out, implied pain kink? lol, fingering, manhandling, oral (f. & m. receiving), teasing, 69, spitting, one or two spanks, bit of choking, soft and hard sex, unprotected sex (oc has an iud), soft dom!jk but also glimpses of sub!jk, ofc biiiig dick!jk, doggy/riding/missionary, praises, more flirting, jk's godly body, masturbation, cum swallowing (he comes in her mouth); the lovely ending <3 âł word count:Â 26.6k <3 âł a/n: you guys built this fic!! đ„ș hopefully this is what we expected it to be. it's also yet another love letter to one of the gentlest men i know; happy birthday, jeon jungkook, you're the standard and i will never fall out of love with you đ i hope y'all enjoy it!! come and talk to me when you're done mwah <3
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1:04AM, Her
Thereâs a word for how you do what you do.
A term you hold dearly in the crevices of your bright heart. Ever since you first learned its meaning two decades ago, youâve made it your primary goal to breathe through life with it as your philosophy.
Passion, it is. A word certainly common in conversation and daily life â youâre not the only person to live by it. Doesnât mean youâre not allowed to wallow in it.
Because thereâs a fire behind your hard-working chest, lit up, pride residing next to it. Itâs where you feel the most vivid light when you do what you love, blooming and blossoming. There are synonyms of it you know, and each of them are pretty as a growing garden.
You gatekeep them for now; havenât yet found a person to share your knowledge with. Which is okay; in the meantime, youâll keep looking. You do think everybody needs something like this in their lives.
Something that forces your body upright, sprinkling fairy dust and glimmer into your eyes. Something you can resort to in order to escape the trials of life.
For you, as odd it may seem to people, itâs your job.
You usually work late like today, surrounded by sounds and disquiet. But you enjoy it. You like stepping into the night afterwards, and you like the dark blanket above, the starlight sprinkled across the comforting blackness.
And you like it when it drizzles sometimes. The giggles of couples or groups of friends as they wade through the rain. The absolute quiet and relieving serenity.
You live for this. You enjoy people. You enjoy sensing life around you.
Tonight isnât different. Even when you find yourself hastening by the end, wrapping up the event with a dozen chores to tackle; even when the host rushes to you, asking for help. Your shoes click-clack across the floor as you move left and right, up and down.
But by God, you never doubt these daysâ worth.
1:04AM, Him
Sometimes, people donât want to be photographed.
Jungkook learned that early on when he agreed to be a photographer at events. Heâs encouraged and urged to ask people to pose; thatâs his job. Waiting for them to force a smile before they can resume eating, debone their fish or work on their lobsters, beef, veggies.
They long to return to whatever they were doing, or to their conversations, mostly insignificant ones; Jungkook knows because he, involuntarily, hears too many of them.Â
Itâs only when theyâre dancing or drinking that they open up. Thatâs when theyâre okay with listening to him, obedient, almost as if heâs authority, staring into the lens with flushed cheeks and wide grins.
Though itâs irritating when every other person walks up to him afterwards, inquiring when theyâd be receiving the photos, or, even ruder, if at all.
Today, there are a few more comfortable people around. Not as harsh, not as grim as he feels. Youâre here, too, somewhere; of course you are â you got him here in the first place. Somehow, your paths often cross. You were ready for a picture immediately, drawn in by the host, smiling.
He perceived your presence just for a second, though. Doesnât need or want any more than that. Youâre too loud, too energetic anyway; heâs rather among himself, not in any photo, indulging in the job.
He loves clicking through his camera roll; itâs the people that tire him out. Working his way through the pictures he took once home gives him joy, though. Makes his fatigue feel worth it.
But God, youâre not the only one, right? So many people here are the same amount of enthusiastic, party people to the core.Â
Which is why heâs happy when the night finally concludes, and he, far after midnight, stuffs his equipment back into his bag and slips into his at least somewhat chic blazer.
1:12AM, Her
You groan as your hand dives into your bag, fishing out the key that you already removed from your keychain an hour ago. Back when the man facing you approached you; heâs the last face you see when you step out of the somewhat stuffy hall.
Or so you think.
You donât know that the night is far from over when you linger at the entrance, handing him a key that he encloses in his grip with a grateful nod and a goodbye-wave. The final interaction when you excuse yourself, breathing in the night.
Itâs a hunch cooler than when you left home today; yet, the breeze feels pleasant caressing your skin. The end of August is still warm, still fairly far from fall; you regard summer nights as the best part of the season.
Sighing, you come to a halt in the middle of the pavement, studying the alley. You ponder until you remember a bus not too far from here; you need to turn left, right? Should be there. You have never been around here before, so youâre not entirely sure.
But youâll just go with your first instinct for now. Keep walking until you detect any kind of a promising sign. You hold onto your roomy bag as you pass the rare people still around.
Some of them are faces you recognise from the party; some are strangers. One couple you spoke to just earlier even lifts a thumbs up for you, praising you for the exceptional organisation. They make you feel at ease until the road quietens.
And the place stays serene and silent until you hear the clearing of somebodyâs throat. Itâs not near; yet not far. Your eyes scan the area, not for long when they recognise a figure sitting on the opposite side of the narrow street.
Itâs a man, clutching a heavy object with careful hands. A camera, you know it immediately. Heâs hunting through the pictures he took, face slightly lit by the screen. Jutting lower lip, slowly blinking eyes.
Simple attire â dark jeans, a white shirt, and a blazer on top that hides the wide shoulders.
Constantly and undeniably handsome, albeit always grim due to the lack of a smile.
You squint to confirm itâs him youâre seeing; but when he smacks his lips in the dark of the night, nibbling at the shiny lip rings, you know youâre right. This is a habit youâve never seen on anybody this persistently as on Jeon Jungkook.
And the one and only Jeon Jungkook must be feeling your eyes on him, because only a second later, he lifts his gaze. Instinctively, you wave a little, but Jungkook isnât on board with your hospitality. He rolls his eyes; you donât take it to heart, though. Youâre used to this.
As he starts stuffing the camera back into his bag, you waddle over, crossing the street. Upon reaching him, you ask, âGot some good pictures tonight?â
âIâd guess so.â
His voice is as nonchalant as always, his shoulders relaxed, uncaring. To your vampire-novel-reading middle school self, he wouldâve been the coolest and most mysterious riddle, waiting to be cracked. But you know how he feels about you, and that makes the situation just a little less intriguing.
Yet, you never stopped approaching him, because aside from conversations like these, you know heâs just human, too. He smiles at events whenever he gets the chance, content with the moments he captures; he likes what he does.
Photography has always been his thing; or thatâs what you gathered, at least. You see the same sparkle in his eyes that you feel in yours when you work; the same joy when he fumbles with his camera, always checking, presumably changing the settings, testing it out.
You lean in a little, wondering, âCan I see?â
âUhmâŠâ He hesitates, lifting the strap of the camera bag higher up his shoulder. âDo you have to?â
âIf I may. I brought you here, remember?â
Of course. Itâs always you; youâre the one to organise this, and youâve seen his pieces and albums before. He might not hang around you too much, always the first to tell you he has somewhere else to be, but you know heâs good. You trust him in this regard.
âYou say that every time,â he argues, a tattooed hand settling on his bag, clearly reluctant.
So you click your tongue, waving your suggestion off. You try to sound as lively as ever, but your voice is more earnest as you say, âOkay, itâs fine. Donât show me the pictures, but come on. Be a bit nice at least.
âAlright. What else? Do you need something?â
You sigh in defeat. âNo. I was just going home.â
âYou should go home. Itâs pretty late.â
âArenât you going, too?â
âI am,â he responds, his voice going up at the end. âI just wanted a bit of peace before leaving.â
âPeace,â you repeat, as if trying out the word. âYou canât get it at home?â
Jungkook doesnât answer this time. Instead, he only shifts his stare from you to the empty road ahead, exhaling a dramatically long breath before he gets into motion. You immediately react, by his side until he asks, âAre you following me?â
âHuh? Did you forget that I was literally heading this way?â Heâs distracted, looking for the street signs, and you laugh at his own confusion. âDo you even know where youâre going?â
âI guess so.â
Okay, at least heâs honest, not giving himself airs. You want to see what his inner compass suggests, but then somewhat shun the thought of walking further into unknown terrain.
So you question, âYou taking the bus?â
âNope. Subway.â
âAh. That should be this way, then,â you nod towards the direction youâre approaching, âI know the bus is, because thatâs where I need to go.â
ââŠAre you sure?â
âYep.â
Thatâs it. He doesnât respond much; only lets out the millionth sigh, following you with something you might nearly call trust. He doesnât attempt small talk or any other kind of interaction, so you let him sink into his thoughts.
But a beat of silence later, you still ask politely, âHow did you like the party?â
âUhhh, it was okay.â For the first time in minutes, he looks at you. âThe people were weird, donât you think? But I got some good shots in.â
âHmm⊠okay. I didnât notice anything weird about the people.â You shrug your shoulders. âTalking about shots⊠did you drink a little?â
He whines your name as the question is a tale as old as time, complaining, âEvery single time? Why is this so important to youâŠâ He waits, shakes his head. âNo, I didnât. Seems you did, though.â
âA little,â you say, bringing your forefinger and thumb together, indicating a tiny space. âBut Iâm all sober and well.â Another brief pause. âAre you okay, too?â
He licks his lower lip, dimples appearing that donât ever need a smile to emerge. Then, he throws back, âWhy shouldnât I be?â
âDunno. You always look so bored at parties. And you always go home alone.â
You donât know if the following laugh is sarcastic or not, but you soon discover the very answer when he lifts a finger and counts, âFirst off, how would you know?â Another finger added to the mix. âSecondly, Iâm not bored. Iâm just focused. And I donât know anybody there.â
His hand drops again, working on his bagâs strap again. Pushing it over his shoulder. He adds, âItâs a bit different for me than for you because theyâre literally your clients and you know them at least a little.â
âI mean⊠you know me.â
âYeah, but youâreâŠâ He regards you from head to toe, not the softest of expressions, and you pout. You donât ever take him seriously, but he can be hurtful sometimes. âI just donât think weâd be good conversation partners.â
âWeird,â you challenge, âbecause youâre conversing with me right now, no problem. Itâs also not my fault you always argue with me at every event.â
âI donât. You approach me.â
âYou do.â You lean your face closer to his, not making it very far when his palm pushes your cheek, and you, away from him. âUgh. Okay. Seriously, though â why do you always leave alone?â
He exhales in defeat. Seems that Jeon Jungkook is too tired to take your idiocy tonight. You understand, but youâre just trying to figure out how to convince him that youâre normal, too. That he just dislikes you because youâre different from him, and nothing else.
âHeyâŠâ he utters, out of energy.
âI mean it,â you still declare, âthere are so many sweet and nice girls around. They ask about you sometimes, you know? Iâve also met many men on such paââ
âThatâs great,â he interrupts, a palm stopping you from spilling more info, âbut⊠I donât think Iâm interested.â
âOh.â The syllable is short, cut, harmless. That is, until it clicks in your brain, and your eyes widen, lips parting as you turn to him in shock, stating, âOh, wait. Do you⊠play for the other team?â
Jungkook blinks at you. Then lowers his gaze, turning it a couple shades darker, staring at you from under his eyelids. He looks annoyed when he spits, âNo, Iâm not gay. And even if I was, itâd be none of your business.â
Shit.
Okay, you were sure about your assumption, but now that it turned out wrong, this sounds pretty shitty. And annoying. And awkward.
âSorry,â you apologise, and he gives you a taunting head tilt. âOkay⊠different topic then? Tell me, what do you think of this dress?â You lift the hem a little, smiling; you were convinced the moment you first saw it. âDo you think I look pretty today?â
For a second, he joins; his initial gaze is still cynical, but his voice is appealing, a whisper when he leans in and asks, âWhy? Do you want to be the one I go home with?â
Ah⊠why do the words, the way he speaks them, tickle you just right? Youâre flabbergasted, seeing your reaction on the bare skin of your arms, but all he does is back away again and once again, shake his head.
You want to retort something snarky back, but you donât get to it when he inquires a moment later again, âAre you sure weâre going the right way?â
Right⊠you need to go home. You forgot.
âUh⊠yeah.â You look around, finally detecting a sign, picturing a bus and a number. âThereâs the bus, so the subway should beâŠâ You stop; hum; then see two women waiting at the bus stop. âShould we ask someone?â
âSure.â
With a nod, you separate from him, walking towards the bus station bench theyâre sitting on, hands folded, conversing quietly. Theyâre surprised when they see a figure advance, but relax when they catch your smile.
You ask the questions floating in your brain, trying to explain where you live, what you need. They attempt an answer, gesture around, and barely a minute later, youâre thanking them and leaving again.
Jungkook stands there in anticipation, waiting for you to deliver good news â yet confused when you return with slumped shoulders instead of an enthusiastic, âWe were right! Come!â
Okay, there arenât too many reasons for Jungkook to dislike you; you want to say this much. But when you see him understand that this is going nowhere, you do get his frustration.
Especially as you kiss your lips, staring at him like a lost bunny, and explain, âSo⊠the subway isnât here.â Big eyes meet yours. âIâm not sure where it is, and they,â your thumb points to the girls behind you, âcouldnât help because theyâre tourists.â
âAh. Great,â he says, delivering a falsely cheerful smile. Hands thrown into the air. âSo weâre stranded and should definitely not be here. What about the bus? Where does it go?â
âUhmâŠâ You scratch your head. âNot where I need to go. Itâs a different one. But!â Immediately, your voice rises, trying to approach this with hope. Itâs not the end of the world, after all! âDonât worry! Weâll get home either way.â
âJust a lot later than necessary.â
âBut nothingâs lost yet. Donât you trust me?â
And â much as you thought â Jungkook only ogles back in silence, blinking once again before he walks away with a curse on his lips.
1:25AM, Her
You catch up to him fast.
âItâs not that big of a deal, I promise!â you vow, but you reckon it only makes matters worse.
Because he breathes air through his nose, like a bull, arguing, âIâm tired, though. This is wasting so much of my time. You always do.â
You stop in your tracks. He doesnât. You sulk, âThat was mean.â
âAnd youâre idiotic.â
âWell⊠shit.â
This time you tilt your head, grinding your teeth; less out of anger, more out of embarrassment. You donât respond much else, and he doesnât throw another insult. Instead, he opens the bag again with the velcroâs ripping sound, heaving out his SLR.Â
You peek over his shoulder, confused about the timing to indulge in a passion, and ask, âWhat are you doing with that?â
âLooking through them,â he mutters, thumb working on the switching button, âmaybe I took a picture when I came here. A sign where to find the subway.â
His reasoning elicits a sudden laugh out of you, probably unfounded to him, but very amusing to you. He throws a bewildered and somewhat warning look, and you immediately silence; still holding yourself back when he turns away again.
You wait, listen to the quiet of the night. He doesnât seem to find any success, and the more time passes, the funnier you find his mind. Eventually, you step next to him and give up, telling him, âHey.â Don't be so tetchy. I'm not that bad.â
Jungkook side-eyes you, tapping the screen of the heavy Sony A9 Alpha. Inhaling the pleasant late summer air, he defends, âI'm never tetchy! But you got us lost.â
âSo? Youâre being dramatic. There's still Google Maps.â
Thatâs it. This look of his.
Jungkook mustâve gotten stuck in a decade youâve long left, because he stares at you dumbfounded, camera still firmly in his hands. He tongues his cheek, blinks.
And then, you mock, âGuess Iâm not the only idiot here, right?â
His next breath is deep, and he soon averts your eyes again. You dig, âWhat? If anything, then low battery might be your only excuse, you know?â
He doesnât look at you, and you break into a grin again. Shake your head. Then fish out your phone at last, ready to type in the goal, or at least, to search the nearest subway and bus that fit your demands.
Hmmm, okay. If you need to go where you think you need to go, then the subway will really be in immediate distance to the bus. So youâll be heading in the same direction anyway.
You open your mouth to ask for his address, prepared to type it in â but as you look at him again, you detect a deeply focused Jungkook, pursing his lips at his camera and regarding it with glitter in his eyes. You see it even from here, the sparkle.
Maybe heâs waiting for you to deliver a conclusion, because you catch him moving through older pictures in the meantime. From here, you only see glimpses. Of forests and roads, and then of waterfalls. Even some of him and his friends.
He doesnât notice it, but his eyebrows are much more relaxed now, expression not quite as steely anymore; and his lips even twitch for a tiny second, tempted to smile. As if he forgot where heâs currently standing.
You let your arms sink, both hands holding your phone, and just gaze for a while. Then move your eyes to the side. To the sky. Remember places youâve seen and loved in this town. Still hear his harsh tone echoing in your ears.
In hindsight, you really donât think you've ever personally hurt or offended him. He mightâve been annoyed by something else. Perhaps he was dealing with something that he never dared to speak about; or perhaps, his perception of optimism is warped, because he clearly doesnât wade through life with it.
Youâd like to see his real self, though. The real self, because your gut feeling whispers to you that this isnât him. Maybe thereâs a kind and kindred soul hidden somewhere; maybe his smile proves far more intriguing to you than these mysterious moods of his. Once it appears, that is.
ButâŠ
Heâll probably say no. Your idea isnât dumb, youâre certain, but he very likely will not go with it. But you want to try. Want to show him that youâre not as bad, that he can trust you; want to know what burdens him; or why he talks to you like this.
You might be the only one to wish for more time with somebody who wants to avoid you like the plague.
YetâŠ
You donât want this to end just yet.Â
So you drop a suggestion that surprise even youâ
ââŠYou know what? Letâs try something fun tonight.â
âExcuse me?â
He voices it with his attention only half on you, not quite taking you seriously; so you swallow to dampen your throat and speak firmer, suggesting, âYou need to trust me on this, though.â
This time, he does look at you. Works on stuffing his camera back into his bag, opening his mouth to retort something, but you stop him with a shushing finger that he doesnât look too happy about.
âHold on, okay?â you exclaim. âListen. Are you busy tomorrow?â
âUh⊠not until the afternoon.â
âSo you can sleep in.â
âI guess.â
You clap once, loudly and dramatically, watching the man in front of you flinch. You canât say if heâs irritated, shocked or terrified of you. But he looks hilarious like this, blinking, scowling as his fingers clutch his bag tighter.
âWhat is it?â he asks as if youâve lost your mind.
âLook. Letâs not leave yet. Fuck Google Maps,â you suggest, and his eyes grow wider by the second, baffled, as if youâre caging him. âLet me show you pretty places until the sun comes up, and if you still hate me by then, I will never talk to you again. Isnât this tempting?â
In your head, it is. Not for yourself, but for him. In your mind, he thinks of you as a constant nuisance that stands in his way, hopping around like an overhyped puppy.
Or not. Maybe he has a dog at home; maybe he regards you as worse than cute puppies.
Whatever.
You look at him expectantly, like your persisting stare could help him land a decision. Instead, however, he grimaces, his voice higher when he asks, âWhat even are you saââ
No, you wonât give up yet; even if the recurring interruptions make him tear his hair out. You click your tongue and then argue, âCome on! Give it a try.â
Hesitation. Or rather, a question wondering if youâre crazy. Clear rejection. Are you losing?
âWeâd be together, so nothing to fear,â you try further, âand how much time is there till sunrise?â You glance at your watch. âItâs barely half past one. The sun comes up in less than five hours. And like, I know it sounds like a lot, but if you give me some time, Iâll give you reasons to smile.â
He keeps looking at you in this questioning, are-you-fully-mad-manner, but youâre absolutely serious and you need him to know. You bat your eyelashes a little, offering your best laugh, and add, âLike this? If you really want to hate me after that, then okay. If not, then⊠maybe we could go get coffee someday.â
Youâve spoken enough. He raises a hand, quieting you down, and then finally says it.
âYou must be crazy.â
âI am,â you confirm.
âYou think Iâd do this, huh?â
ââŠMaaaybe?â
âNo.â
Jungkookâs answer is stone cold and direct, and it shuts you up with a near-wince. Thereâs a faint line between his thick eyebrows, lips pressed together; he looks dangerous and very, very mean.
So you donât say much for another minute, following when he walks away. You side-eye him, notice him type his destination into his phone. Surrendering, you trudge the path he chooses, soon detecting signs leading to the subway.
He canât say anything to your presence by his side. Even if his answer remains a steadfast, boring no, youâll have to go in this direction anyway.
More than halfway through, you venture into a conversation again, âHave you ever tried anything like this before?â
âWhat? The nonsense you suggested?â he asks, and you nod, catching up with his long legs, slightly slower with your heels. âNo. I donât think I need to.â
âYouâre so⊠donât you ever try anything new?â
âI mean, is this your definition of something new?â He gestures at your surroundings haphazardly. âGoing through town in the middle of the night instead of getting some decent sleep?â
You shrug your shoulders, defending, âItâs not like I do it every day. And nothing one can do every day anyway. That's why I want you to try it.â Your voice is soft, friendly. âBut you donât have to.â
He doesnât answer; only comes to a halt when a bus stop nears, peeking up to the sign with the number before he asks, âThat yours?â You hum in confirmation. âOkay. Will you get home well? Itâs late.â
âYeah, of course,â you pout, kicking off a tiny stone with your shoe, âdone it a few times.â
He stalls. You donât know why, but youâre sure he does. You notice it in his slow movements, the brief pause, the way he looks to the subway he needs to approach and then back to you. You smile when his eyes linger on you for a moment too long, and then he tilts his head, sighs.
âAlright. Then⊠good night.â
And thatâs it.
You tell him to sleep well in return, earning a tiny nod, and then heâs leaving you stranded, walking away. Your eyes stay on him until heâs out of sight, down the escalator to the subway and far, far away from the fun idea you conjured.
You mimic his sigh. Take the two or three steps to the bench under the bus stop; and then you wait.
At this time, public transport operates irregularly, so youâre not surprised when youâre still there minutes later. For a while, you remain alone â that is, until a stranger tumbles to you, swaying before he takes a seat on the other edge of the bench.
You donât look at him; donât want his attention on you. But to your discomfort, he garbles just a second later, âThis the bus toâŠâ
He gets a hiccup, pointing to the bus sign, and then mumbles the name of the station he needs to reach. You donât understand, however, so you prod, âWhat?â
Slower now yet similarly slurred, he repeats his question, but this time, you understand and nod your head yes. He overshares, âItâs just that Iâm drunk, so I need to be sure. Sorry for interrupting.â
Suddenly, you feel kind of sorry for him. Your shoulders relax; you observe him letting his arms dangle between his legs, sniffling, incredibly exhausted, it seems. What did the fella experience tonight?
You respond, âItâs okay. Itâs really late. Get home well.â
âThanks. Youâre very nice.â
The same finger previously signalling to the sign now points at you; but he doesnât touch you. In fact, his digits are still a good distance away, already falling when you feel a hand on your elbow out of the blue; you nearly react on intuition, getting into position to break somebodyâs nose.
But when your eyes meet the other manâs, you recognise him as the same figure standing tall that abandoned you a couple minutes ago. His hand is still grasping the camera bag strap, and he looks calm, confident when he speaksâ
âAll good? Sorry, I left for too long, right? Letâs go.â
Your voice changes, a chuckle hidden in it when you blurt, âWhat?â
âYou wanted to take a walk.â
And just like that, the snicker dies again. Is he being serious? It seems so; itâs the whole package, even. The nod towards an entirely different direction and the sudden fingers around your wrist, pulling you away.
âUhmâŠâ you start, feet moving automatically. You turn to the guy drowning in inebriation, leaving a last, âGood luck!â as you wave, smile. Then, to Jungkook, âI thought you went away. Did you want to do this after all?â
Youâre cocking an eyebrow, but much at the back of Jungkookâs head, so he doesnât see. But it seems he hears the tease in your voice, because half-annoyed, half-argumentative, he explains, âNo. Just wanted to be a gentleman. I was going to leave the moment you got on the bus.â
Ah. So he was waiting, hiding somewhere? But you donât mention it; itâd probably just rile him up more.
Yet, you challenge, âYouâre lying. You were concerned and you thought my idea was fun after all.â
âWhatever you say,â he says, waving the white flag, probably just to shut you up, âdonât know if I can do this until sunrise, but I can walk with you for a bit. Get you closer to home. And I swear!â
Now he turns, shooting a stare at you over his shoulders, lightning bolts in the middle of his pupils, âIf youâre lying and thereâs literally nothing special on our way, Iâm actually never talking to you again.â
Nothing easier than that.
âDeal!â
âCool,â he so nonchalantly remarks, finally letting go of your arm, âwhich way are you heading then?â
âNorth-east.â
âGood. Works for me.â
The sun is nowhere near up yet; of course not. Itâs 1:37AM. Around four and a half hours.
Youâre hopeful. In your head, you imagine an uplifted demeanour in no time; try to guess what his smile might look like. A genuine one. Maybe sweet? Maybe cocky? Youâll find out. You will.
So you straighten your stance, clear your throat, sigh a content breath, and step into the night with the courage the stars lend you.
2:13AM, Her
The first almost forty minutes of your night pass leisurely.
Jungkookâs initial sighs cease soon as you advance into the town, walking down a busy main street. You guess the bustling area, the sounds of the traffic and the lights of the flashing cars relieve him somehow. Give him an excuse to not talk to you.
But as the occupied road ends and you reach and pass a crowded square, youâre back in calm and serene alleys. Some people are still wandering around, passing closed shops, much like you.
You attempt conversation every now and then, and Jungkook, having eventually realised that he needs to cooperate with you â he agreed to your idea after all â isnât as mad anymore.
At some point, he breathes in the late summer breeze, and your head swerves into his direction immediately â maybe the magic of the night has finally reached his core, too. Perhaps heâs appreciating the journey you set out to embark on.
You, for one, cherish the quiet; you know at least this much. The alley must be part of the older corner of the town because the lampposts seem Victorian. Theyâre fancy, bent at the top, the light a comforting golden.
You do admire the beauty in the dead of night, you do â but the weirdly bruising feeling on your skin becomes uncomfortably apparent the more you walk. Your heels and the Achilles tendons ache, the ball of your feet sensitive to each step.
For a while, you hide the stupid pain successfully, not wanting the night to end; and you do love the heels. Feel just the way those old romcomâs protagonists probably felt, strutting through town with a man whose life theyâd change.
But as an involuntary groan slips out of you, Jungkookâs view changes from the old buildings to your struggling self. His eyes settle on your contorted expression before they move further down to your sudden limp.
He asks, âYou good?â
âYeah, yeah! Just been walking for a while, is all.â
âHmm,â he hums, regarding your heels with a suspicious look. âDo they hurt?â
âNah. Iâm used to them.â
ââŠOookay.â
He drags the word, as if in disbelief; and you canât lie your way through the minutes when the ache worsens, the suddenly paved path too much of a chore. You nearly trip when your heel gets caught between the stones.
Jungkook immediately reacts when you hiss; youâre nowhere near actually falling, but his arms still reflexively jolt, the camera bag swaying and hitting your hand when he catches your shoulders.
âOkay, seriously,â he spits, eyes wide, âthatâs enough. You canât walk in these.â
âI can!â
âNot!â He takes a look around, inspecting the place; itâs quiet here, not too many cars driving by at all. So he points to the edge of the pedestrian zone, instructing, âSit down there. Letâs see.â
See what?
You blink, but oblige. His pointing finger is dominant, and his eyes urging; you flatten your dress, taking a seat at the edge. The road isnât high, so itâs a little uncomfortable; but youâre pleasantly surprised when he appears in front of you, crouching.
Very, very baffled when he requests, âCan you take them off?â
âSure,â you say, unbuckling the straps around your ankles before removing the shoes. You sigh; you must admit, it does feel great. âIâm honestly okay, though.â
Jungkook doesnât respond, ignores your statement; instead, asks, âMay I?â
You donât understand what he means until his hands come to a float right over your toes; he wants to check for bruises, doesnât he? You nod curtly; something about this warms your chest. You donât think youâve ever seen this side of him before.
Not that you ever had the chance to.
He doesnât really hate you, does he?
Carefully, his fingers reach for your ankle. The touch is warm and pleasant; doesnât hurt until he moves his thumbs to your heel. Your feet are overworked; you notice. But rather than the annoying pain, you canât help but focus on your view.
The big, round nose, hiding the plump, parted lips. His eyes look hooded from here, strands of his hair covering them. Intrusive thoughts plead for your fingers to card through the dark mane; it looks soft, pretty.
And the gentleness he handles your skin with fills you with fondness; you like being cared for.
Even when he shakes his head; pulling you out of your daydream. You take a breath, and then inquire, âYou donât have a problem with touching feet?â
He shrugs his shoulders. âItâs just feet. Besides,â he stops for a second, detecting something at the back of your foot, shaking his head, âMom used to work as a nurse. Tough job. I massaged hers sometimes.â
Ah⊠a loving son, a family person. You smile.
âAnd I thought you have a foot kink,â you tease.
âShut up.â
âFound anything?â
âYeah actually. Do you know how wounded your skin is here? Were you wearing new shoes?â
You gulp with a thin-lipped smile, wondering if heâll kill you now if you tell him. You look to some random spot on your right before you admit, âYes.â
âGod, youâŠâ He clicks his tongue. Puts your foot on the ground cautiously, reaching for his bag. He rummages through it until he pulls out a bandage, holding it in front of you. âYouâre lucky.â
You chuckle, relieved and flattered. âI guess I am.â
He puffs out a laugh, but stops it right away, calling your name under his breath before he says, âGod, youâre crazy. Be careful. And admit it when youâre hurt. Why didnât you?â
Well⊠you didnât want the night to endâ
âIâŠâ
You hesitate.
He works on your other foot just the same, a tender thumb running over your ankle, probably used to the soothing touch. It distracts you. And when he stops and you donât answer, he puts his arm on his angled leg, staring up at you in anticipation.
âYes?â he prods.
âI didnât say anything because I didnât think youâd care.â Nonchalantly yet pouting, you nibble at your lower lip. âAnd if Iâd told you theyâre hurting, you mightâve suggested ending the night.â
He cocks an eyebrow as if agreeing to the most self-explanatory statement ever, nodding as he confirms, âDamn right I wouldâve. We should end the night right now if you canât walk. Not in these, at least.â
Your chest is hot, your stomach twisting a little. Jungkook really does bother; if not due to a connection he shares with you, then simply because he cares for people. Never, you have never experienced him like this before.
With a tilt of your head and a batting of your eyelashes, you suggest, âAnd if I was barefoot?â
Which he reacts to with a roll of his eyes. âThe night isnât that warm. Donât do this to yourself. The groundâs dirty, too.â
You take a look at the dark grey pavement upon his argument, much as if the night could allow you to detect any of the dirt he speaks of. Once more, you hum, pretending to contemplate what to do; and when you pick up your heels, suggesting to follow your idea either way, the back of his hand gives your knee the lightest of hits.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks.
âWatch.â
He does. Watches you place your spacious, black bag on your lap, opening the zip. Observes as your hand dips in, pulling out one pair of sneakers and replacing them with your treacherous heels. He keeps ogling when you put them on, mouth widening bit by bit.
He doesnât speak until youâre done, socks picked out of the shoes, pulled over your feet, laces tied. You keep smiling, content with the moment, only dropping the grin when you see his puzzled expression.
âWhat?â you question.
âYou had them with you and⊠Why didnât you say so sooner?â
Your answer comes without hesitation; whatever timidity he elicited a moment ago slowly fades again. You clear your throat, back to who you are, and dauntlessly admit, âIt was sweet. How you took care of me, I mean. I didnât think you ever would.â
âBut you couldâve at least worn them sooner and avoided the hurt?!â
âWell, it didnât hurt thenâŠâ
âYouâreâŠâ
Jungkook uprights himself, towering above you. You put a flat palm onto the pavement, wanting to heave yourself up, but soon see a hand in front of your face. Heâs offering it; and youâre quick to take it.
Warm and soft; gentle.
As he pulls you up, you land closer to his body than calculated; his face isnât too far from yours⊠much nearer than it has ever been. He leans back; looks to the side; blinks. Clears his throat. Lets go off your hand way too late.
The breath you held escapes in a sudden blow. You swallow.
And when youâve processed the strange moment, you feel the change in your stance. Youâre standing taller now; your feet feel heavenly in your Nikes. Dusting off the front of your dress and your ass, you wait for him to say something.
But he keeps standing there on the road, in the middle of a parking space, hands on his hips. Heâs judging you; you understand. Your mindset isnât for everybody. You might seem crazy, alright.
Yet, he doesnât scold you again. The up and down of his irked voice doesnât appear this time when he speaks again; instead, his chin nods towards your legs, and he questions, âSo you just carry around shoes with you?â
âI need to,â you say, matter-of-factly, âI canât ride the motorcycle in heels. And!â Jungkookâs mouth opens, but youâre quick to explain. âBefore you ask. No, I didnât hide my bike anywhere. It needs some fixing, so my co-worker took it because he knows someone whoâll do it. And because he owes me a favour.â
âRight⊠how unfortunate.â He pauses; runs his tatted digits through the hair you longed to touch minutes ago. They look so silky, it makes you sick. His eyes settle on you, intrigued before he adds, âSo, you have a bike, huh?â
âYeah⊠why?â
âNo reason. I do, too.â
âMmmh,â you voice, nodding to the road ahead to suggest moving. He follows, trudging next to you again. âYou didnât use it today?â
âNoâŠâ He pats the camera bag. âDidnât want to harm my equipment.â
You hum approvingly, fingers entangling in front of your body. You inch closer to his arm, nudging his shoulder with yours before you flash a sugary smile and say, âThank you. For caring even a little, you know? Even if youâre always like that, itâs nice to see you like this for once.â
âIâm usually like this,â is what he, however, merely answers, accompanied by air quotes.
But you know youâve gotten through to him at least a little. Melted bits of the frozen parts of his heart that feel so vexed by you on other nights. In truth, you think, thereâs nothing but a delicate organ pumping behind his ribcage.
Heâs not a robot; Jeon Jungkook is undeniably humane. If anything, then more than most people you have ever met.
And it shows when he looks away, barely able to hide his smile. You see it even from here â that the gesture does something to his eyes. Nearly squints them shut, makes them smaller, more joyful.
You inhale, proud of yourself. Watch as he toys with his lip rings before he asks eventually, âWhat do you mean owing you a favour, by the way?â
He sounds almost offended. You think heâll ask about that favour, reprimand you for giving away your bike tonight of all nights. Tell you off for dragging him here, doing something big enough to entrust an entire motorcycle to somebody.
But instead, he continues with a question you never foresaw, âAre you in a quarrel with them? Am I not your arch-enemy?â
You burst into laughter immediately, covering your mouth as the other palm touches his arm. Thereâs a bulging bicep under his blazer, but youâll focus on that later.
Right now, youâre fairly occupied by the satisfied eyes; he doesnât really expect an answer. He wanted to make you laugh⊠Why does that set something loose in your brain?
âOh⊠are you jealous? What if I told you itâs somebody else who occupies my mind at night and not you?â you wonder, wiggling your eyebrows.
âDonât do this to me. Iâll find your co-worker and fight them for your enemyship. Word of honour.â
âItâs enmity. And stop flirting with me,â you tell him, moving towards him again, shoulder hitting shoulder. âOr is it something else with arch-enemies?â
This time, he doesnât veil his grin. Itâs bright, pretty, reminiscent of the light shed on you underneath the lampposts. And his pupils; whenever you see them clearly enough, you recognise the sky in them. Borrowed stars inside.
You shake your head a second later, winding down from your fit of laughter, and tell him, âYouâre not my arch-enemy. Arch-enemies donât exist, and you know you arenât one. You justâŠâ You stall, your voice quieter now. âYou just regard me as one.â
He throws you an indecipherable look. Hints of joking, shreds of seriousness, you think. His gaze drifts back to the path again, regarding a passing group of three friends briefly. His hands slide into the pockets of his jacket, and he sniffles once before he uttersâ
âNo, I don't.â
Ah. Ah.
Why do your eyebrows relax the way they do? And your shoulders; already in ease, yet they seem to fall in relief. You peer at him wordlessly; he doesnât demand an answer, fully aware youâre looking at him.
And you donât ask what youâve been to him ever since he saw you at the first party probably a year ago; what irked him, what delighted him. If he thought about you at all.
Instead, you look at the neon words in the next street, asking, âAre you hungry?â
2:19AM, Him
Youâre irritating to the core.
You always have been. But heâd be lying if he didnât admit you amused him a little. No matter how much youâve been wasting his time, you allowed a smile in this ill-lit night. Nobody else at the party did â so in some sense, youâve already won, and somehow, heâs even grateful.
Grateful that youâre optimistic about the world at least. Glad that you suggested fetching food. Endeared by the way you thanked him for his care. Surprised that you ride a motorcycle! Relieved that you have good humour.
Even though his own humour and smile dissipate after you enter one of the few open stores still providing late night snacks. The girl behind the counter looks tired, but straightens a little when the two of you flash a polite smile.
She greets with a sweet, âHi!â but Jungkook sees the lethargy in her drooping eyes immediately. Poor girl.
But youâre as enthusiastic as ever; maybe a little more now, maybe observing the same as him. You put your hands on the counter like a child â the image is somewhat cute. But what comes out of your mouth is not.
âUhm⊠Could I have a portion of cheese tteokbokki, please? And then⊠A half and half corndog for my husband.â
Your⊠what now?
Excuse me?
Jungkook throws an immediate and scorching look your way, utterly surprised. When you meet his eyes, his thick eyebrows are closer than anybodyâs ever seen. He huffs your suggestion away, and then corrects, âIâm not her husband. And Iâll take the chicken wrap.â
You chuckle, leaning into him, shielding your mouth with a hand as you warn, âTheyâre not usually very good at this store. Trust me.â
âI know what Iâm doing.â
Right. He does. After the disaster of finding the damn bus and the deception caused by your shoes, he wonât trust you very easily anymore. His opinion clearly differs from yours, so heâll bank on his gut feeling.
Satisfied when you shrug, as if to indicate, âIf you say so,â he walks over to the window seats with you in tow, looking out to the peaceful streets. Once seated, he turns towards you, peering until you notice and ask far too purely, âWhat?â
âNot even your boyfriend, no⊠Jumped straight to making me your husband, huh?â
The lift of your shoulders brushes his concerns aside; your eyes are incredibly innocent and even somehow playful when you say, âI thought itâd be fun.â
âWas it really?â
âWell, your reaction was funny, at least.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes in disbelief. Youâre courageous, he must admit. Social anxiety must fear you â is that how you live life? Unabashed, spirited, not a sheer care for anything that wonât actually hurt you.
He doesnât know if youâre insane or if heâs jealous.
But he still reiterates, âYouâre crazy. And it was embarrassing.â
âI mean,â you say, moving on your chair, folding your fingers on top of the counter but still looking at him, âit was embarrassing because you made it. Itâs honestly whatever.â You blow a raspberry, and then take a swing again, âWhy is it awkward anyway? Weâll never be here together again.â
He whispers a hushed, âThankfully,â and you tap the counter with a click of your tongue. He gets it; you live differently. Thatâs fine. As long as you donât pull him into your mischief, itâs fine.
Right?
Heâs right, isnât he? He knows that in his personal opinion he is; yet, he canât help but feel that sting, suddenly deeming himself as boring. Youâre never bored, are you?
AnywayâŠ
âEven if you do something like this again,â he tells you, âat least tell me.â
âI mean, that would kinda prevent your genuine reactions from happening, but⊠if it makes you happy.â You grin at him, and he scoffs; wants to say something before the girl calls for you. âFood is ready.â
A couple seconds later, the two of you have settled back into place; at the sight of the snack, Jungkook salivates. He didnât realise how hungry he actually was. The buzz and fuzz of a party makes one forget such an essential thing fast.
Or maybe, he was just immersed in his work.
The chicken smells good, at least. Or are these your tteokbokki? He canât quite discern the scent right now; his mind is fogged by his appetite. Silently, he unwraps his food, swallowing before he digs into the wrap.
So far, so good⊠seems edible. He keeps chewing; swallows some more. But as the taste starts to sink in and he realises the sogginess of the wrap, the lack of proper sauces and the dryness as well as the blandness of the chickenâŠ
He pauses. Where⊠are the flavours?
Slowing down, he glances at his meal. Inspects it as if heâs holding an entirely new recipe in his hands. A look of realisation creeps upon his face, unaware of your gaze, and he soon hears an amused snicker from the side.
You donât say much when your eyes align. Only, âAnd?â
He knows heâs already lost when his expression changes, cringing; when he canât answer right away, only gaping at you in confusion. Still thinking about where this recipe went wrong.
He answers, âItâs fineâŠâ
But you catch his obvious lie; he sees it in the way you smile so devilishly. Cocking an eyebrow, enjoying another bite of your snack without ever averting your eyes. Then, you put the tiny wooden fork back into the dish, propping your cheek on your fist.
You wait; he doesnât know what for. For him to eat again? Maybe; because you soon ask, âDo you want something else?â
âNah.â His answer is instant this time. âI can do this. Iâm an omnivore.â
âAh, yeah. An omnivore friend right here.â You laugh, curious when he takes another bite. And then, âJungkook, itâs okay to admitâŠâ
But he wonât listen. Only makes a disapproving sound, stuffing his mouth with another horrendous bite. Shit; he canât confess that you were right. That you were actually right this time.
Suddenly, heâs craving a cup of ramyeon.
But he should keep eating. Wash it down with his drink, empty the soda. And heâs almost halfway through when he notices a movement from your direction, like youâre playing with your food.
Only, he realises that you are not; rather separating the tteokbokki in two halves before shoving the porcelain dish towards him. He shakes his head, but you persist, âTake it, man.â
It does look goodâŠ
But⊠are you going to use the satisfaction his defeat may give you? Probably. But fuck⊠Fuck it.
Reluctantly, he lets the wrap fall onto the small plate, gulping down the remainder of what he just bit off, and then, accepts your generosity with a nod. And⊠whether itâs because of the disappointment the wrap brought or the late hungerâŠ
Jungkook thinks heâs levitating above clouds, floating towards the sun.
Itâs good. Very damn good.
And when you ask again this time, âShould we get another?â his nod comes promptly, chest risen in satisfaction as he states, âThatâd be great.â
âAlright. Be right back.â
âNah,â he says, lifting an arm as if to protect you. Mid-action, you halt, sliding back up onto your seat. âStay here. Iâll get it⊠All good.â
So he does; enjoys the look of surprise when his other hand even carries dessert, four pieces of matcha mochi ice cream. He says, âThis is for you.â
You gasp. He canât deny that itâs sweet â the elation, the big eyes, the palms coming together in delight. How you look between the food and him, suddenly wiggling your feet.
âYou seem to like it,â he notes, and you nod feverishly, telling him that, âYes! Been craving it since we came in. Thank you!â
âOh. You shouldâve told me earlier! We couldâve gotten it. No worries.â
âItâs okay. I wanted to see if my dessert stomach still allowed anything. Didnât disappoint me today.â
Jungkook gets to his own tteokbokki, halving it in the middle the way you did, pushing it towards you. Itâs weird to think about it like this, but â considering how long the two of you have known each other, you might almost look like⊠friends.
And you donât feel quite like an enemy either. Youâre even⊠kind of nice. Friendly; harmless.
âIâm glad,â Jungkook responds, only looking towards the entrance when another group of three friends, two girls, a guy, enter. Then back to you, âSorry. You were right. This,â he points to the poor, sad wrap, âwas shit.â
âSee? My first instinct almost never lies. And I know this store from other places⊠the wraps are never good.â
âSure, but⊠your first instinct isnât always right, though, is it? You did get us lost, so it was wrong at least once.â
âHm⊠was it, though?â
Jungkook regards you in confusion as you put another piece on your tongue, working on the chewy thing as he asks, âWhat do you mean? We had no clue where we wââ
âYeah, I mean. I agree. But⊠I donât think it was that wrong. Becauseââ
You lick your lips clean off the tteokbokki sauce, smacking them. You look child-like, but pretty when you indulge in your element, uncaring about everything, just living. Maybe itâs not that bad that youâre bold.
And maybe, just maybe, he can power through this night easily after all; especially if you keep saying things that soothe his chest, things likeâ
âBecause my first instinct brought me to you.â
2:49AM, Him
The temperatures are falling as the night proceeds, and the second portion of the mochi ice cream adds to the pleasant chill.
Jungkook wonders how youâre doing; your dress is skimpier than his jeans, and your arms bare. But your stance and your speech are still inconspicuous, skin free of goosebumps, your walk elegant, leisurely.
Judging from your occasional hums and your ceaseless optimism, youâre enjoying this journey. It almost makes him feel bad; guilty about how adamantly he refused all this just an hour ago.
It hasnât been too bad. Sure, youâre bold and intrepid, and yeah, in some ways he is, too â but his courage stems from other motivations. From adrenaline-loaded activities or joyful, temporary pains. Like his tattoos; his motorcycle; the summer he bungee-jumped for the first time.
Youâre a different kind of daring; you challenge your limits in crowds and consider life a respectful joke. You donât ever hurt anyone, he doesnât think â you just go and see how far you can push yourself.
Perhaps in some sense, the two of you complement each other while simultaneously seeming to be cut from the same wood. Perhaps youâre different, but then again, not so much.
Youâre quiet; you werenât until you left the snack bar. As for now, however, you seem distracted, swallowing heaps of your dessert as you scan the surroundings youâve led the two into. Youâre somewhat unfazed by it, yet peering as though youâve been here before.
Which, in retrospect, makes sense. Youâve been wanting to show him places you enjoy after all.
When the silence extends, Jungkook, along with the chirping of the nightlife, breaks it with a, âYou know what?â
Your head swerves to his side, the wooden fork in your mouth. The pure gaze you give him throws him off guard for a moment â itâs somewhat sweet. But as he regains himself, he says, âI didnât think weâd get to a housing scheme here. The main street is super close, but the vibe is so different.â
âI know. Itâs a little scary at night when youâre alone. Gives very Desperate Housewives, doesnât it? Secrets veiled behind shut curtains.â You draw closer, imitating a spooky gesture. âBut I liked coming here when I was younger.â
Bingo. He thought so.
âAh⊠why?â
âMy friend lived here,â you explain with a tilt towards a random direction; he doubts the friend lived in just the house you gestured to, âsheâs long moved out of course, but weâd play on these streets back then. Most of the neighbours knew me, too!â
Jungkook tsks, hauling his own bite out of the cup, and you add, âNo, seriously! We could just knock at anybodyâs door here, and theyâd let me in.â
âNot if they moved out, too. A lot of time has passed.â
You bob your head. âTime has passed indeed. It does so pretty fast.â
âDoesnât it?â
You seem to get into overdrive, gearing up; he didnât think this topic would rev you up like this, but it appears you have a somewhat firm and fond opinion about the passing of time. Jungkook recognises the sentiment before you speak â the light of the lampposts reflects in your eyes like glitter.
Only, he doesnât foresee what you say next, your tone teasing through the joy you displayâ
âYeah! Like. Do you remember when I told you to not get the wrap and you still diââ
âShut up.â
The roll of his eyes isnât anything new; but the faint feeling that accompanies it, something akin to amusement, certainly is.
âOkay, but. Seriously,â you start again, sly smirk falling, voice neutralising the mock, âit felt different here. Because like, you know, where I live, it gets crowded. Iâm not too far from the city centre, so⊠this place always felt really peaceful to me. Jieun and I played together a lot.â
Jungkook frowns.
âJieun?â
âHm? Oh. The friend I spoke about? Sheâs pretty cool.â
âAh⊠Right, right.â
âMhmm,â you hum, the end of your small fork tapping the bottom of the nearly finished cup, âyou know another way to know that time passes really fast?â You pause for effect, then add, âItâs been ages since we saw each other for the first time.â
âRight. At a party, too, right? When was that anyway?â
âHmm⊠Like.â You ponder, blinking, looking up to the sky. âLike two years ago?â
Jungkookâs eyes widen; if youâd asked him, he wouldâve estimated a year tops. If he digs in his memory thoroughly enough, he could probably even remember what you wore that day; what you looked like.
It doesnât feel like two years. Youâre right â time truly does pass like the wind.
âWow,â he exclaims, âitâs been this long since you started pestering me?â
âShut up,â itâs your turn to blurt, your body swaying towards him until you push him to the side of the vacant road. âI didnât even come near you most of the time.â
âI know, I know. You were fun to look at, though. Seemed to enjoy yourself every single time.â
Shit, why did he say that? Shouldnât he hold onto the image he fostered; the one thatâs permanently irked by you, throwing snarky remarks throughout the night?
AndâŠ
Didnât this just break the banter, the frenemyship â frenmity? â the two of you have going on? Was it too nice? Itâll probably surprise you. Then again, is he a damn child? Why would he worry about such things? Question his own kindness?
Why would he hold onto his ego and deny you his humane side when youâve been nothing but lovely to him all night?
The young adult rivalry is over, Jeon Jungkook. Look at her and fucking admit that youâre the arrogant one.
But funnily enough, you donât seem to notice anyway.
âHmmm, I do love my job,â you answer, âI have a lot of fun organising stuff. Doing something good for other people, right? See them enjoy it. I mean, of course there are days when things donât go as planned, but.â
You lift a shoulder, indulging in the final remnants of your chewy mochi and the melted matcha ice cream inside.
âI know. It happens to me, too.â
âReally? How?â
Jungkook waves towards the sky, lists, âHeavy rain, lots of traffic, too spontaneous, issues with the camera⊠etcetera. Anything can happen.â
âYeah â I get it. But yeah, I do love doing this. I meet a lot of nice people, too. And I guess that makes me feel very⊠blessed? It puts things into perspective.â
âHow so?â
âLike, it makes you see that most people arenât bad.â
Huh. Odd. Not that heâd ever deem the entire globe vile, putting a standardised label that he can impossibly prove. But as far as he has seen⊠too many people arenât good either.
âReally?â he asks. âThatâs a lucky thing to experience.â
You look genuinely surprised, turning towards him when you ask, âYou donât?â
âUhm â rarely. I do enjoy photography. Always have.â His mind zooms into a glinting memory from the past, and his shoulders and voice rise when he recalls, âYâknow⊠My dad got me one of those yellow disposable Kodak cameras when I was a kid. I loved it so much.â
You nod; if he didnât know better, heâd almost say you look⊠delighted. Actually interested.
âAnd events and weddings,â he continues, âtheyâre beautiful to capture. Itâs probably the lights and the pretty people. And just⊠the memories?â
This time, he looks away, straight to the road; if he hadnât, heâd know that your gaze is definitely fond now. No doubt about it. You listen in closely.
Itâs the first time heâs talking to you like this, or to anyone â or for this long, for that matter. Most of your conversations were fleeting, fiery, a petulant back and forth that â he now realises â couldâve been something else, something better, too.
âBut then it just sucks when so many of them canât appreciate it properly,â he explains, raising his hands to emphasise, tone galled. âI mean, I look at my camera and I see a tool to create art. Itâs⊠nothing I take for granted. Just think about it.â
The ball of fire in his chest grows; he feels it warm up, gassed-up. âA thing that can hold onto moments in absolute high definition, so that you can still remember them years later? The 18th century couldnât have imagined. They needed to commit everything to memory just like that.â
âWow, Jungkook⊠You really do love this, too.â
His arms fall to the side. He inhales the fresh flurry of air. Rethinks his passion for his job and says, âYeah. Yeah, I guess I do.â
ââŠBut?â
He knows whatâs missing.
âI love the art, but I hate the clients. The event hosts. Not you, but the one even above you.â
Jungkook reckons this was a confession that long sat on his tongue unmentioned. Of course he thought about it; is always reminded when he attends these functions, standing at the back, at the front, left and right, unnoticed and taken for granted.
But now that itâs out and that heâs finally verbalised it to somebody⊠it definitely liberates something in his head.
You see his issue with these gatherings; he knows you do because heâs figured out this much. Youâre filled with enough empathy, sympathy, every grand word ending on the same syllable to acknowledge his disappointment.
But youâre filled with humour and absurdity, too, evident in the answer you provide to diffuse the tension.
âSo, thatâs why youâre always in a foul mood.â
âShuââ
âShut up, yeah, yeah.â You giggle, but then halt for a moment, toying with the rim of your paper cup, âBut you know, I think art is worth something even if just one person appreciates it. If it helps in any way⊠Iâm always impressed. And I always appreciate it when I call you and you come despite finding me so annoying.â
One corner of your lips lifts, the smile humble and light; sends a pang of guilt through him. Have you always been so nice?
âAlso, I do see the pictures almost every single time,â you add, âand youâre so good at this. At the job itself and the editing afterwards. Honestly.âÂ
ââŠYou think?â
Damn.
Jungkook would probably not bask in this hobby, continue his job if he wasnât proficient in what he does. Heâs known about his prowess ever since he was young.
But praises do offer a sense of magical warmth, donât they? He doesnât think any creative mind ever sickens of such unexpected support. And the way you say it⊠makes him want to never lay down his camera.
âOf course, yes,â you confirm, ânot to shoot up your ego, but⊠you once sent a set of pictures where I found one of me. Donât know if you even noticed? I was wearing that lilac dress and curls, I still remember â andââ
Stuck on the mention of your clothing, he immediately attaches a detail to the memory, âSleeveless dress. Long silver earrings, right?â
âOh⊠rightâŠâ
Right.
He wonât mention that he looked at that picture for just a second longer than at the others that night. Noticed for the first time how pretty you were. Not too deep of a thought, a twelve second stare, but⊠you wore this vibrant smile on that picture, and in some way, he did hope youâd see it, too.
It seems you did. He feels satisfied, proud even.
âRight,â you repeat, your defences somehow down, âuhm. I printed the picture. Still have it somewhere.â
Jungkook has already often wondered what people do with the pictures; put them in albums? Frame them and pin them over their couch? Right now, he also wonders â do you look at it a lot?
And this again begs the question â when you do, does your decision to book a vendor like him fill you with pride? Like your choice was right?
âThatâs so nice,â he says.
âAll that to say,â you inhale, âthat I think youâre really fucking skilled.â
Woah. You werenât quite certain if your consolation would bring him any solace, but youâve done far more than that. Youâve shown him that you see what he does â and isnât this what every artist craves? To be seen?
The tension buzzes between him and you like electricity; he doesnât know if itâs just him lighting up or if youâre feeling a kindred link, too. But itâs somewhat intense in this moment of walking under the stars, surrounded by quietude and absolute pose.
So much so that heâs soon submerged by an odd urge to make the intensity wane, âHey, does this feel to you like⊠a clichĂ© chick flick kinda dialogue?â
You knowâŠ
The moment when two find an empty street in the middle of the night, realising that a conversation with each other isnât the end of the world after all?
That type of thing?
But he doesnât say any of it.
âYeah? Maybe. But itâs also true,â you argue, âIâm an honest person and I donât think Iâd say anything I didnât mean.â
âAh, yeah?â Jungkook voices, taking the emptied out ice cream cup and throwing it into the bin on the side of the road, along with his own.
âMhm, one hundred percent,â he hears you say, followed by a light, quiet smacking noise.
He doesnât see what youâre doing until he arrives back where you stand; watches you lick the sticky rest off the pad of your thumb, smiling when you stare up at him again. Itâs a mundane gesture; heâs done it ever since he was a kid.
But somehow, he canât stop looking.
Might be the way your lips curve when you do it, or how your eyes smile when your mouth does. The authenticity you portray is rare; perhaps he just confused it with madness until now.
Seconds pass, and with that, your smile does, too. As it fades and drops, replaced by a curious expression and big eyes, you soon mutter, âWhat?â
Thereâs no response to that, really. He doesnât know either.
He doesnât understand how you turned out to be so right. How itâs such an ultimate truth that a serene night brings out a dreamy alter ego, hitherto undetected. Jungkook has never felt like much of a romantic, but right now, he thinks heâs on a different plane of reality.
This doesnât feel like Earth; and the town doesnât feel like the one he struts through during the day.
So maybe itâs not that wayward or groundless for him to lean in. To bend a bit more. Further and further until you laugh nervously; he knows youâre preparing to crack another joke, but you remain silent as he approaches.
Gauges your reaction. Will you run? You arenât.
Instead, you gulp; let your pupils fall to his piercings, just when his own gaze moves to your lips. His right hand, tattooed, led by its own will, reaches for your cheek until heâs cupping it; and suddenly, his mouth parts â whatâs happening? â and thenâ
And then, a vehicle roars from afar.
Both of you hear the motorcycle before you even see the blinding white light; he grips your arm, probably too harshly, dodging the street with you and jumping onto the pedestrian walk.
One must be crazy to still drive through the city at this hour. Right?
You pant, mixed with insane chuckles of relief, âShit. We almost died.â
âWe didnât,â he refutes, âwe had plenty of time.â
âOh no,â you stretch the last word, eyes squinting. An accusing forefinger points at him before you deduce, âWe almost died because you like me. Of all things!â
âI do not. You just looked kinda cute.â
Jungkook mightâve attempted an indifferent answer, but instead, he steered into an excuse that you do not accept at all. Your smirk is telling and satisfied, and if he wasnât trying to prove a point, your Cheshire Cat grin wouldâve made him laugh, too.
âBut you did almost kiss me,â you persist.
Ugh, youâre bold. Laughing like it means nothing; no embarrassment, no shy restraint in you. Which is probably not too bad; somehow even charming. Explains the rosy dust on his cheeks at least. He feels it in the heat, canât believe he almost kissed you just now.
Why does he feel like a hormonal adolescent? Itâs not like heâs never kissed anybody.
Youâre still enclosed by pure delight, nudging his arm repeatedly, annoyingly. And when he doesnât answer, choosing reticence instead, you nearly shriek, as if he confirmed all you just said.
His instinctive hand slaps up to your mouth, covering it, shushing you. Youâre still smiling, working on removing his palm, but before your nonsense can proceed, a sudden light flickers in the corner of Jungkookâs eye.
Immediately, he seeks out the source, soon finding a room in the house left to him lighting up. You woke somebody, it seems. A silhouette becomes clearer, its edges more refined with every second, and just before the owner of the place can shove the curtains aside, you grip Jungkookâs hand.
Within a moment, he finds himself tugged away by you, running, nearly stumbling over his own feet. You blurt, âBetter get away before they kill us.â
As you leave the tranquil settlement behind, Jungkook still hears a voice from an open window, cursing the younger generation as they do; and then, out of the damn blue, a fucking dog barks.
When you turn over your shoulder, mouth dropping open, Jungkook knows youâre thinking the same as him â this happens outside of cinematic universes, too?
It takes a minute until youâve reached another road again; one of the kind heâs more familiar with. The city type. The two of you come to a halt near some pole, and you let his hand go, leaning against it.
For a moment, you work on catching your breath, Jungkookâs hands settling on his thighs. And then, when your eyes meet, you burst into a fit of laughter, followed by a playful wiggle of his eyebrows to which you respond, âDonât act innocent. This is your fault.â
âWhat? You were lauââ
âBecause of you! Oh, I know you want me so bad.â
Youâre jesting, of course. Swaying your head, poking his chest, a brat straight out of some TV show. But what you can do, heâs been perfecting for years.
So he answers in kind, âAnd if I did?â
Only for you to utter something that not even his brain can compute.
âIf you did? Then⊠I think Iâd let you.â
âAh⊠Yeah? Why?â
âBecauseâ I think youâre just half as bad.â
His snicker is half amused, half flattered. He purses his lips, nodding, and then declares, âYouâre just a quarter as bad. But guess Iâve gotten so tired that Iâve started doing weird shit.â
You click your tongue, puffing out a breath, instantly reacting when he only flicks your chin and then walks away. Your startled expression prevails, a distance between him and you established, but just as he puts his hands in his jeans, he hears you finally follow.
âHey,â you voice from behind, tapping his arm, âare you really tired?â
âI was kidding, but. Honestly? A little.â
ââŠHmm. You know, my friend lives in an apartment nearby. Jieun? Didnât move too far from her old home. We could stop there.â
Jungkookâs left eyebrow leaps up, surprised by the suggestion; the idea doesnât sound too bad. ButâŠ
âWasnât the deal to go around for a whole night, though?â
âOhhh. Are you starting to like it?â
Youâre observant, heâll give you that.
âIâm just saying,â he adds, âand also, would she just let a stranger in?â
âOh, sheâs very civilised and hospitable. She wouldnât mind, and sheâs known me for ages. She trusts me.â Maybe you detect the hesitation in his eyes and the twitch of the corner of his lips, because you immediately carry on, âWe can just stay for an hour and then go.â
âWould she be awake, even?â
âSheâs a night owl. I know that.â
âUhmâŠâÂ
He ponders. In some way, heâs kind of liking the breeze, the quiet side of this town. But⊠would Jieun find that weird? Then again, can he say no? Youâre ogling at him with these hopeful eyes; maybe you need the rest, after all.
âOkay,â he says; he even thinks you jump a bit in joy, nodding.
âOkay! Youâll like her. We can leave with newfound energy afterwards. Okay, cool.â
Thatâs all you need to lead the way. You look around a little, making sure youâre approaching the right direction, and when you find your confidence again, you march ahead.
Your walk is energetic, not too idle anymore, your beam as dashing and fervid as ever. Jungkook knows his way around editing programs; heâs added wings to pictures before or removed unwelcome passersby on an otherwise great photo.
He even understands how to surround a body or silhouette with a glow; but heâs never seen it around an actual person outside of all these graphics editors before.
Your body is so clearly encircled by it.
Bedazzling.
Screw the 18th century. Even in these modern times of advancement, Jungkook doesnât think he needs a camera to commit you to memory.
3:25AM, Her
You avert your eyes from the phone and turn towards Jungkook, reaching him where heâs planted firmly in front of the apartment complex. Heâs been waiting, back settled against the wall, and as you near, his eyebrows rise in question.
Your friend didnât respond until now â but just as you foretold, sheâs still awake at this ungodly hour.
âOkay. Sheâs home, but,â you explain, already ringing the bell to her apartment, âshe said sheâd be leaving soon. Sounds like sheâs in a rush. Typos and all.â
Jungkook waits until the buzzing sound of the opening door ceases and youâve stepped inside, leading him up the stairs, and then wonders again with big eyes, âAnd sheâll just let us stay? Alone at her apartment?â
You wave his concerns off with a handâs gesture, âShe trusts me, dude. Iâve done this a couple times.â
âWhat for?â
Hm⊠you dive back into the old days. Some new, some old. What were they again? Theyâre mostly blurred, but some of them are carved in your core memory.
âOh, justâŠâ you reminisce. âIf I wanted to meet guys and wouldnât want to bring them home back when I was still with my parents? Or when Iâd need a night to sober up. They wouldâve killed me if Iâd come home drunk. And Jieun moved out early.â
âHow old is⊠Jieun anyway?â
Old. Not really, but you like to vex her to the point of a pout. Sheâs patient, but sheâs also an incredibly close friend â you allow yourself to be a brat with her and she allows herself to roll her eyes.
âEarly 90s kid?â you guess. âA little older than us.â
â93, as far as you remember.
âAh. Damn,â he voices; you donât know why.
âOkay.â You climb the last steps to the second floor, halting in front of a white door with a copper number six on top of it. Knock thrice. âHere goes.â
She mightâve been getting ready close to the door, working on her shoes or questing for her keys. Because she opens mere three seconds later, with a radiant smile on her face able to melt hearts, and a comfortable attire thatâs, however, not comfortable enough to wear at home.
A thin sweatshirt and a bun, loose strands framing her pretty face, and shorts that are definitely meant to be worn outside. She wonât be here for long. And youâre focused on this very fact and her hurry so much that you nearly donât register how shy Jungkook gets.
His voice is somewhat smaller than before when he looks at her; your eyes shift to him, and heâs blinking before he finally breaks and mutters, âOh. Hi.â
âHey!â she retorts; she looks so sweet saying it. You understand his perplexity. âDate?â
âNah. Just a friend,â you answer, which, yet again â very confusing â makes him hum in question. If he started regarding himself as your date all of a sudden, you swearâŠ
You smile.
âJust a friend,â you repeat.
âFabulous. So youâre not walking around alone, at least,â Jieun concludes, letting you in. In the living room, a hand on her kitchen island, she points through an open door, âOkay, so, the guest room bed is made. Use blankets on it, if you want to rest.â
Her finger shifts to signal to the entrance you came through, imitates a pulling motion, âDonât worry about locking the door whenever you leave. Also got some leftover food in the fridge, but thereâs also cup ramyeon and some frozen pizza in the freezer. Sorry⊠I need to go shopââ
But you interrupt, shaking your head, âOh, no worries, really. We just ate, so weâll just stay here for a little, work off the food coma and leave. Wonât damage anything.â
âI know you wonât, baby.â
She moves to fetch her purse from the couch, and Jungkook uses the moment to whisper in your ear, âWhere is she going anyway?â
You donât know; you shrug your shoulders, pursing your lower lip, but echo his question a moment later, louder than him, âWhere are you going anyway?â
Previously cramming in her purse, checking it for content, she looks at you again, telling you, âAh⊠Jongsuk is having a bad night and wants me to come over.â Regarding Jungkook, she adds, âMy boyfriend. Heâs an insomniac and got stoned tonight, too, and justââ
Jieun blows a raspberry, raising a hand for a whatever gesture, and Jungkook mumbles, âOof. SoundsâŠâ
âYeah⊠I know. In any case. Make yourself comfortable, okay?â
âYes. Thank you so much.â
âThanks, Jieun,â you repeat.
She nods once more, waving her tiny hand and flashes one last smile before sheâs out the door and has left you in full silence. You shuffle your feet for just a second before you look at him again; he still looks somewhat in a daze.
So you ask, âWhatâs wrong?â
âHm? Nothing.â
Nothing, right⊠thatâs what they all say after seeing Lee Jieun for the first time. You try not to think too hard about the teeny tiny sting in your enormous, delicate heart. Only let him know, âDonât worry too much. What could happen? She does trust me.â
You take a couple steps towards the bedroom she offered you, and you hear him follow. Look at the neatly made bed, a thought occurring; but you donât entertain it yet. Only add, âBesides, she owes me.â
He chuckles. âThatâs how you live your life, huh?â
âItâs alright. Weâll just be here for an hour. Sheâs known me all her life, so nothing to doubt here. And also, think about it,â the tip of your forefinger taps against your temple, âeven if something did happen or went missing, sheâd know where to find me and whom to report.â
He waits, ogles at you. Then presses his lips together, nods as if you made all the sense in the world, and lifts a shoulder â agreeing, âIf you say so. Then uhm â letâs lay down for a bit?â
âSure! Iâll just sleep in her room, so you can have your privacy here.â
âMhm. Okay.â
You stand at the door frame for a moment, feet unmoving.
Heâs already turned away. And you regret not walking away when you watch him unabashedly take off the blazer and provide a glimpse to his snatched waist as inked fingers scratch his back briefly, shirt moving up. But then itâs covering his skin again.
Flawless back; pretty golden. A little further up, and youâre sure you wouldâve seen strong shoulder blades, too. Heâs worn fancy dress shirts at luxurious events before â you know many would kill for his built, because youâve seen his bicep flex before.
You forget where you are for a second, but when he opts to turn, eyes on you for just a heartbeat, you stir. Blurt out an awkward apology, and then leave. Wish him a good night, barely waiting for one back before you close the door.
You laugh quietly at yourself.
Her room is just next door; you already mentally prepare for a nap. Meanwhile, Jungkook plumps onto the bed, groaning when the comfort hits, and works on getting used to the ceiling, if only briskly.
He only notices how much his head is spinning when he closes his eyes, ready to doze off. Should he set an alarm? He doesnât want to still be here by the time Jieun returns. Maybe he should tell you, too.
But his body wonât move.
Yet, in the time heâs failed to make up his mind, he suddenly hears a knock at the door again. Must be you â must be telepathy.
He tells you to enter, and you do with a shy demeanour; only thirty seconds must have passed, right? A minute, tops. He looks at you in wonder, and you explain, âShe uhâ locked her room. No clue where the keys are. Guess thatâs why she specifically pointed out the guest room.â
You nibble your lip, getting no answer back. He looks just as much out of ideas as you, and you still refuse to bring back the thought from before; yet, you ask, âWhat do we do now?â
âWellâŠâ He looks around, though there is not much to take in. âI can sleep on the couch?â
ââŠThe couch is too small.â
âOkay. Then Iâll just sleep on the floor.â Heâs already working on getting up, no hesitation, scratching through his now messy hair, feet moving on the fluffy carpet. âIâll take one of those pillows, though. Carpet should be good enoâ what are you doing?â
Youâve charged towards the bed, climbed past him until youâre sitting behind him, facing his back and his craning neck. You say, âIâm not giving you that pillow.â
âWhy?â
âYou canât sleep on the floor.â
ââŠWhy not?â
You throw an unbelieving look, as if itâs obvious. Your flat hand gestures towards the carpet vaguely, and you argue, âItâs uncomfortable.â
âListen, I should. This or the couch, nothing else left.â Itâs crazy to you how he doesnât even consider the bed instead of giving it up for you. âItâs just an hour. Donât worry about it.â He stretches a hand towards you, curling his fingers in a grabby motion. âCome on. Gimme that.â
Youâre astonished â beyond pleased about the fact that he cares like this. That heâs so⊠mindful and humble. You give up; he wonât falter and you know.
âOkay⊠then take this blanket, too.â
He grabs the second one that Jieun provided, head bowing a little as he says, âThank you.â
The proceeding minutes you spend preparing for bed, slightly discomforted by your dress, pass in half-awkward, half-comfortable silence. He lays down on his unusual spot, and you cuddle into the blanket on your light, soft side.
As the rustling of blankets and sheets subsides, it gives way to the sound of the ticking clock; you focus on it, count the clicks like sheep.
But sleep doesnât quite fall upon you yet, and you guess Jungkook feels similar when he calls your name and asks, âWhat does she owe you?â
Your head moves towards his voice, even though he canât see you. âHuh?â
âJieun. What does she owe you? And your coworker.â
âOh. Uh. Honestly, just kindness.â
You can already see it â doe eyes rolling at another one of your cryptic answers. You know people donât fathom your thoughts very well, and some feel annoyed by your dreamy outlook of the world. You donât mind, but you wonder what heâs thinking.
But all he responds with is, âWhat?â
âWell, just. Theyâve known me for ages. Iâve been there for Jieun for so long, and Jongin has always been so incredibly nice to me. Picked me up when I was dead drunk once and brought me home. Got me medicine and everything. And Iâve lent him some comfort over the years, too.â
It hasnât been too long, so you remember. Youâve been good friends with him ever since you started your job; a steady part of your team. He and you have got each otherâs back.
âThese two are friends,â you say, âand I think kindness is the most we can give our loved ones.â
Jungkook hesitates. Have you bored him to sleep? Or is he pondering your words, thinking of you as weird? Maybe notâ
Because he actually converses, asking, âYou think? Doesnât that mean weâre just kind to them then, so they can be kind to you in return?â
âI mean⊠yes and no. Owing might be the wrong word. Iâm not nice to others to get something back. Iâm like this because I want to be and because the world can be shitty and itâs important to be nice, and in return, I want people to be nice to me, too. Itâs not an eye to eye kind of thing, itâs just about. Spreading affection in relationships. Itâs what theyâre here for.â
ââŠHm. Is this why youâre never rude to me? Even when I deserve it,â he asks, registering a hum. âYou know⊠you think really⊠uniquely.â
This is a nice way to phrase it at least. People like you; youâre good with them. But sometimes, they can be mean, too. Not that you mind. Itâs natural â people occur in all types and shapes.
âBut is it unique, though? Isnât it a given?â you question.
âYeah, probably, I justâ never thought of it this deeply.â
âMmmh. So is me thinking uniquely a compliment? I canât say.âÂ
He laughs, and you join immediately, exclaiming an, âIâm serious!â in the middle of it all. Jungkookâs snicker is authentic, so you enjoy hearing it; but you like his answer even better.
âMaybe. I just⊠I feel like a lot of people try to be different these days. Or play a role to be perceived a certain way? But I think youâre genuine â you actually mean the things you say without any hidden intention to make people forcefully like you, right?â
An intention? Oddly phrased. You think, though⊠that what he said was nice.
Still, you confirm, âI donât try to be anyone for people to like me.â
âI didnât say otherwise! This is actually just what I meant. Besides, people like you anyway because youâre you.â As if heâs reading your mind. âThatâs what I was saying.â
You hum, blinking at the ceiling and the little modern light hanging there, the beam off. The darkness pleasant. You conjure another question and ask, âSo you think me being me is a good thing?â
You always considered it was. You like being you. But Jungkook didnât like whatever makes up your personality â has this changed? Apparently.
âOf course,â he surprisingly answers, âitâs always a good thing. And just because I disagree with some of your characteristics, it doesnât mean everybody will.â Oh. Well. But waitâ âOr maybe, Iâm just a moaner.â
Well.
âThat you are,â you verify.
âDamn.â
âBut, butâ youâre kind, too, you know? Not everyone says the things you just said.â
âMaybe.â
âSoâŠâ you stall, rethinking his prior words. âDo you still disagree with all those characteristics of mine?â
Another joyous sound tumbles out of him, much in the form of a breather than a laugh; hushed, but you still hear it clearly. Perhaps youâre being a little awkward; but in all honesty, you hope heâs just finding it amusing, somewhat cute.
âI mean â youâre too blunt. But brave, like, I could never. The thing you did at the shop? Never. But this isnât bad. And you arenât bad.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
His voice is a whisper. Reminds you of a feeling akin to temptation; your mind automatically imagines the susurrating sound near your ear, exhaling the very syllable he just did. Frankly, youâre absolutely tortured by the knowledge of him being this close.
That you could probably touch his face if you rolled over to the edge of the bed, letting your arm dangle, seeking his skin. That heâs in the same room, talking to you this gently, saying things that a girl doesnât hear too often these days anymore.
There it is. The intrusive thought from before⊠prevailing.
And youâre tortured by it. But mostly, by the image of him standing in front of you between the houses just a little time ago, staring at you, pupils flitting back and forth between your eyes and your lips. How he neared you. How he almost kissed you.
You mightâve joked about it then, but deep down, and especially now, youâre intrigued by the idea. Of the fantasy of a what if â what if heâd actually kissed you?
Taking a deep breath, you look to the side, staring at the door and call, âHey, Jungkook.â
âHm?â
âIs it uncomfortable down there?â
âUh⊠a little.â
You shuffle at your spot, turning to the side. âJust thinking. What good does it do if we donât rest well? What are we here for?â
ââŠWhat are you talking about?â
Pause. Quietude. You close your eyes, then open them again.
Youâre never shy; so you donât deem it an advantage for yourself to turn timid now either. You tell him, âCome up. I know you want to. I know I want you to.â
He doesnât say anything; you bite your tongue. Maybe it was a mistake. But then his voice chimes again, wondering, âAre you sure?â
Your answer is immediate.
âOf course. Yes, Iâm sure.â
âOkay⊠okay.â
As he starts to move, you gulp. You make place on the bed, moving to your previous side, pushing the blanket aside in case he wants to slip under it, too. The motions of his silhouette seem uncertain as he makes his way up to you, as if heâs uncomfortable with it.
âI⊠Was I wrongâŠ? Do you not want to?â you make sure.
âWhat?â you hear him say; see his head shake. âAh, thatâs not it. Just want to make sure youâre really okay with it. Iâm not the type of guy toâŠâ
âI know. Itâs fine. I donât think you are.â
âOkay.â The mattress bulges where he lays down before it evens out again. He emits a couple groaning sounds, probably glad to give his back something proper. You turn to him just when he says, âHonestly⊠thatâs a little better, yeah.â
âThought so. Are you tired?â
âDefinitely.â
âBut youâre not sleeping.â
âBecause youâre talking.â
Wrong. There was enough silence for him to nod off before. He was the one who started the conversation at all; you were ready to turn and toss and rest eventually.
When you donât respond, his head turns on his pillow, too; in the darkness that you got used to, you see his eyes twinkle. Both of you know that youâre looking at each other. And heâs kind of close â closer than you thought.Â
And⊠if youâre not wrong, he just inched nearer only a nanomoment ago. He repeats in a whisper, once more accusing, âYouâre talking, thatâs why.â
âThatâs really why, huh?â
âMhm.â
âThe only reason there really is?â
âWhat else could there be?â
You smile, brazen, letting out the courage youâve gathered, âWell, I know what else it is for me.â
ïżœïżœïżœYeah?â
Daring a step further, you graze his shirt featherlightly; you donât know whether he notices. Not until he moves his hand, fingers ghosting near yours.
Waiting until you reveal with sheer, sudden heart palpitations, âI⊠I want you to kiss me. You do, too, donât you?â
He inhales, but doesnât exhale. What does it mean? You donât know.
You donât know what it is until you hear the smile in his words, gentle yet tantalising when he says, ââŠI do.â
âGood. Good. Then kiss me.â
And the rest proceeds without hesitation and without another plea.
His body moves as if on its own accord; he seems possessed, or controlled by a puppeteer. Warm lips lock with yours before you can draw another breath.
They feel soft, full, like tiny pillows, a contrast to the metal of his piercings. And they move gently, so carefully, like heâs still scared of crossing a line despite your permission. But when you lean into him, hoping for more proximity, he blossoms a little. Initiates more.
Oh, he, too, has been waiting for this, hasn't he?
A hand, nearly as warm as his kiss, slithers up to your face, holding you closer to him. The bangs that so often cover his forehead are tickling yours now, his head tilting to give his cute nose more space.
And with that, he deepens the kiss, too. Dares a step further, separating your lips with his, trying things out. He gauges your reaction as the tip of his tongue sneaks its way into the mix, and the moment you do the same, he dives in properly.
Kisses you just a little harder, tasting you, sighing into the movements as if all the weight of the world has dropped off his shoulders. As if heâs relieved, calmed down, resting for the first time tonight.
Yet, at the same time, heâs firing himself up â moving over your body slowly, holding onto your mouth to his best abilities, as if youâd disperse if he let go for too long. As if youâd change your mind.
He cages you in to keep you underneath, not touching your face anymore but shoving his fingers into your already tousled hair. If you were still in your right mind, youâd recognise how insane this situation is. Your younger self wouldâve never predicted such a moment to ever become part of your life.
But it is⊠it is so clearly being played into your hard drive; somehow, you already know itâll remain stuck in your memory: the way heâs kissing you, so thirsty, so insatiable. How heâs sighing, relaxed, yet sporting an audible heartbeat against your chest.
He uses moments of switching sides to breathe but continues right away; the keenness drives you crazy. You touch his shoulders and then wrap your arms around him firmly, making him hasten closer until heâs nearly falling onto you.
What in the heavenly make out sessions is thisâŠ
Itâs nasty, yet sweet. Followed by quick breaths; it takes merely a minute until you feel his lower body grinding into you, his jeans tight around his crotch all of a sudden. And the second you realise heâs hardening beneath them, your body reacts.
Reacts so effectively.
Your lower tummy tickles, dampness pooling below as he pushes into you again, harder this time. You moan, enticed by your goosebumps and the heavy bulge. Solid enough for you to crave him within a momentâs notice.
And it only worsens threefold when he whispers, âFuck⊠Somebody really knows how to kiss, huh?â
âYouâre talking. What was thisââ He so rudely interrupts with another peck, and you laugh into it. âYeah, thisâŠâ
Your last word dissipates like candle smoke; you donât even know why you bother to speak. Your voice is barely perceptible when his teeth remove the short sleeve of your dress, kissing your shoulder and then down to your cleavage.
Itâs easy to remove your dress; itâs light, summer-y â but he doesnât bare you just yet. Plays around at the mounds of your tits until he pushes the neck of the dress down a bit, asking, âMay I take it off?â
Oh, if you could count the times youâve imagined his veiny hands removing this damn dress just in the last fifteen minutesâŠ
âOf course,â you permit, âdo I look like Iâd reject you?â
âMmmh.â The hum is proud, satisfied, vocalised amidst another kiss to your clavicles. âJust making sure.â
Soft, warm hands trail up your leg, leaving a path of another set of goosebumps. You want him to stay right there on your thigh, knead the flesh, press into it, showcase the lust he feels in the beguiling pain.
But instead, he pushes up your dress, fingers ghosting over your ass â and when he doesnât find your panties but only bare skin, he stops kissing you. Looks at you. Makes out the string of your thong a second later â in the dark, you discern the way his lips round in captivation.
Heâs loving this.
He tugs at the string and lets it snap back into place; you gasp even though it doesnât hurt, but it drives you mad when he states, âWow. Very intriguing.â
Leaving it at this for just now, he kisses you again, tongues mingling once more before he releases a sharp, nearly aggressive hiss and mumbles, âHoly fuck. I canât stop.â
âI didnât tell you to stop,â you guarantee.
âGood. Good, good, good.â
The dress surrounds your waist now, stopping below your breasts, and Jungkook journeys down to drag his lips around the spots he hasnât touched yet. As if heâs trying to familiarise himself with all of you, working towards the goal of memorising you entirely.
His teeth scrape at your pelvis just lightly, seemingly contemplating whether he wants to destroy these panties or not â but then decides against it. You wouldnât mind; youâre not showing anybody anything of you tonight but him.
And youâre already such a mess; breathing so irregularly, letting out his name and quiet sighs. He should know he could do basically anything. That youâre ready for him.
But instead, he only curses again, sucking at your skin harshly, nails digging into your hips. And then, from below, you hear him say, âWant you to suck my dick so bad.â He moves up, fingertips on your cheek, rubbing himself against your underwear, and questions, âWill you suck my dick, baby?â
Oh, he didnât justâŠ
Oh, the way the pet name screws with your head is irreversible. You feel sick at the mention, breathing out hard, about to get up at the speed of light to swallow him fully; to the hilt.
But you wonât give him the satisfaction yet; youâve gotten used to the darkness, and seeing the hazy insanity in his eyes spurs you on to play with him a bit more. So you lift your body, giving him hope, but then say, âI have a better idea.â
âAh? Where are you going?â
âWait.â
He quietens. Falls to the side and onto his back as he watches whatever youâre trying to do unfold. You look back at him for just a blink of an eye, but you immediately perceive the hand cupping his clothed dick, moving a bit, up and down.
âOkay. Should work on this first,â you say, straddling him backwards.
You hike up your dress more, baring your back to him, and you instantly hear the breath he releases. Feel the palm touching your spine, grazing it; you imagine huge eyes ogling at you like heâs reached nirvana. You so hope heâs looking at you like this.
âMy GodâŠâ he only mutters, however, proving your point when he opts to get up. But you turn as much as you can, a flat hand pushing him down again, to which he complains, âWhat?â
âI told you to wait, silly. Iâm not going anywhere.â
âYou sure? Youâre being pretty mean right now.â
âIâm not being mean. Youâre just not patient,â you laugh. âGive me a second and Iâll wreck your world, âkay?â
âAh?â
âMhm.â
âThat I wanna seâ oh. Oh.â
Exactly.
Once youâre done pulling off the dress, you shift back, enough for your pussy to align with his gorgeous face. Jungkook instinctively grabs your ass to pull you lower, and you chuckle at the restless gesture.
But you need to focus; and as best and tidily as you can, you unbutton his jeans, zipping them open until you detect his shorts. He raises his hips to help you, and you bite your lower lip, crazed by the sight that awaits you once the jeans are halfway down.
The bulge is big indeed. The imprint is insane; the light from outside allows glimpses, and you salivate, bowing your head to kiss him above his underwear, feeling him stir. And he imitates, blowing against your wetness, his finger â middle one? â curling around the string digging between your ass cheeks.
When he frees your pussy, you feel it. It hits the air in the room coldly, a contrast to his hot breath. A second more and you might drip into his tantalising mouth, just how youâre drooling over the cock you finally set free.
It springs out, veiny under your touch. Hard. Thick and long. Everything good, a fucking ideal package. You scold him, âYouâve been hiding this from me?â
âHuh? I wasnât hiding.â
âNow I realise just how mean you are, man,â you say, shaking your head, spitting onto the slit before wiping it off again with the tip of your tongue. He swears again. âCouldâve had this make me hoarse so long ago.â
âFuck,â he replicates, âstop talking, or Iâll fuck this mouth of yours. You want to be hoarse so bad, then try me.â
âIs this a threat? You really think I wonât let you? Stay right there, littleââ You look again. âBig man. You can do whatever you want, but wait a second, alright?â
âNah. Youâre not the only one teasing. You brat,â Jungkook whispers sharply, delivering a smack to your ass; you gasp. âI justâŠâ
You donât know what he just â you only know that heâs attaching his mouth to your cunt right away, thong pushed aside, diving in with a tongue so eager. You squint your eyes shut, lips parting, calling his name as he holds you there roughly.
He soon wraps his arms around your hips, like a belt, lips intense as he kisses you even wetter. The sounds he eludes are dirty, sinful; and the feeling of his piercings doesnât add to your sanity.Â
You decide to not let this distract you; heâs competitive, you realised, but you are, too. So you lean in, lips wrapping around the tip. Your right hand enfolds his cock, pumping him, tracing every firm vein that protrudes. Heâs so pretty all around.
âShit,â you whisper, hoping he doesnât hear; only continue to work your tongue around the head, setting the nerves alight as heâs doing for you.
You kiss down the shaft, licking and humming to create a sort of vibration. And then, you take him in as much as you can. Despite being large, barely fitting, soon hitting your throat, you try. Hollow your cheeks, bop your head, gifting him your attention.
But itâs hard. So hard becauseâ
God, heâs lapping you up so good.
So hungry. Out to kill you as he releases the prior belt, bringing two fingers to your pussy and thrusting them into you slowly. Mouth and digits; both at once. Thumb against the clenching hole between your ass.
Heâs distracted every now and then, much like you, but he still maintains a steady pace. Cruel⊠so cruel. Those damn fingers propelling into you, harder sometimes before they slow down again. Curling to hit you just right, massaging the rough, walnutty spot.
Oh, Jungkook knows⊠knows exactly what to do.
They donât make men like him anymore.
Your ass clenches when his skills exceed your expectations and he rubs your insides particularly well, mouth just right above your clit as the tongue circles around it. Itâs nearly overwhelming; you could cry with this mouthful of dick impaling your throat.
He feels so good on you. So good in you. You want all of you filled, not just your mouth. So you soon let go with a plop, a string of saliva so lewdly connecting your mouth and his member, and you wipe your mouth.
Tell him, âThis should be enough.â
And he agrees immediately, smacking his lips, as if licking up the remnants of his food, âFuck yes. Enough.â
You want to get into the next position, put in some work, but what you donât expect is that Jungkook is already planning a step ahead. Tapping your ass with his big manly palm, pushing you off of him until youâre crawling on all fours.
Submitted to him. And you donât mind a bit â just for now, just for him, youâll give into this because youâve been craving it. Itâs okay; you vow to yourself that in a while, youâll wreck his shit just as much.
On your elbows and knees, you hear him shifting, the mattress dipping, his knees nearing you and closing your legs in. The palm covering the right side of your ass causes it to jiggle, and when you push your butt towards his pelvis, he praises, âThe way you know what to do without me needing to tell you. How convenient.â
âWell,â you breathe out, âitâs not my first rodeo. But do make it the best⊠okay?â
âNo pressure at all, huh? Iâll try my best.â
You want to react, bring a laugh straight out of your throat, but Jungkook is faster. The reaction comes alright, but not as you wanted it to. But rather in a high-pitched moan, arms quivering when he fists his cock, guiding it to your leaking cunt, and rubs the tip between your pussy folds.
You reckon heâs testing out how eager you already are; you contemplate on telling him. On pleading, on saying something that might drive him to action. You donât mention a single word, though; only let your ass speak once more, steering towards him until he gets the message.
He must have.
Because he clicks his tongue as if to admonish you for your shortage of patience, though only briefly before he surrenders to the itch you cause. Scratching without hesitation now, he finally helps you lose your damn panties and then dips himself into you slowly.
Of course; with a length like his, thereâs no way youâd be able to survive a quick push. Jungkook knows to be cautious, penetrating you sweetly; an oxymoron in a moment like this. Your fingers digging into the sheets reveal as much; thereâs not much going on yet, but youâre already holding onto the soundness of your mind so desperately.
âShit, what the fuck,â you murmur, your turn to let out profanities; youâre sure this isnât your last. âYou scared of something, Jeon? Iâm⊠I have an IUD.â
âScared? No. Youâre not an idiot, right?â he whispers. âYou wouldâve told me if you couldnât do it like this. Much ratherâŠâ He breathes heavily between his words. âIâm taking you in, yâknow? Enjoying â fuck â how wet and warm you are⊠Gonna wreck you raw, though, no p-problem.â
No, your foul words were certainly not the last for tonight; his dick is just halfway through when he stops and another tumbles out of you. He drags the thickness back, then inside again.
Your walls are occupied to their last inch, and you know you could take all of him if you just gave yourself some time â but somehow, his care turns you on even more.
Goddamn, heâs good. All of him â his dick, his voice, his mouth, his touch. Heâs soâ nnghhâŠ
You have never witnessed his fingers do much more than take the pictures you love. Whenever he operates the button with his forefinger, flexing the inked crown above his knuckle, you already know the man has a talent unmatched.
But right now⊠right now you have an entirely different perception of these same digits.
Like, when he leans in a bit, still deep inside you, undoing your bra in a smooth motion. Or when he caresses your back, along your spine, contradicting the touch with a harsher, harder jab now.
And shit, when he pulls your ass cheeks apart, digging in further, fucking through your seeping hole until heâs covered in slick, too. It must look so good to him; incredibly memorable.
Your whimpers are quiet and gentle, matching the way he fucks you, only rising in volume when he decides to push another inch in. You behave; you whine softly; that is until all of a sudden, he pulls back most of his cock and shoots back in, colliding with your ass with a slapping sound.
Yelping, you hold the sheets until your fingers hurt, and he bolts forwards, a hand slamming your mouth shut and muffling your mewls. Way too close to your ear, he says, âSh sh sh⊠my God. Jieun has neighbours, babe â donât spoil her reputation.â
He proceeds to kiss the skin under your ear, taking your arms captive until theyâre pinned to your back. Fingers intertwine messily, holding your limbs in place, and as he frees your mouth again, you laugh â itâs all you can do to not feel too weirded out by the mention of Jieunâs name right now.
You tell him, âUse my panties then.â
âYour panties, huh? Do you want me to?â You nod, but heâs not obliging enough to give into your wishes. Teasing you to no end. âNah. Iâll justâŠâ
Jungkook doesnât finish the sentence; what he does is much more alluring, nearly forcing tears of lust to your waterline. He grabs the back of your neck, urging you to look at him, and just as you register his face close to yours, he kisses you again.
Your body immediately blossoms. You breathe as much as the kiss allows, yielding to his tongue. Let him push you down and into the mattress, imprisoning you under him. And he kisses you⊠kisses you⊠kisses you moreâŠ
Basks in your dimmed moans as he hits from behind again, hard. Sheathes himself inside you thoroughly and with impact; heâs enjoying the fact that you want to yell, but need to restrain yourself at this time of the night.
Because heâs right. You donât want Lee Jieun to earn looks in the morning because of you.
As if provoking you, he blatantly asks, âYou good?â
âYesâ yes!â
âMhmâŠâ
Heâs out of breath; can barely emit another word. But he doesnât waste any moment at all; kisses your neck, bites your earlobe. Pushes his hands under your body to get ahold of your tits. Fucks you into space, lifting one of your hands to your face, entangling his fingers with yours.
You shift up and down the mattress, just a little; the position, with him on you, doesnât allow too many extreme movements, and youâre more than fine with it. Thereâs something about him going unhinged on you like this.
But⊠it does awaken the need to retaliate, too.
So you use the opportunity when he decides to pause, running out of energy, gasping for breath. He leaves you empty and yearning, pulling back and sitting up, and judging from the touch on your tummy, you assume he wants to flip you on your spot.
Instead, however, you turn on your own accord, both palms that he held captive minutes ago shoving at him. He produces a strange sound as he falls backwards, landing on the mattress and onto the pillow with big eyes that almost donât fit his Greek God-esque physique.
Goodness, the damp dark hair. The abs. The pecs. The nipplesâŠ
You might dribble onto his sweaty, shiny skin. And you donât veil your innermost thoughts this time, straddling him as you say, âMy turn. Need to ride you so bad.â
He visibly relaxes; leads his fingers to your hips, thumb drawing patterns on them. His tongue darts out to play with the lip rings, and he eyes you up and down. Heâs taking you in for the first time properly, just as you are him.
Just as your eyes drifted over his muscular body, he now makes stops along the journey â your pussy on the length of his cock. The tits and the perked nipples. The ruined hair, sticking to your collarbones.
You wonder how he likes what he sees.
Probably enough if he can respond with something like, âI wonât stop you.â
Good to know.
So you take a comfortable seat on top of him, still keeping him down, lining up your sex with his. When you welcome him in again this time, you do so fully. No slow torture, no waiting. You claim your throne until your ass hits his hardened balls.
He says, not quite expecting an answer, so you donât give one, âYouâll kill me today, right?â
And then you start. Put in all the effort you can gather. He feels heavenly inside you, the perfectly curved length moving just the way it needs to. His groans and calls of your names sound promising, telling; you suppose youâre doing a good enough job if his eyes roll back like this.
The hands on your hips push into your flesh more, and when you remove one and bring it to your mouth, sucking his forefinger with your eyes set on him, he loses his shit. Starts pumping up from below, meeting your up-and-down ministrations.
âShiâ whatâ do you think,â he attempts, stagnant breathing, âyouâre doingâŠâ
But heâs grunting in ardour, so you donât stop; donât let him take over fully just yet. No â you roll your hips, bend your back, catch a patch of his hair and then angle your body to crash your lips onto his.Â
The kiss weakens his defences. For a moment, you do feel his nails bruising your skin, but another second later, his touch is as soft as a feather. Heâs so ultimately at your mercy that he lets you trace his abs and kiss his pecs.
Lets you get into a crouch, your palms settling below his chest for support. And then⊠then you navigate north and south, repeatedly, fucking him into you with vigour. He throws his head back, but then looks at you again, blinking fast before his eyes squint shut once more.
âThe fuck are youââ he tries, but you start circling his cock again, moving in eight-curves, seeking support in his biceps.
âWhat?â you voice. âNot good?â
âYou fuckingâ kidding me?â His lower lip trembles when he parts his mouth. You see it even with the lights dimmed. âThis is such⊠a good fucking pussy. I was an idiot to push you aside.â
Youâre too dazed to really pout, but you do hear the undertone; ask to clarify, âYouâre just saying that f-for⊠getting my pussy, huh?â
âWhatâ no. Fuck no. Look at me.â His hand reaches out, fingers poking into your cheeks, and he pulls you down to him, makes you meet his eyes. You slow down. âI wouldnât just do this for any pussyâ I⊠not with you. I donât just. I donât just go home with anybody. âKay?â
His words bloom in your chest like a bouquet of flowers. In such a vulgar moment, you shouldnât be feeling like this, but you canât help but acknowledge the warmth spreading throughout your body. Burning up your already aflame muscles.
You want to know more; so you query sneakily, âWhat does this mean?â
âWhat it means?â he echoes, words blurry, as if drunk. âThat youâre beautiful. And⊠honestly, kind of cool. So annoying but so fucking funny andâ hotââ
âI am? Look at this,â you say, still moving but tired; touching his face, his cheeks, his sweet nose, âlook at youâŠâ
âNo.â He grits his teeth. You donât know what comes over him, but heâs inhaling way too deeply, lightly aggressive again as he retorts, âLook at fucking you.â
And with that, he gets what he desired earlier; flips you over, climbing over you. With your shield lowered, you didnât expect this, and now youâre right where you began. And for some reason, the sharp jaw, the furrowed eyebrows, the starved look hits you even harder than before.
The many inches he sports fell out as he took over, but as he plunges into you again with embarrassing ease, something feels different. How he looks at you. How he touches you, pushing your hair back, kissing your lips with such softness.
And how he holds you when you finally see the stars you waited for, his face in your neck, his thumb on your cheek, his palm on your jaw. Kissing your shoulder, delighted as you seek an anchor in his back, tightening around him impossibly as he fucks you through your high and your broken moans.
âJungkookââ you repeat over and over, and in return, he mutters constant, âI know, I know.â
Again and again and again until his sounds become more uncurbed. Only syllables, rumbling, his chest vibrating against yours until he lifts himself up and retracts his cock.
His pupils shake as he jerks himself off, and you know what heâs seeking, quickly getting to your knees, helping out. You replace his hand with yours, sticking out your tongue before you engulf his dick rapidly.
In surprise, he lets out, âOh, fffââ
Shit, how he sounds. And how wicked he feels in your mouth, tasting like you, tasting like him. Wet and slippery, his balls hard when you cup them. And thenâ a mere moment later, heâs shooting ropes of white down your throat.
Youâll never get used to the feeling. You didnât with your exes, didnât with any other guy youâve been with. Itâs sudden, your gag reflex kicking, but you donât want to stop until he has.
Sticky and hot, you let him; look up to him. His jaw glimmers due to the sheen of sweat, and he holds your hand to keep himself upright. Nearly growls when heâs done, and then calms down bit by bit. Pulls out of you. Plumps back onto his ass.
Catches his breath; and once the two of you have relieved your burning lungs, you with your legs under your butt, you look at each other again. A sudden laugh. He lets his head drop onto his shoulder, and then shakes it before getting back on his knees, nearing your joyous form.
The last kiss of the night is endlessly more chaste. No tongue, no making out. Just a couple pecks, a hand around the nape of your neck, noses grazing. Once, twice. And then, heâs smiling again.
You tell him, âCanât believe this actually happened.â
âCrazy⊠right?â
âCrazy, yeah. WeâŠâ You gulp. âWe can leave it right here, though. Guess we were both riled up.â
He nods, humming, looking to the side. âWe could. But we donât have to. It felt too good to forget, you know?â
You gleam and glow; if you could, youâd curl your fingers into fists, screeching like an excited high schooler in her room, acknowledged by a crush. But you only press your lips together, corners twitching up, cheeks hot.
Then, you say, âYou know what⊠I might just agree.â
âGood.â Another one of his stares to the side, through the door of the room. âYou think we should very quickly and very harmlessly use Jieunâs shower? She probably wouldnât mind.â
âI donât think she would. But sheâd certainly know what happened.â
âLeast of our concerns,â he argues, getting up stark naked. He pats your thigh and then tugs at your arm, adding, âWeâll be tidy. And then we can rest a bit and leave. Am too fired up anyway.â
You know things might change again once youâve slipped into your clothes and walked out into the night air. Perhaps the passion was reserved for this very room, actually a result of unbridled lust and tension.
But you think itâs okay. Itâs okay as you giggle in the shower, flirting and bantering.
Because even if you part from Jeon Jungkook and all this as just a saccharine memory, youâre ready to seize just a little more of this stolen moment before reality sets back in.
5:12AM, Him
Whether itâs the numbers glowing on his digital watch or the fact that the two of you didnât rest as much as youâd anticipated after all, he doesnât know.
The residual heat of the past hour has warmed his body and relaxed his muscles; your touches still haunt him, crawling over his skin and sitting on his knees, tempting them to buckle. And your voice, your sounds⊠like a ghost in his mind.
And you urging him to climb the nearby hill with you, surprisingly steep, doesnât help. He doesnât know why youâd choose such a place at such an hour. The occasional forest around you is dark, chirping, and the road is empty.
Perhaps you feel secure in the presence of another; in this sense, itâs even flattering that you trust him this much.
But heâll admit that his still wobbly condition and this stop of the night are slowly bringing him to his limits. The blazer, at least, is already hanging over his arm, giving him more space to breathe.
Youâre piloting the way, careful, navigating with the help of the light beaming from the occasional street lamps. Jungkook sighs in a half-complaint when the road doesnât end, nobody around far and wide.
Youâre similarly out of breath when you turn to look over your shoulder, barely for a moment before you continue to escort him further up. Then, you encourage, âCome on! We just rested. How are you already tired?â
âWoman. Weâve been walking for a pretty long time.â
âUhmmm,â you exclaim, swaying when you pull your hair over your left shoulder, âtell me something. Whatâs your sleep schedule usually like?â
Well, shit.
Jungkook can already tell what youâre referring to, but the counterargument already sits ready in his brain, just in case. Yet, he hesitates. Studies his surroundings to make sure he knows the way back, stalling on purpose, and when you ask, âAnd?â
He answers, âUh. Late. I slept at 7AM just last week.â
âWhat?!â Your voice is high-pitched, in disbelief, and whatever point you wanted to make is stuck in your throat upon the revelation he divulged. âHoly shit, Jungkook.â
âYeah, but like,â he immediately works on justifying, making use of the comeback heâd already thought out, âI donât walk around town, you know? I spend these nights eating or singing orââ
âWoah. You sing?â
âYes, but. I will not sing to you now.â
He catches up with you in one long step, regarding your countenance. Even in the dim light and the pitch dark, he recognises the roll of your eyes, as if to say, âI wasnât even going to ask.â
But instead of vocalising that very overt thought, your answer comes as smoothly as silk, âItâs fine. You sang to me plenty tonight.â
Jungkook nearly chokes on his spit, disguising his surprise as in the hike reasoned exhaustion. His mind needs a moment to fix itself, but when the balance is restored again, he wisecracks, âYouâre one to talk. May I remind you of what you sounded like earlier?â
âYou can. But I do remember myself, thank you.â
Damn it. Youâre a step ahead all the time. He canât even outsmart you the way he wants to.
âWay to diss me. Youâre hardcore,â he complains, âand here I thought you were kind and sweet and all of that.â
Jungkook nearly retracts his statement, because you throw such a perplexed and disbelieving stare back that he shrinks, reprimanded, âCanât I be both? A woman can certainly be both, man.â
âOf course,â he agrees, hands up as if heâs being arrested, âof course. Youâre both, for sure.â
He anticipates more scolding and scowls, but it seems youâre satisfied with the response he gives. You grant him a pleased, lopsided smirk that resembles his own, and then sigh into the night air, long and deep before your breath morphs intoâ
A mixture of a gasp and a shriek.
âWhââ Jungkook blurts, barely registering the movement scurrying from the left side of the forest into the trees right of him. âThe fuck.â
And just as fast as your gasp appeared, it diminishes, too, turning into a throaty laugh. Jungkook listens in to the echo of the rustles, still seeing the bushes move; whether because of the animal that just flit past or the breeze, he canât say.
His eyebrows shoot up when he looks at you, coming down from the quiet chuckle, and he only realises that your elated joy stems from the way heâs standing right now.
He mustâve instinctively dashed forward, an arm in front of your body, shielding it with his. It was just a squirrel, and in all honesty, it is the two of you who are trespassing, disturbing the forest life with your presence at such a time.
Yet, his reaction mustâve been immediate enough to protect you from whatever loomed in the dark, and you seem to like it for some reason. Because as he clears his throat and lets his arm sink, all you comment is a fascinated, content, âWow.â
âUh⊠all good.â
âYes. All good indeed.â
Your voice is tinged with a combination of gratification and tease, as if youâre one utterance away from adding a little, âMy knight in shining armour.â
Instead, you bite your tongue and look around; Jungkook sees what you perceive a mere moment later. The surroundings clear, the forest less dense; on the left side, a vast opening appears, a wide path ending in a⊠cliff?
And behind that, the town.
If there was a soundtrack to his life, heâd probably hear violins playing right now. Reminiscent of the wind, perhaps accompanied by piano keys that sound like the softly glimmering stars above.
The picture is breathtaking. Not that he hasnât been at such a spot before â he grew up in a big, mountainous city.
But since he didnât expect for the hillâs peak to allow such art, heâs a little more overwhelmed than he expected to be.
From behind, he hears you say, âIn any case. Letâs rest here?â
âUh-huh.â
Itâs hard to avert his eyes. All night long, heâs only felt like this once; this marks the second time.
Gratefully, he walks up to where youâre making yourself comfortable, flattening your dress and settling your bag on your lap. You pull a thin, short cardigan out of it, slipping into it. Itâs certainly cooler up here.
And then, you pat the spot next to you, and he lets himself fall with a sigh; itâs been a long night, and despite the restful-not-restful hour you spent at Jieunâs, it feels as though heâs truly easing up just now.
Jungkook puffs out a breath and takes another look. Properly this time, blinking as if this could help his eyes focus better. Gorgeous. He can see the river from here, flowing through the town in curves, like a snake.
He canât see the entire city, but most of it; it goes up and down. Skyscrapers and then cosy houses like the ones before again. Mountains far away and the lights of the amusement park somewhere in the east. Theyâre the brightest of them all.
âWait,â he says; you oblige, waiting, watching as he heaves the camera out of his bag.
He only registers you from his side vision, but he thinks youâre wearing a smile; confirmed when you breathe to speak again, and his eyes drift to you, immediately decoding the pride in your sparkling pupils.
Why do you look proud? Then again, he guesses he would, too, if he showed you something that he loved and you enjoyed it, too.
Thinking about it, he kind of wants to do it someday.
He pulls at his lower lip, releasing it soon, blinking again as if to release the thought. Instead, he listens as you ask, âYouâve never been here before?â
âI donât think so.â
âHidden spot then.â
âItâs beautiful. Look there,â he points to a spot that you carefully follow, even squinting an eye shut; it makes him smile. âThatâs the ferris wheel in the amusement park. Can you see? Wait.â
The camera comes to use when he points the lens at the direction he signalled towards, nimble hands working on zooming in. The picture unfocuses before the lights of the amusement park flicker again.
Itâs late, he thinks; then again, the summer is coming to an end, the last nights used to keep such attractions open late. September will bring forth grey clouds again, leaving behind the prior seasonâs heat. Raining down on him, forcing the leather jacket out of his closet.
He likes it that way.
No offence to the summer whatsoever; but he likes the fresh gust dishevelling his soft hair. Likes it when the rain patters against the window glass so softly. He sleeps better that way, too.
Barely sitting for a moment, Jungkook already gets to his feet, nearing the edge until heâs kneeling on the ground. The distance has only faded by a couple feet, not much of a difference. But the feeling of the city nearing still persists somehow, tickling his mind just right.
He doesnât know how long he squats there against the backdrop of the luminescent sea, but when he comes back to you, youâre still sporting that excited smile, eyebrows high. Your eyes fall to the camera, humming when he says, âLook. There.â
He magnifies the picture, every spot of it good enough to pin against the living room wall. Carefully, he hands you the camera; surprising, because he regards this pricey piece of plastic as sacred. You probably donât know how big of a deal it is that he lets you handle it.
If you did, youâd never let him live it down.
You scoot closer, your temple now nearly touching his. You stare with an interest he hasnât witnessed too often before. People do not care much about pictures of scenery; in the age of media, how could they anyway? When every stock picture is already memorised and used to the point of insignificance?
But you â your mouth parts as you switch around, taking in details.
âGood?â he asks.
âBeautiful,â you sincerely mutter, returning the camera to him. You hold it like a kitten; perhaps you do know what the gesture meant. âThis is exactly why I wanted us to come here.â
The moment is so serene, like balm, and he nods along with your words, calmly conversing. So it takes a heartbeat to truly untangle your words in his mind and tie them with the meaning your intention conveys.
He assumed you were just showing him random spots of the town, to allow him a glimpse into your mind and to crack your true nature. All this time, he thought you wanted to lead him to bright spaces to lighten up his perception of you.
But what youâre doing instead is turn the spotlight towards him and what he loves.
âYou⊠did it for me?â he asks.
You, casually, as if the thoughtful act doesnât flood him with serotonin, reply, âYeah. To capture a couple pretty pictures. You really do love it, so.â
âI do⊠wow, thanks.â He pauses. Looks down to the buttons on his camera, to his hands; then back to you. âYou thought of it all, right? The nice places and the short rest at Jieunâs. Now this.â
âHmm, tried as much as possible so spontaneously.â
âThank you. Really.â
You return his gratitude with a polite nod, leaning away until you touch the backrest of the bench. Jungkook indulges in some more that nature offers, toying with the settings, zooming in just to observe sights from a closer point.
He doesnât notice when you sigh or when you zone off; or when your thoughts shift back to the minutes and hours of the night. He doesnât notice; and in return, you donât know that heâs still thinking about the intention that brought him here; that you were attentive enough to truly show that some people appreciate art.
There arenât only fleeting nights and then forgotten memories. Because this⊠this right here is a core memory.
Because of you.
Are you thinking the same? Are you proud that his enmity has faded, replaced by a tender smile? Satisfied that your efforts were worth it after all â a goal reached that you set for yourself earlier tonight.
Let me show you pretty places until the sun comes up, and if you still hate me by then, I will never talk to you again.
ButâŠ
Heâd love to talk to you again.
However, your mind hasnât quite drifted in this direction; in truth, he honestly canât analyse or interpret you at all, because the question you pose next is far from what heâd been thinking about.
âTalking about pretty⊠uhm. Did you think Jieun was pretty?â
Jungkook blinks. One eyebrow cocks up; the camera drops back onto his lap. He flashes you a squinted look, a confused laugh erupting before he asks back, âWhat?â
âAh, donât lie. Sheâs very pretty.â
âSure? She is.â
Heâs nearly forgotten what she looked like. But beauty is still perceived and remembered â he guesses he found her good-looking.
âAnd sheâs everyoneâs type,â you prod, âwhat do you think, though? If she didnât have a boyfriend, could you imagine liking her?â
Jungkook thinks about it. Not because he wants to, but because you seem to have found an odd interest in whatever attracts him; maybe your questions are leading up to something. So heâll play along.
âHmmâŠÂ Maybe,â he answers.
âSo she is your type.â
Or maybe, youâre trying to get something out of him that you want to hear specifically. You seem so shy about it all of a sudden; not necessarily an adjective heâd assign to you.
And coming from you of all people, he somehow does not find the topic interesting. Itâs weird; he doesnât want to talk about it; he doesnât care about Jieun, either.
So he shrugs his shoulders indifferently, lifting his camera up again. He points it at you, eternalising your surprised expression just when you open your mouth to leave out a shocked, âHey!â
âThatâs what you get for asking such strange stuff.â
âItâs not strange! Iâm just small-talking.â
âYou do not small-talk.â
âIt could be a deeper conversation if you just admitted it.â
He chuckles, turning his body towards you, half his leg on the bench, âAdmit what?â
âThe type thing!â
âSure. I donât just have one type, though, you know?â
The dispute brought your bodies a little closer, your face far enough for him to still identify his surroundings, but near enough for him to see your eyes twinkling. The light is dancing in them. And itâs much easier to focus on it when you silence like this.
Just for a second.
Because you breathe in again ten seconds later, lightly slapping the thigh resting on the bench. The touch is cursory, tiny, nothing to overthink about â but heâd be lying if he said he didnât want it to linger.
In some way, it still does.
You ask, âOkay? What are your types then?â
âDifferent girls.â This time, only one shoulder shoots up. His eyes match his pensive hum. âWhoever suits me. Pretty girls but also nice girls. Especially nice girls.â
âAlright, be honest,â you begin, mimicking his position until your leg lifts onto the bench, knee nearly touching his. Youâre warming up now. Finally spitting the true question soon, âDo you think Iâm pretty?â
Cute.
But heâs not giving in this easily.
He smirks; he feels the dimple on one side of his lopsided smile the moment you look at it. Youâre distracted enough â so he uses the mental absence to attack you with yet another picture.
For a couple blinks, youâre startled â but as he reacts to his own nonsense with a content chortle, proud of his prank, you sigh. His shoulders rise with his sneering joy, head low as he inspects the picture just taken on his camera.
He zooms into your face, mouth open and eyes wide. You do look so pretty, he thinks â better even since you washed most of your make up off. Yet, he canât contain himself when he shows you the screen, telling you, âYou look alright.â
You laugh, rolling your eyes and your gaze to the view; your giggles start quietly, and then mix with his. Beforeâ
They soon become part of a bad harmony as more voices join your very own night. Somebody is nearing. Jungkook hears the laughter already, but the road is curved and dark; so he canât see them yet.
You might not have expected this, because you push closer to Jungkook on reflex; just at the same time as him. He didnât know he had it in him to always stay so alert around you. Ready to throw himself at intruders.
Crazy.
But once the voices grow in volume, the two of you are soon met with a couple walking past. Theyâre in love, because amidst their titter, thereâs another lewd sound. Or maybe, not too bad; playful kisses?
Yes.
The guy â heâs smooching his girlâs cheek, releasing with a, âMwahâ each time. Your initial surprise soon fades and turns into delight; Jungkook sees it in the way your smile returns. And in the furrowed yet amused eyebrowsâŠ
When the couple spots the two of you, they gasp; the girlâs hand immediately bolts to her chest, as if she just encountered a wild boar. But she catches herself soon, apologising, âOh. Sorry. Weâre sorry.â
You respond with an, âItâs okay!â Jungkook shakes his head politely to shrink their worries. Theyâve walked away as soon as they came, but he still hears the womanâs scolding, effect lessened by the still occurring belly laugh, âI told you to calm yourselfââ
As the world quietens again, Jungkook huffs, tilting his head as he deduces, âSo late and yet⊠Not much of a hidden spot after all.â
âIt feels like an ancient hill to me. I donât often meet others here.â You breathe in the wind, then tongue your cheek. âThey probably didnât even notice where they were going. People in love never do.â
âI guess so.â
He guesses so.
Itâs been a while since he fell in love.
Your head bobs once more before you lose yourself in the skyline, sucking in more of the crisp air thatâll grace you in the upcoming months. Fall is upon the town. He inbreathes the peace, too.
His hands operate on their own; one last time, he lifts it towards you, peeks through the lens again, adjusting the focus until the object clicks again. Youâre not looking at him; he caught your side profile, this time not out of mock or tease.
He means it. And you seem to know.
Because when you look at him this time, youâre not mad or irritated.
Only look at him softly, a smile that truly matches the heights you took him on.
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Possessive
pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader!
summary: If being unattractive and boring were a choice, Wednesday would've taken those choices for the both of you when you started dating. But, can she really blame your admirers?
A/N: hi hello yes, I got motivation, then it's back to writers block.. this is rly short!! & this is kinda shitty btw but whtevr
Warnings!: literally none.. I think.. I hope.. Just inappropriate language! (?)
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Territorialâthat was what Wednesday is. Possessive of what's hers, you. But the world doesn't know about that little detail, now do they? As much as Wednesday would hate to admit it, she despises seeing someone talk to you with flirtatious glances and the intention to take you out on a date afterwards. You were hers and she was yours.
If she wasn't ready to tell the world that you were hers, then so be it, you waited just like you said you would. You were always careful whether it'd been in public or private every time the matter of being in a relationship was being questioned.
"Are you dating someone?"
"Are you single?"
And your answer would always end up being;
"Uhâ I have my eyes on someone right now-"
Which goes straight out of their heads!
"Oh? So you're single.. Okay so, I was hoping..."
And so on. Wednesday didn't like that, not when they're continuously asking you. That's what had been happening ever since she said yes to you.
Due to this, you were still that single popular outcast everyone wanted.
â
"Wednesday come onâ she was just confessing, it's not like I agreed to the terms of it, I just heard her out-" I pleaded while I chased after Wednesday, short legged people are literally faster than light.
Another day another confession. It's not like it was on purpose! Besides, I have a girlfriend!
"You barely acknowledged me when I passed by, why tail me now."
"You're not serious are you? I didn't want to be rude and just leave her while she confessed!"
"For this reason, you're saying you care more about her than you do, me." Wednesday's monotone voice laid no remorse, whatsoever.
"What! I didn't say that?!"
She halts in her tracks and stared me down.
"You implied it."
She opens the door to her room right after the intense eye contact she made with me. I had no time to react, she completely locked me out!
"Wednesday, please? Open the door."
I began knocking rapidly, leaning my face to the door, my temple making contact with the wooden door.
"Continue knocking and I'll knock all your teeth in, Y/L/N."
I swore my heart stopped beating for a second, I moved away from the door whilst hearing faint clicks of Wednesday's typewriter. I click my tongue in annoyance.
"Okay."
...
Nevertheless, the pain lingered with you, which proves just how much Wednesday means to you, you wanted to know what was going on with her life, all the time. Every time.
But, it seems the world only gave you a few hours of the day for you to spend with your girlfriend.
You roamed around the quad, feeling a little sleepy. So, you took the initiative to just lay down on the nearest tree and set a timer on your phone.
Your eyes were growing droopy and tired, a few minutes in the sun wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, what's bound to happen in 10 minutes?
.
Wednesday couldn't get you out of her head, it was like you were taunting her. She hoped you weren't too upset about her childish behaviour just a few moments ago. She was confident you'd be just behind the door waiting for her to open it, although.. The only thing was, you weren't there.
She hoped you weren't too agitated with her, now she's the one looking for you. Gosh, she just wants to hold you hostage with her in her duvet.
Searching for you wasn't hard, there you were, sound asleep by a tree, with the same girl heading your wayâ
That girl again? Can't she take a damn hint?
If Wednesday wasn't fuming earlier, well she was now. She wasted no time then began marching right towards to both of you.
"Hello."
You were a light sleeper, sometimes you were. Your subconscious lets you sleep soundly, occasionally.
"Uhm? Hi.."
"What's your business with Y/N?"
"Oh, I was just looking after her. She's out here in the sun, all aloneâ"
"But she's not, she's with me."
The girl snickered at her, as if mocking her.
"Finders keepers, loser." She sneered, in a way that shows that she was ridiculing Wednesday.
"Leave."
"Or what, Ghoul?"
"Or, I'd let my demonic girlfriend rip you to shreds."
That certainly had the girl look accurately close to Wednesday's skin color, her hooded eyes widening and her mouth flying wide open, with her creased eyebrows, was it out of realization or was it because she was horrified?
"You heard what my ghoul said, leave."
How unfortunate, she felt ashamed and left without a word. Wednesday likes being mysterious and secretive, but not about her relationship with you, not anymore anyways.
A/N: :)
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MY PRINCE CHARMING!
â synopsis. like all fairytales, the princess always has her prince charming. but they never really explained how that prince courted her.
pairing. 1A boys (katsuki bakugou & shoto todoroki) x princess!reader | genre. romcom, fluff | mlist
reminders! your quirk is "summon", so basically you can summon anything and anyone to your liking along with it under your control! :3 you an activate it either by saying it out loud or manifesting it in your head. (ex. manifesting a whole army and ordering them to take down the enemy is possible.)
KATSUKI BAKUGOU, who's very well known for being brash, tries asks you out with(out) aggression.
âhey princess, come over here for a sec,â bakugou calls out to you from across the classroom, reclining in his desk with his feet up.
right now, you can't tell if the nickname "princess" is just his way of being rude or if it's meant affectionately in a mean way with hidden sincerity. either way, you haven't quite gotten used to it yet. leaving uraraka and tsuyu behind, you make your way towards his desk; which feels like an eternity in his opinion.
âwhat's your problem, bakugou?â you retort, unintentionally sounding harsh. âwhat's with your attitude princess?!â he growls, âjust cause youâre coming from some stupid royal family doesn't mean you can talk down to the worldâs soon greatest hero.â bakugou says in your face with his stupid grin. but right now, not only is he standing a little too close for your liking, but small explosions are going off in his right palm. is he trying to have a conversation by threatening you??
kirishima interjects, sweat dropping as he attempts to defuse the tension between his best friend and the class's princess. âI'm sure she didn't mean for it to come off that way!â he looks at you, hoping for agreement. âyeah, man! you just need to chill.âŠâ denki adds on, but his voice trails off quietly. âalso, you should just spit out what you wanted to say.â He says the last part a little louder before whistling and avoiding eye contact with the hot-headed guy who swears at him.
âspit what out? a threat orââ âyeah! a threat that I'll crush you in training today, pretty girl.â
...
"bakubro,â" before bakugou can realize his mistake, you (along with kirishima and denki) beat him to it. âdid you just call me pretty?â
finally, it dawns on him. and he feels like dying when realization hits. âwhat? no, I didn't. I called you ugly.â ânuh-uh. you called me pretty.â âno, I didn't.â he huffs with a tongue click following, âdid all the tiaras and stuff you wear brainwash you and get to your stupid head?â you giggle slightly at his reaction as he looks away, hands in his pockets, ready to walk away from the whole situation. well, heâs trying to salvage his pride. youâll give him that.
âstop fuckin' laughing brat!â he yells, clearly embarrassment took over. âdude just tell her already!â denki groans, hands in his face as he's already frustrated with how his friend's so freakishly good at stalling a confession. âbakugou, dude... I'm just gonna hang with mina.â kirishima comments, trying to give the two of you some space alone. âyeah, same here," denki agrees while giving a sly teasing smirk to his exploding friend as they both stand up and make their way towards their pink-haired best friend.
and now, it's just the two of you. you in front of his desk, and him with his back turned to you, head down.
âuh, I don't think there's anything interesting on the floor for you to be looking that long.â you tease him, âshut up...â nice. you got him to talk. âis that all? so much for a threat.â
"go out with me."
so straightforward. â...speak up bakugou. I can't hear you!â I said... gooutwithme.â âstill can't hear you~!â âI SAID GO OUT WITH ME DAMMIT!â he practically screams as small explosions go off. nervous much?
also as he screamed at you, the multiple heads of your classmates turned towards you and the boy who's most likely going to blow your head off after kissing you trying to comprehend what they just heard.
âshow some respect towards your crush!â you deadpan, âshut it!âhe scoffs as he finally faces you. ââŠis it yes or no?â the now less embarrassed or angry (you really couldnât tell) asks quietly, surprisingly audible over all the chatter about the two of you.
âit would've been nicer if you did this properly,â you say. "whâ?!â âbut sure, I accept your challenge of beating you to a pulp in training.â ââŠâ bakugou stands there, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and a âwhat the fuck did you just sayâ with slightly pink blush visible on his pale skin.
â...It's a yes, idiot.â
suddenly, he can breathe properly and releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. âstop playing around, brat,â he smiles at you as you laugh.
he was nervous over nothing, just like what his friends said.
SHOTO TODOROKI, one of the most strongest guys in your class... no, in UA, verbally expressed he was amazed with your quirk?! is he flirting with you..?
âyn, please excuse my sudden compliment, but I must say your quirk is amazing. especially with your control, it definitely suits a girl like you.â the half-n-half user tells you, straight in the face even. you think you probablyâ no most definitely look stupid in front of him with your flustered expression, speechless too... âoâoh! you think so?â
...you wish shigaraki could decay this whole school right now and turn you into dust.
todoroki keeps his gaze on you as a small but evident smile shows on his lips. âyes, I think so,â he says in a more softer tone. you think it's much better than his stoic voice you often hear. âis there anything i said wrong? or made you uncomfortable?â you also think about how cute he can be without trying, and you hate it.
quickly brushing off his earlier statement, he sighs and fixes his stiff posture as response. âthat's good to know. I wouldn't like upsetting a princess after all.â todoroki smiles at you before turning his heel to leave. âI will be taking my leave now yn,â how nonchalant could he be? âtake care. I'll see you at the dorms.â
after todoroki bid farewell, leaving his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway, you found yourself wishing he would stay a bit longer.
âwait!â you hastily exclaimed suddenly, reaching out towards him with an arm, but then stopping with a twitch. the volume of your voice higher than you intended, making you shock yourself. todoroki turns around, puzzled by your abrupt gesture. it was probably just a reflex, he thought, dismissing the sudden movement. because surely, you wouldn't want him to stay for anything else, right?
in a surprising turn of events, you sheepishly invited him for lunch or dinner after exams, revealing your want for him to stay.
âum, sorry. would you like to have lunch, maybe dinner? sometime after training and exams.â
having practically asked him out, you blushed as he smiled, agreeing and taking out his phone. âwhatâs this for?â you inquired, still a bit pink in the face. âwell, I do need your number for our date, don't I?â the icy hot user replied with an 'obviously' look on his face.
if you weren't red before, you definitely were now; perhaps even resembling a sunburn. did he just activate his fire quirk or something? the air kept getting hotter the longer you both talked.
âoops! my apologies for that...â you muttered nervously, inputting your number into his phone, adjusting your own contact details as well. 'yn! (â§ââŠ)'
SAVE CONTACT ? YES | NO > YES | NO
âcute emoji.â todoroki plainly says, with a hint of adornment in his tone as he looked at your newly saved contact name. he thinks heâll start using those emojis often. âhaha, I know rightâŠâ
giving back his phone, you offer walking back to the dorms with him.
âI would like that, as much I like being in your company.â okay. he's definitely hitting on you now. âtodoroki... sorry for my sudden ask, but are you flirting with me?â you say a little quickly with a flushed face, looking the other way to avoid his gaze. as you do that, he stops walking.
noticing his presence gone and a few steps back, you look back and suddenly you see his expression as one youâve never seen before.
âtâtodoroki?â you call out to him with a tone tinged with tinged with a new found anxiety and concern due to his sudden silence. unsure if heâs flushed of getting caught or genuinely contemplating if he was or wasnât. but one thing you were sure about was how crazy the two of you must look, standing in the middle of a hall way going back and forth on each other.
besides all this, you hurriedly apologize for catching him off guard, trying to ease any discomfort you mightâve caused (you hope you havenât, or else you really wish the league of villains would take you the moment you leave the building.)
âohmygod, please excuse me for just asking that out of the blue, you really donât have toââ âyes. I was.â âhuh?â âI was actually flirting with you,â the dual colored hair boy who stands in front of you, smiling bashfully; his gaze struggling to maintain eye contact but always seems to meet yours.
âsorry, was I moving too fast?â todoroki asks you with the gently and sincere tone that you could listen to on repeat. wait, what the hell? heâs just trying to ease the tension between you.
âno!â realizing you responded too hastily, you try to regain a normal composure and talk to him; but your words fail to come out right âah, sorry⊠but no! you werenât, I was just⊠umâŠâ lord, your words were really failing you. so you think of the only thing sensible to get you out of this situation,
âwalk away from me!â you commanded him, and in doing so he does. involuntarily. you gotta thank your quirk for this, honestly.
âwh- wait, yn!â todoroki calls out to you in a shocked but confused tone, âturn me back, right now!â he says as his body still walks away from you, having no control over your quirk.
as you hear him ask to be released, you immediately regret your decision on using your quirk in him.âcome back to me.â
after hearing your latest command, he feels grateful as his body obediently changes direction and approaches you, coming within 10 steps. now standing before you, he nervously sweats, unsure of what to do or say. meanwhile, you avert your gaze, looking down as he gazes at you. âiâm sorry I was too nervous!âyou exclaim loudly as you attempt to leave, but he interrupts you before you can manage your grand escape.
âplease donât go,â he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. you stop in your tracks from the surprised by his sudden change in demeanor and how gently he reached out to your arm. looking up at you after a moment of silence, with kind eyes laced with a loving intent, he takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to speak. âwhat I meant was, donât be sorry.â he smiles, âand donât leave.â
you swear you feel a heart attack coming.
âIâm sure youâve already known, but I just wanted to say...i think youâre amazing. and i would really like to get to know you better.â you feel your heart skip a beat as you realize his true intentions. (as if he didnât tell you from the beginning) a smile spreads across your face as you reply, âI would like that too.â and in that moment, the nervous tension dissipates, replaced by a sense of excitement for what the future may hold.
âso what do you say,â todoroki starts again; âdo you just wanna start the date tonight?â he asks, a hopeful like look casted upon his face. who could say no to a face like that? you gleem at him as the corners of his mouth curl upwards more, feeling a sense of relief.
as he stands there, now going walk with you towards the dorms, he thanks himself for getting over with his own nervousness and complimenting you.
BONUS: âyâknow, I didnât actually know i was asking for a date.â you admit to him as you lean on the kitchen counter, watching your new boyfriend trying to chop chives. âreally?â he stops cutting, now looking at you with a surprised smile. âyeah, reallyâŠâ you chuckle, âI thought I was just asking for you to hang out.â your dual wielder boyfriend laughs, âwell Iâm glad I took it the wrong way and started flirting with you.â he sighs as he resumes to cooking. âyeah. me too.â you smile at the scene unfolding in front of you.
âstop fucking flirting. itâs making me sick.â âoh shut up bakugou.â
HI GUYS!!! finally posting this after itâs been in drafts since like may I really like how this turned out especially todoroki hehehehehehehheh can u tell I really like him. but anyways, Iâm thinking if I should do a part 2 with deku and uhh idk. but anyways!!!!! hope u guys like this đđ.
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Hi! I love the way you write and you seem really sweet. No one really answers my requests so Iâm not expecting you tođ. Why not try tho. Can I get a Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Half blood Reader. And the head cannons of our relationship and really go and do what you want with it. I love her sm and really want a good bit of head cannons of her.
Iâm sorry if this sounds rude at all lol. Iâm not trying to be.
HOLDING YOUR HAND
parings: clarisse la rue x fem!half-blood!reader
summary: that one where you date clarisse and what your relationship with her is like.
an: awww, thank you! you seem like an AMAZING person too, seriously! I loved your request, hope it turned out the way you wanted đ (note: I didn't specify which greek god the reader was because I didn't know if you wanted a specific one).
( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || main masterlist )
You and Clarisse have known each other since you first arrived at camp.
It took about two weeks for you to gather the courage to approach the daughter of Ares, which was odd for you because you were a social butterfly.
Clarisse wouldn't admit it, but she found it amusing when you came up to her and started to stutter, and to this day, whenever she remembers, she teases you about it.
After your first conversation, where you asked her to teach you sword fighting since you only knew how to use a bow and arrow until then, Clarisse gladly accepted. Her condition was that she'd only teach you if you joined her team in Capture the Flag, considering you were one of the best - if not the best, in Clarisse's words - at the camp.
Thanks to the training sessions, you and Clarisse began to bond as friends.
You talked about everything and nothing simultaneously. Clarisse felt she could be herself around you, knowing you wouldn't judge her.
Even if Clarisse was in the midst of a fight or giving orders alongside her half-siblings, she would stop as soon as she saw you, to come over for a conversation or to give you a hug.
She doesn't remember when she started feeling something for you, but she got scared that you might not feel the same and ended up distancing herself.
"Hey, Clarisse," you began tentatively, trying to keep your tone light yet concerned. "Mind if I join you?" She glanced up, surprise flickering across her features before settling into a guarded expression. Nodding silently, she gestured to the empty spot beside her. Sitting down, you couldn't ignore the tension radiating from her. "You've been a bit distant lately. Is everything alright?" Her gaze softened, a mix of emotions swirling in her eyes â a blend of vulnerability and the stubbornness that defined her. "It's nothing, just camp stuff," she shrugged, trying to brush it off. You tilted your head, offering a small smile. "You know, you can talk to me about anything. I'm here if you need someone to listen." Clarisse sighed, her guard starting to crack as she looked away, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on her shirt. "I just... I thought maybe I was getting too close. Didn't want things to get... complicated." Her vulnerability caught you off guard, but you reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Complicated how?" She hesitated, eyes darting back to yours, her expression a mix of confusion and a touch of fear. "I... I started feeling something... and I was afraid you didn't feel the same." Your heart skipped a beat as her words sank in. "Clarisse, I..." You searched for the right words, hoping to convey what you hadn't said before. "I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together. You mean a lot to me." She met your gaze, her walls crumbling slightly, allowing a glimpse of vulnerability to shine through. "Really?" "Yeah," you nodded earnestly. "Really." A small, hesitant smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I've missed hanging out with you." "I've missed it too," you admitted, relieved that you were finally talking about the unspoken tension between you. There was a brief pause, the weight of your unspoken feelings hanging in the air before you broke the silence. "So, are we good?" Clarisse grinned, a hint of her usual spark returning. "Yeah, we're good."
It was no surprise to anyone at the camp when you two appeared together.
During the Capture the Flag game, Clarisse always kept an eye out for you. While she was engaged in a battle with a Hermes kid, she ended up falling, and you intervened just in time, nearly hitting the boy with an arrow.
"Need a hand?" You asked with a smile at your girlfriend. "I could've handled it myself," she grumbled, starting to get up. "A 'thank you' would be nice," you offered your hand to her. She accepted the help to stand. "I'm holding your hand," she murmurs, taking yours, and you lift her, shaking your head, amused by her. Clarisse stops and looks at your hands together with a huge smile. Before you could say anything, a noise from the forest interrupted, and Clarisse planted a kiss on your cheek before darting off, leaving you standing there, trying to process what just happened.
Clarisse definitely loves giving bear hugs.
She would wake up earlier just to spend extra time with you without anyone interrupting.
When Clarisse's siblings from the Ares cabin tease her about being a lovesick fool, she doesn't even bother defending herself anymore because it's true, and she's not ashamed to admit it.
Your love language is physical touch, so she wouldn't mind receiving hugs and holding your hand all day long.
"Good morning!" You'd hug her from behind at the Ares table, planting a kiss on her cheek, realizing she was annoyed, then darting off to your own table. When you glanced back at the brunette, you'd see her with a huge goofy smile amidst the cheers and teasing from her siblings.
While Clarisse trains, you would go just to watch her. She'd try to impress you, but if she made a mistake, she'd be extremely embarrassed, yet she wouldn't admit it, claiming that the slip was part of her plan for that move that made her fall to the ground.
"And that's how you catch your opponent off guard," she'd explain as she gets up from the ground. "Yeah, right," you start laughing at her. "Hey, I'm serious." Clarisse brushes off the dirt from her clothes, trying to save face.
She'd dislike everyone else but seeing you would instantly brighten her day by 100% .
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My headcanons of the LADS Men catching you in the middle of doing the WAP Challenge A/N: MAKE IT DROP THATS SOME WET ASS PU- [Requested by: Anon]
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he would literally just stop and stare his expression wouldn't give away much, but you could see the shock in his eyes
"I was unaware you could move like that"
you would be embarrassed so he'd offer to leave and act like he didn't see anything
would continue to subtly tease you about it from then on
"Are you hungry little dancer?" "Yvonne has been talking about a new dance trend are you going to learn it?"
he eventually asks you what WAP means and turns as red as a tomato "I wouldn't say I need a mop per say, but I won't deny the truth" "ZAYNE STOP"
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no kind of shame that he just walked in on you he stops and watches with a smile on his face
is straight GASSED at seeing you move like that
starts singing along which is what catches your attention
"Do that to meeeee" wants you to do the splits for him all the time now
wants you to dance more often now
somehow ends up becoming your camera man after that
"you should learn this one next!" constantly finding new dance trends
finds hella sexy dances that he asks you to do, but only for him
"might as well just install a stripper pole at this point" "is that what you want?"
all it took was one dance for you to become Rafayel's pretty little dancer
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is shocked stock still watching you dance until you lock eyes and he turns around immediately
you chase after him and he apologizes for barging in "I'm sorry I should have knocked its just that you gave me a key and-" "it's fine Xavier"
he tries to avoid the subject for as long as he can
eventually brings it up "have you always been able to do the splits?"
proceeds to test your flexibility after that and is like a kid in a candy store
reads the lyrics while you're asleep because he got curious after you cut it off
"would it be rude to say that you have a wap?" "I need you to never say that again in your life"
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moves in silence so he just stands there and watches with a smirk on his face
starts laughing when you finally notice him
"don't stop on my accord I'm just a silent observer"
finds your dancing cute even if it was suggestive
"Your presence is making me nervous" "thats too bad I was enjoying the show"
sends you dance trends he finds online now "How about this one next?"
the next time you go to his house he has a dance studio there now and buys you a tripod for your phone in case you ever want to record yourself
will always leave you be while you're in there, but is secretly hoping you'll invite him to watch
is internally squealing when you start inviting him and showing him the videos "will you ever post these?" "probably not" "you should Princess. You dance well"
reads the lyrics to the song out loud slowly in front of you "macaroni in a pot?" ".....because it sounds like macaroni" "hmmm it does doesn't it?"
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads xavier#lads sylus#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#nikaaaaimagine
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i know, new audio so soon after the last one. @nyxtickled just had such a wonderful prompt for me, i couldn't resist. this one is a lot more dommy and nsft than the last one. kind of a brat taming vibe, though i definitely make it obvious i'm inexperienced in that area hahahah. i hope you guys love it, as always would loooove feedback (i.e. praise lol) in my asks. tell me how it made you feel <3
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i'll ask you one more time before i start. are you sorry? for what? for being so incredibly rude to me and calling me a fucker. you did, i don't know why you're even trying to deny it. you're so funny. you are literally smiling right now. you can't just say no, i'm looking at your face and you are smiling. shall we make it more obvious then?
this position is so perfect, i love sitting on your thigh. and it means i can feel how much you like it too. you have a wet spot. shall i press my knee into you? give you a little bit of pressure? maybe after i get your sides. aww look at you squirm. oh i guess it didn't matter if you're gonna move so much you grind down on me anyway. you are so naughty. i think you'll find i can pull away if i want to actually. looked like you were enjoying it too much. i want you to suffer for me. do you think you can do that? good, my little tickle slut.
as fun as that was, i wanna break you. i will. if you're so confident then you won't mind if tickle your feet? what? is it because i said tickle? i forgot you're like that. i thought you were such a strong brat? are you telling me all i have to do to make you flustered is tell you you're ticklish? aw, how embarrassing. are you embarrassed? you're blushing. you are. i can take a picture if you want. i should do that some time, take photos of all your best spots and post them and ask what people would do to them. do you like that idea? of course you do.
you've had such a nice rest, i think i need actually torture you now. what about if hold back your toes and i drag one nail up. and down. (laughing) cute. shall i add another nail? say please. okay, you only get one. i'm happy here. one nail trailing over your sole and to the ball and under your toes. lemme get between them. i know that pinky toe drives you wild. wouldn't it be so much worse if one finger was all it took to break you? i don't think your ego could take it. oh now you want more fingers. is that just too embarrassing? beg me then. say, "please, please tickle me, and make it bad". if you don't want to i'll just untie you. if you don't wanna be tickled that's fine. or you could just say it. are you going to?
you are so perfect. c'mere. if you keep scrunching your feet i'm gonna tickle the tops. what if i do the top and the bottom at the same time. ohhh no, your body is so confused, it doesn't know what to do. protect the bottom, protect the top, can't do both. lemme pull your toes back again. let me. good, see how sweet you can be? and now i can spider all up your soles. oh is it so bad? does it tickle? i know baby. you feel like apologising now? still no? what about this. if you apologise, i promise i'll tickle you until you think you'll pass out. does that sound good? yeah, you'd love that. so say sorry. oh what a good tickle slut. you have just given yourself such a gift. now spread your toes.
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I personally like headcanoning Peacemaker as still being just a little too similar to Darkstalker in some aspects. He's obviously still a good dude, in fact he's an absolute sweetheart, but there's still some...characteristics. You know what I'll list them for the good of my inner child
Kid gets big. And I mean big. He's nowhere near Darkstalker's size, but he ends up really tall and heavy for a NightWing, let alone one thats supposedly half RainWing, which are not overly big dragons to begin with. This leads to most dragons trying to convince him to move into professions that require big guys, but his strength still helps him plenty with farming. It does make some people ask questions, though
He's not as narrow as Darkstalker was. As Darkstalker grew, his features became noticeably sharper, more IceWing in body type. Peacemaker has softer features, however his face never truly changed. It's not as jutting such as in the jawbone or horns, but he has a much more defined face that seems to stand out on a rounder body. He's terrified a few dragons on accident who saw him from a distance or as a silhouette and thought he was Darkstalker risen from the dead. He never understood why everyone was so scared
Doesn't quite like the RainWing part of himself. As a kid, he was never sure why. Sure, some dragons weren't very nice about it, but his mom loved him plenty, he had some really nice dragons like Moon and Kinkajou who who were really sweet, so he never quite got why he was upset about it. Maybe he was still mad at the dad who wasn't there? He wasn't sure why he was upset about that, either. He got better after having a lot of talks with his mom and friends, but that little piece of self-hatred never fully went away, and he can't for the life of him explain why
Had a lot of imaginary friends as a kid. They didn't always have names, but they were usually dragons he made up in his head. Like a scardy-cat SeaWing all the other dragonets accused of just being Turtle, or an actually scary SeaWing, or a super smart NightWing who knew all the answers to everything! Sometimes he made up a new NightWing queen or played a pretend war with the other dragonets. Occasionally, he said his friend that week was a big shadow. He said the big shadow seemed kind of angry and sad, but his shadow liked to listen. He slowly stopped after a while. Some of his older friends started looking worried. Imaginary friends were for babies, anyway.
He still has Darkstalker's horns. Those never changed, for some reason. Maybe a little less pointy on the ends, maybe a little thicker at the base, but they were still very much Darkstalker's Horns. Hope & the gang silently freaked out about this, but when some dragon brought it up in earshot of little Peacemaker, he loudly proclaimed he liked his horns, they were all funky and looked kinda like mister Winter's horns! Mister Winter is kind of rude sometimes, but he seems nice, so Peacemaker doesn't mind looking kind of like him! Winter was tormented over this for months
Sometimes he'll just...say things. That sound a little too similar to what some other dragon was thinking. Or make random guesses that are very close to what will actually happen. It's never by much, usually finishing other dragon's sentences or predicting the next thirty seconds, but it's enough to make Moon twitchy. He just thinks he has good luck
Once asked Hope if he could ever have a little sister. He never asked again. He'd never seen his mom cry before.
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I JUST SAW YOUR POST ABOUT WANTING TO BRANCH OUT TO DIFFERENT FANDOMS
AND THAT YOURE OK WITH MHA
BAKUGOU X READER PLS PLS PLS
Like brat Bakugou x brat tamer reader, breaking down his rudeness until heâs begging for it. PLS I wanna fuck him till he cries pls
(Sorry for the hornyposting oops k bye)
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yesssssss!!!
Fuck yeahhh brat taming Bakugo let's go!
(This was my initial reaction to recieving this req, no shit)
Contents: Lil headcannons bout taming Baku! Hope you like em!
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, edging, mentions of overstim near the end.
Bakugo, his ENTIRE character, screams 'I'm a little brat' like nothing else.
So I can see him being rude to you, too, mocking and joking around about some of your habits to piss you off. What that dumbass doesn't think of, however, is the consequences of his actions.
You grab Bakugo by the wrists and pin him to the bed you two were sitting at, press your knee between his legs and push them apart, holding him down despite his struggles.
"Look at you, all riled up just from some jeering." He says, smirking and completely oblivious of his fate. "What is it, haven't taken you- mmf!"
You cut him off with a kiss first, letting go of his wrists momentarily to rip his clothes off of his body.
Bakugo wouldn't admit it if you put a gun to his temple, but he loves being manhandled like this. You're stronger than him, which is something he tried to be in denial about earlier, but not anymore.
So when you enter his asshole without preparing him, he gives up the struggle and scrambles to find purchase to ground himself.
You fuck into him, making his hips buck up into yours. You hold him down, and began thrusting into him at a pace so slow it has him losing his mind.
You're hitting all the right spots, and the stimulation is making his back arch and eyes water, but its not nearly enough. Bakugo tries clenching around you, trying to rile you up to get you to fuck him senseless the way you sometimes do, but you just hiss and tighten your hold on him, pace slower than ever.
And it doesn't take long for him to lose his composure and fall apart in your hands. He's reduced into a needy mess soon, chest jolting as his breath hitches, hands grabbing at your shoulders so tight you feel his blunt nails dig into your skin.
"More, ah! [Name] faster!" Is the only string of comprehensible words that he can utter soon.
"Oh?" You grit your teeth against the sparks of pleasure each thrust is sending up your cock. "You wanna get fucked, hmm? Then why weren't you acting like it just now, Baku?"
And he just whines, feeling your tip barely brush against sweet spot this time, the denial of that pleasure he knew you could give him so intense it made him see black spots in his vision that he had to blink to clear.
So he begs, he begs like the whore he is in bed, like the cock-addicted little slut you've made him, who wants nothing more than to have you rearrange his insides to the shape of your cock.
You take pity on him, like c'mon, you can't keep edging him forever when your own cock is pulsing with want, right?
So you bend him in half and plunge into him, your pace like that of a wild fucking animal as you thrust into him, finally giving Bakugo what he wants.
Bakugo lays there, his brain slowly turning into mush as you finally, finally fuck him, his moans loud even over the sound of skin slapping against skin with each of your thrusts, sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead.
I mean, the night is still young tho. Maybe you can overstimulate him next, rip orgasm after orgasm from him till his entire frame his shaking, till his dick is shooting blanks, till he passes out on the bed under you from exhaustion, leaving you to clean up the mess on the bed. Who knows? đ
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How to Make Friends
A more-or-less clear guide on social interactions
Growing up with heavy ADHD and generalized anxiety, it was always a bit hard for me to make friends and socialize. Despite my yearning for friendship, I was always "the quiet one" and "a loner", simply because I didn't know how to approach certain social situations, and it made any friendship I had extremely unstable (except for my sister @vive-le-quebec-flouffi, who was so extroverted and friendly it was literally impossible to escape her clutches of socialization)
As I grew older, I learned through a lot of trial and error what makes a good friendship.
Or, rather... what's the best way for someone to WANT to be your friend (without being superficial or hypocritical.)
Now, obviously, this doesn't work for everyone. But this is what I found helped me the most in social circles (especially online) and I hope it can help others too
LET'S BEGIN!
1 - Be yourself
Now that sounds very cliche and cringe, I know, but hear me out, because my opinion on this is not the same as all those feelgood inspirational movies and ads.
"Being yourself" isn't as simple as it seems. Because after all, what does "self" imply? If someone is, say, a criminal, would "be yourself" mean that they should embrace their sinful side?
No, obviously not.
"Be yourself" is a bit more nuanced, but I'll try to boil it down for you.
It just means "be unashamed of your qualities which you think are flaws". For example, "be yourself" would apply to someone who sees themselves as ugly, or maybe someone with an odd yet unharmful hobby, or a weird sense of fashion, or someone with say a handicap, a speech impediment. "Be yourself" is a sentence for the specific people who have genuine good in them, but are afraid to show it to others because they have been persecuted in the past, or are scared to be. It does NOT mean to accept genuine flaws. "Be yourself" does not include say violent anger issues, an addiction, a recent crime committed, or a generally unpleasant personality. Those are obviously not things to encourage. You can understand they may be a thing that happen to you, and accept it in your life, but that's different from being proud of it or encouraging it.
Speaking of personalities... let's talk about that
2 - Be kind
Now when some people hear that, they think it means "always smile no matter what, always look happy and positive, always agree with everyone just so you don't hurt their feelings, and never cause any drama", like you're Deku in My Hero Academia or Steven Universe in his titular show.
But that's... not quite that.
Obviously, kindness is something you use to help people feel better, to cheer up, and feel happy, and obviously to be kind, you need to have compassion, heart, empathy, and always put yourself in other people's shoes regardless of who they are. But it is not necessarily all-encompassing.
There's a rule that I think anyone learning kindness must learn. It's that sometimes, kindness means to be firm.
Not mean, of course. Not judgmental, not insensitive. Don't insult anyone, don't belittle or patronize anyone or make them feel inferior to you. That's still very rude and that's not what you want.
But what I mean is that sometimes, if you know that a person's actions towards something are wrong, especially if it's towards someone else, you must be able to point it out, and act accordingly. Don't just stand there and agree with them just because you don't want to hurt their feelings. You must still be able to know right from wrong. Kindness just means you won't be an ass about it, it doesn't mean to stay silent.
Hey, that brings me to point three!
3 - Show your own opinions
If there's one thing people hate just as much as meanness, it's those who stand by and do nothing about it.
Regardless of if you agree with them or not, if you say absolutely nothing when genuinely bad behaviour is happening, out of fear of "starting a fight", you are actively making the person who is being attacked feel alone.
I remember myself, when I was bullied in the first two grades of secondary school (11-13 years old for those who don't know) for "being ugly", I was told by my mother (who was friends with other kid's parents) that some of the kids "didn't hate me" and "didn't agree with the bullying". And I asked her "if they don't hate me, why won't they talk to me?" She never managed to answer that one. And it broke my heart, because outside of my sister, I had no one else.
Don't be like that. You may be scared of acting, but you know who would be grateful if you did act? The victims. And isn't their opinion of you much more important than the opinion of someone who acts with hatred and bigotry?
If you see someone suffering injustice, or even just hear someone who has a rather harmful opinion, don't be scared to tell them that you disagree. Obviously don't be an asshole about it, stay civil, but if you voice out your opinion, you will be seen as someone who stays true to their beliefs and is brave enough to stand up for them if the opportunity comes.
There's obviously much more that comes with social life (nonverbal cues, sense of humor, timing and mood), and I don't know everything (I'm just some random québécois girl on the internet). But I hope this was a bit more helpful. I did have fun writing this, at least. So I guess that's better than nothing!
#life hacks#tips#tips and tricks#useful#How to guide#How to#social media#social anxiety#anxitey#anxiété#adhd#actually adhd#adhd problems#neurodivergence#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#autism#autistic things#autistic adult#growing up autistic
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Just In Time | Frida Maanum
Summary: You and Frida decide to go to a party where not everything goes to plan
Warnings: creepy people, homophobia, alcohol, party things yk
You and Frida are getting ready in your shared apartment, the scent of her favorite vanilla body spray mingling with the faint sound of indie music playing in the background. Frida stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings, while you fuss with the shirt. She catches your eye in the reflection, offering a reassuring smile.
"Ready to go?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Yeah, let's do this," you reply, taking her hand as you head out the door.
The walk to the party is filled with light conversation and laughter, Frida's presence always a source of comfort and joy. When you arrive, the house is already buzzing with energy, music pumping through the walls, and groups of people scattered around, talking and dancing.
âWow, itâs crowded in here.â You state, a hint of uncertainty present in your voice.
âIt is. Just stay close yeah?â Frida replies, her thick Norwegian accent peaking through.
âDonât worry, nothings going to happen.â You reply, you werenât sure if you were trying to reassure Frida or yourself.
âDarling, I know you can handle yourself. Iâd much rather be safe than sorry. Just let me know roughly where youâre gonna go and remember: you have a phone for a reason.â She stays, matter of factly.
âRight. Iâm just gonna go to the toilet then alright? Love you.â You kiss Frida on the cheek offering her a smile to what she exchanges cutely.
On your way to the bathroom, you decide to take a look in the kitchen to scout out the drinks. You were by no means a drinker but you knew Frida was the designated driver. Which meant two things:
1. You could get tipsy
2. You could only get tipsy. Not flat out drunk. Or Frida would be on your back.
The kitchen is packed, but you manage to find a spot near the counter. As you pour yourself a drink (okay, just a quick one), a guy you donât recognise sidles up next to you. He's taller than you, with an overly confident smirk plastered on his face.
"Hey there," he says, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. "I haven't seen you around here before. Can I get you another drink?"
"No, thanks. I'm good," you reply, trying to keep your tone polite but firm. You were already feeling tipsy by now as you had spontaneously chugged down two solo cups worth. You knew Frida would be scolding you later - but that didnât matter right now.
He doesn't take the hint, instead stepping even closer. "Come on, just one drink. What's the harm?"
You glance around, hoping to spot Frida, but she's still across the room, chatting with some friends. "I said no, thanks," you repeat, more forcefully this time.
The guy's smirk fades slightly, but he doesn't back off. "Don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly."
You try to step away, but he blocks your path, his presence becoming more oppressive. "Seriously, I don't want a drink," you say, louder this time, hoping someone nearby will notice.
His eyes narrow slightly, and he leans in even closer, his breath hot on your ear. "Why are you being such a prude? I'm just being nice."
Panic starts to bubble up inside you, your heart racing as you try to push him away. "Leave me alone," you demand, your voice trembling.
He chuckles, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Relax, I'm not going to bite. Just trying to have a conversation. What's your name?"
You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you. "It's none of your business," you snap, hoping to sound more confident than you feel.
He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. "No need to be so rude. I'm just asking a simple question."
"Look, I'm here with someone," you say, trying a different tactic. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, come on," he says, his tone turning condescending. "Whoever it is, they can't be that great if they left you alone. Just one drink, and if you still want me to leave, I will."
You shake your head, backing up further. "I already told you, I'm not interested. Please, just leave me alone. And donât insult my girlfriend.â
His expression darkens, and he steps forward again, ignoring your plea. "You know, you're making this a lot harder than it needs to be."
"I don't care," you snap, louder this time, hoping the raised volume will attract someone's attention. "I said no. Now back off."
He laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Feisty, I like that. Come on, just one drink. It's not going to kill you."
Desperation starts to creep in as you look around the room, searching for a familiar face. "I'm not interested," you repeat, your voice shaking with anger and fear. "Why can't you just take no for an answer?"
"Because I'm not used to hearing it," he replies smugly. "You're not going to find anyone better than me here, so why not just give it a shot?"
You glance around again, feeling trapped. "Look, you're making me really uncomfortable. Please, just go away."
"Uncomfortable?" he scoffs. "I'm just talking to you. You don't have to be so dramatic."
"I'm not interested because I'm here with my girlfriend," you say, hoping that will make him back off.
His expression changes, a sneer spreading across his face. "Oh, so you're one of those. That explains a lot."
"Did I not already tell you that? And, What do you mean by that?" you ask, feeling a surge of anger mix with your fear.
"Just that it makes sense why you're so uptight," he says, leaning in closer again. "Trying to play the victim, huh? You think you're too good for a guy like me because you like girls?"
"That's none of your business," you say firmly, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just leave me alone."
"Come on, don't be like that," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "Maybe you just haven't been with the right guy yet."
"Back off," you say, louder now, hoping someone will notice and intervene.
"What's going on here?" Frida's voice cuts through the tension, her tone calm but authoritative. She walks up, her eyes immediately assessing the situation. Sliding her arm around your waist, she fixes the guy with a steady gaze. "Is there a problem?"
The guy looks between the two of you, clearly irritated. "We were just talking," he says, attempting to brush off the situation.
Frida tightens her hold on you, her eyes not leaving his. "It didn't look like she wanted to talk," she says calmly but firmly. "She told you to leave her alone."
"Mind your own business," he snaps, his bravado faltering slightly under Frida's intense gaze.
Frida maintains her calm demeanor, her voice unwavering. "She is my business. If she asked you to leave her alone, you should respect that."
He hesitates, clearly not used to being challenged. "Look, I'm not trying to start anything. Just having a conversation," he says, his tone trying to sound reasonable but failing.
Frida's expression softens slightly as she addresses him again. "Look, she clearly doesn't want to continue this conversation. Let's all just move on and enjoy the party, okay?"
"Whatever," he mutters, but he doesn't move.
Frida remains calm, her grip on you firm but gentle. "Did you not hear her? She's not interested. Leave us alone."
The guy's face flushes with anger and embarrassment. "I just don't get you people," he says, his voice rising. "Always playing the victim card. Maybe if you weren't such prudes, you'd see how stupid this all is."
"Excuse me?" Frida's voice remains calm, but there's an edge to it now. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," he snaps, his bravado returning. "You lesbians always think everyone's out to get you. Maybe if you tried being normal for once, you wouldn't have these problems."
Frida takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "We're not the problem here. You are. We're here to have a good time, just like everyone else. If you can't handle that, maybe you should leave."
"Oh, I'm the problem now?" he scoffs. "You two are just asking for trouble, flaunting your lifestyle in everyone's faces."
"Enough," Frida says, her voice firm but controlled. "This conversation is over. Leave us alone."
He glares at both of you, clearly frustrated. "Fine, whatever. You're not worth the trouble." He turns and stalks off into the crowd, disappearing from view.
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and turn to Frida, who is watching you with concern.
"You okay?" she asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Yeah, thanks. He just wouldn't take a hint," you reply, leaning into her touch.
"I know, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry you had to deal with that and Iâm sorry I didnât get to you quicker. Let's get out of here," Frida suggests softly. "This place is too crowded anyway and you need to get home before itâs dark."
You nod, grateful for her suggestion. She keeps an arm around you as you both navigate through the throng of people and out into the cooler night air. The drive home is quieter, but Frida's presence beside you is as comforting as ever.
When you reach your apartment, she unlocks the door and lets you in first, her protective instincts still in high gear. Inside, you kick off your shoes and collapse onto the couch, feeling the tension of the evening finally start to fade.
Frida sits next to you, her hand resting on your knee. "You sure you're okay?" she asks again, her eyes searching yours.
"I'm fine now," you assure her, taking her hand in yours. "Thanks for stepping in. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't."
"Anytime," she says with a soft smile. "You know I've got your back."
You lean against her, feeling safe and loved. The party might not have been what you expected, but having Frida by your side makes everything better.
âI canât believe he said all that. I know I was tipsy but it doesnât take a genius to figure out his intentions, in fact I think the âprudeâ may have done it.â
âItâs best not to think about it hey. He was a total dickhead but Iâm just glad your safe thatâs the most important thing. Letâs just calm down now and we can talk more in the morning if need be. Iâm here for you, you know that.â
The rest of the evening is spent in the comfort of your apartment, wrapped up in each other. Frida makes sure you're okay, periodically checking in with gentle touches and reassuring words. She walks you through your feelings, letting you vent about the guy and how he made you feel, always listening intently.
As the night grows later, she suggests you both watch a movie to distract from the earlier ordeal. You agree, and soon you're cuddled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over the room. Frida holds you close, her arms wrapped around you.
ââââ-
You wake up the next morning encased by Fridaâs strong arms. You both stir awake.
âYou know, now that you are feeling better, I think we better discuss you downing two vodkas eh?â
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Indecent
Ominis Gaunt x reader
Summary -Â Request for âIdk if this has been done already but I have this prompt where MC is changing and doesn't mind Ominis in the room (cause you know....blind). He hears the shuffling of clothes and asks "Ermmm MC ... What are you doing?". They reply " Changing, duh." MC is oblivious, doesn't see what's wrong with it and poor Ominis is there fumbling with his words, face red and lecturing MC even though he's blind they shouldn't do that.â
Word Count -Â 671
Warnings - none
A/N - short and too the point fluff
Ominis had just shown up to your room as planned since you were going out to Hogsmeade together today. You had been sitting on your bed with a book, distracted from the time and realized you forgot to get ready for the outing.
"Hey Ominis!" You greet him as if you had totally remembered he was showing up, hopping up you lead him over to have a seat on your bed.
"Y/N, are you excited to try out the new sweets today? I've heard they were imported." He flashed a bright smile at the thought.
You loved seeing him so animated, but that gave you all the more reason to hurry and get changed so you could head out.
"I am, I hope they have some of those cinnamon crumblies I've heard Natsai mention before," your voice was muffled as you struggled to tug your shirt over your head, the buttons only half undone.
Ominis cleared his throat in confusion. He could hear what sounded like clothes hitting in the floor and you stomping around the room in a rush.
"Y/N? What on earth are you doing?"
You froze on the spot, your shirt lay in the floor as you had been searching for your another in your drawers. You looked back at him and his gaze was fixed on you even though he wasn't actually witnessing you being half dressed.
"Um. I'm changing?"
You had time to take in his expression of shock before you continued your rummaging, not the least bit concerned about his presence.
"What?!" He closed his eyes for your sake, his face as red as beets.
"You â if you weren't ready you didn't have to let me in."
You shrugged pulling on your sweater and tugging off the bottom of your uniform as well. You laughed when you looked back at him, the color extending all the way to the tips of his ears.
"I can't really be indecent if you can't see it, can I?"
He tripped over his words, trying to come up with a reasonable reply, swiping his hand over his face.
"I still know what you're doing. I don't ever see anything, but I â that doesn't mean I can control my thoughts now that I know."
His thoughts were definitely going wild in his head, imaging what you had taken on or off at a given time. Had you been missing clothes when you led him through the door?
"It's not appropriate to not at least warn me," he concluded with a huff, crossing his arms.
You tried to take him seriously, but the anger he was trying to portray didn't lend itself to the embarrassment he already had written all over him. You finished putting on the rest of your clothes before you walked over to him, standing in front of where he perched on your bed.
You placed your hands on his shoulders and sighed, "I'm sorry, Ominis. I didn't mean to be rude."
He opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off before he had the chance to speak, "Next time, I'll tell you every time I'm taking something off."
He let his mouth fall open at your words, pushing you back from him to stand up.
"Next time?! There shouldn't be a next time. I mean, not that I â I â" You had officially rendered him speechless, he felt he was talking himself into the ground and nothing he could say to redeem the situation and get the lecture through your head.
"You're a bad influence, Y/N." He leaned his head up against a post of your bed in defeat, "Are you at least finished now?"
"Yes, Ominis." You grabbed for your robes off of the wall, "I am completely decent and ready to go treat your sweet tooth."
He turned around, attempting to recover the situation and return his focus to the candy, he smiled once more. You pinched his cheek before he swatted your hand away and hurried you out the door.
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enjoying your view? getou suguru
CHAPTER 3 from the Summer Fever's serie!
ft. dilf!getou and gojoâs stepdaughter!reader
warnings: use of alcohol (again,, lol), party, gojo being comic relief, reader finds someone else hot (they're just drunk), jealousy, risky making out, sweat, spit, oral sex (w receiving), breath play, soft!dom suguru but he is just really romantic, use of the names princess, baby, silly bun, love, kind of fluff and a bit crack if you squint.
words: 3.7k
a/n: hope u enjoy it :3
Lucky enough, friday night came like a blink of an eye and you had finally something to do other than mold by your momâs pool. Gojo almost fainted after hearing you were going to his friendâs daughter's birthday party, as if he wasnât the one who very much put you in Mimikoâs circle of friends. He, despites, seemed a bit upset for not being invited â and it perhaps was another reason why his dramatic ass almost fainted.
âItâs a young adults party, Gojo. And you are her dadâs friend. Would you want your uncle in nearly forties to get along with you and your twentieâs friends?â You try your best not to sound so rude for him to be more concerned, even though it seemed an impossible mission. Satoru was just so sentimental. âItâs not personal, Satoru. Donât be such a brat about itâ
âYou are so cruel with your words, jeez! Couldâve just said Iâm not the partyâs target group. Now I feel bad AND oldâ he sits down on the couch with a hand holding his chin, looking absolutely defeated. âIn your age, I was an unstoppable party monster, just because I got married doesn't mean Iâve got to become a grimaceâ. And then he keeps on grumbling by himself while scrolling through the tv channels. Your mom by his side could only laugh at his pityness. Poor woman.Â
Youâve seized the chance to go off home and get into your uber, whoâs been parked by your sidewalk for a whole five minutes now, while you had to deal with Gojoâs attitude. You didnât bother trying to explain the situation for the poor man working so the trip to Mimiko and Nanakoâs house was filled with the city sounds outside.Â
Their house were huge, and the amount of cars parked made you doubt the partyâs surprise factor. The door was wide open and the music as loud as the speaker would allow. A lot of people were dancing in the living room, and it made you question the number of people they knew and how many of them were actually friends â you wouldnât know that many people for your entire life.
The sisters were nowhere to be found through the crowd. You didnât know where to leave the present, and the more you got inside, the harder it was to find a space with no couple making out or a young adult drinking like they had two livers. So you go upstairs, hoping to find a safe place for Mimiko's gift â a sweet gold collar with a heart pendant. You open a door to find a bathroom. The next one, an office, smelled like fresh wood and had such beautiful brown furniture. You got too distracted to notice a figure emerging closer and closer right behind you.Â
âExcuse me, maâamâ you hear a low voice say next to your ears and immediately jumps out in fright. You quickly get out of the way, without looking back, say a whispered âsorryâ and go downstairs as fast as your shoes allow you. Your face probably looked as red as a fresh tomato right now. The man once behind you followed your quickie path with a smirk hidden between his cheeks before getting to his office. Thinking straight after a few seconds in the crowded living room, youâve realized you actually recognized that voice and perfume. It was his voice. It was his smell. You turn around to seek him on the second floor, but as nothingâs ever happened right in your life, someone brought you to a tight hug and got you back to orbit.Â
âCanât believe you actually came!â Mimiko looked a bit drunk already. Apparently, you missed the surprise. âIs that for me?â she says pointing to the small box in your hands. you don't say anything, just put it on her hands instead. Finally you gave an end to this poor box. She hugs you one more time and says lots of âthank youâsâ kissing your cheeks before disappearing again.
You go upstairs again, this time even more anxious than the last. The bathroom was empty, so it just left you with the office: you knocked on the door, no answer. You opened it, empty too. Just the wood smell and fancy furniture. The hallway, empty. The other doors were locked. No one was supposed to go to the second floor, as it seems, and you were looking for someone that obviously wasnât there â and at this point you doubted yourself and started believing you were frightened by a ghost. so you accept defeat and head to the kitchen to get drunk. It wasnât him, nor anyone.Â
You looked devastated holding your fifth drink sitting by the kitchen counter all by yourself. Perhaps you were too shy to be at a party, you thought. The music playing was trash, you didn't know anyone besides Mimiko and Nanako, and they were nowhere to be found in the crowd. The kitchen seemed to be the loser's spot: there were you, by the counter, alone, a man laid on the ground with a beer bottle in hands, absolutely wasted, his friend by his side trying to get him up, while their other friend threw up in the sink. What a night.Â
And you know what? fuck it. You're not going to spend your night sat watching drunk men throwing up. Youâre going to honour Gojoâs party rocker memory. You took a long sip from your drink and got up to the living room. Fuck the shitty music, fuck the shyness, fuck the ghost of the man youâre obsessed about. youâre going to enjoy your fucking summer break.
The improvised dancefloor was so hot you wanted to just take off your dress right there. Your hair sticking on your skin, the smell of sweat and vape smoke would have made you sick on any other occasion, but not in this state of mind. A man approached you, heâs blond, not so tall, but what truly got your attention was that he had no shirt on. You shamelessly stared at his abs.Â
âEnjoying your view?â he asks you. you nod your head, still not looking at his face. âYo. Iâm up hereâ he slaps his fingers in front of your face to successfully get your attention. He, then, grabs you closer enough to meet your lips to his. His hands on your waist as you closed your eyes to let him through âwishing, expecting. Suddenly, when you could finally feel his breath on your nose, he stepped back, and another pair of hands found your waistline, from behind. You opened your eyes and looked back, pissed off. But to your surprise, you are met with both black shirted chest and hair falling down the shoulders. You, then, look up, afraid to be who you thought it was.
âSuguru?â he smiles down at you. Your heart racing to see him again. Itâs him, actually him. All flesh and bones â and looking absolutely stunning. âWhat are you doing here?â you could see him staring down at the dude you were about to kiss. He looked even more surprised. âSorry, man, didn't know she was with someone. My badâ he said, frightened by Suguruâs piercing stare and height, and left without looking back. You turned around to match the raven haired manâs embrace. You just looked up at him, not believing he was actually there at all.
âEnjoying your view?â He repeats the strange manâs words, and you smile openly at him. You nod again, but this time looking deeply into Suguru's eyes. He smiles too, and your heart absolutely melts. You were getting even drunker on his perfume, his voice blurring the loud music playing around. You whispered an almost inaudible âyesâ to him, completely dazed by his presence and he could see it. âWhyâs that everytime I meet you, youâre drunk, princess?â
âIâm not drunk!â you tried to defend yourself. He arched his eyebrows at you.âThen why were you about to kiss that tiny naked man, huh?â his voice was lower than it normally sounded like, and he seemed truly bothered about it.
âYou saw him approaching me. Why didnât you come on first, huh?â you mimic him and arch your eyebrows back. Suguru swallowed dry and looked away, his grip on you loosening.
âBecauseâŠâ he looks back at you, uncertain. You could see in his eyes that something was going on. You only looked back at him, waiting for an answer. â...Because we shouldnât do it here. I shouldnâtâ he seemed sincere, for your importunity.
âAnd whyâs that? Who says so?â You get his face in your hands, feeling the soft and almost perfectly shaved skin. âItâs a goddamn party! Itâs the exact place to do so. Only if you are here with someone elseâŠâ and you loose your hands. He quickly puts them back on his face and deeps his gaze.
âNo. itâs not that.â he says right after you, laughing a bit â more like a nervous laugh than anything. âItâs just that⊠I donât knowâŠâ you come closer to his face, standing on tiptoe. You could see him flushing a bit, and it makes you smile.
âYou know nothing.â and you kiss him, as youâve been dreaming for weeks now. And it felt just like the first time: just right, absolutely right. You really donât know what was making him feel so insecure, but as the kiss deepens, he seems to forget about it more and more. His hand tightens again, and one meets the back of your head, gripping the hair from your skull in a delicious tight. You moan on his lips, your eyes shut, just feeling him over your skin again. His hand on your waist goes down to your ass, squeezing it as hard as you bit his lips. It was starting to get dangerous and you knew it. âIs there⊠somewhere elseâŠ?â you break the kiss to ask, breathless, finally opening your eyes. His lips were red and swollen, his gaze low down at you. He looked as starvelling as you.Â
Suguru doesnât say anything, just takes your hand and leads you away from the crowd, looking all around, afraid to find Mimiko or Nanako on the way, while you had no thoughts in your head at all, absolutely clouded, just following him wherever he takes you. And it is upstairs again. You look back, feeling like breaking some rule for going to the second floor again, but the black haired man didnât seem to care about it. He opens the door that leads to the office where you first remembered him today. âIâve been here, and heard someone talking to me with your exact voiceâ you confessed to him while the door was being closed.Â
You watch him coming to you slowly, the anxiety growing at each step he takes. You could feel your heart beating on your mouth. It was finally happening: youâre finally alone with Suguru. You take a step back until you bump into the office desk, a gasp coming out your lips. He meets you, taking your legs up so you could sit on the desk, a few papers and pens falling down on the floor, but neither of you seemed to care. He puts himself between your legs, pulling your dress up your hips, as his face comes closer to your ears. His delicate hands pushing your already dry hair aside. âYes, silly bunâ, âcause it was meâ and then kisses your neck slowly, exploring your skin and smells. How silly of you to think it was a ghost, indeed. You could feel him smile between kisses, but you were a bit concerned.
âDonâtâŠâ you try to advise him, for you were all sweaty and sticky just now. You move away your neck, which he didnât seem to enjoy. âIâm dirty, Suguru.â He listened to you unpleasantly, and gripped a hand on your throat smoothly, as looked deep into your eyes. His mood suddenly shifted â he was mad at your insecurities.
âI donât fucking careâ your view became blurred. âI want you, I donât care about a fucking sweat.â you groan to him, trying to pull your legs together, to have a little release, but his own are in the way. It doesnât pass unnoticed for him, though, as you feel his knees tight in your panties. He never looked away, his gaze seemed to pierce your soul apart, like a devil you gladly let be corrupted by. You wanted more of him, he wanted more of you; your lusts exploding within the walls. No closeness seemed enough.Â
 âOpen your mouth, princessâ you do as he commands, but he wasnât satisfied yet, âtongue outâ he hards the grip once again. As you show your tongue, he comes closer to you and spits on it, making your eyes widen. âSwallow it.â you pleasurably do, his hot and transparent fluid going all the way down your throat to heat your neglected pussy. He smiles and lets go of your neck, you feel like breathing for the first time of your life again. âFelt good, right?â Suguru glances at you while you nodded at him like a trained puppy. And he kisses you, deeply, almost greedy for it.Â
His kisses started to go down your chin, neck, collarbone, and when you blinked again your dress strap was in your elbows and his mouth on your chest. âYouâre just so beautiful, princess. So fucking beautiful.â he squeezes your waist, with his face hidden between your tits. âI could stay here foreverâ He said âmore for himself than for you, kissing all the way down to your bellybutton, as getting on his knees, slowly. His hands pulled your panties down and you missed him putting them in his jeans pocket.Â
Suguru puts your dress up your hips and sighs at the glance of your naked pussy dripping wet for him, and only him. He really wanted to stay there for eternity: with your knees on his shoulder, his face deep between your legs and your delightful whimpers. He didnât know why you messed so much with his head, why he got so obsessed with you since the day you first met. Why did his heart race when he saw you again opening the door for his office and it melted when you ran away. He wasnât supposed to leave the second floor tonight, wished to let his children enjoy their party without a boring parent present. Until he saw you and, then, risked everything just to get to your embrace once more. He knew that if one of his daughters saw you two, would never forgive him. But Suguru knew, too, that you felt the exact same for him: you eagerly, abruptly wanted him close to you. Perhaps it was for your sudden separation previously to blame; the almost that never was in the bar. Your willingness grew immensely, even more for the feeling of never seeing each other again, but now that you did, surprisingly did, it needed to be barbarously released.Â
âHold my hair back, loveâ Suguru gets your wrist, puts it on top of his head and goes back to work. You try, between groanings and shaking hands, to lock his hair strands in a messy bun. Your grip tightens everytime his tongue pressures harder on your aching clit, and the vibrations of his moans makes your mind clouded by lust. Looking down at Suguru you could see how freaky pussy drunk he actually was: his grip on the fat of your thighs so hard you knew itâd leave a bruise or two, half of his face was wet and spittle ran down his chin. He shaked his tongue like a beast, drank on your floods as if heâs been thirsty his whole life. You felt somewhere else in between him and your pussy. He was clearly doing it because he fucking loved to, not only for yours, but for his pleasure too âand it turned you on like nothingâs ever done.Â
âSugu, please,âfuck, iâm so close, please, pleaseâŠ!â you whined so many âpleaseâsâ for him with such a crying voice he just couldnât stand not giving you what you wanted. He grabs your hips and gets you up from the table, making you choke. You had your elbows holding you on the table and your legs stuck on Suguruâs ears, your hips floating in the air with only his arms to hold. You were starting to actually worry about his breath, though neither did he care.Â
For the first time, he distanced himself from your clit. The lack of stimulation made you look down at him breathless, helpless. He looked at you with a smirk, his face red and soaked. âYou wanna cum, babe?â you nod at him greedily; his smirk grows and he mimics your nod slowly, saying a âyeah?â Â
âYeah. YeâPlease, Sugâ, pleasâ makeâm cum, was so close, sâcloseâ you had no breath to speak properly but knew he could understand you. He gathered his saliva and spat right on your swollen clit, then gave your ass a spank.Â
âthen fucking do it, but I want you cumming looking right into my eyes, you understand, baby?â you nod and get your grip back on his hair, using it to maintain your balance. You felt a wave coming so hard from your tiptoes to your scalp; his twilight eyes looked straight into yours until your vision went blurry, and black, and sparkling, and your body shaked like never before. Mind blank, legs weak, eyes rolling back. Suguru kept his mouth deepening your orgasm till you pushed him away, trembling, breathless. You had such a dumb face on, he couldnât help laughing. You looked back as if asking him what was so funny. He kept his laugh and carefully helped you stand still again â though your legs were still shaking, so the raven haired man never left his grip on your waist.
âIâm not laughing at you, baby.â but he still had a smile on. âitâs just that youâve been fucked so stupid by my tongue, I didnât know you were going to cum so hard.â your face went red with his words. How could he be just so shameless?
âS-stop saying that! Itâs embarrassing.â you cover your burning red ears to protect yourself from his filthiness â not resting long, as he takes your hands within his chest, only making you blush more for the contact with his warmth. You didnât want to look at his face and Suguru noticed that.
âLook at me, princess. We did nothing wrong, Iâm happy that I could make you happy.â he speaks so sweetly, grabs your chin so gently to get closer to your gaze, almost as coercing you to look back at him â and you do. Your cheeks burning as found by his sharp eyes. Heâs just so, so gorgeous. All of him, looking back at you so tenderly. âThereâs nothing to be ashamed of, okay? You did a great job, little one.â his left hand stroking your hair as the right one kept your two hands still on his chest. You loose one up to stroke his silky brunette hair strands too. He smiles genuinely and kisses you, but this time, it felt way more meaningful. Suguru was, indeed, starting to feel something about you. Even if he didnât want to admit it to himself â like, heâs seen you twice now, how could he feel something, right? Right?
âSuguruâŠâ he left his wonders to the sound of your voice so close to his lips.Â
âYes, love?â you two kept your eyes closed.
A brief silence. A laugh.
â...Your face smells like⊠vaginaâŠâ and you open your eyes nearly together.
âI canât believe you just fucking said that.â he said, serious. You thought he was mad at you, until a loud stuck-up laugh escaped his mouth. You laughed too, â in relief. âvagina? oh, my goodness.â he was losing his shit now, holding on his knees, his strength evaporating his body. You didnât know if kept laughing or helped him up, starting to feel a bit embarrassed again.
âSuguru, stop! But thatâs itâs name!â
âI know, I know, sorry. I wasnât expecting you to say that, of all things.â Suguru cleans a tear running down his cheek and standed up again by your side. âof course it does, princess, I just ate the fuck out of yourâ he pauses, biting his lip not to laugh â...vagina.â you slap his shoulder. How dare he make fun of you? Damn you, Suguru. You end up laughing with him, though. You didnât know that side of him yet, he looked really loosened up; perhaps the alcohol in your blood has been passed to him, somehow? You took advantage of his looseness to ask something youâve been wondering the whole night:
âSo, Sugu, where do u know Mimiko from? Sheâs, like, waay younger than you. Are you a kind of cousin or something?â and there it is, the question Suguru was afraid of the most. He wasnât ready for you to know about it, he didnât wish to scare you away; just when you were getting along so nicely. The deep breath he takes after your questioning makes you feel a bit insecure he was, indeed, trying to avoid this subject.
And just when he was about to speak, his phone vibrated inside his pocket and the atmosphere suddenly changed in the room. A deadly silence as soon as he sees whoâs calling him â you failed in trying to see it. Suguru murmurs a very low âfuckâ to the blue screen and looks back at you, as saying âsorryâ with such doggy eyes. You say that it is okay and he kisses your forehead fastly. âItâs from work, I really gotta go, baby. Sorry for that. You know how to go back down there, right?â you nod as he turns around to go. But something stops him just before closing the door behind you: âPlease, donât kiss any other ugly, short and stupid boy while Iâm out.â you nod to him for the last time that day, looking upset. âPromise?â he was looking into your eyes, even as you looked away. He knew you were disappointed, but he wasnât going to leave while you didn't answer him back.Â
You look into his eyes from afar, âYes, I promise, Suguru.â He gives you an honest smile before leaving.Â
âGood girl.â
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could you do headcanons for dabi whoâs with a s/o that is a really kind and giving individual. he didnât like it at first and he thought his s/o being so kind to people who were less fortunate like the homeless was a bad thing but he starts to pick up on their behavior and his s/o catches him doing something nice for something and they both realize heâs started to pick up after his s/o
Ooo, yes, absolutely! I feel like I can relate to this very well. I can already imagine all the things he'll say. I'm sorry this took so long. I've been trying to focus and take a bit better care of myself than I have been, especially with the carpal tunnel. I hope all of you will enjoy these anyway. I feel so bad about not posting here or on my A03. Thank you so much for your request! Please enjoy this, Dabi Goddesses!
Pairing: Dabi w/ S/O that is really kind and giving
Headcanons or one-shot? Headcanons with a small written scenario
Rating: SFW! Warning though! Dabi is sweet at the end and may steal your heart.
"You know they're just going to take advantage of you, don't you? You really need to set boundaries, doll."
At first, it really bothers him how kind and selfless you are and also maybe even makes him a little jealous.
And, he can sound very harsh and occasionally really hurt your feelings sometimes with things he says when he nags you about it, but he really means well.
He really doesn't want to see anyone hurt you or take advantage of you. EVER.
"You really are too kind for your own good. It's going to cause you a lot of trouble one of these days."
"You're such a pushover. You couldn't even tell someone, "No" even if you wanted to."
When he sees he hurts your feelings or upsets you, he does feel bad after, however. Believe me.
After a while though, he really grows to admire you and appreciate you.
After all, it takes a lot of courage to keep being yourself and being selfless, even if sometimes you do get hurt in the process.
You do eventually learn to set some healthier boundaries that Dabi takes note of, and he's proud of you, but he also grows to love how sweet you are.
Eventually, you both don't realize you've rubbed off and made him "softer" a little bit.
One day, you are out of the apartment when you hear a child crying. At first, you think Dabi may have said something rude without meaning to, and upset them, but a glance at the scrapes and blood on their knees proves otherwise. Dabi has kneeled down before them carefully.
"Did you go and hurt yourself there, little bit?"
The little one looks up at him with red and puffy eyes, still rubbing at them, and nods meekly.
"First, I need you to get up...C'mon. You can do it."
Dabi reaches out a hand gingerly and helps the young one to their feet carefully as you watch.
"Wanna see something cool to distract you from the pain a little bit? I'm gonna have Y/N go get you some band-aids and ointment."
Another nod in agreement. Dabi takes in a deep breath and carefully kneels back down to the child's height before he holds out a hand and gently alights a small cerulean flame ablaze in his palm. He glances at you carefully.
When you come back with the band-aids and medicine, you notice the child's laughter filling the air. The child is now fully seated on his lap with him carefully juggling the fire around them.
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Now bandaged up and much more dry-eyed and content, the mother soon arrives. It turns out the little one had gotten separated in the rush hour of people. She's surprised to see Dabi entertaining her child so well, despite his looks, but offers him a gentle smile and thanks you both softly as she gathers the little one into her arms.
As they're walking away, Dabi just casts his eyes over you.
"Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" you smile.
"THAT. Stop it."
You giggle softly at him.
"...Maybe it's not so bad."
"Hm?"
"Maybe it's not so bad being just like you...every once in a while."
You can only smile in return as he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers.
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AOT veterans men and random things/kinks they do during sex
Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith and Miche Zacharias x fem!reader (NSFW 18+, minors dni)
Levi
Marking, Levi bites on any skin that he puts his lips on. He likes having you in missionary not only because he can see the pleasure he brings you and kiss you but because he gets a chance to color your neck in dark purple marks that will stain your skin for days. He won't spare your thighs, stomach and hips either. "Mmm look at that, are you going to cover up these? Or let the whole world see how much you love being marked by me."
Spanking, especially in doggystyle, Levi's hand comes down harshly against your skin leaving red prints behind as he fucks you roughly. He also loves spanking your thighs while eating you out. As soon as your thighs try to close around his head, he lands a harsh slap on your skin. "Be a good girl, keep those pretty fucking legs spread."
Overstimulation, Levi likes the thought of being the only thing in your brain and he won't stop until he hears you say it. You have cum countless times around his cock, his tongue,but Levi wasn't yet satisfied. His fingers work on you at a ruthless pace, your thighs shake, and filthy moans leave your swollen lips. "Gonna cum again for me yeah? Gonna show me how much you love it when your Captain makes you cum yeah? Scream my fucking name."
Choking, Levi enjoys choking you during sex, any position where he can grab your neck is good for him. His rough thrusts make you roll your eyes back, whimpers leaving your lips. "Why the useless stupid sounds baby? I already know that you love getting fucked like a whore."
Degradation, Levi can be very mean at times especially if he thinks that you deserved it, he usually praises you, so you learned to take it as punishment if he gets rude with words. His cock pounds into your mercilessly, almost making you scream. "You're nothing but a slut aren't you? A slut for my cock, I can be the worst man on earth and you would still let me fuck you into oblivion."
Erwin
Cockwarming, Erwin loves having you ride him while he is busy with work and he also loves halting all of your movements and having your warm walls wrapped around his cock. No matter how much you beg for him to move, he doesn't. "Don't get ahead of yourself dear, I'm the one in control, and if you keep complaining It'll be like this for the rest of the night."
Belly bulge, his blue eyes land on the little bulge that appears when he pushes his thick cock deep inside of you. He can't help but put his hand against it, pressing down on it, watching you lose your mind beneath him. "Look at how deep inside of you I am darling, look."
Authority kink, Erwin gets extra into it if you call him Commander. He enjoys the fact that he has this power over you on and off the bed. As soon as you call him by his name, he stops moving taking your jaw and making you look at him. "That's not my name is it? Already forgot who I am I see, let's change that."
Creampie, he has absolutely zero shame about it, the sight of your legs shaking as his cum drips out of you will always be his favorite. Erwin cums deep inside of you and sometimes even hopes that your belly will be growing with his child. "Gonna breed you sweetheart, wanna make me a daddy? You'll look so pretty with my children inside of your belly dear."
Blindfold sex, again Erwin loves control and there is nothing better than seeing you with your eyes covered as he has his way with you, slapping your dripping cunt before diving his head between your thighs. "You want to see me? Too bad, I'll have you shaking and crying once I'm done with you my sweet."
Miche
Nipple play, his big hands love teasing and playing with your nipples. Miche will always take his time when his mouth is on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your buds and sucking them gently. "I haven't even touched you where you need me most and you're already cumming? Naughty girl."
Size kink, Miche is a big guy and he enjoys manhandling you like no one else. He picks you up so effortlessly and slams you down on his cock, your body looks small to his in comparison. "My word how easy you are to break, look at how wet you are."
Praise, as much as he loves being rough with you, Miche is a gentle giant. He would kiss your face in little pecks and whisper in your ear. "You're taking me so well, love. Such a good girl for me. I'll give so much more if you want."
Gagging, he has his hand tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him in your mouth, don't worry he knows what to do. He presses you further down onto his cock and you gag slightly, drool dripping down the side of your lips onto him. "You love it don't you? When I choke you on my cock like that, good girl."
Bondage, a piece of advice, don't piss him off or else you're in for a ride. Miche has you tied to his headboard as he ever so slowly makes his way between your thighs. "Have I not told you to behave? If you moan once, I'll put a gag in your mouth understand? Let's see if my pretty girl can handle it."
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It's Supposed to be Fun, Turning 21
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Peter, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Warnings: Slight angst & mentions of alcohol
Word count: 1,700
A very tired Y/n stumbled over the bumpy sidewalk of New York, cursing under her breath whenever she nearly stepped in a puddle. Her purse was crossed along her body and a bottle of wine swung from her hand.
She made her way home quickly and in annoyance, not wanting to be out any longer than she had to. With that in mind, she took a shortcut through an alleyway.
"Ma'am, stop right there!" A voice behind her shouted. She hesitantly turned, about to blow the person off, before she saw the city's masked hero within a few feet's distance.
"Holy shit! Oh, fuck did I do something? If it's the wineâ I'm legally allowed to own it! And I have my ID, so please don't arrest me. I'm not even drunk!â a startled Y/n shouted.
"No, no! Itâs okay," The vigilante approached her.
"Oh, okay," She said, touching her heart and sighing in relief. "Sorry for getting all jumpy there. Itâs been a long day."
"No, you're fine! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just gonna say, you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself. It's not exactly safe, especially at night," He explained through an overly deepened voice.
"I know it's not," Sighed the girl. "My friends tried to get me to walk home with them, but my place isn't that far. And I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone."
She continued her path, glancing back at him to add a quick, "No offense."
"None taken," He replied through a jog, catching up to her. "Did you just happen to be carrying around a bottle of wine with you, though?" He softly laughed at her antics.
"Uhh, yeah, just tonight." She returned a weak one.
"What's the occasion?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.
"It's my birthday. I'm 21 now and I wanna have my first drink with my boyfriend. He couldn't make it to my party and the restaurant let me bring one home with me."
She smiled sadly, lifting the bottle up so he could see the written For the birthday girl, enjoy! that a waitress had signed in permanent marker.
Peter felt guilty hearing this. Not only because he didn't make it to her birthday, but because she still waited for him. Wanting to share the special momentâ despite him having missed it entirely.
"Happy birthday, then." The masked boy spoke, voice cracking as he said it. "I hope you spent it well."
"It was... eh. But thank you."
"Why was it 'eh'?" He asked, holding his breath.
"It's just, I don't know." She shrugged, not wanting to get into it.
She pondered for a moment, then, "I'm not trying to be rude or like, ungrateful, but don't you have actual Spider-Man stuff to do?"
He shook his head, "Making sure you get home safely is just as important as any other mission to me... plus, I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"That's nice, but I wouldn't want you to stop helping someone who actually needs it because of me."
"It's fine," He waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't even worry about it. I was pretty much done for the night anyway."
All she did was nod, not entirely convinced, then he spoke again.
"Sooo.. your birthday," He started.
"Right, yeah. It was fine, I guess."
"How come?"
"You're already walking me home, the last thing I want is for you to be my therapist too." She joked.
"Well, maybe I could help cheer you up... I like to help people. It's what I do."
"My friends already tried.. and failed. What makes you think you can?"
"I'd try my luck," He suggested. "Or we could walk in awkward silence."
She laughed at that, to which he said, "So what's got you down?"
"Okay, I mean.. like I said, my boyfriend didn't show up at the restaurant, soo I kinda spent the whole night staring at the door in case he did."
"Oh." He mumbled. "Sounds like a shitty boyfriend," He whispered, a little more to himself.
"He isn't," She shook her head a few too many times.
"He's naturally late to things, yeah. And he can't always make it to stuff. But when he is there.. His presence makes everything so much better." She said truthfully.
Peter hummed in understanding, his heart feeling heavy at her defending words. Here he was in a Spider-Man suit, meanwhile she wore her best party outfit. Not even cursing at the boy for his absence.
He didn't deserve her, he thought.
"Did he at least call? You know, saying he couldn't make it?"
Silence filled the air momentarily, which was enough of an answer. Still, she said, "He usually does..."
"Yeah?" He swallowed the forming lump in his throat.
"Heâ he always lets me know if he can't. And he did wish me a Happy Birthday! It's justâ he'sâ I don't know what's going on with him anymore." She gave a teary laugh.
"Sometimes, it just feels like he's gonna break up with me. I feel like he wants to do it, but he's waiting around for the perfect opportunity, y'know?" She quickly wiped her now forming tears. "Sorry, I sound really pathetic."
"What?! No. No... You don't." He paused. "Youâ you really think he's gonna break up with you?" He dreadfully asked.
"I don't know," She gave a weak shrug. "He's like, distant lately."
"Have you.. Have you tried talking to him about it?"
"I've tried, yeah." She chewed on her lip nervously, thinking of the many instances where he canceled at the last minute when she intended on speaking with him.
"Like just this week, I asked to meet up after his afternoon class because I wanted to know if something was wrong, but..." She trailed off, holding back more tears.
"He canceled," He finished her sentence, wincing at her confirming nod.
"Right, and it's like, what am I doing wrong?" She added helplessly.
"Nothing! You're not doing anything wrong," He said through an interior panic.
"Doesn't feel like it."
They continued walking as Peter thought of the correct words to say. She'd laid her thoughts right there at his feet and he didn't know what the right move was.
He gave a desperate sigh, then proceeded to say, "I don't think he wants to break up with you."
"Seriously? That's what you're gonna tell me? You don't know thatâ"
"Hear me out... It's just, you know. Maybe he has a lot going on and.." He started, feeling overwhelmed.
"And maybe he hasn't been able to really tell you everything he wants you to know because he's scared. Scared to lose you. Or scared that you're already slipping away from him." He rambled on.
She slowed down her pace, tilting her head at him as a sense of familiarity within his words settled in.
He wasn't faking his tone anymore, and she wasn't as in her head as she was when he first found her.
"But you're not doing anything wrong, okay, Y/n?" He continued, voice breaking as he stepped closer to her. "I can promise you that."
She looked around to make sure the streets were empty before abruptly stopping in her tracks, eyeing him, when it finally clicked for her. She inched closer to him, while her shaky fingers tentatively reached towards the bottom of his mask.
She did so slowly, making sure he had time to stop her if he wanted to.
"Wait," He put his hand over hers. "It's not really.. It's not safe to do that here."
She understood and immediately withdrew her hand, taking a few steps back.
"Do you trust me?" He walked towards her, carefully placing his hands on her hips. With a nod, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Just like that, he aimed at a nearby building and shot a web, swinging with her in his arms. Her body tightly hugged him as they made their way to the rooftop of Peter's old apartment building. The same place they had their first date.
A sloppy "Happy Birthday" was webbed above the projector that was setup, along with blankets on an old couch that theyâd made out on several times.. A few of her favorite drinks and snacks placed there as well. She noticed them as he gently put her down.
She once again turned to look at him, but his mask was already off.
"I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Princess."
"Oh, Peter," She frowned and went to cup his face. "Who did this to you?"
"It doesn't matter," He said softly, leaning into her hands.
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really wanted to... But I never knew when or how to do it. And tonight, I wanted to be there." His lips trembled.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to be there. But some guy had this really wonderful idea to rob a bank on your day, which caused a lockdown and eventually it led to a car pileupâ"
She placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up while holding onto the back of his neck in order to keep him close.
"I saw the news, Pete." She said once they parted and hugged him tightly, body shaking as she did so.
"Are you crying?" He asked through furrowed brows. "I'm so sorry I upset you, Iâ"
"I'm not upset with you. You don't have to apologize."
"You're not?"
"I mean, I was upset when I thought you were preparing some 'it's not you, it's me' speech on my birthday. And the thought of that hurts a lot more than knowing you kept this from me."
"I shouldn't have ever made you feel like we were gonna breakup, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to give you that impression. You have every right to be upset at me for it." He hung his head low in shame.
"Thank you for owning up to it, but it's okay now, love. I'm okay now that you're here," She reassured him. "And I'm really glad you trusted me enough to share this with me."
"Of course I trust you. I had it all planned out.. We were supposed to go to dinner first and then come here. I was gonna explain everything up here, but things just got all messy, as always."
"I just said it's okay," She giggled, tracing the spider on his chest. "Besides, I can't complain when you look this good in your suit."
She smiled at his forming blush and messed up hair, then leaned in to kiss him once again.
"I love you," He whispered against her lips.
"I love you too, Spider-Man."
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