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jakesimfromstatefarm · 4 years ago

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not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.)

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not.

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look," you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him. First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions.

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him.

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

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zephyrs-world · 2 years ago

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Dustin's sister

Imagining if Dustin had an older sister who happens to have a crush on Eddie Munson.

Notes: 1-inspo for MC: Sarah Jessica Parker’s hair in the 80s.

2- I’m not a lyricist so I’m taking lyrics from other bands in the plot, sue me. I know it’s not 80s songs, but technically they won’t be in existence for a while, so MC can take them for now.

3- This is my first bit of writing so please be nice! Not sure when I update, when I get more inspo! Hope you enjoy! Rather than posting new posts, I’ll keep adding to this one ( I think!)

4- Warnings: haven’t included yet but there’ll probably be smut. Drug use and swearing. Minors dni!

September 1986

Chapter 1

"DANIELA!!!! I'm going to be late on my first day of high school if you don't move your butt IMMEDIATELY!"

Your sleepy eyes have no time to adjust to the onslaught your little brother gives you by throwing a glass of water in your face.

"You little twerp Dustin" you reach out to grab him . It is in vein: he has already rushed back to your bedroom doorway.

"You also promised to pick Max up, so we gotta get goinnnn!" He thumps his foot like a rabbit before scuttling off in to the corridor.

You groan outwardly and have a quick stretch. Great, you think to yourself here's to the beginning of the end... my last year of high school.

You make your way to the bathroom and wash your face with warm water to get yourself awake after the cold water onslaught. The guilt of forgetting you would be picking up Max this year after she and her mom moved to the trailer park made you realize your little brother was annoyingly right... yet again. You would have to put your foot to the metal to make it on time to pick her up and deliver the little ones to their classes in time. Not that you minded, any excuse for you to speed through the roads in Hawkins with your new baby you purchased this summer.

You rush back to your bedroom and pull on a rumpled pair of black jeans that had been on your floor and look through the rest of your pile of clothes for some socks. You end up with two odd socks and settle with them, knowing they will be hidden under your worn-out doc martens. You grab one of the few items you had left of your father: an old Led Zeppelin tour T-shirt from 1975 and look yourself in the mirror. You sigh inwardly. You could be considered attractive if it weren't for your demeanor, as your mother would say. However, you knew it was more than that. Bit curvier and shorter than most girls your age, you tried to hide said curves with baggy clothes, but recently had thought maybe you will one day start to experiment with fashion a bit more, not on your first day though. You would probably blame it on the new rock bands you had started to admire over the summer. You popped on your big plastic glasses you hated so much and attempted to tackle your mane.

Your mane had a mind of its own, it was half lion mane and half bird's nest. It was the Henderson's family trait. Your little brother managed to keep his in check under his baseball hat, however, no matter what you tried, you could never get yours under control. You grabbed at all the parts that covered your face and tied it up on top of your head in a sort of make-shift half bun and left it at that. You knew there was no need to put any more effort into your look as you would always look disheveled by lunchtime. Always getting something on you and your hair has a mind of its own. To be honest, you had given up caring a long time ago. And after what had happened last year, it was hard to really care about the superficial parts of life anymore. But high school always made you nervous and obsessive about these things, and you hated it for it.

You ran downstairs and grabbed the large jean jacket you loved so much from the banister before running into the kitchen where you bumped into your little brother.

"I am always fascinated how you can take so long to get ready and still look like you have just woken up" Dustin beams at you sarcastically.

"Shut up Dusty you little dweeb, it's been basically 15 minutes since you threw that glass in my face, you little turd."

"That's no way to talk to your favorite brother, who happens to have made you breakfast" He hands over a piece of toast.

"Thanks, you're my only brother so an unfair statement there.”

Dustin rolls his eyes at you before stomping out of the kitchen. He looks back over his shoulder at you impatiently.

"Cmon please! I don't wanna be late for Max!"

You groan loudly and lodge the piece of toast in your mouth whilst writing a note for your mother next to her daily meds and grabbing your school bag and keys.

You shut your front door and turn to see Dustin jumping impatiently outside the passenger door. This kid will be the death of me.

You smile warmly at your old 1969 Ford Mustang. Your mother had cried when she saw you had purchased an old battered muscle car with your hard-earned money, but it was your decision, not hers. You got the piece of metal cheap as it was in an appalling state, but having spent most of your summer fixing her up with one of Hoppers old friends, you were finally able to call this thing of beauty a car. You really couldn't care less what anyone else thought and were proud of your new baby. Sitting in your seat and hearing your car purr, you couldn't wait to drive her for hours to anywhere. You hit the pedal and speed through the roads, engine roaring and Dustin screaming next to you.

"oh relax, Dusty!"

"I am relaxed" he squeals, "But you can put some other garbage on than this old crap? I swear you're 18 going on 50!"

You scoff and turn the music up louder as you hit the main road which is still quite empty of traffic. You smirk at your brother as you hear a Blondie song come on the stereo. This was one of your women in rock cassettes you had made yourself, and you were not changing it any time soon.

"One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya!"

"Eughhh you're so embarrassing" Dustin closes his eyes as you speed your way down towards the trailer park belting out Blondie's song.

You keep singing the song, getting louder and louder until the guitar solo starts and Dustin screams as you headbang whilst turning into the trailer park, your car nearly hitting the trash cans as you swerve next to Max's trailer. Your brother's second-hand embarrassment spurrs you on. Your car arrives to a halt, and you fully let loose and air guitar the final part of the solo whilst continuing to headbang.

You scream out " One wayyy or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna give you the slip!... I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya!"

You start to poke your little brother in the stomach and you both start to play fight by slapping your hands at each other. You are clearly more entertained by this than Dustin who is trying to shout at you to stop, he doesn't want you to embarrass him in front of Max. And to his pleasant surprise, you stop immediately and honk your horn to announce your arrival to Max. Not because you are feeling kind and want to listen to your brother, but because you hadn't noticed until just now that you had had an audience watching you both.

Standing outside the trailer opposite Max's was a tall boy with a long black disheveled mullet, who you would have recognized from a mile away, anywhere. Cold sweat trickles down your back at the sudden realization.

Never have you felt your cheeks redden so quickly and Debbie Harris is not helping with her repetitive "Ill get ya" going on in the background. He is definitely staring at both you and Dustin and you just hope and pray he has only just walked out and only noticed the slapping siblings rather than your stupid singing and guitar playing.

It would be just your luck that the first time your crush actually sees you, would be now, singing off key to a Blondie song. You could die of embarrassment right now but luckily Dustin is still berating you so you can try and pretend you hadn't seen THE Eddie Munson ogling you. The song cuts off and you hear Max get into the back of your car

"Christ Hendersons, did you want to wake up the whole neighborhood whilst you're at it?"

"Hey Max, sorry about that. My sister is being an idiot this morning"

You pinch your brother in the ribs "Hey!" he shouts

"I'm sorry Max, I got carried away listening to Blondie. Plus first time I'm getting to drive this beauty properly since my last fixtures. She's going to be lots of fun!"

As if on cue, the next song on your mixtape blurts out: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. You smile and thumb the beat on your steering wheel

"God why do you listen to this stuff?"

"Whatever Dusty. At least I don’t listen to never ending story on repeat. Now lets get you kids to school" Max chuckles darkly at your dig as your brother whines. You are thankful for these two kids being the perfect distraction for you.

But you are a sucker for suffering it seems. As you turn your car into a U-turn to drive back out, you can't help but steal a look at Eddie Munson's trailer. You didn’t mean to lock eyes with the boy and he gives you the biggest smirk and bops his head to the song playing from your car. Oh dear god, he definitely knows who I am now.

You speed off and make your car roar, trying to get out of this trailer park as quickly as you can.

Both Max and Dustin scream at you, but you don't care and are secretly hoping the speed will make you forget the fact you have just embarrassed yourself in front of the boy you have secretly been crushing on for years. Luckily, he's a couple years older than you so hopefully, you won't have to see him again too soon.

Boy, were you wrong.

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Chapter 2

You slow down as you near the school.

"You guys excited for high school then?"

Dustin won't shut up about some club he wants to join but you don't pay attention and notice Max has been extremely quiet in the back, fiddling with her walkman. You make a note not to press and park your car in the back of the school’s car park in the shade.

"Aight kids, have fun and come find me if ever you need ok?" Your brother groans at you and gets out of the car. You only notice now he's wearing his Weird Al tshirt and make a note to keep an eye on him when you can. You love him but there are some assholes at this school who will make fun of his choices and she won’t let them tear down your brother the way they have done with you in the past. You have no time to say anything to him, he has already ran off to find Mike and Lucas.

You walk with Max and ask her what she's got in her Walkman.

"Not much, I've just got one of Billy's old tapes" she mutters mournfully. You look back at her and your heart goes out to the girl.

"Listen, music is my crutch, I make a ton of mixtapes. Here," you grab one of your most recent mixes from your bag. "If you want to listen to another tape that is. These are all different women in rock tracks. Dustin hates it but maybe you'll find something you like on here?" You hand it over to Max. "There's a bit of everything so have a listen and if you like it, I have way more for your to take ok?" Max gives you a small smile before taking the tape and walking away.

You sigh and wonder how you can possibly be there for her, the girl has been through so much, you wish you could help somehow. You are lost in thought as you head towards your first class of the day...

During the break between classes, you find your best friend Nancy. Talk about complete opposites. Nancy is such a hard worker and excels in all her classes, you not so much. But your bond over losing your other best friend Barb and going through the crazy things you have both endured these past few years has definitely brought the two of you closer. Although, having said that, you barely saw each other over the summer.

"Hey stranger!" You lean on the lockers next to Nancy as she is engulfed by her books in her locker "How do you already have so much paperwork?"

"Its our last year Daniela, you gotta be prepared for college applications no?!"

You scoff and are about to respond to her but she carries on:

"Speaking of which Jonathan is being funny about his college applications, I just don't know what is going on in his head. It's so hard when he's on the other side of the continent...."

You lean back and listen to your friend's concern, realizing she probably needed a vent and a friendly ear to use. You listen compassionately to your friend’s troubles and try to offer the best advice you can offer, which is not much considering you have never been with a boy, never mind a long distance relationship. The second bell rings and you and Nancy walk to the class that you share together. She is now telling you how she wants to head the school's newspaper and trying to convince you to join.

You follow Nancy to the front of the class and sit next to her through history. You try really hard to focus and make notes. You were never the smartest but you worked hard to keep up decent grades, this year however you didn’t really see the point in trying so hard. By the end of the class you can't help but compare your scattered notes to Nancy’s perfectly neat notes. Complete opposites as always, something her mother would constantly remind her of when she was younger. "Why cant you be more like Nancy". Luckily her health had taken a toil recently, ever since your father had died and then her beloved cat Mews, she didn't really have the strength anymore to remind you of all your imperfections. Comparing you to either to Nancy or to Dustin had always left a bitter taste in your mouth, but luckily it also made you have thicker skin than others.

As class finishes you go to ask Nancy if she wants to grab lunch together:

"Hey-"

"Sorry Daniela I've got to go, talk later!"

You wave on as Nancy scuttles off, probably to get signed up for a school paper or some other extracurricular.

You sigh and go back to your locker to put your bag there during lunch.

"Lucas is thinking of joining the basketball team!!!"

Your brother Dustin blurts out as you jump out of your skin. You should be used to his creep ups by now. You look behind your locker door to find him looking at you in what appears to be complete despair, but you are immune to your brother's dramatics.

"So? Lucas can do what he wants, no?" You start tentatively

"No!! We were meant to all continue to do DnD together. Just because Will isn't here. The team is crumbling D..."

"Relax, I'm sure Lucas still wants to play with you. Why can't he do both?"

Your brother stutters, annoyed at your simple response:

"Because... basketball stands for everything we despise!"

"I know but this is high school Dusty."

"Don't call me that here" Dustin huffs "I wish Steve was still here."

You can't help but laugh at this. You grab your brother by his shoulder and walk him towards the cafeteria.

"I'm pretty sure your newly adopted big bro would agree with me. We can ask him when I see him at work if you like?"

"No! He was my friend before yours Daniela!!

"Never said otherwise buddy"

At this point Mike and Lucas join you both. You decide its best to let the boys deal with this themselves. Beside you need to grab some food as your belly is rumbling.

"Hey, guys. God Mike, why did you have to get so tall on me?"

"Hey Daniela"

"Right, I'm off but I'll see you all later ok?" You walk away and leave the guys as you hear their arguing increase. These kids...

You're queuing up to get your lunch when you feel someone be extremely close to you. You don't pay much mind to it, the queues are always rowdy here, and start taking today's lunch off one of the canteen lady. As you put the dish onto your tray and move to grab a pack of juice, you start to hear the person next to you hum "One way or another". You freeze in the queue and turn to see that it was in fact Eddie Munson standing right next to you. He grins widely at you and you automatically turn your head back to the line, hoping inwardly that maybe if you ignore him, he will stop or better yet disappear.

"I've got to say that was one way for me to wake up. You have… impressive air guitar skills... If you do that every morning I am never going to be late for school again"

You can feel your face burning up and its not from the heat of the kitchen nearby. You get to the end of line, however the person in front of you is having issue paying with their food card and so you swear inwardly again at yourself. Of course this happens and now I'm stuck. You don't have time to wonder why Eddie is back at school and why he is deciding to now talk to you. You put on your big girl pants and put on your best deadpan face before turning back around:

"Trust me, it was not for your pleasure. It was a one-time thing so don't get used to it."

Eddie's eyes light up and looks you dead in the eyes. You're lucky you have a very good poker face because the way his dark chocolate brown eyes are peering at you so intently, you could have melted on the spot right there and then. You had never been this close to him before and you're trying so hard to not check him out whilst he is watching you.

"Oh I can promise you, sweetheart, the pleasure was definitely all mine to have." He smiles at you widely and your heart flutters.

Eddie Munson is an enigma at this school. He had been in the same year as Steve who had already graduated high school and you had always admired him from afar. He stood out from the rest of the crowd like a sore thumb, he didn't fit into any of the high school group stereotypes, but he still walked around with zero fucks and 100percent confidence in himself, you couldn’t help be attracted to him. You would have been hooked by him purely from this, but it's the fact that Eddie stood tall and lean and had the perfect physique and appearance that left you feeling weak in the knees, and that mullet….Years in high school had been spent looking across the lunch hall at him whilst biting your lip. Being in this situation with his full attention on you, you realized what a fool you had been. Eddie was even more handsome up close, his facial features really blew your breath away and you could drown in those big expressive eyes and luscious lips...

You frown when he starts waving his hand in front of your face and you realize, mortified, you had been staring at him blankly and had not heard a word he had said. He starts to look at you with concern:

"Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine Eddie" You go to pay your lunch and notice in the corner of your eye Eddie start to frown.

"How do you know my name? What's yours?" Your heart falters at this. You remind yourself of course he doesn't know my name, he did not know I existed until this morning.

"Everyone knows your name Eddie." You feel a bit sad at the realization that he has spent so many hours in your mind, especially at night and he does not even know your name. He shouts over to you so you turn around.

"Hey! Am I not allowed to know your name then?" His face in that instant looks so friendly and genuine, his usual signature smirk is not on his face. You had never seen him without it before. You realise you don't know much about this boy, only what you have made up at night under your duvet. Your face reddens as those dirty thoughts come to the forefront of your brain. You cannot look him in the eye after this and just shake your head as you run off to find Nancy to have lunch with.

After a couple of minutes of trying to find Nancy and realising she had run off after History class, you give up. You look around and catch Eddie looking at you, sitting with all his Hellfire club friends and you feel your face redden as his eyes try and bore into yours quizzically. Luckily, you see one of your other friends Robin wave maniacally to you and so you decide to rush over and sit with her and the school's band.

"D!!! Haven't seen you all day how've you been?!" your friend Robin bumps your shoulder with hers.

"Hey Robin, yeah I'm good"

"You been for a run?" She asks you and you are confused by her question so focus your attention back on your friend.

"What?? No, why d'you ask?"

"Because you're so red in the face dummy! What's got you so bothered then?!"

You are mortified and wonder how you can salvage this.

"Oh I don't know. First day back jitters I guess"

"Yeah right, more like first love jitters. Who's got you all wound up?!"

"No one!" you are not having this conversation with all the kids from her band looking at you and snickering. Robin clocks your discomfort and your audience and changes the subject very quickly.

You eat your lunch in silence, listening in to all the gossip about the school's perfect couple Jason and Chrissy and the basketball team. All of a sudden, you hear a loud commotion and everyone looks up to see what is happening. The noise had come from near where the Hellfire are sat and you see Eddie and Jason in a heated argument, Eddie mocking and mimicking the jock. You also notice Dustin being sat behind Eddie at the Hellfire table, red in the face looking up at Eddie... You make a note to question your brother later to figure out what an earth he is doing sat at that table.

The fight seems to calm down as some of the basketball crew pull Jason away. Eddie pulls his tongue out at Justin and puts his hands up to his head as makeshift horns. You are distracted by the length of Eddie's tongue but your reveries are cut short by the girls sitting at your table.

"What is Eddie doing back here? Wasn't he meant to graduate last year?"

"Right? This is his 2nd repeat of final year high school, how thick can he be?"

"Hey!" You shout angrily. You did not expect the whole table to turn to your attention. "Let's not judge someone we all barely know, I'm sure he has his reasons..." they all scoff and go back to their gossip and you go back to finishing your lunch. However, you feel some eyes boring on you and look up to find Robin beaming at you as though she has just had a light-bulb moment

"I know what gave you those jitters earlier now..."

You groan and wished your friend was not as perceptible as she was.

Chapter 3

Leaving the canteen you had tried to catch up to your brother and his friends to make sure they were ok, but the crowds made it really hard to spot them and get through. You hate the fact you hadn’t been able to check in on them and hope that the commotion during lunch hadn’t had them involved.

You look at your new time table and notice you have advanced English literature and groan. You had forgotten you had picked this class last year when it had been recommended to you for your college applications. English was your best subject, but that didn’t mean it was your passion. It was the closest thing to lyrics and the guidance councillor had said this was your best bet at going to college to study what you wanted. But it also meant hard work, which you really did not want to do this year. Luckily, a familiar face is sat at the front and beams up at you.

“Daniela! Sorry I ran off, come sit!” Nancy beams up at you.

You throw your books on to the table and smile at her.

“No stress, hope you got what you needed doing?”

“Yeah I ended up taking your advice?”

“What? My advice? Since when do I give good advice?”

Nancy laughs at you “This morning! I was in the newspaper room and got inspired to write Jonathan a letter after signing up to the student paper. Sorry I missed lunch, lost track of time.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you made some sense out of whatever I was saying earlier, I sure as hell know I wasn’t.”

“You ok, you seem… elsewhere today?”

You brush off your friend’s concern and try and fan away her concerns as well as your blush formation at the same time.

“Yeah first day jitters as Robin calls them. All good”

“Oh you saw her at lunch? How was lunch?”

“All good, although our little ones were very near a Jason fight so I want to check on them later”

“ I swear those boys always get into trouble. Was Jason fighting them?!” Nancy burns up in anger.

“Nooo” you reassure her “that was with Eddie, I was too far to know what happened exactly but Dustin was nearby is all. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m just nervous now they’re here you know? I hate Jason”

“Same here D.” The two of you would carry on if the class had not started. You know you will pick this all up later with the boys.

The class rings for your next class which was basic maths. Having taken advanced English you thanked your pass self for taking the easy option in maths this year. Maths weren’t so hard for you, and having Dustin as a genius little brother helped you get the grasp of it early on. You decided to sit in the back of this class and take this time to take out your notebook, filled with sketches and half written lyrics you had started but never finished over the years.

People started to arrive into class and you stare at your half doodled page and some lyrics you had started last year, dreaming of a certain someone:

“The saving grace was the feeling/ That it was a heart he was stealing/ Oh, he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement”

You start to write another line underneath, feeling inspired:

“The eyes are bright, he couldn’t wait to get away”

“Who’s Bright Eyes?”

You jump up at the sound of a voice and your head bangs in to your intruder. You hear a yelp and a chair scrape back next you.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to make you jump! Was just curious what had you so transfixed when class hasn’t begun yet.” Eddie glances at you sheepishly. He points at your notebook “that’s cute, are you writing a poem of some sort?”

It was at that moment that you decided that yes, you wanted the ground to swallow you, right there and then. Your face heats up for the umpteenth time today and you glare at him, words failing to formulate out of sheer horror.

Eddie misinterprets your glare and puts his hands up “I’m really sorry, hope it’s ok me sitting here, it’s the last seat” he looks at you apologetically and sincerely.

You swear under your breath, not with anger but for utter frustration. Because you had just witnessed Eddie Munson give you his best puppy dog eyes, and you knew there and then that was your weakness. You felt your stomach flip and do somersaults and you knew you would never be able to win an argument or anything against a boy who had so much control over you. And you hated having no control.

“It’s fine” you grit your teeth and turn back to your notebook and shut it firmly. You will have to find another class to write and draw peacefully.

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you somehow by the way, it was never my intention... Look, can we start over?”

Your heart stutters at his last question. You realise you have been nothing but cold to this boy who now seems to have decided to avert his attention towards you. It’s not his fault you can’t handle it. You take a deep breath and smile at him.

“No I’m sorry, you haven’t upset me… I just didn’t know you were there. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“And she smiles ladies and gentlemen! You’re pretty when you smile you know?”

You can’t help but groan and eye roll at his remark. Not because he sounded so lovely saying it, but it was twinged with bitterness as it was very similar to something you would hear repeatedly all your life. Where Dustin was goofy and smiley, you were refrained and distant. "You’re pretty when you smile Daniela, you should smile more”

You see Eddie is trying to figure you out still, awareness that his compliment had not gone down the way he thought it would. His big brown eyes didn’t hide any of this thoughts and emotions, which you found unnerving and warming. And very dangerous.

Luckily the teacher starts the class and you can focus your energy there. Or so you thought.

You feel warmth poke your hand and look down to see Eddie’s pinky trying to get your attention with light feather touches. Your eyebrows are now at the top of your temples as you look over to him in wonder. You find Eddie grinning wolfishly at you and you can’t help but stare at the hole forming on his left cheek. Since when does he have Dimples goddamn it?!

He points with his eyes towards his paper where he had written a note

“Hi, can I know your name now please?”

You can’t help but smile at the innocent note considering how much your heart was fluttering.

“No :)” you write back and try and muster a cute smile back to Eddie. He hasn’t noticed the note at first and gives you the kindest smile, all warmth in his eyes, you could feel your cold self melt under his stare. But then he sees the note and mutters angrily under his breath. You saw a glint of mischief and a slight smile before he frowns and takes the paper away to write, and you can’t help but wonder if he is secretly enjoying this as much as you.

Eddie is taking his time writing his note or is now trying to make you sweat, but you won’t let that happen and focus back on the class and write down notes on the fractions from the board. You’re in the middle of said fraction when the note is nudged back in to your vision

“I think the fact that I keep seeing you everywhere today is a damn good enough reason. Now that we’re also classmates it must be obligatory. Please release me from this torture or I’ll give you a name myself”

You can’t help but warm up reading this note. Was he thinking of you as much you had been today? No definitely not, this has been the same amount you have thought of Eddie on daily for the past few years, he was definitely not as obsessive as you, but the fact that he was noticing you was a huge step up.

You smile as you write back:

“My mother always told me never to share information with strangers. What nick name would you give me?” You felt bold adding that last question, having always pictured Eddie whispering sweet names in your ear during your fantasies at night.

You push the note back and glide your fingers on the side of his hand to nudge him. You take an intake of breath when your fingers touch one of his rings ever so slightly. Its coldness making you try really hard not to have any dirty thoughts in maths class. You feel a need to cross your legs to hide yourself and keep your thoughts at bay.

He takes the note and reads it, brows furrowed with determination. The note is suddenly back in your hands.

“I think after this morning and you waking me up makes our relationship quite personal now. No longer stranger danger. You’re more danger than me with those headbangs. As for nicknames, they need to be earned. Let me get to know you, PLEASE INSERT NAME HERE?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his response even though you are slightly embarrassed that he had in fact seen everything this morning, but you decide it’s best to cave in and to hell with it. You write your first name in the box he has put for your name to be in, and scribble hope this makes your day :) next to it.

As Eddie reads the note he smiles so broadly you notice both his dimples appear. He really has a gorgeous smile and terrific teeth… his smile reaches up to his eyes as he looks at you warmly, having been able to put a name to your face. You can’t help but burn up at his stare.

He looks down and writes another note before passing it to you.

As you read it, you can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness and your walls start to go all the way back up.

“What a beautiful name, Daniela. This has made my year so far. A new friend who can teach me how to headbang.”

“:)”

You fold up the note and give it back to him with a smile that does not reach your eyes. You then focus all your attention on class and write notes. You put your notes in the middle of the table so Eddie can copy and catch up rather than distract you. The note had been sweet, but it was the mention of friend which had stung you. Always placed in the friend-zone, this just stung. You had become best friend with Steve after he asked for your help with Nancy, and you hadn’t minded since you weren’t attracted to him. But with having feelings for Eddie, this just hit differently to all the other boys before him.

—

When the bell rings to announce class is over, you jump out your seat and make a beeline for the exit. You hear Eddie behind you:

“Hey! Wait up!”

But you decide to ignore, your ego still in a turmoil. You know it’s not his fault, but you need to get your emotions in check if you’re to start having this boy give you attention, even if it is platonic.

You get to your locker and swap out the books you need for your last class and to take home and feel a warm presence lean on the locker next to yours. You think it’s your brother again and slam your locker door close with hard snap, only to reveal its in fact Eddie looking at you quizzically. Your heart skips a beat.

“Hey, you’re tough nut to crack aren’t you? Anyone else would have suffered whiplash by now, but lucky for you I’m persistent.”

You frown at his last remark:

“Why?”

His eyes widen at your reaction. “Why? Because you intrigue me, Daniela.”

When he says your name, he says it in a way that makes you shudder right to your core. It’s as though he is tasting your name on his tongue and he is enjoying it.

“Are you new to Hawkins? Why have I never seen you before?”

You scoff at his question “I’ve lived in Hawkins all my life, I’ve been here as long as you.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that lovely, I’m practically part of the furniture here at Hawkins High.”

“Well not enough to see me, I guess I’m part of the walls here then.”

“Oh, no. You are definitely not part of any Hawkins furniture or walls. You stand out.”

You look at Eddie in confusion. He is staring at you and his large eyes seem to have darkened and you feel heat pool down below. You try to look anywhere but at him and look down at your watch.

“Look I don’t know what to tell you Eddie, I’m here and have been here a while and will be here another year. Now, I gotta go.”

“Fine, but I’ll be sure to see you around then, Daniela…”

You hurry off, feeling your back burn up under his gaze. You rush into the crowd of kids and try and cool off your thoughts.

Chapter 5

As the final bell rings to announce the end of your class and end of your first day, you break out in the biggest grin. Finally this day is nearing its end. You jump up and gather your belongings and head out to your car.

You bump into Robin on the way out and ask her if she wants a lift to Family Videos as she’ll be heading there later to cover the night shift: Steve had another date night.

“Thanks D! Sure thing, you taking any of the little ones home or just me?”

“Max and Dustin usually but who knows”

“Who knows with those kids… hey you ok to cover my shift on Wednesday night? I got band practice till 7 now…”

“Yeah of course that’s fine!”

You both walk out into the open and into the wave of kids running out to get home.

“So… wanna talk about lunchtime and what got you so hot and bothered today?” Robin looked at you knowingly.

“Nope absolutely not.”

“Ohhh cmon! I told you about my crush! Granted it was under the influence of Russian drugs, but still you owe me!”

“I’m not saying anything Robs, especially not here”

“You’re so stubborn D, I’ll get it out of you one day!” Robin bumps your shoulder as you turn up towards your car. Your friend gasps.

“Wow! I mean I’m not into cars but you’ve really done her up D! She’s a beauty! Does she have a name?”

“Not yet, still need to figure her out I guess” you beam proudly at your car.

You pat the bonnet of your car and lean on it, waiting for Dustin to turn up. Robin does the same.

“Bets on Harrington’s date being a flop?” Robin asks and you both converse animatedly about your friends failed dating life.

You are both so engrossed in your conversation you hadn’t realised you were practically the only people left in the car park.

“Where an earth is that annoying kid?” You mutter under your breath.

“Maybe he went home with Mike?”

“He would have said…” you get distracted as you see Eddie making a beeline for his van.

He senses you watching and catches you off guard. He waves and winks over to you.

You feel yourself blush but are distracted by his swollen and slightly cut up lip.

You lean off your car and shout over to him “hey, you ok? What happened?”

“I’m all good sweet thing, happy to know you care though” and gives you another wink before getting in his car.

You are so lost in your train of thoughts wondering what had happened to Eddie you forget your friend next to you until she fake coughs.

“We are so talking about this D. Eddie Munson? Are we coming to this sudden realisation today or has this been secretly been brewing inside you for a while? I need to know since WHEN?! Surely not only starting today because-“

For once, your brother is a blessing running over and screaming at you to get the car running, Max following him close behind. You notice his Weird Al shirt is slightly torn up and his face is red again.

“What the hell happened?!” You ask concerned

“Less questions, more driving!” He snaps and screams at you. You look over at Robin and get in the car, Max and Dustin already sat waiting in the back.

As you start up the ignition and make to leave the school, you see the basketball team led up by Jason exiting the school, looking around in anger searching for something. You furrow your brow as you start to connect the dots.

You put your foot down and leave a trail of dust in your path.

On the main road, you move the rear view mirror to look at Dustin. He is looking sheepishly out the window.

“One of you mind filling me in on what that was about?”

“Dustin and his big mouth is what happened.” Max said flatly looking over at her friend. Dustin looks at her accusingly.

“It’s not my fault he’s an idiot.”

“But don’t say it to his face!”

“Hey! If one of you doesn’t start filling us in right now, I’m stopping the car” you shout to the two at the back.

“Jeesh Daniela. If I was you two I’d start talking noww” Robin leans over the back of her seat to look the two kids in the eye as you continue to drive.

“Fiiiine” Dustin starts, exasperated. “It started at lunch, Jason Carver started to pick on me and Mike…”

You’re about to interrupt but he carries on over you.

“But it was fine because this guy Eddie Munson came over and well they ended up getting in a fight instead.” Dustin breathes out.

“That’s not it Dustin” Max says pointedly.

“Right, yeah course… so at the end of the day, Jason might have come back up to me again by my locker and tried to mock me and asked about my T-shirt. Called it stupid… And I may or may not have called him an idiot. I mean who doesn’t know the comedic genius of Weird Al? And he may have started to get angry and grab me. But again it’s all fine because Eddie came over and beat the shit out of him and we all ran to hide to get away from the basketball team. Still can’t belIEVE Lucas wants to join them.”

“He can do what he wants!” Max bites back

“Wait wait wait!” You shout “please tell me my ears need a cleaning and you DID NOT just say you called Jason Carver a fucking IDIOT?!” You scream as you start to accelerate accidentally.

“Language Daniela! I mean he is though…”

“DUSTIN HENDERSON! That mouth of yours is going to be the death of you one day! Jesus Christ he is the one person you do NOT mess with!”

“Nice of Eddie Munson to stand up for you though” Robin says to Dustin sweetly, but you know her agenda and give her a side eye.

Dustin and Max however did not pick up on Robin’s trap and took the bait willingly, both then went on in great detail very excitedly about how amazing Eddie was standing up for them and how he handled the fight. Robin let’s them talk and turns back towards the road, arms crossed looking at you as she says smugly

“Gosh he sounds like your knight in shining armour kids, what a great guy…”

You roll your eyes and keep putting your foot down, hoping this car ride ends as soon as possible. You now not only have a massive crush on the guy, but you also feel this pang of guilt over the fact he was there for your brother when you weren’t today. You owe him now, twice over.

Chapter 6

You dropped Max and Dustin off at your house, they were going to meet up at the Wheeler’s house later but had to split after the fight at the high school.

You had dropped off Robin at Family Videos and had tried your hardest to avoid her questions. You were thankful for the distraction Steve offered you, telling you both excitedly about his date. He had asked if he could borrow your car but you cackled at the absurd idea. You told him there was no fucking chance.

You were now back at home in your room. You had managed to avoid your mother, who was engrossed in the TV downstairs. Finally you thought, time to unwind.

You flip through your vinyls and settle for Roy Ayers’s 70s album “Ubiquity Vibrations”. The perfect mellow album after a long day you need to digest.

You open your window wide and light some incenses by your bedside table. You take out your little engraved wooden box from under your bed and open it up to find all your paraphernalia. You smile at it: you definitely needed it after such a long day. You sit on your window sill and start to roll a fat joint. You look at your stash of weed and notice you’re running low, you’ll have to pick up from Reefer Rick tomorrow. You sigh and decide to make it a tomorrow’s problem.

You spark up and let yourself get taken away into the clouds as your vinyl crackles in to the next song on the album: “Searching”.

You hit on your joint and hold on to it as long as your lungs can muster and blow out slowly in to the sky. The high hits you very quickly as you realise you had gone a bit heavy, but you smile proudly as you feel all the tension that had pent up from today leave your body. You put your joint down in your makeshift ashtray and stare up at the sunset. You’re so ingrossed in the song and the view, the sky looking like the colour of burnt marmalade and looking quite mysterious, you don’t hear the rustling under your window.

You’re awoken from your reverie by some pebbles being thrown at you. You look down and find Steve about to hurl more at you.

“Jesus Christ Harrington! What’s your problem?”

“How high are you right now? Been calling your name for ages. Surprise your mom hasn’t come out yet!”

“She’s out for the count, Days of Our Lives is probably on now. Get your ass up here just in case though”

Steve climbs up the the tree perfectly situated near your window and leans over and easily into your room. You had used this exit so many times now, the tree had the perfect perch and indents for you to get in and out easily, perfect for your friends now too. You had headed to your vinyl to change the music, the moment had passed for Roy Ayers now that Steve was here. You settle with putting The Doors album on.

“We need to go shopping for more vinyls D, get you up to speed with the 80s”

“Yeah yeah, I like the new stuff, but I can still like the old stuff ok?”

“You’re not saying that because you’re obsessed with Morrison?”

“No! I genuinely like their music, nothing to do with the recent increase in their popularity because people are obsessed with Morrison. People have weird kinks when artists die…”

“Ok… let’s maybe not go that dark just yet yeah? Can I have a toke please? I need it.”

You look at your stack of vinyls and the weed takes surface on your mind , clouding with tiny hints of paranoia about Morrison and his death “you’re right Steve, let me change to something else I found recently. Dire Straits’ new album”

You swap your vinyls and put on Brothers in Arms instead. You smile at your vinyl player. You turn to your friend who is looking at you expectantly. You remember his question.

You wave at your friend dismissively “yeahhh of course. It’s a strong one though so go gentle.”

Steve scoffs at you “thanks for the warning, I’m sure I’ll be fine…”

“Did you drink on your date? Alcohol ain’t a good combo dude… wait, oh yeah wait! Why you here? Aren’t you on a date?”

Steve takes a toke and blows it out the window, you see the effects take over his whole body and he relaxes just like yours did.

“Well done detective Henderson. I am no longer on my date, correct. Gold star for you.”

You throw one of your cushions at Steve’s face and take the joint from him and take a smaller toke this time.

“So go on tell me” you blow out the smoke out your window before settling on to your bed cross legged “what happened this time?”

You could secretly tell Steve was just dying for you to ask, as he places the joint on your ashtray and jumps from the window on to the bed next to you.

“Where do I even start D? I pick her up from her house, she makes me meet her Dad…”

“Sheesh…Pretty intense for a first date?”

“You’re telling me. Took her to Jo’s diner, and just gets weird from there. She says she’s not that hungry, but wants to eat my food. Starts talking about baby names for our kids whilst I’m eating and then starts screaming at me when I smile to the waitress”

“Damn…”

“The waitress was cute though. She helped get out of there pretty quickly thankfully”

“Wait you just left her there?”

“What am I supposed to do? She was crazy I need to get away!”

You burst out in laughter. “You really know how to pick ‘em Harrington”

Your friend looks over at you and then starts laughing himself, brushing his hand through his hair. “Don’t I just…”

He sighs before he carries on “What am I doing wrong D? I was THE Steve Harrington in high school, could have any girl I want… and now I’m nothing…”

You grab your friend’s shoulder. “You most certainly are not nothing. You are still THE Steve, you’re just going through a rough patch, thats all. I mean you’re an absolute catch for the ladies: You’re also the best babysitter around. Don’t know anyone else who can handle my baby bro like you.”

Steve laughs “yeah he’s definitely a handful… Thanks Daniela, you’re the best”

“That’s what friends are for.”

You both lie back on your bed, fully comfortable with each other and your platonic relationship. After a song changes on the vinyl, Steve turns to you:

“What about you, D?”

“What about me?”

“Well, we always talk about me and my… misadventures with the opposite sex. Or Robin and her pining. But never you?”

You sigh and get up to head to the window

“Oh cmon you can tell me anything Henderson!”

“Well you’re right, besides Robin is on to something and she will be bound to tell you soon so might as well…”

“So there is something to say? Or someone?”

You take a long toke of your joint for some courage. You blow out the smoke and picture your nerves leaving as well. Might as well open up to your friend. “Yes there is.”

You turn back towards the bedroom and see Steve look at you inquisitively and you chuckle at your friend’s eagerness. He loves this kind of stuff.

You lie back down and look up at your ceiling.

“I’ve had a crush on someone pretty much all of high school. I’ve managed it as it always felt… impossible. But today I had multiple run ins with them and well… it’s been really been fucking with my head.”

“Wow, listen if you wanted to tell me it was me, you only had to say”

You groan and throw the lighter at Steves face, but he catches it before impact and laughs. He asks tentatively:

“You gonna tell me who it is or am I meant to guess?”

You chuckle darkly “pipe down Steve, I’m obviously going to tell you. But if you say anything to anyone I will castrate you and there will be no little Harrington’s running around ever” Steve winces at the graphic image you painted. You let out a shudder and exhale before admitting your biggest secret.

“I have had a crush on Eddie Munson for years” The light headedness you felt was definitely not from the weed but from the relief of saying out loud something you have kept quiet for years. The moment was ruined by Steve’s reaction however.

“Seriously? Eddie Munson? Eddie The Freak?”

You hit your friend “why does everyone say that? Do you know him?”

“Not really, he was in one of my classes last year and just seemed to be a bit of a clown, always hanging out with his hellfire club…”

“And so that makes him a freak? I mean aren’t we freaks after the shit we went through last year? Breaking in to a top secret Russian bunker?”

“Ok fine you make a valid point. I shouldn’t judge so quickly, but I mean he is a drug dealer..”

“Is he?” You ask curiously, interest peaked but go back to your conversation “and what that’s worse than us using right now?”

“Ok fine Henderson. I guess I’m just shocked. Didn’t expect him to be the person”

“Why? It’s not like you have anything else to go on for me!”

“That’s true… you’ve never really shown an interest in that department though”

“Too busy trying to salvage your love life I guess”

“And pining for Munson apparently. I guess you and Robs have that in common”

You turn your head over to your friend. The weed is now just letting you blurt everything.

“It was always easier him being out of reach and me always being… the friend. No one really gave me a reason to explore anything else.”

Steve looks over at you with a frown “what do you mean”

You look away to not let him see you tear up.

“Look at me Steve, I’m perfectly average. I’m great as the friend but that’s all I’m destined to be. I mean it’s never bothered me until today really. Now that he knows who I am, it’s going to hurt even harder knowing my feelings will never be reciprocated…”

“You don’t know that, and you are amazing Daniela, you just don’t even know it!”

“Please Steve don’t lie. I love our friendship, but it only started because you wanted to get to know Nance, not me” Steve shuffles uncomfortably next to you so you grab his arm gently. “Which is absolutely fine, I wouldn’t want it anyways, neither did I back then.But I’m not meant to be the girl boys go for, especially not Eddie” Steve tries to hide a gag next to you and you roll your eyes and stifle a chuckle.

Steve sits up and looks down at you. “I hate that you see yourself like this. You’re one of the most badass woman I have ever met and deserve the world. I wish you could see what I see, and Eddie would be an absolute idiot to not see it as well. You’ve got to realise how amazing you are D. ”

“Oh my god stop it Steve” you try to hide your behind your hands. You realise this is why you prefer focusing on your friends rather than the other way around. When attention is on you and people are giving out compliments, it makes you feel extremely uncomfortable. You have never experienced compliments from your family growing up, so hearing it from friends now makes you unsure and nauseous.

“No. Tell me, why is this making you so uncomfortable ”

“We are not doing this”

“We are”

“I need another toke Jesus Christ”

You get up and head to the windowsill and light the joint again. Steve looks at you with his arms crossed. You both look at each other for a while and it dawns on Steve that you are feeling extremely uncomfortable when you start picking at your friendship bracelet and avoiding his stare. He smiles warmly at you and sits up.

“I can tell this is too much for you right now, but don’t think for a second I am letting this go Henderson. You’re lucky that I came here to talk about my terrible date. Now cmon, let’s get really high and laugh at my demise!”

You smile warmly at your friend and instantly relaxed. You loved that he knew this had started to get too much for you, and both of you clearly needed to let loose after a terrible Monday.

#eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #dustin henderson sister #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years ago

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pyxis.

dialogue prompt #9: “Cheer up it's Christmas Eve, sweetheart”

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: christmas au, brother's best friend au, fluff, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 3,412 (oh no)

warnings: reader is a lil sad but nothing angsty tho

summary: christmas was always an eager wait. less for the tree decorations, family dinner and the fuss of toddlers. more for your childhood best friend who you kissed under a mistletoe years back.

a/n: ahhh!!! I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out to be. the inspiration was from a few christmas themed fics I read here and the movie ‘It's Christmas, Eve’. anyway this was my attempt though it's nowhere near christmas time. one of my personal goals is to celebrate a christmas like the west, the snow, the fuss and the commotion ;-;. Also I lost sense of time and space and this turned out to be 3k ;-;

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“Cheer up it's christmas eve, sweetheart”, your mother chimes as she pours brown batter into little cupcake moulds.

You simply smile at her, the festive mood not really getting to you because of exhaustion. Uni was tough, and enjoying this Christmas when you know you have tons of essays due in a few days was hammering inside your brain every now and then.

“Is that chocolate?”, you ask, leaning your tired body on the counter where she is at work.

“And orange”, she smiles, turning around to preheat the oven.

“Where's Jin”. Though you hated the routinely flicks against your forehead, the absence of your big brother felt weird.

“He went with Jimin to get the Christmas tree”.

The mention of Jimin brings a smile to your face. His soft features and captivating grin filling your head. If there was one of the few things you enjoyed coming back to your hometown for holidays, it's chocolate cupcakes your mom bakes and Jimin.

His family are friends with yours after all. You, Jin and Jimin attended the same school until college and other priorities in life drift you apart. Though the bond must have rusted a bit, you can't deny the fact that you still have that crush which started somewhere in middle school, on a chritmas eve like this when he kissed your cheeks shyly under the mistletoe. Your friends and family, and even Jimin himself must have seen it nothing more than platonic, but you still find yourself relieving the moment in your head however crazy it may sound.

Standing up straight, you decide to fix your bed hair and complete the skincare routine before the said duo drops.

“Mrs. Y/L/n...”, Jimin softly kicks the back door. He is carrying one end of a huge fir, and your brother on the other end, grunting from the freezing snow outside.

“Oh dear place it right there”, you mother is quick to her feet helping the boys and doing her usual commentary on how well the tree looked.

Jimin looks more handsome than ever, especially with his nose and cheeks dusted in scarlet from the cold. He looks really huggable in his fluffy sweaters and red beanie. Jin is busy commanding around so you choose to sit back, a very typical sibling energy and the size of decoration boxes and the tree itself not really appetizing to your will to find any strength.

“Hey Y/n!”, Jimin stares back at your eyes in a split moment which has your lashes fluttering suddenly. You probably look like you are carrying a disease and right now you become very hyper aware of that.

“You alright? You look tired”, he comments. You feel his eyes carefully studying the black under your eyes and worrying his mind because that's what he is like. He cares about everyone and everything, has a heart so soft it hurts to even think about it.

“Jet lag...”, you say, “I'll be fine”. You shoot a little thumbs up on his way to reassure.

“Why didn't Jin get the tree earlier? It's Christmas in a few hours”, you dodge the focus around you and walk near in an attempt to closely examine the tree for no reason other than feeling Jimin’s eyes a little too long on you.

Your brother gets visibly annoyed seeing you start a very unnecessary talk. So he is completely obliged to shoot back with, “Because you were in charge of Christmas decorations this year but your lazy ass flew down here only yesterday”.

“You know I was busy with Uni!”

“Whatever”, he shrugs, getting back to the box of tree decorations. You feel a little bad seeing yourself not being helpful during a festive season. It felt like you were procrastinating on your responsibilities as always.

“Um...is there any way I can help?”, you ask softly, earning a mischievous grin from Jin and your mom fills in the answer.

“We need more baubles. Also I missed out gifts for Aerum and June, so maybe you can get them”. Now this was already tiring and you were not lying earlier either, the jet lag was still choking you alive. You wonder if the huge pile of stars and glitters beside your foot aren't enough but then maybe it's true because this is the largest fir you ever saw for Christmas in your house. And speaking of the five year old notorious duo, your cousins-- Aerum and June, you have no other option than to step out into the butt numbing cold and get something for the sake of not getting your brains eaten.

While you stand there doing these calculations, Jimin puts a two and two and immediately suggests to tag along with you.

“That'd be great! Thanks sweetie”, your mom chimes, her fine lines of face gathering around her eyes while she does so and you catch her throwing a wink to your side and you pretend you never saw that.

“Thank you Jimin”, you smile in all honesty while he reciprocates the same.

“No problem. I'll get my car. Will you be ready in an hour? I think you just woke up”

“Uh...yeah”, you fake a laugh, “Yes I'll be ready in an hour”

Jimin still lives here in your hometown, attends a community college nearby and his house is just a few steps away from your own. You remember how you had the same analogy in your mind as well. You like living here. You like Jimin’s company. The lake Park and the annual ice skating competition in December and the bookstores and coffee shops at the outskirts of the town. And you can't seem to clearly remember when and where that feeling started to become foreign. Maybe it was a teenage quirk to explore the world that you are now a three hour flight away from all of this. It wasn't a deep regret, but seeing Jimin, it almost felt like it. It felt like you betrayed him. Because he seemed to be keeping his word to this day.

This year, it's a few degrees lower than what it usually is and you find yourself chattering your teeth together as you walk to Jimin’s house.

His footsteps rush to get the door as soon as you ring the doorbell and he greets with the same wide grin as if he hasn't just saw you an hour ago.

“Let's go?”, he asks immediately, getting house keys from his coat pocket and locking the front door before stepping out making you confused.

“There's no one home? Where are your parents?”

“Oh well didn't Mrs. Y/L/n tell you?”, he studies your features and gets his response so he continues “They went to New York this year for Christmas. It's some elder people thing I think...so I'll be spending Christmas this year with your family”

“Really!?”, you chime, and then immediately notice a very childish jump you did with tiny fists and all, feeling a little embarrassed at yourself, “Ah... uh I mean that's great”.

“Yeah”, he giggles, sounding like a twelve year old who is still waiting for his growth spurt, “Get in the car it's freezing in here”.

Since it's been six odd months you've spoken to Jimin, you figured it would would be strange and awkward to be with him, but his demeanor states otherwise. He could effortlessly begin conversations and build momentum with you and by the time you are at a thrift store, he is aware of the little gist of student life and the dramatically exaggerated history research paper still due.

“What are you getting for the twins?”, he asks, seeing you checking out the kids toys section with absolutely no idea and that's exactly what you reply to him.

“How about this puzzle?”, he brings a big jigsaw to your glance and you figure it's a great thing to have their little brains engaged and give yourself time to breathe.

“It's perfect!”, you add, immediately placing it your cart with a few decors you picked up from earlier aisles.

Jimin places an extra pack of Christmas candies in the cart, and you send him a questionable look knowing it's his way of bribing the kids coming this evening. He puts too much effort into people's happiness, something you wish you were capable of as well.

The shopping went smooth. It was therapeutic to get hot chocolate with extra marshmallows afterwards like he insisted followed by that very cliche movie scene where one of them develops a creme moustache and the other notices and dabs it off.

You want this moment to linger a little longer, but your whole family arrives in less than two hours and the decorations were due. If Jin doesn't have you in the next thirty minutes he might as well eat all the cupcakes your mom is baking as revenge.

“I had a great time”, Jimin states as he stops the car in front of your house, stealing the words from your mouth and warmth hugs your cheeks immediately.

“Me too. It's been long since we spent time with each other”

You hear a lone sigh with white fogs coming out of his plump lips while he does so, as if he were suddenly sad when you mentioned that.

“Are you okay?”

His grips tightens around the steering, “I've missed you”, he says, eyes meeting slowly. And as if he was suddenly pulled back to earth he conjures another sentence to not sound so vulnerable.

“I uh... It's just--”

“I've missed you too”

Even with the gear box painstakingly blocking the way, you throw your upper half towards his body anyways and you find him hugging you back. His hugs still feel the same from years back; safe and warm and filled with love.

If it wasn't for the constant reminder that your brother is probably plotting a murder against you, you would've stayed much longer in his embrace. Maybe the hug was a big straightforward for a bond still gradually blooming, but it didn't feel weird at all and when you pull back he is smiling down at you.

“I thought you two lovebirds flew off”, a very annoyed Jin states from above you. He is balancing himself on a chair to attach the mistletoe to the ceiling.

“Sorry hyung”, Jimin says. And somehow now you are getting super aware of the way your family is low key shipping you both. Not that it's an irritating thing of course though you seem to act like it. But you have no idea what's going on with Jimin, what if he said he missed you as your childhood friend? It's a lot difficult to segregate his priority of giving affection. He seems to be giving justice in terms of care for every living being he knows.

“The circus is on its way so I hope you both hurry with putting up everything together”, the voice above states, now lowering himself to ground after putting up the twig.

Three of you giggle at the mention of your family as a circus. Well in a way it definitely was. You have a bunch if uncles who crack awful jokes, a trait Jin himself as picked up from a tender age of ten. Then their wives and kids who share certainly the same braincells in comprehending things. You bet they'll ask you again about your major and your dating history once they walk in through that door amidst clearly stating everytime that you are a history major and yes still very single.

In the hallway there is a half decorated tree. A thread of fairly lights wrapped around the green and very few baubles hanging here and there.

“I'll put up the star and join you”, Jimin says, digging out a golden star from the carton. Though now he doesn't know why it was a good idea for him to announce that when both of you were almost the same height. He is just a few centimeters taller than you and the top of the fir is still very much way above your heads.

So with a chuckle you both figure Jin has to do it.

“This is your final year right?”, Jimin asks stepping closer to you. He seemed nervous about something. Or was it anxious?

“Yeah...you?”

“Yeah...”, his sweet tone was drawn almost like a whisper and you sense you should ask him further about what's wrong. But before you had to deal with a starter he continues,

“Are you planning to work in Chicago as well?”

“Sweetheart help me clean up the kitchen please”, your hear your mom's voice overpowering through the house. Which is good. Because you don't know what you are supposed to answer. It was as if he was almost hopeful that you'll choose your hometown all over again. But you aren't sure. So you take the opportunity to step away from the situation excusing yourself.

And while you are clearing the blobs of batter stuck on the counter, your mind is a haywire. What are you going to do? Though you know your whole family wants you to stay, it's still a foggy place to be in. Four years apart in another city as a college student has not provided much, except caffeine addiction and sleepless nights. Things were not even as fun as everyone told you.

A few steps away Jimin silently prays that you stay, because he had truly missed you. Even though you have outgrown from the eighteen year old shell as he had known, he finds himself actively choosing to be with you. Even when other things in life occupies his mind, there's an element of it which goes back to you.

“They are here!”. You groan silently, while your parents are throwing their hands in air, giggles and chatter fills in as your uncles and aunts and the taunting toddlers welcome themselves in.

“Y/n! You have grown so much!”, the older aunt comments, and you supply a manufactured smile to tag along. Other comments follow by soon, about how tired you are, gasps about not having a partner and future plans, all of which are not completely answerable at the moment but you manage to get through them all and finally excusing yourself back to the garage convincing there are more decor supplies in there.

Families are nice. They make festivals brighter and lives less lonely. But yours was just hard sometimes. Not that you completely loathed the people now fueling themselves off the cup cakes your mom bakes, you were just merely lost, still yet to come up with an answer to what your stance is after graduation.

“Hey...”. Jimin has joined you now which you notice feeling a warmth against your shoulder when he sits, with an extra scraf knowing the garage is still comparatively chilly than the house, “you okay?”.

“Yeah...I was just...thinking”

“Is this about earlier? I'm sorry if I made you anxious”, he quickly adds.

“No!...I mean yeah but, it's high time I find a ground with this. What are your plans?”

“I was thinking about teaching at Jefferson High”, he shifts rather uncomfortably. He is talking of the school in your town, your school, where you have lots of memories with Jimin, “You know...like we said during Junior year in high school?”

“I'm sorry Jimin”, you feel the guilt inside you growing, “I never kept my promises”.

“Hey...that's okay! Everyone changes. I just want you to be happy. I...I hope you are happy Y/n”, he reassures, taking your hand from your side and squeezing it between his soft palms.

“I don't know about that either...”

As much as you hated showcasing vulnerability to another person, you know Jimin is an exception. You had cried to him about everything during school days and he had never invalidated a single thing, even when you were visibly dramatic over a downpour during a family picnic when you were five.

Jimin is frozen on his seat as if he can't find the words. He was never good with words so instead he hugs you, a little longer than the last time till he is sure you have calmed down. Grateful for not ending up crying, you smile up at him and remind yourselves to get back inside to avoid suspicion, especially from the kids who take humiliating people as an important milestone to achieve.

When you enter back inside and get immediately surrounded by a million questions and chores thrown at you, you find your answer. Maybe your heart belongs back to everything your younger self had blabbered about. Not to mention, this fairly good reunion with your crush feels nice, though, he might still see it as platonic. Maybe he makes things less daunting.

By the way Jimin was owning everyone's heart in the house, it felt like he was family. Well in a way he is. But to put more clarity, he bought things together and his actions bought so much peace and love within everyone. Even the notorious twins listen carefully to him and help the uncles and aunts in the kitchen.

He is again by your side, two cupcakes rests on his palms and you take it with a silent ‘thanks’.

Seeing no signs of him beginning a talk now, you think of coming up with something. Maybe a memoir from today? Or about how absolutely handsome he looks right now? Wait.

“They are under the kissing twig!”, Aerum screams like the house caught in fire, her sibling joining by the side to provoke the habit even more.

“It's called a mistletoe Aerum”, your aunt corrects before pasting a smug across her lips.

Nothing changed. They are the same people. Hyping you and Jimin to kiss just like when you were thirteen. If the factor of time is removed, this is the exact night. Both of you cemented to the flooring as if you forgot to exist.

Both of your necks snap together to the mistletoe Jin had attached to the ceiling earlier. And when you lower your gaze back, face gawks at each other eye to eye. It's the same. He has that blush, the shyness from years ago. It's going to be platonic. Yet again. And this moment will only ever be romantic and flowery in your head.

June was the first to squeak, and Aerum shuts her eyes the moment Jimin is leaning his mouth towards your lips. It was difficult to relax under the stares of many, but when he ghosts his mouth over your again and leans in for a second kiss, you are fixated on him. Hands holding each other, the plump of his lips so soft it felt like you were biting into a fluff of cloud.

Maybe he'll have an explanation to your family for this. Not like anyone in the audience was disappointed. Your mother was almost in tears? And Jin looked hardly surprised with any of this. As if it was all swell according to his plans.

“You both are so cute”, one of the aunts awes and your mother is quick by her side, completely agreeing to it.

“Jimin...”, you return your gaze to the equally flustered man who just kissed you and he sounded almost breathless,

“I'm sorry if this was wrong it ju--”

“I like you”, you immediately snap in and his face is a void for an instant. Fully processing the words, his eyes disappear when he grins, “I like you too...a lot”.

“Are you two dating?”, the twins haven't dropped the case yet, running to your feet to help their curious brains.

“Yes...”, Jimin responds, looking up at you for a reassurance, which you quickly supply with a nod, “Yes we are dating”.

When the kids are satisfied they go away snickering to themselves.

“I decided to stay”, you say.

“Really!?”, his disbelief was comical, yet wholesome considering how much he wished for this, “I'm...I'm so happy!”.

Giggling at him, this time you lean forward and peck the corner of his lips.

“You lovebirds better get a room”, Jin announces and thankfully not loud enough to catch everyone else's attention.

Usually Jin expects a punch to his arms from his sister, but he sees how grateful you are for his mistletoe decor. He leaves the couple, satisfied that there won't be any more ranting about how much Jimin likes you.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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His First Kiss

Shouji Mezou x Fem!Reader

Last year of UA

Inspired by my love for this multi-armed boy and the fact that I once fell down in the snow like eight times in one afternoon.

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You were walking from the dorms to the school when your foot slipped in the ice, sending you to your knees. Your tights were ripped but you didnt really care, you were notorious for falling down in the ice and snow and you didnt really mind. You picked yourself back up and dusted off your knees, the wet ice in your tights making your shiver before you finished your walk to the school. Unaware of the eyes on you who were worried until they saw you get up with a smile and continue your walk.

You were running a little late to training, had an issue with your new hero suit you got and ended up taking a while to get it figured out. You were sprinting from the school to training ground beta when you slipped again in the melting snow on the hill you tried to run down. You ended up sliding on your butt all the way to the bottom, laughing the whole way. The same boy caught that fall too, smiling under his mask at the cute sound of your laugh. After training you convince the other girls to sled down the hill on your butts or feet, laughing when Kirishima, Kaminari, and Deku joined you, leading to an impromptu snowball fight, his covered cheeks blushing when you used him to hide from everyone else, his other arms automatically moving to keep you inconspicuous as you waited for Mina to turn before you popped out and shoved a snowball down the back of her shirt. Screaming laughing you grabbed his hand and took off running away from Mina.

After your fun in the snow, your fingers and lips were blue, you felt the cold in your bones and knew you wouldn’t warm up until the next day. He walked next to you as you all walked back to the school, thinking that your red nose and cheeks were so adorable.

After a really hot shower in the school girls locker room you tuck your wet hair under your beanie so it won't freeze when you go outside again. You want to head to the convenience store by the school and already got approval to do so by Aizawa on the condition you go with another student who also asked to go, Shouji.

You were looking up at the clouds because they started to dump out more snow so you didn't notice when you were in the same place you slipped earlier, this time your foot hits the ice and you fall in slow motion, down to your back, catching yourself on your elbows. You chuckle and then sigh, just accepting your fate and deciding to watch the snow fall for a few more moments. The same boy looking out his bedroom window when he saw you fall again, in the same place. He would have gone down if you hadn’t gotten up laughing, he was so curious about you.

You change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, you make a mental note to pick up a sweatshirt at the store so you wouldn't have to wear your bulky coat anymore, before slipping on your vans. You empty your backpack and put your wallet inside before putting it over your shoulders again, before heading down stairs to wait from Shouji.

“Ready?” he asks and you beam up at the large man, you would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to this, he was your crush after all. “Ready!” he nods and opens the door for you, not even realizing you weren't wearing something warmer.

You made it to the store with no incidents, easy conversation flowing between you both. “Do you want to shop together or meet up in 30 minutes? Personally, I would like to shop together. But it’s up to you Shouji” you say as you grab a basket, his cheeks flushing under his mask “together” he says and you smile up at him again, a smile that makes his heart skip.

“What’s your favorite kind of breakfast?” you ask as you turn down the cereal aisle. “My mom used to make very traditional breakfasts growing up but i’m really fond of trix cereal or oatmeal” he says and you chuckle “I like to add egg whites to my oatmeal and flax seed, it’s actually” you huff as you try and reach for your favorite cereal, one that you just snack on and keep in your room, but you couldn't reach the last box in the very back, Shouji smiles at your cute attempt, it looked like you were trying to force your arms to lengthen. “Actually pretty good, with a little maple syrup and almond milk, delicious” he walks over to you and reaches up, easily grabbing the box “maybe you could make me some one day” he says, avoiding your eyes shyly.

“Thank you” you say and place your hand on his closest arm “name the morning Shouji and it’s a date” you smile and his heart flips. His arm was incredibly warm under your touch, warming your fingers through his hoodie. He frowns under his mask when you drop your hand and continue walking down the aisle. “Tomorrow?” he asks and you grin, grabbing a can of oats, “tomorrow it is”

You place your bags in your backpack, putting his in there as well before he can object as he’s paying, when he notices your bag is already on your back again, a smile and blushing cheeks meeting his questioning eyes as he notices his bags are gone. You're halfway back to the school when you realize you forgot a hoodie, your skin finally feeling too cold to handle but it was too late now. You talked a little slower and more controlled so he wouldn't notice your teeth chattering.

You enter the schools gates laughing at one of his stories about kaminari when your foot slips on ice again, the semi melted snow from the morning now frozen under the fresher snow from the day. You almost think you’re done for until his arms are around you, holding you steady. “What is this, the fourth time today?” your cheeks flush “sixth actually” you admit and he shakes his head with a laugh. “I only saw three” he says and you feel your stomach drop in embarrassment. “Sorry you had to witness my clutzyness” he laughs “i admire how you can pop back up with a smile after falling so many times” you shrug in the embrace of four of his arms “most of life isn’t a big deal, it doesn't stop my happiness” you look up into his eyes, your (e/c) ones shining in the twilight of the sunset behind clouds, he’d kiss you if he could.

As you begin to pull away you shiver in his embrace, your teeth chattering as it happens. That’s when he notices you only have on one layer, the cold that was still in your bones from that afternoon seeping into his fingertips from you. “You’re freezing, why aren't you wearing a coat?” he asks and you chuckle “I meant to buy a hoodie today but I forgot. I don't like how bulky my coat is” his arms fall away from you and he swiftly pulls his six armed hoodie off and hands it to you.

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods, readjusting his mask. You hand him your backpack and he puts it over one of his shoulders. You slip on his tan hoodie and smile as your head pops through. The smell of musk and bergamot fills your nose as you bury it in the neck, you put your arms through the top arm holes and then you shove the other four sleeves inside the hoodie before you look up meeting his eyes. “Thank you Shouji” you whisper, the sound of snow hitting the ground faintly is barely heard over the sound of your beating heart in your ears.

Shouji knew giving it to you was the right decision but a tiny part of him regrets it because now he knows just how gorgeous you looked in his clothes. “You smell amazing by the way” you say as you start walking again. He doesnt know what to say back, his mind blank, head empty other than the fact that you think he! smells! Good! “It’s 1 million lucky” he says in a panic, thinking he was taking too long to respond so he just said the first thing he thought, which was the name of his cologne. “has it brought you any luck?” you ask and he looks over at you, your eyes on the ground in front of you so you don't slip. “Yes. it has” you look over and meet his eye “1 million?” you ask with an amused smirk “at least 1 million, if not more” you laugh “That’s good. I think it’s working for me too. I feel really lucky tonight” you turn your attention back to the sidewalk again, not noticing yourself stray further from your path and closer to him until the back of your fingers brush the backs of his. Your cheeks flush as you move your hand, but decide not to move away from him.

He overthought way too much for his own good, he wanted to grab your hand and hold it but you couldn't find the guts. When you get back to the dorms he opens the door for you again and you smile warmly up at him as you brush past him. You help each other put away your snacks in your cupboards, you shove your cereal back in your backpack. “Do you want some tea?” he asks and you nod “so much yes” he chuckles “go sit on one of the couches and i’ll make us some.

You sit in the middle and pull your feet up, sliding the hoodie around your legs as well as you lean your head back, staring at the ceiling as you wait. Smiling at how nice your evening has been you realize that even the dorms lounge was empty, you couldn't doubt the power of the 1 million lucky cologne.

He hands you a cup of tea and then sits beside you on your left. “Thank you Shouji, this is just what i needed” you take a sip and then just sit with your knees pulled up and your tea warming your hands. You turn your body after a moment to face him more “feel free to not answer this if it’s too personal” you say as you watch one of his hand mouths sip his tea “do you ever eat, drink, whatever, with your mouth mouth?” you say and to make sure he knew what you meant you run your thumb across the edge of his mask against his cheek.

“Sometimes when i’m alone in my room. It’s just a habit by now to not” you nod and then take another sip, the hot liquid warming your tummy. “How about kissing?” you ask and he chuckles, not a new question to him “I uh, I don't know actually. Never had a girl who wanted to kiss me” he says confidentently, not really minding the fact. “No kissing your hand mouth or over the mask or under? That's so shocking to me” he turns his body towards you, his arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch next to you “why is that shocking?” he asks and you smile, looking down into your half empty mug with a blush rising up your neck “because” you whisper and he cocks his head “because?” you finish your tea in once swallow and then set the mug on the side table before you meet his eyes again “because Shouji, you are incredibly handsome, intelligent, strong, kind. I can’t understand how there hasn't been someone you want to kiss” he chuckles, setting his cup next to yours “I said I never had a girl who wanted to kiss me. Not that Inhaven't wanted to kiss a girl” he looks at you so pointedly you feel like he means you “i’m a girl though” you whisper and he cocks his head “and you want to kiss me?” he whispers back and instead of answering you lean slowly forward, pressing your lips to his cloth covered cheek.

He cups your cheek with one of his hands and presses his forehead to yours, you sigh and lean more into him, a smile on your lips and your eyes closed. “Do you promise to keep your eyes closed?” he whispers, his voice a little trembly, “pinky promise and cross my heart” you raise your hand, pinky out and he chuckles, locking his pinky with yours and shaking once. He pulls back and you keep your eyes closed, he can't help but admire how beautiful you are, cheeks flushed and messy hair while you wear his giant hoodie. Slowly he hooks his fingers in his mask, pulling it down to his neck.

You feel sets of his arms move around to hold you, pulling you closer as two of his hands cup your cheeks softly. He watches your smile grow when you feel his breath fan over your face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, when he pulls back after half a second you frown “again” you say and he laughs “anything for you, love” he whispers, a hair breadth away from touching your lips, sending warm tingles down your spine. He kisses you again and you move, keeping your eyes closed and your lips on his as you reach out, gripping his strong shoulders as you put your leg over his and scoot so you could straddle him.

Four hands rest on your back as two stay on your neck. His lips were soft and plush and his body was warm as he held you to his chest, your lips moving together. His tongue touches your lips and you gasp softly before grinning and letting his tongue enter your mouth at a weird pace. You pull back, keeping your eyes closed and you say “slower, like this” your lips meet again and he lets your tongue in is mouth, slowly moving around his, massaging and twisting your tongue with his in the right ways, your hands buried in his hair as he mons into your mouth.

You bite his bottom lip and pull back, laying your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck and lifting the fabric of his mask to press kisses against his soft skin. He hums deep down in his chest as you nip at his pulse point. “Shouji, can I leave a mark?” you ask, your breathing still ragged. He moans out a quiet “yes” breathy as he pants, his heart racing under your lips as you suck on his skin. After a few moments you pull back and kiss his neck over your mark, you feel your way with kisses to make your way back to his lips, kissing him softly before pulling his mask back up, with his help, before you open your eyes and look down at him.

“Shouji” you whisper with a smile, still breathing a little heavily, one of his hands was tangled in your hair still, a few of the sleeves of his hoodie have gone right side out again, you run your hands down his strong chest as you look into his eyes. His pupils were blown and his eyes were shining, the cold in your body forgotten about now that you were warm, his eyes never leaving yours.

He reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear when it falls into your face. “I’ve had a crush on you since you first walked into class second year. You said ‘i’m y/n l/n and my superpower is knowing the right music to play for any occasion as well as a strength quirk’ you were so captivating. You still are. So beautiful and kind. I keep meaning to ask you to make me a playlist” you laugh and cup his cheek “i can't believe you remember that, it feels like so long ago” he chuckles and you feel the vibrations in your palm on his chest “Mezou” you whisper and watch his eyes brighten, making the butterflies in your stomach triple as you beam at him “I have had a crush on you since the same day, when you let me sit next to you at lunch. You’re so kind and selfless, so gentle. you are ready and willing to risk your life to save anyone no matter what. I’m always so impressed and proud of the hero you’re becoming. And you see me! There are so many loudmouths in our school but you’re always there, never wavering, making me feel important”

He cups your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone “you are the most important to me. We’ve been friends for years but never close and I feel like I’m to blame for that. I was afraid you’d be scared of me and I didn’t want to ever confirm that fear” you cup both of his cheeks now and smile warmly at him “you could never scare me” he laughs once “you say that now, but you haven’t seen me. I started wearing this mask because in my village they have prejudices against quirks that alter appearances. I scared a little girl and it made me realize I don’t want to scare anyone” you lean forward and kiss his forehead gently “I can’t imagine how that must have made you feel. But I’m telling you with no doubt in my heart, you’ll never scare me. No matter what you look like under your mask. No matter what happens to you.” You lean down and hug yourself to him, “your strong arms around me, make me feel safe. Comfortable. Kissing you, made me feel warm, made my heart race, made me so happy” you lean back up and smile again at him “so whenever you’re comfortable enough with me, whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

His eyes look misty, his hands on your back were tense, his heartbeat was racing under your palms on his chest. “You’re amazing” he whispers “I can’t say how much that truly means to me” you kiss his forehead softly again, you would have kissed his lips if not for his mask up. “Can I kiss you again?” He whispers and then clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowed “yes please” you say and close your eyes, reaching up and pulling his mask down gently as his hands bury in your hair again and cup your cheeks to guide your lips to his own.

After talking for hours you end up falling asleep together on the couch, his warm arms surround you and holding you in place against his side and chest. You woke up to the sound of stomping above you, Bakugou had woken up and he was a heavy walker. You look up at the man who’s arms you were in and smile, he was still asleep and his face was so soft and adorable, his hair was a mess and his mask was askew, showing the hickey you made last night. You chuckle and brush your fingers over the mark. “Mezou” you whisper and watch as his eyes scrunch before he takes a huge deep breath and his eyes flutter open and look at you, his sweet beautiful girl looking up into his eyes, his heart melted.

“Good morning handsome” you say and he chuckles “good morning sweetheart” he says back, his voice still coated with sleep, it was deep and husky and gave you goosebumps. “We should get up before someone finds us here” he groans and holds you tighter “let them find us” you laugh and kiss his chest “we have class too” he groans again and then releases you “you’re right” you stand together and he doesn’t let go of your hand until you get to your door where he pulls you into a hug. “So are we? Uh are you?... uhm” He's flustered, unsure if you’re together, if he has to clarify that he wants to be with you, or if you don’t want to be with him, you chuckle and look up at him “Mezou, do you want to be together?” He nods and you beam up at him “good! Me too! So now that that’s taken care of.. walk me to class?” He laughs and nods again “of course, I’ll come back when I’m ready” he presses his mask covered lips to your forehead and you blush “okay. Sounds perfect” you whisper, you keep a hold of his hand until he’s at the end of his arm length, your fingers holding you together until you reluctantly relax the tips of your fingers and let your hand fall down to your side as he chuckles softly, winking at you before you close the door of your room. Sighing in happiness and taking a moment to think about last night, before hurrying and getting ready for your day, not even remembering you were supposed to make him breakfast until you were sitting next to him at lunch.

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theduosetter · 3 years ago

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── 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙠 ──

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x f!reader

Summary: Two strangers laid their eyes upon one another and were captivated at first sight. All they were itching to know was their name yet who knew they were closer to each other than they realized.

Warning(s): cursing, fluff, adorable all around!!

A|N: I hope you enjoy this mini series! Any heart or reblog would be appreciated thank you! Feedback too :D

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Part: 3

"Hurry up, Y/n!" Hinata yelled as he grew impatient.

"I'm coming, Shoyo! You're literally outside of my door." you hung up and grabbed your bag along with your phone.

Opening your bedroom door you saw your best friend standing there tapping his foot. "Was it really necesarry for you to call me when you were already here?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed "I don't want you changing plans last minute."

"I'm not going to bail on you guys." you chuckled "Relax, we are going to hangout together today."

"Alright. Come on we still need to get to the gym to warm up." he grabbed your hand and ran downstairs.

"Shoyo!" you exclaimed "Where's Tobio anyway?"

When you got to the bottom of the stairs you saw the black haired friend sitting down at the kitchen table. A sigh escaped your lips knowing he wouldn't pass up the chance of some milk with your mom's pastries. "I can't quite say that I'm surprised."

"Do you wnt...s-sum?" he muffled as he chewed down on the bread making his cheeks chubbier.

"I'll be fine." you answered unlike the orange hair who stuffed a plastic bag filled with pastries while your mom laughed.

"Why don't I just give you guys some extra ones?" your mom said as she filled another bag with individual wrapped bakery goods.

"We'd appreciate it!" the duo spoke.

"We gotta go or else you'll be late for the game!" you exclaimed pulling each one away from the counter covered in sweets.

"Let me get one more!" Hinata whined, "One more-"

"You'll both end up getting stomach aches if you don't stop!" you retorted.

What seemed like eternity you managed to get them out the door despite the begs. "Please make sure to come back soon boys!" your mom said.

"We'll be back Mrs. (last name)! Thank you for the sweets!" they both yelled in unison.

"I will see you before closing, mom." you kissed her cheek and grabbed the four bentos. "Thank you for the food!"

"Be careful okay?" she waved goodbye at you then chuckled to herself, "I'm glad my baby has her friends."

"Seriously you guys barely have enough time to get to the gym!" you yelled out as you three ran towards the school's grounds. "I told you we had to go!"

"Yeah but your mom's bread was so good!" Hinata jumped "It tasted like a fluffy cloud Y/n!"

"She definitely needs to bring her food to the next school's festival." Kageyama added "Imagine how much attention your mom's bakery would get."

You bit your lip "You're not wrong about that..."

Hinata looked at his watch, his eyes widened. "We only have 15 minutes to practice before the other school get's here Kageyama!"

"You idiot! I told you we had to go!" he moved closer to kick his butt but Hinata managed to dodge his hit.

"Oh shut up! You were stuffying your face too!"

"Why am I friends with these two again?" you muttered.

"Come on pick up the pace y/n!" Hinata and Kageyama grabbed your hands and ran faster than your legs could move.

"G-guys!" you exclaimed "I-I'll end up falling─ slow down!" they were too focused on getting to practice than hear about your objections "If I break a bone I'm telling my mom to ban you from the shop!"

After a five minute run that was supposed to be ten, you finally arrived. Your legs felt like jelly and your sweater was long gone as your body was too sweaty. 'This was worse than a summer day...' you thought, 'I showered and got dressed so nicely only for it to be ruined by those two. Ugh they owe me big time.'

You slowly treaded towards the stairs of the gym, their teammates were too busy preparing to notice you. A sigh escaped your lips upon feeling the cool air coming from the a/c. "This... this is nice." you mumbled. "It feels like a cold freezer..."

"Um... hi." a voice spoke coming from behind you.

"You two are so banned..." you muttered under your breath. Slowly you turned around to come face with two guys. 'They must be their teammates.'

"Are you going to keep blocking the door or can we get through?" the tall guy with the glasses spoke.

"Tsuki." the shorter one mumbled.

"Well?" he stared you down, "We don't have all day."

'He must be the guy that Shoyo and Tobio went up against.' you thought.

"R-right... but you don't have to be so rude you know." you answered.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes walking passed you meanwhile his friend gave you an apologetic smile. "He's usually not mean." he chuckled slightly "Do you need help with something?"

"No... I came to see some friends. But they left me out on the front steps to get ready for your match today."

"Wait... are you really their friend?" he asked.

"If you're talking about the tall one and the ginger then yes." you chuckled, "They said it was fine for me to come today."

"Don't take this the wrong way but..." he scratched his cheek looking away from you, "I'm surprised they have a friend that's a girl, given the way that they are."

"No worries. I understand what you mean especially since we met in very different times." You two walked inside "I'm still surprised they are friends."

"Y/n!" looking to the left you saw Yachi jogging over to you. "Oh hey, Tadashi!"

"I should go warm up, it was nice meeting you!"

"You too Tadashi!"

She then spoke again, "What happened to you? Did you run all the way here?"

"Hinata and Kageyama were too busy stuffing their faces with my mom's pastries. By the time they actually listened to me it was too late and we had to run all the way here." you whined "Now I'm all covered in sweat and I feel disgusting."

"I told them not to get distracted." she sighed "Do you want to freshen up? I have an extra shirt in the club room."

"Really? Id really appreciate that."

"Come on we still have a few minutes before the whole team gets here."

Your feet were too tired to walk yet somehow you managed to go upstairs to the room. "I swear one day those two will be the death of me." you complained.

"Can you blame them? Your mom's sweets are too good." Yachi chuckled.

Shaking your head you went inside and washed your face along with your arms and back. "How are the two doing with their quick attack by the way?" you asked.

"They're getting there, although they still want to make sure it comes out perfect. Coach Ukai said they need to upgrade it or else it won't be enough to get past the blocker's hands."

You nodded, "There's no doubt in my mind they will make it work. From the videos you've sent me those two can work a miracle even if they end up fighting... their goals are the same."

"Oh right I was going to ask you..." Yachi continued "... how did it go with your guy by the way? Did he end up messaging you?"

Biting your lip, you put on the white clean shirt. "He did, he was so nervous and sweet. I apologized to him about what my mom did yet he said he didn't mind because he was nervous about talking to me." you giggled.

"Wait so your mom really did give him your phone number?!"

"She did! I wasn't expecting her to go that far." you answered "But it is kinda embarrasing how she had to do it for me though..."

"Nonesense!" she exclaimed "You just needed that little push well you both did. I'm sure he knows that especially since he took the time to message you."

It was difficult to hide the smile that kept creeping up on your face. "As cliche as it sounds... it really feels like a movie Yachi."

"You're barely at the talking stage but what if he asks you out on a date then to become something more. Are you ready to go that far?"

Closing the locker you turned to face her, "Not going to lie with everything that has happened... I feel scared to say yes. After what happened I never really thought someone would take an interest in me and that I'd feel the same way."

Yachi placed her hand on your shoulder, "It's been at least 4 four years I think it is time to enjoy a new adventure in your life. You may never know what might happen."

"Yeah, I know."

There was a knock on the door, "Hey! Yachi are you almost ready? Kiyoko said she needs your help setting up."

"Yeah! We'll be right there Sugawara!" she yelled back.

"Who's Sugawara?" you asked.

"Come on let's go meet the rest of the team that way it'll be easier." she chuckled taking your hand and walking back to the gym.

There were sudden butterflies in your stomach, although you knew your friends were part of the team, you couldn't but wonder if it was okay for you to come. All you wanted was to make a good impression for the team that gave your friends the opportunity to play.

As soon as she opened the door everyone turned their heads to look at you. Two memebers then ran over to you both making you jump back.

"A new girl!" they yelled in unison.

"She's so cute!" the shorter one exclaimed.

"You didn't tell us you had such a pretty friend Yachi!" the taller one added.

Yachi became flustered, "Ah! T-this is m-my friend! She came to w-watch the game today. Y/n this is Tanaka and Nishinoya."

Feeling embarrassed you gave them a nod, "It's nice to meet you guys."

"She's so adorable!" Tanaka exclaimed "I hope we get to see you around here more often."

"Oh... um sure, if you guys don't mind." you said.

"Where have you been all my life?!" Nishinoya's eyes widened not being able to handle how cute you looked.

"Oh Y/n!" Hinata then jogged over to you guys "Can you help us toss some balls?"

"Yeah let's go-" you went to follow Hinata only to be taken away in the opposite direction.

"You need to meet the whole team." Nishinoya held your hand dragging you over to what seemed to be the third years along with other members.

"Guys! This is Yachi's friend, Y/n! Y/n, this is Suga or Sugawara for short, Asahi, Tsukishima, Tadashi, and Ennoshita!"

You tried to hide your nervousness, "Hello! It's nice to meet you guys, thank you for letting my friends play."

Tsukishima stared at you with an uninterested look, while Tadashi smiled softly.

"How did you manage for Hinata and Kageyama to get along? They were at each other's throats." Sugawara chuckled.

"Well... let's just say it's still hasn't changed much." you rubbed the back of your head. "But we make it work."

"Are you also a first year?" Ennoshita asked.

"Mhm I had to change school's during the second semester." you answered. "Karasuno is my second school."

"Well welcome to the team, I apologize in advance if things get out of control." Sugawara said "They're usually..." he tried to put into words but you understood.

"No worries if I can handle those two I'm sure it won't bother me." you chuckled. "Is this the whole team?"

"We're only missing our captain." Asahi answered, "Where is he anyways?"

Tskushima shrugged "He said something about needing to find his knee pads."

"Anyway we should go get ready before the school shows up. Let's start to warm up." Sugawara said and everyone went off to do their own things. "If you want you can sit down besides Coach Ukai and Mr. Takeda."

"Oh okay." you then looked around "Do you need help with anything?"

"I think we should be good, can you help with picking up the volleyballs and putting them in that basket when the other team gets here?"

"Sure." you were about to grab the cart when you heard the door open again.

"Oh! Daichi come over here!" he yelled.

Your feet froze, the numbness you felt earlier in your legs returned. 'Please... don't be who I think it is...' you thought lowering your head, 'Oh my god what if he gets dissappointed?'

You tried to subtly fix your hair and tuck in the club room shirt. Sugawara noticed, "Are you okay─"

"What is it Suga?" Daichi asked as he walked over to where you both were.

"This is the friend that they were talking about, this is Y/n." he said smiling softly at you. "Daichi?"

You slowly lifted your head to come face to face with those loving brown eyes. Daichi was in the same state as you, shocked yet happy to finally see you.

"Are you alright?" Sugawara asked looking at him.

"Y-yeah..." he chuckled awkwardly "It should have been obvious right?"

Your face was hot, "Y-yeah, I shouldn't have been so dumb."

"You two know each other-"

"This is y/n... the one I've been telling you about." Daichi said.

"Oh...." Suga mumbled "So you're the one he can't stop rambling about." a smirked then formed on his lips.

You blushed, "W-what, really?"

"Suga!" Daichi exclaimed.

"I can't believe after all this time you two would end up meeting each other at school." he said.

"Yeah..." you chuckled lightly "I knew you played a sport but never thought you were my friend's captain."

"I didn't know if it sounded cool─" he admitted.

"Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed "It's amazing! Volleyball isn't an easy sport. The amount of people that depend on you to lead them, yet you still have their backs and know what to say" you smiled looking up at him. "It's admirable really."

Daichi rubbed the back of his head, shyly smiling "Thank you I try my best to keep them under control... but sometimes they don't bother to listen."

"I know how that feels."

Sugawara stood quiet watching you two converse as if you were the only ones. He wanted to say something to get Daichi all flustered but didn't have the heart to do so. 'I am sooo going to have fun with this.' he thought.

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harryspet · 5 years ago

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ahh i love your writing and your dark!peter fics are the best, could we get a darkfic of peter bullying/harassing the reader and then things escalate if you know what i mean ??

rude boy | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x reader, bully peter, verbal/physical harassment, noncon/dubcon, fingering, public sex, mentions of intercourse/oral sex, peter being a jerk, fish sticks

A/N: I combined your ask with another bully peter request I got! I’ll post that asks right after this. Hope you like this!

In which Peter can’t make up his mind about whether he loves or hates you.

word count: almost 3k

Your gaze fell down to your lap as he entered the classroom. Everyone else’s seemed to lift, admiring their classmate who famously saved the world several times. It was safe to say that the fame had gone to his head. You nervously played with the ends of your skirt as you waited for the commotion in the room to die down and for the class to start.

That didn’t happen because an unfamiliar person slid onto the stool beside you and you lifted your head to see Peter. He gave you a bored look as he looked you over, “What’s up, fish sticks?”

Your eyes shut tightly as you winced at the name. He knew it got under your skin and loved to watch you squirm. He nudged your arm, “Hmm?”

Everyone remembered that time in fifth grade, on the trip to the aquarium, where you threw up your packed lunch on one of the employees. Your mom had packed you fish sticks and, as you sat through one of their fun presentations, one of the presenters picked you to come up to the stage. You were shy, even back then, and as he asked you something you learned that day, you completely lost your lunch on his shoes. This all led to one of your classmates shouting, “She barfed up her fish sticks!” and laughter ensued.

Even Peter seemed to think it was still funny, “You’re not my partner, Peter,” You said, not meeting his eyes.

“Now I am,” Your heart skipped a beat as you heard him, “I can’t work with Ned anymore, he sucks at cooking and I need a good grade in this class.”

You looked back at Peter’s normal seat to see your family and consumer science partner sitting with Ned. You liked her and she always did her fair share of the work. You were sure the opposite would be true for Peter.

Peter faked a smile at you, “So what are we cooking today? Fish sticks?”

You took a deep breath, your hands tapping nervously at the table, “You could try looking at the board,” You felt him scoot his stool closer to you, his body leaning over the counter.

“I think I’ll just look at you instead,” Your breathing hitched in your throat as he leaned into your ear. Just as he did, your teacher entered the room. You thought she was a good teacher, she graded easily, and Peter must’ve been a complete idiot to not be doing well. Clearly, this wasn’t his subject of expertise.

The room was set so each station had its own oven, stove, and appliances. This unit was all about cooking and today you were making dessert. Your teacher gave you a list of instructions before adding that you should all make sure you’re following safety protocols.

You stood up from your stool, mostly just to get some space from Peter and walked over to grab an apron.

The assignment went much worse than you expected. Peter refused to even lift a spoon or even wear an apron. He sat by as you did all the work, only offering to lick the spoon clean when you were finished with it. The times he got off his butt were to walk over to Ned’s table to chat with him.

“You’re good at this,” Peter said, as you poured the batter into a cake tin. You were a little out of breath from running around to grab supplies, “You should come over and make me a sandwich sometime.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep yourself from responding.

As soon as you got your cake into the oven, you took a deep breath, taking a look at the clock to see if you were going to finish on time, “Can you chill? You’re stressing me out.”

You rested your hands against the counter, “I’m …” Your voice raised only for a moment before you lowered it, “I’m stressing you out?”

Peter noticed your frustration and smirked, “Awe, I’m joking fish sticks. You’re doing great,” He winked.

Maybe you could talk to the teacher, tell her that you and Peter were not a good fit together. She’d ask you why you didn’t want to be partners and then you would have to tell her … and facing Peter after that would be a nightmare. You shook your head at the thought and convinced yourself you could go the rest of the semester doing the work all by yourself.

You were going to get into a good school, especially with the number of clubs you were a part of and the one that you created yourself. A book club because you loved reading and school was lacking one. There were four members in total including you and your friend Jess. If you wanted your club to seem serious on college applications then you needed more members.

Jess had the idea of hanging up banners and flyers during the free period and, of course, you were all in.

You went around the school with a ladder the janitor lent you and hung up your homemade posters. You were hanging a large banner towards the front of the school when the bell suddenly rang, ending the free period.

“Just a few more inches to the left,” Jess instructed you and you slowly moved the poster to the position she wanted before Jess reached up to hand you the tape.

There was something about you that Peter couldn’t quite wrap his head around. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. It was something about the snooty, preppy way you dressed that he a distaste for but turned him on to you at the same time. You were so intelligent but corruptible still. It was quite frustrating knowing you’d only see him as a nuisance.

He watched the back of your legs, your skirt slightly rose as you taped up your poster. He thought about those baby pink panties you were probably wearing.

You were admiring your work when suddenly the ladder shook and, for a moment you thought you might fall back until you barely caught yourself. A sharp shriek left your lips and the hall went silent until everyone was staring at you and then chuckling. You felt your cheeks warm as you quickly stepped down the ladder.

You looked around the culprit and found Peter walking backward in the other direction. He smiled, “See you at book club, fish sticks!”

Your hands formed a fist at your side as you gave Jess an incredulous look.

“Sorry,” She apologized, but you were already marching away.

Two weeks later, you were in a crowded subway car heading to school. Some soft pop song was playing in your headphones and you were swaying your head slightly to the music. Your eyes traveled around as you people watched.

You had done this route every day but you found yourself getting nervous now when you thought about school. Peter had seemed to take a special liking to you and wouldn’t leave you alone. He made you do all his work in family and consumer sciences and he’d make sure to shout something embarrassing at you when you saw him in the hall.

A few days ago you were heading to your lunch table with your tray when he walked up to you, “Sit with me today,” He had told you, eyes more serious than you had ever seen them.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I said so,” He continued and you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I can take any more fish stick jokes,” Anger settled over his features and it scared you, “No, but thank you.”

Any day before this, you would’ve said yes just because of how much he scared you. He was a superhero and what were you? Nothing. And everyone saw you that way. You were just tired of him torturing you.

You should’ve trusted your instincts because as you walked around him, you lost your balance, and tripped over his outstretched foot. The cafeteria went quiet and you moaned in pain as you pulled yourself up. Your spaghetti was now staining your bright colored sweater.

Peter leaned down, “Forgive me for trying to be nice to you, Y/N,” He held out his hand for you to take and, you only stared at him, before standing up yourself. Jess rushed over, napkins in hand, but you were already running from the cafeteria, tears stinging your eyes.

You shook your head as you tried to stop thinking about it. As if you had unconsciously summoned the devil, you felt a hand on your waist. You jumped, of course, and thought some middle-aged man would be standing behind you but it was even worse.

“Turn back around,” He spoke huskily in your ear and you shook your head. His arm wrapped around you, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled you back into him, “Don’t struggle. Wouldn’t want to make a scene, right?”

How long had he been watching you? How long had he been following you?

Your eyes darted around, looking for anyone who had noticed what was happening to you but you saw no one. Everyone so packed together and clearly focused on whatever was going on in their busy lives. Peter’s other arm wrapped around you, under your arm, and settled on your stomach.

You started to shake your head as his fingers trailed against the top of your skirt but his grip on your throat tightened, “What color panties are you wearing?” He whispered in your ear, “Hmmm?”

It was clearly rhetorical because, with every word you spoke, his grip tightened. You had to keep still in order to breathe. His hand slid between your skin and the waistband of your pastel skirt and he felt between your legs. A small whimper left your lips as his fingers rubbed your sex through your panties.

His nose pressed into your hair and he took in your scent as he began rubbing circles against the fabric of your underwear.

Peter had to see for himself if you were really what he wanted and he was tired of hiding his attraction. The confusion and tension in his mind had finally stopped. He was going to have you.

You had rarely even touched your private parts yourself so, the feeling rising in your core, felt completely foreign. A second later, he was dipping his fingers in the fabric of your panties. Your face completely warmed and you couldn't help how your body flinched at the sensation.

“You’re mine from now on, to do whatever I please,” You ran from the feeling, from the pleasure, for as long as you could but Peter’s fingers worked like magic. Your chest heaved up and down as your breathing became more erratic. You were nearing something and that scared you even more. Peter held you steady and kept you from going anywhere and you were forced to face whatever he had unleashed inside you.

“There you go, that’s it, Y/N,” It was a giant explosion deep inside you, and Peter moved his hand around your neck to cover your mouth as you orgasm.

You were shaking as his fingers still played with that sensitive bulb in your panties. When he finally released you, you felt more disgusted at yourself for feeling such pleasure.

Peter turned you around and you were so dizzy that you couldn’t even push him away as he slammed his lips against yours. Anyone around you would’ve saw it as annoying PDA by a couple of teenagers but, really, a predator had just sunk its teeth into its prey.

You sat with Peter at lunch from the day forward. You decided it was better than him humiliating you in front of the entire student body.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were to him. He seemed to want a personal punching bag as well as the intimacy you could provide. He’d tease you constantly, especially in front of his friends, but he’d want to make you cum right after being the jerk he was.

He’d invite himself over to your house so you could help him with a school project or rather have you do it for him. Then he would … use his tongue against your private parts and make you lay with him for hours.

One weekend, while you were walking home from a late-night study session at Jess’s house, a figure landed right in front of you. You hated how he loved to make his entrances by scaring you. Completely clad in his red and blue suit, Peter looked you up and down, “Why are you out walking so late?”

You took a cautious step back, “My apartment is three blocks away.”

“I’m aware and that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Can I at least have the weekends to myself, Peter?”

Peter cocked his head to the side and you wished very much to see whatever devilish look was. As he took a step forward, you took another backward, which caused him to laugh, “I’m offended, Y/N. I’m just a friendly neighborhood spider-man trying to help a poor, lost girl find her way home. There are sickos out this late.”

“Peter-”

Peter suddenly raised his hand and you saw a web shoot out into the distance. Before you could follow where it led, Peter’s arms were around you, and you were flying with him in the air. You squeezed him for dear life, your lungs unleashing every scream within you, as your stomach rose and fell with the swinging motion.

When you finally landed on your feet, you were standing on the fire escape just outside your bedroom. You lost your balance but Peter was there to catch you again. Peter pulled off his masks and you saw his tired face and messy hair beneath it.

He smiled at you, “Gonna puke, fish sticks?”

You tried to pull away from him, anger boiling up inside of you, “I-I hate you! I hate you, Peter!”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were punching at his chest. It had no real effect on him and he simply grabbed your hands and held them in place. He pulled your hands down and pulled your forward, kissing you hard.

You seemed to calm as his soft lips moved against yours. You hated it but it did. Your hands calmed and he let them go. Peter’s brown eyes narrowed into yours when he finally pulled away. He grabbed your face then, “I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N,” He wiped a tear away from your face, “But I don’t think I can let you go just yet.”

He kissed you again and you started to move your lips against his. It was easier that way. You stayed there for a long time, your lips on his, as your tears began to dry. He wasn’t going to leave you be so you thought you might as well enjoy it. The most popular boy in school, in New York, wanted you. Shouldn’t that make you feel good?

Peter moved to open your window, “Peter … my parents.”

“I’ll be quiet,” Peter insisted as he slipped inside. You did the same and you watched as Peter slowly shut it back.

You moved over to the bed, taking off your backpack, and preparing for what Peter usually wanted to do. You looked up, surprised when you saw he was taking off the suit … all the way.

“Peter, I’ve never-”

He shushed you, “I haven’t either,” That surprised you to hear. He approached you on the bed, only wearing his boxers, and your eyes raked in his exquisite physique. A lot has changed for him in the last few years, “But I’m sure I can figure it out.”

He kneeled down by your feet and took his time removing your shoes and then your socks. He wanted to take his time admiring you and this made you feel like a piece of art, “Why me?” You asked hesitantly.

“I have this awareness of my surroundings, like something in the back of my mind,” You weren’t expecting an honest answer but Peter’s eyes were completely earnest, “When I’m around you, it goes haywire and when I don’t have it, I’m vulnerable. I hate that.”

“So you do this to me b-because you hate me?”

Peter stood up, leaning forward as he pushed you down towards the bed. You slowly moved back towards your headboard as Peter crawled on top of you, “Not anymore. I like feeling certain things … when my defenses are down.”

His face was hovering above yours now, his fingers trailing over the waistband of your underwear. He started to pull them down and you stared with wide eyes because he didn’t even look away from you.

“Oh,” was all that left your mouth as he spread your legs. Everything about him confused you but it was useless to argue with him. You reached up to touch his shoulder which surprised him, to say the least. You touched the skin there and then the hardness of his chest.

Peter tossed your underwear to the side, positioning himself between your legs. His eyes darkened as he looked at you and, suddenly, he was pinning your hands above your head. He kissed you as he used his other hand to pull down his boxers, letting his member spring free. He rubbed its tip against your sensitive bulb, trailing it up and down to tease you.

When he finally entered you, it was slow and patient despite the hungry look in his eyes. He watched as you winced and moaned in pain as he stretched you for the first time. He’d bury himself deep inside of you for the rest of his life if he could. He’d make you tighten around him as he gave you orgasm after orgasm.

“You make me feel human again, Y/N,” Peter grunted into your ear. After all, he had lived through and what he was meant to go through now, he’d use you to bring him down to earth. You were a toy, a tool, but maybe you could learn to enjoy the closeness. The intimacy.

Human.

Peter both desired and despised the feeling.

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beann-e · 4 years ago

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I thought i’d write something different from what I usually do to say ‘ thank you for 400 followers ‘ I hope you like it

“ light no you can’t write my name please “

the air in the room was tense as you stood moving your weight between each foot “ light I don’t understand —whatd I do to you—please “

you felt the patience youd held for him earlier slipping out of your body as you reached out to grab his notebook “ don’t “

your hand pulled back quickly as if his voice alone was a hot pan you just touched

“ touch my book “

you shivered at his tone

“ and return back to your seat on the bed — that she placed you in“

you followed his orders as you perched yourself at the foot of the bed eyes darting across his back In fear anytime he flexed his muscles

You actually weren’t sure how you ended up here much less how he ended up with you in his care you weren’t his responsibility but what he did know was that he was pissed the fuck off with misa’s big mouth.

I mean who the hell lets their best friend know they have shinagami eyes and that they have a book they can kill people with much less tells them that their said crush has the same book

in all honestly this has to be your fault —seriously are you stupid why did you not run? he can’t even begin to think how you just agreed to any of what she told you but here you were sitting prettily on his bed alert and at attention for his next orders god your just like her he gripped his pen tightly at the thought

He couldn’t even wrap his head around why you stayed behind with him after misa left to go complete a job given to her by her ‘boyfriend’ earlier

when the two stepped out the room to speak him thinking he was giving you enough time to escape before he came back only to want to drop dead when he walked in and turned his head to your smiling face just his luck you didn’t leave now not only one could bother him but two

he got rid of one nuisance only to be greeted with another and this one was worse. body always moving and hovering around him , hands always wrapped around something that he’d have to tell you to stop touching , your mouth moving at the speed of light , he let out a scoff in his head at that one.

the only way he was able to get you to relax was for him to tell you he’d write your name in his book that you lucky for him feared. Honestly, He didn’t even know if he wanted to or not you were kinda fun to mess with and he didn’t get much fun in his life moving from college top A student to leader of a world spread killing spree

You were like a breath of fresh air to him except you were just like misa

it was like having a misa and misa jr in his room you were no different from her and you didn’t annoy him any less but he knew you were workable, he knew by the way you followed his orders like a blind puppy. You were so quick to do whatever he asked and all it took was a little threatening to get you to do it.

he studied you out of the corner of his eyes mind slowing with only one thought about how you could be easier to control than misa and who was he to resist taking the easy way out that was the point of having a partner right, to tell them to do something and they simply do it. eyebrow furrowing as he looked at you maybe just maybe

he sighed leaning back in his chair “ look”

he turned to face you hands crossed and sat neatly in his lap “ I won’t write your name if you do me a favor“

your eyes came up to meet his in a hurry a quick whiny answer leaving your lips “ yes light “

his body went hot at the way you put up no fight ‘ just like misa ‘

“ come here “ you felt your body grow cold as you neared him you didn’t have shinagami eyes or even a notebook but you could feel the cool air of something next to you head spinning at the thought of someone something watching you walk towards the male in the chair “ look at me “

your eyes found his quickly “ good girl “

you smiled softly before he spoke “ why are you smiling? who told you to smile— I can take my deal back just as fast if you don’t listen to me “

you straightened up but still shifting your weight between your other foot

“ I need you to do something for me y/n ok “

your eyes moving around jittery thanks to the new change in air

“ calm down pretty girl only you can do it that’s why i’m asking “

his voice was soft as he looked up at you “ I know you can do it “

you felt everything in your body want to tell him you could and you would do anything if he could just give you more praise you loved the way he was talking you up

the way he was building you up and setting your building blocks up to build a nice home of safety for yourself that you’d never known

Light knew exactly what he was doing even in the beginning before the book he had a way with words and as his job with killing criminals progressed and he had to get people off his tracks it just got better.

He was sure he could find anything someone wanted and give It to them to make sure they did what he wanted them to

“ y-yes light “

he smiled “ I need you to do something that’s not gonna sound well— appealing at first “

your eyes concentrated on the floor as he snapped his fingers at you to say focus seeing you looking over to your side to see what this scary feeling of someone watching you was

“ here come sit because you can’t pay attention on your own “ he spit out “ obviously “

you moved slowly to sit in the open place hed made for you on his lap “ come on y/n “

you rushed to get over there plopping your butt down on his leg like a child with a pretend santa at the mall

“ it’s gonna sound scary I know but I need you to do it ok “

“ ok “ you sat in anxiousness you just wanted him to get to the point so you could happily say ye—

“ I need you to get shinagami eyes “

your face fell as you felt all your muscles tense , mind racing , face rising in confusion and fear as your body started to grow heavy and shake you were now understanding what you got yourself into

Your feet ready to run as you looked to the door and back to the male behind you who fell back into his chair with a groan and an eyeroll hand moving down his face in obvious annoyance and hands finally coming to a rest on his chin

You taking this moment to try to run

‘ misa can have this shit I will not be partaking‘

as soon as your body stood his left arm hooked around you and he pulled you right back into his hold only to separate his legs and have you sit between em’ so he could hold your waist in a deadly hold and his mouth could whisper into your ear

“ pretty girl what happened huh “ his fingers grabbed a piece of your belly fat through your shirt in a pinch “ you’ve been demoted now — your not a good girl anymore your a bad one y/n “

he pouted “ that’s not good “ his voice sounded disappointed as you sulked “ you were doing so good for me what happened huh “

you hated how your body felt weird you felt like you’d just failed him like you owed him something and couldn’t help but to give it to him because that’s what he deserved

but all you wanted to do was get out of here you didn’t want to give him what he desevered was that wrong was he right

“ you were just gonna leave me here to myself —all by myself alone with my book of dead people ? “ he sighed as he spoke into your neck “ dont you think that would’ve made me depressed “

he questioned “ what would have happened if I did something to myself because I was depressed huh “

his grip on you tightned pressuring you into answering

“ I-I don’t know light “

“ misa would have been so mad at you she would have blamed you for my actions could you live with that huh ? could you live with losing your best friend because you left me here in pain ? in obvious hurt crying for your help?“

“ no “

“ see you have to think about things before you do them ok minx “

you just wanted to leave why couldn’t you leave ? his words weren’t helping you were just losing yourself in them and thinking that you really were a bad person for trying to get out when you did

“ think about misa y/n think about me — I — I have a family y/n “

you body slumped at the thought of you ruining a family.

him picking up on it and only feeding Into it “ I do pretty girl I have a mom , a dad who works in the police force working his ass off to provide for our family god I wanna grow up and take care of a family don’t you think I can do that “ his mouth trailed back up to your ear his fingers interlocking with yours

“ maybe with you— your a nice girl right except for when your being mean right “ he smiled at your confused and hurt expression “ I have a sister — a younger one “

you perked up you always wanted a sibling you knew they were hard to deal with but just the thought of being there for someone or even having someone be there for you misa was like that to you

“ you—you have a sister “

“ yeah — she’s so smart and talented and I would love to grow up with her and see her live her life and be at her wedding even — I wanna grow up and have my own one of those too “

he laughed “ don’t you “

“ I - I don’t know light “

“ well whatever you wanted to do i’d be right by your side y’know“ your heart warmed had anyone even paid attention to you like this before

he sighed in your ear eyes looking forward at your hands that now stuck together with his “ y/n there’s a reason i’m asking you to get the shinagami eyes — I wouldn’t just be asking without a reason “

“ what is it because if misa has them you don’t need me you just want to fuck me over so I never tell anyone about your stupid book“

“ huh so you talk when you want to huh “ thinking back to earlier when you were so submissive to him where’d this come from ? He couldn’t say he was upset just a little thrown off at your sudden ability to speak up for yourself

he sat back in his chair “ I don’t like that “ he whispered under his breath “ maybe your not like her“

he smiled speaking louder and continuing his proposal for you “ no I just need you y/n -“

you froze

“ that’s it that’s all “ he came back up both his arms crossing over your stomach “ I like you y/n “

“ no you don’t “

he laughed “ why else would I let you stay here — in my room — after your friend left ? do you think I give a fuck if she’s mad if I didn’t like you I would have killed you — i’m not keeping you alive for her “

“ then wha— “

“ I just said I like you y/n “ his voice grew rough he was getting tired of this you changed too much for his liking either you were submissive or a brat pick one “ baby pay attention “

your body stalled ‘ he really has a way with words ‘

“ look I like being around you more than misa so it would do me a favor greatly to have someone who can help me and not annoy me“

he smiled “ imagine all the fun we can have together my love — all the times we can spend talking like we are now “

you bit your lip “ I just need you to say yes and go through the process to get the shinagami eyes “

“ light I don’t even have a book if i wa—“

he smiled sickly behind you knowing his foot was in the door “ correct which is why you need a book yeah ? “

“ um yes “

he moved the chair you two sat in over to his table smiling as he found the book he had for you “ look “

“ how “ your mind raced theres for sure no turning back now there was no reason for you not to help him. He obviously needed it like he said earlier, misa liked him so what could possibly be so wrong about him, and he seemed to like you back which was only a plus

“ don’t ask me questions “ he spoke “ not until you get the eyes ok“

“ ok—o-ok “

you reached out to touch the book as you smiled at him returning what he’d shown you when you peeked down at him

“ come on pretty girl put both of them “

you thought for a moment before you gave in and put your other hand on the book blinking before you met his eyes

“ d-did I do it “

he smirked “ not quite my love — here tell me if you can see this“

he turned you around as your body froze

“ and here I was silently praying that you weren’t stupid like she was when she listened to him and gave up ownership of her death note “

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aserethstorm · 4 years ago

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Muddy Crowns👑✔️

Levihan + 104th Royalty Au

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The young princes and princesses decided to get down and dirty.

Their father isn’t exactly happy about it.

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“Land for livestock has significantly decreased due to favor of more housings. In effect Meat has increased to six more coins-“

Levi shuts him off, rubbing his temple as re-reads his documents for the 5th time. The officials continue to voice their matters in the background, leaving the King to brew his thoughts in the solitude.

It frustrates him from time to time, having to deal with tiring situations such as this one. Levi shuffles his papers, He’d have to tell the butler to ready some tea once he’s done with this meeting.

The large doors to the hall slam right open, the wood slapping the wall behind them with a loud thud. The room is silenced as they all stood up from their seats, Levi doesn’t need to look up to know who the person is.

“Your highness..” they all bow as Hange walks pass them, she raises her hand and offers a small smile to the crowd. “At ease” she says and the officials return to their seats and once again discuss the topic before.

“Your late” Levi utters as Hange sits on the seat beside him. He signs one of the documents before turning to her, steel eyes demanding for an explanation.

The Queen snickers, barely concealing the action with the back of her palm. “Important matters of Science where at play Levi ! You should have seen it, I just HAD to overlook.” She shrugs and Levi notes the red tinge on her cheeks, the lacking of her glasses and the droplet of sweat that cascaded the back of her neck.

“Tch. Can’t even call you four eyes today. I thought you didn’t care if the royal officials saw you in glasses.” He interacts bringing his eyes back to the matters at hand. Swiping through a new set of works he needed to sign.

“Well...I wanted to test my hypothesis on my eyesight’s capabilities but I also wanted to see your reaction.” She grazes his hand, taking his documents from him. Levi stares at her, unamused as she rests her head on her hands. “Which do you prefer, no glasses or with glasses?” She bats her eyelashes playfully and Levi smirks.

Hange did look a bit more beautiful today. The king had too admit and Levi even noticed that it did seem like she made the extra effort to look like the usual queen of her status.

Even so...

”I prefer you with glasses.” Levi grabs her chin. Drinking in the sight of her exposed warm brown eyes. He kisses her lips and the feeling is warm. His exhaustion disappears as if it was washed away by the touch.

Levi pulls away first and looks her endearingly in the eyes. “Don’t want you falling down a flight of stairs.” Hange laughs, her face even brighter than she entered. Her body relaxes a bit later and the loud laughter fades but a smile remains permanently on her face as she gladly helps him with the rest of the meeting.

The event was adjourned with Hange resolving the land situation. Though not entirely applicable her strategy brings hope that not much of their people will suffer with the plan.

“Your majesties, you have another meeting later with the Marleyan Ambassadors.”

“Ugh, not them again” Hange groans standing up from her seat. “Their promises of compromise are always empty.” She annoyingly adds. Levi hums, offering his arm and Hange gladly takes it. They both walk out of the room with their men and woman behind them.

Hange chuckles and Levi shots her a glare “Your doing this because your afraid I’ll trip?” She muses. Levi snorts, pulling her a little closer “I’m not the idiot who went to fetch me without glasses.” He murmurs and Hange dramatically gasps.

She hits the arm she’s holding and Levi smiles. “My eyesight’s not THAT bad. You should give me more credit.” She points, lips pouting as she held her head high. Levi just rolls his eyes. Not a chance four eyes...

As the two monarchs continue their heated banter a small boy coming from the stairs they were passing, collides with Hange’s dress, ultimately ruining the white satin with the boy’s muddy state.

The brown haired child steps back, hitting his butt on the carpet with a thud. He looks up to meet the curious and familiar stares of his parents. “Mom! Dad!” Eren wails as Hange kneels for the boy to embrace her.

“Prince Eren! What are you doing here!?” Hange’s ladies-in-waiting exclaimed. They quickly rush to their queens side only to see the utter mess the young prince brought to their queen’s gown.

“Prince Eren look what you’ve done to your mother’s dress!” One of the ladies reprimanded as they began cleaning his dirty face. The young prince sniffs, the lady-in-waiting quickly wiping away the snoot. He turns apologetically to his mother, uttering a heartfelt ‘sorry’. Hange smiles not at all mad at the filth.

“Where’s your governess Eren?” Levi finally asks as he stands by his wife’s side. The boy draws circles with his foot, too embarrassed to meet his father’s eye. “She’s still busy looking for me...” Eren mutters, cheeks flushed under the cake of mud.

“EREN!” Armin calls looking from side to side as he ran. The prince halts in his tracks when he finds Eren under the watchful eyes of their parents. “There you are! Mrs. Carla is looking all over for you!” Armin grins, climbing up the stairwell.

Hange takes in the appearance of her older son as he climbed the stairs and smiles. The rest of her party completely aghast. WHY ARE THE TWO PRINCE’S SO DIRTY?!

Even Levi’s surprised, his hands itching to clean the filth himself. “You guys are still playing with the rocket?” Hange chirps, happiness and pride swelling at the thought.

Armin nods enthusiastically “Yep! The way the rocket can fly at such height with just water power alone!? It’s astonishing mother! Me and Jean have been repeating the process you taught us multiple times and uh..well...” Armin rubs the back of his head sheepishly, now reminded of the state of his robes.

“So this is what you meant by ‘late’” Levi glares watching Hange beam at him with a nervous chuckle. “Jean won’t let me do it mom!” Eren adds, filling the short silence quickly.

“He s-said I’m too much of a baby!” The young prince cries leaving his mother and her ladies-in-waiting to calm him down.

“That’s because you are!” Jean belted as everyone turns to him and not just him. The eldest son brings with him the rest of the royal children, their governesses tailing behind. They climb the stairwell as well, dragging with them their filth and dirt and...Levi’s eyes just twitches more every time he looks at it.

His children out of all people. A giant ball of dirt...and mud...and all the disgusting things that just sets Levi off. Control...control.

Jean drops Historia; who he was carrying on his shoulder off on the ground, following behind him were the twins; Connie and Sasha, their appearance anxious as they frequently glance at their father who’s eyes were already burning hell of anger.

“You might get injured! What’s happens then! Huh!?” Jean argues making the little boy glare. Mikasa out of nowhere hugs Eren, slightly calming the young boy down.

To Hange’s vision the little prince in her arms seemed be holding a lot back. Interestingly when he was supposed to combust. Eren ends up sticking his tongue instead.

“Horseface!” Eren says, hiding in his mother’s neck for what’s to come next.

Historia gasps at her brother’s word, the young princess knowing the nickname by heart; as it was used multiple times. She and rest of their siblings slowly turn their heads towards Jean, gawking as they watch the older prince turn red with anger.

“Why you little-“ Jean growls, plunging a step forward, ready to pinch the nasty brats ear.

“Enough.” Levi states and the whole crowd go’s silent. Turning in horror as their king’s expression glimmers with the promise of pain and punishment. “I want this place clean this instance!” The staff gulp at his command, wobbling quickly as they went off to work.

As the last scatter, Levi focuses back on his family. His own children sweating nervously as they watch their father slowly roll his sleeve. Heavens...Even Historia’s tiny crown is muddy.

“Bathroom. Now.” He needn’t say twice as all seven quickly dash for the nearest bathroom. Levi dangerously looming from behind.

Hange sighs as she heads for their rooms, climbing the stairs opposite to their direction. She hopes that to ease the angered king’s wraith she might as well help him get the kids towels and robes prepared.

Here we go again...

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years ago

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HASO, “A bucket.”

I wrote this little fluff piece this morning because I didn’t have the energy to write anything else. Still fighting with my motivation right now, but I hope you all like it :)

The air smelled like fall, wet dirt, a chill, and the unmistakable tang of mouldering leaves raked into large yellowing piles. The sky overhead was blue, and it was just beginning to warm as the sun peaked higher into the sky. Standing on the sidewalk, he stared down the street of his childhood watching orange and yellow leaves fall to the pavement. In the distance he could hear the shouting of children, and watched decorative skeletons clatter and blow in a light wind.

A soft crunching noise jogged him from his musings, and he turned to see Sunny contemplatively staring at a yellowed leaf, only to watch her pop it into her mouth and crunch on it like it was a potato chip.

He frowned at her and she turned to look at him, “What?”

“Seriously?”

“What do you mean, Seriously?”

“Gonna go ahead and eat the fall ambiance?”

She frowned at him,” The trees aren’t using them anymore, and I don’t see you eating them.” He just shook his head at her, and turned to walk up the front steps and onto the porch. She paused to stare at the cluster of pumpkins on the front steps, and the grizzly faces that were carved into them. His father was a master at pumpkin carving, evidenced by the fact that Sunny made, “What the hell.” she turned to look at Adam and he shrugged.

“What are those?”

“Pumpkins/”

“That does not answer my question.”

“THey are a type of squash or gourd or…. Or something. People grow and eat them most of the time, but it is traditional, in october to carve scary faces on them for fun. Maybe mom has another one lying around and will let you try it out.”

“But why?”

“Back in the day people thought that doing this would help to fend off evil spirits, but now it is more of a contest to flex who is the most artistic. Dad wins every year.”

They stepped onto the porch where fallen leaves were still clinging wetly to the front steps and knocked.

“It’s open!” Came the voice from inside

The two of them slipped in, Adam taking off his shoes and Sunny wiping her damp feet on the entrance rug.

They walked into the living room to find his mother, Martha sitting on the floor at the center of an explosion of pictures, and a couple of open binders.

Adam and Sunny walked in very carefully stepping over the pictures.

“Sorting the photo album again?” “Again, the last time I did this was almost ten years ago.”

Adam wantered closer to his mother and Sunny curiously examined some of the photos, until one caught her eye.

A very tiny, chubby human barely able to stand on his own, and with bright green eyes.

She picked up the picture gingerly in one hand, “Awww is this you? You and your fat little cheeks.”

Adam turned, and Sunny held up the picture. Adam blushed and Martha laughed, Sunny looked at the next picture in the line, which seemed to be paired to the first, but now the small boy had a large bucket on his head, his feet sticking out from underneath. The bucket had holes in the side.

“What are you doing.”

Martha laughed again, “We were playing hide and seek.” Adam was still blushing madly as she continued, “He grew into his intelligence late in life.”

***

Martha walked slowly from the back room into the living room, “Ready or not here I come.”

The house was mostly quiet. The rest of her brood was out with their father on a hike for the day, but their littlest had woken up with a slight cough so she had decided to keep him home. He had spent the first half of the day lethargic, but around lunch time after some strawberries he had perked up and become his usual exhausting self.

“Come out come out. I’m gonna get you.”

It was the giggling that gave him away, but when she turned to look she paused, sagged a bit and rolled her eyes covering her smile and laugh with a hand. The living room was completely clean, aside from a round laundry basket sitting dead in the middle, and two chubby little legs sticking out from under it. Not to mention that since it was a laundry basket it had holes in the side, and she could see him looking at her from inside.

She discreetly took a picture and quietly to herself Lord child i hope you grow into your brains soon

But instead of calling him out on his hiding spot she wandered around the room hands on hips, “Now where could he have gone…. Could he be under here?”

Giggling

She kept up the pretence for the longest time until he seemed to have gotten tired of her charade. She heard the bucket tip over and he ran over on his stubby little legs grabbing her by the leg.

She acted surprised, “OH there you are!. I have been looking ALL over.”

He grinned and hugged her leg again.

She reached down and picked him up and he rested his head against her shoulder.

That was another thing about her youngest. He was VERY VERY cuddly, and she idly wondered what that would translate to when he got older. She patted his back and tried to fix his unruly blond hair which stuck up from all sides of his head, but it was no use, she sighed and gave up.

Oh well, she tried her best.

***

“You know honestly sometimes he is STILL as dumb as a pile of bricks.” Sunny mused setting the picture back down.

Adam rubbed the back of his neck, “I got my masters in aviation and orbital physics.””

“And yet who is the one who insists on putting strange alien plants in his mouth without knowing i they are safe or not.”

Martha frowned at her youngest.

He frowned back, “That is hardly fair, you eat them.”

“I also eat leaves, doesn’t mean you can too.”

She sifted through the pictures and barked a laugh at one that caught her eye, she picked it up, what are you doing. She turned the picture around, and Adam blushed madly. Martha laughed, “Oh yeah, we had to call the fire department for that one.”

“No, no no we are not going to be telling that story.”

A firefighter and a cop framed either side of the picture both giving exaggerated thumbs up with a young boy\ mabe seven or eight in the background stuck, backside first in a bucket of some sort, looking very embarrassed.

Martha grinned, “I think you were seven or eight maybe.”

“IT was Jeromy’s fault.”

****

“I dare you.”

The four boys and one girl stood at the top of the hill staring down.

Maya, who was fifteen years old, older by five years than Jeremy who was eleven, frowned down the hill, “What if he runs into one of those trees.”

“He's got a thick skull, he’ll be ok.” Thomas said ruffling Adam’s hair viciously so the younger boy squirmed protested and ducked away. Adam was a very small boy, shorter than average and very thin. His clothes always seemed too big, his shirts baggy, and the shorts he was wearing were forced to stay on only by the belt his father had had to poke three more holes into to make it fit.

Even his sneakers seemed too big flopping around on his feet with floppy untied laces.

“Who is even going to fit in that?” David asked.

Arguably the smartest of the three brothers, it hadn’t occurred to the others that none of them would fit.

That’s when all their heads turned to look at Adam.

Adam frowned, “But I don’t want to.”

“Chiken.” Thomas said

“Come on your the only one small enough.” Jeremy urged.

“I see your chances of dying as very low, “ David interjected helpfully.

Maya tossed her braid back over one shoulder, “We should at least put some padding down at the bottom. Because if he gets hurt mom will kill me.”

Maya was technically supposed to be babysitting them, and keeping them out of trouble. But as was common with their family, she was not immune to the pull of a hair brained idea especially not when she was just to curious to see how it turned out.

Adam stomped his foot, “But you guys ALWAYS make me do it.”

“Because the buckets are ALWAYS too small for us, “Come on don’t be a chicken.”

Adam sighed and walked over to the barrel. He tired crawling inside it backwards, and when that didn’t work he attempted to go in face first, but every time he was just to tall.

He shook his head, “Too small.”

David looked at him very thoughtfully, and then an idea seemed to jump into his head.

“Not if we fold you in half.”

Adam frowned at him.

“Come on, hold the barrel upright.” The other boys did as told, while David instructed Adam to sit inside butt first.

Adam frowned, “But that doesn’t sound very comfortable, and how am I going to get out.”

“We will tip you out, don’t worry.”

Adam frowned but then allowed himself to slide down into the barrel. It was immediately very uncomfortable.

He wanted to tell them to pull him out but by that time he had been tipped over onto his side, “Ready?”

“No.”

They ignored him.

Adam was near panicking now, it wasn’t exactly easy to breathe.

“Three, two, one.”

And then the world was spinning around him. He rocked and bounced and spun so fast his eyes rolled inside his head. He screamed but the scream was cut off as he slammed painfully into something.

Dazed and sure he was going to vomit, he heard voices.

“Oh no, Adam!”

“Adam are you ok!”

Footsteps raced down the hill.

“Oh no we killed him!”

“Shut up He’s still alive, look.” Something kicked his foot, and he groaned.

He’s still breathing.

“Let him out.”

Something tugged on his feet. But it only managed to pull him and the barrel with it.

“Here you guys hold the bucket and we will pull him out.

Wat ensued was a horrible tug of war on his legs and on the bucket neither of which seemed to want to let go.

“STOP!”

They dropped his legs.

“Um, what if we tipped the bucket upside down?”

“Ok.”

The four of them tried really hard, and at one point almost succeeded until someone’s hand slipped and Adam crashed into the ground very painfully. He was near panic now, “Guys! Get me out of here.”

David patted his foot, “Its ok, ill get you out, ‘we just need science.”

Science turned out to be a shoddy pulley system that went over the swing set and was designed to let them lift the bucket by way of rope and shake Adam out onto the ground.

The problem was the rope kept slipping off the bucket.

“Oh… no.”

A car rolled over gravel.

“Oh no, dad’s home.”

They heard a car door slammed shut, and Adam felt as the others hurriedly rolled him behind the swingset.

A door opened and the jangle of keys followed their father around the side of the house.

“There you all are, glad to see everyone is still in one piece, you didn’t burn the house down.”

“Nope.”

There was sudden silence, “Where is Adam.”

“Uh, he…. He is us, around here somewhere.” Jeremy had always been bad at lying

Their father turned his gaze on Maya, “Maya what is going on.”

“Uh…. nothing dad, we….”

“Don’t even try it….”

She sagged a bit, “We got Adam stuck in a barrel.”

There was a moment of silence, he heard the shifting of footsteps, “You got Adam stuck in a-” The light filtering into the barrel was cut off and he saw the silhouette of his father’s head, “Huh, you weren’t kidding. You are okay in their kiddo.”

His muffled reply came.

“Yeah…. I guess.”

Their dad grabbed the barrel by one end, tipped it over and shook Adam a few times. WHen nothing happened he gently set him back down, “Huh.”

“I hold and you pull his feet, “” They tried again but it didn’t work the second time either.

“Well, I have some tools in the garage.”

Adam began to panic as he thought of his dad's circular table saw.

“NO!”

“Ok ok.”

He heard his dad quiet for a minute and then, “Hey Joe, yeah this is Jim Vir….. doing good, and you, how about the family….. Glad to hear it….. Yeah anyway, my kids got my youngest boy stuck in a barrel like the geniuses they are, and I can’t seem to get him out. You want to send me a firefighter or two with something that can help….. Yeah thanks joe.”

Adam was relieved.

Of course as it turned out it was a slow day at both the police department AND the fire station, so what came rolling up was a motorcade of emergency vehicles. Adam was so embarrassed he wished he could melt through the barrel and into the ground as a group of cops and firefighters walked over to peer down at him from above.

“That looks comfortable.”

“How are you doing there son?”

There barrel was tipped back over, and he even saw his father sna a few pictures as the firefighters and police went to work surrounding the barrel. Of course since the entire towns emergency crew were here that drew curious neighbors who couldn’t help but laugh along with Jim at the antics of his children.

The wors part is when Martha showed up, and ran from the car scared out of her mind assuming something horrible had happened, only to find her husband laughing and taking pictures with the local emergency response team, and her youngest stuck in an oversized bucket.

At the end of the day they were forced to cut him out, but the sweet relief when he tipped onto the ground free at least was almost worth the embarrassment. He might not have thought that if he had known there was still a picture in both the police department and the fire station of him as a kid stuck in a barrel.

***

Sunny was laughing at him by the time Martha was done with her story.

He grimaced, “Why do you only keep finding the embarrassing pictures.

“Oh what is this,”

“What are you wearing?”

Adam covered his eyes.

“Oh yeah, I couldn’t get my other boys to wear it, but he would model anything for me when I needed it. This was when I was doing a commission for a Seventies themed party. Isn’t he adorable.”

“Is that a jumpsuit, and what is with those glasses.”

Adam looked up at the sky.

“And of course when Maya moved out, and I didn’t have the money for a mannequin….”

Sunny picked up another picture, “That is one big ass dress.”

“Ah yes the bell skirts, doesn’t he look nice.”

Adam grunted and cleared his throat, “I think you'll find corsets are surprisingly comfortable. Second of all, I rock the regency and victorian periods, and no one can tell me otherwise.”

He might as well own it.

This was the 41st century, dresses weren’t just for women anymore, and some of them had been quite comfortable.

They would never really be his style, but he could see why someone else would find them appealing.

By this point both Sunny and martha had migrated to the couch where they looked through embarrassing pictures of him as a baby and shared embarrassing stories. Sometimes gross stories as he sat on the other side of the room and suffered silently. Sunny seemed to be enjoying herself though, so he let it slide.

Seeing her happy was nice, since it hadn’t been very common over the past few months.

He blamed himself for that, and wondered idly how long it would take for her to fully forgive him.

He hoped not long.

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achliegh · 3 years ago

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Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 8:

Boat Playlist: Youtube, Spotify

“Noelle… Why did I run!? That was a terrible decision!” Thomas has been pacing around the room at the foot of their bed for the past hour, butt ass naked. He came to find Noelle at Judy's, obviously something was wrong, when Thomas starts to worry he starts sweating which means he takes off his clothes.

“I don’t know babe, but we need to talk to him…. Also,” She smacks his ass with a pillow as hard as she can and lets out a frustrated sigh. “WE HAD A PLAN!” She sits back on her heels and puts her face in her hands. Taking a deep breath she looks up at him. “Tomorrow is a new day, we can hopefully get Clay alone to talk to him. Did you even stay to see how he reacted?” Thomas shakes his head and flops down on his side of the bed, limbs resembling a starfish. She looks down at him and smiles a little. This beautiful, yet stupid, man makes her heart beat so fast she doesn’t know how to react.

Clay another beautiful, yet stupid, man was someone who makes her feel the same. Hopefully they can show him how they feel in a less chaotic way.

Hopefully.

The next morning the sun woke Logan up by blinding him through the small opening in the curtains around the bed. They left it slightly open so Leo would know they were there and waiting for him… but he didn’t come to bed last night. Logan rolls over just to make sure Leo didn’t sneak in on the other side of the bed.

Nope.

Logan gets this odd sinking feeling in his chest and wakes Finn by shaking him. Finn rolls over and wraps his arms around Logan just shushing him.

“It’s too early.” Logan rolls his eyes and pinches Finn’s side making him scoot away from Logan. Whining a little he opens one eye and looks at Logan, pushing himself up on his elbow to look over him to see if Leo is in bed, he frowns. “Did he come back?”

“I don’t think so, and I don’t know where he went so we can’t go find him.” Logan sits up and sighs, he yawns and stretches, rolling his shoulders out. Flopping his arms down he turns to look at Finn and notices he has already fallen back asleep, he was up a while after Logan had fallen asleep waiting for Leo so Logan just kissed his forehead. Rolling to the edge of the bed he sits up and puts his feet on the ground. Cracking his toes and ankles he sighs in relief, standing up and walking to the closet to get some clothes for the day. As he is digging through his bag looking for a pair of socks he hears the door slide open and close. Then there were warm arms around his shoulders and a chin resting on top of his head.

“Leo?”

“Logan.” That familiar drawl sunk its way into his heart and gut, he turns around in Leo’s arms and cups his face. He looked exhausted, there were a couple of leaves in his hair, the bags under his eyes were purple against his golden tan skin. He notices a few freckles on his nose that are just barely there. Running a thumb over his chapped lips Logan looks him in the eyes. That dark blue has gotten duller and he frowns. “Logan.” Leo closes his eyes and brushes his nose against Logan's.

Suddenly Leo stands back up straight, towering above Logan and starts to sink down to his knees, running his hands down from Logan’s shoulders to his sides and landing on his hips. Looking up at Logan with these half open eyes that causes a spike of arousal throughout his entire body. Leo grabs his hand and puts it into his hair as he starts to press soft kisses into Logan’s hip bones.

Logan knows what Leo wants him to do, and he wants to do it. He feels himself getting hard and takes a shaky breath, he was only in his boxers from sleeping last night so there wasn’t much for Leo to pull away. Tipping his head back and gasping as Leo swallows him down he grips his hair tightly. What takes Logan by surprise is Leo doesn’t move, it's like he was waiting for something, and he was. Logan moves his hips on reflex and Leo moans to let him know what he wants. Logan looks down at him surprised, Leo pulls off for a moment to tell him the words that would ring in his ears for a long time after.

“Use me, please.” and he did as Leo wished. He started slowly to push in and out of Leo’s mouth, groaning at the feeling because Leo knew what he was doing. Gripping Leo’s hair tighter and moving faster he sees Leo completely relaxed and almost peaceful. He curses under his breath and moans when Leo moves his tongue just right.

Hearing the closet door open again he looks up to see Finn walk in, stumbling and still half asleep. His socks match his underwear like the ‘loser’ he is, according to himself. Logan goes to say something but Leo gives him a nice long suck that draws out an incredibly pornographic moan from him.

Finn startles a little and looks up to see Logan fucking into Leo’s mouth, it was beautiful… and got him extremely hard, blood rushing down. Leo gestures him over with his hand and Finn moves on autopilot. Leo grabs him by the back of his thigh when he gets close enough and pulls off of Logan, yanking Finn’s underwear down and taking over the situations he swirls his tongue over the head of Finn’s cock while running his thumb over Logan’s. Smiling a little as he hears them groan in pleasure and grab his shoulder and hair.

As time passed Logan and Finn were kissing and just breathing each other in as Leo would switch between who he was jerking and who he was swallowing. Panting his name Leo kept a steady pace until he felt they were getting close. He pulls off Logan one last time and takes them one in each hand, he starts pumping them in a quick pace, twisting at the head. Logan throws his head back with his eyes closed as he holds on to both Finn and Leo. Finn closes his eyes and presses his chin to his chest as his hips stutter.

“Leo!” They both say as they finally break and cum off over Leo’s face. Finn opens his eyes after a few moments and looks down at Leo, his dick twitching from the sight he sees. Leo being flushed red, his pupils blow wide, and the cum slowly drips down his face. He wishes he could take a picture and keep it forever.

Logan kneels down next to Leo and smiles. Picking up a white shirt off the ground and starts to wipe Leo’s face. “Do you want us to get you off?” Leo shakes his head and smiles lovingly at Logan and gives him a peck when he is finished wiping Leo off. He stands up and kisses Finn as well before walking out and whistling to a random tune. Looking at each other confused, Finn helps Logan up.

They just get ready for the day with an ominous cloud over their heads.

A half an hour later, Leo was pulling on his jeans and about to button them when the bathroom door burst open. Reg comes stomping in with a fury behind his eyes, grabbing Leo by his arm he marches him back into the room and to the door of his bedroom. Past Finn and Logan who were pulling on a shirt and fixing their hat. They ended up following behind the two younger guys and stumbling down the stairs.

“Clayton London Bruss!” his mom could be heard yelling from the kitchen as he exited the entrance hall. Pausing Clay takes a step back but hears his mother call again and he sighs, walking into the kitchen he sees the whole team getting breakfast. Mom looks like she is fuming, Leo is half naked and being pulled behind Reg who looks like a twin demon to his mother. He makes eye contact with Leo and sees the same fire light in him.

Fuck, he really messed up.

“Good morning! How was everyone's night.” Clay put on his most charming smile and waltzed over to his mothers side and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He goes to grab a piece of toast when a hand grabs his wrist and yanks him to look at them. Leo was furious.

“What so you are going to walk in to MY house and act like you didn’t almost destroy my fucking trust in you!?” Leo let go of his wrist and cupped his neck, getting close enough that only Clay could hear him. “Are you okay? What did she do to you? I can tell something is bothering you.” Before Clay could answer he felt a sharp slap on his ass with the bottom of what he knows is his mom's house slipper. Jumping away from Leo he whips around and looks at her offended while rubbing where she just smacked him.

“Ow!”

“Why would you go somewhere with that- that bitch!” Judy is not one to curse so wildly, so Clay knows she is upset. He smiles shyly at her and shrugs his shoulders. She starts hitting him with her shoe, not trying to cause any harm or anything, but she suddenly lands a hit in a place he was going to try and hide. His side, where lovely Ashley gave him a giant fucking bruise last night after finishing… the deed. She kicked him out of the bed physically and decided to land a couple more to make sure he stayed off the bed.

He gasps and clutches his side when she hits him and everyone freezes, his mom, Leo, Reg, and the entire team who was just trying to mind their own business. Reg doesn’t waste a second, he lifts ups Clays shirt and whispers a ‘holy fuck’ when he sees the bruise that covers the side of his friend. Judy tells him to take his shirt off and like the good son he is, he does. She starts examining him in the way the retired nurse was trained to do.

“Leo, does your mom have any Tylenol?”

“Let me go check.” Leo turns and walks down a hall to a linen closet where they keep all their medicine and injury stuff. They can hear him rummaging around. Judy continues to poke and prod at his side and he flinches sometimes and just sucks in a breath at the others. He tries to keep his eyes down to the ground but he knows there are two particular sets of eyes on him.

“We only have Ibuprofen, it looks like she took the other first aid case when she left for France a few weeks ago.” Leo walks back over and stands next to Reg who is just boiling over with anger. “Reg and I can go to the pharmacy in the mall and pick some up while you keep him here.”

“Actually I think it would be best if he goes with you. She hands Clay his shirt and gives all three of them a look that says ‘work this out.’ They all nod and head to Leo’s car because the truck was still packed full of junk from the summer.

They drive in silence.

Pulling into the mall Reg points out that maybe they need to stop at the pet store they always stop at when they come to this mall. They all agree and walk in, the familiar bell ringing above them. Clay had worked here for a short time a couple of years ago and is still friends with the owner. The teenage music playing over the speakers as one of the employees feeds the little parakeets in the corner, they give the guys a wave and go back to their job.

A song Leo has never heard before was playing, but the words stuck with him… it's an insecurity he has actually had for a while in his relationship.

“So if you wanna piss off your parents. Date me to scare them. Show them you're all grown up. If long hair and tattoos are what attract you. Baby, then you're in luck, and I know it's just a phase. You're not in love with me. You wanna piss off your parents, baby. Piss off your parents. That's alright with me.”

“What if we casually sneak a fish?” Clay is looking at the beta fish in small square tubs just waiting to be snatched. Knocking Leo out of his slowly spiraling thoughts from the music and bringing his attention to something else.

“Out of us three you would never be able to do it.” Leo has a challenge to his voice as he joins Clay in looking at the fish. He has his eyes on an orange one, it reminds him of Finn. It also has the attitude of Logan by trying to attack the fish in the next tub.

“Oh god…” Reg sighs and watches them share a look and smirk, they were going to try and steal the fucking fish. He watched them go up to the counter with their fish just out of sight of the cashier while buying some fish food and small square travel bowls… but not the fish. Reg rolls his eyes and gets his own fish, bowl and food. Walking up to the counter after those two idiots scurried out of the shop as quickly as they could.

Reg got rang up with all of his items. He thought for a moment and decided that he wasn’t going to tell Leo and Clay that he paid for their fish.

“Add two more fish to my price, the yahoo’s that just left happened to steal one for each of them.” The cashier laughs a little and has a polite conversation with him about his friends. Once he is done paying he finds them both in the car with the air conditioner blasting onto the fish to keep them cool as they go into the pharmacy.

Judy was not impressed when they came back with fish, but they got what she asked for. She hands Clay a bag of ice and tells him to go relax. He rolls his eyes and earns himself another smack on the butt from her house slipper. He runs away into the main floor bathroom before she can get him again.

He doesn’t realize he didn’t lock the door until two familiar faces walk in. One standing in front of the door and the other coming over to examine his side. Noelle and Thomas.

“Noelle, I’m sorry. I promise I wasn’t thinking and I know Thomas loves you with everything and I’m not trying to get in the way of tha- OW!” She had taken the ice from him and pressed it on his side just a little too hard, the Tylenol hasn’t quite kicked in yet.

“Sorry, sorry! Also, you know how you are going to get in the middle of Thomas and I.” She looks at him straight in the eye, he swallows. He hasn’t been able to get close enough to her to see the warmth of the brown around her pupil and the green surrounding it yet. He couldn’t stop staring. Sometime when he was looking at her eyes she moved to be between his legs and is now resting the hand that isn’t holding the ice pack to his side, on his thigh. His eyes flick down to her hand and then over to Thomas who is just giving off these vibes that Finn gets when Leo and Logan are flirting. “Like this.” She takes the hand from his thigh and turns his chin to face her.

She kisses him, and it doesn’t have the same fire in his veins like his kiss with Thomas did. But it made him feel like he was floating in one of those sensory deprivation tanks. Nothing else was being focused on but Noelle and Thomas. Clay felt a hand rest on his lower back, pulling away to look he was pulled into another kiss by those lips that set him alight the night before. His hands move to grip a shoulder from both of them.

After a few moments Thomas pulls away, Clay keeps his eyes closed for a moment to calm his spinning thoughts. When he opens his eyes he sees the most beautiful sight. Thomas and Noelle were kissing right in front of him, smiling into the kiss Noelle nips at Thomas’ lip as they pull away. Both turning to look at Clay. With the same look they give each other.

This could work.

Leo is watching his new fish swim around in its new travel tank when he gets a sloppy kiss on each cheek.

“One of you needs to shave, you’re prickly.” He looks at Finn who is rubbing his cheek and shrugs. Smiling he turns back to his fish and watches it just… exist.

“So, is this what you’re replacing us with?” Logan puts his face near and glass and swatches the flurry of orange and red swim around the tank.

“I got it because it reminds me of y’all. It’s red just like Finn.” He sweetly pinches Finn’s cheek, getting his hand swatted away by a snorting Finn. “And aggressive like Logan.” He pinches Logan's ass and gets slapped on the arm.

“How can a fish be aggressive?” Leo blinks at them a couple of times, he gently moves the fish’s tank a little closer to Reg’s fish’s tank and they watch as the fish tries to attack the other. Leo raises both his eyebrows and purses his lips in a sassy way. “Huh… that fish really is Lo.”

“Okay, instead of comparing me to a fish, can we talk about where you slept last night Leo.” Leo pauses and moves the tank back away from the other, deciding on whether to tell the truth or not… he decides to show them. Standing up from his stool he nods toward the back patio door and walks towards it. As they follow him he takes them down a path towards a pond where the mama and papa duck are feeding.

He walks over to the large willow tree and leans against it facing out to the pond. Logan and Finn are still taking in their surroundings, the leaves dangling off the drooping branches, it was serene and calm. The light breeze moved those same leaves like wind chimes. The sun rising through the gaps in the tree lights up the ground like a spotlight on the few wildflowers that have been able to thrive in the small spot of sun. Marigolds were planted around the trunk besides a spot that was the perfect size for someone to sit against.

“It’s very calming out here, I see why you’d fall asleep out here.” Logan was braiding a few of the smaller branches together. Smiling when they unraveled themselves.

“It’s my dad's tree. When he passed, he didn’t want to be buried in a casket that would keep him from giving back to the earth… So we cremated him and buried him with this willow sapling.” Leo was leaning against the tree in the trunk of the tree right in the spot where the marigolds weren’t blooming. He looked like he belonged there.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” Finn looks at him sadly and then back at the ground where a squirrel ran past like they weren’t even there.

“It wasn’t your fault, don’t apologize. It wasn’t my dad’s fault either… the police report and his death certificate say he committed suicide but, its not what happened. When I was 16 Ma and I were at one of my baseball games, we came home to find our entire property was covered by police. Obviously something wasn’t right. Know that about a month before I came out as gay and my dad came out as bi, we came out together and Ma was so proud of us.” Smiling a little at the memory. “I remember she made a cake that said “I love my gays” dad found it hilarious, I was just still processing that everyone knew about me so I cried.” Leo laughs a little and sniffles, getting a little teary from the last happy memory of his dad. “ My dad had told me he was bi by telling me about a guy he would mess around with in highschool… I found out who that guy was after his death. Basically what happened was dad was found in the middle of one of the pens with a bullet to his temple. It was in the right side of his head and the gun, which was the only gun on the whole property by the way, was in his right hand… Daddy was left handed.” Leo shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from cracking his knuckles, a habit he picked up because his mother hates it when he does it.

Finn and Logan were keeping themselves busy by watching the ducks and the ripple of the water but listening intently to the story.

“Yeah, the guy my dad was messing around with in highschool… he was the first person on the scene. It was the sheriff. He has always made Ma’s and my life a living hell so I guess it makes sense. You know the funny thing, random flowers will show up at this tree sometimes. I know it's him who is sneaking in and putting them there. He’s such a piece of shit.” Leaning his head back on the tree Leo takes a deep breath to calm down. Something is poking at his leg, making him look down.

It was Daisy, the mother duck of all the ducklings every year. Also, Eloise’s best friend. Leo smiles and gives her a couple of pets and pats and she waddles away back to the pond.

Hours pass, Leo is still distant when speaking but he is always touching them in some way. Whether it's a pinky linked with Logan’s or resting his head on Finn’s shoulders randomly. It was cute but they also know he is letting himself process his emotions. Once, he was back to wanting to interact with people. He mentions how Clay and he own a small pontoon on a lake about 15 minutes away. Everyone was up for it so they packed coolers and got into their swimsuits. Judy made sure they had bug spray, sunscreen, food, and water. Remus was in charge of bringing that because literally anyone else would have forgotten it.

Everyone piled onto this, obviously not old, pontoon and got comfy in the pleather seats. There was even a top deck with a slide that Kuny was dying to try out. As Leo was pulling off the dock some people went up to the top deck to sunbathe and feel the wind as they drove. Clay was hooking up his phone to put on the only radio he cares about, the pontoon radio. (Youtube, Spotify)

No one was surprised when some country music about a pontoon actually started playing over the rather impressive speaker system on the boat. Leo drove past a small, large, corner that was much less well kept than the rest of the lake. Clay, Reg and Leo all waved over to the corner smiling like idiots.

“What's over there?” Sirius is looking over and trying to see a person but no one is there. The rest of the team is also trying to see literally anything.

“Our favorite gator! His name is Scar because he, like Clay over here, has a fat scar across his face.” Leo smiles and pats Clay’s shoulder who slaps his back and runs away to hide behind Thomas before Leo can grab him.

Leo gets them into the middle of the lake, the deepest part, and hears a bit of a scuffle. Looking over to see Clay trying to push Thomas off the boat and failing, smiling at them he watches as Thomas picks clay up over his shoulder and jumps into the water with him. It causes a chain reaction of everyone else jumping in.

Minus Finn and Lily who were still applying sunscreen.

Everything was great, they were all relaxed and drinking. Clayton got to show off his super power of a human bottle opener by literally opening a bottle with his fucking buttcheeks. Kuny asked for a bottle opener and Clay just used the crook of his elbow.

When something other than country music came over the speakers the team was fucking shook, especially when Clay, Reg and Leo all started doing a fucking line dance to the song Working Bitch by Ashniko and singing it word for word. The only response they got was .

“We may be cowboys but we are still gay.”

When Up by Cardi B came on they went fucking nuts, changing specific words to fit Leo and Reg’s pasty ass skin, Clay took on the first verse, Reg the second and Leo the third.

It causes four people in particular to have mini heart attacks when their boys would rap all this raunchy stuff. They know these two are slutty but when the actual song S.L.U.T came on they didn’t expect them to sing it from their heart. Nat and Lily also joined in on singing some of these. Sometimes Remus and Finn would join in too but more lowkey than the others. All around it was a good time.

“Leo… Look.” Reg was next to him as he was holding Finn from behind as they watched Logan and Sirius arm wrestle for one of the last cigarettes. Reg points out the left side of the boat, looking where he is pointing Leo notices a small fishing boat that he’s never given permission to be out here. Sharing a look with Reg, he has a sinking feeling he knows exactly who it is, binoculars and all.

Calling everyone onto the boat so they can go and confront this person, Leo takes a lap around the lake to collect himself first. Slowing down as He pulls up next to the fishing boat at an appropriate distance not to knock him over.

“Howdy Sheriff.” Leo leans over the side of the boat, resting his forearms crossed on the railing. “Snooping?” He smiles at him.

“Let me on the boat son, I need to check you’re not drinking.” Leo rolls his eyes and opens the side door so he can climb on but doesn’t move closer. He sticks his hand out behind him so Reg can put a couple of pennies on his hand, Reg also gives some to Clay and takes two himself and puts them under his tongue. The sheriff checks everyone's IDs that he doesn’t know and walks over to the youngest ones. Taking out a breathalyzer from his jean pocket, because he is off duty and still policing for some reason. “Blow.”

“I thought you were trying to prove you’re not gay?” Clay smirks at the sour look he gets and blows into the breathalyzer and blows a 0, smiling and blowing a kiss to the annoyed 40 year old he walks back over to everyone else. Spitting his pennies into a cup.

“Blow.” Reg rolls his eyes and blows a 0 same as Clay walking over and spitting his pennies into the same cup. The sheriff doesn’t even tell Leo what to do, but he also blows a 0. Smiling a tight smile he crosses his arms.

“Happy? I’m just providing a boat for my friends to hang out on.”

“Having a gay orgy?” Leo smirks and looks down at him.

“Nope, but I know you’d want to join in.”

“You know this is private property and I know the owner and-and can get y’all kicked out!” He was turning red with embarrassment and anger, it was entertaining.

“Oh yeah? Call them then.” Leo picks at his nails as the sheriff calls the number posted on the sign out by the gate of the lake.

After a few moments, Leo’s phone rings.

He picks it up and says ‘hello’ It echoes through the sheriff's phone who is standing there stunned.

“Get the fuck off my property.” With that the sheriff gets back on his boat and drives off to the boat dock. Rubbing his temples he looks up to see Reg who gave him a thumbs up as he ended the video he was recording of the idiot, just in case anything else happened.

“Man, that guy is way worse than dad.” Noelle sips her beer as Logan nods in agreement. “Dad at least doesn’t patrol off duty… I don’t think.”

“Your dad is a sheriff?” Leo looks at them shocked because he doesn’t get along with any law enforcement besides Derek the keeper of the jail cells. The stab of worry that goes through his chest makes him have to take a breath. He tells them he is going up for a smoke and goes to the top deck.

Lighting up he listens to the music start again to keep everyone down stairs. Someone, who he is guessing is Clay, drives them back to the center to keep swimming.

Leo can’t help but think maybe… just maybe Finn and Logan are actually with him because they want him and not because they want to spice up their relationship, or to piss off their families.

He knew he was reaching though.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Can u do a soon to be dad Tom holland x soon to be black mom where shes 5 months pregnant and there whole family goes to bora bora together and y/n wears cute bikinis 🥺 and she reveals on insta that she’s pregnant like this (🤰 ) and they travel around bora bora and paparazzi takes pics and y/n accidentally falls on her side but the baby is ok but Tom gets into a fight with one of the paparazzi and Toms brothers has to break it up but it’s ending in fluff 😫🥺🥺

UH YEAH YEA- FLY ME TO THE MOON- I DONT THINK I KNOW HOW TO WRITE BUT YALL LOVE ME SO SO MUCH AM IIIIII I I I I RIGHTT? MY REACTION TO FIRST READING THE ASK WAS “what even is bora bora?”

Warnings: sexual tension but not, difficult writing but u understand, fluff? NOT PROOFREAD YOU ALREADY KNOW IT! Idk what else, kinda hyped

T.H| BORA BORA BORA THE EXPLORORRRR

It was about your second or third day in bora bora, Thomas itching to tell everyone how his beloved is caring his child finally. “Swimming?” He asked, his voice hoarse as he rubbed the bottom of your stomach, feeling the hairs that you grew from the hormones. “Only if we get one of those cocktails” you smiled, going to your night stand and putting on your sunglasses.

“I still don’t know why you do that” “I utterly refuse to let you see my eyes in the morning” “I already did though!” He whisper yells, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “No thomas- ah!” You let out a small scream as he peppered your face with kisses, trying to pull back you push his arms away and raise your eyebrows at him. “Stop it” “no” “why?” “Because I love you”

He quickly snatched the sunglasses and throws them in the closet, you grunt and close your eyes “Thomas!” “Whattt?” He says, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom. “Sunglasses please” you throw out your hand and move your fingers in a ‘gimmie’ way.

“I can I’m using the bathroom!” Before you could argue he shut the door, you groaned and rolled your eyes, throwing your head on the pillow multiple times before getting up, you went to the closet and stretched the back of your left leg with your right one, placing Toms swim bottoms on the bed and getting a matching lavender purple one that has a wire under the boob cut, the bottoms highwaisted, enough to tell that your are pregnant.

“Are you finally up?!” He asked over turning on the shower, “yes Tom, yes I am!” You yelled back, he returned with a come on and you did, grabbing large and hand towels and came into the bathroom already seeing him naked.

“It’s pretty cold in here” he winked at you, you shook your head and laughed “then turn the water warm, did you forget how to?” He only played along “come show me” you got undressed and took a shower with him, he helped get your ankles and shins up to the glory, of course he snuck a few kisses on the cheeks but nothing to much.

“I could do this forever” he said, taking the baby oil and rubbing it all over you. “We have people here with us, I don’t think that’s possible” “whatever” he rolled his eyes, soon the door was knocked on “open it!” He yelled. As the door opened it revealed haz “let’s go” he smiled and walked off, as Tom finshed he wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head on your stomach “what’s their name gonna be” “Oliver” he came eye contact with you “I love it!” He kissed your stomach a few times before smacking your butt and standing up. “You look great carrying my baby, did you know that?” He asked, grabbing a small bag filled with things both of you needed. “What about before that?” You asked teasing him as he only licked the bottom corner of his mouth laughing.

“You and I both know I am not doing no goddam-sorry olive- surfing Thomas” “you succkkk, pleaseee” he looked at you with his lower lip pocket out “can we do the reveal first?” You say knowing it’ll change his mind. “YES!- HARRY GET YOUR CAMERA!” tom yelled, taking your hand and running where everyone else is, Harry rolled his eyes but stood up going to his rather large bag.

You got your sunglasses that you didn’t forget “why-“ you threw a pair at him to “we need to look like actual cool parents, so please” you smiled at him making him smack his lips and mumble some things.

You put on your little framed black glasses and put your hands on your stomach, lifting your left leg to your tippy toe as you leaned on your other foot, raising your left shoulder and doing a duck face and Tom was behind you, sunglasses in his wet hair as he squatted and put a hand on your straight leg, his head mostly on the side of your butt but trying to make it platonic, secretly not.

“3...2...1!” Harry counted the camera snapping, Tom kissing your hips “surfing?” “No”

After the small swimming of Thomas, paddy, and has trying to scare you by circling you with the jet skis, all of you went back to change Thomas wearing an orange shirt to match your off the shoulders black crop top that’s ruffled across the top and he wore some black jean shorts as you wore orange shorts, it isn’t jeans but it has a large bow where the belt is supposed to be and some black sandals with your white toes.

“You look stunning” he said as you put in your earrings “thanks babe as do you” you smiled, he came behind you, pushing himself on you and kissing your back “I honestly don’t want to torture the baby” you smiled, Tom catching on and laughing also.

The black bucket hat on and the sunglasses in the hot sun but your skin was shinning! Yay! No, not yay, it’s hot as fuck. You got your cocktail tho, it was refreshing for this hot sun. “Why why why!” You complained, Sam and Harry laughing as you rolled your eyes “here here!” You pointed at a store, boho themed, you seen a lot of tight skirts and brown knitted tops that looked like bikini tops but aren’t. “Let’s go then” “make his pockets hurt” Harry mumbled, making Sam laugh and Tom slap his shoulder.

You ended up getting a whole lot still walking in the sun all of you found paparazzi, multiple. It was getting quite crowded to because it wasn’t that hot anymore,”yeah I’m sorry!- excuse me!” You smiled holding Toms hand as he pulled you through all the paparazzi, until one accidently put their foot infront of yours, Tom still trying to pull you by your right hand do you ended up on your side, a lot of ‘oos’ and ‘ouch’s’ came out making Tom confused, when he looked back he saw you in the ground, Harry and Sam kneeling down to your side.

“You alright?” Sam asked. “What the fuck!” Tom yelled, looking at the same man who’s face was beat red, “i-I didn’t mean it” “really? You fu-“ before he could finish he threw a punch, a hurtful punch, other paparazzi long gone and not taking pictures anymore. “You know she’s pregnant- maybe you should’ve stayed away in the first place you fuckin twat- you fuckin piece of absolute shit!” Tom ended up getting him in the floor, hearing a thud making you, Sam, and Harry look over at Tom just punching him in the face, yelling out stuff that he wouldn’t regret later.

Crack

That’s when it was time to get off, Harry and Sam stood up and ran to him, taking his arms and pulling him off of his lap, Toms face scrunched up and he grabbed the camera, throwing it on the ground, not strong enough so he gets out of their hold and stomped it out. “That’s what you fucking get for messing with her! The next time I’ll have you in jail!” Tom tried to walk back but you grabbed his hand, “I’m okay, I promise” his breath calming down as he let out a little “okay” you put your hand up to behind his ear and gave him a peck.

The next day it was time to leave, news about it everywhere so he took a break from social media and focused on you mostly, oh and the paparazzis nose is broken, you guys are praying that he has insurance. Not to mention he won’t stop putting his hands around you in public did someone say PDAAAA? But everyone was happy about the baby, dom cheered him on about breaking his nose!

I HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE HAPPY! LOVE YOU NONNIE AND FANNIES AND EVERYONE!

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x black!reader #dad!tom #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #thanks for the ask!#I LOVE YOU NONNIE

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anauthore · 4 years ago

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A Cigarette for Your Thoughts? (Kenny McCormick x Reader) {SERIES | One}

Summary: You run away from home. You hide from rumours. And most importantly, you give second chances.

Pairing: Kenny McCormick x Reader - South Park

NOTE: Every part of this series can be read as stand-alone, or as part of the series itself! If you don’t want to read each part on Tumblr, feel free to check out links to the work on the below websites:

Wattpad | Quotev | AO3

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The night was dark, not even the reflection of the thousands of stars making the slightest bit of difference. You sat on the cold ground with your back against a tree, your face tilted toward the blackened sky as you breathed out, calming yourself and trying your hardest not to make much noise while the hot tears rolled down your cheek.

You squeezed your arms, digging what was left of your nails into your windbreaker that did nothing to shield you from the cold. It happened again, as it always does, but even expecting it didn't help you really cope with it; your mom was arguing with whoever she was dating this month, their drunken stupor unfortunately interrupted by your presence as you walked through the front door.

That was all it took- one slap across the face later and you were gone, cold and alone at a train crossing on the far side of town. You'd been there through sunset, and you were sure you would fall asleep under the canopy to the sound of crickets.

You stretched your legs out in front of you and sighed, eyes closed, before the sound of approaching footsteps put you on alert. You quickly formed an excuse in your head- 'sorry officer, I'm just waiting for my mom to pick me up'- but once the figure got closer you recognized him.

Kenneth McCormick. Kenny, the school's plug for nearly any drug you wanted. Kenny, the kid so poor that South Park had canned food drives for his family. Kenny, the most perverted playboy troublemaker in grade 11.

Had you really ended up that far away from your side of town? You began to scramble to your feet, but the startled gasp emanating from next to you stopped you in your tracks.

"Jesus fuck- Sorry, I didn't see you there."

You apologized quickly, albeit quietly, and mumbled something before starting to stand again.

"No, it's alright," Kenny shook his head, an unlit cigarette appearing in between his right index and middle fingers seemingly out of nowhere. He paused for an uncomfortable amount of time, tilting his head before he speaks once more. "Hey, aren't you- don't you live on the other side of town?"

You nod, confused. "Uh, yeah, how'd you know?"

He shrugs. "I see you get on the bus from Mr. Mackey's window."

You stare blankly at him. Although it was somewhat creepy... you couldn't help but feel a little flattered. You were average at best; you hung out with a few other people, each equally as unnoticed by everyone else as you. You weren't in any notable clubs, sports, or teams and you got decent enough grades: nothing to warrant being noticed by anyone, let alone someone that was easily recognizable by the entirety of the school.

He ignores your expression and rummages through his hoodie pocket for something. "So, why did you end up at this end of town?" He pulled out a lighter that looked to be on it's last ends, the paint chipped so much that you couldn't tell what colour it had been.

"What makes you think I 'ended up' here?"

"Sweetheart," the hints of a smile wiggled their way onto his expression before he placed the cigarette between his lips, lighting it and taking a puff in one go; "no one decides they want to come here unless they're looking for drugs, and you don't strike me as the type to throw your life away like that."

He plopped next to you, smoke calmly floating upward as you mulled over his words. What if you did want to throw your life away? It wasn't as if you really had anything left here: South Park was where you had lived your whole life, and although everyone else had mountains of stories to tell, you had nothing but the tales of your mom's iron fist and her many, many boyfriends.

After a moment, you spoke again, softer now that he was right next to you. "What if I wanted to? Buy something, I mean."

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Then I doubt I would've found you just sitting here."

You looked away, a little embarrassed at your retort. He was right: if you were here to buy, you wouldn't be curled up against a tree, shivering in the cold of the night.

He puffed again on his cigarette, glancing at you only when he was sure you had been eyeing him for a little bit. He flicked ash off onto the ground and offered the smoke your way.

"Do you smoke?"

You hesitated, but decided that you really had nothing else to lose.

"Now I do."

Kenny puffed air through his nose in a quiet laugh, watching you with a smug smile as you took it and breathed in- and then immediately had a coughing fit.

He chuckled, scooting closer and patting your back to help you catch your breath. You grimaced, repressing a shudder.

"I take it that this isn't your thing."

You shook your head, breathing again to clear the smoke from your lungs while you watched the lit end of the cigarette glow dimly. Once you were satisfied with the air to smoke ratio, you raised the stick up to your mouth again.

"Pull it into your mouth this time, then inhale. You won't cough as much."

You took a mental note and followed what he said, and he was right; you held it in and exhaled when you thought it had been in your system long enough, the back of your skull beginning to tingle as the nicotine worked it's magic.

He must've noticed you relax, because he gave you a thumbs up and fished another Pall Mall from his hood.

It was silent again, neither of you speaking and instead getting lost in the world of tar and probable lung cancer.

When one of you did speak, it was again on the topic you thought you'd managed to avoid, but you guess not.

"Why all of a sudden?"

"Why what all of a sudden?" You puffed on your cigarette some more, getting a hang of not choking every time you did so.

"Did you choose to," he gestured to your smoke clouds, "start that."

You shrugged. "Why did you?"

“One word: Stress. Lots and lots of it.”

You nodded in agreement. “Me too, then.”

He nodded back, and again you both were left to each other’s company and the patterned inhaling and exhaling. Once your cigarette had turned into a nub, you threw the butt under your foot and rubbed it into the asphalt with the toe of your shoe. Kenny hadn’t finished his, yet, you’d noticed, so all you had left to do was to make small talk or lean against the tree again.

The quiet was too much for you, you quickly realized, and so, even though you weren’t much of a talker, you started to talk.

“So, what’s it like? Being popular, I mean.”

He laughed, flicking ash away again. “You think I’m popular?”

“Everyone does.”

He shook his head again, denying it. “Nah, that’s just ‘cause I’ve been lifelong friends with Cartman and his little posse. I’m nothing special- just another McCormick working his ass off to get the bare minimum only to end up addicted to something or other.”

You gave him a look, somewhat concerned. Sure, you knew he wasn’t the best apple in the bunch, but to hear him talk about himself so self-deprecatingly surprised you. He was always somewhat douchey around everyone else, constantly flirting with girls and making fun of anyone else around him- including teachers and parents. He must’ve noticed your sympathy, because he quickly apologized.

“Sorry. That got a little deep.” He stomped on the butt of his cigarette just as you had before. “Nah, it’s okay. Everyone knows my name, everyone knows my game. Nothing else to say about that, really.”

You accepted that he wasn’t going to elaborate any more than that.

“What about you, huh? What’s it like, being invisible? No offense.”

You cracked a smile for a split second. “None taken.” You pulled your legs in to sit indian-style. “It’s alright. No one notices when I slip away- not even my parents. My friends are good, but like- I dunno. They’re like anyone else. More like ‘acquaintances’, I guess.” You shivered, what little heat you’d been keeping trapped under your legs dissipating since you’d changed your sitting position. Kenny noticed, raising an eyebrow.

“So, you came all the way here without a decent coat?” You could sense judgement in his tone.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t have time to grab one between my mom’s boyfriend and my mom ganging up on me.”

His eyes widened a little bit and he glanced to the side. “O-kay. Noted.” Then, he began to shed his jacket, offering it to you by the hood. “Here. I’m plenty warm, plus I have a house over there I could go to if I got too cold. You need it more than I do.”

You didn’t accept it at first; you tried to say no, but he insisted, and you weren’t going to refuse twice. You were freezing, and the night was only going to get colder.

You pulled it on, and you could tell he’d worn it constantly- and not just because it was the only thing you’d ever seen him in. The fur it was lined with was short and stiff, and the pockets were ripped on the inside, not to mention the stains that spotted it. It smelled like cigarette smoke and alcohol, and of course, like a high school boy. You zipped it up and pulled on the hood, not as cold as you’d just been.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

And it was left like that for a long time. At least, long enough for you to doze off and get woken by Kenny standing over you, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Hey, you shouldn’t sleep out here.”

You rubbed your eyes, looking up at his silhouette. “I can’t exactly go home, Kenny.” Your voice was groggy and you sounded annoyed. Still, he didn’t seem to be disturbed by your sudden change of face. Instead, he almost seemed to have empathy towards you. You weren’t sure if you liked that or not.

“I know.” He repeated himself again, trying to word his question so it didn’t seem so out of place on the dark street you sat on. “I know. Do you want to come over? It- I can find a place for you tonight.” He stared at your unwavering expression for a moment before he spoke again. “You really shouldn’t sleep out here.”

And he was right. You shouldn’t-

So, you stood and followed him back to his house. The one that was falling apart- that smelled like cigarettes and other pungent drugs that made you wrinkle your nose in disgust- that put up a decent fight against the cold beginnings of Winter in South Park.

#anauthore #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #quotev #wattpad #southpark #kenny mccormick #kenneth mccormick #kenny x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #series #part one #a cigarette for your thoughts #writers on tumblr #fanfiction on tumblr

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missskzbiased · 4 years ago

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Getting a Roommate (2)

Okay, So I’m back! I got a suggestion about the roommate so I wrote it. I’m really glad people read it kkk I honestly thought this wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Anyway, I think I should put a “Language” warn(?) since I write a lot of “fuc-”... And This one has a lot of dialogue. I guess all of them will have it, but this one is basically talking. Felix and IN are here this time~

Word Count: ~3,9K Female lead I hope you guys like it. I’m all ears for suggestions! Also, I hope you guys suggest a Love Triangle pair you prefer :3

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final) ---------------------------------------/////------------------------------------------

You were heading out Jisung’s and Changbin’s place, making a decision You thought would be the best-case scenario: Seungmin would be a perfect choice. He was sweet, quiet, clean and kinda funny too with the old hag stuff. You should have just stayed there. When you finally got to his place, walking a lot, since you didn’t want to spend money on a bus if you could just walk for 20 minutes, you knocked all happy.

“Y/N!” He said smiling as he opened the door.

“Hey, old hag, I’m back” You smiled back, but your smile soon dropped from your face.

In the middle of his living room were some boxes and a really cute guy wiping his sweat with the back of his hand from his forehead. He looked like a fox and you felt He was one at that moment.

“Oh boy…” You whined “Am I too late?”

Seungmin looked at you sympathetically and tapped your shoulder twice.

“I’m sorry, but He’s an old hag too” He said, grimacing at you.

Great… Now your best option was going back to Jisung’s and Changbin’s place and get the bloody room… Why had you had to walk all the way here for nothing?! Seungmin seemed to notice your moody self and gesticulated to his new roommate. That could have been you, You thought devastated.

“Hey, Jeongin, come meet my not-hag friend! She came right before you” He said and the boy came smiling to you.

You wished you could call him a sly fox, but He was so cute! He could be a baby fox, tough… His smile made him look like a child and He extended his hand to you really excitedly, shaking it like He was really hyped to meet you.

“So my little Seungmo have a friend beside me?! I am: CHOCKED” He laughed, getting a slap on the back from Seungmin.

“I’m older than you, you little shit” Seungmin retorted, smiling, and both of them laughed.

You wanted to laugh too, but you were feeling too dumb to do it at the moment.

“He’s a sly fox and didn’t even say it was him, so I thought it would be just like anyone to see the place, but then He just dropped his stuff on my floor!” He said excitedly.

Good News: Seungmin was hyped, so He could warm up with time, just like you thought.

Bad News: You were homeless.

You were about to say goodbye to them and bring your sorry ass back to your last place, but Jeongin looked at you with a bright smile and gestured for you to come inside.

“Do you have any manners, Seungmo?” He rolled his eyes “How can you let a friend hanging by the door?” and He grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside gently, closing the door.

“He’s bringing people home!” You accused jokingly “Did you really betrayed me for him?” You faked a hurt expression and made both of them laugh.

“And you called me a sly fox?” Jeongin arched his brows, chuckling.

“Can I sit down a little bit?” You asked, tired, and Seungmin promptly gestured to the couch.

“Of course!” He rushed, going to the couch and fluffing it “Where are my manners?” He apologized and you chuckled.

“Thank god!” You said as soon as your butt reached the cushion “I’m so tired!” You whined, looking at them sitting down across you, Seungmin on the couch and Jeongin on the armchair.

“Is it that hard to find a roommate better than me?” He said smugly joking and you rolled your eyes.

“I came on foot, under this bloody summer sun at midday, Seungmin… But yeah, it’s also hard to find a good roommate” You complained “And now I have to walk back to where I just came because my best shot is to live with two loud, but really nice, musicians” You sighed “What a day”

“Why the hell didn’t you message me?” Seungmin asked surprised “It would have saved you from walking under the bloody sun” He mocked you.

“That’s because I thought we had a connection, you snake!” You accused and he cackled.

“Yeah, We have! It’s called Wi-fi and it would save you from walking” Jeongin snorted at that and you giggled.

“I’m dumb, for god sakes, forgive me this once, you supreme intelligent life form on Earth” You pleaded mockingly and They chuckled.

“That’s a whole new way of calling Seungmin a knows-all! I like her, Hyung” Jeongin said happily.

“But then again you took him from me” You sniffled, wiping fake tears from your eyes and then laughed.

It was all going too well, you happily talking to the guys that wouldn’t be your roommates, but could be your new friends, before your stomach made a loud grumbling sound. You widened your eyes in chock and the boys cackled at you.

“Should we have lunch?” Seungmin offered.

“No! I can’t bother you that much, I’m heading out to Jisung’s place and I can eat something around there” You refused.

“Did you message him?”Seungmin asked narrowing his eyes.

“That couldn’t even be possible” You laughed like He was crazy “What are the chances that both of my best choices would find another roommate?” You giggled at the thought.

You got up and thanked them for being nice enough to let you crash on their couch for a little, and happily got all the way back to Jisung’s and Changbin’s place. 20 minutes walk wasn’t really much and the sun was almost bearable now, so you were feeling better. You should know you are an unlucky bitch, tough.

When Jisung opened the door, confused, You saw a big backpack on the floor and a skinny boy right next to it.

“What are the chances that both of my best choices would find another roommate?” Your voice echoed on your head. Yeah, right! The chances of you being screwed were 100% because you were the subject, of course. You could only be angry with yourself for not taking Seungmin’s advice.

“Oh, Y/N!” Jisung said, smiling at you “Did you forget something?”

Well, yeah! You forgot you have the most rotten luck in the world!

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice and you looked up to the new boy in the place.

You couldn’t believe it.

“Felix, you little piece of shit!” You beamed.

“What are you doing here?!” He asked surprised, coming to the door and hugging you “Are you stalking me, you creep?” He asked alarmed, laughing right after.

“As if” You snorted “Why didn’t you say you were looking for a place?! We could be living together and I wouldn’t be so screwed up right now!” You whined and he laughed.

“How would I know you needed a new place too?! My roommate got caught in the hallways, apparently having sex with someone while they were really high” He explained “So we got expelled and here I am”

“I can’t believe it! Was the boy your roommate?! The girl was mine!” You groaned “We totally should have lived together! But your mom was all like ‘You can’t live with a girl, Do you want to be a father?’” You mimicked her tone and Felix laughed.

“As if all the sleepovers wouldn’t be enough to get you pregnant” He chuckled and You laughed, remembering all the sleepovers you had with him, playing Uno until morning, and watching Horror movies just to be scared and asking him to go to the bathroom with you.

Jisung looked abashed, eyeing you both.

“So… I’m going to head back… Make yourself home, Y/N” Jisung said, turning around, embarrassed.

You couldn’t understand why he looked so ashamed, but you decided to ignore it, sitting on the couch with Felix.

“Are you hungry?” He asked you, his eyes shining while He smiled at you.

“I’m starving” You groaned “Have been hungry since before coming back here… Felix, why couldn’t We be smart for once and talk to each other about moving out?” You whined, looking at him with puppy eyes “I just have two more places to go now… I can live with a guy that would like me to hear him having sex” Felix shot up a brow at that “Or I can live with two fuckboys”

“What the hell?” He uttered “Don’t you have anywhere better to go?”

“I had a great chance to move in with a really sweet guy, but I thought maybe I could find a better place, so I ran into a Dom guy and then I came here” You explained “So I went back to the sweet guy and He found a roommate, a friend of his, and then I came here again… And here you are” You sighed “And now I’m hungry and homeless all over again”

“What will you choose? Dom guy or Fuckboys?” He asked curiously.

“I don’t know… Dom guy seemed nice enough, but do I want to hear him being called Daddy?” You wondered “Not really…”

“Fuckboys are creep guys? Or just… Free souls?” He asked unsurely and you chuckled.

“One of them is really nice, He was almost a gentleman, Maybe a little bit… Crude on his words. The other one tough…” You groaned “He’s an asshole!”

“Okay, but the asshole one is that unbearable? Did He try to make a move on you or something?” Felix asked worriedly.

“No! He said I wasn’t fuckable enough! Can you believe it? He said I would have to beg him to fuck me” You rolled your eyes “Where in the world would I beg to be fucked by a dumbass?” You complained, getting angry.

“Well that’s good, actually” Felix shrugged “If dumbass don’t want to fuck you, You will have a peaceful home, won’t you? They can fuck whoever they want and you can sleep in peace without listening to anything… It sounds like a win-win situation to me” He advised.

“I can’t believe I am considering living with that douche” You sighed again “Well, I better call Minho before another random roommate gets my place”

“I’m not a random roommate! I was thinking of giving you these, you ungrateful brat” He uttered, searching for something on his backpack and showing you a box full of brownies.

“Did I say a random roommate? I meant a perfect friend that I could never badmouth!” You said, picking a brownie and feeling all your soul screaming in happy language “Oh god! This is so good!” You said while picking another one before he could close de box.

He laughed at you.

“You’re a snake, did you know that?” He looked at you playfully.

“And you are the biologist guy that feeds me and makes me happy” You answered, feeling a lot better after eating something.

You searched Minho’s number on your phone and called him.

“Hey” You said after he answered “Yeah, It’s Y/N… Make a room for me, I’m staying there” You sighed “Yeah, totally great… Yeah, I’ll be there later, I just need to get my stuff. What? Oh… Well, yeah… It would help me a lot, actually. Okay! Goodbye!”

Felix looked at you curiously.

“What?” He asked “You sound happy to live with a fuckboy”

“He will help me bring my stuff!” You beamed “He has a car… Finally, something went right!” You couldn’t believe your luck. You messaged him your old address.

“Want a helping hand?” He asked, but you denied, thanking him for the offer and the food.

“I’m out, Felix!” You waved him goodbye and decided to finally take a cab to your place. No more walking for you, little lady!

When you got there, Minho was already waiting, his arms crossed and his face emotionless while He looked at the passersby. You waved a ‘Hi’ and His eyes lighted up when He finally found you.

“Thank god! I was beginning to wonder if you were pranking me because of Hyunjin” He confessed and you chuckled.

“I’m not that bad and you were nice enough” You tapped his shoulder “So let’s go, dude, We have a lot of things to pick up”

“I’m really sorry for you having to put up with him” He said suddenly and you looked at him. He really seemed sorry and you let a smile crack on your face.

“It’s his fault, not yours” You shrugged “And I will have to put up with him anyway now that I don’t have anywhere else do go, so this is it. Moving on”

He smiled and then followed you around, helping you pick up all your things and get the boxes to the car. When you finally sat down on the passenger’s seat and buckled up, He whistled.

“That was a lot of stuff” He states.

“Imagine doing this all by myself” You agreed “I own you one”

“Own me enough to buy me some food?” He asked grinning

“It hasn’t even been a day and you already extorting me” You accused and He laughed “Unfortunately I’m starving so I will have to accept that offer”

“That makes two of us. Where should we go?” He asked.

“Anywhere you want, but remember I’m poor” You shrugged and He snorted.

“Fast Food is good enough for you, my poor lady?” He said jokingly.

“Is that how you flirt?” You cackled “It’s good enough, I can afford it” You agreed and He drived you guys to eat some unhealthy food.

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“Get your lazy ass off the couch and help us with the boxes” Minho yelled at Hyunjin, Who just stood there looking at him.

“What took you so long? I was waiting for you” He whined and Minho arched a brow at him, putting the box down.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Let’s order some food” He pleaded and Minho snorted.

“Do I look like your father?” Minho rolled his eyes “Pay for your own food for once, man”

You finally got there with your box and put it on the floor.

“Oh, look at him!” You said, giggling “I could say that to you, sir” and Minho smiled sheepishly at you.

“What?!” Hyunjin groaned “You ate with her?” He rolled his eyes “Not even a day and you’re already disturbing me” He looked at you, pouting.

“Didn’t know you had a child” You said looking at Minho “When baby boy stops crying help me out with the boxes, please?” You asked, heading back to the car and ignoring Hyunjin’s tantrum.

Hyunjin looked pissed at the door and Minho cackled up.

“Hey, baby boy” Minho called, mocking him.

“Fuck off” He uttered, getting up from the couch.

“Are you going to cry on bed now?” Minho asked, still laughing.

“You’re so annoying!” Hyunjin groaned “Did you left any food for me?” He asked.

“Yeah, but Y/N was the one who paid for it, so I do think it’s better for you to help with the boxes, so you can eat because I won’t cook for you” He warned, heading back to the car.

You were surprised to see Hyunjin coming with Minho, his hands on his pockets, like He didn’t give a fuck, but coming to help anyway.

“What did you tell him?” You whispered on Minho’s ears and He chuckled.

“I said you were only giving him food if he helped” He answered, whispering to you.

“We don’t have any food left” You said amused, eyeing Hyunjin getting the box to the elevator.

“Well, I figured He deserved a little prank” He grinned and you laughed out loud.

“Oh my god! I love you” You said amused and He smiled.

“Now I think We’re even” He said, ruffling your hair and picking up two boxes. “Let this one there, so He come back to pick it up” He advised.

You giggled. Making Hyunjin unhappy was really making your day.

“Give me this” You pointed to one of the boxes, and He shrugged it off, heading towards the elevator and you followed him.

Hyunjin went back for the last box when both of you came inside the house, this time you were holding the box that Minho rushedly put on your hands. When He put the last box on the floor, he looked at you.

“I would like the food now” He said politely.

“What food?” You asked slyly.

He eyed you and scoffed.

“The food you bought to me” He said “Please? I helped with two boxes” He made puppy eyes and you wheezed.

“Sorry, but I didn’t buy you any food” You admitted “What made you think that I did?” You asked innocently and Minho scoffed at that.

“You son of a bitch” Hyunjin pointed at Minho “I can’t believe I helped her for nothing” He whined “I thought you were my buddy” He faked hurt and Minho arched a brow and chuckled.

“You are, but She’s my buddy now too” He shrugged “And you were an asshole this morning, You could have screwed us up, dude, I won’t have it”

“And here was I thinking it was all for me” You joked.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, darling” Minho grimaced at you, and you both laughed.

“Ok… I guess I deserved it” Hyunjin rolled his eyes “We can’t do anything now, She’s already here anyway” He sighed “We should make some rules” He suggested.

“Oh, please!” You agreed eagerly and both boys looked at you confused.

“Please! Please don’t be too loud” You pleaded “I want to sleep at night without hearing you guys having sex”

“Well, you should say it to the girls we’re gonna bring” Hyunjin snorted “But our walls are thick, We choose it so we didn’t need to hear each other having sex” He admitted “So I guess this one is fine”

“Thank god” You said, smiling, sitting down, waiting for them to do the same.

“ We have to schedule things” Minho brought up “Who will be cooking, cleaning and doing laundry, buy groceries” He remembered “Hyunjin is fine by cleaning everything up, He likes to have a tidy place and brag about it”

“Well, you did brag about it tough” You reminded him and He smiled sheepishly.

“I would say anything for you to stay” He admitted and you laughed.

“Ew, It sounds like you guys are dating, stop it” Hyunjin made a gagging sound and Minho laughed “Which bring us to the third rule: No dating or fucking?”

“What are you? Six?” Minho scoffed “Why should it be a rule? If someone gets jealous, It would be way better to have a rule saying that if anything comes up the person will have to help us find a new roommate” He made his point.

“I don’t mind at all” You shrugged “It’s not like I intend to hook up with one of you anyway, but Minho’s idea is way more mature like expected” You stated.

“Fine, so if you guys hook up you will help us to find a roommate” Hyunjin agreed and you scoffed.

“Why me?” You complained “Maybe it’s you who will be getting jealous because I will steal your buddy” You reasoned.

“Great, She already thinks she can steal you from me, Minho, put her in her place, please” He joked and you grinned.

“Anything else?’ Minho wondered “Well, obviously you can bring anyone you want here too” Minho said looking at you “We just warn one another when we coming with someone, so it won’t be uncomfortable for anyone… Imagine if I break into the room taking off someone’s clothes and you are watching TV with a friend… Not the best way to set up the mood. We try to stay in our rooms too, so We don’t run into naked people on the corridor” You laughed at that.

“That seems ok for me” You agreed “What about the bathroom?”

“What about the bathroom?” Minho asked

“Do you guys have it scheduled? Do you lock the door? I don’t want to run into you showering” You explained.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” He joked and you rolled your eyes “But no, we don’t… We just enter the bathroom when the other is there, but I guess we can’t do that anymore”

“Well, obviously” You agreed.

“You can just lock it” Hyunjin suggested “And you will only need to check if He or I am not inside it before you come”

“Good enough for me” You stated “Maybe a little bit of schedule would be good, though, like know who has classes first and this kind of thing”

“ We can see this later, I don’t think it will be necessary… We’re both really quick to bath and get ready, so you should have a lot of time to do it anyway”

“I guess that is it?” You shrugged “We’re roomies now”

“Great” Hyunjin mocked, raising his hands like he was celebrating and you rolled your eyes.

“Do you wanna do the laundry so we don’t see your stuff?” Minho asked suddenly.

“I got the impression you guys already saw a lot of underwear in your like, I don’t really mind it” You scoffed and Minho laughed.

“Fair enough, so we can schedule it. You can help me buy the groceries since Hyunjin will be cleaning and wash the dishes, so we split the house chores”

“Perfect” You smiled “Now I’m going to get my room ready” You said excitedly.

“Oh! Actually…” Minho looked at you nervously and scratched the back of his neck “Your room isn’t ready yet” He admitted “We have bought a new bed, but it probably will come just by the end of the week” He explained.

“I can’t believe it” You sighed “I knew I should choose the Dom guy” You complained “Well, I will just hang my clothes then…”

“Yeah…” He started and you eyed him suspiciously “You don’t have a closet yet” He stated.

“Oh, lord” You groaned “Why did you announce this shit if you hadn’t a room ready?!” You whined.

“I thought we would have more time!” He apologized “Sorry, you can take my bed”

“No way in hell!” You fake gagged “I’m sleeping on the couch” You assured.

“What? Why?” He asked surprised.

“That’s no way I will just sleep where you have sex every day!” You answered outraged.

“Hey, I change the sheets!” He defended himself.

“No way, I’m sleeping on the couch” You shushed him.

“Well, I don’t know…” Hyunjin started talking, But Minho cut him off.

“No, let her sleep here” He grinned “When she gets her back hurting She will come to me crying”

“Yeah, right, Hyunjin’s father” You rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t even doing anything now!” Hyunjin protested, but you only laughed at him.

“Well, I’m just gonna put my clothes on random piles on the floor then”

You picked up the boxes one by one, heading to your new room. It was big enough for you, it already had a writing-desk waiting there and a lot of empty space. You could start decorating and leaving your style here, hanging some posters, photos and putting your books on the desk… It would be good enough for you. Your classes were going to start in three days, so you had enough time to do all that and go sleep on the damn couch.

You should really have chosen Seungmin when you had the chance…

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