#i sat down to play a game and instead I'm watching a movie wishing i was playing a game

[green-and-grey]

restarting a jrpg that you poured 108 hours into because you stopped playing it over a year ago and forgot enough of the battle system that you can't make progress

honestly, it hurts less to lose all that progress than I anticipated. turns out I wasn't in a great headspace throughout that original playthrough and missed a *lot*, so it's more like playing a game you saw multiple spoilers for

[bennysmiller]

Sweet Nothing - Frankie Morales x Reader

You and the boys have a night in at Benny's place, and amongst the chaos during a movie night, you and Frankie manage to find some quiet.

"Beer?"

You look up from your place on the sofa to see Benny holding out a full bottle of beer.

Normally you'd accept, but alcohol made you sleepy and you had to keep your eyes open for the game of charades Santi had proposed to everyone five minutes earlier. You shook your head at Benny but offered a slight smile in return.

"You don't have to stay awake, doll. Always welcome to crash in my bed while we're all out here"

Benny knew. He always knew. But once again, you shook your head at his suggestion and promised him you were fine. But you weren't fine. You wanted nothing more to fall asleep in Benny's bed to the sound of your boys laughing in the front room. But you also wanted to be present. After their latest mission, you knew how important it was to spend as much time as possible together.

"Well, you know where it is if you need it." Said Benny, before moving on and offering the beer to his brother.

Ten minutes later, the game of charades had been abandoned and Santi decided to put a film on instead. You couldn't actually hear what was being said, because Benny and Santi were too busy arguing over what they thought was going to happen. Then Will joined in and you wished you had taken up Benny's offer to sleep instead.

You managed to get yourself up off of the sofa, and over to the kitchen for a glass of water. As you take sips, you can't help but stare at an equally tired Frankie. The way his curls poke out from under his cap, and the way his hand is resting underneath his shirt, just on his stomach. You began to wonder what it would feel like to put your hand there instead. Do it for him.

You mentally kicked yourself for thinking about Frankie like that. He'd been nothing but sweet and respectful to you since you had met. But every now and then, no matter how hard you tried to push them down, those thoughts would creep up.

"They're real fuckin stupid sometimes."

You looked up to see Frankie stood across from you with his hands on his hips. When did he get here? you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't see him get up.

You straightened up and put the glass down on the counter before agreeing with the man in front of you.

"I love them to bits but you're absolutely right." you said, earning a sigh from Frankie.

"I'm an old man now, just want peaceful nights in where I don't have to listen to a running commentary on whatever film we're trying to watch." He said, before taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair.

I could give you those kind of nights.

Before you realised what you had just said in your head, you jumped at the sound of a bottle smashing in the front room. Frankie rolled his eyes and chucked his cap on the table next to him.

"Too damn loud." He said, and ran a hand over his patchy beard. "Hey, you ever get those Taylor Swift tickets you wanted?"

You were about to turn around, but paused when he brought Taylor Swift up. It was something you had mentioned to him ages ago. You were both sat in a diner after a similar night with the guys, and needed to escape. So you sat and talked. All night. About anything and everything. You mentioned wanting to get tickets but didn't spend too long on the topic, so you went red when you realised Frankie truly was listening to you ramble on about them.

"Yeah, I did." You spoke quietly, but inside you were screaming. For so many beautiful reasons.

"Can I confess something? The night you mentioned those tickets, I went home and played a few of her songs. She's good."

"Seriously? You like her?" You asked excitedly. You wanted to die at the dimple that made an appearance on Frankie's face when he smiled at your enthusiasm that had suddenly shown up.

"Yeah," He chuckled. "You mentioned you loved Sweet Nothing. That's my song right now. I really am too soft for all of it."

He looked proud as fuck for slipping that lyric into the conversation, and also for how he'd clearly been studying your favourite artist.

You thought of the lyric outside they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming and realised that perfectly described your situation with Frankie. Pure chaos in the front room with Santi, Benny, and Will, but the kitchen? You and Frankie found five minutes of peace in the kitchen. It was your place. You made the rules that night.

[cassiopeia-grimm]

A new beginning

Explicit 🔞 NO minors allowed

⭒❃Summary - After realizing her mistake, she returns to him to try and make amends. But is it too late to make amends?

⭒❃Pairing - Davis Mitchell x F!Reader

⭒❃Contents - Fluff, Angst, bestfriends to lovers, smut

⭒❃Word count - 1611

⭒❃ A/N - English is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes just bare with me. I'm sorry if I've made any syntax, spelling or tense mistakes.

This fic doesn't really follow the plot. I'm making my first attempt at writing a fic.

⭒❃ Credits - photos (pinterest) (edit by me)

For an autumn refreshment, the air isn't too bad. It's even mild. People are playing with leaves on the ground and children are running around laughing. But here I am, in front of my best friend's house. Well, former best friend…

I wonder if he's sitting on the couch right now, watching our favorite movie by the fire. Or playing video games.

I loved these little moments with him, it was relaxing and there was no judgment or criticism, we were just ourselves. Thanks to these moments, I had a crush on him, I actually fell in love with him. How could I not be in love with him, he's adorable, helpful, loyal, funny, a little destructive around the edges but he's also incredibly sexy.

I remembered that in high school all the girls were crazy about him, everyone wanted to be him. He was one of the best quarterbacks in our high school and I was proud of him, just like he was proud of me when I passed my science report.

I remember he often won games and I was in the stands cheering him on. I wasn't ashamed to shout his name so he'd know I was there for him. Those were the best years of my life.

Even though all the girls wanted his attention, he stuck by me. He once told me that I was more interesting than any of them. I remember blushing and hiding my face on his chest. Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster. I miss her touch, her warmth…

I wish I could go back in time and tell her I loved her. If I hadn't been such a coward, I'd never have lost him. Instead, I went off to see someone else. Still, I kept thinking about Davis, how he'd managed to hold my heart in his hands.

I was stupid…

The door opens, snapping me out of my reverie. He's standing there, his gaze soft and sad at the same time. Did he know I was coming?

“(Y/N), you came?” “Wh-what? How did you…” “Come on in.”

He stepped aside to let me in, I stood there skeptical, but finally entered after his nod.

Why, did he let me in? He should hate me, though. His house was simple but very warm, everything inside was comforting. If I looked carefully, I could see that he had always kept our things in common. It brought tears to my eyes.

As if reading my mind, he approached me and smiled.

“I couldn't let any part of you go so I kept them.” “Why?” It was all I could manage to say. “Because you're part of me and I can't live without them.” “What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.

He looked at me as if it were obvious, as if all the pieces of the puzzle were in front of me.

“Come on, shall we sit down for a bit?”

He guided me to the small living room, and I sat down next to him on the sofa opposite the fireplace. There were already two mugs of hot chocolate on the base table. Was he expecting someone?

“To answer your question, I was waiting for you.” “I know you're mad at me…” “Who told you I was mad at you?” “After what I did you should be!” I exclaimed. “But I'm not and do you know why?”

I nodded so he could continue. Deep inside, my heart knew why, but it wanted to hear it from his lips. Even if the other side thought otherwise, how could such an incredible man love a woman like me.

“Because I've always loved you and even now you drive me crazy, and have since we were little. Every time my parents and I came to your house, I had…No I needed to see you.”

I couldn't help but blush at his statement, it was as if I were dreaming at that moment. I lowered my head with a smile on my lips as I realized it was real after all. “Tell me why you left with Ryan?” He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger to force me to look at him.

“I left with him because I thought you'd never want me.” “That I'd ever want you?” Davis questioned.

The more we talked, the closer our bodies got, until our knees were pressed together. This sudden closeness gave me butterflies in my stomach and then his gaze on me drove me crazy. How had I not noticed all this before?

“I was madly in love with you and I still am. But I want to know one thing, do you have or still have feelings for me?”

I saw in his eyes that he was looking for an answer, an affirmation. So all I could do was offer him a tear-filled smile. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and brought his face close to mine, until our foreheads touched.

“I'm still in love with you, Davis, but I was too afraid you'd reject me.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He put his hand behind my neck and tried to pull me closer as if he still had distance.

“I could blow up the world for you, (Y/N). Oh lord, you know how much I love destroying things, but not you, you're far too precious to me.” We couldn't help but laugh at this simple sentence, admittedly cute, but a little psycho.

Standing next to him, I take in his features. His storm-blue eyes, his thin, pink mouth, his muscles trapped in his plain shirt and freckles dotting his face and little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He had become even more handsome.

“You know, I like it when you look at me like that.” He smiled wryly. “But stop!” I could bet that by this time, I'd gone all red.

I put my head in his warm chest and hugged him tightly. Meanwhile, he started laughing out loud and I felt his hand move up from my neck to my head to caress it. He always knew it calmed me. “I've always loved your laugh.” “I know.”

“That's a pretty pretentious thing to say, you know?” I laughed “I'm only pretentious with you.” “But seriously, what do we do now?” I murmured, intrigued. “We could start by taking our time and then see?” “You're probably right, only time can help us.” “When you have doubts, (Y/N) come to me, okay? I don't want to lose you again.” I nodded to let him know I agreed. “I'll also come and see you if I'm not well or have doubts too.”

He took me in his arms and tightened his hold on me, as if afraid of losing me again. Before I knew it, he lifted me onto his lap and caressed my back with his two large hands.

I felt something thick and hard against my crotch and knew I was close to his cock. I never imagined it would be big and hot. I know he told me to take our time, but after three years of not seeing each other I couldn't resist another minute.

I began to discreetly rub my clothed clitoris against him. This new sensation was driving me crazy and I wanted more. I felt his hands squeeze my buttocks and push me even closer to his erection.

“Please, (Y/n) don't stop.” He moaned

He kept asking me not to stop and that's what I did, I didn't stop. I rubbed myself even harder. His grunts and groans became very loud. He couldn't stop making these obscene noises, worthy of a porn movie. The fact that it was him having this effect made me even more excited.

He suddenly took my head in his hands and kissed me with such force. It was as if something had awakened. The grip of his hands was harder but softer at the same time. After open-mouthed kisses, we pulled back to breathe. Her eyes had become darker and more intense. I'd never seen that kind of look coming from him.

“Fu-Fuuuuuck, I knew you were meant for me, darling.” My hands survey his body, touching his pecs and bulging abs, until they reach his big erection. I cup it and start making circular motions around his cock. “FUCK! If you don't stop now, I'm going to cum in my pants.” “Oh yeah?” I smiled wryly. “Please, baby go slow, you're making me super sensitive.” “Don't worry, honey, we've got plenty of time.”

I placed my lips on her neck and began to suck the soft one below her ear. I could feel shivers run through his body, smiled in victory and continued with more determination. He started moaning and grunting again, but it was more desperate envy.

“Shall we continue into the bedroom?” “I'll follow you.”

I never thought my best friend would become my boyfriend…

[thelifeinmyshadesofgrey]

I was tagged by @woofety (Thanks Chiara!!! It's been ages since I did a tag game ❤)

Tag someone you want to know AND/OR some of your besties.

Favourite colour: Any and all shades of purple! Chiara fyi, the wall of your room looks exactly like mine haha! 🤣 I'm insufferable when it comes to this colour, for real.

Last song: I don't care - Survive Said The Prophet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Msw1dLzG7Mk

Last movie: The Electrical Life of Louis Wain. It was on the tv while I was doing my chores, so I just kept it playing in the background (I wasn't really paying attention at first, but I did eventually sat down to watch it towards the end lol). It was nice I guess? Cute and quirky but a bit sad too.

Currently watching: If you count anime, then I'm watching Jujutsu Kaisen and waiting for the next Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War arc 🥰

Other stuff I watched this year: I'm going to be boring here and say that I haven't watched a lot of stuff this year, but there's a few that I really love! Bodies, the Netflix series was really good! I'm not usually one for binging a whole show in one day, but with Bodies I can't help but want to know what happens next! I also watched the One Piece live action and loved it! I've never watched the anime before (I think I was just too intimidated by the number of episodes shdsjfdh), but now I'm slowly making my way through the anime as well hehe

Shows I dropped this year/didn’t finish: Can't think of any sorry! Like I said, I don't watch a lot of shows or movies these days 😅

Currently reading: I'm just starting to read the Witcher books! Currently about halfway through The Last Wish, and listening to the audiobook while reading. The narration by Peter Kenny is really good, and I've come to love his Geralt voice!

Currently listening to: Well it changes everyday, but I always go back to Survive Said The Prophet or Ad Infinitum after a while 🥲

Currently working on: I'm not actually working on anything atm, but I've been thinking of painting again! I got this colouring book for my birthday last year that I think can handle watercolours (the paper is quite thick so it should be ok?). I've only done one page so far!

(this was done using watercolour pencils instead of actual watercolours, but it held up alright!)

Current obsession: I think it's obvious from my blog that it's Baldur's Gate 3 🥲❤

I'm tagging @acromandus (no pressure to do this Kat!)

[sankttealeaf]

take a chance, roll the dice

read on ao3 here ; originally posted in july '22

fandom ; stranger things

characters ; steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, dustin henderson

summary ; With scheduling conflicts causing a brief hiatus in the Hellfire Club's usual campaign, Eddie and Dustin search for others to play D&D with. Robin and Steve are the unfortunate souls they are dragging to a game.

8.3k words / the gang play d&d

"Come on, one game, if you aren't into it, I'll stop bugging you." 

Eddie had been asking Robin and Steve to join one of Hellfire's games for weeks now, and the two had refused to accept his invitation. He had even brought in back up - Dustin. Getting the kid to follow Steve around (not like that was hard) and try and convince him that he would enjoy it. No matter how hard they tried, the two always said no. Still, he wasn’t backing down, determined to convince the duo that they would actually enjoy it if they sat down to play.

"No offence, Eddie, but I just don't see the fun in sitting in a dimly lit room, rolling dice and doing math," Robin said, shaking her head as she picked up a stack of VHS' to put back. He had approached them in their most vulnerable place - work, and had told himself he wasn't going to leave until they said yes.

"It builds atmosphere, Buckley! Which, you wouldn't understand until you play it!" Eddie exclaimed with a wide grin. Robin looked at him, and sighed, walking out from behind the counter. 

"You're really not taking no for an answer, huh?" She walked past him, knowing full well he was going to tail her. How she wished Steve would come out from the back so Eddie could bug him. That was probably the reason he had gone into the back, now that she thought about it. The little shit…

"With the other club members' schedules not lining up, and finding it increasingly difficult to get sub-ins, I think life would be a lot easier if I drag you two into the pits of the nine hells with me," Eddie explained, picking up each VHS Robin put away to examine it, before placing it back. 

"What if I'm suddenly busy every single evening from now until, I don't know, next decade?" Robin turned the corner, looking for the right section for this tape.

"Are you?" Eddie raised an eyebrow as she stopped walking. She looked down at the VHS she was holding, before shoving it towards him.

"Go put this in the romance section, Munson." She turned on her heel, heading back to the counter as Eddie stood there, holding a copy of The Jewel of the Nile . He took a moment to glance around, noticing that he, currently, was not in the romance section. He also didn't work here, which Robin didn't seem to care about. 

"Hey, I'm not getting paid for this!" He called out, waving the VHS up in the air to grab her attention. She was back at the counter now, and cupped her ear, miming to him that she couldn't hear him. The bell above the door rang, and she was now preoccupied with helping out a customer. Eddie sighed, taking a step back to see if the romance section was in his eyeline. It wasn't, he was in the horror section that seemed to go on for rows and rows. Rom-coms were basically horrors, right? He shoved the case next to Fright Night and walked back to the counter.

Robin thanked whatever was out there watching over her that she had to do her job and help these people find an oddly specific movie, because now Eddie couldn't bug her about D&D, at least for the next few minutes. She decided to take her time, making small comments about how the computer system is being slow today to buy herself more time. Plan B was to hide in the back with Steve.

The screen flashed, showing no results for the movie the lady was after. With a smile, she offered to see if it was in the back, though there was a slim chance it would be, to which the lady shook her head and said it was okay, and that she will browse for something else instead. The counter was now empty. Eddie began to walk back over. Robin pointed at him with a frown, shaking her head. He raised his hands in mock defence, before shoving them into his jacket pocket, still walking to the counter.

"Alright, I'll drop it for today. But if Harrington comes out-"

"Go nuts, my guy. In fact, why don't I go get him, huh? If I'm remembering correctly I think he did tell me in full confidence that he really wants to give this D&D thing a go!" She said, grinning widely, which caused Eddie's mood to shift to one of excitement.

"I don't care if you're lying, go get him and I promise you I will convince him."

Robin smiled. "Great. And you'll stop bugging me?"

"You two are a package deal, Buckley. If he plays, you play."

Her face dropped, and she gave him a look. There was a moment where she began to say something, but shook her head, walking back out from behind the counter and heading towards the employee's only door. 

The 'back' was small, consisting of a little break room and a storage cupboard that had some boxes that needed to be unpacked and shelved up. Steve was sitting on one of the dingy couches, a PB&J in hand, deep in thought. He didn't even look up when Robin opened the door, instead he gestured at her with his sandwich.

"Do you think Katie Smith still lives around here? And would she like… apple picking…?" He asked, frowning as he began to think through this pretend date scenario in his mind.

"What?" Robin stood there, closing the door with her foot as she waved a hand in front of Steve's face. "Are you high or something?"

Steve blinked, now back in the moment as he looked up at Robin, then to his sandwich and took a bite from it. "I was just thinking-" he paused to chew, "my date with Tara Fields went so badly I need a plan B, so I was thinking-"

"You're on Plan W by now," Robin interrupted.

"Plan B. " Steve finished eating and took another bite. "So, I was thinking I should see if Katie was around to hang out. I had forgotten all about her until just now."

"And you think 'apple picking' is an ideal date?" She raised an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips like a disapproving parent.

"I don't see you coming up with better date ideas," he replied, shoving the last of his sandwich in his mouth. He brushed off any crumbs from his lap, and pushed himself up from the couch. 

"Well, you may be super busy for the foreseeable future, so cancel those plans with Katie Smith!" Robin said, as Steve gave her a look of confusion. "Eddie is here. I told him you were interested in playing D&D with him. I've had my daily dose of Eddie, and now-" She walked behind him, gently pushing him towards the door. "Now it's your turn! I'm going to sit in here, with the lights off. Don't talk to me until he is gone, thank you!"

Steve was pushed out from the back room, and took a moment to process what had just happened. He heard the sound of the door locking from the inside and wondered if they had always had a lock, before he heard his name being called out. 

"Harrington!" Eddie Munson stood leaning against the counter, waving at him. Steve sighed softly, mentally preparing himself, and began to walk over, lifting up the side of the counter to stand in the middle.

"Hey, Eddie. You want a movie or something?" Steve asked, glancing around to take count of who else was in here. 

Eddie shook his head, and rummaged around in his jacket pocket for a moment. He held up a finger, and Steve looked at him curiously. With a flourish, Eddie pulled out a single, red D20 die, gently placing it on the counter. Steve looked between the two.

"You, me, Buckley, Henderson, D&D?" He said, gesturing between the die and his friend. "Robin said you were super into the idea, though she was most likely lying."

Steve sighed, picking up the die cautiously and rotating it in his hand. "Hate to break it to you, Munson, but Dustin already tells me everything about your game. I know what happens, it's not gonna be fun if I know how it ends." He shrugged.

Eddie faked being hurt, and shook his head. "Do you take me as a fool, Harrington? No, no, no , my dear friend. D&D is a forever changing game - no two campaigns are the same. I will make a new story for you all to help tell, something that you have never seen before!"

"So… it's not like a pre-built story?" Steve asked, pulling at the string of curiosity he had about this game. Dustin never stopped going on about Eddie's games, would it really be so bad to try it out?

"I mean, it can be. I usually add my own flair to it, to keep everyone on their toes, but if you want to run through a pre-built game, I can do that." Eddie watched as Steve studied the die, finding it amusing when he started to count the numbered sides. 

He nodded, lost in thought for a moment. Eddie could hear the cogs whirring inside Steve's head, and he leaned in closer, waiting for him to agree. Steve placed the die down.

"I think I'm busy for the next few years," he said, watching Eddie's smile fall and he placed his head against the counter top.

"Robin said the exact same thing. You both are conspiring against me," he mumbled, feeling Steve pat the back of his head.

"Yeah, yeah, we are. Are you done? Can I get back to work now?" 

Eddie stood back upright, frowning as he grabbed the die. "You weren't working before." He pointed at his chest. "You have some jelly on your shirt." Shoving the die in his pocket, he gave Steve a mock salute. "I'll leave you to it, I guess! Don't come crying to me when you're bored out of your mind this evening!" He turned on his heel, heading out of the store. 

Steve took a deep breath, dragging a hand down his face. Sometimes, Eddie felt worse than Dustin to be around, especially when it came to D&D. Maybe it would just be easier to give in, play a game and then Eddie would stop bugging them. 

Outside, down the street, sitting on a bench, was Dustin. He had planned with Eddie the exact things to say and do to get Steve and Robin to play D&D with them, and was now anxiously waiting for the results of it. With each minute that passed, he checked his watch, wondering what was taking Eddie so long. The plan was flawless, they should've agreed by now. Should he go in? No, that would ruin it… He gave Eddie a time limit of half an hour. If there was no sign of him, then he would go himself.

Dustin watched as the seconds ticked by, coming up to the twenty minute mark. He looked down the street, and stood up in excitement when he saw Eddie walking towards him. He rushed to meet him halfway.

"How did it go? Did they say yes? Please tell me that they said yes?" Dustin fell into step next to Eddie, who shook his head, deep in thought. 

"Two no's, yet again." 

"Motherfuckers! I know they'll love it, what else can we do to convince them?" Dustin asked, thinking through all possible things they could say. 

The two arrived back at the bench Dustin had been sitting on moments before, and they both sat down with a sigh. Eddie leaned his head in his hands, tapping his fingers against his skull to try and think of something. 

"Have you told them it'll just be us four?" Dustin asked, getting a thumbs up from Eddie. "Snacks are provided?" Another thumbs up. "Goddamnit. There goes all my ideas."

Eddie sat upright, tapping his hands against his knees now. Was this it? An indefinite hiatus of the Hellfire Club? With everyone being busy doing separate things, it seemed like the future of the club was up in the air, spinning for a moment before crashing down in a fiery pit of flames. All of Eddie's hard work, burning in front of him. 

"If Will was here, he'd be down to play," Dustin said defeatedly, wishing he could ride down to the Byers' old house, knock for Will and tell him about how cool Eddie was and how they needed someone else to play D&D with. 

"Will's the one in California, right? Will the Wise?" Eddie asked, and Dustin nodded.

"Yeah, he loves D&D. You two gotta meet one day. He'll probably stay awake for a week straight if it means he could play." 

The sessions Eddie usually ran never lasted more than a few hours, just because they had to be out of the school by eight, but the thought of a week-long game made him go insane. Think of how much story could be told! How many monsters could be slain, how much loot and XP they could get! If only they had players free…

An idea struck. 

Eddie grabbed Dustin's shoulder, the pieces of the idea forming in his mind. "Dustin. Dustin. I got it."

"Yeah?? What is it! What is the plan!" He turned to face Eddie, who had leaned in, lowering his voice.

"What did the party do to get some of the cultists away from the room you needed to get into last session?" Eddie asked, smiling widely.

When the idea hit Dustin as well, he smiled back. "We lured them away." He jumped up, the same idea clicking in his mind. "We lure them into playing! That's gotta work!"

Eddie stood up too, patting Dustin's shoulders. He told him to stay put, before walking back to Family Video. A plan had been formed, and he knew exactly how to execute it. 

The bell on the door signalled a customer walking in, and Robin turned away from the computer to see who it was. She was not expecting to see Eddie again, and was ready to greet him, until he turned away into the rows of VHS'. Confused, she moved to hit Steve on the arm, pointing Eddie out to him.

"He's looking for a movie? So what?" Steve asked in a hushed voice, as they both watched their friend browse through the horror section.

"Why would he come back? Especially after we both said no to his game?" 

Steve gestured around them. "To get a movie? Seriously, Robin, you're looking too deep into this." There was a call for help, and Steve was quick to leave the counter to assist the person who needed help, leaving Robin alone, watching Eddie curiously.

Eddie knew exactly what movie he was looking for, and it didn't take him long to find the out of place rom-com in the horror section. He picked up the movie next to it, Fright Night , and made his way towards the counter, smiling at Robin. 

"Hey, I just wanted to come back and say sorry for putting pressure on you and Steve to play my little game." He placed the box on the counter, sliding it over to Robin to scan. "And I was wondering if you both were free tonight, we could watch a movie, maybe?"

Robin picked up the box, looking over to where Steve was currently trying to recommend a good family-friendly movie for someone to watch, and nodded. "Sure, sounds good. Normal movie night time?" She scanned the back of the box, typing up on the computer that it was currently rented out to Eddie for three days. 

"Normal movie night time. Make sure you let Harrington know," he said with a grin, taking the VHS from Robin when she passed it back to him. "See you at 7!" 

Hearing his name, Steve looked over at Eddie and gave him a slight wave, and Eddie waved back, before turning and leaving. The customer was pretty happy with their movie choice, so Steve walked with them to the counter to get them all ready to leave. As he scanned and registered the person to the VHS, Robin let him know that they were having a movie night at Eddie's. He nodded, thinking nothing of it.

7PM rolled around pretty quickly, and Eddie had made his best attempts at cleaning the trailer and setting it up for a D&D game, with Dustin's help. His DM screen was nicely stood up, hiding all of his important notes regarding plot, monsters and other things he may need to keep secret. Dustin had been running through a new character idea, a human paladin, who had been trained to fight evil in the name of good, but actually had other feelings towards his mission. It was something he had been working on for a while, and as the two waited for Steve and Robin to show up, they fleshed out this character some more until it was almost playable. Dustin decided to test it out in tonight's game, just to see what it was like, and Eddie had no issues with that at all. He had made some premade characters for Robin and Steve to choose from, because he knew how long character creation could take, especially with new players. 

Eddie had stocked up on snacks and drinks, too, and was in the process of grabbing a Coke for Dustin when there was a knock at the door. With the bottle in hand, Eddie went and answered it, grinning widely when he saw his two friends standing there, both with other various snacks in hand.

"Sorry we're late, someone decided to speed," Robin said, glaring at Steve as she walked inside, kicking off her shoes and removing her jacket. 

"I wasn't speeding, that officer clearly had it out for me." Steve shook his head, following Robin inside, who had now stopped and was pointing at Dustin.

"What happened to ' movie night will never involve babysitting' huh?" She asked, taking note of the set up she had seen once before when she accompanied Steve to pick everyone up from Hellfire one night. She turned, just to see Eddie close the door and lock it, a smile on his face.

"Look, all we ask is for one game! It may not even take that long, and Henderson can then go home and we can watch the movie, okay?" Eddie said, patting them both on the shoulder as he sat down opposite Dustin, gesturing for the others to sit as well.

Steve looked at Dustin in shock. "You're involved in this too? I can't believe this betrayal. No more free rides for a month, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear." Dustin gave him a salute. "But you did promise to my mom to drive me home when I'm out late with you."

"No, you're walking home tonight." Steve moved to sit by Dustin, admitting defeat. A game couldn’t take that long, right? Though, the amount of paper scattered on the table and - were those miniature figurines? The sight didn't ease Steve’s hesitations about the game.

Robin was still standing there, a bag of popcorn in one hand as she looked at Steve. "Are you just ignoring the part where we're being forced to play this game, Steve?"

"Sit down, Robin. It'll be over quicker if we just comply," Steve said, opening his backpack to take out the various snacks he had brought with him. Dustin immediately grabbed a box of cheese flavoured crackers from his hands, opening them up and keeping them by his side.

"If you are finding that you aren't enjoying yourself during the game, just say the word and we'll stop, I promise you," Eddie said, placing a hand over his heart. "However, you aren't going to know until you try it out."

Robin stood there for a few more moments, all eyes on her, before sighing and taking a seat next to Steve. "Fine. But I want to play a hot elf."

Eddie grinned, shuffling through his various sheets of paper he had behind his screen. "Lucky for you, Buckley, I have just the kind of character you're looking for." He pulled out the premade characters, handing Robin the one that was filled out for an elf thief. She took it and looked over it, immediately getting confused at what was going on.

"Got anything good for me? Like, uh… a fighter? Or a wizard with a pointy hat?" Steve asked, watching Eddie go through the sheets he had.

"Well, Dustin is trying out a paladin, if you wanted to go down a similar route to him…" He pulled out three sheets. "Or if you want someone who is in tune with nature, a ranger could be a good start. Or maybe you really want to be a wizard in a pointy hat, I have one prepared for you."

“Like a park ranger?” Steve asked, getting nudged at his side by Dustin, who shook his head.

Through a mouthful of crackers, he spoke, “like a nature fighter. You are like, really in tune with nature and can hide in the bushes and stuff.”

Steve thought for a moment, peering over Robin’s shoulder to get an idea of what the character sheets looked like. For a game that was apparently full of devil worshipping and ritual sacrifices, there were a lot of numbers involved. “What’s the easiest one to start with?”

“Probably the ranger?” Dustin looked over at Eddie for confirmation, who nodded. “But if you wanna do spells and shit, a wizard is your best bet. Or you can be a cleric, I think we could use some proper healing, but don’t let that stop you from choosing a class.”

“Do I get to choose who I heal?” Steve asked, watching as Eddie handed him three different character sheets, one of a ranger, a cleric and a wizard. The sheets meant nothing to him at the moment, it all blurred into one clump of numbers and letters.

“Yeah, you can choose,” Eddie replied, and Steve handed back two sheets, and kept the cleric sheet. “You’re going for the cleric, then?” He looked at the sheets, putting them back into the binder with the rest of the premade characters he had.

“Just so when Dustin is dying I can hold back any healing from him.” He gave a grin to Dustin, who threw a handful of crackers towards Steve, a fake hurt look on his face. “Hey man, it’s your own fault, you’re an accomplice in this-” he gestured around the table, “crime.”

“Dude, not fair.” Dustin pouted. 

During this exchange, Robin had been studying her character sheet, reading through the abilities and actions she could do. Her mind went from trying to learn the system (without really knowing what it was she was supposed to do) to figuring out who her character was. They were an elf, and she had decided that they were going to have the most emotionally devastating backstory ever. Why do they use poison arrows? Their parents were killed by poison, of course! Turned to a life of adventure to escape the stress put upon her by society, so she could be free to be whoever she wanted to be… Maybe she was projecting on that part.

Eddie, noticing Robin spacing out, waved a hand in front of her face to make sure she was still on this plane of reality. She blinked, looking at him.

“How much detail do we need for our characters?” She asked, and the sudden look of confusion on Eddie’s face told her that that was not what he was expecting. “Like, obviously we need a backstory, but like, their motivations? Their biggest flaws? What else do you want?”

Eddie was taken back by that. “Woah, well, this is just a one shot game,” he paused, looking at Dustin, “for now . So I don’t think you need to go super in depth for this? Don’t let me stop you, though.”

Robin nodded, picking up a pencil and scribbling something down quickly on a blank sheet of paper. “So I don’t get extra points if I come up with a super interesting backstory for my character?”

“If it wows me, then sure,” Eddie replied. At this point, Steve and Dustin turned to him, hearing the words ‘points’ and ‘winning’. 

“What’s this about extra points?” Steve asked, leaning over Robin’s shoulder to see what she was writing down. She pulled the paper to her chest, hitting him away. “I want extra points.”

“I get extra points for my character backstory,” Robin said smugly, tapping Steve’s nose with the end of her pencil.

“No fair, I want extra points.” Steve grabbed the pencil, holding it above his head so that she couldn’t reach it. Robin nudged his side. Steve yelped in pain, throwing the pencil at her. “I’m going to steal your points. And everything your character owns.”

“Children, please,” Eddie said, cutting Robin off before she could retaliate. “You can all get extra points if you want. I’m going to give you ten minutes, think of a killer backstory, and extra points are up for grabs. They mean absolutely nothing in terms of gameplay, but maybe I’ll let you do something cool with them.”

The duo went quiet, the sound of pencil against paper was the only thing coming from them. Dustin sat there, peering over Steve’s shoulder every now and then to see what he was writing. He gave Eddie a nod of approval, and Eddie gave him a thumbs up. Dustin’s character already had an okay backstory, and if it was for a long term campaign he would’ve joined in on this task to try and win ‘extra points’, but he was happy with what he had given Eddie previously. Anyway, this game was about Steve and Robin, he didn't want to throw his hat into the ring and obliterate them both with his amazing character backstory. 

Ten minute passed, and Steve and Robin hand Eddie over their paper with their backstories written on it. Robin had an intense past, full of scheming, familial death, sabotage, the classic things you would find in a rogue-type character. It was brilliant, and slightly terrifying. Steve had a simple past, a holy man, had friends, a pet dog, nothing as intense as his friend. They were both equally as good, especially for first timers. Eddie gave them both a nod. 

“They’re great,” he said, getting two smiles back from them both. “You both get points, they’re both good in their own ways to choose.”

“We’ll take that,” the duo said, taking back their papers. 

The group settled, as it was now time for the game to begin. Eddie had sat upright, giving Dustin a knowing nod as he cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention. With a flourish of his hands, Eddie began to set the scene of the game. The party had been tasked to investigate a sudden rise in cult-like groups, figure out who they were praising and, if possible, eradicate any threat. A simple enough task, really. 

The trio were hooked on every word, describing the land they were currently walking through, the weather, the time of day, how far they had been travelling already. It was hypnotising, almost, and when Eddie pointed at Dustin to describe what his character looked like, it took him a moment to get back into the zone. 

“Oh, yeah, uh, right.” He cleared his throat. “So, my character, Sir Harry Tonne, is a human man, great hair, tall, a lady’s man even though we all know how pathetic his attempts at picking up girls is.” He paused to see everyone’s reactions - Robin and Eddie had caught on, and Steve was sitting there, waiting for Dustin to finish. “He’s got armour on, a greatsword, a shield. The usual stuff. Yeah, that’s me.”

“Wonderful. Harrington, your turn. Who are you?” Eddie asked, leaning his head on his hands.

“Okay- wait, hold on, Henderson, are you playing as me ??” Steve asked, causing the group to laugh, Dustin nodding with a wide grin. “Motherfucker. You’re dead, like, so dead now, you know that?”

“Try and kill me. I have an AC of 18, you can’t hit me.” Dustin tapped his character sheet. “Who are you playing then, Steve?”

“My name is Joe. Uh, Joe Quinn… I’m a-” He picked up his sheet, scanning the page to find out what he was again. “Ah, a half-elf cleric. Yeah.”

There was a silence, as the group expected Steve to keep talking. When he didn't, Eddie nodded, and with a clap of his hands, pointed to Robin. “Great job, Steve. Robin. What do you have?”

“Right, okay.” She reread through her backstory, nodding as it stuck in her mind. “My name is Stephanie Rington, I’m an elf thief, and I also have great hair. I am also a lady’s… woman… so I think she and Sir Harry Tonne are going to get on well.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Robin?” Steve looked at her, utterly disappointed. He knew Dustin would do something like this, but Robin as well? This was uncalled for. Robin laughed, leaning over Steve to give Dustin a high five. They hadn’t planned it, but when Robin heard Sir Harry Tonne, she knew what had to be done. 

The group settled down, as Eddie began to describe what they were up to - currently on the path of tracking down a group that they knew worked from a nearby city. He described rolling hills, thick forests, a warm summer’s day with a cool breeze passing by every now and then. It felt familiar, the heat of summer was still around them as they played, all windows opened in Eddie’s trailer to try and cool them all off. With the first rolls of the dice heard, the game was well underway, and so far, Steve and Robin seemed to be enjoying it.

When the clock reached 9PM, the group were still playing, more relaxed now as everyone got a grasp on the rules and how the game works. Eddie’s words were still keeping everyone in the zone, like a siren luring its victims into the ocean, the group were hanging on every last word he spoke, which wasn’t unusual for an Eddie-ran game. He had a way with words to bring worlds alive, a talent Dustin had spoken to Steve about a lot. Steve finally understood what Dustin meant.

"... You reach the river you need to cross in order to reach the city of Aravich. It's fast moving, the water rushing and crashing in front of you. In the distance, you see the tall, imposing buildings of the city line the horizon. There's a bridge on your path, it seems stable, and wide enough for you all to walk across it as a group. The sun is starting to dip, you have a few hours of light left. What are you doing?" Eddie leaned back in his chair, waiting as the group started to converse.

"There's gotta be something coming if he's mentioning the bridge," Robin said, flicking back through her messy notes she had taken throughout the game. Her notes started with NPC names, locations they needed to visit, and ended up a cluttered mess of all her character’s internal thoughts. Eddie, although he had yet to read them, was impressed.

"It's just a bridge, I'm sure it's fine to cross?" Steve turned to Eddie. "Does the bridge look damaged? Can we cross it?"

"Roll a perception check." 

Steve picked up the die, dropping it as it landed on the table, rolling for a moment before stopping on a 16. "I add the… ah, yeah, 17 total."

"17… Nice. Have you rolled below a 10 this game yet, Harrington?" Eddie raised an eyebrow as Steve shrugged. "Anyway. You take a few steps closer to the bridge, and from this distance, it looks pretty stable."

"I don't trust it." Robin held her head in her hands. "It could be trapped, something could be waiting to grab us, anything could happen."

"Or, it's a normal bridge and we're overthinking this." Steve looked over at Dustin, who was one die away from completing a dice tower. "What do you think?"

Dustin held his hands up, moving the D4 between his fingers as he carefully placed it on top of the tower. "I'm just tagging along, you two are the one in charge. However, I agree with Robin, something feels off."

"You know, I read somewhere that it's always the normal looking bridges that are more prone to collapsing or breaking apart as you move over it," Robin said quickly, causing Steve to laugh.

"Maybe in real life, this isn't real." He paused for a moment. "Fuck it, I'm walking across the bridge."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk appearing across his face. "You sure?" 

Dustin shook his head, pointing at Eddie's face. "Don't do it, Steve! He's conspiring! That's the face he pulls!" The sudden movement knocked over his dice tower, and he frowned in annoyance at the scattered dice on the table.

"Yeah, it's just a bridge. I'm walking over the bridge." Steve watched Eddie nod, ignoring the exclaims of protest from Dustin, telling him that it’s so obviously a trap and that they’re all going to die now.

Eddie took a second to pull out another sheet of paper, reading through it quickly to refresh his memory. "You start to walk across the bridge, one foot after the other." He moved his hands in a similar walking motion. "And you walk. And walk. You get halfway across the bridge, when suddenly-" He mimics the sound of wood splintering, cracking under the weight. "You feel the wood start to break under you quite quickly, and you instinctively go to move away. But something's grabbing your leg, Steve. You look- it's a long, spindly hand, coming from between the gaps in the wood. I need a strength saving throw from you, to see if you can escape this creature's grasp.."

Dustin and Robin had their hands on their heads at this point, muttering to each other about how this was a mistake, how Steve's character was going to fall into the river and maybe drown. Their talking stopped as Steve dropped the die, and all four of them watched it roll, teetering between two numbers, before finally settling on…

"I got an 11."

Eddie hummed in thought, nodding. "It takes you a little while, you're kicking and yelling to try and get this creature's hand off of you, but it's not budging." He pointed to Dustin and Robin. "What are you both up to?"

"Fuck. Uh, shit, okay, I'm gonna run over," Robin said, shifting in her seat to almost be crouching on the chair. "Gonna run over to try and help Steve out."

There was a clattering of dice from behind the screen, and Eddie grinned. "Alright. You run, making your way onto the bridge, when suddenly, the wood breaks again, another hand reaching out to grab your leg. Strength saving throw from you, please."

Robin panicked for a second, fearing she may have misplaced her dice set. She lifted up sheets of paper, looked around on the floor and couldn't immediately see them. But she did see Steve's dice, and grabbed the D20 and rolled it. It bounced, before settling on-

"A 20! I got a 20!" She exclaimed, hitting the table in excitement and pointing at the die. Eddie peered over his screen to double check and nodded, giving Robin a thumbs up.

"You're skilled at moving quickly, and move quickly you do. You feel this creature grab onto your leg but you kick it away, not even hesitating, and you hear a splash in the water as whatever it was retreats back down. You're now at Steve's side. How are you helping him?" Eddie said, taking a moment to roll another die. A 15. Not bad. He'll have to throw something at Dustin now, thanks to that roll.

"Uh… Ah… Wait… Can I like… kick the creature's arm? Or- wait no! I want to stab it with my dagger!" Robin stabbed the air, looking at Eddie to see if he approved of her action.

"Roll an attack, then."

Another roll, and it landed on a 7. Robin looked at Eddie sheepishly, apologising for being unable to help him. Eddie began to explain the consequences to that roll, and asked them all to roll initiative, as creatures began to climb up on the bridge from under the water. 

A short combat round happened, Eddie and Dustin guiding the two newcomers throughout it, explaining the rules and how combat works. They picked it up pretty quickly, and it was over after three rounds. The party carried on across the bridge, entering the city in search for these cultists.

It was getting late, around 11PM at this point, and the game was still going. Various empty wrappers and boxes of snacks were pushed to the side of the table to make room for a giant, gridded map. Placed on top were three miniatures, each representing one of the trio's characters, as well as an assortment of other minis that were the enemies, a group of cultists they had tracked down. The group were currently in the middle of a tense combat round. Steve and Dustin were discussing ways to optimise damage against the enemies, while Robin was trying to work out what would be the best thing to do for her turn. She was currently surrounded, no matter where she moved the cultists would all get an attack of opportunity on her, and she wasn't sure if she could survive three different attacks at once. 

"I have one attack, right?" She asked, looking at Eddie for clarification.

"Yes, unless you're duel-wielding, then you can use a bonus action to make an attack with your off-hand." He assessed the situation Stephanie Rington was in, trying to give her some advice for what would be best.

"And if I move… these guys will all attack me?" She gestured to the cultists.

"Potentially…" Eddie frowned in thought. "Hold on, you're a thief, right? You can disengage as a bonus action. If you do that, it doesn't provoke opportunity attacks and you'll be safe."

"Wait, for real??" She double checked her character sheet, as Eddie pulled out the rulebook to just make sure he was correct.

Eddie nodded, tapping the page he was reading and leaned over to show Robin the rules. "Right here! My suggestion is to attack one of them, and then disengage and move away.” He closed the book up, placing it by his side as Robin nodded, pointing out the one she wanted to attack and rolling to hit. Her attack landed, dealt some pretty decent damage to one of the cultists and she moved 30ft away, closer to Sir Harry Tonne.

Cultists also surrounded Joe Quinn, and Eddie smiled, announcing it was now their turn. A few spells were cast, a few hits were made, and on the last cultist’s turn, he turned to attack Joe Quinn. Dustin leaned over Steve’s shoulder, noticing he only had a handful of HP left. He crossed his fingers and hoped Eddie missed.

“Yikes, uh, that’s a natural 20,” Eddie said, and Dustin sank in his seat.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean again?”

“It means-” Eddie paused to take out some more dice, letting them fall from his hands. “Double the damage. Pretty gnarly if you’re low on health, but fine if you are. That’s 20 points of damage.”

“Okay, okay, I’m at minus fifteen? How does minus numbers work- wait, am I dead?” Steve erased the 5HP from his sheet, and listened as Eddie gasped in shock, horror and slight excitement at the idea of killing a player.

“Oh, you aren’t dead yet. This is the fun part - death saving throws. Your next turn, you roll a D20. If it’s ten or above, you pass one save, if it’s nine or below, you fail. You have to get three of either to live or die. We’ll get to crits if and when they happen,” Eddie explained, as Steve nodded, watching as Eddie leaned over his screen to move Joe Quinn’s mini to its side, originally that it was knocked unconscious. He pointed to Dustin, letting him know it was his turn.

Dustin took a moment to think. He had spell slots left, and could quite easily go and heal Steve, but he remembered Eddie saying some of the cultists looked low on health, and with Steve’s track record of not rolling below a ten, he decided to risk it. He attacked the cultists. 

Another round went by, and Joe Quinn ended up taking fallout damage from an exploding Ice Knife, causing one failed death save already. Robin said she had no way of healing, as Stephanie Rington had already consumed her healing potion earlier on in the fight. It rolled back to Steve’s turn, and Eddie took a deep breath.

"Make a death saving throw, please."

Steve dropped his die again, the trio leaning over him and watching as it rolled, and rolled, and landed. Dustin gasped in shock, making eye contact with Robin, who looked confused.

"I got a 1?" Steve looked at Eddie.

"Oh, how the mighty fall, Harrington…" Eddie shook his head, hand over his heart. “A natural one counts as two failed saves.”

Robin gasped, shaking her head. “No. That’s not a real rule, you just made that up.”

“It’s a real rule. Crit failures, you lose two saves. Crit successes, you are back up on 1HP,” Dustin told her, as she sank in her seat, looking from Eddie to Steve.

Eddie gestured to the miniature on the gridded paper laying on its side, the battle on going around it. "You feel life slip away into darkness, Steve. The cold, inviting arms of death welcoming you, as you are slowly dying." He paused for dramatic effect, taking in the scene. Steve was on the edge of his seat, Robin was tearing up and Dustin was in a state of shock.

"There's a moment where you see memories flash before you, good memories, bad ones, neutral ones. You watch your life go by you in seconds, yet it feels like years. You're ready to go, when you hear a voice echoing around you."

Dustin's eyes widened. Robin bit at her pencil, giving Dustin a confused look.

Eddie's voice went lower, a more gutteral sound coming out from him. "I can help you get back."

Steve blinked. "Wait, who is this?" Eddie shrugged. "I call out - who are you?"

Eddie leaned in closer to the group. "You hear the voice reply - I am Orcus, Lord of the Undead, the Shadow That Was. I have brought you a deal."

Steve looked at Dustin, who had sunken into his chair, shaking his head. "No, no, no, this is bad," he mumbled, before looking back through his sheet to see if he had anything he could do to help.

"An… offer?" Steve asked, confused. "But I'm dead, right?"

"You feel a warmth spread over you, Steve, and the faint sound of crackling fire. The voice, Orcus, continues - You are not quite dead yet, child. The fate of your soul hangs with me, and how you answer my bargain. I can bring you back, to your friends, or - the sound of the fire stops. Or you can disappear into the aether, forever."

"What do you want?"

"You are a devoted man already. All I ask is that you switch your devotion to me, instead of your pathetic deity. You feel as though you have little time left, 

The group were enchanted by Eddie's performance, as they huddled up for a brief moment to discuss what Orcus could possibly want in return. It was a stressful situation, and Eddie allowed them this moment to think it through. Robin suggested that Orcus could want power.

"Maybe he wants a way into our world? These cultists are trying to summon him, he could piggyback off of Steve to get in?" She explained, and Dustin shook his head.

"He's a demon lord, he already has mega power!" Dustin said, before frowning as he started to think about that theory more. "Unless he is trying to get into our world through Steve."

"Right? It makes sense! Make a bargain with the guy who's dying, he's going to be desperate!" Robin and Dustin looked at Steve, who frowned.

"Hey, I'm not desperate. I have zero emotional attachment to this guy." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Bullshit! I heard you sniffle back a tear when you fell unconscious!" Dustin poked at his cheek, causing Steve to swat his hand away defensively.

Eddie spoke up before the two had time to argue. "I hate to break up your little meeting, but time is ticking." He leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. "Are you agreeing to Orcus' deal?"

Silence fell over the group, all eyes were on Steve. He was deep in thought, eyes focused on his toppled mini. There were pros and cons to this deal, he knew that. On the one hand, his character would be safe and back alive again, there was a fight still going on, and he was almost certain Robin and Dustin were looking pretty hurt as well. On the other hand… he had no idea what Orcus would do. Dustin was shaking his head, staying quiet but letting Steve know that he shouldn’t agree. He looked at Robin, who gave him a slight shrug, biting on her pencil nervously.

“I’m going to agree to the deal,” Steve said after a few more moments of silence. 

Eddie gave a nod. “You agree to the deal, Joe Quinn, and suddenly - your eyes flash open, and you’re laying on the cold stone floor, the sound of fighting around you. You are alive, on 1HP.”

Steve’s turn ended, and with a few good attacks from Dustin and Robin, the cultists were dead. Combat was over. The trio took a moment to recompose themselves, which was when Eddie spoke up.

“Stephanie, Harry, you two notice something… odd about Joe. On his forehead, two, small horns begin to protrude from his skin,” Eddie said, using his fingers to show on his own forehead where the horns are growing.

“Joe, dude, you’re turning into a devil or something,” Robin said, poking Steve’s forehead, as if the horns were there.

“Hey, I don’t think that’s a good sign,” Dustin added, giving Eddie a look to try and work out what he was planning.

“Joe, you feel a presence around you. Warm and comforting, like the feeling of sitting by a fire. You aren’t sure what’s to come with your deal with Orcus, and we may never find out.” Eddie looked at his watch. “And I think it’s way past Henderson’s bedtime. We’ll end the session there.”

Immediately, there were yells of protest from the group, their voices overlapping one another as each wanted to know more, like if there were any other cultists? If so, were they linked with Orcus? What’s going to happen to Joe Quinn? Pleads for them to keep going for another hour made Eddie laugh. He held his hands up to silence the group.

“Hey, D&D is super lame, I’m sure you guys don’t want to play again. I’ve shown you what it’s like, mine and Dustin’s jobs are done here,” he said, a wide smirk on his face.

“He’s gloating - Robs, he’s gloating.” Steve looked at Robin who was shaking her head in disbelief. “He’s way too proud that he got us into this nerd game.”

“I can’t believe it. You know what?” Robin looked back at Steve, and smiled. “We’ll just find another guy to run a game for us, right?”

“Right. Hey, when Will next visits, we’ll ask him! I’m sure he’s great at D&D, Dustin seems to think so.”

“Yeah! We’ll get Will, we don’t need you, Eds, if you aren’t going to give us a satisfying ending.”

Robin and Steve continued their empty threats of finding another D&D game to join, and Eddie just sat there, head in his hands, watching the back and forth. It was amusing. These two went from denying to ever play the game to begging for another hour of it. He made eye contact with Dustin, and smiled. Dustin smacked Steve’s arm, making a comment about how his mom would kill him if he got home after midnight, and was in the process of climbing over him to get ready to leave. 

The group packed everything up, throwing away trash and making sure they had everything with them. Eddie allowed Steve and Robin to keep the sets of dice he had loaned them, and they gladly accepted. Eddie walked out with them to Steve’s car, the cool night breeze a welcome change from the warmth of his trailer.

“You know, with Hellfire being on a small hiatus… I could fit in another game with you nerds,” Eddie said as the group were saying their goodbyes. “I’ll grace you both with my presence tomorrow at work to discuss your schedules.”

“Oh, great, can’t wait,” Steve said, leaning against the driver’s side door. “For the next game. Not you annoying us at work. You may as well apply to work there with the amount of time you spend there.”

“Maybe I will? Then you’ll never get rid of me.” Eddie grinned, as Steve rolled his eyes playfully and got inside his car.

He waved the group off as they left.

The newspaper articles about D&D were right, it was like a cult. But a good cult, obviously. One that did math. Eddie walked back inside, wondering if he could convince Nancy to run an article about how D&D was a good thing to improve math skills.

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Seven Minutes in... Heaven?

Shadow of a Shield one-shot

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Summary:

This is a companion piece one-shot to Shadow of a Sheild. I'm planning on making it a flashback in the main story, but in case it doesn't make the full cut, I didn't want it to never be unread. (It won't be the only one either, I have a few more planned since I can't write in order to save my life.) Set about a year and a half or so before the first chapter of the main story, Jamie is at her ballet program's winter show wrap-up party. Someone suggests a game that puts her and her best friend alone in a closet together. But Anna's in love with Simon and he's in love with her, so Jamie doesn't want to get in the middle, even if her feelings desperately wish otherwise.

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     “Does anyone want to play Spin the Bottle?”

     Jamie looked over from where she was chatting with Simon at the snack table. Ella was holding up an empty root beer bottle, grinning wide as her friends looked embarrassed beside her.

     “Not after last year,” Anna said, snatching the bottle from her hands. “We’re not having another hormonal jealous stand-off.”

     Ella stuck out her tongue. “Killjoy.”

     “What about Seven Minutes of Heaven?” Martin suggested, leaning on the back of the chair he sat backward in. “No one has to kiss and we can add a house rule of backing out when anyone’s uncomfortable, regardless of the seven minutes.”

     Everyone looked at each other, but no one disagreed.

     As names were written on pieces of paper to go into a hat, Jamie leaned closer to Simon and whispered, “What’s this game?”

     He leaned towards her, his warm scent softly washing over her. “It’s kind of like an intimacy game, but with more boundaries. We get picked in pairs to go into a closet or room on our own with a timer set to seven minutes. In most of the versions you see on tv or in movies, the pair kisses or has sex or whatever. But in the way we’re doing it, seems more like just a chance to talk privately or share memes instead of the other intimate stuff.”

     Jamie nodded, fiddling with her drink. That made sense with the backing-out rule. Glancing at her fellow ballet classmates, she really didn’t know a lot of them that well. The idea of staying in a close-quarters room with any of them for one minute, let alone seven, was discomforting.

     The first few pairs went well. Only one couple came back blushing, Andre and Sam, though everyone had been waiting for them to make a move for months.

     As Jamie’s name was drawn, she stiffened, only to relax as Anna’s came out as well. Glancing to the side as she walked over to her best friend, she saw Simon watching them a little… wistfully? Sadly? She couldn’t tell as they walked into the closet and shut the door behind them.

     Anna sat down on the floor, patting the spot in front of her as she set a timer on her phone.

     Sitting across from her friend, Jamie broke the silence first. “So… what do we do now?”

     “We can just talk,” Anna said, resting her elbows on her knees, head propped on her hands. “Like how’s the search for your bio dad going?”

     Jamie made a face, humming. “Slow going. He might have disappeared like everyone else, which doesn’t help much.” She hated lying to her. But it’s not exactly as if she could say, ‘Yeah, my dad is Captain America, but I can’t tell him who I am yet because time travel is weird and he doesn’t know I exist yet.’

     “I wish I could help.”

     She shrugged. “It’s not like I haven’t spent my whole life up till now without him. Not to mention, there are only so many forms I can fill out until I’m eighteen to find him. Liam and Nika have helped as much as they can, but if the documents are sealed, they can’t do it for me. Besides,” Jamie mimicked her friend, leaning on her elbows. “What’s going on with you and Simon? Has he asked you out yet?”

     Anna immediately started blushing, hiding her face in her hands. “No. I don’t know if he even knows I like him yet. And I don’t even know for sure if he likes me.”

     Jamie gave her a flat look. “Right, and I’m a piece of cheese.”

     She snorted, giggling before looking back up at Jamie, leaning her chin in her hands again. “Right, I forget how well you can read scents.”

     “Better than faces.” Then she nudged Anna with her foot. “Now quit changing the subject. If he’s not asking, why don’t you?”

     “I mean, I don’t even know how I would start? All three of us are friends and I don’t want anything to change or leave you behind. Like, I know you have Royce, but still,” Anna held out her hands to Jamie. So Jamie sat up, offering them out as Anna took her hands, gentle though shaky. “You’re my best friend.”

     “Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me change isn’t always a bad thing?” Jamie teased softly, linking her fingers with Anna’s. Her heart clenched the more this went on, but she pushed her own feelings, her own wants, aside. “He loves you and you love him. Someone has to take the leap of faith.”

     Anna made a face, leaning back on her hands, away from Jamie instead of how close they had been. She went quiet for a second, surveying Jamie with a look she couldn’t read and her scent wasn’t helping much either, still just as warm and apprehensive as it had been when she brought up Simon.

     “It’s just…” Anna looked away and Jamie could just see the blush on her face again in the dim light. “I haven’t even kissed anyone. Like, not meaningfully, just the brief stuff from our performances. What if it’s the whole cliche thing after a first date, but I manage to mess it up?”

     “You could kiss me.”

     They both froze. Anna stared at her with that same expression Jamie couldn’t read.

     “I mean, if you want,” Jamie mumbled, looking down, feeling a blush grow across her face and down her arms. “For like, practice or whatever.”

      The silence closed in on her the longer Anna didn’t respond. It felt like hours even if it was barely seconds. Jamie could hear the beat of the music, the chatter of their friends, Simon among them.

     “You, you don’t have to, I just-”

     She was interrupted as Anna pulled her forward, tilting her chin up for their lips to collide, grinding her thoughts to a screeching stop.

     Warm. Soft. So, so, soft…

     Jamie’s eyes fluttered shut as the kiss deepened, Anna’s hand cupping her jaw, pulling her closer. It was so different from Royce’s kisses, always too rough and sloppy. Vastly different from Mariya’s possessive grasp that threatened to swallow her whole.

     Anna’s scent surrounded her, like a hug or a blanket. Her lips tasted like the snacks at the party. Weird, but not unpleasant. Though that could be from the feeling of Anna’s hand on her waist, steadying her as Jamie realized she had been leaning closer, hands shakily clenching her friend’s shirt.

      Eventually, they parted, leaning their foreheads together as their breaths mingled between them. For once, Jamie wished she wasn’t on scent blockers so Anna could know how she felt.

      That thought made her breath catch, which Anna must’ve noticed. Of course, she noticed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Jamie’s ear.

      “You okay?” she whispered, touching her nose against Jamie’s.

      Before she could answer, the phone timer chimed loudly next to them, startling Jamie backward. Clearing her throat, she said, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” Standing, avoiding Anna’s gaze, she feigned brushing something off her pants. “Simon’s gonna be a lucky guy.”

      Then she walked out of the closet, interacting with everyone as if nothing had happened. If anyone noticed anything off, they didn’t say anything to her. As subtly as she could, she texted Liam to come pick her up early.

      Everything blurred by as her thoughts consumed her. Saying goodbye as Liam came in to take her home. The drive back to Brooklyn was a haze, her eyes closed as she leaned back in the passenger seat to ignore the bright lights and sounds of a city that never slept.

      All she could think about is what Royce would do if he found out. Was it cheating? He’d probably see it that way. As much as she knew this relationship was unhealthy, his possessiveness barely masked as protective, it was still familiar. And it’s not like she didn’t deserve it. She needed someone to keep her from forgetting that she was just… her. Not unique. Not special. Just a lost little lonely omega that needed to be kept in line. Even if Liam, Nika, and Wong tried to tell her otherwise. They didn’t get it.

     Once she got home, Jamie rejected having dinner with her guardians, going straight to her room instead. She didn’t miss the worried looks they gave her. Of course, they noticed all her masks and knew she was cycling again. But it was fine. She was fine.

     All of her instincts yanked at her desperately to make a nest of her neat and organized bed. Closing her eyes, she took some deep, shaky breaths and ignored them, sitting at her desk instead.

     Pulling up her laptop Ironlad had modified for security and privacy, she watched the live feed from the bugs she’d placed in her dad’s apartment. It felt vaguely creepy at times to be doing this to one of the few Avengers left, but right now, more than anything, she wished she was there. Steve was in his kitchen, horribly burning something again as music from the… the 20s? 30s? Music Mama used to play when she danced around the kitchen with Jamie.

     She couldn’t go to him. Not yet. Mama was very specific and insistent. ‘Don’t go. Not until he knows who you are. I don’t know why, but I know you’ll figure out the right time, darling.’

     Jamie buried her face in her arms. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

[shoyoist]

request : suna + tsukishima with a reader that feels like they're not enough, and thinks that he could find someone better. added shoyo & akaashi for myself hehe

ぞ | TSUKISHIMA sits at the desk in his room, insistent on completing his work before he moves his attention onto you. you're sitting on his bed, scrolling absently through your phone as you wait for him to finish, more focused on watching him as he bends over his books, frowning at whatever questions he's struggling to answer.

his hair has gotten considerably longer than it was in his first year, blonde bangs straight and smooth as the strands brush over his chocolate eyes. he's grown taller than he already was, too - and now, as the tallest member of his team, he's certainly the one that catches most eyes around the school.

you've heard more than a couple of people gossiping about how he's such a hottie, how they wish he'd date them instead of you — and naturally, it's gotten to you a little. you glance over at your reflection in his mirror, eyeing yourself, and you can't help but have the question slip off your tongue.

"kei," you mumble. "you know, i think you could do better than me." his pencil continues scratching at his paper for a moment, and you think maybe he didn't hear you - but then, he stops. after a pause, he turns to you and stares. "excuse me?"

you nod, slightly flustered that he's giving you such an incredulous look. "ah. i was just wondering. just nevermind, go back to work." he gapes at you for a few more seconds, before rolling his eyes. he drags the chair standing near his dresser over to his desk, and gives the seat a slap. "get over here and help me out. you're making no sense."

you get up and go sit next to him, a little awkward, and he slides some of his papers over to you. he doesn't look up at you, but he clears his throat. "who said i could do better than you?" you blink, taking a pencil out of his bag. "i was just thinking." he turns his worksheet over and gives the blank lines a scowl.

"well, don't think then." he glances at you, and lifts his hand to nudge your shoulder with the back of his pencil. "i don't know what happened, but i'm with you 'cause you're the one i want to be with. you're good for me, alright?" you're still for a moment, before a giggle escapes you upon noticing that there's a hint of red dusted across his face. "kei, you're kinda cute sometimes."

he rolls his eyes again, but he lets you wrap your arms around him and give his cheek a kiss. "whatever." he's stiff for a second, before he eases up and leans into you. his mouth moves in a whisper that you barely catch, despite having your face pressed to his hair. "i love you, okay?"

ぞ | SUNA has his eyes shut, as he lays spread out on your lap, letting you play with his hair as you sit on the sofa, supposedly watching a movie with the volume muted. he leans into your touch every once in a while, when you dig your fingers into his hair, but other than that, he seems to be asleep.

the movie credits roll down the screen at the end, and when you don't turn it off, it restarts - but you don't notice, because you've been watching him, not the movie. the room is dark, and the light from the TV flickers and bounces across, spreading its artificial, static glow across the shadows.

he looks pretty, lashes long and thick over his cheeks, the curve of his nose slight, face chiselled and smooth - and of course, he's all toned muscle as he twists slightly, a little cramped with how he's spread across the sofa that's too small for him to sleep on. you think about him and his teammates on court, all the games you've sat at the front seats for, remembering how amazing he looks out there, focused and so skilled at what he does.

"so pretty, rin." you mumble under your breath. "don't know why you're even with someone like me. "there's silence for a few seconds, before his eyes open, almost with a start. he turns his face up, and your gazes lock — "what?"

you feel your face heat up, eyes flitting away as you clear your throat. "nothing, nothing. i thought you were asleep." he doesn't take it, obviously - and you're forced to meet his eyes again when he props himself up with his elbow, leaning in close enough for your noses to brush against eachother. "what did you just say, hm?"

you open your mouth, but before you can say anything, he shifts forward a little and slots his lips against yours in a soft kiss. "you're gorgeous." he breathes, voice low and sleepy as he affirms you. "so fucking gorgeous. and you're mine." when you kiss him back, he hums comfortably into your mouth. "say it with me, angel. gorgeous, mine."

your blush turns furious, but you repeat his words, as he reaches up and cups your face, running a thumb across your cheek. "i'm gorgeous, and yours." he nods, kissing you again, so soft and gentle that you're almost taken aback. "mhm. and i'm yours."

ぞ | HINATA crosses his legs and brushes off some sand that's on his knee, and pats the space next to him, waving to you with a smile on his face. the sun is bright, reflecting off the sea into your eyes as you step out of the shade of the trees to head down and join him on the shore.

"man," he pulls you close to him, smelling of sweat, sunscreen and ocean salt, as you sit down. "i'm glad we have beaches here. i think i'd get real homesick if it was all city and no sea." his hair's a brighter orange than usual, with the noon sun falling on him, and his eyes sparkle as he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

you drop your head onto his shoulder, and stretch your legs out as the sea comes rushing in. the water is cool, lapping at your feet for a second before ebbing away again.

he's telling you about what happened during his practise match earlier this morning, something about how he hasn't seen heitor so into the game in a while, and you love listening to his rambling - but you can't help but wonder what exactly he meant, when he said what he said about getting homesick.

you've always had it in the back of your mind, a sort of warning or resignation - something about how your shoyo would probably be much happier if he went back to japan and stayed there, with his family and his friends, instead of coming back here and becoming part of the brazilian league.

you know he did it because he wanted to, and you're happy to have him with you, but you can't help but think that maybe it'd be better for him if he went back home. if he was with someone else, somewhere else. "shoyo," you voice it out, because you think there's never going to be a better time.

"yeah?" he blinks, hazel eyes so pretty as he looks over at you. you take in a breath. "i was just . . . thinking. what if you moved back to japan?" confusion washes over his expression at your words.

"what do you mean? i'm not moving." you shake your head, relaxing a little when he places a warm, assuring hand on your thigh. "i just thought, wouldn't it be better for you if you . . . stayed there, and found someone there instead? you're - well - you're not lonely here, are you?" he looks like he's contemplating your question for a bit, before his mouth stretches into an easy smile again.

"not really. i love it here, you know. i'm happy — i have you, too. and i love you." his smile is contagious. you close the distance between your faces, and kiss him. he giggles into the embrace, and raises a hand to tangle his fingers into your hair. "can't be lonely, when i have you and all my dreams in my hands."

ぞ | AKAASHI opens the door to his office when you knock. his response to your knuckles on the door is quick, but the first thing you see when he wheels it open is how tired he looks, metal blue eyes rimmed with a hazy red, fluffy black hair disheveled and glasses tilted on his nose. "keiji."

all the indignance you'd walked up to his office with drains away when you peek into the room and notice all the papers strewn across his desk, pens scattered over them, and when you eye the computer monitor, you see all the open tabs, half written emails and articles opened up on the screen.

". . . you should take a break." you say, instead of asking him why he missed the date you two had planned for the evening. it's 08:33 at night now, and you'd just come back after waiting two hours at the cafe you'd meant to visit with him. you're tired too — but not nearly as tired as he is.

his eyes widen all of a sudden - and with only one glance back at all his undone work, he steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him. "oh — oh. I forgot about— I'm so sorry." he starts, and you're feeling terrible now, for being so angry as you walked back home, shaking your head and raising your hands to stop him.

"no, no keiji it's okay! i get it - do you have a deadline that's coming up or something?" he nods, looking upset - and you know it's not about his work, but that he's let you down on this - and you wish you could be better for him, you wish you could help him a little during days like these.

"it's okay, really." you try. "i-i just . . . it's okay. we can go out another day." he opens his mouth again, and you take him by the shoulders and shake your head again. "it's alright, baby - i'm so sorry. if only i could help you. if i were someone else, maybe—"

it comes out without you meaning to - and maybe if you'd completed your sentence he wouldn't have understood what the implication was, but you cut yourself off, and his gaze becomes pained again. "what do you mean by that?"

you're silent for a moment, because you don't want to say anything - it's already so tense between you two, and you don't want anything to happen— he takes your hands, and you have to look up at him.

"you know i love you, right?" he says, and there's something that's almost pleading in his voice. you nod immediately, curling your fingers around his wrists. "of course, keiji."

his shoulders relax a little at your answer, but there's still weariness in his eyes. "let's . . . go to sleep." he mutters. "and we can. go out for breakfast tomorrow?" you pull him into a hug, and he sinks into you, feeling small and fragile in your hold. you nod, leaning your cheek into his hair. "yeah. yeah, that sounds good."

[rommahh]

I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break.  Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.  

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

[cursivetalk]

I Want To Braid Your Hair

Ethan Torchio X F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: really just what the title says. Plotless fluff including long hair and braiding

"You know what's really not fair?"

Ethan hummed, his eyes still focused on the marvel movie that we were supposed to be watching. His left arm was draped over my shoulder and I was playing with his free dangling fingers.

I knew that I wouldn't get any more reaction from my boyfriend other than this if I didn't keep talking so I extended my free hand and wrapped one of his long strands of hair around my finger. And pulled lightly. Not to hurt of course, just to tease Ethan a little bit and make him look at me.

Like I wished, Ethan turned his head towards my hand and consequently towards my innocent smile. "What's not fair, mi amore?"

"That your hair is longer than mine!" I said dramatically and added after a pause to further underline the obvious favour game God was playing here, "and softer!"

Ethan laughed and raised his own free hand to reciprocate my actions and pull at a loose strand of my hair. I let him and dropped my head on his shoulder in the process, a fake pout on a lips.

"I like your hair," Ethan mumbled and put a kiss to the top of my head in confirmation.

I smiled at the little gesture. Oh, but I wasn't finished. Nope, my goal had been something different. Even though the kiss was certainly not bad. "You know what would make me feel better?"

"Tell me, tesoro," he said and pulled the blanket back over my folded up knees. I hadn't even had time to notice that it had fallen down. But Ethan had and fixed it. I thought that I could die now and wouldn't be sorry about a thing (okay, apart from missing my family and friends of course).

But I had a mission. So no dying right now. That would be really inconvenient. "I want to braid your hair."

Another laugh fell from my boyfriend's lips. This time, I could feel it vibrate through Ethan's chest and neck against my own body. "Sure, go ahead."

"Really?" I said excitedly, jumping up at the same time. The blanket fell on the ground and I shivered in the sudden cold air. Not that that would stop me.

Ethan confirmed with another nod and let me push him on the ground in front of the sofa. While he was rearranging his long legs, eyes darting between me and the TV, I rushed to the bathroom to get a hair brush and a few ties. Honestly, couldn't say why exactly I was so excited. But it wasn't hurting either of us, so I let my childish energy run free. Ethan watched me with quiet amusement as I rushed around and tried to find the best angle to work.

Eventually, I sat down, feet tucked under my thighs and leaned over Ethan's head. I loosened the tie that held his long hair away from his face and heard him sigh as it came loose. Carefully, I began drawing the brush through his long hair. Ethan leaned his head back as if he wanted to rest it on my thighs.

"Can you lean forward while I'm brushing it out?" I stopped him quietly.

Ethan complied and leaned his upper body towards the ground instead of me. Not without protest though. "I can't see the TV, mi amore, can't you skip that?"

"But I don't want to tear anything. That shit hurts," I pouted and kept the brush where it was.

But I did speed up the process and gathered all of his hair in my hand to brush the ends out over his head. Then, I let it drop at once back down and smoothed it out with my hands. "'kay, I'm done. You can rest you head on my legs now if you want."

"Thank God," Ethan mumbled jokingly and leaned back enough to be able to look at me.

Before I could reply in any sort of way, Ethan's hand had shot out to pull me down by my neck. Not hard enough to make me lose my balance and tumble down the sofa but enough to push me until our noses were touching. With a cheeky smile, Ethan stole a kiss and released me again.

"Spiderman-wannabe," I teased him gently, my cheeks bright red in the soft light. That had been a little unexpected. I hadn't even seen his arm move.

Ethan on the other hand smiled like a smug cat at my flustered expression. "You love it."

"Tilt your head back so I can work," I ignored his comment pointedly and fiddled with the hair ties.

This time, he let me off the hook and compiled without complaining. I parted the top of his hair in three parts and started a French braid, carefully making sure that I didn't tangle any strands. I didn't want to hurt him after all.

The movements themselves were almost hypnotic. Every time, I took up a new part of hair, I made sure to not accidentally scratch Ethan with my nails and use the pad of my finger to separate it. Ethan himself seemed more than relaxed under my fingers. His head was tilted back just the slightest, his muscles mostly relaxed in his neck so I could move it gently if I needed to. The movie playing was long forgotten as Ethan had closed his eyes. I could see that in the flickering lights from the TV as I checked that he was still breathing, the braid clutched firmly in my hand.

I braided as slow as it was possible without opening the braid again, not wanting to burst the little bubble by stopping. But even though Ethan's hair was pretty long, it wasn't infinite so I reached the end eventually. Gently, I secured the braid with a hair tie and then threw the finished piece over Ethan's shoulder.

"Finished!" I said cheering, intentionally bursting the bubble now.

Ethan immediately reached for the braid, rubbing over his head down to the loose end and then turned around to smile at me. My heart melted at the loving smile that crinkled his eyes just the slightest bit. "Thank you. It feels nice, you can do that more often if you want to."

"Absolutely," I agreed and pulled at his bicep to signal for him to get up here again.

Luckily, Ethan understood what I wanted from him and got up to his feet only to sit down a moment later. Even though the credits were rolling already, my boyfriend grabbed for the blanket again and pulled me into his side until my head was resting on his chest and his arm was tightly wrapped around my shoulder. I untangled my own legs and threw them up in his lap. Might as well get comfortable because it didn't look like Ethan wanted to leave for bed just yet.

My suspicions were confirmed, as he selected another movie, this time a Spiderman with a cheeky grin towards me, no doubt referencing my teasing earlier. "You up for it?"

"Always," I said and moved around until I could see the screen properly. Honestly, I didn't really care about the movie as long as Ethan didn't stop playing with my hair or holding me close to him while we were watching it.

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it takes two | one shot (myg)

summary: min yoongi was the one who came to understand you and took you for you. but, when boundaries start getting crossed and priorities begin to change, you start to question if your relationship with your bestfriend is strong enough to make it through.

pairing: athlete!reader x athlete!myg

genre: bestfriends to lovers au, basketball au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 12.3k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, protected AND unprotected sex (later on), slight breast play, oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, missionary, riding/straddling, mentions of alcohol consumption, dancing, mention of marijuana, sex on the beach kinda?, some heavy angst, insecurities, crying, injuries (like a cut/ankle sprain), yoongi is just kind of an idiot at one point

note: heavily inspired by the movie love and basketball. unedited for the most part, pls excuse any spelling/grammar errors.

tags: @ggukkieland​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @unicornbabylover​

⏏︎ now playing: triggered - jhené aiko ; sorry enough - chris brown

First Quarter: 6th Grade

You didn't really have a lot of friends in elementary school. Any, actually. Hell, the girls in your class purposely ignored you because you acted different. Dressed different. Enjoyed the shit boys liked, like playing ball and video games. You couldn't relate to their gel pens, Lisa Frank folders, cute binder stickers and bracelet charms. None of that shit was you. But you didn't care, you were fine by yourself. Nobody to please, nobody to care for.

The only person that came to understand you was Min Yoongi and that's because you played basketball with him and his friends during daycare. At first, it came as a surprise because truthfully, you felt like Yoongi only let you play because he felt bad for you. Which, okay, whatever— so be it. But, after the last round during a game of two versus two, you found yourself on the ground, huge gash on the knee from chasing after the ball before it could go out of bounds.

"Ouch! Crap!" You groaned as you sat up and checked out your knee. Yoongi walks towards you and crouches down, examining the bloody gash.

"Come on." He says, holding out a hand to help lift you up. He swings your arm over his shoulder, already knowing that any sudden movements to your knee can make the wound sting. He takes his time and walks with you as you hop on one leg towards the office, not really saying much. Yoongi wasn't the most talkative in class. He hung out with two or three other boys in your class on the daily, but they were quiet. Weren't much troublemakers, didn't cause ruckus like the other boys did. But, he was still popular among the girls because he was a little cutiepie. You remember walking into the bathroom, hearing Angie and her friends tease her about her crush on Yoongi. Then, the following week, one of her friends also ended up crushing on Yoongi and they bickered [weirdly] in the bathroom about it.

Getting to the office, he sits you down on the bench before approaching the office admin to grab some bandaids and ice for you.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Min?" Mrs. Yao comes over to greet him.

"Y/N's hurt. Can I get a bag of ice and a bandaid for her, please?" Mrs. Yao looks over her shoulder and does a head tilt before sighing. She knew you weren't like the girls in your class, always getting hurt one way or another, being more hardheaded and stubborn than the usual. She grabs a bag of ice and hands the supplies over to Yoongi before placing her hands on her hips.

"You think you can take care of Miss Y/N, or do you need me to help?" He shakes his head.

"I got it, thank you Mrs. Yao." He politely says, giving her a small toothless smile. You silently watch as he walks over, crouching down once again to tend to your wounds. "I don't think this will hurt, but stay still so I can put this bandaid on." He says softly as he spreads the small Neosporin packet across your wound. He wipes his finger down on his pants before removing the back of the bandaid and pressing it against your knee. "There. You should keep the ice on it so it doesn't bruise and stuff." He stands.

"Thank you." He nods as he watches you stand and slightly limp before you adjust your steps to the right pressure. He follows you out, coming back to your side with his hands in his pockets.

"Why don't you act like the other girls?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"What? Not liking all the girly stuff that they like?"

"Sure, or you playing basketball. You know girls are usually like cheerleaders and cheer the guys on instead."

"Well, I don't wanna be a cheerleader. I just would rather play. What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, it's just weird to see."

"You're weird." You snapped back.

"How am I weird?"

"You shoot weird."

"And you don't? I shoot better than you." He furrows his brows.

"No you don't."

"Fine, wanna play one more time? Unless you're a wuss and can't play cause of your knee." You rolled your eyes at the sudden change of events.

"I'll play you, I'm not a wuss. Unless you're afraid to lose to a girl." You taunt him as you both walk back to the court.

"Whatever, I'm not afraid cause I won't lose." He grabs the ball and checks it in. "My ball first."

"Sure, if you think that'll help."

And that's how Yoongi lost to you, busted knee and everything. From there, it was history. You became inseparable, Yoongi becoming a large part of your days and vice versa. His parents eventually became close to yours after the numerous times you both have been dropped off to hang out, or catching rides home after school. Yoongi lived in a nearby neighborhood, only being a good 7 minute walk, to be exact.

Second Quarter: High School, Senior Year

In high school, it became a little different. Yoongi grew up, played varsity basketball and became a fucking jock even though he claimed he would never. Yeah, bullshit. You too, played on the girls varsity basketball team, and surprisingly, you two kept each other close. It was a blessing and a curse though, because you couldn't see your life without Yoongi. He's been there since the 6th grade. However, girls took note of that shit. Trying to use you as their way in to Yoongi's heart, or pants, or both. You made it very clear though that you weren't interested in being a fucking messenger. Girls thought you were mean, but really, they just couldn't handle you. Hence, why you really couldn't relate and be one of them.

Yoongi was still the only person who could understand you and handle you, bad attitude and all. Tomboy habits and all. Not wanting to make friends and all.

"Jesus fucking christ, the day just started." Yoongi says as he watches you toss your duffle bag and backpack aggressively in the back seat of his car. "What's your deal?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired." You slump in his passenger seat after buckling your seat belt.

"Chill, don't start your day like this."

"Whatever, dad." You rolled your eyes, causing him to let out a pathetic chuckle.

"Are you coming to my game later?"

"Yeah, if I'm not too tired from practice."

"Y/N, I always make it to your games even if I'm tired."

"Do you?"

"The fuck? Yes I do. When haven't I?" His tone raises with yours. "Don't try and justify your shit by coming up with lies."

"Yeah, yeah bighead. You'll have plenty of cheerleaders there for you."

"Yeah and?" He smirks. "You're the one I'll be looking for though." He caresses your chin, making you smack his hand away while he laughs loudly.

"You're stupid." You groan as you sink lower in his seat. The rest of the ride to school, you shut your eyes and enjoy the peace before you're having to walk down those annoying, congested hallways.

People rave a lot about senior year, but it honestly hasn't felt special to you. Maybe because you kept the same routine since freshmen year, or maybe you really just didn't care as much as everyone else did about how "special" it was. You've always been locked in to basketball even if your mom wasn't a big fan of it. She wished you were more into cute, girly shit, like makeup, shopping, manis and pedis and dresses and heels, but she came to accept this was the way it was going to be. Especially because your dad was your biggest fan. You came to love basketball, more than just a side hobby. You joined the varsity team and practiced day in and day out. When basketball wasn't in season, you'd play with Yoongi at the park or sign up for camps and tournaments. You just wanted to keep bettering yourself so that you could play in college and get into the league post-grad. Yoongi was the same, and he may or may not have influenced your passion for ball. Either way, he was always supporting you and cheering for you even if the other females hated it.

His ex for sure hated the relationship you had with him even though you really steered clear when she was around. Wasn't your fucking problem or responsibility to take care of her insecurities. Same with his flings.

"Hey, so later, yeah?" He asks in between throwing nods and smiles to girls passing by.

"Mhm." You hum. "You gonna be free for lunch later?"

"I don't know. I know where to find you though if I am."

"Have a good day, punk."

"You too, bub. See you in English." He turns on his heel, walking towards his friends, aka his team members. Aka his jock ass group. Aka the ones females flock to.

Namjoon, Jimin, Eunwoo, Lucas.

They were all pretty boys who knew they were pretty boys and used that to their advantage to make big asshole moves. You hated that Yoonks got pulled in from time to time, but shit, it wasn't your life, you were only a small part of his. Sometimes, they also pulled in the football boys, Jungkook and Seokjin. Even the baseball boys, Hoseok and Taehyung. It was all a huge pretty boy, jock, asshole group in the making outside. A big fucking party for a lot of the girls at school, though.

So even if Yoongi was really the only one in your life, you weren't the only one in his. It is, what it is. As long as he doesn't go switching up on you, then whatever, so be it.

The first half of your classes go by quick, being that you enjoyed your chemistry, french and english classes. You had your english class with Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok. You had gotten to know Namjoon and Hoseok a little through it, and it was enough to know that they weren't all that bad. At least in this classroom setting.

"You two going to prom together?" Namjoon asks, making Yoongi snort.

"No, what the hell?" Yoongi responds.

"You guys can have fun at prom." You roll your eyes.

"You're really not gonna go?" Joon bites on the end of his pencil.

"No? The fuck I look like?"

"Y/N, I know it'd be weird as fuck to see you in a dress, but it's senior year. You didn't go last year, did you?" Namjoon asks from Yoongi's other side.

"Really, Namjoon?" You give him a look as if it could state the obvious.

"Well shit, I don't know. I know it's not your thing but can't really say I would have noticed either way." Hoseok laughs, causing you to throw your pen at his head before flicking him off.

"Miss Y/N!" Mrs. Maxwell calls you out mid-movie, eyes wide and in disbelief at how you're acting.

"What?! He started it." You slumped back in your seat and let out a sigh.

"Not another word." She says sternly.

"Not another word." You mock her under your breath.

"Aye, stop. You and that attitude boutta get in some trouble the last weeks of senior year." Yoongi puts his hand on your wrist, causing you to shake your head and click your teeth.

"Anyway, you should go." Hoseok whispers as he leans over on the table to look at you.

"No. Besides, with what date?"

"Take the basketball." Joon snickers.

"You're a complete dumbass, Namjoon. Stop talking." You snap.

"Maybe they're right, bub. It's senior year and it's coming to an end quick. I'd hate for you to regret it." Yoongi turns to you and says lowly.

"You know that won't happen." But really, part of you did feel a little bad. You knew it wasn't your scene, and you really didn't care what people thought of you when it came down to it. However, you always wondered what it would be like if someone liked you. If someone wanted you. Crushed on you so hard that they couldn't keep their hands off of you, couldn't stop thinking of you. Your first love. To feel pleasure, pain. Mixture of emotions simply by being in love. You wondered what it would be like to lose your virginity and have good, good sex. Besides, you were a human with needs. But the only person you have ever been close to was Yoongi. For the most part, you didn't see him that way because you knew he definitely didn't. But, you also couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take your relationship to that point. If it was anyone, he would be the one you'd have feelings for. He would be your first kiss, your first everything. Because Yoongi was comfort and security for you.

But you valued your friendship more than anything.

"Just saying, think about it." He follows up.

"Think about getting an expensive dress and painful ass heals to wear for one night, just to dance around in 'em and take one professional pic with a date? Maybe get railed if I'm lucky?" You playfully wiggle your eyebrows making Yoongi shake his head.

"Don't be such a party pooper for once."

"Mmm. Great reasoning. Really convincing me here." You laugh it off even though in all honesty, you were thinking about it.

The bell rings and thank god it's finally lunch because you were fucking starving. Appetite and attitude on na-na, no doubt. You silently part ways with Yoongi to stop by your locker and grab your lunch. You make your way to the rowdy ass cafeteria, quickly scanning the room to catch a sight of Yoongi. You see him sitting on top of one of the lunch tables with Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung sitting around him. Clearly, Yoongi wasn't free today.

"Wassup baby? Wanna trade that ball in for me?" Jimin says as you pass by their table to make your way outside to the bleachers. You flick him off before rolling your eyes and pretending to gag.

"Fuck off, Park." The group laughs except for Yoongi.

"Wonder if she's got that bad attitude in bed, too." Yoongi doesn't hesitate to smack Jimin upside the head because yeah, no matter what, he was gonna protect you as much as possible. "Owwww, I'm just kidding Yoongi."

"Don't let me hear you say that shit around me ever again."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. It was just a joke." Jimin winces as he rubs the back of his head.

"Damn Min Yoonks, why don't you take her ass to prom if it's like that?" Taehyung says, chewed up food coming into full view as he smacks loudly.

"Why don't you learn how to close your mouth first?" Yoongi spits back.

"Y/N is really rubbing off on you."

"It's manners, idiot. You should've been learned that." Namjoon says, laughing.

"But foreel, why won't you take her? You both are close, you've never seen her that way?" Hoseok asks making Yoongi shake his head in response.

"She's my bestfriend. I value her just the way she is, no more no less."

"Ah, you must have thought about it at least once." Yoongi keeps silent. Luckily, the group easily gets distracted and starts paying attention to Seokjin and Jungkook coming over as they talk about the dates they've scored for prom.

Yoongi has thought about it. Still does. Just like he is for you, you're the only one who understands him and takes him for who he is. You know the real him besides basketball player Yoongi. You're the only one who keeps it real. But he would rather keep it this way than ruin things between you and him. He'd hate to fuck up with you because he knows he can fuck up, there's no hiding from it. He'd never forgive himself if he lost you.

Practice is hell today for you and fuck, you really wanna just go home and lay down for the rest of the evening. Coach had you all running suicides and conditioning drills on the courts outside and pulling scrimmages against each other left and right. Let's not forget how coach is always on your ass right before a game too. Hell, she catches an attitude way worse than you before game time and after a loss. You wanted to avoid that at all costs. But, to avoid taking the bus home and instead hitching a ride with Yoongi, you throw on a hoodie and haul your ass to the gym in some nike slippers. You take a seat on a free end at one of the bleachers, holding Spalding in between your legs with your duffle next to you on the floor. The game is off to a start in about 5 minutes, Yoongi catches sight of you on the bleachers and nods. You give him a small smile as a gesture of good luck, which he reciprocates.

The game starts off intensely, both teams scoring closely even with the boys putting straight pressure. Towards the end of the first half, Yoongi and Eunwoo are the leading scorers, putting their team up by 10. Halftime is a bunch of hoo-haa, with cheerleaders in their itty bitty skirts, trying to shake their asses as they cheer for the boys. The boys don't even hide the fact that their ogling, and it's clear as day they all want some pussy. Quite frankly, they walk around thinking they deserve it cause of how hard they try to pull some wins and put the school on the map. Student government comes up for a bit too, pulling some kind of skit to weirdly promote prom. It makes you cringe and in all honesty, it makes you not wanna go even more, but it is your senior year. If you can snag a date, then maybe.

"Hey." Terra [not a cheerleader but still a pretty, popular chick] plops next to you with a smirk on her face. Immediately, you want no part in it because you already know what she's trying to do.

"Hi?"

"I'm just gonna cut straight to it. Do you know if Yoongi is seeing anyone?"

"How the hell would I know, Terra?" You furrow your brows at her.

"Because you're close to him, aren't you?"

"And? Doesn't mean I'm telling people his business. Besides, he's not obligated to tell me everything just cause we're close." She rolls her eyes.

"Whatever. Look, can you do me a favor and give this to him?" She tries handing you a little ass piece of paper folded neatly with a pink heart decorated on the front.

"Why don't you give it to him yourself?"

"That's no fun." You scoff and roll your eyes. Really, miss girl? "Be a doll for once, yeah?" She winks and slips the note in between your wrist and Spalding so it stays put. You take the note and eye it, letting out a deep sigh as you shove it into your pocket. You weren't in the mood to be extra rude today so you'll give it to him later when he drives you home.

The game finally finishes with Yoongi making a final three, the boys keeping their lead up by 10. Everyone cheers and showers the boys with love after the team has finished shaking hands and high-fiving their opponents. You stick around until the crowd dies down, watching Yoongi flirt with Terra as you swing your duffle bag strap onto your shoulder before slowly heading down the bleachers.

"Hey bighead, good game today." You lightly punch him against the chest.

"I knew you'd come."

"Shut up. I'll be at your car."

"For what?"

"Cause you're taking me home, punk."

"No please?"

"Please." He shakes his head and chuckles before you part ways to let him gather his things in the locker room. When you finally catch sight of his teeny head coming towards you from the gym, you hear him unlock his car to let you in while he continues to walk over.

"Fuuuuuck." He says, throwing his things in the back before buckling his seat belt and switching the gear into drive.

"You have fan mail." Yoongi looks over and sees you clutching the note Terra gave you.

"What's that, a condom?"

"You're sick. It's from Terra."

"Who's that again?" You make a face at him.

"You were just telling her sweet nothings earlier after the game?"

"Oh, Terra with the tig o' bitties. Got it." He shakes his head. "I wasn't telling her sweet nothings."

"Right. You're an absolute dipshit, you know?" You prop up a leg on the seat while you unfold the letter.

"Give it!" You move it away from his grasp and begin to read it out loud.

"Yoongi, you're honestly so hot. If you don't have a date for prom, I just want you to know that I'm free, and I promise I'll give you a good time if you take me." You cackle. "Boy, what the fuck is this? Ew."

"Shut up." He blushes before laughing along with you.

"Look at her, writing her coochie out on paper."

"She isn't."

"Oh, really? Pfft." You softly scoff. "So, are you taking her or what?"

"I don't know? Maybe, damn. What about you?"

"What about me, fool? I told you I'd think about it."

"Go with Jimin. He still doesn't have a date." He hates to say it with how much of an asshole Jimin can be, but if it meant you'd be at your senior prom then Yoongi will let it pass. He'll make sure Jimin doesn't try any slick shit.

"Ew, god no."

"Look, I'll make sure he doesn't go overboard. I promise."

"Why do you want me there so badly, Yoongi?"

"Because it's our last year in high school together and I'd really like to celebrate with you somehow." You sigh heavily.

"Fair enough. Let me sit on it."

"Better hurry and stop keeping that seat warm."

"Don't rush me." You punch his arm, causing a groan to erupt from him.

- - -

Really, you'd rather be anywhere than at prom with Park Jimin holding onto your waist the way he is for the pictures you're taking with him, Yoongi and the rest of their group and dates. After all the pictures and fake smiles, you feel him slowly slip his hand down your dress to try and get a grip on your ass, but before you could do so, you're grabbing his wrist with full pressure and making him wince.

"Don't you fucking dare or else I'll cut your dick off and throw it in a blender."

"Aish, ah, fuck! Okay, I'm kidding, let me go!" He whines lowly. You let go of his wrist after one more good squeeze, causing him to wiggle his hand to get the feeling back.

"Get me some punch, will you? My mouth is dry."

"You know, I might know something else that can help." Jimin wiggles his eyebrows as he continues to hold onto his wrist.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Or not. I'll be back." He accepts defeat by smiling from ear to ear before walking off. You sit off to the side, the heels a huge pain in the ass on top of Jimin already being a huge pain in the ass. You lean over on your knees, completely forgetting you have a short dress on, causing boys passing by to whistle and eye at the easy access.

"The fuck are you looking at? Keep it moving." Yoongi says pushing the guys forward before shooting you a look. "Y/N, really?"

"Shit sorry, I forgot. I'm not used to this." You sit up and adjust your dress before rubbing your arms at how self-conscious you suddenly [and unexpectedly] feel.

"Are you having fun at least?" He sits next to you, manspreading on the seat in the navy suit he has on.

"Mmm, sure." You slightly smile at him. "What about you? You actually took Terra, huh?"

"Yeah, it's pretty fun." He chuckles. "Don't lie, I saw you dancing a bit earlier."

"That's when the alcohol hadn't worn off yet." You snort, remembering Seokjin's older brother giving the group alcohol after all the parents were done taking their pictures of you all. Yoongi laughs along with you before he looks over and simply stares at you, hair all done, makeup done perfectly without it being too much. You in a dress.

"You look beautiful tonight, bub."

"You don't look too bad yourself, bubby." You blush before Jimin interrupts the moment with your cup of punch.

"Here, princess."

"You better not be trying anything slick, punkass." Yoongi says.

"Mm, don't worry. I haven't been able to." You kick his shin as you chug your punch, causing him to cough and choke on his own words. "I'd like to peacefully have this slow dance with you at least, damn." You swallow the last bits of punch before you're taking Jimin's hand to the floor. Yoongi watches as you two make your way to the dance floor for a slow dance, slightly regretting that he didn't just ask you to dance.

"Let's dance, babe." Terra's baby voice comes out as she pulls him up from the seat to find a spot on the dance floor. Yoongi is honestly tired of having to keep up with Terra's energy and her clingy ass, but nonetheless, he was happy you were around for prom.

He was really happy you were around for prom, even though you hated this shit more than anything.

He had you in full view ahead, and so did you. He couldn't help but direct his attention towards you and keep his eyes on you. Fuck, he has never seen anyone so beautiful until you walked through Seokjin's doors with Jimin. Look, let's get this straight. Even though you had your own way of expressing yourself, he always loved your natural beauty, your natural glow. He loved watching you on the court and how happy it made you to play ball. He remembers every accomplishment, every milestone you've reached. How you've grown tremendously as a ball player. He would never admit it to you in person, but he definitely admires how you push yourself and how you always do what you can to improve. Hell, you might just be the better player between the both of you. And when you catch him looking over, he doesn't even try and hide it. He doesn't even care that he's still holding onto Terra and slow dancing with her.

Something within you flips. You feel that shit in the pit of your stomach, at the heat of your core.

But, you brush it off and break eye contact first, even if he doesn't stop staring. This couldn't happen, no. This was your bestfriend. You weren't gonna let the things you felt get in the way of that.

Nope.

Suddenly, the song changes to something more upbeat and twerkable, Jimin taking the opportunity to spin you around and grind on you. You really need a distraction anyway, something to rid you of those god awful thoughts about your bestfriend, so you let him and you have fun with it. Everyone around you is having fun anyway, and fuck, you wouldn't have to do this ever again so fuck it.

"Let me get a dance with my bestfriend." Yoongi says to Jimin.

"Go dance with your date!"

"Shut up and switch for a second!" Yoongi says, pushing him off of you so he could get behind and dance with you.

"Yoonks, what the hell?" You laugh.

"Go with it, bub. It's fucking senior year, we're graduating soon." You go with his movements, having the time of your life with everyone around you as prom quickly comes to a close.

When you get into Jimin's car, you knock off your heels as he continues to talk nonstop about the night. Jimin was a cutie but god, you could not stand his mindset for the life of you. You were grateful he had agreed to take you to prom, but damn. Prom was done and all you wanted was some peace and quiet.

"I hope you had fun with me tonight." You give him a toothless smile before slipping your heels back on.

"I did, thank you for taking me. Really." He smiles from ear to ear before leaning over near your seat.

"Can I get just one good smooch for the night?" You look at him before you smirk and lean over near his lips.

"Sure." You whisper.

"Oh fuck, this is actually happening."

"Close your eyes, I know you don't fucking kiss with your eyes open. What are you doing?"

"Right. Sorry." He closes his eyes and puckers his lips. You lean in a little closer, feeling his breath against your lips.

Then you flick his nose.

"Ouch!"

"Peace out, Park." You throw open his door to step out and shut it behind you to quietly walk into your house.

The lights are off and your parents are already tucked into the room for the night, leaving you a note on the fridge reminding you to make sure all the doors are locked before retreating to your room. You do as you're reminded before quietly shutting your door and tossing your heels to the side. You let the pins down from your hair, ruffling it around a bit and relieving any pressure on your head. Before turning away from your dresser, you notice a letter from the one university you had been waiting on. You had been waiting to hear back from Stanford for the longest time, and quite frankly, you had been upset you hadn't heard especially when their scouts were at your game awhile ago.

You had broken down to your parents, to Yoongi, automatically assuming the worst when you heard that other people had already been accepted and scouted for Stanford. Suddenly, you found yourself working harder and harder because you felt like you were lacking in so many areas. You felt low, and like your dream was running miles and miles away from you. Faster than you could keep up.

You take the letter in your hand, but don't want to open it because you don't feel ballsy enough [surprisingly]. You call up Yoongi, not caring that he could possibly be in the middle of getting his dick wet.

"Sup?"

"Are you busy?"

"I was just about to walk into my house."

"Oh, nevermind."

"Need me to come by?"

"I got a letter from Stanford."

"Shit, I'll be there in 2 mins."

And in 2 minutes, he surely was knocking at your window. You slide it up enough for him to climb in, Yoongi still in his prom get-up as well.

"Here." You instantly hand him the letter.

"What, why me? It should be you."

"I can't, I really can't." He sighs.

"Are you sure you won't regret this?"

"No, bub. Please." You sit on the bed and fiddle with your fingers as you watch him rip the envelope open and tear out the letter. You can't even keep your eyes on him as he reads the letter and starts backing away from you.

"Shit."

"What? What?!" You stand, trying your best to keep your tone low. He covers his mouth, causing you to pinch his bicep at how dramatic he was being. "Just say it!"

"You're not going." Your heart sinks, but before you could process it, Yoongi speaks up again. "To any other college because Stanford wants you."

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You whisper and shove him.

"Congrats, bubby. Guess we'll be together in college too." Your eyes widen.

"Y-you're going? T-to Stanford?" He smiles and nods.

"Yeah, I am."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Look, I just wanted to give you your space. That's all. I found out before you went all cry baby on me."

"Shut up." You say before laughing and jumping into his arms, throwing your legs around his torso while he swings you around. As he sets you back down onto your bedroom floor, your hands linger around his neck, gently tugging on the hair that rested there. He keeps you close, his hands resting around your waist as your chests are still touching. You honestly have no idea what takes over you— perhaps all the feelings you felt tonight at prom taking over, or feeling overjoyed from finally hearing back from Stanford, you couldn't decide. But you crash your lips against his, immediately pulling back after you realized you've just kissed your bestfriend.

You just had your first fucking kiss through accidental causes.

Well, shit.

Was it accidental or no?

Mind is going off on a tangent.

"Woah. I'm so sorry, Yoonks, I—" He doesn't allow for any space between you two, keeping your body flush against his as his lips crash onto yours again to cut you off. To be quite honest, things are moving fast and the kiss deepens quick. You follow his motions, gaining some rhythm as your tongue dances along with his in the [now] wet, sloppy kiss.

"Wait, Y/N." He pulls away as the moment intensifies. "A-are you sure you wanna keep going? To be honest, I don't know if I'll be able to hold myself back and I know you haven't exactly—" He knows it would be your first time and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. I mean, sure, he loved you. You were special to him. But he wanted to make sure your first time was also special, whether it be him or whoever else.

"Please. I want this. I wanna do this with you."

By the looks of tonight, it seems like it's meant to be him.

You press your lips back onto his with the same intensity and start to unbutton his shirt when you feel his hands hike up your dress. He gently pushes you on the bed, crawling over to you as he kicks off his shoes and finishes ripping off his shirt and tie. He slowly removes the straps of your dress down your shoulders and undoes the zipper on the side before slipping it down and leave you in your panties.

You had no bra on.

Yoongi's eyes widen when he realizes such, your cheeks heating up while you watch him stare down your body. You begin to feel incredibly self-conscious so you cover your chest with an arm. Yoongi senses your uneasiness, your confidence shooting down below zero.

"You're beautiful, bub. Don't." He says, gently tugging your arm away and letting it fall limply to the side. You simply nod and let him take the reigns because you had no idea what the fuck you were doing. So many emotions were flooding your mind— you were nervous, you were scared, you were shy, you felt lost and too innocent under Yoongi, even if he knew you like the back of his hand.

And because of that, he could pick up on it with the way your body continued to tense up. He shook off his pants, leaving on his boxers until you were ready for him. Cause fuck, he was ready for you, but he had to take this slow. He had to take care of you.

He lowers himself onto you after the two of you have climbed under the sheets, lowering his head against your neck to press light, feathery kisses along the surface. You felt the tingles shoot down your spine every time his lips made contact, causing you to softly gasp and arch your back at how sensitive you were already feeling.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop okay?" He says lowly. You nod in response, Yoongi taking it as leverage to plant a kiss on your lips before moving down to your breasts. He keeps his eyes on you, making sure you don't seem uncomfortable in the slightest bit. But you don't, and it's indicated in the way you bite your bottom lip and arch your back at the way his tongue wraps around your hardened bud. He does the same on the other breast before peppering kisses down your stomach and abdomen.

"Yoongi." You slightly gasp, shy at how unusually close he is to your lady friend.

"What's wrong? Want me to stop?" His thumbs gently caressed your thighs as his head hovered over your pelvis. You shake your head and nervously swallow before speaking once more.

"I-I'm just scared, what if you don't like—"

"Shh." He shushes you. "You're everything to me, you know that. You don't have to change just so I could enjoy you in bed. I'll take good care of you, bub. I promise."

"O-okay." He nods, placing a kiss over your clothed clit before pulling them down to get lost within your sheets. He swipes a finger down your folds, causing your breathing to hitch slightly. You watch as he slowly inserts the same digit inside of you, biting onto his bottom lip watching your facial expressions turn from uncertainty to straight pleasure. "Another." You moan.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." He inserts another digit, curling his fingers upward as he starts to finger fuck you at a steady pace.

"Shit, you're so wet Y/N." He says lowly before lowering his mouth onto you to get a taste and tease your clit. You gasp at the overwhelming sensation, feeling the pleasure bubbling in your core and you had no idea how to deal with it. He picks up his pace while tonguing your clit and sucking at the right pressure until suddenly, you short circuit and tremble under his grip. You purse your lips together to prevent yourself from moaning too loud with your parents at the other end of the hall [jesus fucking christ], knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets tightly.

Your first orgasm came and washed over you quick.

"Did you just—" He removes his digits from inside of you, drooling at your cum accumulating all over his fingers.

"Holy fuck." You whisper as you regulate your breathing, twitching when Yoongi places a quick kiss on your pussy before coming back up to you.

"How was that?"

"So good. Wanna feel you." You whine, tugging him down towards you.

"I got you, bubby." He says, kissing your jaw, cheek, nose and lips. He reaches over into his pants on the floor, grabbing a condom out of his pocket. You furrow your brow and chuckle, confused if this was something he always did.

"You just carry that around?"

"The guys and I split on a box and carried one each for tonight. Just in case."

"Total fucking assholes." He chuckles.

"Better safe than not, right?" He rips it open with his teeth, spitting the wrapper out onto the floor before rolling it down his cock. He was perfectly thick and long, and it made you a nervous wreck all over again thinking about how this could feel. "Ready? I'll go slow." You nod. You immediately felt immense pressure when you felt Yoongi dip his body and slowly enter you. You winced, Yoongi immediately pausing until you tapped his arm to continue. And so he does, and you continue to breathe through it until he bottoms out and lets out a soft groan against your neck. "Fuck, you're so tight bub. God, you're gonna make me cum quick." He slowly pumps in and out, steadying his pace when he feels you buck your hips up to go along with his motions.

The pleasure skyrocketed; You shut your eyes, letting yourself be in this moment. Feel this moment.

He picks it up a little faster, careful not to bang your headboard against the wall. His forehead is pressed against yours, watching as you let out soft whimpers against his lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yoongi-Yoongi—" You whispered. "You're gonna make me—" It was becoming overwhelming, your clit rubbing against him as he steadied his pace and continued to fuck into you. He nods, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Yeah, that's it. Let go. It's okay." And that was enough for you to reach your second orgasm tonight. Quick, but fuck. Yoongi made you feel so good, and you wouldn't want it any other way. You shut your eyes as you hurdled over the edge, mouth open with silent, inaudible moans being released. "So fucking pretty." Yoongi says as he feels himself reaching his high with the way your walls pulsated against his cock.

God. So, so good.

He holds onto the headboard and quickly fucks into you until he's spilling his seed in the condom, muffled moans being released against the crook of your neck. It takes a moment before Yoongi raises his head, your hands running through his black hair while he presses a tender kiss against your lips. He slowly removes himself, wrapping the condom in a tissue before tossing it into your trash can. He plops next to you and welcomes you into his arms, caressing you to soothe you from your first time.

"You okay?"

"More than okay." You say, the both of you trying to savor the moment before trying to navigate where to go from here.

What now?

Third Quarter: College, Junior Year (Present)

You bent down, hands resting against your knees as you tried to catch your breath during the timeout Coach Chu had called with 5.2 seconds literally left on the clock. He laid out the play he wanted you and the team to pull off in order to gain the win over Berkeley.

It had to be executed perfectly. No flaws.

Coach Chu had been riding your ass since you were a freshman. But, over the years, you've learned how to work through his tough love and turn it into positives, bettering yourself on and off the floor. It paid off, and he saw the fire in you, finally moving you up to starting point guard right before the season ended. Some team members hated it at first, but eventually, grew to work with it as well.

The plan was to have you come down into the paint and lay up the ball or take a shot at the very last second to avoid Berkeley from getting another chance at scoring. Sometimes you hated the pressure, but you've also learned that a big part of playing ball was thriving under pressure.

Your team closes up the huddle before you and your teammates are heading back out onto the floor to try and get this win. You shake off the nerves, bouncing the ball out of bounds until you check it in with your teammate. After that— it was like a blur. Shit happened so quick, you couldn't even process it. You passed the ball and dashed over to the other side of the court while your teammate put up a screen. You rose your hand as you ran into the paint, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you awkwardly lay up the ball in the position you were in and stumble onto the ground from losing your footing. You turn your head as the buzzer went off, noticing that the ball had bounced off the rim.

You missed a fucking lay up.

How could you miss a fucking lay up?

"Fuck!" You cry as you sit up and smack the floor.

"Aye, it's all good girl! Ain't a big deal! You win some, you lose some! We still got a ways to go!" Your teammate [roommate, and closest college friend] Clarice said as she helped you up. She was right, but every loss to you was a big loss no matter what. Coach was for sure gonna drill you about this too, and you were already mentally preparing.

"Thanks." You mumble. You look out at the disappointed crowd slowly dispersing, wishing you could still catch a familiar face in the crowd.

But, Yoongi hadn't been to your game in years. So you thought. You never caught him if he ever stepped foot into your game.

Your head hung low as the familiar feeling of pain and loneliness came rushing back while you headed to the locker room. Too bad you didn't see him hiding out on the side of the bleachers with Lucas.

"Y/N, a word." Coach Chu says, leading you into his office.

Fuck, here we go.

You shut the door behind you and stand awkwardly in front of his desk, fiddling with your fingers.

"Look, I just want to say that you put on hell of a show tonight, win or lose. We still have plenty of games left, plenty of opportunities to lock in play-offs. Alright? Don't be upset."

"Thanks Coach." You give him a tiny smile.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I think so."

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing coach, just been a hectic couple of weeks." In which, it was no lie. You crammed for test after test, project after project. You barely had any time to breathe this year.

"Well, my door is always open if you need to chat." You nod. "I'll see you at practice. Enjoy your night."

"Thanks again." You say as you exit his office and get yourself showered and into comfier clothes.

Meanwhile, Yoongi heads back to his dorm room alongside Lucas, hands dug deep into his pockets while his head hung low.

"You ever gonna talk to her?"

"I don't know." He sighs. "Pretty sure I fucked up any chance of that."

"Look, dude. You haven't really been the same since you and Y/N fell out." Yoongi stays silent as they slowly climb the steps up to their room. "Why are you just gonna leave it like this? It's been so long already. Doesn't it bother you?"

"Positive she doesn't want me around." Lucas shakes his head.

"You haven't even tried. You just gave up and that shit is cold, to be honest. I know Y/N always held it down for you, I would have expected you to do the same." The words cut through Yoongi so deep, he doesn't even know how to respond and leaves it at that.

As you heavily dragged your body back to the dorms and took your sweet ol' time, your mind began to wander back to Yoongi as well. After he had taken your virginity that night, things took a turn for the worst.

He treated you differently, created this distance that allowed you to grow farther and farther apart from each other until he was no longer in your grasp and vice versa.

You went from Yoongi being a part of your every day to nothing. And fuck, did it hurt you. You cried and cried, until you were so tired of crying. You had to pick yourself up and keep it moving no matter what. Life waits for nobody.

You reminisce on those days of debating over who could really be considered the greatest. Although, you did pay your respects to the bigs, the greats— Kobe, Magic, MJ, Lebron— you paid respect where it was rightfully due. However, Derrick Rose at his prime? Rajon Rondo? Chris Paul?

Hell, even Baron Davis, Monte Ellis. Rookie Steph Curry? Shiiit. They were it for you, and Yoongi used to dog your ass on how unrealistic you were being.

That was all gone.

He must be having a ball watching Steph climb up those charts now, though. You wonder what he would say to you.

The days of going to basketball games, to each other's basketball games, to ordering hella pizza and creating chaos in either house over the dunk contest during the NBA All Star Week or yelling all around the living room and jumping on couches during the NBA playoff season and championship games— All gone.

If you knew this would drastically change you and Yoongi, you would have never let that night happen. You continued to put on your brave face, your thick, tough skin even though deep down, it took everything in you to suppress the hurt, betrayal and confusion. Even after all these years.

He meant everything to you. Did you not to him? You could never understand until this day. How could he dispose of you so, so quickly?

You see him on campus and quickly break any eye contact, or run the opposite way. You were tired of doing this even though you felt like you needed closure. Some explanation. You deserved it. But you weren't gonna initiate that. Even if Yoongi did, you don't even know if things could ever go back to the way it was. He promised he would never hurt you, but he has. He still is hurting you. The wounds— it cut deep. Deeper than he could ever imagine.

"Hello?" You smile, hearing your dad on the other line.

"Hey dad."

"Hey baby! How was your game? I'm sorry I couldn't catch it tonight, work kept me behind." You sigh.

"Eh, it's probably good you didn't. Didn't turn out so well." He picks up on how your voice cracks ever so slightly, enough to indicate that you were trying your hardest not to break down about your performance. "I missed the winning shot."

"Oh sweetheart, you'll get 'em next time. You always do. You still have a couple of games left don't you?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that I played shitty as hell tonight."

"There's always room for improvement, only way to go is up from here right?" He says softly, making you smile. "You'll get 'em next time, I have no doubt. You always know how to better yourself even when I think you've already reached your highest potential."

"Thanks Dad. You always were my number one fan."

"I still am." He chuckles. "How's everything else? School?"

"Fine." He always has to stop himself from asking about Yoongi, even to ask if there's been the slightest change to your relationship.

"You sure?"

"Course." You lie.

"Alright, well you know me and your mom are here for you if you need anything."

"I know."

"I'll let you go and get some rest, alright? Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Mmm, I'll try." You chuckle. "I love you."

"Love you too. And hey, baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Always remember that you deserve everything good in this world. If someone can't handle you at your worse, they sure as hell don't deserve you at your best."

"Thank you." You smile as if your dad can see you through the phone before hanging up and unlocking your dorm door.

"Sigma Nu party going on tonight, wanna come and slide through?" Clarice asks as she watches you toss your duffle aside.

"I'm tired, not in the mood."

"So aren't I, but I think we both need it. Come on girl, just for a little." You sigh. Clarice had also been there by your side since you both were freshmen recruits. One day, she came into the room and found you a crying mess, causing her to wrap her arms around you and craddle you until you calmed down. You had spilled the beans about Min Yoongi, especially when he quickly became the talk of the campus as a ladies man and one of the best freshmen recruits Stanford has ever seen. You hated it, but a part of you still found yourself happy that he was getting the recognition he deserved as a ball player.

He wasn't the tallest, or the biggest, but boy had heart and played every game like it was his last. You had been his number one fan, and even though you hated him, that fact would never change.

Anyways, without Clarice, you weren't sure where you'd be. Definitely not here because you'd be too busy running away from your past and all the issues that came with it.

Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and say it. You would be stupid enough to not go to your first choice just because of a stupid boy.

"Fine, fine. I'm leaving as soon as someone wants to start acting up and getting all crazy though."

"Deal." She chuckles. You've learned how to dress up a little more— and by a little we mean baggy sweats, a crop tight fitting tee and chapstick. No way in hell you'd get dolled up for a party. Out of the years you've already been here, you probably went to two parties. One being the party Coach Chu threw at his house for a record-breaking season. The other was a legit party that you stepped foot in for all of 2 seconds before you figured it was time to head home, especially after seeing Yoongi hugged up with some chick and disgustingly tonguing her down while groping her ass.

Shit, you were never gonna get used to it.

The frat house is fucking packed and wreaks of weed even down the corner. You and Clarice push your way through, greeting people who were acknowledging your presence and waving at your other teammates that were also present.

"More basketball babes have arrived, let's go!" One of the frat guys cheers as you and Clarice make your way to the kitchen where all the alcohol is laid out.

"One shot?" She asks as she already has her hand wrapped around the Svedka handle.

"One and done." You tell her. You shouldn't have let her pour the shot though because now, you're stuck with nasty ass vodka near the halfway mark of the cup. "Clarice, what the fuck is this?"

"It's called savoring our one."

"You're fucked up." You joked as you tap your cup against hers and take the shot in three chugs. "Really fucked up." You wince.

"Come, lets go see what the other girls are up to and hang out for a bit." You follow her lead to the corner of the living room, chatting it up with your team before dancing around in the little corner you all occupied— keeping as far away as possible from sloppy and messy dudes.

You turned to eye the crowd at some point, catching Yoongi coming down the stairs, a female following from behind holding his hand. Then, they disappear to the outside of the house. You swallow the lump in your throat, the room feeling hotter than it already was.

Why he still had this affect on you, you had no idea.

Clarice and your teammates are too busy cracking jokes that they don't realize you've slipped away to get some air. You're finding that the crowd has come bigger in the short amount of time you've been here and navigating through it has become difficult. You're having to bob, weave and shove your way out, letting out a sigh the closer you get to the front of the house. You're also really glad you've been able to steer clear from—

"Shit, my bad." You unintentionally bump into someone making your way to the front from the side of the house due to you keeping your head low.

"Y/N?" You whip your head around to see Yoongi raising a brow, dropping his arm from the same chick's shoulders.

"Hi." You give him a fake, tight-lipped smile and rush your way to the front of the house. Thank god you finally make it because you were starting to feel claustrophobic, even being outside. However, you weren't prepared for Yoongi to come after you and grab your wrist the way he did.

"Wait, I didn't expect you to be here." Out of defense, you quickly snatch your wrist away from his grip and furrow your brows at him.

"Yeah, and now I'm leaving."

"Why, hang out for a bit—"

"And what, Yoongi? Watch you be the life of the party? Watch you walk around all fine and dandy like shit never happened between us?" You feel the tears welling up on your bottom lids, but you promised yourself you would never cry over him again. You refuse to. He had already taken up so much of you that you refuse to give him any more.

"Is that what you really think?" He says, the hurt apparent in his expression. To be frank, no. Yoongi really, really never meant to hurt you. And just like he had mentioned before, he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you. He hasn't forgiven himself. He hasn't forgiven himself for how he let you slip out of his grasp when it was his own fault for pushing aside his feelings for you. He thought the world of you, the only woman who kept it real with him and stuck by him through the highest of highs, lowest of lows. There was no one as special as you, no one who could ever be as special as you, no matter how many times he tried to sink his dick into other females.

No one was real like you.

But, he was also conflicted because of that. He felt like he couldn't give you the love you rightfully deserved, he didn't think he could love you properly. He had so much to learn and he didn't wanna hurt you in the process. It sounds so fucking stupid [because it is] that he thought distancing himself was better than just being honest. He was a dumbass high schooler, he didn't know any better. But, he never meant to make you feel special for one night, then run from it. You were always special to him. You had always been. You always will be. And these past years hurt like a bitch, but he coudn't find the words to explain. Eventually, he just believed he would do less damage if you both remained distant this way.

Although, he longed for you. He really needed you just as you needed him. He always has, always will.

So when the two of you bump into each other tonight, he felt like maybe, it was a sign. Maybe it was time to stop being childish.

God, he missed your face.

God, he was a fucking asshole.

"No, I'm not doing this shit." You shake your head. "Just— continue to stay away from me, okay? I'm better off without you." The words sting you, but it doesn't sting you as much as it stings Yoongi. You glare at him once more before you turn on your heel and begin walking down the street to head back to your dorm.

"Y/N! Wait up!" Clarice calls for you, eyeing Yoongi as she passes him to catch up with you down the street. "Hey, hey. You okay?" She swings her arm around you when she catches you silently crying to yourself. "What did he do, Y/N?"

"He fucking exists, that's what." You groan. "Ugh, fuck! I'm not supposed to be crying over his dumbass, I'm better than this Clarice— Why the fuck am I crying over it?" You break down, crouching down to your knees, causing Clarice to hover over you and pull you into a hug.

"Maybe you just need to let it out and stop forcing yourself to not feel anything."

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him." You bawled into your arms. "I hate him so much." She caressed your back. "But he still finds a way to mean so much to me."

"I think it's time for you two to talk."

"I can't. It's just better this way."

"Are you sure? Because look at you, Y/N. You're a mess, and this hasn't even been the first time you broke down about him. As much as you want to believe that you're fine without him, you're not. He was your bestfriend and I think you need him more than you even know yourself."

"He's doing fine without me."

"You don't know that, baby. Dudes are annoying as fuck because they can literally go on about their day and mask that shit well. If he's ready, let him explain. Hear him out. You both may be misunderstanding the entire situation." It takes you a good minute before you can finally gather yourself and make it back to your dorm room with Clarice.

She was right.

But you were so angry more than anything. You were angry and you weren't sure how you could get past it.

He left your side. 

And so the next day, you go about your day in class, staying quieter than usual during practice. For the most part, Coach Chu was always on your ass because of how vocal you were and how much you caught an attitude when things didn’t go the way you'd like it to. So, to see you this quiet, almost sullen even, concerns him. But, he already pressed you once and he wasn't gonna do it again to avoid irritating you any further.

You run the usual conditioning drills, practicing play by play before a final scrimmage game for the night. You push yourself hard like you always do, almost coming out of practice dry heaving from how tired you are. It was your bad habit though, you wouldn't quit until you got it right. Until you felt right. And unfortunately, it's another one of those nights where you feel unsatisfied with your performance. So, you take it upon yourself to continue practicing in the empty gym that was set to close within the next hour. You're tired out of your mind, and you know this is probably a bad idea, but you can't shake off the feeling of dissatisfaction. To you, that was the next worst thing. Right behind Yoongi.

You begin to work on your three pointers, lay ups and shots out of range before you start to play a scrimmage game with yourself.

"I'll play you." You suddenly hear, the sweat beads dripping down your forehead at this point. You watch Yoongi as he drops his water bottle off at the side of the court before walking over to you.

"Go away."

"Afraid you'll lose?"

"No, I just don't wanna play your ass." You shot up the ball, only for it to bounce off the backboard and land in Yoongi's hand.

"Ball up. Let's play till 10."

"Why the hell do you wanna play me, Yoongi? Don't you have a random chick to bone?"

"I'm clearly standing right in front of you aren't I? Quit fucking talking and play." He aggressively passes you the ball to check it in, you following suit, making the ball damn near bounce off of his chest with how hard you pass it back. He knew exactly how to rile you up.

You get into the zone quickly, trying to find some kind of redemption for the way you had been feeling lately. Redemption, validation, way to take the edge off— anything, really. It was only until the first person scored to 10, but Yoongi was putting up one hell of a fight, jet black hair parted down the middle and matted to his forehead from the sweat building up. You take the lead, sitting at 8 while Yoongi sat at a sad 6 points.

"Ball." You call out as you scored a layup, ramming yourself against the padded wall with the force you had put up.

"That's 10."

"Ball, Yoongi." You huffed and puffed.

"Stop, don't overwork yourself. You just got—"

"Suddenly you care? Stop being a pussy and pass me the goddamn ball." He furrows his brows as he passes you the ball, crouching down to meet you at eye level to try and guard you. You run towards the right of the court, pulling a pump fake before you pivot to get away from Yoongi's guard. You pivot hard and drive it up to the basket, only to fall on the wrong footing and twist your ankle on the way down. "Ouch, fuck!"

"Shit, Y/N!" Yoongi comes to your side, hand supporting your back as the other is on your ankle.

"I'm fine, leave me—"

"Stop being so fucking stubborn and let me help you." He says angrily. You don't say anything else while you fix your position on the floor. "Can you wiggle it at least?"

"Y-yeah." You wince as you wiggle your foot and roll it around a couple of times. Phew, at least this shit wasn't gone for good. But Coach Chu still wouldn't be happy to hear you sprained your ankle releasing your anger on Yoongi during a dumb game. Yoongi helps you stand, arm around your waist as he throws your arm around his neck and holds you steady by the wrist.

"Try walking on it."

"I can, but it hurts a little." Yoongi sighs.

"You just sprained it. Let's go get you some ice or something at the nursing center before going back to your dorm." You silently nod as you hang onto Yoongi for extra support, careful not to make the situation any worse than it already is. He has you sit on the chair within the nursing center, the nurse coming over to wrap your ankle nicely before giving you crutches and some instant hot compress to pop onto it. She orders for security to drive you two over to the dorm building in their go-cart so that you wouldn't have to do much walking on your foot while you focused on healing.

Yoongi doesn't leave your side, even after you've walked into your dark, empty dorm room, not really knowing where Clarice is at right now [possibly library]. He shuts your door and sits you on the edge of your bed, setting your crutches near your bed side and your instant hot compress.

"You need anything else?" Your head hangs low as you slightly chuckle and shake your head.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask him lowly before looking back up at him, tears clouding your vision. "Hm? Why, Yoongi?"

"You're hurt, why wouldn't I—"

"Hmm." You hum. "I'm hurt? So where the fuck were you after prom night? When I was hurt then, where the fuck have you been?" You began to cry.

"Y/N." His tongue swipes over his lips before he sighs. "I'm sorry." He says, close to a whisper.

"Are you? Because I don't think you really understand how bad you hurt me." You aggressively wipe away your tears while continuing to look at him, his body language soft and full of regret. "You didn't care about me."

"How could you say that? I cared—" He sighs as his head drops for a second. "I care about you more than you know."

"If you did then why the fuck was it so easy for you to drop me the way you did?!" You yelled. "You just don't do that to the people you care about, especially if it’s your bestfriend."

"Look, you're right. I have no excuse for the way I acted, and if I could turn back time to re-do it, I would. But I can't, and the only thing I can do is apologize and do my best to make it up to you." His bottom lip trembles as he steps closer to you, a small frown forming at the corners of his mouth.

"Yoongi." You cried. "I did everything for you, I stuck by you through everything, even during the times you didn't deserve that shit from me. But I stayed! I stood by you because you meant everything to me and god—" You groaned. "I needed you. I needed you and you weren't there! I fucking hate you for doing this shit to me but part of me will always have love for you no matter how fucked up the situation is. I will always drop everything for you. I will always care about you, and it's so unfair." It broke Yoongi's heart and he didn't know what to say, but he wraps his arms around you anyway, keeping you in a tight hug against his chest. He's surprised that you let him, even more surprised at how he feels your body soften under his touch.

"Fuck, I'm so, so sorry bub." He says lowly as he presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'm so sorry."

"Please don't ever go again." You cry against his chest.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna be right here." He says hugging you tighter. "You're the only one who's ever understood me, who's ever kept it real with me. I don't deserve you, but I know damn sure I'll work hard to make up for letting you go in the first place." He places another kiss on top of your head. "I'm right here. Not going anywhere. I'm so sorry."

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"THE STANFORD BOYS TAKE THE CHAMPIONSHIP!" The commentator screams into his mic, Yoongi running a lap around the court before he's cheering loudly with his teammates and joining the group hug. You run down the bleachers, dashing straight into Yoongi's arms while he swings you around.

"That's what I'm fucking talking about!" You squeal and giggle as Yoongi places you back down and plants multiple kisses around your face, hands resting on the small of your back.

"Let's get out of here." He whispers in your ear.

"I'll wait at your car, bighead." You wink, causing him to smile that gummy smile of his that you adore more than life itself.

There's obviously a huge party going on tonight to celebrate this huge achievement, but Yoongi says he doesn't wanna join for once. He's happy, yeah. But the way he wants to celebrate is in peace. After so long, he feels like he can finally say he's content with where his life is at and where it's going. He drives over to the nearest beach, backing into a space so the both of you could sit in the back and try catching all the shooting stars up above. Yoongi leans against the side of the trunk, allowing you to lay your head on his lap while you curled up beside him listening to the waves slowly crash against the sand.

"Saw one." He says, looking up at the sky.

"You're a punk, no you didn't."

"What?" He laughs. "How are you about to say that? I caught it with my own two eyes."

"Oop! I saw one!"

"Now that's a lie. I was looking up too."

"Shut up." You laugh, causing Yoongi to tickle you along the sides before he stops and plants a kiss on your lips. It's silent for a minute while the two of you take in the night view— The sky and ocean coming together as one, forming a view that seemed endless.

"Hey."

"Hm?" You hum as Yoongi's fingers gently brush through your hair.

"You know I love you right?"

"Ew with the sappy shit, Min Yoongi." He laughs.

"Seriously."

"I know." You smile up at him. "I love you too."

"Come here." He says softly, tugging you upwards. You sit up, allowing Yoongi to press his lips against yours. He pulls you in by your shirt, having you straddle his lap while he grips onto your hips and immediately grinds against you. You let out a small moan feeling how quickly he hardened, his cock hitting you in the right places as you continue to grind on him. "Fuck, wanna feel you babygirl."

"Here?"

"Yeah." He chuckles and bites onto his bottom lip.

"What, all of a sudden you're scared?"

"Fuck off." You fire back, releasing his hardened member from its confines as you stroke him gently. He tilts his head back in pleasure before tugging your shorts and panties to the side, enough for him to cop a feel of how wet you are.

"Baby's all wet."

"What're you gonna do about it?" You whisper against his lips, biting onto his bottom lip and pulling back slightly. He hisses at the sensation before he moves your hand from his cock and takes control. He pushes you upward, positioning you enough to line up with your entrance.

"Take this shit off."

"Yoongi, we're in public."

"So, you're all talk and no play."

"I hate you."

"Nobody's here." He groans. "Just take off your shorts, pleeease." He begs as he slowly strokes himself. You toss aside your shorts, Yoongi immediately hooking his finger at the bottom of your panties and tugging it aside in order to push himself into you. He does enough before he lets you do the rest of the work and sink down on his length, a gasp leaving your throat as you take all of him in. He grips your hips tightly, setting the pace as he groans into your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair resting at the nape of his neck.

"Shit, babe." You moan as you tilt your head back.

"Fuck, you always ride me so well." He presses light kisses against your neck before he's nipping at the surface.

"Godddd why do you feel so good?" You whimper.

"You like how I feel inside of you?" You nod. "Yeah? Like how my cock fills you up?"

"Never gonna get tired of it." You moan, Yoongi making you pick up the pace aggressively. Besides the waves crashing, the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin fills the car, along with your soft moans and Yoongi's groans. Your clit is constantly rubbing against him, causing the pleasure to build so quickly it becomes overwhelming. You try to hold off as much as you can but—

"My pretty baby. All I fucking need." He almost growls, the words enough to send you over the edge. You let out a loud moan, not even caring for the houses nearby as your orgasm hits hard and ripples throughout your body, sending aftershocks. Yoongi continues to have you ride him fast and hard, the overwhelming sensation causing a hint of pain to mix with more pleasure until  you feel him feel you up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groans as his nails dig into your skin, giving two good thrusts upwards into you to help ride out his high. You both sit in the position for a minute, trying to come back down from your highs. Yoongi gives you a delicate peck on the lips, smiling into the kiss before he pulls away. "Swear you're all I need."

"See, I don't know if I could say the same." He smacks your ass as you hike up and off of him to put on your shorts.

"Take it back."

"I'm kidding." You blush.

"My ride or die. Are you with me?"

"Always have been. Are you?"

"You know I am."

"Good. You know it takes two." He smiles before pulling you into another hug and pressing a kiss against your temple.

[seonghwasriceball]

Enhypen Reaction

To being jealous

Lee Heeseung

A difficult guy to make jealous, I think. Like, it's Lee Heeseung. It doesn't get much better than that. But, anyway, he wouldn't get jealous in a "Someone was flirting with my s/o, what if they woo them and I lose them" kind of way, but more in a "My s/o is giving someone else attention, and I want them to pay attention to me" sort of way.

You were at Enhypen's dorm to spend some time with your boyfriend, but the maknae line had called you away to play a game with them because they were tired of only interacting with people in their group. And for the first little while Heeseung was fine with it, happy even, he loved seeing that you and his group mates got along well, but after two hours, he was getting lonely. He didn't like that you were spending more time with the youngest three than with him, because you were there to spend time with him in the first place. At first, he sat in the room and stared at you for a while, hoping you'd get the hint, but when that didn't work, he went away to sulk in the bedroom. After about twenty minutes of self pity, Heeseung began to feel guilty, because he was the eldest, and therefore he should be more mature than this, and after all, they are kids. They need to interact with people, they're still growing and developing. But the way you hugged Riki when he lost a round instead of hugging him made Heeseung sad. So, instead of whining into his pillow, he texted you to ask if you'd come spend time with him any time soon, and started giggling and wriggling about when you told him you'd finish that round of whatever it was you guys were playing and you're all his. When you finally came and laid down next to him on the bed, he had the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face, and he basically pinned you to the bed with his body, his face in your neck, voice slightly muffled when he said,

"Hope you peed before you got here, because I'm not letting go any time soon."

To sum up, Heeseung will get quiet, then disappear when jealous. He'll recognise and acknowledge the feeling, and then feel bad and immature for it, but cuddles and reassurances from you make it all better.

Jay Park

Jay is more easily jealous than Heeseung, but again, not in an insecure way, but in a "this guy has the audacity to flirt with and touch my s/o? Nah, I don't think so" and a "that should be me with my arm around their shoulder" kinda way.

So, you were out with Jay shopping, and whilst in one of the shops, you met a classmate who was always kind of flirty with everyone but had been much more forward with you specifically over the past few weeks. It had made you pretty uncomfortable, but he wouldn't stop. You had told Jay about it when it would not let up, and he had asked if you wanted him to do anything about it but respected your wishes when you said no and that you just wanted to vent. But now, this guy was right in front of him, flirting with you and taking your hand to play with your fingers, ignoring Jay and his arm around your waist. When you took your hand back, and he reached out to take it in his again, Jay decided he had enough. Slapping his hand away and glaring at him, Jay pulled you closer to his body and proceeded to tell the guy off.

"They are quite clearly in a relationship, dude. And on top of that, extremely uncomfortable with you. Take a hint and back off, have some self-awareness."

Overall, Jay doesn't really get insecure kind of jealous, more of a protective kind of jealous. He just wants people to know you're taken, and above all, he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. I want one

Jake Sim

Cliché, I know, but I will push the soft boy Jake agenda as far as I can. Jake doesn't get jealous much; he loves and trusts you way too much for that. He wouldn't put his entire heart and soul into you if he didn't. But, sometimes, he'll see you post a picture with some friends, or see you talking with them so freely and excitedly, or you'll mention one name more frequently than usual. He'll start thinking about how being an idol means you can't do all that stuff with him out in the open, and he can't always be there for you when you need him like that one guy from your class can. So, he gets sad and starts to close in on himself. He's more quiet than usual and doesn't joke around with the boys as much.

After class, you had gone straight to the dorm to congratulate your boyfriend and his group on their successful promotions stream fever. You were currently telling Jake about your day because he always insisted you tell each other everything, just to stay as connected as possible. You mentioned one name a lot more than you usually did during your story because you were set up to do a project in pairs, and he was your partner. The guy in question was a classmate you were sort of friends with, but not entirely. Like, if you didn't know anyone else in a room and he was there, you wouldn't feel uncomfortable sitting next to and talking with him, but you wouldn't go out of your way to eat lunch with him, so you had never really mentioned him much before, but he had made a hilarious mistake when working together, which you thought would make Jake laugh, so you told him all about it. When you finished, you excused yourself to the bathroom, and that left Jake alone with his thoughts. He began thinking about how this guy makes you laugh, and is in your class, and can spend so much more time with you, and he started to get really sad. When you came back, you recognised the look on his face immediately and went to sit on his lap and tell him about how much you missed him and how you wish he could be the one doing the project with you. Good intentions, didn't work. That sort of just highlighted the fact that he was missing out on time with you. When you saw it was just getting worse, you resorted to the most fool-proof method you could think of - you began kissing him all over his face and telling him that you're so proud of everything he's doing. You don't mind the long periods of time apart because you wanted him to do what he loves and that you'll always be waiting for him when he has time off. If that doesn't seem to work (it usually does), you would tackle him down on the bed and cuddle him, basically like a koala on its tree. Arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, your nose against his ear, telling him every three seconds that he was your favourite thing ever.

"Thank you for staying with me no matter what, baby. I love you so much."

Yeah, he gets sad, but you just cling onto him and force it into him that you love him; he'll soon be back to the happy little Aussie boy we all know and love.

Park Sunghoon

How are you gonna make Sunghoon jealous, huh? How are you going to find someone who could live up to that? That's right, you won't. The only way Sunghoon is going to get jealous is if you're sitting really close with somebody else who could possibly be as good a boyfriend to you as him. Like, say you have a guy best friend who you're really close to, and you're sitting on the couch with your legs over his lap. This guy knows you almost as well as Sunghoon does, and you're clearly comfortable with him like you are with Sunghoon, so it's entirely possibly that if he were to make a move, you'd be up for it. That's really the only scenario I think Sunghoon would get jealous in. Of course, he won't say anything, tsundere Sunghoon ain't about that. He'll probably just come sit next to you and make some sort of physical contact that gets across the message of, "My s/o, I love you, even though I don't verbally tell you all the time."

You were over at the boys' dorm, just cause, and were watching a movie with your best friend, Jay, and boyfriend, Sunghoon. You had known Jay for much longer, and in all those years you had been best friends it just became natural that you would invade his personal space, so when you put your legs over his, and leaned back on Sunghoon, neither one thought much of it. Sunghoon got up about halfway through the movie to get a refill on his drink, and you just let your body flop down in his place, legs still on top of Jay's, who now had his hand over your knee. Sunghoon thought nothing of it, until he got back, when a specific line was said on the screen. You and Jay said it in perfect unison and then burst out laughing. Sunghoon recognised the line as one you and Jay would say to each other all the time, it had become an inside joke between you two that neither of you ever explained to anyone, so you always looked like a couple of weirdos to everyone. Everyone except for Sunghoon, who saw that and couldn't help but think about how Jay knew you throughout all of your life, and he was relatively new to you, and got kind of insecure. But, he knew you wouldn't choose Jay over him romantically, but he still didn't see any harm in showing you both who was really your favourite boy. So, instead of lifting the top half of your body and sliding underneath so you were once again leaning against him, Sunghoon picked you up from the couch completely, and sat back down with you in his lap, making sure your body was slightly turned away from Jay. For the rest of the movie he sat there with his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist, giving you little kisses on your neck every so often.

"Mmmm, isn't this so much more comfortable than before, Y/n?"

All in all, Sunghoon doesn't get jealous often, and when he does, he refuses to admit to it. But, you know. Everyone knows.

Kim Sunoo

HO, BOY, when Sunoo gets jealous, he gets JEALOUS. And, what's more, he makes sure you know. He makes sure the person making him jealous knows. He makes sure everyone in the room knows. He'll start doing aegyo for you, then turn to the guy with a disgusted look on his face, you know the one, the very Sunoo one. Then he'll turn back to you and ask you how cute you think he is, then has the BALLS to ask who you think is better looking, him or the guy who was trying to flirt, and he doesn't even acknowledge them as a threat, he just wants to show them that he has you whipped because he does.

You were hanging out outside with Sunoo when someone came up to you and started flirting, eventually asking for your number. Obviously, you instantly declined and turned to grab Sunoo's arm to leave before he got all competitive, but, alas, it was too late. 4Sunoo was already giving this guy The Looktm. Sighing internally, you just decided you would enjoy the show and pull Sunoo away before he emotionally destroyed this guy. At first, it was just some light scolding. 'They shut you down when you started flirting, what makes you think they'll give you their number?' and 'Couldn't you see they were clearly with someone. We were holding hands, are you blind?' but then he busts out the aegyo, asking you if you would really leave him for some rando off the street, finally turning back to the guy, and telling him once and for all to get lost, before he grabbed your arm and flounced away. You were positive that, had his hair been long enough, he would have ended with a sassy hair flick. and now I must manifest long hair Sunoo real quick

"You really thought you did something there, huh? Newsflash, they've been trying to shut you down nicely since you looked their way."

Yeah, he ain't having none of it.

Yang Jungwon

my SON As much as Jungwon wants to appear mature in your relationship, he's still just a kid, and kids emotions get the best of them sometimes, so yeah, he gets jealous. He gets jealous like Heeseung, in that he wants all your attention, and like Jay because he wants to be the one who's holding on to you, and like Jake, because he knows that he can't spend as much time with you as is ideal, because not only is he an idol, but he is a leader, and therefore has more responsibility than just another classmate you know. So a jealous Jungwon is a sad, insecure Jungwon pls my heart I just want him to smile and never feel sad ever, I will punch his emotions for him if he needs it, he activates such big caring older sister feelings in me, more so than my actual little brother

Enhypen had finished their schedules for the day in the mid-afternoon, so instead of just lounging at the dorm, Jungwon decided he'd pick you up from school and take you to get something to eat. He texted you beforehand to make sure you didn't have any schedule clashes that might get in the way. He waited in the company vehicle while student streamed out of the building, watching to spot you. When he did, he didn't like what he saw. You had exited the building with a boy he had never seen before, laughing and joking. You were actually being quite boisterous, pushing and pulling each other, he could hear your laughter from where he was in the car park. He always loved that sound, and he was happy you were having fun, but he wished like hell that it was him you were hiving fun with. He wanted to mess up your hair and then trip you over and laugh as you stumbled, he wanted to be the one telling you the jokes that made you laugh so hard you had to bend over. When he saw you jump on the other guys back was when he had had enough. He got his manager who was driving to honk the car horn, and got out of the car and waved at you. When you recognised the figure in the mask and bucket hat, Jungwon saw your eyes light up like a Christmas tree right before you started sprinting towards him, without even saying goodbye to your classmate. When you were finally within hugging distance, you launched yourself at your boyfriend, telling him how much you loved and missed him, and how boring everything was without him. Just your natural reaction to Jungwon's presence was enough to calm his insecurities, and he calmly told you that he had missed you as well. It wasn't until later, when he was dropping you off at home did he ask about what was happening with your classmate at school.

"So, who was that guy you left the school building with?"

Baby gets jealous easily, but is also comforted really easily, to the point you never even realise he was jealous in the first place.

Nishimura Riki

Riki is not having it. He doesn't even give the jealousy a chance to creep upon him. If he wants your attention, he's asking for it. If he needs reassurance, he tells you. If he is ever uncomfortable with the way somebody else is touching you, he makes his objections known. He doesn't see the point of keeping this all to himself and worrying about it when he could talk to you and sort it all out. He has more important things to worry about, like whose bed he's going to invade that night or when he's next going to get his fix of bungeoppang. A lot of times, if you're interacting with someone in a way that makes him feel jealous, he'll just pick you up and carry you away, usually just to plop you down in the next room and take a nap on your shoulder.

You were backstage at Inkigayo, waiting for Riki to finish getting his makeup done, so you talked to Sunoo for a while. You actually found out you had quite a lot in common and were bonding over your shared interests for so long that you didn't even notice when Riki was let out of the makeup artists chair. He came and sat next to you, but you didn't acknowledge him, which was fine with him; he didn't want to interrupt such an animated conversation. When Sunoo suggested exchanging numbers so you guys could continue your conversation later, Riki began to feel that tiny bit strange. As he watched you enter your numbers on each other's phones and then Sunoo walk off to get his makeup done, he recognised what was happening and decided to put a stop to it. When Heeseung came up to try and talk to you both, Riki just straight up ignored him as he stood up and lifted you up by your armpits to take you to the corner of the room where he sat you on top of the dressing table and just pressed his face into your neck, muffledly complaining that you liked Sunoo more. Carefully, you ran your fingers through his hair and told him you could only see Sunoo as a friend and that the number was literally just so you guys could gush over Anne With an E when you got home that night.

"All these guys do is take up your time away from me. I hate them. You're never allowed to speak to anyone but me ever again."

Yeah. Riki doesn't take no sh*t when it comes to things cutting into his cuddling time.

[herherteartear]

blanket kick

précis— Peter's not the suave man he would hope to be in front of his crush. instead, he's a blushing mess that haunts his memories and causes him to take out his frustrations on his blanket. luckily, you prefer cherry cheeks over smooth lines any day.

pairing— Peter Parker x enhanced!maximoff!reader

a/n— this is my first standalone written story and my first time writing for marvel! i hope you guys enjoy thisss<3 i'm also open to creating drabbles to continue this if anyone's interested????! pls enjoy and pls comment and let me know ur thoughts!!!

there are many ways to describe Peter Parker, but none could ever wholly capture the true essence of the boy

besides the obvious stuff,, his intelligence , his insanely good looks , his teenage awkwardness,,

it was a hard feat to string along words to describe the way he carries himself , the way he is with others , the way his heart loves with the same ability a sponge soaks up water and soap

Peter's had crushes before

perhaps more than he'd like to admit

(can't blame the boy, who gave Ty Lee the right be that cute!?)

but when he sees her, his heart begins to swell and suddenly, he forgets how to breathe..

or how to think... talk. y'know normal human stuff

in all honesty, Peter has tried his absolute hardest to block out their first meeting from his memories

he doesn't regret meeting her, of course not! never would he even repent that embarrassingly wonderful day

he only wishes it would've gone a little differently

let's set the scene, shall we?

the sun was shining brightly, the sky was a Carolina blue, the clouds were the prettiest porcelain color, rimmed with lace

Peter was riding in an awfully silent car that Happy was driving to the airport. despite being terrified of what's to come,, the fight Mr. Stark had recruited him for,, the boy was thoroughly enjoying this adventure.

the car came to a stop, which did little for Peter's nerves. he gathered his courage before stepping out, eyes squinting at the brightness of the yellow sun. once his eyes adjusted, they landed on the prettiest head of hair he had ever seen

(although he did think the same for Hermione Granger)

Peter had never been on a plane before that day. but even then, his sparkling eyes stayed trained on her,, completely ignoring the brilliant private jet behind her

"oh? Happy, i thought it was just us?" her voice made Peter's ears burn. he swallowed thickly. you blinked at Peter, curious but also intrigued , you smiled.

to which Peter choked. on air. your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"a-are you okay?"

"god, kid, get ahold of yourself."

"i-i'm okay! it's– i'm– i'm fine!" Peter quickly stuttered out.

"well, Yn, this is– uh,, what's your name again?" Happy turned towards the boy who's cheeks were now redder than a firetruck.

"oh! i'm Peter– Peter Parker. it's nice to meet you- not that i don't know you. well i don't, y'know not personally. but like from the news.. not that i believe the news! they're awful to you, but i mean i guess i do sometimes– but never about what they say about you–"

"i'm Yn Maximoff. it's nice to meet you too, Peter." you cut him off before Happy strangled the cute boy. you had an amused smile

he was cute

finally getting on the plane, Peter had hoped he would be able to sit far away from you and wallow in his embarrassment,

maybe sneak a glance or two.. imagine a couple of scenarios where he wasn't a doofus,

but that's not quite what happened.

after witnessing just how much the new kids was able to ramble,, Happy was not about to spend a whole ass plane ride remotely close to him

so he took it upon himself to make the kiddies sit together.. much to Peter's dismay.

like!!? did Happy not see how Peter crashed and burned in font of you?!

you, on the other hand,, had the opposite reaction.

being the youngest avenger, you don't get to be around people your age too much,, which isn't something you're complaining about!!

you totally made the decision to be an avenger and you happily welcomed the consequences..

that didn't mean you didn't get lonely at times. especially now with the accords and the team breaking up., things got a whole lot more lonely

your sister, Wanda, had made her choice to leave the compound. you completely understood why, but a part of you had hoped she would've taken you with her

although, staying at the compound did ensure your safety.

it was a weird time for the avenger's , it felt wrong for you to say some of your teammates were criminals

it left a sour taste in your mouth

you glanced from the window seat to see Peter nervously wringing his fingers. you frowned.

"are you okay?" you asked, gently. Peter's eyes widened and his heart jumped to his throat. he wanted to say something, something cool or aloof, something that would make up for his ranting earlier

"i've never been on a plane before." Peter squeaked out. he dropped his shoulders, rolling his eyes at himself. that was the highest pitch he had ever heard his voice. you took in his clearly anxious posture.

"lets switch seats? maybe looking out the window will help you." you stated. before Peter could quickly shake his head, because how rude would it be of him to take your seat?, you were already stood up.

"oh god!" Peter breathed. he quickly shifted over to the seat you once occupied. he wanted to put up more of a fight, but the way you were swaying due to the turbulence, made his palms sweat in fear for your safety.

"you, like, swing from buildings and stuff, right?" you asked. he turned to you with a nod. "are you afraid of heights? or do you just not like planes?"

oh god. oh. no. you thought– you thought he was scared of being on the plane. Peter wanted to shrink in a hole and hide. you probably thought he was such a baby! that he could handle swinging from hundreds of feet in the air, but a plane is where he drew the line?

but what else is he supposed to say? 'oh, no! it's not the plane I'm scared of. it's just your beautiful smile and the way you smell like cocoa that gets me sweating'

wtf.

that was so wrong in so many ways.

"um, no, no. i'm okay, just– just a little nervous, is all." Peter tried to force out a chuckle. but it come out more like a cough. you mouth formed an 'o.'

"ohh, okay." you paused before your eyes lit up. "how about we play a game? to distract you?"

"o– okay.."

"can you talk with spiders?" Peter lifted his eyes from looking at his hands hovering above yours,; he let out a much more relaxed laugh than earlier.

you took advantage of his distraction to swiftly bring your palm from underneath his and slap the top of Peter's hand. he jumped.

"ouch!" he playfully pouted. you eyes glanced down at his lips. you giggled nervously. your hand went to hover over his, him now being the one to do the slapping. "of course i can't talk to spiders! i– i feel like i should probably be able to shape-shift into a spider in order for that to happen, y'know?"

you nodded thoughtfully. "that's true.. you didn't hear this from me, but i heard there's an Ant-Man going around." Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

"no way! that's crazy! does he like turn into an ant?" you bumped his hand with yours in order to get his attention back to the game. his hand burned at the feeling

"i don't know-" you said in a singsong tone. "it's just what's being said around the compound." you quickly slid your hands to avoid Peter's attack. he huffed.

"how are you so good at this?" he knitted his eyebrows to focus on how to attack quickly without hurting you.

"it's a game i used to play with my brother and sister." you answered. Peter finally took his chance to slap your hands, to which you squealed excitedly as you had tried to move in time. Peter and you fell into a fit of giggles.

you both leaned against your seats, still facing each other. your hands fell on top of Peter's.

the brown haired boy quickly slid his hand out from under yours, not because he didn't enjoy the contact, but because he was worried you'd feel how clammy his hands were

you frowned slightly at the loss of contact.

"a– are we really fighting your sister?" Peter wondered out loud, without a second thought.

you shifted uncomfortably. Peter quickly noticed; his heart sped up and he mentally scolded himself for being so inconsiderate.

"not because i think she's evil! i mean,, i know that's what the news says.. but they also think Spider-Man's like thirty. and i'm not thirty! its just everything's crazy right now.. with the accords., i can't even imagine how you're feeling! probably terrible.. oh, g od wait, not terrible, i'm s–"

you had been watching with an endearing look in your eye. you had come to find that you enjoy watching Peter ramble.

his eyes would become unsettled and shaky, his body would begin to become more and more animated, but his voice

gosh, his voice was something you wanted to listen to for the rest of your life

but you could tell he was getting more and more skittish. so you put him out of his misery

"terrible probably wouldn't be my go-to word, it's up there though.. at least i got to meet you." you smiled softly.

Peter's eyes ran over your soft features. night had fallen, so the windows of the plan displayed an almost picturesque display of the moon and stars. the light hue of color the moon provided painted your face in a way that clouded Peter's thoughts.

with your comment of being grateful to have met him, Peter wasn't in control of his mouth for much longer.

"so pretty." he breathed. both of you guys froze.

Peter's face quickly morphed from love-sick to mortified. you blushed violently.

deciding you didn't want Peter to fall into another rant-like apology (because if you got to listen to him talk for that long in this setting, you might just drop the 'L' word) , you said,

"let's watch a movie?"

the two of you sat, shoulder to shoulder, watching Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, but being too hyper aware of their thighs pressed together and brushing hands to actually pay attention

upon arrival, both teenagers walked off the plane, sleep deprived , but with thumping hearts and dazed grins.

Peter threw himself on his hotel bed that night,, hiding under the covers

his thoughts replayed your interaction over and over (and over and over) in his head

the boy shoved his head, face first, into the stiff hotel pillow and let out a muffled groan

Peter flipped himself over, stared at the ceiling, before remembering his spouts of unnecessarily long explanations

he thrashed his body, kicking his poor blanket in frustration but most of all, out of embarrassment

he calmed himself down once his memories refreshed themselves over your gentle giggles and how soft your hands were

Peter fell asleep with cherry red cheeks and a blissful grin.

because despite those small mess ups, despite the futile way he beat his covers in humiliation, Peter treasures that day like no other.

[dreamescapeswriting]

The Coordinates Of My Heart ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

GENRE: Angst, fluffy ending, established relationship

PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader

It was no secret that Jungkook had tattoos all over his body, everyone had seen them by now but not every single tattoo that covered him. There was one very secret tattoo that nobody except for you and Jungkook knew about...Well, you, Jungkook and his ex-girlfriend that was. It was only a small tattoo on his left peck but it was one of the biggest mistakes Jungkook had ever made in his life, the whole time he was getting his collection of tattoos he swore he would never have someone's name tattooed onto his body and yet there it sat. Black ink across his peck with her name in cursive writing with a small heart attached at the end, "SeoJun" The tattoo bothered you a lot but you would never let that show in front of Jungkook. You'd been dating for almost three years now so you never brought it up except for the first time he showed you. He wanted you to know that she meant nothing to him anymore but that it was there and something he had to deal with. 

It was still a crushing feeling to see another girls name tattooed on his body and him always saying that he would never do it again, never tattoo a name across him anywhere on his body. You knew he was thinking rationally but there was a part of you inside that cried out to know why he wouldn't put your name on himself instead but the other part of you thought rationally. He probably didn't want to chance it by getting your name tattooed anywhere on himself and having the relationship fall through. 

"Baby I'm so tired," Jungkook groaned that morning as he walked down the stairs to you in the living room he was shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, you were trying to convince him to go swimming with you. It was his week off from the studio, he took it off to spend time with you but for the last six days he'd done nothing but lay in bed gaming or go out to dinner with his friends, or hang out with the boys. 

"I'm only asking for this one thing baby...Please! I don't want to go alone." You giggled to him as you tugged on his hands trying to convince him to go with you, he looked at you tiredly as he shook his head.

"I'm busy today," He mumbled as he took his arm out of your grasp, ignoring the look of confusion written across your face as he walked into the kitchen. Jungkook hadn't told you he'd made plans with anyone which was why you'd woken him up in the first place if you'd have known he was busy you would have left him. Following after him, you went into the kitchen and he began to make himself something to eat,

"Busy with what? We haven't hung out all week, you said you took the week off to spend time with me." You uttered you knew it probably sounded as though you were being childish but right now you didn't care, you'd missed your boyfriend and this week it felt like you saw him less than you did when he was actually working. 

"I actually said I took the week off to relax, so far I haven't done any of that." He grumbled as he began pouring himself a bowl of cereal, not meeting your eyes as he spoke. Rolling your eyes at him you shook your head, 

"You've relaxed plenty, all you've done is game and sleep...As well as go to lunch, or spent time with friends...W-What if we went for walk instead? Namjoon said he found this really cute hiking trail..." You trailed off when you realised Jungkook was more interested in the phone that was sitting in his hand than he was in listening to you talk to him. The thought of him ignoring you was heartbreaking enough, you began to overthink everything, maybe he was getting bored of being with you...

"But of course, I wouldn't want to take you away from what is really important." You grumbled to him referring to the phone before storming out of the kitchen and into the living room to grab your swimming bag to go alone since he wasn't that bothered about you anymore.

"Are you upset because I won't hang out with you?! We don't have to be around each other 24/7 Y/n." He followed you into the living room staring into your eyes as he waited for you to say something back to him. He didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as the way it was.

"No, but it would be nice if my own boyfriend wanted to do something with me. Watch a movie, go for a walk, order food. All you've been bothered about is gaming or hanging with the guys, we haven't done anything this week." He rolled his eyes at you before going back into the kitchen without another word in your direction. You knew it wasn't supposed to start a fight but there was a part inside of you that wanted answers from him. 

"Tell me I'm wrong then. Tell me one time this week you've even wanted or offered to hang out with me." You stated as you walked back into the kitchen, he put his bowl down into the sink shaking his head at you. 

"I've been busy. I'm doing stuff all week, I don't need you jumping down my neck-" He stopped talking when his phone began to ring on the table in front of him for a second you could have sworn a panicked look spread across his face. Out of habit your eyes glanced down to see who it was but as soon as you saw the name you wish you hadn't. SEOJUN. Was written across the screen in big bold writing with a broken heart beside her name just like the tattoo Jungkook had only the heart was broken. 

"W-Why is she calling you?" Instead of answering you Jungkook just turned the phone over so you couldn't see it and shook his head at the question. 

"Jungkook..." You whispered feeling insecure at the thought of him starting to see her again, it wasn't that you didn't trust him. It was Seojun that you didn't trust. She was manipulative and cunning. She always got whatever it was she wanted if she used the right way on Jungkook it was like she had a spell on him.

"Y/n it's not what it looks like, she's just started to say sorry to me that's all. She wants to make up for all the awful things that happened, she opened up her new shop so I've been going to help-" The look on your face made Jungkook stop talking instantly and he knew he fucked up, it was a look of sadness and anger as you realised he'd been spending all of his time with her. 

"S-So you've been spending time with her? On your week off..." He nodded his head slowly not wanting to lie to you about where he had been anymore, 

"Because I knew if I told you, you would be upset-" He tried to rationalise it but you cut him off,

"Of course I would! You've been spending all of your free time with your ex-girlfriend and lying to me about it!" You yelled out as you stared down at his phone, it was starting to ring again but you both ignored it this time letting it go to voicemail.

"I was just helping out with her shop, she's straightened herself out." You scoffed at the thought of it all and the phone began to ring again, it was clear she wasn't going to quit calling him until he finally answered her call. 

"So she's trying to get back with you?" You questioned as you stared at him folding your arms over your chest,

"No! She's trying to say sorry..." You rolled your eyes at the statement, at how naive he was being about all of it and began walking away from him not wanting to listen to this.

"Am I not allowed, friends?!" He snapped at you making you turn to face him you were angrier now at the fact that he was making it seem like you were forcing him not to talk to her, 

"You can be friends with whoever you want...B-But didn't you think about how this would make me feel? Seeing her again? When she's literally tattooed across your chest?!" He heard the crack in your voice as you stormed out of the door, leaving him alone in the world of his own thoughts. He knew how much the tattoo hurt you even if you refused to show him that sometimes, he groaned picking up his phone to her. 

"I'll be running late today, come by about 2 pm? The place will be empty and it'll be just me and you, like old times." He sighed as he heard her voice down the other side of the phone, 

"We should stop, she's suspicious..." He whispered to Seojun as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door, you were sitting in the car so he walked up the stairs to talk. 

You whimpered as you got into your car, starting up the engine and driving off towards the pool. You didn't even need to go, you just had to be out of the house for a while to let your brain cool down from what was happening, you were probably just overreacting to it all. 

When you came in after swimming the house was empty, all of the lights were off so you knew Jungkook must have been out or up in bed asleep but it was only 7 pm so that was unlikely true. You dropped your keys down in the small bowl by the front door and kicked off your shoes wanting nothing more than to snuggle up beside Jungkook and say sorry for that morning but he wasn't there so you went for the next best thing. Having a shower and curling up in one of his shirts while you waited for him to come home, you'd left him some texts but if he was still upset about this morning you doubted he would answer you. 

As you walked into the kitchen you saw a note on the door, 

Went out to think. Don't wait up. Love you. x x x JJK x x x You smiled halfheartedly as you read the note from him to you and screwed it up before putting it into the bin. All you had to do was remind yourself that Jungkook loved you, he would never do anything to hurt you.

Later that night Jungkook pulled up outside the house and saw your car, 

"I'll call you later, Y/n's home so I'm going to talk to her if she's awake," Jungkook said to Seojun who hummed before hanging upon him. He shut the door carefully and headed up to the front door, it was almost 12 pm so you were most likely asleep in bed but when he walked into the living room you were out cold on the sofa. Draped in one of his jumpers and a pair of shorts with a blanket around you, the TV was playing to itself all of their Bangtan bombs and he smiled to himself. At least you weren't too angry at him to fall asleep to his voice, he turned off the TV and headed into the kitchen. 

A small hissing noise made you wake up when you heard small grunts of pain, 

"Guk?" You moaned out as you rubbed your eyes, the kitchen light was on and the moaning was coming from there. Terror ripped through you at the thought of him and someone else being in there together but Jungkook would never do that...Would he? Slowly sliding off the sofa you tip-toed into the kitchen to see Jungkook with his back to you, he was hissing as he pulled something off his chest, 

"Kookie? What's going on?" Jungkook jumped as your voice suddenly filled the air, he turned to face you and you saw what he was struggling to do. There was fresh clingfilm wrapped around his chest along with some pads, 

"Jungkook?" You frowned walking further into the kitchen as you helped him take off the cling film, 

"I did something." He mumbled as he took your hands into his own to stop you from removing the rest of it all, 

"We have to talk..." You stared into his eyes waiting for him to continue and he looked down, 

"I know how much the tattooed bothered you without you saying anything...That's the reason I've been seeing Seojun so much, she runs her own tattoo parlour instead of working for other people now..." You remembered him telling you once that she worked as a tattooist in someone else's shop, 

"S-So you went to her to get a tattoo done? Why didn't you tell me?" He let go of your wrists and allowed you to keep unwrapping the clingfilm until it got to the end and the flower could be seen, 

"Because we were working on something I couldn't tell you about," Sitting on his left peck, covering the entire muscle was a huge tattoo of your birth flower. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you stared at the masterpiece, 

"The best part." He whispered as he took your hand carefully and lead it over to the middle of his chest, written in small black in were some coordinates. 

"Do you know what that is?" You stared at them with a frown on your face shaking your head at him trying to work it out, 

"It's the coordinates of where I first told you that I loved you," You stared at the coordinates before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and dragging him into a passionate kiss. Tugging him closer to you until he hissed out in pain, 

"S-Sorry, the tattoo is sore." He chuckled as you looked at it again, 

"Where's your cream? I'll apply it and then we can go to bed?" You questioned as he nodded at you, telling you where the cream he used for all his tattoo's was kept and went to sit on the sofa for you. Smiling happily as he waited for you to come back to him.

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Chapter 7 - Autumn Coat

It's been a few months since you started to work as a caretaker, nothing grand happened, but the times you left for your break once every 14 days, you always come back to a crying Keigo, and a missing mother.

The last time he wrecked the house, there was glass on the floor, footprints on the ceiling, walls painted with... wine? jelly? blood? You don't know, but it was hell to clean, which of course you made lil birb help too.

By questioning him after cleaning everything and then cleaning him, you discovered that his "mother" gave him coffee, and A LOT of it, and went her merry way to meet with someone.

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To say that you were pissed was a mistake, you were furious, but the commission didn't let you reprehend her, so you had to teach him to not eat and drink something that his mother gave to him, without knowing what it was, and that if he drank coffee he would stop growing, which made him cry, but you promised a day outside with him, where they would eat out, maybe go to a mall, and he could have anything that he wanted.

It was his first time going out to have fun, instead of just going to the gym, or the doctor appointment, so with the 'okay card' from your boss you took him for a stroll, which is why there is a very excited Keigo jumping on your bed at 6am.

"COME. OOOOON!!! WE STILL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY AHEAD OF US!" he shouted while jumping up and down on your bed, his wings flapping behind him.

"Hun, what time it is?" you yawned and sat on the bed.

"It's 6AM! On a Monday!!!"

"I wish you would be this easy to wake up every day, it would make my mornings easier" you huff and got up. "Go wash your face, I will get changed and come to help you change yourself."

"I don't need help! I'm a big boy! I can change myself!" he pouted and crossed his arms.

You smiled at him, seeing how much he opened up to you in comparison to the first day, when he would tremble form how scared he was, and how he talked so little. "I know you can, but you need to put warmer clothes than normal, and it would be better if you didn't pick that awful t-shirt again"

"The one that his written 'Daddy's little boy' with the Endevour's face?" he tilted his head a little.

"Exactly, that one! Now go, we will eat breakfast outside today."

"Woo-hoo!" he raised both hands and was about to jump down to the floor when you held him back and fills his face with kisses "Let me go mommy!" he giggles a lot, and you keep doing it until you decide to release him.

"THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!" You shout and jumps up "If you aren't on your bedroom in 15 seconds the world is going to END!" You say dramatically and open's the door to the laundry room "1... 2... 3... aaaaaand... he's gone" as soon as you opened the door and started the countdown he flew off your small home to his room.

After fixing your bed and washing your face, you went to get changed and choose something comfy, some black jeans, a long sleeved red shirt, a black purse and your favorite beige coat that had white fur on it.

You went to his room to get him ready when you were surprised by the scene, him, Keigo, your baby birb, the cute little shit that was getting more confident with each training, that had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

On the floor, curled up in a ball, with a few drops of blood on the ground of the floor, and his mother with her hand in the air, like she was about to hit him...

The world was turning slowly, almost stopping, after three movements of your finger, the one that the nail was always painted black, the dame that had cut the wall.

As the world was moving slowly, you were moving like normal.

5... you calmly walked to Keigo

4... you took him on your arms

3... you put him on the bed

2... you took the pillow case from the pillow

1... you tied both of the hands of Keigo's mother.

The world was back to normal, and Keigo blinked looking at what was now his mother on the ground and you on top of her mobilizing her, while he was no longer on the floor, but on his new fluffy bed that you picked for him "so quick..." he mumbles and look at you with admiration.

You took your phone from your purse, and sat on top of her back "Hello? You saw from the cameras, didn't you? Yeah... I think she needs a few days of vacation... about a week? Okay I let her on the couch then? Thank you, good bye" you turn off the cellphone and look at Keigo who was mouth agape looking at you with shiny eyes. "Let's go?" You smile and pick him up.

"YOU WERE SO AWESOME!!! And didn't you told me to change my clothes?" He hugged your neck

"We can just buy it on the mall but... outside is really cold..." you put him back on the bed and took off your coat "here, I'll lend you my favorite coat, please take good care of it"

He sniffs the coat and is meet by the soft smell of lavender and sweetened coffee.

He looks at you with shiny eyes, "okay!"

You pick him up again and hold his mother's ankle while you drag her to the living room. "Tomorrow is your trainer's day off, so today you can sleep later"

"Woo-hoo!!"

You chuckle and let the woman on the couch, then you go out with him.

"Let's have breakfast and then go out and about"

You carried him to the car, and there you put him on the backseat and when you were going to buckle him up he stopped you.

"Let me do it! I'm a big boy" you nod and watch as he struggles, but after some time does it.

"Good job" you kiss his forehead and goes to the front seat.

As you drive around you put some kids pop, which he sang along to the Disney songs from the movies you showed him.

As you stop at a café that you liked, "Let's go?" He unbuckles himself, and you open the door to him, picking him up again

"I can walk!"

"Not with that bare feet of yours" you tickle his feet which makes him squirm and giggle.

Walking in you take a sit and sat Keigo beside you. "You can get anything, ask away" you took the menu and give it to him "since you learn how to read better I'm sure you can pick what you want"

"Okay!..." he spends 20 minutes  choosing his food, which ended up being a chicken breast sandwich and a soda, you immediately told him no soda in the morning.

"How about some juice?" You offer

"What are you going to drink?" Keigo tilts his head to the side.

"I want to go out and by sweetened coffee from the vending machine, it's my favorite, and no you can't have some"

He giggles and nods "I want strawberry juice!"

"I'm gonna go order it to the cashier, two chicken sandwiches and a strawberry juice"

"Can I pick a dessert?"

"After you eat everything, sure, here play a game on my phone while you wait, I'll be right back" you give him your phone unlocked and go to the cashier.

Keigo is playing on your cellphone when someone approaches him, his little trained feathers don't recognize this person's vibrations, so he looks up and sees a dude with a scary look and long black hair.

They both just stare at each other "sup" Keigo say and discreetly send a feather to you and taps your feet.

You come back to the table and is surprised to see your oldest friend, you give him a big smile "Shouta-niisan!" You hug him, but he only pats your head.

Keigo looks surprised at the interaction, you don't talk about yourself, only the basic and vaguely gives information about what you did before him.

"Is this your kid?" The man looked at Keigo, the man looked like it was around 23 maybe 25.

"Yeah! I'm his-... mom, yeah! I'm his mother" you smile breaking the hug and sat down "too busy to stay?"

He nods and put a can of your favorite sweetened coffee in front of you "You're doing a good job, just be careful, you never know"

You nod back at him and give him a big smile "I will, at least I'm no longer doing patrols, don't forget to call me once a week"

"I never broke a promise, won't start now" he pets your hair and goes away.

Keigo watched the weird transactions extremely curious "Who was him? Is him your older brother? You don't look alike. Why didn't you say goodbye to him? Why does he look like a bun? Why-"

"Enough!" You put your hand on his mouth "He's an old friend, I call him nii-san because I always called him that, no we aren't blood related, he always looked like that, and... we promise to never say goodbye to each other"

"Why?"

"Because a goodbye can be forever, so we just don't say it" a waitress comes to you both and puts everything on the table.

You open the canned coffee and drink it, smiling at him as he eats, you both eat and then went shopping.

...

Keigo could fit in anything, and he would look cute you just loved the way he looked on yellow or beige, they fit well with his red wings.

"Hey mom... I wanted to know if-..." he was scared, uncomfortable maybe? About something.

"You can ask me anything Birb, there is no way that I will not answer" you kneeled on the floor besides him and looked at him through the mirror.

"What's your quirk?" He looked at you while fiddling with his hands.

You smiled at him "It's kinda hard to explain, It's better if I show it to you" you took his hand and paid for the clothing, now that he was with some clothes that were good for the Autumn cold weather.

After getting to the car you drove off to the training gym.

"Why are we here?" Keigo recognized the building quickly.

"My power can be a little destructive, its1better to do this in a place that no one can get hurt" going in you went to your private training room with the little boy following you like a baby duck.

"How destructive?" Keigo held your hand and you held his.

"Very, now stay back" you pressed a bottom on the wall "My quirk needs ink all the time to do anything, and I always have it around me, most likely on my point finger, here I can do almost anything" you made a straight line in the direction of the dummies and cut 3 at the same time, cutting through them.

"Woaaah! What else?" Keigo's wings fluffed up at your awesomeness.

You walk to the middle and make a dot next to him, a huge tree appears from nothing surprising him, he falls to the floor shocked.

"I can also make a path of flowers, and the tree will only stay there for a few seconds, but it can surprise the enemy enough to take them down" you move your finger around under Keigo's feet and there grows some flowers.

"My ability is called Celestial Brush"

"THIS IS SO COOL!" He runs to you, and you pick him up when he's close enough. "MOM YOU ARE AWESOME!"

You look at him surprised and hug him tightly "My son, you are awesome too"

You two stay like that for some time, until he bugs you to show more of your ability,  which you do, you show him each trick and technique you learned until now.

https://youtu.be/BRcfqu3hQkY (your quirk)

(Yes this is your quirk, and everything you can do with it)

After showing him everything  you picked him up and you both go back home to take a shower, eat and sleep.

Those moments in his life were the happiest that Keigo had ever been, always protected by you, he was given the love and affection that he always wanted, he didn't care for everything else, he just cared about you, because you were his true mother, the woman that he would run to when he got himself hurt, to ask about life, to ask about anything really, since you also were his teacher. When he had nightmares you would hold him until he calmed down, would kiss his head, would compliment the small things he had done, and would scout him when he did something wrong.

Keigo loved you more than anything in his life, and Hawks miss you dearly in his, because in the end, you still worked for the commission, and he too didn't have a choice when you went away for an important mission.

The day before your departure you both made a pillow nest in the living room, you induced him on his bird instincts, HD wouldn't have such luxury after you went away.

Neither of you talked about you leaving, instead you showed him your favorite movies, snacks and old latin folktales, the feeling of sadness was there the whole moment.

You tried to give as much advice you could, and only took him off your arms to use the bathroom.

Keigo also didn't wanted to let go of you, both sleep hugging each other, you promised that you would come back as soon as you could, that tou would  ever forgive him if he died while being a hero, that you knew he was build for greatness.

Only when you had to leave that you allowed yourself to cry, at the door with only a backpack in hands, you put your coat on Keigo while he sleep, also letting your diary on his bed, to let him have you all the time.

After tucking him on his nest, you kissed his forehead and kisses his toy's head, going out of that house took a lot of strength, you didn't wanted to go, but duty called, you just hopped it would take less then a year.

. . . . .

But it didn't took a year, it took 18 years to take the ring leader down, and just now you were finally going back to Japan, and to the now number 2 pro hero Hawks.

.............. As you can see there is more to this book

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"Life doesn't have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen." — Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

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[ late october of 2015 . . . ]

HIGH SCHOOL was not the life that Y/N imagined it to be.

She always thought high school would be the best years of her life rather than studying for upcoming exams and instead of going to parties with a bunch of people she would go along with.

But that was the opposite of what she thought.

High school was more demanding than it was when she was in middle school. When it comes to school, projects are piling up making her mind going crazy. When it comes to relationships with people, they wouldn't get along with her.

Especially when her long-time enemy came into the picture.

"You really had the guts to walk past by my locker, Y/L/N." Camille started and crossed her arms as she saw Y/N walking in the hallway. Y/N would just roll her eyes and shrug off what she said.

"It's not just me who walks near your locker, Camille. I hope you put that in mind." Y/N said and gave her a fake smile.

Camille clenched her hands and she wanted to pull Y/N's hair but was stopped when her boyfriend hugged her from behind. Camille's face suddenly softened and gave a smile to him.

"What are you up to, babe?" He asked and let go of Camille and stood beside her.

"I was just telling Y/N how her boots go with her outfit today, babe," Camille said and looked at Y/N who just chuckled at what she said.

"And I think she has the best outfit of the day than you, Camille." Erika showed up and said that to her cousin while chewing on her gum and grinned.

Camille became furious again until her boyfriend placed an arm around her shoulders before anything happens and he spoke.

"We should go before it starts to bell." He said and gave a smile to her and Camille nodded in agreement and gave Y/N and Erika one last glare before walking away. Tom looked back at Y/N for a while and turned back to walk away. Y/N swore she saw this but shrugged it off.

Y/N looked at Erika who was still chewing on her gum and smiled. "You always show up when Camille would talk to me. Such a best friend." Y/N said and that made Erika chuckle. "I can't believe you would say things like that to your cousin."

"She isn't the best cousin, you know. Besides, she fights you so might as well fight her back." Erika said.

Erika was always the one who would stand by Y/N ever since Camille started fighting her. But before Erika, Camille and Y/N were actually best friends until a spin-the-bottle game would ruin it.

Y/N knew how Camille had a crush on the one and only Tom Holland, who is now her current boyfriend. She invited her friends and including Y/N and Tom and they played the game, spin the bottle.

Camille would always wish that it would land on Tom so that she would get a kiss from him and it so happened that when it was Y/N's turn, it landed on him. They had no choice since it was the rule of the game and when Y/N's and Tom's lips touched, Camille became so angry and that was the start of them being enemies.

After that incident, Camille fought Y/N and Erika saw this and eventually rescued Y/N from her evil cousin. From that day on, Y/N and Erika became best friends until now. Y/N didn't even know how and why Camille and Tom got together.

"Do you want to watch movies tonight? I've got Marvel ones." Y/N heard Erika spoke while they were walking.

"I think I should just stay at home tonight. My dad is cooking for us tonight." Y/N said and she saw Erika pouted. "Come on, we had a movie marathon last night and you slept, Erika." Y/N continued and that made Erika chuckle.

"Forget about the movie. Just look at who's in front of us." Erika elbowed her and Y/N looked in the direction where she was looking and stopped walking. You felt everything was in stop motion.

Aiden.

He sat there with a guitar pressed to his chest and his veins popping from his neck as he was singing. He was your current crush and at the same time one of your friends in school. In fact, he was also your neighbor. Every time you would be around him, butterflies inside your stomach would flatter and your heart would beat fast.

Y/N felt herself blush and she wanted to get away from him. She grabbed Erika's hand and quickly ran the opposite way.

"Hey!" Erika squealed as she pulled her and ran.

They didn't know that Aiden noticed Y/N's actions and just chuckled and smiled. He continued to pluck his fingers on the strings and sang again.

Y/N stopped running when she reached the hallway where there were fewer people around and tried to catch her breath.

"You act so weirdly when Aiden is around. You're giving him signs, girl." Erika said, who tried to catch her breath.

It was true. Ever since Y/N and Aiden became friends, she had started to have feelings for him and you never knew why. Maybe it was the way he sings? Maybe it was the way he is when he's with her? It just came to her.

"Just go tell him, Y/N," Erika said and that made Y/N jolt her head up.

"No way. I don't want our friendship to get ruined because of this feeling I have for him. Plus, it's just a crush. Nothing else." Y/N said.

Erika shook her head. "Whatever you say, Y/N." That was all she can say.

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The rest of the day was pretty much the same. Going to different kinds of classrooms for each subject every hour. Y/N had no one to talk to since Erika would be indifferent to classes too. There was also one class where she had to be classmates with Camille. She would glare at her every time she looked back and she wouldn't mind it.

Y/N walked in the hallway with people scattered all over the place. She walked towards her locker and hoping that Camille appears and have another talk again.

A vibrate came from her phone and she got her phone from the pocket and saw a message from Erika:

Y/N rolled her eyes after she read the message and turned off her phone and placed it back in her pocket. She was about to walk away when someone stood in front of her and leaned on her locker. She looked up to see who it is and suddenly her heart started beating fast.

"Aiden." She mumbled and he just smiled at her.

"I'll take you home, Y/N." He said.

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"So you're telling me, that you saw Erika with Harrison Osterfield. Harrison as in Tom Holland's best friend?" You asked Aiden as you were walking on the sidewalk.

"Yep, definitely him," Aiden answered and you were still in shock.

"That girl really has some explaining to do." You said and Aiden can only laugh at you.

Then silence came in but you still walked together.

"It's been a month since we last talked. How was your summer, by the way?" Aiden suddenly spoke up and that made you jump a little.

"It's alright. I had to be stuck with dad in a road trip camp while Aria was away. But at least we had s' mores there." You said.

"Well, Aria just came back actually—" Aiden said, but realized what he said and stopped talking. You looked at him in confusion when you heard what he said.

"Aria is here?" You asked then suddenly someone familiar called you from afar.

"Y/N!" You looked at the side and saw your sister running towards you. A big smile appeared on your lips and you ran towards her.

"Aria!"

You gave each other a hug then both of you fell to the ground but you were still laughing.

"It's been a month!" Aria said while clinging on to Y/N.

"I know!" Y/N answered.

"Okay, you kids. Don't do that outside. Go in now." They heard their dad's voice from the door and walked down towards them.

Y/N and her sister stood up and dusted off the grass from her clothes.

When Y/N looked back, she saw her sister hugging Aiden and she also saw the action that would make her heart drop. It was her sister and Aiden kissing.

They let go of each other and saw Y/N just standing there in front of them.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, Y/N," Aria said. Y/N never told her sister about her feelings for Aiden or any crush she has.

Y/N could still feel the pain that she was feeling right now but she didn't want to show her sister.

"I-I don't mind." She let out a small smile and asked. "Since when?"

Aria and Aiden looked at each other then looked at Y/N again.

"Since I was out. We were calling and talking with each other throughout the summer." Aria said and Aiden could only nod in agreement.

You were too late. A voice in Y/N's head said but that didn't stop you from giving both of them hugs to let her sister see that she was okay with it.

"I'm happy for you, guys."

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"Your sister came and then did what with Aiden?!"

Y/N held the phone away from her ear when Erika shouted through the call. She placed it back to her ear and sighed.

"They are together, Erika. There's nothing I could do about it." Y/N answered.

"Well, you did have the chance to tell him. They kept this a secret for like a month and you never knew about it." Erika said.

"Still hurts but I'll be fine. I'll just have to get used to seeing them together as a couple." Y/N's voice broke and felt a small tear in her eyes.

Erika wanted to go to Y/N's house and give her a hug. She didn't want her best friend to be heartbroken. "You'll find someone better, babe." That was all she can say to Y/N.

"Thank, I guess," Y/N said. She knew she should just stop crying and accept the fact that they could never be together. She stopped her tears and asked Erika something out of her curiosity.

"How was the date with Osterfield, Erika?"

Y/N heard a thing dropped from the call before Erika could answer.

"How did you know it was him?" Erika asked nervously.

"Aiden told me. Apparently, he saw you guys together going out of the campus. You can't hide this from me, Erika." Y/N chuckled after she said this and did a fake gasp. "Are you two also secretly dating each other and didn't tell me?"

"What? No! Of course not. He just asked me out today and we went to dinner together. There was really nothing between us. I didn't wanna say no. Plus, it was burgers and fries!" Erika defended herself and that just made Y/N laugh.

"Alright, alright, babe. I won't bother you with your love life." Y/N said.

"Y/N? Pasta is ready!" Y/N heard her dad say from downstairs.

"I have to go now, Erika," Y/N said.

"Don't cry anymore, okay? It's not worth it." Erika said and Y/N smiled.

"I know." She said and ended the phone. Y/N placed her phone down and gave a heavy sigh.

This was just another long day.

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Another day, another school day. Y/N achieved to not cry so much after dinner last night. Now, she was just walking in the same hallway.

As she was walking with her things pressed to her chest, she suddenly bumped into a person and her things dropped to the ground and herself as well.

"Hey!" Y/N shouted and looked up to see who she bumped to. Her eyes widen to see who it was.

It was the one and only, Tom Holland.

"You really should watch where you're going, Y/L/N." Y/N heard him say and his face was stern.

"You should watch where you're going, Holland," Y/N said and got all the things that fell to the ground. Y/N could hear murmuring from the people but she didn't mind them.

Y/N gave a glare to Tom and walked away from him. She had a feeling that he was going through something right now but that didn't stop her from being mad at him.

Can this day get any better?

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Ab the kids watch Squid Game and pretending to kill each other: it's pretty disturbing how easily kids can get violent stuff like this, and have incredibly easy access to p0rn sites. And the most disturbing (and sad) part of this is that I doubt the kids who have watched Squid Game actually really care that their children are consuming such violent media. Especially since such desensitization of violence and gore (I heard that there was cannibalism in the show, but idk) is something that does cause children to slow development and causes them to be more prone to violence, which can contribute to violence with firearms. Hopefully, if the parents have guns in the house, then they are in a hidden, out of reach place, with ammo in another hidden out of reach place.

I get that kids are pretending to kill eachother, which I've never liked, but kids that age can't grasp the concept of dying yet, so they don't understand what they're doing. But, I tend to blame the pretend shooting and killing on violent media, and ignorant parents that don't watch what their kids consume.

Yeah. It's pretty normal for kids to act out stuff they watch, even violent stuff - my Mulan barbie fought plenty of Huns like the movie - but the very specific way they were acting it out was really disturbing. And having seen the clip of the game there's blood flying evverywhere, it's not sanitized at all. It's brutal because that's the kind of show it is and it's not appropriate for kids at all.

Idk I was a 90s kid and my parents were strict about tv and computer use. I kind of think there's a trend to take technology for granted these days and people get careless with it? I don't even think it's a bad thing necessarily for kids to have a tablet, but a child has no concept of moderation or what's appropriate. That's the parents' job. My mom limited our tech time and otherwise we had to play, so I got a chance to practice different skills and creative play. It's very difficult to promote creative play on a tablet imo, and I'm seeing it affect attention spans too. I have kids who come in and can't handle waiting even thirty seconds for what they want. I have kids who have zero idea how to play with toy models (dinos, animals, etc) except by fighting, or build or create hardly anything with blocks and so on. Hell, my pre-Covid class' favorite thing to do in blocks? Make a block into the couch, one into the tv, small blocks are controllers, and they just sat there and acted out playing video games. :/

Idk. I wish people were more thoughtful about technology. Because then teachers are the ones blamed when there are behavior problems because the kid is never off the tablet at home. And it's damn hard to fix something from home life, and frankly shouldn't be my responsibility anyway. I feel like all I do anymore is fix behaviors instead of teaching letters, numbers, etc. It's very important and I'll do it, obviously, but sometimes I feel like Sisyphus pushing that boulder, knowing it'll just roll down on me anyway.

Edit to add: and that's not even touching on how difficult it is to be parent in America where's there's very little support for a working parent.