#i want the entire lov to have happy endings but knowing the genre.....who knows if thatll happen

[sanchoyo]

spinner's going through it in the manga right now I'm so sad

oh :( well in my brain hes fine and cozy comfy in fuzzy pjs and a soft blanket playing viddy games with shigaraki and having a good time. and has a big mug of hot chocolate. and is happy. thats what he deserves 👍

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: as someone who’s been tormented for being a nerd, you’ve never viewed your friendly teasing towards your best friend seonghwa as bullying. but that is until he completely changes his style and image in school, confronting you about your past behaviour, so you have no choice but to admit the real reason why you’ve been making fun of him...

pairing: popular boy!seonghwa x nerd!reader

genre: high school!AU (the characters are 18 for the spicy parts huehehe), best friends to fake dating to lovers, angst, romance, smut, fluff

warnings: friendly teasing, clichéd/unrealistic portrayal of high school dynamics, hwa does kabedon on yn like once, seonghwa’s a bit of a tsundere, fake dating, hints of possessiveness, slightly problematic remarks, yn is briefly hwa’s slave?! (no, i will not elaborate), bullying, mean girls, insults, hair-pulling, kicking, death threats, some swearing, self-blame, power play, overuse of pet names (princess, baby, little girl, etc.), sir kink (i won’t apologize lol), begging, yunho being nosy (yes, that’s a warning), mention of hypothetical collars, insecurities, making out, loss of virginities, lots of kissing, soft dom!hwa, eating out, fingering, blowjob, consensual protected sex, dirty talk, praising, aftercare, crying, hurt&comfort, a lot of dorky references (cuz that’s me, after all), jumping off a balcony (don’t try this at home!), happy ending

author’s note: will i ever stop bullying poor hwa’s kermit hoodie? no. jk, i lov him so much, he’s so talented & gorgeous no matter what he wears ;-;

disclaimer: all jokes aside, i do not in any way condone bullying and this work is entirely fictional for entertainment purposes! i’ve been physically and emotionally tormented in school and though i have not talked much about it, i do not wish such an experience to anyone! treating people with kindness is cool and i hope everyone spreads more love! ❤️

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Having been best friends with Seonghwa for four years now (ever since your first year in high school), you couldn’t help but making fun of every little adorable thing he did. And honestly, you admired his patience when it came to putting up with your incessant teasing. Diligently cleaning up everything after him? You’d call him a neat freak. Not being able to drink coffee? You’d call him a teacup loser. 

So, when he started wearing that green hoodie of his to school, you couldn’t resist the temptation to call him Kermit the frog. And at first, it all started as a joke. But then the nickname kinda stuck and you just kept addressing him as Kermit, even if he wasn’t wearing the delectable green hoodie. And at one point, you could tell that poor Seonghwa was not a huge fan of the whole thing. But he never called you out on it or told you to stop. He never teased you back for being a hopeless nerd who studied 24/7 and read books for fun. So, you kept going.

Until the summer before your last year in high school arrived. Sadly, Seonghwa was going to be out of the country for the whole vacation. You were going to miss him terribly, you realized. You had become so used to seeing him everyday that you couldn’t imagine how you’d last three months without being able to see his pretty face all the time. You’d occasionally text him memes and ask him what he was up to. But as the summer was coming to an end, his replies became less and less frequent, more and more concise. You kept wondering if you’d done something wrong. It couldn’t be the Kermit thing, you began telling yourself. After all, it was normal to tease your best friend every once in a while. Right?

When the first day of your last year in high school came, you were nervously anticipating the moment when you’d see Seonghwa again. Summer without him had been so boring and you couldn’t wait to hug him again and find a new thing to joke about.

The second you saw him, you instinctively knew there would be no more joking around. Seonghwa practically walked into the school hallway like he owned the place. He’d completely changed his style and overall image. Gone were the dorky hoodies you secretly loved so much. Instead, they were replaced by a black leather jacket. Gone were the casual sweatpants he looked so good in. In their place were dark jeans that made him look kinda dangerous. And the whole confidence with which he carried himself was just totally different. 

If you had known that a summer abroad could change a person so much, you would have tried harder at convincing him to stay in the country. On top of it all, he was now hanging out with a bunch of popular a-holes that you had never talked to before. Honestly, you couldn’t even gather the courage to approach your best friend. He looked so distant and unfamiliar that you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Especially when you heard him laughing at the cool kids’ jokes. That should have been you...

You remembered when you were the one making him giggle, as if it was a century ago, when in reality it was just a couple of months. You kept sighing during the whole day, not daring to even talk to him. If he wanted to still hang out with you after his sudden “change in status”, he would, you kept convincing yourself. But he didn’t. In fact, he ignored you the whole day, making you feel like shit.

Just as you were leaving the school building in a hurry, mentally prepared for an evening of crying your eyes out and eating ice cream, you felt a hand grabbing you tightly. Turning around, you were surprised to find Seonghwa’s eyes staring back at you.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted you calmly.

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you responded dumbly.

“What? No witty comeback?” Seonghwa scoffed, smirking.

“What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you gonna bully me and call me names again? Kermit? Teacup loser? Neat freak? What’s it gonna be this time?” he spat out, pushing you against the school wall and extending his arms to touch the cold bricks so that you would feel trapped.

“Bully you?” you whispered in disbelief. “H-hwa, I wasn’t...I didn’t m-mean...”

“Oh, yeah?” he mocked your stuttering self. “Then, why did you say all these things, huh?”

“You know why,” you replied.

“No, I don’t. So, tell me right now or I swear, I can make your existence a living hell,” Seonghwa threatened.

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you cried out. “I like you so that’s why I’ve been teasing you. Because if I didn’t, I would have to admit how attractive I find all your habits. How adorable it is when you used to tidy your desk and how sexy you looked in that damned green hoodie. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

You were so frustrated with the way he ignored you all day only to accuse you of bullying him that you ducked your head swiftly beneath his arm, simultaneously bending your knees, and, thus, successfully escaping from Seonghwa’s ambush.

“Y/N, wait!” he called after you, but you were running too fast and luck was on your side, as the bus arrived at that exact same moment, allowing you to get on it, before he could.

You couldn’t sleep much that night, tormented by the fact Seonghwa had confused your friendly jokes with bullying and how foolishly you’d confessed your feelings for him. You were certain that your affections were unrequited and now that he had this whole new position in the school hierarchy, he would undoubtedly make fun of you for them. You were even considering transferring to another school to avoid the potential embarrassment.

In the morning, no sooner had you finished breakfast in the comfort of your room than you heard loud honks. They were unlike the ones in your dad’s car so you couldn’t help but wonder what jerk had decided to park in front of your house and make your day even worse.

“Sweetie,” your mom informed you a bit after. “Your friend Seonghwa is here. He said he’ll drive you to school today. As promised.”

“He did?” you mumbled in confusion. But maybe because you weren’t ready to talk to your mom yet about what happened yesterday, you lied. “Ah, that’s right, I almost forgot.”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your bag and practically sprinted downstairs. You were curious to see what he wanted. And that’s exactly what you asked the minute you entered his car.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aw, no good morning for me, princess?” Seonghwa pouted and God, you hated how cute you found him after the way he’d treated you the previous day. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he rolled his eyes, starting the engine. “I’m driving you to school.”

“I can see that. But why?” you hissed.

“Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he groaned. “If you’re so insistent on finding out, I’ll tell you. Ever since you told me how you felt yesterday, I’ve been thinking...And I’ve come to the conclusion that you have two options. Option number one is to enjoy your hellish last year of high school. You’ve had your fair share of teasing me so I’m definitely going to enjoy telling everyone about your little crush on me. It’s going to be so much fun to embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? Seonghwa was supposed to be your best friend! Why was he suddenly acting like you were worth less than a dirty rug? Was it possible that he had changed so much in the span of three months? Or was he always like that? Had you been blinded by his good looks? No, that definitely wasn’t the case. Seonghwa was the sweetest guy you’d ever known. How did he get so...cold? Cold enough to chill your bones.

“And what’s option number two?” you grunted, already anticipating the worst.

“So, there’s this annoying girl in our class I want to avoid at all costs. Just because her parents are doing business with mine does not mean I’m into her. Option number two is for us to pretend we’re dating in school. Considering how much you like me, I’m assuming it won’t be very difficult for you to pretend. If you agree, that is.”

What a jerk...You shared your sincere feelings with your best friend and that’s the first thing that crossed his mind? To use you in order to avoid some random girl? If it was any other guy, you would have said no. If you weren’t desperate for even a fraction of Seonghwa’s time and attention, you would have said no. If you weren’t so pathetically whipped for him, you would have said no.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “For how long do you need me to be your fake girlfriend?”

“Just until graduation. Then, we’ll fake break up and each go our separate ways. How does that sound?”

It sounded terrible! You wanted Seonghwa to be a part of your life forever. But with the way he was treating you, you weren’t confident he felt the same way anymore.

“Sounds great,” you lied, because you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing your thoughts. You’d never be perceived as weak again.

The second you walked into school, Seonghwa’s arm wrapped possessively around your shoulder, everyone’s eyes were on you. It was like high-schoolers had no better thing to occupy their time with but to gossip around the latest dating news. If you weren’t enjoying his company so much, you would have found their reactions pathetic. And somewhat unnerving.

“When did you two lovebirds start seeing each other?” one of Seonghwa’s popular friends Yunho asked.

“Oh, you know what they say. A girl and a guy can’t stay just friends for long,” Seonghwa responded.

You internally rolled your eyes. Your best friend before the summer would have never said such a thing. Whatever the reason for his current behaviour was, you would get to the bottom of it. And right now, you felt like going along with this whole fake dating thing was your best chance at unraveling the mystery.

For the first day of your little arrangement, everything seemed to be going fine. Everyone was staring at you two but you didn’t mind. All you cared about was him. However, soon enough Seonghwa started asking you for weird things.

“Carry my bag for me.” / “Get me a drink from the vending machine, will you?” / “Bring me a snack from the supermarket across the street.” / “Oh, and for my friends, too, doll.”

Seriously, it was getting infuriating. You no longer felt like you were his bestie. You didn’t even feel like you were his fake girlfriend. At this point, you had practically become his slave! Running any errand and carrying his stuff for him. But what was the alternative? If you refused to play your part in this pretend dating scheme, he could easily turn against you and make fun of you in front of the whole school. So, you kept your mouth shut and swallowed your pride.

One evening, around a month after the fake dating agreement had started, you had stayed in the library a bit longer to prepare for an upcoming assignment. By the time you were out of the school building, you supposed that Seonghwa had already gone home. Frankly, the only nice thing he was intent on doing for you was driving you to school and back to your place most of the days.

As you were making your way towards the bus stop, you had the strangest suspicion you were being followed. Not daring to turn around, you started walking faster. But unfortunately, your attackers also sped up and soon enough, you were surrounded by a group of angry faces. Their leader was obviously Eunhee, the most popular girl in the whole school. And coincidentally, this was also the girl whose parents were doing business with Seonghwa’s parents. The very reason you were fake dating your best friend in the first place.

“Well, if it isn’t the little bookshrimp,” she mocked you, sticking a sharp nail into your chest. You didn’t bother correcting her that the right term was bookworm. You were already in enough trouble as it was. For some reason, teasing Seonghwa had been easy because you meant well and you were sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Not really. Because he knew how badly you’d been bullied in middle school. But now that you were met with so many threatening figures, you froze rightaway, unable to defend yourself.

“Just l-leave me alone,” you stammered.

“Aw, aren’t you a little pathetic shrimpie?” Eunhee cooed and started pulling your hair harshly and kicking you onto the ground. The other girls were holding you down so that you wouldn’t fight back. “Did you seriously believe you can steal Seonghwa from me? We’re meant to be together and if you stand in our way, I will fucking kill you!”

“S-stop, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed sorrowfully. You tried your best to shield yourself and push her away but her loyal minions were preventing you from doing so. Just as Eunhee was about to slap you across the face, you witnessed as her threatening hand was stopped mid-air by the interloper whose features you couldn’t quite discern in the dark. But whose voice you would recognize anywhere.

“You think you’re so brave?” Seonghwa yelled at Eunhee and her friends. “Ganging up on her like that? Six against one? You’re the pathetic ones.”

“Hwa, we were just trying to teach her a lesson. She should learn her place, after all,” Eunhee tried to explain.

“A lesson?” he scoffed. “You dumbasses can’t even pass Calculus and you want to teach the smartest girl in our school a lesson?” your heart melted with warmth at how highly he thought of you. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“You won’t tell my dad, right?” Eunhee was suddenly on the defensive. She’d probably be in big trouble if he found out how his precious daughter was behaving in school.

“Get out of my sight right now or I’ll tell the whole country,” Seonghwa threatened through gritted teeth. (Later on, he actually did tell her dad about the incident and Eunhee, along with her followers, were suspended from school for two weeks. Oh, and their rich parents cut off their money, which was pretty impressive an accomplishment). And so, the vicious girls scattered like roaches in daylight. Pulling you onto your feet, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car which you somehow hadn’t noticed parked nearby. Getting inside, he started the engine immediately but his hands were clutching the steering wheel so hard you were feeling a bit scared. You had never seen your best friend so angry. Well, maybe the only other time that came close was when you were telling him about your past experiences with bullying...

“Are you mad at me?” you asked sheepishly.

“At you?” he chuckled harshly. “Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t know...”

“Why didn’t you fight them back?” Seonghwa inquired.

“I tried, but I was reminded of middle school and just...froze. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’m not blaming you,” he replied calmly. “I was just wondering. Cause I know you’ve been going to self-defense classes. And I thought you were making progress. I mean, the last time I came to watch, you were pretty good.”

That was before the summer. Of course it was. Still, you were touched by the fact that he remembered. Despite acting like he didn’t care, you instinctively knew he did.

“I mean, I was,” you said. “But I panicked.”

Seonghwa let go of the wheel with one hand and placed it on your bare knee, rubbing calming circles around it. You two were alone so you were certain this was no longer the fake dating thing. This was just your best friend being there for you when you needed him the most.

“If anyone tries that shit again, just tell them you’re my girlfriend, alright? They have to be idiots to mess with you,” he spoke angrily.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reminded him sadly.

“That’s none of their business,” he replied, but didn’t correct you. Oh, how badly you wished to be his real girlfriend. To show him how much you cared for him.

“Why did you change so much over the summer?” you suddenly asked, while Seonghwa was driving you home.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Seonghwa responded harshly. “You don’t like my green hoodie and you also don’t like my leather jacket? There’s really no satisfying you, is there?”

“I didn’t mean your clothes,” you mumbled. “Just...your overall attitude towards me. Before the summer you used to let me squeeze your cheeks and sit in your lap and now you seem so...unapproachable. I’m just saying, we were closer when I was your best friend than we are now that I’m your fake girlfriend.”

Seonghwa stopped the car abruptly, making you blink in shock.

“I changed because I was sick of you treating me like a little boy and I wanted you to start seeing me as a man,” he admitted but without looking into your eyes.

“W-what are you saying?” you swallowed nervously.

“Nevermind.”

“No, you have to talk to me, Hwa!” you insisted desperately. “If you still consider me your best friend, be honest with me. Please.”

“This,” he gestured vaguely at you as he finally met your gaze. “This is exactly why I changed so much, Y/N. I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.”

His cruel words hurt you more than anything you’d ever experienced in your life. More than all the bullying, the slapping and getting pushed against a wall. Losing your best friend was your worst fear. But you had promised yourself to never be weak again. So the second he said that, you pulled the handle of the side door, attempting to get out of his car. Before you could do that, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, effectively keeping you in place.

“I want to be your boyfriend. For real this time,” he elaborated.

You stared at him in utter confusion.

“But...when I confessed, you acted like you didn’t care. Like I meant nothing to you.”

“Forget how I acted. I only offered the fake dating shit because I wanted to get closer to you again. Make up for the lost time during the summer. Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what Eunhee thinks or says about me? I just used that as an excuse. I’ve told her I’m not into her hundreds of times. And yes, maybe I have changed. Not because I don’t care about you. But because I do. You used to gush about Count Dracula and Darth Vader so much that I thought if I became the bad guy, you’d finally notice me. I wanted so terribly to impress you and make you stop seeing me as your adorable best friend that I got too lost in the feeling of holding power over you...Too lost to notice you liked me all along, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you whispered teary-eyed. “I do,” correcting yourself. “H-hwa, I’m so sorry to break it to you but-”

“If you reject me, I won’t be responsible for attempted murder,” Seonghwa interrupted you jokingly.

“I’m so sorry to break it to you,” you repeated with a sly smirk. “But no matter how hard you try to change, I will always see you as my adorable best friend. And though I have to admit I did stop teasing you temporarily, that was only because you suddenly started behaving like the dangerously sexy king of the high school. Can you blame me for feeling a little intimidated? I know I’ve said this before but I didn’t think me teasingly calling you Kermit would go this far. I never meant to hurt you, Hwa.”

“I know you didn’t, princess,” Seonghwa whispered, gently stroking your cheeks.

“And yes,” you smiled shyly, leaning into his touch.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to be your real girlfriend. It would be a dream come true.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, as if the very idea seemed amusing to him. “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, I would do anything for you, sir,” you uttered the last word without thinking much, your brain somehow recalling a time when you two had discussed how you’d enjoy being called by a potential significant other. In retrospect, that wasn’t really a thing best friends generally talked about.

“Sir?” Seonghwa grinned, leaning his head against your forehead. “Keep that up and your real girlfriend status will be confirmed.”

“I want to kiss you so much,” you were on the verge of begging. Oh, screw it. “Please, please, let me kiss you.”

He didn’t respond, just connected your lips with his own softly, taking his time with you. It was pure magic. You had thought about kissing your best friend thousands of times. But nothing compared to the reality. Parting your lips further to let his tongue in, you physically couldn’t prevent yourself from moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed by how good it felt. How insanely intoxicating he tasted. How you were burning alive and it would be the sweetest death imaginable.

“Not if I kiss you first,” Seonghwa said once he broke the kiss apart. “Oh, wait, I just did.”

What the hell...had just happened? Sneaking a peak at the time, you were suddenly panicking by how late it was.

“Holy shit, my parents are going to kill me!” you exclaimed. “Can you please drive me home?”

“Sure thing, princess,” he laughed, increasingly amused by your flustered self. “That’s exactly what I was intending to do anyways. I’m not in the habit of keeping little girls past their bed time.”

“Shut up, I’m not a little girl!” you complained. “I’m just a few months younger than you. Asshole.”

“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your devoted boyfriend?” Seonghwa scolded you teasingly.

Oh, God. You loved the sound of that. Your best friend was now your boyfriend. It still felt unreal.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mewled apologetically, already knowing how to make him weak for you with just one tiny word. “And thank you for taking me home.”

“Anytime,” Seonghwa smiled. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

You could get used to it. Reaching forward to open the door for you, he whispered in your ear:

“I’m taking you out on our first date. Doll yourself up for me, will you?”

You nodded, your heart beating too fast to actually manage a verbal response. After you got inside and suffered a brief interrogation from your parents (using the library+extra assignments excuse), you hurried up the stairs, took a quick shower and then went to bed. No sooner had you closed your eyes than your phone buzzed with notifications.

Kermit the Frog: You still up?

Kermit the Frog: For fear of sounding lame, I moss you already

Kermit the Frog: *Miss...damn autocorrect

You chuckled upon seeing his messages. Whatever demon possessed you to still keep that nickname in your chat, you knew you had to change it immediately. If he saw it on your first date tomorrow, you would never hear the end of it.

You: I’m awake, yes

You: And I moss you too 😉

You purposefully misspelled the word to tease him. After all, it was only in order.

Boyfie 🐸: That obnoxious Kermit nickname better be gone by tomorrow

He texted as if he’d read your mind and you gasped in surprise.

Boyfie 🐸: Or we’re having our first couple fight!!

You: How did you know?!?

Boyfie 🐸: Not my fault you keep your phone unlocked sometimes

Boyfie 🐸: I’m not kidding, change it right now 😡

You: Changed it already

You texted him back quickly, sending him a screenshot.

You: Can I at least keep the frog emoji? 🥺

Boyfie 🐸: NO!!! REMOVE IT OR WE BREAK UP 😡😡😡

You: Damnit, Hwa, your angery Aries is showing...okay, fineee

You sent another screenshot of the now changed emoji.

You: Happy now?

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Much better, princess 🤗🤗🤗

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Now go to sleep, we have early classes tomorrow

You: Wow, so bossy. Okay, sir, I’m going

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Good night, my baby 😘

You: Staaahp, ohmygosh. And good night, Hwa 🥺

The next morning you ran outside faster than The Flash as soon as you heard the oh-so-familiar honks. When you saw Seonghwa waiting there to pick you up, your heart did a backflip as you excitedly took the passenger seat.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” you greeted him and kissed his cheek. “This still feels so strange.”

“Well, you better get used to it, doll. Wow, you really cleaned up nicely today,” he complimented your pastel pink dress. “Not that you usually don’t! You’re always gorgeous, I just meant that you’re especially gorgeous and...nope, that also sounds wrong. Okay, I shut up now.”

“Relax,” you giggled. “It’s fine. I appreciate the effort. You don’t look so bad yourself. Oh, who am I kidding? You’re practically sex on legs 24/7. I think it’s time for me to shut up now.”

“You’re so cute when you get flustered. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Just you,” you admitted.

Once you walked into the school, it was like everyone noticed the subtle change in your dynamic. Because Seonghwa did something he never did before. He carried your bag and gave you his leather jacket! And Hwa’s friends were immediately onto you like bees to honey.

“I mean, I knew you guys were dating,” Seonghwa’s friend Yunho observed. “But I never saw the chemistry before, to be honest. Until now. I mean, come on, Y/N was like a loyal puppy, always following Hwa around.”

“Hey, don’t give him any ideas!” you joked.

“Too late. Already ordered the collar,” Seonghwa winked.

“Kinky. Can’t tell if I’m into it or want to cut off my ears,” Yunho grinned. “Probably both.”

“Nice chat, but we gotta head to class, Yu,” Seonghwa said because his friend was in a different class.

“See you for lunch?” Yunho suggested.

“Can’t. Already made plans with this little girl,” Hwa tilted his head towards you.

“Whoo, enjoy, then!”

“It’s not what it sounds like!” you groaned, feeling uncharacteristically embarassed.

“Isn’t it?” Seonghwa smirked mysteriously and pulled you towards the room you had class in.

“Nothing involving collars and puppies, I assure you!” you yelled (perhaps a little too loudly), twisting your head, not wanting to give Yunho and the rest of Seonghwa’s friends the wrong idea.

When your classes for the day were over, Seonghwa led you towards his car once again. You were a bit nervous to make a good impression on your first date. Even though it was silly. Your best friend of four years had surely made a first impression a long time ago.

“Where are we going?” you asked to break the awkward silence.

“It’s a surprise, princess. Can you be patient for me?”

“I can,” you promised dutifully and placed your tiny hand on top of his. “Anything for you, sir.”

Seonghwa lost focus on the road for the briefest of moments in order to give you a warning look. One look and that was all you needed to keep you quiet and obedient. Eventually, you realized where he was taking you. Though you hadn’t been to his place for a couple of months now, you couldn’t forget how the drive to Seonghwa’s home looked.

“I dressed myself up and we’re just going to your place?” you hmphed in playful annoyance. “So much for our glamorous first date.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of my cooking skills. Shit, I sorta ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”

“Aww, you were planning to cook for me on our first date? Hwaaa, I’ve only had you as a boyfriend for less than 24 hours and you’re already pulling out the big guns! I don’t mean to push my luck but if you’re cooking now, I’m trembling to witness our one month anniversary.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“You’re very ambitious to think you can put up with me for an entire month.”

”Hwa, sweetie, I’ve put up with you for four years.”

“Not as your boyfriend, you haven’t.”

“We’ll talk again in 30 days,” you vowed enigmatically.

“Here we are,” Seonghwa announced once he parked in front of his home. “My parents are currently at work so you don’t need to worry about...well, anything, really.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” for some reason his words made you even more worried.

“Nothing, I just meant you can...like, be yourself. There’s no one to impress.”

“There’s you,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget your parents already know me. And besides, you’re the only person I care about impressing.” 

“Not to stroke your ego, but you’ve already impressed me. After all, you’re the only one who’s had the audacity to compare me to a freaking muppet and survived.”

“Point taken,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” Seonghwa suggested and the two of you entered his house. No matter how much you begged him to let you help with the cooking, he was insistent that he would do all the work. Said something about making up to you for the times you had to carry his bag or buy snacks to him and his friends. When you argued that you also had some making up to do for all the times you teased him a little too insensitively, he said that you agreeing to be his real girlfriend was enough to satisfy his wounded heart. Seeing that there was no point in arguing, you gave up and occupied yourself by mindlessly scrolling through social media. About an hour later, Seonghwa finally deemed his culinary masterpieces ready to be eaten. He allowed you to at least help set the table which you considered a small victory. The second you tried the first meal, you were so overwhelmed by the exquisite tastes that you spoke without thinking much.

“God, I wanna marry you.”

Seonghwa simply chuckled, amused by your unexpected reaction.

“Did I say that out loud?” you whispered, completely mortified, covering your mouth in embarassment.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Shit, I’m such a mess,” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine. I take it as a compliment. Now, eat up before it gets cold. If my wicked plan works, you’ll have bought me a wedding ring by the time dessert arrives.”

“Truly wicked. I’m in danger,” you laughed and kept enjoying the various meals Seonghwa had prepared. 

Once the plates were empty, you felt so full and warm you couldn’t possibly move. And no, that wasn’t an exaggeration. Seonghwa had to physically carry you to the couch so that you two would re-watch Star Wars: Return of the Jedi together, warmly cuddled up under a blanket.

Suddenly, you were possessed by the urge to speak your mind and be as honest with him as possible. After hiding your true feelings for four years, now that you were finally given the chance to be yourself, you were feeling uncharacteristically brave.

“You know, even though I was messing around earlier, I had indeed daydreamed about marrying you back in our first year of high school. You were the first boy who ever treated me like I wasn’t the walking joke of the universe. The first who ever hung out with me not as a prank but because you actually saw me as a friend. When I started teasing you about your cute habits, I hope you know I never wished to hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I notice and appreciate every single detail about you. So, yeah, I really like you, Hwa. Have liked you for a long time.”

Seonghwa had paused the movie the second you started talking. And now that you were done sharing your thoughts, he seemed unable to say anything. The silence was a bit awkward so you interrupted it once again.

“I’m sorry, that was silly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so early in our re-”

This time, he interrupted you with a kiss, pulling you into his lap, just like the good old days. You smiled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him.

“It wasn’t silly. I appreciate you saying all that,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And for the record, I know you meant well with all the teasing. In a sense, a part of me even suspected that you liked me back. But I was also feeling a bit insecure. I kept thinking that you could do so much better than go out with dorky Kermit guy who has an obsession with tidying up, you know? That you deserved someone else. But I couldn’t allow anyone else to be that someone. So, I changed myself.”

“Maybe you did change a little. But in my heart, you’re always going to be my Frog Prince Hwa.”

“I hate you so much,” he rolled his eyes.

“Naw, you don’t.”

“Fine. I hate that you’re right.”

Things between you and Seonghwa were going great. It had been three months since you two started dating for real. He was super attentive and caring towards you. However, you were a bit bummed out since not much changed compared to his behaviour as your best friend and as your boyfriend. Sure, you did start kissing each other and occasionally making out (which wasn’t exactly a best friend activity). But there was one thing that still had not happened. And the more time passed, the more anxious you felt to bring it up.

One evening, you had miraculously convinced your parents to let you have a sleepover at Seonghwa’s place. After insisting that nothing out of the ordinary was going on between you two and even if something unusual did happen (which you highly doubted but secretly hoped for), you were going to use protection (and no, you were certainly not referring to Seonghwa’s collection of action figures who carried weapons).

As you and your boyfriend were enjoying your snacks while watching TV from the comfort of his bed, you couldn’t help but finally raise the question that had been tormenting your mind for a while now.

“S-seonghwa...do you not find me attractive?”

“What the hell are you asking me that for? Would you be my girlfriend if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before so...I was just wondering if there’s a particular reason why we still haven’t...taken things to the next level?”

“The next level?” he chuckled. “Relationships aren’t video games. And to answer your question, the reason’s actually the exact opposite of your concerns. We haven’t done anything more than making out because I find you ridiculously attractive. And it’s taking every last inch of my self-restraint to not pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with. I just wanted to wait until you’re ready.”

“Ready? So you knew that I haven’t...with anyone...yet?” you purposefully left out some words because you were feeling incredibly shy discussing this with Seonghwa.

“Of course I knew, princess. You’re my best friend. And my girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s a relief, at least. That you’re not repulsed by my...inexperience.”

“Why would I be when we’re in the same boat?”

“We are?” you whispered in shock.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Seonghwa laughed. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since forever. Did you honestly think I would just screw anyone else?”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t have options,” you pointed out, referring to all the potential love interests swarming around him like bees. “Unlike me.”

“Are you regretful, little girl?” he inquired, running a lazy finger across your cheek. “Jealous?”

“No, I just...want to be the best for you, sir,” you confessed nervously.

“You’re already the best I could hope for,” Seonghwa responded and kissed you hungrily, burying his hands into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you curiously needed to know. “That you haven’t either...”

“It’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation?” he pointed out. “What was I supposed to say? Hi, bestie, let’s have lunch together. Oh and by the way, I’m a hopeless virgin pining over you?”

“You’re right,” you laughed. “It would have made things awkward.”

“Now, unless you have any other pressing issues, I suggest we go back to kissing.”

And without giving you the time to argue, Seonghwa devoured your lips rightaway, gently pushing you down so that your back hit the sheets. Then, he started slowly taking off your jeans. Anxiously trembling under his vigorous touch, you placed a hand against his chest. He immediately noticed and put a temporary halt to his ministrations.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he comforted you with all the seriousness in his voice.

“No, I want to, I swear,” you nodded eagerly.

“Princess, you’re literally shaking,” Seonghwa remarked.

“What’s wrong with me?” you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. Tell me to stop if you feel even the slightest hint of hesitation or discomfort and I will, I promise.”

“I know you would, Hwa. I trust you. But even if I’m a bit nervous, I want to do this with you. Please?”

“Well, I can’t deny you since you’re asking so nicely,” he grinned and continued where he left off. “Can I get rid of these?” Seonghwa inquired, carefully pushing your panties to the side.

“Yes, you can do anything to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have said that,” he chuckled darkly and tore your underwear savagely. You couldn’t even gather the energy to complain about the ruination of your new pair, you were far too turned on by Seonghwa’s aggressive nature to care. He didn’t waste any more time, grabbing your thighs to hold them in place, he began licking your pussy with his tongue and stimulating it with his long fingers. It didn’t take long for you to start squirming beneath his touch, helplessly moaning his name. He didn’t cease his merciless movements until you reached your orgasm. When your breathing finally eased, you gathered the energy to speak again:

“I thought you said you’ve never done this before? How were you so...so...”

“So good?” Seonghwa smirked confidently and bit his lower lip. “I mean...I’ve seen videos. Read some things here and there.”

“Honestly? I think you’re a god.”

“You’ll have to stop complimenting me so much or I’ll develop a god complex,” he joked. “What do you want to do next, baby?”

“I want to suck you off,” you mumbled.

“Who taught you such dirty language?”

“Hey! I read, too,” you pouted and assuredly made your way towards the carpet next to his bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to kneel in order to pleasure you, sir?”

“Princesses never kneel,” he instructed and got up from the bed, urging you to lie down with your head hanging from the very edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable. “Open up that pretty little mouth for me, will you?”

You did as he asked obediently and even went the extra mile to stick your tongue out. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, Seonghwa was quick to follow your wishes and let his cock spring free from his jeans. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his monstrous size. Seeing your worries if it will fit reflected in your eyes, he expressed his concern for you:

“Are you sure about this?”

“Please, please, I need you,” you whimpered without thinking, eager to have a taste. Without making you wait any longer, Seonghwa pushed the tip of his cock inside, gently letting your cheeks get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly, he went deeper, allowing you to acquaint yourself with the stretch. When you kept blinking at him in anticipation, he realized you were ready for more and began moving faster, fucking into your mouth at a steady pace. As he neared his high, his motions became less controlled you were sucking more intently, impatient to swallow every last drop of him.

“Shit, I’m going to-” he attempted to break away, but you managed to wrap your hands at the back of his legs in order to keep his cock inside your mouth. 

Seconds later, he released his cum and you began drinking it thirstily. When you had made certain that no drop was wasted, you finally let go of his legs, allowing your boyfriend’s dick to dangle freely outside of your mouth.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Seonghwa praised you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “My incredible girl.”

“I’m only yours, sir,” you mumbled, way too affected by him.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mocked you teasingly.

“Yes, sir, I want to belong to you,” you whimpered and turned around to pull him back into bed.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Seonghwa smiled fondly and took a mysterious package out of the back pocket of his jeans. Soon enough, you realized what it was, as he started lining up the condom on his cock.

“Oooh, I brought one of those, as well!” you exclaimed in surprise.

“You came here on a mission, didn’t you? Wicked little thing,” he tsked in fake disapproval.

“It’s not my fault you’re walking around like an Adonis,” you defended yourself boldly.

“You’re one to speak. Freaking goddess,” Seonghwa complimented you and slowly began unbuttoning your shirt you had somehow forgotten you were still wearing. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, always making sure you were feeling safe.

“More than okay,” you consented. Left in nothing but your baby pink bra, you unintentionally shivered at the sudden cold air surrounding you. Soon after that, Seonghwa undid the clasps and you were now only wearing your birthday suit. Feeling a bit timid, you self-consciously covered your breasts and broke eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he pressed the palm of his hand against your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

You weakly shook your head and somehow managed to gather the strength to look into his beautifully dark eyes once again.

“Then, let me see you, yeah?” Seonghwa nudged your hands away gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

You blushed at his sudden praise and allowed him to have a look. But seconds later, you were getting a bit impatient.

“Please, Hwa, I want you so much.”

“Anything for my princess,” he chuckled and coaxed his tip at your entrance slowly. When you gave him a sign he could go deeper, his movements became bolder. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“M-more, sir, I swear I can do this,” you begged as you were beginning to unravel beneath him. As he fucked you faster into oblivion, you were no longer thinking straight and his name was the only word you were capable of uttering. Over and over again. Until you both came, blissfully lost in each other’s arms.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Seonghwa offered sweetly, picking you up with little effort and carrying you to the bathtub. 

When he started shampooing your hair, rubbing body lotion into your sensitive skin and covering your neck with soft kisses, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling, touched by his infinite tenderness and by the sheer intimacy of the gesture.

“Darling, are you crying?” he questioned you upon hearing your hiccups.

“N-no,” you lied but it was useless, because it was quite obvious you were, in fact, bawling your eyes out.

“Did I hurt you, my sweet princess?” Seonghwa asked in concern.

“How...how could you think that?” you whimpered. “You’ve been nothing but kind and caring towards me. It’s just that...this is the first time I’ve felt so...special, so worthy, so...”

“Loved?” he offered the word you had been seeking for but had been too scared to utter out loud.

“Y-yeah,” you confirmed shyly. “Is it too early to say this? I’m sorry if it is but...I love you, Seonghwa.”

He simply stared at you in disbelief for a couple of seconds. This time, you were once again the one to break the deafening silence.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just...I wanted you to know. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“I love you too, baby. Of course I do,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And I’m not just saying it, I don’t feel obliged to say it. As my best friend, you know me better than anyone else. And you know I don’t do things unless I want to. So, believe me when I say this.”

“Fuck,” you uttered and only started crying harder in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe with me, sweetheart. I would never harm you,” he comforted you and stroked your hair lovingly, putting all your worries and self-doubts at the very back of your head.

After you were all dried up from the bath and had put on your boyfriend’s shirt while he was still in the shower, you were feeling uncharacteristically confident. Confident enough to look for something you hadn’t seen for a while. You had been wondering if he had it hanging around somewhere in his wardrobe. And after a short period of rummaging you found your treasure. The green hoodie. The Kermit hoodie. You smiled mischievously as you changed into it. It still smelled like him, you beamed. Back when he was simply your best friend, the amount of times you had fantasized about him lending it to you should have been illegal. So now that you had been promoted to his girlfriend, you simply couldn’t let such an opportunity pass you by.

Once Seonghwa got out of the shower, water droplets running down the divine skin on his bare chest, you were too busy staring at him in all his beauty and glory to notice the angry look on his face.

“How did you even find this? It was hidden so well in my wardrobe,” he scowled.

“Don’t be mad,” you pouted adorably. “I look so cute in it, right?”

“Cuter than me, that’s for sure,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and tickled your belly.

“That’s impossible, you make the cutest Kermit,” you giggled, enjoying how easy it was to get on his nerves.

“You’ll never let me live this down, will you?” he groaned.

“Never ever, my stunning Frog Prince,” you vowed and kissed him quickly, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened in shock and he seemed too flustered to continue scolding you.

“You’re in luck today. Nothing can ruin my good mood,” Seonghwa was determined.

“Great,” you grinned gleefully. “Cause from now on, I intend on making all your days filled with joy.”

“From now on?” he chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, princess, my days have been filled with nothing but joy ever since I met you.”

And indeed, both Seonghwa’s days and yours were nothing but pure happiness ever since you decided to make your relationship real. And despite his foolish statement that he no longer wanted to be your best friend, you had somehow managed to convince him that he was both your boyfriend and bestie and that was perfectly okay. As if in the blink of an eye, spring came which meant that the whole school was in nervous excitement about the upcoming prom. Generally, you weren’t the type to get overwhelmed about such a trivial topic. But now that you were dating Seonghwa, the most popular guy in the school, you couldn’t help but worry a little. What if he wanted to go with someone else? Someone equal in “status”? Your worries and insecurities further intensified when he started asking questions in a weird way.

“I need your help,” Seonghwa blurted out over lunch.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so, I have this friend. And he really likes this girl and wants to ask her to prom. What do you think would make her happy?”

You blinked in surprise. You knew that when people pulled the “I’m just asking for a friend” card, they were most likely talking about themselves. Was he seriously thinking of inviting another girl to prom? You tensed a little but tried really hard to remain neutral in your answer and actually make an attempt to help your bestie.

“I mean, all girls are different,” you reasoned. “If you describe her to me, maybe I’ll be able to give a more appropriate suggestion.”

“She’s a bit like you. You know, kinda bookish and-”

“It’s alright, Seonghwa, you can say it. I’m a nerd.”

“Well, yes, but...”

“It’s not exactly a slur,” you chuckled coldly.

“I know, but that’s what your bullies in middle school called you. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive,” Hwa put his hand on top of yours in a gentle, comforting manner.

“It’s fine when if you say it,” you smiled. “I won’t get offended.”

“I was going to say my friend’s crush is intelligent like you but, oh well.”

“That does sound better, I admit,” you giggled.

“She’s also a bit shy and introverted so maybe she wouldn’t enjoy a public promposal. Crowds tend to make her nervous,” Seonghwa observed.

“Seems like you didn’t need my help after all,” you scoffed playfully.

“No, I do! I still haven’t come up with an actual way to propose. I mean, for my friend.”

“Right. Your friend. Well, he can’t go wrong with some poetry under her balcony. If she has one, that is.”

“I’m pretty sure she does.” Seonghwa smirked. “Alright, thanks.”

He jumped from his seat, not even having finished his lunch.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I gotta prepare my friend’s promposal,” he shrugged and disappeared from your sight, leaving you a bit crest-fallen. If he was intending on asking you, he wouldn’t have turned to you for help, right? That would sorta ruin the element of surprise, wouldn’t it? And yet, you knew that Seonghwa wasn’t the type to care about people’s opinions and randomly ask a more popular girl out because of public demand. And he definitely wasn’t the kind of person to just date you for kicks and then ditch you at prom. Despite those very logical reasons, you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

A week later, you realized all your worries had been for nothing. It was a Sunday morning and you had just finished having breakfast with your family. You were leisurely reading on your bed when you heard some suspicious noises coming from your window. You looked up from your book and you could swear you saw tiny rocks hitting the glass! You jumped up angrily, half-expecting to find a bunch of neighbour kids pulling a prank. But you were surprised when you spotted your boyfriend standing under your balcony. Wearing his iconic green hoodie.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, though a hopeful part of you already knew the answer.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,” he recited diligently in a song-like manner.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his overdramatic acting but it was the effort that touched you immensely.

“And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!” he continued sweetly.

You were so in love with this man it was insane.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return,” Seonghwa kept going.

You couldn’t resist the urge to leap off the balcony. It was just the second floor so what could possibly go wrong? Other than a scraped knee and a bit of a limp. God, you were such an idiot.

“Shit, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked in terror and wrapped his arms around you.

“The excruciating pain is worth it if I get to hug you like this,” you grinned, leaning against him for support.

“Why couldn’t you just walk down the stairs like a normal person?”

“And what’s romantic about that?” you joked. “Jumping off a balcony makes for a much better story.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, my sweet Frogmeo!” you teased and kissed his cheek.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished!” Seonghwa exclaimed excitedly, not bothering to act offended about your obsession with him and that Kermit hoodie. “There was something about cheeks, I swear.”

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!” you helped him out dutifully.

“O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” he finished proudly and placed his palm against your cheek.

“Only you could possibly mix Romeo and Juliet with The Frog Prince and somehow make it work,” you praised him.

“Does that mean you’ll go to prom with me?” Seonghwa tilted his head to the side adorably.

“Of course I will, baby,” you responded happily.

“Thank God, ‘cause learning that monologue drained my soul and brain,” he whistled playfully.

“You know, you had me worried there for a second,” you confessed reluctantly, because you didn’t want to keep any secrets from your doting boyfriend.

“When?” Seonghwa asked in confusion.

“Lunchtime. A week ago. When you asked me for advice. I thought that...”

“That I would ask someone else?” he correctly guessed your suspicions. And you nodded. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?”

“No, you’re perfect. In fact, too perfect. It makes me feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Seonghwa smiled sadly and kissed the top of your head. But he wasn’t angry with you. Just wanted to erase those silly thoughts from your mind.

“You deserve so much more, princess. But I’ll try my best to give you all I can.”

“As will I,” you promised and mischievously pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie, making his face squished adorably.

“If this is the best you’re capable of, I dread to see your worst,” he shook his head in amusement.

“Prince Frogmeo and the Nerdy Princess,” you sighed wistfully. “That would make a hell of a fairy tale, wouldn’t it?”

“How about Kermit the Frog whoops the Princess’s ass for being a brat?” Seonghwa threatened jokingly.

“You know what? I wouldn’t say no to that,” you giggled and started running away from him. “If you catch me first!”

Prom night arrived and despite all the preparations and excitements around it, it was nothing special in itself. What made it special, however, were the moments you spent with Seonghwa. Just dancing and talking seemed to be enough to make your heart leap with joy. And the smile never left your face the entire night.

“School’s really ending, huh?” you spoke aloud without thinking, while you were swaying slightly to the music in your boyfriend’s arms.

“This isn’t the end of us. We’ll go to college, we’ll grow up. The best is yet to come, darling.”

“You know what I meant,” you replied, a hint of sadness tinging your tone. “In college, I’ll study Literature, you’ll study Music. We’ll no longer be able to sit next to each other in class or exchange notes or hold hands under the desk.”

“We’ll do all sorts of other things,” Seonghwa responded cheerfully, trying to think positive. “We’ll have study dates in college, we’ll visit new restaurants and make more memories together. Just because high school is over, doesn’t mean we are. I’m not giving up on my best friend ever.”

“Your girlfriend,” you corrected him playfully.

“My best friend,” he repeated. “You were right. Being in love with each other doesn’t nullify our friendship. Both are equally important to me. You are the most important to me.”

“God, Hwa, how can you say such things so easily?”

“Is your heart fluttering?” your boyfriend and best friend teased you, swirling you around while dancing. You were met with his beautiful dark gaze again as he murmured: “Hi, princess.”

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you chuckled in response.

And you were finally home.

The End

[random-mha-thoughts]

Warmth (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: League of Villains x Reader (Platonic)

Appearances by Toga, Dabi, Shigaraki, Twice, Kurogiri

Someone on Wattpad requested: “hi! idk if you're still doing requests or not (and you don't have to do this if you want to) but can you do a platonic LoV where the reader is in a abusive relationship and she's coming back to the hide out and she goes to her room to cover up the bruises and stuff and toga come in asking to hangout when she see the bruises on the reader and goes and tells the league without the reader knowing. you can end it with some family fluff if you want.”

Genre: Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of physical/mental/emotional abuse

Word Count: 1,324

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ 

a/n: Yes, listening to The Neighbourhood while writing this hits different

This will be gender neutral on both fronts, in terms of the aggressor and the reader, since abuse can come from anyone. If you're in an abusive relationship, please get help and break out of that relationship if you can before it escalates. You are worth so much more and deserve to be with someone who will love and cherish you and not treat you like trash💖 

"There you are."  Kurogiri wipes down his glasses as per his normal routine.  "The kids were wondering when you would come back, they're waiting for you."

Act natural.  I tug at the sleeves of my jacket and .  "Y-Yeah, if they ask again, I'm just changing my clothes.  I think it's chilly, I want my hoodie, y'know?"  You're talking too much, that's not natural!  I scurry off to my room before Kurogiri can comment about my strange behavior.

Retreating into my room, I make sure to shut it closed so no one can see.  Ripping off my jacket and my tattered shirt, I throw the latter into a corner of my closet where no one will see.  Once I slip my black hoodie over my head and stand in front of the mirror, the first thing I see is the discoloration on my neck still peeking out from the collar.  Putting my hoodie up doesn't help anything either, to my dismay.

I have no choice but to pull out the concealer and color corrector.  My intense stare focuses on the pigmented tender spot as I pat it.  I guess it was my fault this happened anyway.  

The door suddenly opens in the midst of my wallowing and I pull the neck of my hoodie up before turning around.

Toga bares her fangs at me with her wide smile.  "(Y/n)~" she sings, "You're back finally!  Dabi and Shiggy wanna go out for a while, we were waiting for you to go!"

"Oh, yeah, I heard from Kurogiri, I'm just, uh, fixing my hair and changing my clothes because it's cold outside."  My heart still pounds from her entering so suddenly.  I nervously pretend to rub my neck just in case.

Her smile drops into confusion as she scans me.  "You're awfully jittery, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I smile as enthusiastically as possible.  "Just give me another minute, I'll meet you guys out front!"

With that, she's back to her blushing face and grin.  "Okay!  We're waiting!"

Once she shuts the door behind her, I turn back to the mirror and remove my hand.  Good enough, I sigh, At least it'll be dark.

.

"So, how was your date?"  Shigaraki takes a sip of his beer.  I know he's only asking to make conversation, he's indifferent to my relationship.

I finger my own cool metal can.  "Fine, we just watched a movie in the house."  I resist my instinct to flinch at the memory of the screams.  "Nothing special."

"You guys have been going out for a while, huh?"  Toga rests her head in her hands dreamily.  "What's it like being in love?"

Love, huh?   "It's...something."  I try skewing my voice to sound vague and mysterious.  "It's a lot of feelings, I can't really explain it."  It's best if I don't answer directly.

"You're pretty inseparable, I'd say."  Smoke rings lazily emerge from Dabi's blue fire.

Only because I'm told to.  "We just can't stay away from each other," I muster a smile and another sip of my beer.

Turquoise eyes study me from the side before the circle of fire disappears from his hand and he faces me fully.  "You're happy, right?"

His question catches me off guard as I almost choke, but I quickly recover.  "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

.

Waking up at the hideout the next afternoon is lonely and quiet.  Patting into the kitchen for food confirms my suspicions that no one's home.  Though I'm disappointed, it's assuring that I can use a heating pad for my marks without anyone commenting.

As I sit in front of my mirror facing my shame, I can't help checking my phone for any messages.  My notifications are empty.  Not that I expect anything less, it would be much more surprising if an apology was waiting for me.  Because I'm the one who should be apologizing.

I start texting with my one hand, holding the heat pack to my neck.  At least the temperature provides some kind of comfort in such a small space of my body, though I wish it would encompass me entirely.  The message sends, but it doesn't get read for a few minutes.  That's not normal, usually I'll be left on read.  They must really be angry.  My body goes colder with shame.  Our fight must've been worse than I thought.

I hear the front door slam open suddenly, heavy footsteps approaching my room quickly.  I don't know what to do with the heat pack.  As I'm panicking, the group storms into my room, catching me with it in my hand dumbly.  The boys' gazes all intently lock onto my face.

Toga lazily sits next to me, brandishing her knife as if it's the most casual thing.  "(Y/n)~ I wanted to ask you last night, what happened to you?"  She points the blade at my neck.

The darkness didn't hide it that well then, or she must've seen in my room last night after all.  "I-I got into a fight."  I rub the tender spot nervously.

"Yeah, with your supposed lover," Dabi spits, crossing his arms over his chest.

My body loses all heat as I go numb.  "W-What-?"  How did they find out?  My eyes flicker to the pseudo-innocent schoolgirl on the bed.  She must've told them, but how did she know?

"Why didn't you tell us what was going on?  Why would you let something like this go on?" the raven haired man continues reprimanding me.

I lower my head at his intimidating stare. I knew they'd be mad for not telling them, but I didn't want to worry them either.  "I wanted to take care of it myself," my feeble voice answers halfheartedly.

"You know, we would've taken care of that trashbag earlier if you'd said something."  Twice cracks the bones in his fingers one by one. "I don't care who they are, I'll destroy them either way."

My head snaps up.  "What do you mean you took care-?"

"We paid that loser a visit," Shigaraki stuffs a hand in his pocket, careful to stick his thumb out so it doesn't touch his pants.  "Let's just say we took care of your breakup for you, in our unique way of course."

I'm in disbelief.  They were all angry for me and decided to take matters into their own hands?  "Y-You did that for m-me?"  My body starts trembling.

"You're our family," Toga grins, walking over to me and wraps her arms around my neck from behind.  "Why wouldn't we eliminate someone ruining your life?"

My eyes well with tears the same way my chest fills with the undeserving warmth she's providing me with.  "Because I don't deserve it?"

"Oh, please, no one deserves to be unhappy or bullied by someone they love."  Twice joins the hug between the two of us, his large arms attacking from the other side.

"I'll pass on the hug," Shigaraki mumbles and retreats from the room, but there's a smile on his chapped lips.

"Dabi, don't you dare leave this room without contributing to the hug!" Twice bellows as the other man turns to leave.

His blue eyes roll and he huffs.  "Fine, just this once for you, kid.  Don't get used to it."  He awkwardly fits over our bodies, his warmth the last straw that allows my tears to overflow.

"We're your support group, silly," Toga comforts me, wiping my face, "Who else is gonna have your back like us?"

"Yeah, people are super cruel!" Twice chimes in.

"Can I leave now?" Dabi groans impatiently.

I release my grip on the heating pad and grip the arms around me, leaning my head onto Toga's.  Part of me wants to ground myself in this moment, their strange affection filling the void inside me.  I don't want to move from this spot, smothered under these three bodies of my home, my trusted comrades.  Next time - even though I pray there's no next time - I know if I need comfort, if I need warmth, I just need to ask for it.

[samingtonwilson]

A Bid on Bucky

Summary: You spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for Bucky when you could’ve had him for free this entire time.

Pairing: bucky x reader

a/n: this fic is damning evidence that idiots in love is my favorite genre, your honor. i’ve more likely than not used this gif before but idc because im lov it

Tony Stark is a humanitarian— a fact you have neither forgotten, nor will he allow you to forget. 

Oftentimes, he’ll remind you verbally and, other times, a visual reminder will be posted on the team’s social media accounts. The pictures of him at the elephant sanctuary he helped found in Thailand are your personal favorites.

If news of his latest cause is not filling the pages of The Times or showing up on CNN’s special segment of Billionaires Who Care with Christiane Amanpour, it’s being distributed via monthly text reminder of reasons to leave Tony’s special coffee alone— last month you were told, “His donations allowed the doors of Planned Parenthood to remain open in developing nations such as Burkina Faso, and all he asks for in return is that his teammates do not finish his goddamn coffee.” 

Of course, because you all live for him sniffing out your mugs at morning meetings to discover the culprit, his reminders only lead to greater coffee theft as it, in turn, increases the redness in his face when he finds the morally corrupt heathenous criminal— who is usually Clint. 

In true Tony Stark fashion, though, his favorite way to remind you all, and the rest of the world, is through a gala. A gala where champagne flows like water, money is no object, extravagance is to be expected, and, as a member of the team, attendance is mandatory. 

At first, you hated the damn things. It’s not like you’ve ever cared about the private island one guest owns which another guest is so obviously jealous of, or if the deal to buy a chunk of land on the light side of the moon before that hippie Elon Musk usurps it all has successfully closed. 

But now? Now that you’ve learned how to direct the money those snots brag ostentatiously about into causes you truly care for with a couple little sly techniques, you fucking love the things. 

You and Natasha have a game, actually. Whose Shameless and Absolutely Disingenuous Flirting Will Lead to More Money Donated to (Insert Tony’s Latest Cause Here)? 

Natasha is the current titleholder as Smelly Von Oil Tycoon’s wife shooed you away before you could close the million dollar deal and Cowboy Hat McFast Food Franchise would have given up his entire company if Natasha kept batting her eyelashes at him. But in the end, just as every other time the two of you have played, you both felt like winners because the almost obscene amount of money was helping fund housing for Rohingya refugees living in Bangladesh. The competitive edge to it is just for entertainment. 

This time, though, seeing as this event is an auction and you are in no mood to flirt with red-faced old men with paper-thin skin, you have taken to auctioneering with Sam. 

Motioning to a projected photograph of a luxurious Paris hotel room with a view of the Eiffel Tower in your best Vanna White impression, you grin as brightly as you can. “And the last item Sam and I will be auctioning off together is a two-night stay at Plaza Athénée in Paris. First class airfare for two is included, as are two tickets to the Louvre. You’ve been to Paris, haven’t you, Sam?” 

“Why, yes, baby girl, I have,” he replies with a grin as broad as yours, the spotlight and his natural charm causing his deep brown eyes to sparkle like diamonds. You think for a second that you can actually hear Bucky scoffing in the audience. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, but I will say that it is called the City of Love for a reason.” 

“Of course, our unlucky-in-love Sam shared those kisses only with every bit of bread and cheese he came across but you can share it all with someone special.” At that, Sam elbows you gently in the ribs with a fond roll of his eyes. “We’re going to start the bidding at twenty-thousand dollars.”

Immediately, paddles shoot up and Sam begins calling out higher bids and paddle numbers while you lean your hip against the podium and take a long sip of your champagne which has since, unfortunately, gone lukewarm and flat. Your face pinches and you scan the crowd for a wandering waiter. 

Before you can, though, your head tilts just as you spot Bucky, a large button reading “BACHELOR #4” pinned to the lapel of his tux.

He’s laughing. Not openly and loudly like he usually does when the two of you are alone, but his shoulders are shaking and he’s grinning so the skin beside his eyes wrinkles. You think fleetingly that his cheeks might even be dusted in pink as he ducks his head. 

The sight makes you smile, too, and you set your champagne aside. It’s secondary now. 

“Congratulations to Mr. Baldwin and all the other winners of these wonderful vacations,” Sam says once the winner has been announced and ushered backstage. “Sadly, our time is up for the night.”

You nod and pick up your microphone again. “Yes, but you will be seeing Sam again tonight as a part of the Bachelor Auction. Give the crowd a spin, Sam, show them what they could be going on a date with.” 

Sam unbuttons his wine-colored tuxedo and spins slowly, a slight swing in his hips. He’s met with several wolf-whistles, a rose thrown on stage, and a brief retching noise courtesy of Clint, to which Sam replies with a wink and a scoffed, “The glory is too much to handle for the insecure and faint of heart, ain’t it, Barton? We got a doctor on retainer in case you pass out.” 

Sam holds out his elbow to help you down the stairs and you gratefully loop your arm through his, your other hand hoisting the hem of your dress above your ankles. 

You sigh after meeting one of the bid winners, smile falling from your lips the moment you turn away. “I should’ve bid on that Marrakech trip.” 

Sam cocks an eyebrow. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit that you have yet to release him and simply follows you as you head to the bar. “Enjoy it last time?” 

“You mean when I was there to locate stolen Chitauri weapons?” you let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. “Steve didn’t even let me glance in the relative direction of a souq when that was the only reason I volunteered.” 

“So that’s a no?” 

You take the fresh flute of champagne a waiter offers and nod your thanks. “That’s a hell fucking no.” A pathetic pout and, “I deserve to love Morocco.” 

“Makin’ that face at me won’t help your cause. Makin’ that face at Pervert Santa Claus over there,” he points to a man, rosy-cheeked with a white beard and wandering eyes, who you recognize as the winner of the trip. “That’ll get you what you want.”

You make a face, tongue sticking out as you gag, and set your glass atop the bar. “First of all, even the prospect of sex with me will make his heart give out.”

Sam laughs into his tumbler of whiskey and rolls his eyes.

You grimace openly when the eyes of an elderly man— his arm around a woman who looks to be barely in her twenties— linger a bit too long and smile when he visibly shrinks. “And B., I only flirt with them to get donations. I’d sooner never leave this tower again than get with one of these ‘I only donate money to boost my public image’ types.” 

He hums and a slow, lazy smile curves his lips. He nods his head in the direction of something behind you. “Barnes’ got a different ideology.”

As casually as you can, you turn your body to lean your elbows atop the bar and tilt your head ever so slightly to glance where Bucky is standing. 

Standing and laughing. How is he still laughing? 

Arching an eyebrow at the woman he speaks to, you lift your glass to your lips. “Doesn’t look like she fits the bill.” 

“You’re joking,” Sam laughs, shaking his head as he sets his elbows on the bar as well. His shoulder brushes yours and, despite the itchy fabric of his tuxedo, you don’t mind. “That’s Maris Scheufele.” 

Long, chestnut brown hair swept over one shoulder to keep her back bare, her gown is silky, liquid gold. Dripping in wealth.

You purse your lips and turn back to Sam. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” 

“Chopard heiress.” 

“Chopard like—” with wide eyes, you point at the sapphire and diamond earrings borrowed from Pepper on your ears and the matching ring on your left index finger. “Like Cannes Film Festival Chopard? Like that Chopard?” 

“Yeah, that Chopard.” He has to stop from laughing at the look you offer him. He thinks he might see your skin turn green in a matter of minutes. “She’s more loaded than Cigarette-Breath Du Rideshare-App-CEO from the elephant benefit.” 

You manage a small smile and a quick roll of your eyes, only to have them once again land on Bucky and the Chopard heiress. Maris. 

You aren’t jealous— per se. Jealousy is an ugly emotion, after all. Childish, and inconsiderate, and rooted in insecurity. 

Sure, she’s cuddled up next to someone you’re in the midst of denying feelings for out of fear and the prospect of being undeserving. And, sure, she’s covered in diamonds and you’re usually covered in dried blood, dust, and dirt from HYDRA facilities. But you aren’t jealous. 

You know you’ve wasted your time, his efforts, and your emotions being anything but happy with Bucky. Chances lost never come around again, right? So you’ve made your peace with it. You’ve had to make your peace with it.

With how much you’ve messed up, how many chances you’ve lost. With how perfect she is and how perfect he looks laughing with her. 

Perfect. 

So perfect that your teeth grit and the grip you have on your champagne flute tightens.

“He’s gonna bring in the big bucks.” 

You snort. “I thought he had different ideologies.”

“He does. But you know she ain’t gonna let him get auctioned off to anyone else.” A corner of Sam's lips turn up in disgust as he, too, stares at them with little stealth. Nick Fury would be ashamed in you both. “Lookin’ at him like he’s a piece of jerky.” 

“Jerky?”

“Old, dried up beef.” He then hums in agreement with his own words. “Nasty, hundred-year old beef.” 

With a laugh— a laugh that has the cadence of a sob— you drop your head into your hands. 

You meet Bucky’s eyes when you pick your head up, his head tilted in silent question. Perhaps at your wet, ironic smile, perhaps at the pull of your eyebrows. 

You shake your head in response and it’s when he almost immediately returns to laughing at whatever Maris Scheufele is saying that you straighten with a frown. 

What the hell kind of name is that anyway? Maris.

“What the hell—” you pause to take the glass from Sam’s hands and polish off his whiskey. “What the hell is so funny?” 

The glass is snatched back. “Not you finishing my drink, that’s for sure.” 

Shrugging as you continue to stare at Bucky and Maris, you mumble, “Put the next one on my tab.” 

Sam snorts as he asks for another drink, facing you as he adds, “S’an open bar, you cheap ass.” 

Once you’ve been able to secure a fresh, much stronger drink for yourself, you loop your arm through Sam’s again and set your chin on his shoulder. Your noses nearly bump when he looks at you and you both laugh softly. “I fucked up, didn’t I?” 

“You did.” He yelps and laughs when you pinch his side, lightly knocking his head against yours. Gentle eyes meet yours as he says, “Not tryna be harsh, but you had him and you let him go.” 

“I know.” 

“He spent weeks moping about it, you spent weeks moping about it.” 

“I know.”

“It was miserable comforting both you idiots.” 

“Yeah, you’re the real victim here.” 

Despite your dry tone, he nods in agreement. “You could tell him right now. Get all this bullshit over with and out in the open.”

Just the idea makes your heart rate spike. “He might reject me. Exact revenge for what I did.” 

“Barnes is a lotta things. Greasy, geriatric, testy, fuckin’ annoying as shit—” Sam hisses when you pinch him again, “— but vindictive ain’t one of ‘em.” 

Before Sam can convince you to move even an inch from the part of the bar you’ve dubbed yours for the night, warm fingers wrap around your elbow and tap your arm five times in quick succession. A secret identification code. 

A secret identification code that makes you smile despite yourself. You lift your head from Sam’s shoulder and hope you don’t look too eager as Bucky leans back against the bar, facing you entirely. “Look who it is.” 

He waves vibranium fingers and grins, a bit of that thirties charm you’d heard so much about shining in his blue eyes as he looks at you. “Hi, sweetheart. Wilson,” he adds with a playfully curt nod, chuckling when Sam returns it. “You were great up there. Prettiest MC I’ve ever seen. Almost had me buyin’ the trip to Morocco to make up for the shit Steve put you through.”

You feel Sam shaking in silent laughter and sigh when you hear his whispered, “For fuck’s sake.” 

“Only ‘almost’?” you ask with a pout Bucky grins at and wide eyes that have him swallowing over a dry throat. “What does a girl have to do for you to actually bid?” 

He shakes his head after a moment of simply staring, chuckling. “These poor bastards don’t stand a chance against you, do they? They’d probably sign their entire companies over to you and not think twice about it.”

“Just doing my part to save the Amazon,” you shrug. “Like you’re doing with the Bachelor Auction.” 

“‘Bout that,” he begins as he straightens his jacket and tie— all black. You trace his jaw, sharp and angular, when he glances away for just a second. “How long d’you think it’ll take Stark to put me out of my misery when nobody bids on me?”

“I wouldn’t be so negative. I know of one person who’ll definitely bid on you.”

His lips quirk up on one end, eyes dreamy as his head tilts in indulgence. “Yeah? Who’s that?” 

“Your heiress.” 

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice Sam jabbing his elbow into your ribs and cocks an eyebrow in confusion. “My what?” 

Though you weren’t planning on replying, Tony’s voice over the speakers doesn’t allow Bucky to question you further and you heave a sigh of relief. He calls all the bachelors to the stage and Sam pulls his arm from yours, bumping your shoulders together before he departs just as Tony begins telling a story of his first bachelor auction and how much he went for. 

Bucky remains still, however. Leant against the bar, eyes on you. 

“Bachelor number 4,” you say, pointing at the button he wears. You smile softly. “You’re needed on stage.” 

That seems to jolt him out of whatever stupor he was lost in and he stands straight. He takes a step forward and pauses, so close you can feel the heat radiating from him and smell his subtle cologne. “Bid on me if no one else does.” 

“I won’t need to.” 

Natasha finds you just as the bidding begins and orders herself a drink. She doesn’t say much, simply looking at you as you stare at Bucky standing next to Steve and Sam, and nods to herself. She remains a quiet, comfortable presence until Steve is brought to centerstage and nearly every paddle in the room shoots up. “You tell him yet?” 

“Nope.” 

“Thought so.” She nods her head to her left and you follow the movement to where Maris sits, back straight as she, too, looks at Bucky— but she’s grinning, paddle poised to be raised. “Scheufele being a cock block?” 

You’re visibly surprised when you turn back to Natasha, her ginger hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. “How did you— How the hell could you possibly know that?” 

With the crooked curve of blood red lips, she smiles. “I’m just that good. And Sam texted me about it ten minutes ago.”

She continues to watch you as the excited winner of a date with Steve rises from his seat. “He’s next.” 

“I know that.” 

“You gonna bid on him?” 

You snort, though unconvincingly, and shake your head. “And go against an heiress? I’ll save myself the embarrassment.” 

“Stark pays us buckets,” she tells you with a frown, picking a stray piece of lint off her silver dress. “You could afford to go against an heiress.”

Bucky’s eyes are narrowed as he looks over the crowd of people seated at their tables. The light bounces off diamonds and sequins, gold and shiny leather shoes. It stings his eyes, it makes him scowl. 

“And next, ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on Bachelor Number 4,” Tony announces, turning a bit to glance at Bucky as he trudges over, not bothering to look a bit more appealing. “James Buchanan Barnes, truly the human equivalent of a cat.” 

Bucky openly glares at Tony now.

“James enjoys silence, brooding, eating like a fuckin’ horse, and telling the same story more than once,” Tony continues, ignoring the roll of Bucky’s eyes. “Cute, cuddly, and a little dangerous, we’ll start the bidding at one-thousand.” 

Three paddles shoot up. One from Maris, and two toward the center of the room. Your shoulders tense, Bucky’s relax.

“Okay, do I see eleven hundred?” 

Two paddles remain lifted until Maris shouts from her seat in a lilting voice, “Three thousand.” 

Your jaw clenches, Bucky grins. 

Tony set his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Alright, three thousand going once—” 

“Thirty-one hundred!” 

It feels as if the entire room turns in their seats to gape at you, but you try to pay them no mind. You, wearing your jealousy and determination like armor, stand at the bar with an empty glass in your hand, waiting for Tony to call your bid. But before he can— 

“Thirty-two!”

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at Maris. “Thirty-three!” 

“Four thousand!” She’s smiling. A perfectly manicured eyebrow is raised in challenge. 

You see red. “Forty-three hundred.” 

“Six thousand!” 

“Sixty-five hundred!” 

“Seventy-five hundred!”

When you look at the stage in a bit of a panic, Tony grins expectantly at you and Bucky— Well, you don’t think Bucky’s ever looked so shocked in all the time you’ve known him. But when his eyes go from Maris to meet yours, you find yourself yelling, “Ten thousand!” 

The room goes silent, or maybe you’ve just tuned it all out, and Tony is shaking his head in amusement. “Ten thousand going once.” 

You turn toward Maris as she sits and tosses her paddle onto the table. “Ten thousand going twice.”

You face the stage again. Bucky’s expression is unreadable. “Sold to our beautiful teammate in blue.” 

A bright spotlight shines on you and you fight the urge to run from the room, from the Tower, from New York, and give your best smile. 

— 

It’s four in the morning, all the lights on the residential floors of the Tower have been turned off, and the world is peaceful. But your mind continues to race. 

You sit at the kitchen counter, container of Sam’s leftover cheesecake from your lunch out with him open before you. You twirl a fork between your fingers and stare at nothing in particular, your soft breaths the only sound in the room. 

You’d changed out of your dress hours ago, washed off your makeup and taken the pins out of your hair. You could barely meet the eyes of your reflection out of fear of judgement and you didn’t ask FRIDAY to dim the lights or lock your door just in case she laughed at you. 

Tony had yet to talk to you about paying the ten grand you bid on Bucky and you left the ballroom before anyone could so much as snicker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever, you just needed the night to come to terms with your own stupidity. 

Yet as you prop your chin upon your palm and sigh, you think you might need a day or two, too. 

Quiet steps down the hall are made purposefully louder as they grow closer so as to not startle you, the lights dim as bulbs flicker on to about ten-percent of their full brightness. You fear your heartbeat might be audible to everyone in a ten mile radius at the sight of his blue eyes, messy brown hair, and wrinkled black t-shirt, and take a deep breath through parted lips in a futile attempt to calm it down.

He offers you a small smile and walks to the fridge. “You want some water?” 

You shake your head— even though he can’t see you. “No, I’m fine.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you take a breath to steady yourself. “Buck, I think we should talk.” 

He takes out a glass bottle of water for himself and shuts the fridge, leaning against the sink. He’s still smiling. “I know.” 

“I—” 

“I’m not gonna hold you to this thing,” he interjects, rolling the bottle between his hands. He watches as you sit up straight and set your fork down. “I know you made the bid just to donate the money and save me from that married heiress—” 

“Married?” you repeat to yourself. 

“And you’ve made it clear you just want to be friends,” he continues, undeterred. “So it’s okay. Hell, I’ll pay for half of it so I’ll feel like I’ve actually done somethin’ to save the sea turtles.” 

“The Amazon.” 

“Right, the Amazon,” he amends with a quiet laugh. He takes a sip of the water and sets the botte aside. “So whaddya say, huh? We’ll go half and half, help this cause out a little, and you don’t have to go on a date with me.” 

“Bucky, you don’t understand—” 

“No, no, I get it,” he says, walking around the narrow strip of granite separating you to sit on the stool beside yours. Features soft but a little sad, he shrugs as warmth rolls off him in waves. “I told you to bid on me in case no one else did and you saw how much more Steve went for. You tried to raise the bids on me and got stuck since those billionaires didn’t want to shell out more than ten grand on the Winter Soldier. I get it!” 

“That’s not why I did it, Bucky. Not at all.” 

He lowers his eyes to his hands, staring at mismatched palms, and says nothing. 

“Honestly, I—” You stop yourself when it feels as if your heart’s lodged itself in your throat and struggle to swallow over it. “When I saw that Chopard heiress talking to you and laughing with you, and when she bid on you and almost won that date, I— Something happened.” 

He looks at you now, eyebrows pulled together. “What happened?” 

“I— I don’t know. I guess I was a little jealous,” you say with a laugh only to shake your head. There’s a subtle sting behind your eyes, at the tip of your nose, and you pray to every deity you can think of to stop any tears. “No, I was very, very jealous. You two looked so happy and perfect and I wanted to scream, and cry, and— Fuck, all I could think about is how much time, and energy, and emotion I’ve wasted pushing you away so neither one of us ends up heartbroken when I already am.” 

You sigh, unable to meet his gaze as he gapes at you, his mouth hanging open as you laugh mirthlessly. “It probably seems so stupid to you and I know you’ve moved on, but, holy hell, I wish you still had some kind of crush on me because I’m dying here, Buck. I mean I just spent ten thousand dollars to make you go on a date with me.” 

“You did,” he agrees. He’s smiling when you manage to look at him, “You spent ten thousand dollars on me when you could’ve just had me for free this entire time.” 

He grasps your chin between his flesh index finger and thumb and jostles you a little, gaze so adoring. “And what punk ass told you I moved on from you? Huh? That same goof who said it’s just a crush?” 

He leans forward and pauses just before his lips meet yours, as if waiting for you to pull away only for you to close the distance first. 

What starts off as just a light brush of your lips against his quickly turns into a deep, hungry kiss that quiets your mind and forces your heart into overdrive. The warmth of it reaches your toes and every hair follicle, especially as both his hands cup your face while your fingers tangle through his hair, the rasp of his stubbly beard against your soft, sensitive skin stealing your breath even more.

You pull away first and your voice is small, a bit hoarse as you ask, “So you still like me?” 

He sets his forehead against yours and his lips pull into a smile. “I’d say it’s a li’l more than that, sweetheart.” 

It’s hours later when the sun is up, the cheesecake slice is long forgotten, and Bucky’s pulled you onto his stool to straddle his lap, your lips swollen and a little painful, that you groan in embarrassment. 

He immediately leans away from your neck and looks up at you in concern, lips full and cherry red. “What? What’s wrong?” 

“I have to pay Tony ten thousand dollars.” 

Chuckling, he rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your chin. “I’ll pay it.” 

“Then I’ll owe you ten thousand dollars.” You withhold a moan when he nips at a part of your neck that has your hips rolling into his, the hitching of his breath felt more than heard. “That— that just transfers the problem.”

You feel him smile, arm tightening around you. “I think I know of a way you can pay me back.”

“Sounds like you just discovered the world’s oldest profession.” 

A punishing nip under your jaw and you gasp as he laughs. “I’m still all for going half and half to save the sea turtles.” 

“The Amazon.” 

He sighs and leans back. “Fuckin’ Christ. Someone needs to save the fuckin’ turtles already, then.”

[chroniccombustion]

Things I’ll Never Say

From “And a Week is All I Need (To Fall in Love With You)“, part of @souyoweek2020​

Genre: romance, mutual pining,  dorks in love, M/M Rated: K+ Characters: Souji Seta (Yu Narukami), Hanamura Yosuke, Tatsumi Kanji, brief Dojima Nanako cameo Warnings: mild language Status: drabble collection, incomplete

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(song the title is from)

Day 2: Yosuke’s Birthday or Sunny

“Kanji...” he whispers, voice hoarse and cracking slightly at the end. “The other day, when you came over... was there a stack of colored envelopes on my desk?”

Confused silence greets him for a moment. Then, “Uh.... I think so? Pretty sure I remember seein' it.” He paused. “Why? Did I leave it there or somethin'? I swear I thought I grabbed it with the rest of the gifts...”

Souji's heart goes plummeting through his feet. “You... grabbed that one, too...?”

“This everything, Senpai?”

Souji looks up from where he's busy tucking a birthday card into a burnt-orange envelope – one that he folded extra-special just for this purpose. Grey eyes scan over the pile of other cards and small packages resting on his desk, taking stock of everything to make sure it's all there. After a moment he nods. “It should be, yeah.”

He stands from his spot behind the low work table and takes a moment to smile quietly down at the envelope in his hands before turning a wider smile towards the person standing across the room. “Thanks again, Kanji,” he says warmly, and the way the taller boy blushes faintly isn't lost on him. It's cute, Souji thinks, and maybe in another timeline where he wasn't already hopelessly in love with someone else, he might very well have been able to return the crush he knows his friend has on him. But that's neither here nor there, and as it stands Souji knows all too well how it feels to have his affections go unreturned. Even if he's much better at hiding them than Kanji is.

The punk mumbles something Souji can't quite make out but thinks might be a, “don't gotta thank me.”

He laughs quietly, gently. “I mean it,” he says, “there's no way I'd be able to hide all this where Yosuke wouldn't find it somehow; my room, ah...” He glances around with a soft chuckle, waving a hand at the open space. “I don't really have a lot of extra storage.”

Kanji looks like he's about to reply – probably to wave off Souji's thanks again – but anything he might have said is interrupted by a sweet voice calling from downstairs. “Onii-chan!” The sound of small footsteps padding down the hallway precedes a gentle knock at the door. “Onii-chan? Are you home?”

Souji chuckles, affectionate and soft, and calls, “I'm home. Come on in.”

Nanako needs no further invitation. The door swings open and a pigtailed head peeks in, brown eyes bright. “Onii-chan, Daddy says he's coming home tonight! Will you help me make dinner? Oh!” she gasps, pure delight spreading over her face as she spots kanji near the desk. “Hello!” She looks over at a still-smiling Souji, then back to Kanji, and practically beams. “Are you staying for dinner, too?”

“Would you like to?” Souji asks, quieter than his exuberant little sister but no less genuine. It's been a while since anyone other than Yosuke has been over in the evenings, and Souji finds he wouldn't mind at all if his rough-around-the-edges underclassman stayed and let Souji feed him. After all, Kanji agreed to hiding the pile of birthday gifts so Yosuke doesn't go snooping through his partner's room for them (though Souji is still a little irritated as to just why he knows Yosuke won't be poking around at Kanji's house to look for gifts). At the very least, he'd like to do something to show Kanji his thanks, since the blond doesn't seem inclined to let him say it.

But Kanji has gone from blushing to an odd shade of purple, fingers scratching as the back of his own hair as he ducks his head to the side and down. Souji at first interprets this as 'cuteness overload', because honestly, who does Nanako not have that effect on? But no. Rather than mutter about how adorable Nanako is like he usually does, Souji hears Kanji instead mutter something unintelligible – with the only discernible words being “Dojima” and “staring at me.” And oh. Well. Souji is disappointed, yes, but he does understand; if his uncle weren't coming home then Kanji likely would have agreed, but there is still an awkwardness between the pair of them, mostly out of yet-unbroken habit. So Souji just gives his friend a knowing smile and says, “You need to get home, don't you?” When Kanji looks up at him, Souji nods in gentle understanding. “Your mom?” he adds, giving the other boy an out that won't alert Nanako.

Kanji's eyes widen for a moment as he catches on, then straightens. “Y-yeah!” he says a bit too loud and a bit too quick. “I mean! My ma's probably waitin' on me.”

Nanako visibly deflates and Kanji looks like he's ready to combust, so once again, Souji steps in. “It's alright,” he says at them both as he reaches down to ruffle Nanako's hair. “Another night this week, maybe?” He quirks a stormy-grey brow, lips twitching upwards in a tiny smirk. “I'll bring leftovers for lunch tomorrow, too; you should come sit with me.”

And oh, if Kanji's face doesn't simultaneously light up and flush a bright, dusty red at that. “Ah heck yeah!” he manages to crow past his blush, and it's absolutely great. Souji has to bite back a triumphant smile because he will feed his friend in thanks for his help whether it be tonight or tomorrow. He'll make extra food later on if he has to, just to have enough to bring to school.

In the end, without really looking, Kanji hurriedly shovels the stack of gifts and cards into the paper sack Souji had brought out for him to use, and Souji and Nanako walk him to the front door to see him out. Kanji loiters for an extra five minutes while Nanako hugs him tightly, and Souji thanks Kanji again where he knows his friend can't really dispute the sentiment with Nanako there to back her brother up. Kanji is a good friend, and Souji almost feels bad about the taller boy's crush, what with Souji's constant need to make sure everyone around him is happy, but even if Souji can't return his kohai's affections he sure as hell can let him know he's appreciated. So with Kanji still sporting a blush and Nanako finally letting him go so he can escape, Souji says a last goodbye to the soft-hearted punk, watching him head up the road for a few moments to make sure he'll be alright heading home.

It's not until several days later that he realizes something is horribly amiss.

---

Souji's crush on his best friend started early. If asked, he wouldn't be able to put his finger on an exact date or pick out an exact event that sparked it. It just... happened. Yosuke was his partner, a new friend that Souji had hoped he'd be able to keep, but it was nothing deeper than platonic affection - until it was.

Without warning it had crept up on him, until Souji found he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in love with the friendly brunette. Yosuke was charming, funny, kind, and despite his flaws (the least of which being the boy's uncanny ability to lodge his own foot in his mouth at the worst of times), Souji had never met another person besides Nanako that he'd clicked with so well.

Which was why it had been getting harder and harder for him to keep his feelings to himself. Back when he'd been living in the city, well before his parents had sent him to Inaba and then given in to his begging to let him stay for his final year of high school, Souji had kept a journal. Every time he'd had an emotion, a thought, a welling-up of something inside him that screamed to be let out but had no safe outlet for him to do so, Souji would sit down at his desk and pour out everything he couldn't say onto the paper. He'd filled up the entire journal within the span of a year.

So he'd started another. And then another. And then he'd moved to Inaba and quickly filled up the last half of that third journal with his secret worry over the murder cases. He'd filled another, thinner journal after that one, too, until he'd run out of both paper and fear and anger and stress to fill it with. He'd thought he was done.

But then he'd fallen in love with Yosuke.

He'd tried starting yet another journal, just to dedicate to how much he was pining (yes, pining, he could admit it to himself, at least) over the best friend he'd ever had. But after he'd finally found the perfect one, cover bright with colors like summer, he'd sat down to touch his pen to the first page and... nothing. For the first time in his life, Souji hadn't been able to put his emotions into words.

For several weeks he would try and start all over again, thinking maybe if he gave himself enough time to think more about what he wanted to say then the words would come easier. He'd get maybe a sentence or two in, reread it, and then grow frustrated with himself for yet another failed attempt. His breakthrough finally came while working on some translations for one of his part time jobs – a letter, written from a high school student to a foreign girl her family had hosted as part of an exchange program. In her letter she'd anxiously confessed her feelings, hopeful they could meet again someday. By the time he went to bed Souji had every word of the letter burned permanently into his brain, and the moment he was free from school the next day he had gone straight to the shopping district and bought himself a pretty, pastel orange stack of stationary, sunflowers drawn in delicate lines across the bottom of each page.

Writing had suddenly become much easier after that. In the form of a letter, where Souji could pretend he was talking directly to the object of his affections rather than just about, he found that he could burn through nearly a dozen pages front and back in a little under a weekend. He'd had to make two more trips to the shop to get more packs of stationary because, while pretty and perfect for inspiring words of love and hopeless devotion, the flowers on the paper were hand-drawn and so there just weren't that many sheets in the package. At some point, Souji had just given in and bought three packs at once to save himself another venture into town.

The stack of letters grew; some were short, filled with simple things like, “you smiled at me today during lunch and I nearly forgot how to breathe,” and some where longer, detailing the way the setting sun had shone behind them at the riverbank and“made you look ethereal.” As he finished them, one by one, Souji would tuck them safely away in one of his homemade envelopes – all in sunset colors and tied together in a bundle with red string. The bundle stayed on his desk, off to the side where it wouldn't be in the way but still close enough that he could reach for it to add another record of his secret love.

Which is why, three days after Kanji had left with the pile of gifts, on the evening of Yosuke's birthday, when Souji goes to write out an entire day's worth of ache and longing and reaches for the bundle of letters so he can add the newly finished one to the rest only to find it missing, he abruptly has a heart attack.

He has a second one twenty minutes later as he stands in the middle of his now gutted bedroom with absolutely no sign of them anywhere. Books and folders lay scattered from where they'd been yanked from his desk and tossed out of the way onto the futon, only for the futon to also be pulled aside and dumped haphazardly across the work table. He'd gone so far as to (quietly) pull both the couch and the desk away from the walls to see if somehow his heart on paper had been lodged between them and the furniture – all to no avail.

He stares at his ransacked surroundings, wracking his brain to try and think of any other place they could be. They wouldn't be downstairs anywhere; neither Nanako nor Dojima have any reason or desire to go through his things. They wouldn't be in his school bag, either, because Souji would sooner walk straight into the Samegawa and let it drown him than take something so dangerous and valuable anywhere near where Yosuke could happen upon it. In fact, Souji had made it a point in times past to hide the letters behind his textbooks on the desk whenever Yosuke came over, and even though Yosuke had spent plenty of time digging around for Souji's “stash,” he'd steered well clear of the study materials. No, there's no place else in the house or out of it that the bundle could be.

No place else except one.

Souji's hands are shaking so badly that he's already almost dropped the phone twice before he manages to scroll through his contacts and successfully locate the name that he prays to every single god imaginable will tell him he's wrong.

“Yo, Senpai, what's up?”

“Kanji...” he whispers, voice hoarse and cracking slightly at the end. “The other day, when you came over... was there a stack of colored envelopes on my desk?”

Confused silence greets him for a moment. Then, “Uh.... I think so? Pretty sure I remember seein' it.” He pauses. “Why? Did I leave it there or somethin'? I swear I thought I grabbed it with the rest of the gifts...”

Souji's heart goes plummeting through his feet. “You... grabbed that one, too...?”

(Nonononono, this wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening!)

Kanji hums on the other end of the speaker. “I mean, I thought I did. I didn't check the bag after I got it home, though... Is somethin' wrong, Senpai?”

Souji hears his own voice, hears himself saying, “N... no. No, nothing's wrong. Thanks, Kanji,” but he can't actually feel the words leaving his mouth. His arm falls limp against his side then, and his fingers act on muscle memory, flipping the phone closed and hanging up the call.

Okay. Okay okay okay, he thinks, trying to keep himself grounded long enough to sort through his own head. The situation is grim, yes, but not hopeless. Yosuke's birthday celebration had been earlier that evening; school had eaten up the first half of the day and both Teddie and Yukiko were on a limited time frame due to work at Junes and the inn, respectively, so there hadn't been much time to do anything other than grab an early dinner together at Aiya's. It had given Kanji and Rise time to run back home and retrieve the bag of gifts and the batch of artisan cupcakes the pop idle had special-ordered in from a shop in Okina and picked up the day before.

The Team had piled into a little corner in the restaurant, laughing and eating and wishing their friend a happy birthday until it was time for Yukiko and Teddie to leave, with Chie offering to escort her girlfriend home. Up until that point, though, they'd all been so busy that Yosuke had forgotten to open any of his presents. And so, not wanting to open anything without the whole group there for him to thank, he'd decided to just take the sack home with him for the time being, with everyone agreeing to meet up at Souji's place the next day after school for Birthday Dinner Round 2.

So. The bad news: Yosuke more than likely has Souji's stack of love letters that were never meant to see the light of day. Alright. Yes. That is utterly goddamn terrifying.

The good news, however, is that he hadn't opened them before, and probably won't open them until they all get together tomorrow. There is still a chance that Souji could get them back without incident – either by waiting until Yosuke is distracted and sneaking the letters back out of the sack of presents, or by telling Yosuke the partial truth, that Kanji had grabbed something by mistake and could I have those back, please, Partner? Yosuke didn't have to know what they were; Souji could simply say that they were letters from his parents from over the years of them being away while Souji stayed either alone or with other people.

Only... Shit. Yosuke already knows that Souji's parents don't actually write to him. Maybe he could say they were from years ago and he was keeping them for sentimentality's sake and putting them in pretty new envelopes. Or! He could say it's stuff he wrote to them but never sent, because that was marginally closer to the truth, wasn't it? But all of that could be a last resort if he isn't able to just steal the letters back and---!

Someone is calling him.

Souji's careening train of thought comes to a screeching halt as his phone begins to vibrate in his hand, the quiet chirping of his ringtone now like a shout into his ears.

He winches, both from the noise and from the whiplash of being sucked back out of his own head, and, on reflex, he brings the offending piece of technology up to his face to look at the screen.

And then immediately jerks back in panic and chucks his phone across the room where it lands on the futon now decorating his work table.

“Oh god no...”

Yosuke is calling him.

Yosuke is calling him and Souji has no plan of action and no way of knowing if he's already too late to stop the tidal wave of destruction that may or may not be headed his way, and ohhhhh he's hyperventilating now, isn't he? Yes. Yes, he most certainly is.

The chirping finally stops just as Souji's vision starts to haze over with white, leaving his ears ringing with its echos for a good few seconds in the sudden quiet of the room. He can hear his own breathing, the thumping of his pulse through his temples and his neck, but with the silence now hanging heavy over his shoulders he finds himself more grounded than he'd been just moments ago. He sighs, shaking out his arms to try and release some of the tension that's been curling tightly in his limbs, and as the quiet stretches on, he feels his hammering heartbeat begin to slow once more.

It takes him ten minutes to feel like a human again. Still jittery but no longer feeling as if he's going to go blind from lack of oxygen, Souji sighs and starts over towards where his phone rests halfway off his displaced futon, leaning down to check and see if it's intact. It's a mistake; no sooner than he's bent over enough to pick up the phone, there comes a muffled scraping sound, like something moving out on the roof. It's followed by a quiet 'thump' and then the sharp, 'tap-tap-tap!' of knuckles against a pane of glass.

Souji lets out a yelp of surprise – the single most undignified, ungraceful sound he's ever made in his life – and whirls around to stare at the closed curtain like he thinks it might somehow come alive. Without even having to see, Souji already knows exactly who has just climbed up the side of the house.

He bites his lip, tasting the barest hint of salt and blood. Please just go away...

Sadly, it seems that whatever deities might have once been on his side are now ignoring him, because in that beat and a half of silent fear there comes another knock at his window. “Souji!” calls a voice from outside. Right outside, as if the speaker is perched just beyond the window, with only the glass and the curtain to separate them both.

The voice – the all-too-familiar voice – comes again, a little louder and less patient this time. “Hey! Partner, I know you're in there, I can see your lights on. I just heard you!” There is a muffled grunt and a sound like something shifting and Souji still can't seem to move. Three more knocks against the glass.

“Bro, I am stupid and reckless as hell, you know I'll just keep getting louder until Dojima wakes up if I have to.”

And both from his tone and the way the knocking and the whispers seem to get steadily louder, Souji doesn't doubt him for a moment. To be frank, Souji isn't entirely sure his uncle and cousin haven't heard all the commotion already – and he knows that the longer he continues to avoid the other boy, the more suspicious he's making himself look. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.

So he gives in. Best to get it over with and accept his fate. Maybe there will still be a way to salvage the situation – or at the very least keep it from escalating. He isn't confident in either choice.

It's just as Yosuke makes one last whisper-shout of, ���Dude, let me in!” that Souji finally unsticks himself from the floor and yanks the curtain aside to reveal – yep, just like he'd thought – a rather irritated-looking Yosuke kneeling unsteadily on the slanted overhang covering the front door. With a solemn kind of dread, Souji unlocks the window and slides it open, reaching out to grab his friend by the arm and yank him inside before he can make any more noise.

“Finally!” Yosuke says, once he's landed, still in a harsh pseudo-whisper as he's standing up from his hunch. He glares up at Souji, mouth turned down in a pout, but oddly, there doesn't seem to be any heat behind it all. In fact, as Souji stares, tense and frozen and trying impossibly hard to not give in to his fight-or-flight instincts, he could almost say that Yosuke looks... nervous?

Well of course, he argues to himself, he's probably afraid of you now.

Maybe Souji can play dumb and claim he doesn't know what's going on – or maybe he can dive out the window himself and make a break for the train station. If he's quick enough he might be able to catch the last train of the night.

“The hell happened to your room?” Yosuke mumbles, looking around, and Souji fakes a smile as best he can, though even through his numbing anxiety he can feel how strained it is. “Yosuke,” he tries, nearly tripping over his best friend's name. The smile twitches as he tries to keep it in place. “What're you do--”

He grinds to a halt as the boy he's been in love with for the better part of a year pins him with another sharp amber glare and reaches into his hoodie pocket to pull out the very thing Souji was hoping his partner would never see. He swallows, mouth and throat and tongue all suddenly very dry.

“...I can explain...”

Yosuke fixes him with an unreadable look. He stares at Souji for a moment that stretches painfully on, eyes searching Souji's no doubt devastated face. Eventually he lets out a long exhale though his nose.

“I'm guessing I wasn't supposed to see these?” he says, holding up the stack of yellow-orange-pink envelopes, loosely tied back together with their red string – though it isn't really a question. When Souji doesn't answer, Yosuke nods to himself as if deciding something. He pulls the letters back towards his chest and holds them... almost reverently, looking down at them with a soft sort of expression that Souji has never seen him wear before.

Yosuke turns the letters over in his hands. “I didn't know what they were at first; there wasn't a name or note or anything, so I didn't know who they were from and I thought maybe they'd wound up in the bag by mistake cuz, ya know...” Amber eyes glance back up and for a moment the bridge of his nose is dusted a faint pink. He rolls his wrist, waving his hand in lieu of words. The gesture is entirely unhelpful. “They just...” he starts again, huffing. “They didn't look like the rest of the stuff in the bag? So I thought, this should be okay to open, right? Just the top one? And I was just gonna check and see what these were in case someone was missing something and I figured if they were a gift then I could save the rest for tomorrow, but, uhm...”

And here Yosuke trails off, looking back up at Souji with such a searching look, and Souji has no idea how to read him right now. He just stands there, chest aching as his heart batters the inside of his sternum and the edges of his vision tint grey from where he's neglected proper breathing. This is it, this is where he loses his partner, the best friend he's ever had. Souji could have been content loving Yosuke from afar; maybe not happy, exactly, but content. It wouldn't have destroyed their friendship that way, and Souji could have let himself pretend, every so often when he was alone in the dead of night, that Yosuke loved him back. But now all of that is gone.

And Souji feels his heart beginning to crack.

“I'm sorry...” he whispers, voice thin and brittle. He doesn't know what else to say.

There is another long moment of silence. Souji is expecting a rebuke, something biting and defensive or disgusted, perhaps, but it never comes. Instead, Yosuke's expression seems to twist into something confused and almost hurt.

Yosuke clears his throat awkwardly.“Sorry for...?” he asks, stretching it out as like he's trying to prompt Souji to elaborate. He doesn't say anything for a bit, just waiting, watching his partner's face as if trying to read him.

“I read all of them, you know,” he says at length. His grip on the letters tightens. “Twice.” He glances back down at the sunset-colored envelopes and brushes a thumb across the edge of the topmost one. “And I thought, if this was a joke then it was a shitty one.” An anxious fingernail picks at the red string. He huffs. “But if it wasn't and you meant it, then...” A swallow. “It was probably the best birthday present I've ever gotten...” He looks up then, and the glimmering, guarded hope hidden in the lines of his face is enough to shove all the remaining air from Souji's lungs.

Because there is no way he could possibly be this lucky.

Taking a deep, deep breath in, Yosuke squares his shoulders, lifts his chin, and steps forwards until he's less than half a foot away from Souji's face, close enough that Souji can feel the other boy's rapid breathing in faint bursts against his own skin – and suddenly his heart is fluttering for an entirely different reason.

Face red, Yosuke stares directly into Souji's eyes and quietly says, “Did you mean it?”

And Souji breathes a quiet, honest, “Yes.”

Yosuke's eyes widen. “...Yes?” he repeats, like he can't quite believe it.

Souji nods. “Every word.”

And then Yosuke's fingers are fisted into the collar of Souji's shirt, pulling him down to crash their mouths together in a messy, awkward kiss. The angle is a little off, their lips not quite meeting they way that they should, and Souji has no idea what he's doing with his hands as he hesitantly brings them up to rest one on Yosuke's arm and the other on his hip.

It's perfect.

They part a few seconds later, Souji's face and neck and ears burning just as hot as Yosuke's look, but neither make any move to step away.

Yosuke's mouth twitches up at one corner in a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” he mumbles, “I wanted to do that before I lost my nerve.”

Souji laughs – not a real one, just a puff of disbelieving breath – and returns the almost-smile as something warm blooms inside his chest. “I love you,” he whispers, and never in his life could he have imagined just how good it feels to finally say it aloud, free of the fear of hatred and rejection.

Yosuke ducks his head as the blush burns further up his ears. The shy, bright grin spreading across his face, however, is beautiful.

“...Love you, too, Partner.”

Beaming, Souji can't help but wrap his arms around his friend and pull him into a hug, burying his face in the soft brown hair at Yosuke's temple. He doesn't cry, but he can feel his shoulders shaking; he doesn't have the focus to tell if it's from relief or something else. “Never thought I'd hear you say that,” he admits quietly, feeling safer with his face hidden from Yosuke's view.

The other boy brings his own arms up to encircle Souji's ribs, giving his back a gentle pat with the hand not still holding the stack of letters. “Yeah, well,” he says, and there is a bewildered chuckle in his voice. “I never thought you were secretly writing me love letters, but here we are.”

Oh!

Souji pulls back from the hug as a thought hits him. He tries not to give in to the little noise of unhappiness Yosuke makes as Souji steps away, having to actively will his feet to take him over to the desk instead of back into his friend's arms. Luckily it's not far, nor does his purpose for being there last more than a moment or two as he snatches up the letter he'd written earlier, now the only one left that Yosuke hasn't yet read. He pivots on the ball of his foot, turning his final step towards the desk into a single fluid motion that carries him back to Yosuke, and holds the creamsicle-orange envelope out for the other boy to take. He smiles, giddy and shy. “Happy birthday, Yosuke.”

Yosuke smiles to match his own, honey-brown eyes warm as he gently takes the letter from Souji's hand and places it on top of the bundle still in his grip, tucking a thumb into the envelope's unsealed flap. “It is, yeah.” He leans in to close the distance between them once again and stretches up until he can touch his lips to Souji's in a chaste, sweet kiss. “Got everything I wanted.”

(Souji brings Kanji a homemade lunch every day for a month.)

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Special Present | LJN

Genre: F L U F F ! (OMG i luv lee jeno so this is just aefkjhefuadnc)

Word Count: 1k

Anon: oh my god I just found your account and I'm 😍😘🙏 anyway can I request an nct dream scenario with Jeno where it's your birthday and you celebrate with the dreamies but Jenos present for you is special bc he has the feelings !! I'm so soft for him uwu 

Today was the day...the day that everyone but you seem to forget. It’s been a whole year since the last time it happened and you’ll think that people would learn from their mistakes then. But you thought wrong and it’s sad not being surprised by that. So basically, on this special day, you stayed home. Sulking in your couch as you tuned into your favorite movie.

You could understand the first time it happened, where everyone forgot. You had just moved out of the country and now lived in Korea. Away from home, it made sense. When you obtained friends, you hoped at least one of them would remember. But when it didn’t happen, it just felt horrible. Erhhh...it’s better not to even care about it. You should be used to it by now.

It was around the middle of your movie when your phone started to buzz. Turning it over you saw the picture of one of your best friends, Lee Jeno. Normally you would pick it up right away, because okay...who wouldn’t. But today you were just salty. All you wanted to do was stay home and cry while watching coco. Is that too much to ask for?! Like you’re here crying over Miguel singing remember me for coco. You don’t have time for friends who forget your birthday.

No presents, no party, not even a simple acknowledgement of “happy birthday”. That’s basically all you wanted...just to get a simple text saying “happy birthday”. But now that too is too much to ask for. But anyways, You kept watching the movie until your phone stopped buzzing. But it became even more annoying when your doorbell was starting to ring like crazy.

“Oh my god!” You screamed out as you stood up stomping towards the door since you could barely hear the movie anymore. Opening the door, you weren’t surprised for who was standing behind it.

“Y/n! I was calling you I thought you were dead!” Jeno exclaimed as he hugged you. More like hugging a stone since you ain’t having none of it. Well, Jeno has noticed your reaction and stared at you weirdly, “Hey are you okay?” He asked. You silently nodded and began to close the door until Jeno stopped it with his hand.

“Hey hey y/n..don’t be like that.” He pouted, “well anyways, We are hanging out so let’s go!” Jeno said as he pulled you out of your house and shut the door behind you and pushed you into his car. “JENO! What the fuc-“ you stared to shout until his hand landed on your mouth. “Ahh I want to hang out with my best friend, what’s so bad with that?” He questioned as he continued to drive, leaving your speechless.

You guys drove all the way to Jeno’s house and quickly went upstairs to his bedroom. “Jeno...i just want to be home..today especially” you sighed as you fell into his bed in pure exhaust. “Y/n…” you felt the bed dip down beside you as Jeno sat. “Get up” he demanded, making you glance at him, not wanting to follow his orders until he pouted making it an obligation to do whatever he says.

“Fine..wha-“ your voice sting of irratation until Jeno grabbed your hand and placed a small box into the palm of your hand. “J-Jeno...what is this for?” You ask obliviously as you turned the box in your hand to further examine, fondly staring at it.

A small chuckle left Jeno’s mouth as he held you hand once again. “I have one more place to bring you to so follow me” Jeno pulled you towards the door that lead to the backyard, “after you” Jeno opened the door gaining a weird look from you. “Don’t worry y/n there isn’t a murderer outside I promise” Jeno one smile at you before you sighed and stepped out into the backyard noticing that there were tables and balloons and ribbons all decorating the whole entire yard.

“SURPRISE!!!” From the side jumped out the rest of your friends: Mark, Renjun, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung. You were startled, falling into Jeno’s arms for support to stand. “Wha...what is all of this?” You asked as they all smiled at you.

“It’s your surprise party silly! Happy birthday y/n” Jeno said, as you looked around noticing all the ‘happy birthday’ decorations. Looking at all your friends that had little party poppers in their hands...you just felt so...emotional. And from than you just couldn’t hold back your tears.

“Aww y/n don’t cry!” All of your friends said as they pulled you into a group hug. For a minute you thought that no one remembered. You thought that no one cared about your special day. No one said happy birthday to you. No one acknowledged your birthday until now…were your 7 friends were all around you, knowing fully well that today was your day.

“Thank you so much guys...I love you all. Seriously I mean it and I can’t ask for better friends than you guys” you muttered as they All whipped away your tears as you became all sappy. The rest of the day was filled with fun. The surprise party was a success, the cake was good. But the time that was really memorable was opening your presents.

Mark gave you that sweater you’ve been eyeing every time you guys went to the mall. Renjun and Haechan got you a small necklace that had a shiny silver heart pendant hanging from it. Jaemin and chenle gave you your favorite candy. And Jaemin gave you a gift card to your favorite café. You were grateful, really grateful. After the party, you and Jeno where left to clean up since it was already 2 A.M and the others had to really get home at some point, especially Jisung and Chenle who was driven home by mark.

After cleaning up outside, you and Jeno went back into his room and sat together on his bed. “Hey remember that box I gave you earlier today?” Jeno asked, gaining you attention. You’ve had the little box in your hand the whole day but never really had the chance to open it.

Once you pulled off the cover you were met with a small little flash drive that sat upon some wrapping tissue. Jeno grabbed the flash drive and plugged it into his computer that he already had on his lap. As it loaded up, a window popped up, making your eyebrows furrow.

“A video?” You asked as you peered over his shoulder. You got a small response of agreement before Jeno placed the laptop infront of you, waiting for you to press the play button.

There was a small static screen until one of your friends, Mark Lee, appeared on screen. “Well where do I start...okay uhm, happy birthday y/n!” Mark had said through the video. The whole thing was actually a video of the 7 of them (mark, Renjun. Haechan, Jaemin, chenle, and Jisung) giving you warm birthday wishes. Nearing the end was like a small documentary type thingy that Jeno has collected of you guys for the past year. It displayed all the happy moments you’ve all shared together, things like finishing highschool, hanging out, traveling.

But the one thing that really made your birthday special was the last thing. After the memory compilation ended, there was this static fuzz again like how there was one before it started. You thought it marked the end of the video, making you start moving your hand to close the window before someone popped up.

After the fuzz there was Jeno. You’ve realized that Jeno wasn’t included in the small complication with the others. Maybe it’s because he did make the video and he wanted a special part in it. Also, apart from the whole friend group. You and Jeno were closer to each other than the rest of them so it makes sense.

“Hey y/n…” the video of Jeno started. By now you’ve rested your head onto Jeno’s shoulder, grabbing his arm and hugging it for comfort.

“I just wanted to start off by saying happy birthday. You deserve a special day and I hope that we did our best to make it one. I remember you telling me how your family had always forgot about it so I didn’t want you to feel that way anymore because you have us now.” Jeno smiled, “haha okay…um ok so I wanted to put this in separately from the other because I wanted to tell you how much you actually mean to me” you turned to Jeno as he gave you a nod to look back at the video.

“Your one of the greatest best friends I’ve ever had and I never want to loose you. You’ve been the reason to my happiness ever since we’ve became friends and I hope you feel the same about me. And well uhm...I just. Want to say it now since if I wait longer I might never get the guts to tell you” he took a breath, “y/n, I love you. And you know that. But I love you in a way that I never want to loose you and I always want you in my life. So what I’m trying to say is...would you like to be my girlfriend?” The video suddenly cut off and the screen was all black, automatically closing the window to be greeted by Jeno’s wallpaper.

You were SHOOK. okay so like how are you suppose to react when your best friend and secret crush had confessed to you? Idk all that there was now was all the screaming and squealing that wants to escape your mouth right now.

“Jeno…” you turned to him, “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same I understand” he quickly admitted until you attacked him with a hug, squealing like a maniac.

“Of course Jeno…” he smiled to your agreement. As he hugged you back. You two were now laying on his bed, embracing each other. “Thank you for everything Jeno...for the party and the video and being my friend” you became sappy again…

“You made my birthday special” you admitted as he hugged you tighter and shifted his gaze so you two were now looking at each other. Jeno’s signature moon eye smile appeared on his face as he said softly,

“Happy birthday y/n”

(Authors note:

Well I hope you all like this one. I’m sorry if it’s kind of all over the place because I had so much writers block since I was so busy this week. The next two weeks I have to go back to my school and volunteer to help the freshman out so I won’t have much time to do these but I’ll still try my best!

Love ya,

Kai)

[yoon-kooks]

A Prince’s Kiss

Pairing: Yoonkook 

Genre: SleepingBeauty!AU, Prince!Jungkook, Guard!Yoongi, Fluff, Crack

Summary: Yoongi “accidentally” falls victim to an eternal slumber in hopes that his prince will come to his aid with true love’s kiss. 

Word Count: 1.7k 

A/N: also posted on ao3 @yoon_kooks!

“Umm, Yoongi?” Jungkook, the youngest prince in the Bangtan Kingdom, looks at his personal guard with the biggest eyes and the most innocent smile.

“Yes, Prince Charm-… I mean… Jungkook?”

“You can let go of my hand now,” he chuckles, swinging the entwined fingers up and down as they walk back to the palace. “We’re safe and out of the woods now. Besides, I’m pretty sure the bunnies and deer were never going to attack us…”

“Yeah, but what about the dragons?”

“Dragons?!” Jungkook can’t believe his ears. In fact, he kind of wants to see it with his own eyes. “Yoongi, we have to go back. I didn’t get to see the dragons…”

“We just spent two hours searching the woods for Totoro, and you best believe we aren’t going back for the dragons.”

“But-”

“Look Jungkook, I was assigned as your guard to protect your cute little ass from anything potentially dangerous, and Totoro and dragons just so happen to fall under that category.” Yoongi pinches the prince’s cheek. “I think you’ve had enough exploration for today. Let’s go back home and rest, yeah?”

“You always treat me like a baby,” Jungkook tugs his hand out of his guard’s grasp. That’s never a good sign.

“I’m just trying to keep you as safe as possible,” Yoongi puts his hands up and gets all defensive like the guard he is. “Remember there was that one prophecy about someone pricking their finger on something and then they fall into an eternal slumber? That could be you. So don’t go asking me to save you with true love’s kiss when it happens~”

“I hope it’s you who pricks your finger,” Jungkook says with the sharpest of hmphs as they enter through the palace gates. Not good… not good at all. Yoongi dies a little bit every time the prince gets upset, and especially when the anger is directed at him.

So he backs away and sheepishly follows ten feet behind Jungkook, only to ensure his prince arrives back to his room in one piece before ending guard duty for the day.

But of course, an unforeseen obstacle pops up before reaching Jungkook’s room on the seventh floor of the palace.

“Watch out,” Yoongi calls out, jogging up to the prince to hold him back from proceeding until the coast is clear.

A tiny hermit crab scurries in confusion across the dark red carpet of the sixth floor. It appears the most well-read of the princes, Namjoon, has returned from his studies at sea. And knowing what a klutz he can be, he’s probably the one responsible for his own crab’s escape.

With careful fingers, Yoongi scoops up the delicate crab which apparently is a threat to Jungkook’s life and watches it crawl around the palm of his hand.

Jungkook lets out a very audible sigh and continues to walk up to his room, completely ignoring Yoongi and his act of heroism.

“Jungkook, wait u- OUCH!” Yoongi yelps as a tiny red dot appears right where the crab pricked his pinky finger. Wait one fucking minute. “Jungkook. Come back, I’m dying. I’ve been pricked.” The guard runs, perfectly fine, to the prince’s room.

“You look pretty alive to me…” The prince pays more attention to the hermit crab climbing on Yoongi’s head than at the negligible speck of blood on his pinky. He approaches his guard and places a firm hand on his shoulder, but only to reach and grab the crab. “I’ll return this little guy to Namjoon, so you can leave now, Yoongi.”

“Did you not hear me? I’m literally dying,” Yoongi scoffs, pauses, and then starts yawning like crazy, “I mean, o-oh no… I suddenly feel sleepy… I guess this is it for me… Jungkook, I always wanted to tell you this, but I lov-”

What cuts off Yoongi’s chatter isn’t an eternal slumber, but rather the fact that Jungkook has already left the room to return Namjoon’s crab.

Unbelievable. Yoongi yawns again as he crawls into the prince’s bed and closes his eyes.

“I know you’re not dead.” Jungkook’s voice is still as harsh as ever when he returns from Namjoon’s room. Does the boy have no heart?

“Of course I’m not dead, I’m just sleep-… s-sleeptalking… yeah…”

“You’ll be fed to the crabs if you don’t get out of my bed in ten seconds.”

“I can’t… I need… true love’s kiss…”

“10, 9, 8…”

“W-wait, just hear me out… I need someone…”

“Who?”

“Jung-”

“Ah! Jung Hoseok! Namjoon’s guard. He’s your true love, huh?” Jungkook gets a lot more cheerful than Yoongi would prefer. “Let me go get him for you~” he hums as he runs out to fetch the other guard. The fuck is he so happy about?

After counting to 381 in a failed attempt to actually fall asleep, Yoongi hears mumbles just on the other side of the door.

“Why the fuck do I need to kiss him?”

“So I don’t have to do it!”

“But I thought you l-”

“We had an argument, okay?”

“That’s your problem, Jungkook. Not mine.”

“Fine.”

The door creak open, but it sounds like only one set of footsteps is audible.

“Hoseok didn’t want to kiss you, so he left.” Jungkook’s tone is a bit softer this time.

No response. Yoongi finally decides to shut up for once.

“Actually, I don’t think there’s anyone out there who wants to kiss you.”

…Well that’s kind of rude…?

“It’s because you’re no fun. And you lie a lot. And you’re old.”

True, but he could’ve left out that last part about being old.

“I know you’re only that way because you want to protect me. So I’m grateful for that.”

That’s actually really sweet. But what does that have to do with being old??

“I guess I just wish you didn’t treat me like a baby all the time?”

Okay, the old thing kind of makes sense now.

“Maybe things would be different if you didn’t see me as a baby or as a prince.”

Different in a good way?

“So… just this once, I’ll be the one who saves you… Just this once!!”

Oh? Is it actually going to happen? Is Jeon Jungkook actually going to-

The softest pair of lips brush over Yoongi’s, leaving a tingling sensation—a sensation Yoongi would like to believe is the effect of true love’s kiss. There’s a long wait period after that subtle yet alluring tease, but once the lips return, he’s sure not to let them leave so soon.

He leans in, eyes still closed, and kisses back. The mere thought of Jungkook being the one to wake him up from his eternal slumber is enough to overwhelm the other boy with a warm tenderness and affection. Because truthfully, there’s no one else he’d rather experience true love’s kiss with.

At long last, the time may be right for Yoongi to express the love he’d always thought was unrequited.

“Jungkook, I…” Yoongi opens his eyes for the first time in what feels like forever. It’s surprisingly difficult for his eyes to adjust to the dimmed lighting because the body on top of him certainly doesn’t look like the prince he knows and loves. In fact, it kind of looks like Jimin, Bangtan Kingdom’s resident sorcerer and the most sought-after boy of non-royal blood.

Oh no.

Yoongi rubs his eyes in panic. This must be some kind of mistake, or perhaps a bad dream. It’s not that Jimin is terrible or anything remotely close to that—in fact, he’s the boy most people would dream about locking lips with. But not Yoongi.

Once his vision has fully returned, Yoongi can confirm that the soft plush lips he felt had indeed belonged to Jimin and not Jungkook. What has he done?

“Jungkook asked me to do it on his behalf.” Jimin slips off the bed and blows one last kiss before walking out of the room.

All that leaves is a woke Yoongi and a quiet Jungkook sitting at the edge of his bed.

“Why did you get Jimin to kiss me?”

“He was the only one in the entire kingdom who was willing to kiss you,” Jungkook shrugs. “And even then, I had to bribe him with nudes of Prince Taehyung and his knight, Seokjin.”

“…Why do you even have their nudes? Wait, don’t answer that lol.” Yoongi tries to wipe those wild thoughts from his mind. “I guess what I meant was, why didn’t you just kiss me yourself?”

“Because I didn’t want to.” He doesn’t even try to sugarcoat it.

“Not even after all the sweet things you said while I was asleep?”

“You were never asleep!”

“Okay fine, but… you knew I could hear your words, and you still said those things?”

Jungkook nods.

“Then why couldn’t you kiss me? You said you’d be the one to save me.”

“I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared of you not waking up… and not responding to my kiss… and not seeing me as your true love.” He was scared of not being loved back.

“Jungkook, you know how I feel about you…”

“No I don’t. Because you’re a liar and a snake,” Jungkook huffs. “How am I supposed to know what’s real and what’s fake?”

Yoongi climbs to the edge of the bed where Jungkook sulks. With a deep breath, he plants a delicate kiss on the prince’s booboo cheeks. Rather than the tingling sensation he had felt with Jimin, Yoongi feels a mix of jitters and excitement, uncertainty and hope, love and bliss. And he only hopes that Jungkook, too, feels what he’s feeling. Euphoria.

The prince does his best to hold back, but a small smile still manages to slip as he nods in response to the bold move made by his guard.

“Jimin gets a whole tongue and I only get a tiny peck on the cheek?” he chuckles.

“In my defense, I thought it was you,” Yoongi pouts, “I wanted it to be you when I opened my eyes.”

“And I wanted to see dragons, but I guess we can’t have good things in this cruel, cruel world.”

“I’ll take you tomorrow.”

“Today.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tonight.”

“Fine, but only because you’re cute.”

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Jungkook gives his guard a good squeeze. “I’ll love you forever if we can witness a real dragon together~!”

“Haha… right… a real dragon,” Yoongi nods, painfully aware that he’ll need to do some shady bargaining for Jimin’s sorcery in order to pull off this miracle. But if it makes his prince happy, he’ll do his best to make it happen.

[justtextmeoppa]

❝ Every single word my love ❞

Plot: You are dating Yoseob after breaking up with Sunggyu, who is still angry about the break up 

Pairing: Yoseob x Reader

Words count: 2,1k+

Genre: Fluff, drama and angst

For anon , I hope you like it ^^

kyu.

The break up texts - part 1

You looked at the conversation once again. It was something you read over and over up until you were ready to bawl your eyes out. Your relationship with Sunggyu wasn't perfect, but no relationship was perfect per say. The break up came so swift that both of you weren't even sure what how it really happened, all you both knew was that it was over. Even though it had been six months since the break up, you needed to move on. You needed to get out of the depressing rut you found yourself in, and the person who got you out was a certain button nosed singer.

‘You need to stop reading those.’ A heavy sigh was heard as the person walked into the room, ‘That is the past, Y/N.’

‘I know Yoseob, but I just can’t stop reading everything,’ You still looked at the phone, ‘It was the last conversation we had before calling it quits, and to be honest, I don’t think he has fully excepted it.’

Yoseob took a seat next to you and grabbed the phone, ‘Acceptance or not, you are now mine and he can’t do anything about it, so please stop fixating on the past when you have a wonderful future ahead of you.’

‘A future with you, I hope.’ You joked, pulling him to lay down with you.

‘I wouldn't have it any other way, jagi.’

Some would think you moved on fast with dating Yoseob, but he was your vocal coach when they were back with CUBE ENTERTAINMENT. He was your friend and someone you trusted, even when you dated the Infinite singer. You wouldn't deny the fact that you did have feelings for him in the past, prior to dating Sunggyu, but that vanished when you were with the other male. Sunggyu was special, he was someone who showed you many things. Someone who was kind and gentle but just seemed to go a bit of the rails as you both progressed forward.

‘Yoseob said he caught you reading the conversation again.’ A voice filled the studio you were practicing your dancing in.

‘You and him are too close for my liking, Hyuna.’ You teased her.

‘Calm down,’ She chuckled, ‘You do know we are just friends, we have knows each other for so long that the idea of dating any of the boys would make me sick. They like older gross brothers.’

‘Okay, you are safe…..for now.’

‘Now why are you still reading that dreadful thing?’

‘Guilt I guess,’ You shrugged your shoulders, ‘Like it was just a simple fight over dinner but when I got home, it blew up. Never in my life did I picture myself swearing in the manner that I did that night.’

‘Has he tried contacting you?’ Hyuna asked.

‘Once or twice, but nothing more.’

‘And what about you and Yoseob?’

‘I don’t think he knows, well no one does, besides the people we told.’ You reassured.

And it was a reassurance you hoped you were right about. Junhyung sat in his studio, busy recording when he heard his door open. In walked a disgruntled Sunggyu. The rapper and singer had become good friend through music. They could have a good conversation just around music and they would be happy. Jun removed his headphones and looked at his friend.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ He asked.

‘Is it true?’

‘What?’

‘Yoseob and Y/N?’

At that moment, the rappers eyes grew twice in size, ‘I-I have no idea what you talking about.’

‘Don’t lie to me, Yong Junhyung!’ The singers eyes narrowed as Jun gulped.

Meanwhile you had been practicing your choreography for hours straight. Since you dropped your album, you had been busy with promotions. Your schedule had been crazy that you were surprised you had time to even breath. The music for you title song blasted through the speakers as your body quickly moved to the beat. It had become second nature at this moment that you didn't even hear the door open and close. Once the music stopped, clapping filled the now silent dance studio.

‘My teachings really have paid off.’ A male voice filled the space.

‘In your dreams Jang Hyunseung.’ You chuckled, walking to fetch your sweat towel, ‘Heading out now?’

‘I was about to ask you the same question, do you have any idea what time it is?’ The doe eyes male looked at you as you looked at your phone.

‘Crap,’ You gasped, ‘I didn't even notice.’

Hyunseung couldn't help but just smile, ‘Just don’t work yourself to death, okay? Eunkwang is just finishing up with Ilhoon, so they will be the last artists in the building, well besides you.’

‘Hyuna gone?’

‘Ah ha, so has the boys from Pentagon so don’t be here late. I am sure Seobbie wants you home early.’

‘You still miss them, don’t you?’ Your voice soft as he looked as if in deep thought.

He shook his head violently, ‘Forget it. Don’t stay late, see you tomorrow.’

With that, Hyunseung had left. You knew he missed his old members but you didn't want to push the situation. Taking a long sip of water, you reminded yourself about the two other males in the building. Pressing play on your iPod, you were back at it with the dancing. A good hour passed as the sweat glistened on your skin and your breathing was heavy. Your body was aching but it was good type of aching, according to you. The music came to a stop when, yet again, clapping filled the studio.

‘What is it with you Cub….’ You trialled off when you turned to see who it was.

‘Surprised?’ The voice said with amusement, ‘Expecting someone else, Munchkin?’

That nickname made your stomach churn, ‘I thought you were Eunkwang and Ilhoon.’

‘Oh really? The guard said you were the only person here.’

‘They must have left them.’

A sinister chuckle filled the room, ‘Observant as ever, Y/N.’

‘What do you want, Sunggyu?’ Your eyes rolled .

‘Oh just checking up on you,’ He stepped into the room and closed the door, ‘You have been good?’

‘Great, is that all?’ You hissed.

‘Not particularly.’ He leaded against the wall.

Sunggyu had the ability to make himself annoying just on the spot. Whether it was his use of words or just not taking the message when enough was enough. Many times he would do this but you found it cute at the time of dating, but now it was just plain irritating and getting on your nerves. You wished it was one of the BTOB boys rather then him. It was just strange to have him pop in all of a sudden.

‘If not, then what?’ You turned to face him.

‘I heard something interesting today.’ The singer scratched his chin.

‘Great,’ You ginned, ‘You can go and share it with your members, I need to go.’

‘But it involves you,’ He played dumb, ‘I went to visit Junnie and overheard a conversation with Doojoon and Yoseob.’

‘Ohhh….’ Your voice soft.

‘You cheated on me!’ His voice harsh but also low.

‘Excuse me?’ You took a step back in shock, ‘What are you talking about?’

‘It’s been six months, Y/N!’ Gyu threw his hands up in frustration, ‘SIX FUCKING MONTHS!’

‘That doesn't mean I cheated on you!’ You tried to keep your composer.

‘Really? Then you and Yoseob must just get along fucking well!’

‘Matter a fact, yeah we do!’

‘Is that why you didn't want to have supper with me that night, was it because you were with him?’

You both stood in the middle of the dance studio. Your body was drenched in sweat but now every thing seemed to just evaporate. He would dare accuse you of cheating on him just because you couldn't have dinner with him? Sunggyu was many things, but this was something to far. He was not just throwing accusations around because he clearly had no idea what to do with himself.

‘I was busy that evening!’ You shouted, ‘I was alone in the studio!.’

‘I don't believe you.’ He walked closer to you, ‘You have always been so comfortable with him!’

‘Because he is my friend and was my vocal coach when I was still a trainee!’ You defended, ‘You know all of this already, so why are you so hung up on it!?’

‘Because you moved on so quickly and I am not entirely satisfied that it was just mutual agreeing between the two of you!’ He accused.

You had a raised brow, ‘Are you accusing me of setting you up for a break up?’

‘Some thing along that line.’ He began walking as you backed against the glass mirrors.

‘Do you really think I am that diabolical?! The fight occurred because of supper, Sunggyu!’ You screamed that you didn't even hear your phone vibrating.

Yosoeb had been send phone call after phone call since Sunggyu’s arrival. Since you were so caught up in his false accusation, you didn't pay much attention. The Highlight singer knew something was wrong. He was meant to fetch you but only when you were finished. Noticing that the time was getting late, he pressed on the gas and zipped through the streets towards the building that housed all his old trainee memories and debuting history.

‘You honestly left me with nothing else,’ Your ex pinned you to the mirror, ‘You were always around him so much.’

‘And so?’ You challenged, ‘Why didn't you say anything?’

‘BECAUSE I TRUSTED YOU!’ He screeched.

‘And you had my trust! I never once crossed you when we were together, I was loyal right up till the end,’ You countered, his grip tightening, ‘Your anger right now has nothing to do with the fact that I spent time with him, but because I left you.’

‘You left me for him!’ He pointed out.

‘I did no such thing! I left you because if wasn't WORKING! We were always busy and at each others throat,’ You explained, not aware of someone at the door, ‘Dating a fellow idol is hard, and I believed it because when I was with you, it was difficult but I don’t regret my years with you,’ His hold getting tighter, ‘Ahhh you are hurting me, Sunggyu.’

‘I don’t believe you!’ He pulled you away and tossed you on the floor, ‘I lov-’

‘Enough!’ A voice cut him off as the person ran in and came to your side, ‘Y/N, you okay?’

‘Yoseob?’ You questioned, looking at his face, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I tried phoning but you didn't answer.’ He said softly, before standing up and facing your ex, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘You are pathetic, ya know?’ Sunggyu sent a menacing chuckle out.

‘Sorry?’ The smaller’s hands began to ball into fits .

‘You just couldn't wait, could you?’

‘What are you talking about?!’

‘Y/N!’ He pointed at you, ‘You knew she was mine so you just slowly weaseled your way in so you could get her! How pathetic.’

‘Are you dense or something?’ Yoseob questioned, ‘I would never ruin someone else’s relationship. She left you. I had no dealing in this. If anyone is pathetic, it’s you. She has moved on, so do yourself a favor and do the same!’

‘You can have my sloppy seconds.’ He hissed just as a hard fist came ramming into his jaw, ‘The FUCK!’

‘Don’t you ever call her that!’ He warned, ‘She is more precious and valuable then you will ever know. You had something good Sunggyu and I am sorry that you lost it. She is a one in a million girl and you never deserved her to begin with.’

‘I knew you liked her!’ He pointed a finger, holding his jaw.

‘Because she is likable, not because I wanted to take her away from you. I am a gentlemen.' He walked and helped you stand up, ‘Are you okay, my love?’

‘I’m fine.’ You said softly just as Yoseob turned and faced the Infinite singer.

‘You better go and put some ice on that.’ Your boyfriend grabbed your things and walked towards the door, ‘Have a good evening.’

‘Where the hell you think you going?! We aren't done here Yang Yoseob!’

‘I am going home and taking my precious lady with me. She deserves more then a man who has delusional ideas. She is worth more then you would have ever imagined.’ With that, he slammed the door shut. The both of you now stood in the hallway, ‘What?’

‘Did you mean all of that?’

‘About?’

‘Me being valuable and stuff?’

‘Every single word my love….every single damn word.’

[astro-child]

pour up (body party)

pairing: jikook, yoontaeseok, namjin

rating: nc17

genre: alpha/beta/omega (abo) au, smut, fluff

warnings: switching, self-lubrication, praise kink, humiliation kink, knotting, chokers, morning sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, biting/marking, blowjobs, top jungkook, top jimin, vibrators, thigh highs/stockings, lingerie/lace panties, barebacking, rimming, porn with plot, crossposted to ao3

a/n: aaaaand it’s up!!! sorry for the delay hehe I fell sick last night and also had to make some minor edits to the scenes ;; for @inarsics aka the sweetest person I’ve ever written a fic for ❤️ #stannar2k17!!!! this basically served as an excuse for me to write like preposterous amounts of fluff and smut (it literally starts with smut what am i doing somebody pls) oops but I loved the prompt so much I almost died squealing when I got it adkndjahdf

the prompt is tweaked a lil bit but jikook are both alphas (I lov alpha/alpha) and jimin’s basically the more laidback, subtle dom while kook is the on-the-surface alpha aka he fusses a lot over his mate and would literally do anything to protect jimin but is more of a sub in bed than chimchim!!! if you’re reading this, thank u sm & all reblogs/comments/likes are all super appreciated ♡♡♡♡♡♡

summary: “Jungkook and Jimin are spending their first Christmas together as mates. Thinking that they would have the whole day to themselves, Jungkook and Jimin are surprised when the boys drop by their apartment. Though Jimin is welcoming, Jungkook is disgruntled that he can’t spend any time alone with Jimin, and he does all he can to get some quality time with him whilst the boys are around.”

on the morning of christmas eve, jungkook wakes up in the middle of an orgasm to soft, plush lips stretched over his dick, back arching off the bed, fireworks exploding behind his eyes, moan involuntarily leaving his lips. and then he sinks down on the bed, fingers loosening the grip he has on the sheets around him, feeling boneless and like he’s missed out on the best part all at once.

jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t stop swallowing around him even as he comes, tonguing kittenlishly at jungkook’s slit, massaging his balls with those small, distractingly thick fingers of his, and the overstimulation has the younger alpha gasping, threading fingers into the his hair to tug at the strands in warning, sensation walking the fine line between pain and pleasure.

“hyung,” he croaks weakly, voice still thick with sleep, and jimin hums around him like the cocktease he is, feeling jungkook shake beneath him for a good few seconds before pulling off with an obscene pop.

dazed, jungkook lets his eyes flicker to meet jimin’s, chest rising and falling heavily. the sight seems to please jimin and the older smirks, caging the younger beneath him.

“that good?” he asks, taking care to push back the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead, accent flooding the edges of his words. his voice dips into a lower register, raspy, and jungkook nods dumbly, shivering from the mixed pheromones flooding the room, a little star-strucked, post-orgasm haze still working its way through his body. he’d always been extra sensitive in the morning, a fact jimin knows all too well. “’s too early.”

jimin smiles, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, littering soft kisses all over, paying special attention to the mate mark carved into the younger’s skin before trailing up, up, up until he presses their lips together.

jungkook grimaces at first, tasting himself on jimin’s tongue but the gentle way jimin treats him has him flushing down to his toes, feeling too much like a high school girl with a crush.

“good morning,” jimin whispers against his lips, pulling away to rest their foreheads together, grinning cheekily and jungkook grunts, turning away to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. he’s never going to admit it, but those cheesy, sweet lines in dramas had always gotten to him somehow.

jimin giggles happily, pinching his cheeks while cooing praises like so cute and my darling’s blushing, until jungkook shifts, accidentally grinding his knee into the older’s crotch and he chokes, musky arousal flooding the room.

“shit. fuck, kook, don’t do that,” jimin swears, shying away from the friction but jungkook is quick to chase, his own alpha instincts kicking in as he wraps arms around the older’s neck to lock their lips together messily, so fucking eager, fingers curling around the hairs on the base of jimin’s neck.

“how opposed are you, exactly, to riding me at eight in the morning?” he whispers into jimin’s ear later, breathless, winking suggestively when the older glances over, dominance coming into play, gripping jimin’s hipbones so tightly they both know there are going to be marks while nibbling on his earlobe and jimin whines, far too gone to argue.

needless to say, their neighbors aren’t very impressed.

jimin wakes up two hours later with a sore neck to an empty bed, the comforting mix of their two smells so dense he can taste it on his tongue, the space beside him still slightly warm and groans.

“kookie,” he calls, grunting something illegible as he gets up from the bed, stumbling carelessly towards the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly. there’s a slight limp in his step, and all jimin wants to do is flop back down on the bed with a certain someone and catch a christmas movie together, cuddling.

“jungkook-ah.”

the younger alpha doesn’t even hear him, standing in front of the stove, humming along to whatever song’s playing on the radio he’s plugged into. jungkook jumps when he feels hands slip around his waist, momentarily startled, but then relaxes into the older’s hold, pulling his earpieces out.

“oh, hyung! you’re up,” he beams, bunny teeth peeking out as jimin struggles to rest his head on the younger’s shoulder. the fit is a little bit awkward, but honestly, neither of them would have it any other way. “I made breakfast! just give me like, three seconds, and I’ll bring it out.”

“instant ramen? really?” the older teases, biting back a grin.

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, defensive, frowning as he sets the two bowls onto the table. “it’s better than nothing okay! I even added eggs and cheese!”

“mhm,” jimin hums, eyes twinkling with adoration. “come here.”

he lets himself be backed into the counter before cupping the younger’s cheeks and pecking the crown of his forehead gently.

“you know that I’m just trying to tease you, right?”

jungkook rolls his eyes, grin quickly forming on his mouth, before it turns into a giggle and then a feat of laughter, throwing his head back in happiness. brat, jimin thinks fondly.

the younger even makes sure to bop the older on the nose as revenge.

later, they end up sprawled across the couch, legs tangled together, fingers intertwined like the cute gross couple they are, laptop rested between their legs, screening some romantic melodrama that jimin had somehow convinced him into watching. “don’t die!” jimin yells, sniffling already and jungkook tries to muffles a laugh.

“shut it, jeon jungkook. heartless jerk,” he mutters, wiping at his eyes and the younger noses into the back of his ear in apology.

“what if we were separated like that, huh?” jimin says, ranting on and on about how these kinds of films always have the cliche that unorthodox couples shouldn’t have a happy ending, but really, jungkook doesn’t hear anything after ‘we’ and ‘separated’. his mind reels with the thought of jimin falling in love with someone else, with an omega deserving of him, and leaving him alone to pick up the pieces, pain blooming in his chest.

“jungkook?” jimin asks slowly, sensing the uncomfortable tension in the younger’s body, pausing the movie to check on his mate. at this, jungkook snaps out of his daze, belatedly realizing that his nails have been digging into jimin’s skin painfully while in thought, quickly letting go with a gasp.

“babe…” jimin trails, voice soft, worried but apprehensive. “are you okay? is this about what I said? I swear I didn’t mean it, I was just so caught up in the movie—”

“your hand,” the younger blatantly ignores his words, rushing to blow on the swelling marks, a little panicked from having hurt the person dearest to him. jimin carefully takes his hand out from between jungkook’s palms, but the younger’s face falls anyway, looking like a kicked puppy.

“that’s not the point,” jimin says, frowning lightly, running fingers through his scalp, feeling jungkook relax beneath him, the younger sighing, closing his eyes and burying his face into the older’s neck.

“sometimes—sometimes I get nightmares about you leaving me.” he murmurs as fast as he can, but jimin hears his words well enough. “I dunno, it’s just—I don’t treat you well enough and you might find someone who you’ll fit with better than with me, love more than me—so yeah…I’m scared.”

they stay like that for a little while longer, jimin still massaging at his scalp with skilled fingers, movie entirely forgotten. and then,

“well, you should know I won’t. not for anyone in the universe, jeon jungkook.”

“hm, now that I think about it, that’s kind of why I let you claim me and bit right down on your shoulder three months ago to mark you, you know, jungkookie. have you forgotten?” the sentence kills whatever doubt he has towards jimin’s words and jungkook’s cheeks burn, the older bursting into a peal of laughter.

embarrassed, he kisses jimin on the cheek, a silent apology for having ruined their movie marathon. “you’re mine,” jimin whispers, breath ghosting over his cheek. “I never let anything of mine slip away.”

it sounds like something right out of a C-grade chick flick, or a badly screened porno, but something about the way jimin says it sets butterflies into his tummy, toes curling with happiness and god, jungkook’s fucking whipped.

they lean in with unparalleled harmony, invisible strings pulling them together and like this—

like this, jungkook thinks his mom was wrong to say that he was screwing up his alpha biology to be with jimin. his dad was wrong about jimin having motivations for courting him. his relatives were wrong when they said alphas were supposed to only mate with omegas.

they were all wrong, the entire hybrid mechanism misunderstood.

—and then the doorbell rings.

jungkook groans, annoyed, a little reluctant to pull away but it rings again and really, he has no choice but to get up from the couch to open the door. “who the fuck—”

“merry christmas eve!” taehyung yells excitedly, hoseok and yoongi standing protectively to his side, namjoon and seokjin behind them. right. the christmas party, he thinks, cursing himself for having forgotten.

“I thought we were supposed to meet at hoseok’s chalet?” jungkook asks, faking a smile, trying his very best not to show his displeasure. jimin joins him at the doorstep, significantly more happy about the drop-in than jungkook is and the younger alpha scowls. taehyung shrugs. “we figured you both would cancel on us for a good fucking session or something, so.”

jimin flushes bright pink, giggle so high-pitched it gives them both away.

“you totally were!” taehyung says, with an accusatory tone, pointing a finger at them, but a playful grin spreads across his face. yoongi waves his hand in dismissal, complaining, pushing the door open to wiggle inside the apartment, the other boys following suit.

“gotta wait until we finish, like, twelve rounds of gaming, cake-cutting and gift exchange bro,” hoseok singsongs as he walks past into the house, shooting them both suggestive winks, waggling his eyebrows. the action has jimin yelping in embarrassment and jungkook finds himself avoiding hoseok’s eyes for the next hour or so.

turns out, twelve rounds of gaming takes up two hours of their time, cake-cutting an additional hour (curse namjoon for bringing alcohol) and the gift exchange dragging on forever, with them all being tipsy.

“here you go namjoonie,” hoseok chirps, obviously drunk, but then gasps comically and with a hiccup, takes the present away to switch it for another.

“sorry, that one’s for my yoongbean.”

yoongi laughs softly to his side, gums coming into sight and jimin wonders (with quite a fair bit of disgust) how someone like him turns into such a soft person with just the smallest bit of alcohol. “where’s mine,” taehyung whines, making grabby hands and if it weren’t for jungkook distracting him, subconsciously mouthing against his piercings, jimin is convinced he would’ve choked.

then finally, after thirty long, painful minutes of hoseok slurring out their names and messing up all their presents, it’s his turn to give them out.

he casually puts the presents down in their laps, biting back a smile as the boys fumble to open the pretty wrapping, before shifting in jungkook’s lap to face him and place a small box into his hands. the younger stares back for a while, adorably confused, alcohol dulling the honey brown rims of his eyes into a pale grey, and jimin has to fight the urge to pinch his cheeks. “open it, babe,” he coaxes, gently, and watches as jungkook flips open the velvet cover, buzzing with nervousness.

jungkook seemingly goes mute at the sight, breath hitching, face unreadable and for the next few moments, jimin panics. “are these—”

he nods, searching for eye contact with the younger as he interlaces their hands and brings jungkook’s up to eye level, mumbling. “they don’t have to be, though, if you don’t want them to. they could just be promise rings, or couple ones of some sort. I just thought it would be nice to put a ring on your finger, you know? since we were mated permenantly and all—”

jungkook takes him by surprise with a kiss. bravely, with all the passion in the world, and although jimin can taste the bitter undertones of beer in his mouth, he doesn’t ever want to let go.

neither of them really register the groans and gags in the background, world surrounding them fading into a clouded mess and this is perfect.

“can’t you guys go twenty seconds without sucking face?” namjoon blanches, making disgruntled noises in the back of his throat. jimin pulls away with a glare, softening as he turns back to his very cute, very pretty boyfriend.

at his stare, jungkook snaps up, as if remembering something, before clearing his throat embarrasedly. he shifts jimin off his lap, standing up to grab six presents from the room, much to their disappointment.

“did you forget yoongi or something?” taehyung teases from where he leans on hoseok’s shoulder, eyes closed.

jungkook pointedly ignores his remark, tossing the presents out, avoiding jimin’s eyes entirely as he bypasses the older. jimin opens his mouth to make an offended whine but taehyung cuts him off with a loud scream, high-pitched and shrilly.

“oh my fucking god, jeon jungkook, you are hands-down the best friend I’ve ever had—god fucking bless you, an xbox—what the fuck,” he continues, rambling with excitement, gripping jungkook’s shirt and jumping up and down like a three-year old.

and jealousy is not good feeling, jimin thinks, his heart sinking.

just then, jungkook climbs into his lap again, this time with a more brazen grin, the promise of something, lips wet and pink, eyes sparkling cheekily, and the older’s breath hitches.

he knows this look all too well, the edges of a growl already bubbling in his throat, eyes going from a warm prussian blue to a deep steely cyan. “chase the boys out after ten minutes and come to the room,” jungkook whispers, breath tickling the shell of his ear and jimin nods, a shudder running through him.

too quickly, the warm heat of his mate vanishes, disappearing into their shared bedroom and jimin has to clench his fists to stop himself from going after the younger, self-restraint teetering on the edge.

the next ten minutes feel like hell, every second worsening the ache in his pants, strengthening the white-hot lust in the pit of his stomach, jungkook’s faint arousal seeping through the walls. really, by now, it doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together, the boys packing up hurriedly, shoved out of the door by an amazingly sober seokjin.

the scent of fresh sandalwood clogs his senses, then diffuses, then reappears, as if taunting him, and then finally, the main door shuts.

jimin gets to their bedroom in record speed, panting more so from arousal than the physical exertion, slamming his fists onto the wooden frame to announce his arrival, mind racing with thoughts about jungkook on his knees on the bed, begging, putting away his pride to splutter filthy words just to get jimin to fuck him and—

jungkook throws open the door with flushed cheeks and for the next ten seconds, jimin swears he forgets how to breathe.

the younger has his favorite oversized white blouse on, buttoned up less than halfway, revealing more than enough of his golden, unmarked skin to get jimin growling possessively. the shirt covers just up to his mid-thighs, and when jungkook steps closer, jimin thinks he sees a hint of silk and lace underneath the fluttering fabric.

thin, black garters shroud the younger’s thick thighs beautifully, and the matching translucent thigh highs around his pretty legs worsen it all.

and then there’s the red leather choker snug around his neck, spelling out their initials.

“merry christmas,” jungkook murmurs, shuffling uneasily on both feet, shyness kicking in with jimin’s predatory gaze. “I’m your present. do you…like it?”

it’s the times like these that remind them both of how young jungkook is; how innocent.

it makes jimin want to wreck him.

“yeah. yeah, fuck. you look so—” pretty, sinful, ethereal, perfect, beautiful, fuckable. no words can describe it. jungkook pinks, chewing on his lower lip distractingly. “show me how much you like it.”

the second he breathes those words, jimin has him backed against the bedframe, knees buckling, falling onto the white sheets, blouse riding up to reveal the black silk panties he has on, with lace lining its hem and a bow at the top.

jimin grunts, pupils flashing dangerously, and jungkook shuts his eyes, heat prickling at his skin, feeling the space between his legs slick up like never before.

he hadn’t even known alphas could drip out of their ass, thought that it was only an omega thing, until—well, until he did during jimin’s rut a few years back. the fresh wave of sandalwood floods the room and jimin’s fingers wrap around his wrists, pinning them above his head, digging into the skin, the older kneeling with both knees by his sides.

“so fucking pretty,” he says, voice dipping into a lower timbre and jungkook shivers, the praise sliding down his spine like lava. “please,” he breathes, already so needy, and jimin tsks, cupping his face to bring their lips together in a searing kiss.

jungkook has to stop the embarrassing urge to whine when jimin pulls away, petulant, but then the older’s kissing down, down, down past his jaw to his collarbones, and every protest dies. jimin leaves a trail of hickeys in his wake, occasionally laving over the bruise with his tongue and pecking it lightly before moving on. jimin tugs at the hem of his blouse, pushing the fabric up and allowing it to bunch around jungkook’s armpits.

the bareness makes jungkook shy, heart fluttering, and he covers his face with both of his hands. jimin tuts, gently easing them away from his face, murmuring praises like you’re beautiful and I wanna see your pretty face babe that really aren’t far from the truth.

his cock peeks out from just above the lace waistband and pink bow, leaking precum all over his stomach and jimin snarls, so fucking tempted to just save the teasing for later and give jungkook the best fuck of his life, but jimin has restraint. at least, he tells himself he does.

for now.

jimin mouth latches onto the younger’s right nipple, relishing in the loud cry that spills from jungkook’s lips, feeling lithe fingers thread into his hair and tug. he abuses the nub thoroughly, biting and sucking on the areola, circling the sensitive skin with his tongue and blowing on it, rolling the other one between his fingers and pinching it lightly, watching jungkook shiver and shake, eyes rolled into the back of his head, back arched off the sheets, whimpering and moaning helplessly.

jungkook whines long and loud when jimin reaches to graze a hand over his dick, the much-needed friction driving him off the edge, and he comes into jimin’s hand, spilling ropes of white all over the older’s thick knuckles.

“so sensitive,” jimin groans, continuing his ministrations and the pleasure richochets throughout the younger’s entire body. his hand doesn’t still on jungkook’s dick either, thumbing at the fresh pearl of precum already beaded on the head of his cock, digging into his slit.

it wasn’t a secret that he had always been sensitive around his nipples, and jimin was possibly the best worker of Handjobs™ in history (if the fact that jungkook came into his hand in under 3 seconds doesn’t make it clear enough) but to be played with on both ends like this has jungkook sprawled out on the bed, thighs trembling, mewling softly, looking every bit as wrecked as he feels.

“jimin,” he keens, voice breaking and the older hums, giggling. “hyung, please—I wanna feel you so bad—just give me your fingers or something, fuck. please.”

“oh I will,” jimin grunts, panting, but he only switches to the other nub to repeat the same treatment, sending shocks and shocks of pleasure through the younger’s body, other hand rubbing up and down his dick, rubbing at jungkook’s balls lightly. jungkook feels horribly close to coming again and he rakes nails down jimin’s back in warning.

then, when jimin finally pulls away, jungkook goes limp in his arms, tears in the back of his eyes. “you okay babe?” the dominant alpha asks, coming up to push up the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead messily, letting the younger relax and catch his breath, pressing his lips to the younger’s forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose before letting their lips brush, ever so caring and sweet. “wanna stop?”

jungkook shakes his head like his life depends on it, fingers gripping the older’s biceps tightly. jimin laughs, nodding and then sinks down, down, down to fan kisses all over his stomach, marking him wherever and whenever. he traces the smaller mate mark just above the younger’s right hipbone, still sensitive and bites down beside it, sucking a pretty bruise into jungkook’s skin.

he moves off the bed to press jungkook’s legs apart, watching them fall open invitingly with little to no opposition, the sight setting sparks off in stomach. impatiently, he rips the thigh highs off the younger’s legs, leaving the garters on, and yeah, he knows what he’ll be thinking about on lonely nights away from jungkook.

shifting them further up on the bed, jimin litters kisses all over the skin of jungkook’s right calf, sinking his teeth into the skin at the back of his knee, marking his entire thigh up and then repeating it on the other leg, jungkook trembling in his hands, wet arousal slicking down his thighs and cock.

in his defence, he can’t really help it. to say jungkook’s thighs are pretty is a understatement. they’re not as nicely shaped as an omega’s, but they’re thick and kneadnable and literally fucking flawless, so much so that jimin would describe them to be more like a masterpiece.

“jimin—hyung,” jungkook says, desperate, hiccuped moans and whimpers escaping his lips. jimin pulls away, hushing him, before mouthing at the silk of his panties, soaking the fabric. “you look so fucking good in these,” he hums, a little disappointed that they’re going to come off soon, hooking a finger beneath the waistband to let it snap back against the skin. jungkook blushes more, if possible, and avoids his eyes. “it could work…I mean.”

“mm,” jimin says, pushing the fabric aside with two fingers, the exposure making jungkook’s stomach clench, slipping another pair of digits inside.

immediately, his fingers bump into the butt of a vibrator and jimin hisses, flipping him onto his front in a second, arousal radiating off him and clogging the entire room. “hands and knees. now.”

jungkook quickly complies, fisting the sheets as jimin pulls the thong down and lets it rest mid-thigh, whimpering embarrasedly.

“such a slut, bet you were thinking about how good my cock would feel inside of you when you fucked yourself on the vibrator, spreading you open and stretching you out—” jimin says, voice raspy, pushing two fingers in and jungkook yelps. the stretch burns so good. “bet you thought about me fucking you with these panties on too, hm, jungkookie?”

“yeah, yeah—ah, c'mon hyung, I—put it on the highest setting for you, but it wasn’t enough and I’ve been waiting for so long so just fucking fuck me already, please—” jimin growls, shutting him up with a kiss, dragging the pads of his fingers over his prostate, pressing up against the sensitive nerves hard and fast, until the younger’s thighs shake. jimin’s tongue joins in later, licking right over jungkook’s walls, lapping up the wet slick greedily, more lubricant flooding the rim each time, and jungkook thinks he screams, resisting the urge to shut his legs, sensation almost crippling, using his grip as leverage to chase for more, fucking himself back onto jimin’s face.

the younger barely notices when he slips in the third finger, so fucking close to the edge, making a mess of the bedsheets. “look at you dripping all over your pink cock, jungkookie, look how pretty you are,” jimin coos, an edge to his tone that has jungkook’s body going rigid, and just like that, he cums again, untouched, clenching around the older’s fingers, staining the panties, second mind-numbing orgasm of the night making its way through his body.

“c-can’t, jimin—now, please,” jungkook hiccups, tears running down his face, body feeling like it’s on fire from the overstimulation and jimin withdraws immediately. “what’s the safeword.”

he shakes his head frantically, reaching down to pull the vibrating plug out of his body with a mewl, switching it off and tossing it to the side. “jungkook,” jimin sighs, taking a visible amount of effort to shift away, teeth gritted, but the younger whimpers, tugging him back down to connect their lips, teeth clacking against each other, tongues messily fighting for dominance. “don’t wanna stop—wanna feel you, please, I just—fuck me, c'mon, I can take it, hyung please, come on.”

jimin grunts, eyes flashing so bright blue they’re almost silver, half-tearing the clothes off his body, hauling jungkook forward by the ankles before lining up with the younger’s entrance and pressing in. jungkook gasps, breath caught in his throat, nails digging crescents into the older’s biceps, shutting his eyes in bliss. his cock drags along the younger’s soft, wet walls as he decks out, ripping a moan from jungkook’s throat and jimin takes that as a signal to speed up, jackhammering into the younger, forcing out a cry from him.

“so. fucking. beautiful,” he grunts, words punctuated with every thrust and jungkook knows he’s blabbering at this point, repeating jimin’s name like a mantra, pleasure coiling in his stomach for the third time. when jimin slings his legs over both shoulders on the next thrust, though, jungkook keens, tears trailing either sides of his face, the older fucking right up against his prostate, dragging across the sensitive bundle just right, again and again, knot catching on his rim and it doesn’t take long for the tight coil in his stomach to unravel. “mine,” jimin growls, brandishing him, driving him over the edge, white streaks shooting all over jungkook’s chest, and they come together, jungkook cumming so hard a few drops land on his cheek, jerking and shaking as jimin rides out his high, filling him up to the brim, knot settling snug against his prostate.

the come down is significantly harder, jimin’s knot expanding to press deeper and deeper against his prostate, sending shock after shock of overstimulation racking through his body. the older carefully maneuvers them onto their side, tangling their feet together to close any gap between them, resting jungkook’s head on his chest, the both of them still flush against each other. “still with me?”

it should be gross, with how cum is smeared between their bodies, drying, but instead it feels comfortable, feels safe.

“merry christmas,” jungkook mumbles, sleep plaguing his eyelids and jimin giggles, brushing his lips over the younger’s eyes and neck.

later, jimin pulls out slowly, careful not to wake jungkook, before wetting a washcloth and wiping jungkook down, going to take a shower after.

right before he goes to sleep, he tucks them both in properly, tracing the younger’s eyelids with his fingers gently, smiling. really, the entire alpha-omega relationship system can go fuck itself, because he’s never going to give any of this up for it.

[leakedinlondon]

Hey Courtney I'm going on my first over seas flight in 5 days time (like 20 hours or something with a brief lay over???) and I'm in desperate need of book recs. 21 year old female I like Harry Potter, dystopian future stuff, gay stuff especially wlw and also really love shitty cheesey light hearted stuff like Janet Evanovich. Would love your opinion!

tragically, i hav not read a lot of wlw books bc i’m a picky bitch about genres and a lot of the ones i know about are realistic fiction which i ain’t big on but i do recommend checking out Malinda Lo i rly like Adaptation which features a bi love triangle and aliens and has a part where some dude is talking about aliens and just starts humming the x files theme and that dude is me also i have heard v good things about Ash and Huntress but my bookstore doesn’t sell them and i’m like???? why

ok SO i hav a v v long dystopian masterpost if ur down to go through it but i’ll give u my faves from it here!!!!

Chaos Walking by Patrick Ness

Prentisstown isn't like other towns. Everyone can hear everyone else's thoughts in an overwhelming, never-ending stream of Noise. Just a month away from the birthday that will make him a man, Todd and his dog, Manchee -- whose thoughts Todd can hear too, whether he wants to or not -- stumble upon an area of complete silence. They find that in a town where privacy is impossible, something terrible has been hidden -- a secret so awful that Todd and Manchee must run for their lives.

these books!!!! are everything!!!!! if you haven’t read them u 100% should i swear they’re so fkn good

Unwind by Neal Shusterman

The Second Civil War was fought over reproductive rights. The chilling resolution: Life is inviolable from the moment of conception until age thirteen. Between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, however, parents can have their child "unwound," whereby all of the child's organs are transplanted into different donors, so life doesn't technically end. Connor is too difficult for his parents to control. Risa, a ward of the state, is not enough to be kept alive. And Lev is a tithe, a child conceived and raised to be unwound. Together, they may have a chance to escape and to survive.

i would die for Lev literally die for him at any given second this is also a very good series

The Passage by Justin Cronin

An epic and gripping tale of catastrophe and survival, The Passage is the story of Amy—abandoned by her mother at the age of six, pursued and then imprisoned by the shadowy figures behind a government experiment of apocalyptic proportions. But Special Agent Brad Wolgast, the lawman sent to track her down, is disarmed by the curiously quiet girl and risks everything to save her. As the experiment goes nightmarishly wrong, Wolgast secures her escape—but he can’t stop society’s collapse. And as Amy walks alone, across miles and decades, into a future dark with violence and despair, she is filled with the mysterious and terrifying knowledge that only she has the power to save the ruined world.

haven’t gotten around to reading the last book in this series yet but they are seriously epic like i swear this series is something else entirely

Maggot Moon by Sally Gardner

What if the football hadn’t gone over the wall. On the other side of the wall there is a dark secret. And the devil. And the Moon Man. And the Motherland doesn’t want anyone to know. But Standish Treadwell — who has different-colored eyes, who can’t read, can’t write, Standish Treadwell isn’t bright — sees things differently than the rest of the "train-track thinkers." So when Standish and his only friend and neighbor, Hector, make their way to the other side of the wall, they see what the Motherland has been hiding. And it’s big...One hundred very short chapters, told in an utterly original first-person voice, propel readers through a narrative that is by turns gripping and darkly humorous, bleak and chilling, tender and transporting.

this book broke my damn heart and ruined my life but oh my god it’s so good also a lil gay but like i said sad but it’s more 2 do with the setting like.... it doens’t have a happy ending but it felt right like that?????

More Than This by Patrick Ness

A boy drowns, desperate and alone in his final moments. He dies.Then he wakes, naked and bruised and thirsty, but alive.How can this be? And what is this strange deserted place?As he struggles to understand what is happening, the boy dares to hope. Might this not be the end? Might there be more to this life, or perhaps this afterlife?

this is my favorite book!!!!!! i would die for it!!!! i want to buy enough copies to fill an entire room of my house so i can just sit in it and cry!!!! this book is literally everything!!!! also gay!!!! she’s also sad but like...... i cannot express in words how much u need to read this damn book 

Bird Box by Josh Malerman

Something is out there, something terrifying that must not be seen. One glimpse of it, and a person is driven to deadly violence. No one knows what it is or where it came from.Five years after it began, a handful of scattered survivors remains, including Malorie and her two young children. Living in an abandoned house near the river, she has dreamed of fleeing to a place where they might be safe. Now that the boy and girl are four, it's time to go, but the journey ahead will be terrifying: twenty miles downriver in a rowboat--blindfolded--with nothing to rely on but her wits and the children’s trained ears. One wrong choice and they will die. Something is following them all the while, but is it man, animal, or monster?

another one of my all time faves!!!!!! i don’t even know what to say this is a masterpiece

ok so here we move on to the more fantasy and gay stuff these are less sad 

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price—and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can't pull it off alone...A convict with a thirst for revengeA sharpshooter who can't walk away from a wagerA runaway with a privileged pastA spy known as the WraithA Heartrender using her magic to survive the slumsA thief with a gift for unlikely escapes Kaz's crew are the only ones who might stand between the world and destruction—if they don't kill each other first.

this is.... so good.... also a little gay... hav heard the second book in the series is gayer but i haven’t read her yet

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

That's what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he's probably right. Half the time Simon can't even make his wand work, and the other half, he sets something on fire. His mentor's avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there's a magic-eating monster running around wearing Simon's face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here - it's their last year at Watford School of Magicks, and Simon's infuriating nemesis didn't even bother to show up. Carry On is a love letter to love stories and the power of words - to every 'chosen one' who ever had more on their mind than saving the world...

this book is literally just harry potter but gay and i’m still laughing i love it

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

The monster showed up after midnight. As they do.But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting. He’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the one he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments, the one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming…This monster is something different, though. Something ancient, something wild. And it wants the most dangerous thing of all from Conor.It wants the truth.

can u tell i’m a fan of patrick ness i’m going to fucking fist fight him for this piece of shit like.... this book.... is about a little kid..... whose mother has cancer....... like u know it’s gonna be a fucking bad time but u read it anyway and u cry like a fucking baby but u enjoy the whole damn thing because u hate urself.... it’s a beautiful read but it hurts (((also yes there is a Literal Monster hanging around))

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Every year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue herself never sees them—not until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks directly to her. His name is Gansey, and Blue soon discovers that he is a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble.But Gansey is different. He has it all—family money, good looks, devoted friends—but he’s looking for much more. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents all the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul who ranges from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher of the four, who notices many things but says very little.For as long as she can remember, Blue has been told by her psychic family that she will kill her true love. She never thought this would be a problem. But now, as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore.

the description of this book doesn’t do it justice and i hate it i love these books i love my stupid raven kids i mainly love adam parrish who i would die for in a second ((also gay)) ((please read them if u haven’t i love adam so much he’s worth it)) ((the other characters are also amazing and i lov them too))

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill a monster and feel quite proud of themselves. A girl can look at her brother and believe they’re destined to be a knight and a bard who battle evil. She can believe she’s found the thing she’s been made for.Hazel lives with her brother, Ben, in the strange town of Fairfold where humans and fae exist side by side. The faeries’ seemingly harmless magic attracts tourists, but Hazel knows how dangerous they can be, and she knows how to stop them. Or she did, once.At the center of it all, there is a glass coffin in the woods. It rests right on the ground and in it sleeps a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives. Hazel and Ben were both in love with him as children. The boy has slept there for generations, never waking.Until one day, he does…As the world turns upside down, Hazel tries to remember her years pretending to be a knight. But swept up in new love, shifting loyalties, and the fresh sting of betrayal, will it be enough?

Hazel is literally me okay there is a scene in this book where she’s at a fairy party and u kno how ur not meant to eat or drink anything fairies give u or ur fucked???? hazel ingests fucking fairy wine bc it was in the mouth of some fairy girl she was making out with and if that isn’t me i don’t know what is (((also that’s the only scene that she shows any interest in girls i am very sorry i don’t want to get ur hopes up))) ((ben on the other hand he is very gay and is also me they are both me i love these two idiots this book just makes me really happy)) 

[random-mha-thoughts]

Weirdos (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: LoV x Reader, platonic relationship

Shigaraki, Twice, Dabi, toga, Kurogiri x Reader

I’m combining two anon requests I got for this one (they were kinda similar and I have a lot of requests to go through):  “LOV x young reader (fem or genderfluid). reader just wants to be loved. Toga's like a big sister, Dabi's a big brother, Shigaraki is that one gay cousin and Kurogiri is the father figure (hey no stOp that). Shenanigans ensue” and “Hello love! I just read sleepless with the LOV gang and I was wondering if you could do a platonic LOV x teenage reader where she gets hurt in an attack from the heroes and what their reaction would be. If you’d like to add her quirk maybe something about controlling plant life? Thanks love”

Tags: @wwwwyamd​  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ 

Genre: Crack I guess

Word Count: 1,260

a/n: Ugghhh this took me a long time and I’m still not that happy with it...  I’ve been slowly losing steam, it’s probably bc of finals coming up and my grades and yeah...  Still!  I hope this crackity type thing makes you guys smile.  This is kiiind of a sequel to Sleepless? It happens in the same continuity/universe/timeline, think of it that way.

Also!  I have a few more requests and more originals from myself, but I have exams this week, so I possibly won’t be posting until after Wednesday, unless I decide to write that Bakugou hc request I just got to tide you guys over.

I didn’t use it very much, but gender neutral they/them pronouns here!

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, all their eyes were on me.  Their silence is exactly what I expected, and I wanted nothing more than to disappear.  I try tilting my hat down so they can't see my face as I place the plastic bag on the table.  "Sorry I'm late, here's food. I'm gonna wash up-"

A hand comes down on my head and I gulp.

"What happened to your face?"

Dabi's voice lowering a whole octave and a half is the scariest thing in the world, change my mind.  "N-Nothing..."

"That's also not the jacket you left with earlier," Twice adds across from me.

Damnit, when did they get so perceptive?  I haven't been staying here for too long, I didn't think they would care about me other than when I go get their food and run other errands for them.

"(Y/n)," Kurogiri crosses his arms over his chest.  "Take the jacket and the hat off.  Now."

I can't refuse them when they're all piercing me with their murderous gazes like that.  They've been nice enough to keep me here, but they're still villains, I can't say they don't scare me in the slightest.  I'm deathly afraid of what might happen if they see what happened to me.  I slowly remove my jacket first, revealing a few scrapes and bruises on my arms.  When I'm met with silence, I remove my hat too, scrunching my eyes closed and preparing for the worst.

"What. Happened?"

I flinch at Dabi's harsh question, not having the courage to look up and look him in the eyes.

"Answer me, kid."

I pick at a scratch on my palms.  "I-I got caught up in an attack w-with the heroes.  I got a little-"

"A little what?!" Twice slams a hand down on the table and I jolt.  "Your face has a giant sore!  What hit you?!"

"Or who?" Dabi asks, hands clenched as his arms cross over his chest.

I back away, defensive about the whole situation.  "It wasn't on purpose.  They hit the ground and something went flying at my face-"

"You could've gotten hurt worse than that!" Dabi booms at me, stepping forward.  "Why didn't you block it in time?"

I feel myself getting smaller and smaller.  "I was running, and I heard someone screaming behind me, and I wasn't paying attention, that's all."

"Aw Dabi, you don't have to be so harsh," Toga wraps an arm around my quivering shoulders.  "You're being scary again, tone it down a notch."

"Yeah, stupid, you're going too OP on the yelling, no one wants to hear your mouth," Shigaraki pipes up, seemingly unbothered by the whole thing ad choosing to focus all his attention on his handheld console.

Dabi whirls onto him.  "What'd you say, Crusty?  How about you say it with your chest?"

Shigaraki stands up and gets in his face.  "I wonder what burnt chicken ashes tastes like-"

"Enough, you two!" Kurogiri booms out.  "There are more pressing matters than your pointless bickering."

"Yeah, our poor birdie (Y/n) got hurt," Toga rubs my face.  I wince when her finger brushes over the sore spot, but I don't want to push her away for fear she might do something to me.  "That's gonna leave a huge bruise for a few weeks."

"I'm gonna destroy whichever hero it was who caused it," Dabi returns back to me.  "Who was it?  Endeavor?  Best Jeanist?  One of those UA kids?"

"I don't know.  I didn't see them clearly," I squeak.  He's really gonna kill me now.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T SEE IT?"  Blue flames emerge from his palms.

"Hey, hey, take it down a few notches."  Twice wraps an arm around Dabi's shoulder and pats his arm.  "No need to act all tough."

"I'm sorry I got hurt, I'll be more careful next time."  The tears build up behind my eyes, but I try to hold them back.  I don't want to see what happens if I cry in front of them.

"Aw, look what you did," Twice exasperatedly motions to my bowed head.  "This is what happens when you're a tsundere hiding your feelings all the time."

"Come here, (Y/n)."  Kurogiri motions to the seat next to Shigaraki.  "Let me take care of your wounds."

"But," I blink back to clear my vision, "I deserved it, didn't I?"  Shouldn't I be in trouble now?

"Oh, shut up, stop being an emo," Toga pushes me toward the chair.

I end up seated at the bar, still constricting myself inward.  I'm not comfortable with anything going on, not to mention how perplexed I am.

Shigaraki spares a sideways glance at me before mashing at his buttons nonchalantly.  "That's one hell of a bruise, you're gonna look worse than me for a while."

I can't judge from his tone if he's insulting me, or trying to make a joke, or failing miserably at comforting me.

Kurogiri places a first aid kit on the counter.  "I'll do your face first."  He pulls out a few cotton swabs and a bottle solution.

Twice leans his arm on the counter on my other side.  "What's with that face, (Y/n)?  You look worried."

I pause for a moment before I look down at my feet.  "I'm waiting for you guys to do something to me."

The entire room freezes again and goes silent, sending me into another heart-racing mini panic.

Twice is the first to break the silence.  Even the soft hand he places on my shoulder makes me jumpy.  "I don't know how things were before you met us, or if that's the kind of impression we give," he shoots a look at Dabi, who just crosses his arms and looks away, "But that's not how we do things.  It was an honest mistake, how could you have known that would happen?  We're just concerned about if something bad happened to you."

I perk up at his words.  "You mean, I'm not just your lackey running your errands?  I'm not just an annoying kid you found on the street?"

"You make it sound like you're a stray cat or something," Shigaraki comments.  "Though, you are quiet and require a moderate amount of attention..."

"Of course you're not just a lackey, silly!  You're one of us!"  Toga's sweater pawed hands envelop my torso in a hug.  "Dabi's just being a meanie because he doesn't know how to show affection.  He should still apologize though."

"Yes, Dabi!" Twice adds with a flourish, "Apologize to my poor child!"  He grabs my head and forcefully pushes it into his hard chest.

Dabi sighs heavily, rubbing the back of his neck as the two stare at him expectantly.  "I shouldn't've yelled at you, kid.  I didn't know you'd be scared like that."

"It's fine."  It's weird being smothered by a group of housemates who might as well be strangers, but it blooms warmth into me somehow.

"Alright, you get first bite of the grub."  Twice eagerly opens up the bags of food and rips open one of the containers and disposable chopsticks to feed me.

Kurogiri gently blots at my face with his first aid supplies.  "Toga, stop wiggling, you're moving (Y/n)!"

Her grip around my waist doesn't loosen at all, her face snuggling into my back.  "Ey, Twice, it's no fair you get to feed (Y/n) first, I wanna do it!"

It's at this moment when I feel like Dabi and Shigaraki are the most normal ones out of all of them, until they start bickering over a container of noodles and start destroying things so Kurogiri needs to reprimand them again.  Even so, among all the prodding, squeezing, pulling, bickering, and smothering, I wonder if this is what family is supposed to feel like.

A secret smile only I can see quirks at my lips.  Nah, they're just weirdos.