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wandaromanova · 4 years ago

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Can you do a fluffy wanda one (with a little angst because of course) where reader and wanda are best friends, reader wants more, but thinks wanda is interested in vision so she doesnt say anything. And then one day a mission goes wrong, and reader gets into an accident that results in her getting powers, and it makes wanda wake up and confess her feelings?

Requited Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, injury, that’s all!

A/N: hello! i hope you enjoy what i’ve created out of your request, anon! sorry i couldn’t think about how i could incorporate the powers part of the request! not proofread, so i apologize for any grammatical errors! join my taglist here <3

Summary: Wanda Maximoff and Y/N L/N are your typical best friends who refuse to admit their feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3.3K (had a lil too much fun with this)

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You and your best friend, Wanda, had been friends practically since the moment she had joined the team. Being the youngest Avenger, you were so excited that there would finally be another member that was close to your age. Despite the events of Sokovia, you didn’t fear the woman. If anything, it only made the urge to get closer to her stronger.

Her powers absolutely mesmerized you. From the color of her powers to the different ways she could use them to her advantage; it was mind blowing how much power she had literally at her fingertips. As time went on, you and Wanda became very close. You’d always have movie nights together in your room, which eventually led to the Sokovian woman peacefully sleeping next to you in your bed.

Not only was Wanda drop dead gorgeous, but she was genuine and humble. She had confided in you about the many different traumas she had been through and expressed how the surreal amount of grief constantly consumed her. It broke your heart to know that such an amazing person was put through so much.

Her past could’ve easily turned her into a villain, but she decided to go the opposite direction. She came to the conclusion that her powers could help others and that’s what she had chosen to do in Sokovia and up to now. It was why she had agreed to join the Avengers in the first place. Wanda knew how awful the world could be and she wanted to be there for people the way that her family had been before they passed. The amount of respect you had for Wanda was immeasurable.

Over the span of two years, you and Wanda became joined to the hip. Wanda didn’t even sleep in her own bed anymore. Before, she would just accidentally fall asleep in your room or sneak into your room in the late hours of the night to sleep with you. But now, she just barged into your room every night and slept there. She said that you kept the nightmares she had at bay and you were more than happy to be there for her if it meant she got a full night’s rest.

You both jumped at any opportunity you guys could to be on the same mission as the other. You not only wanted to spend time with her, but you wanted to protect her. Lord knows that Wanda of all people could handle herself, but it kept you at peace when you were with her; knowing that she had you to back her up. Naturally, you fell in love with your best friend.

At first, you thought you were just confusing your special platonic friendship with Wanda for romantic feelings. But sometimes you caught yourself wanting to kiss Wanda. You knew damn well that friends don’t daydream about making out with each other. So, yeah, you definitely had feelings for Wanda, but there was one thing standing in your way; Vision.

Vision basically joined the team at the same time Wanda did. He was created during the Ultron situation and has been an Avenger since then. Wanda and Vision were very close. They weren’t as close as you and Wanda were, but he was a close second. They had a bond over the mind stone that you couldn’t ever compete with. This fact discouraged you and forced you to keep your mouth shut. You’d rather keep your feelings to yourself and suffer in private than risk your friendship with Wanda.

I mean, you didn’t even know if Wanda was into girls! She could be as straight as a wooden ruler and you would most definitely embarrass yourself if you told her. Vision wasn’t exactly a man by any means, he was a robot. If Wanda were to like Vision that must mean you had a chance right? Not to be an ass, but he’s literally a hunk of metal. Regardless of all these thoughts, you knew at the end of the day that you would have to hide your feelings for the sake of maintaining the relationship you currently have with the Sokovian.

You did pretty good at hiding your feelings for awhile. You acted as if everything was normal and not like you were emotionally crying out inside every time you saw Wanda with Vision. It began to get too much when you had caught sight of the pair cooking Paprikash in the communal kitchen. Cooking was something you and Wanda used to do together. It was kind of your thing. It may seem silly, but watching her do something with Vision that used to be sacred to you both hurt.

You began to distance yourself the closer Wanda and Vision got together. What sucked even more was that Wanda didn’t even acknowledge your sudden distance. She no longer slept in your room, opting to spend her nights with Vision. You were dying inside and Wanda didn’t even care to notice.

You had a mission to get to today. Usually, Wanda would be down in the hangar whenever you were going on a mission without her, but she wasn’t there today. She was probably off somewhere with Vision, again. It stung that Wanda didn’t even want to see you off. She was so preoccupied with Vision that she didn’t even give you a second thought. A toaster was stealing your best friend who you just so happened to be madly in love with away from you. And you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

So, you reluctantly got onto the Quinjet with Steve who was accompanying you on the mission. Fury only sent you two in for this mission because it was a simple one. It didn’t require the entire team to complete. You both were to capture and detain the scientist responsible for the latest human experimentations at the hands of Hydra. From the intel gathered by S.H.I.E.L.D, their security wasn’t that bad so it would be a walk in the park for you and Steve. You had just left and you already desperately wanted to go home and wallow in your own self pity in the comfort of your bed.

But first, you had to get this mission over with. The Quinjet landed a little far away from the small Hydra base. You and Steve made your way out of the jet and began to trudge your way toward the building. As you guys got closer, Steve stopped abruptly.

“No matter what, we stick together okay? Just because this should be an easy mission, doesn’t mean we should let our guard down. Understand?” He lectured you sternly as he stared at you intensely.

“Yeah. I got it, Cap.” You replied to him dismissively as you continued to make your way toward the building. You took note of the five guards that were guarding the entrance and gave Steve a nod before you both sprung into action.

After you guys had taken down the entrance guards, you both sneakily made your way into the building. It was pretty easy to find your target, seeing that the building was the size of a house. You and Steve barged into the room, the scientist whipping around quickly and freezing in shock at the sight of you both.

Steve quickly charged at the man and placed him into handcuffs. As Steve pulled the man up by the collar, forcing him to his feet, a thought crossed your mind. This is too easy. Only five guards and the professor was just conveniently in here? This had to be a setup.

Before you could voice your concerns to Steve, you felt a sharp pain rip through your shoulder as Hydra agents flooded into the room. You fell to your knees in pain as Steve threw the target to the ground. He quickly began to fight as many agents as he could. You stood up as you tried to temporarily forget the pain. You began to take on agents yourself. Despite being injured, you kicked their asses with ease.

You were down to the last agent while Steve was pulling the scientist back up to his feet, much more aggressively this time. For some reason, your thoughts went to Wanda. How would she react to your injury? Would she even bother to visit you to make sure you were okay?

Unfortunately, you had chosen the wrong time to become distracted by your thoughts of Wanda. While your thoughts were racing, you failed to notice the glint of a knife in the agent’s left hand. As you blocked one of his punches, he quickly stabbed you right in the stomach. At this, Steve jumped in to help you and made quick work of knocking out the man who stabbed you.

You fully fell to the floor this time, gasping for air. Not only were you shot, but now you got stabbed. Seriously? Did god decide you weren’t already having a shitty enough time? Steve quickly picked you up in his arms in a panic. He carried you to the Quinjet while making sure the scientist was following behind you both. Steve placed your body onto the medical table that was in the Quinjet, handcuffed the man to a railing, and sped off to the compound. He took note of how much blood you lost; it was a lot to say the least. If he didn’t get to the compound soon, he feared you wouldn’t make it; and that wasn’t an option.

The 30 minute trip to the compound turned into a 15 minute ride. Steve quickly rushed you into the medical wing of the compound and placed you into the care of Doctor Helen Cho. He knew he had to tell the team about what happened. The Avengers were a family, and you being the youngest meant you were like a child to them, well besides Wanda obviously.

Steve hurriedly made his way into the living room of the Avenger’s living quarters and made sure Jarvis informed everyone that it was an emergency. As Steve entered, everyone turned to face him with worry present on each of their faces.

“What’s wrong, Rogers? Is everything okay?” Natasha asked as she looked over his body. There was an insane amount of blood all over his star-spangled suit. “It’s Y/N.”

At Steve’s words, everyone in the room stood in shock as their jaws dropped. But no one’s feelings could compare to Wanda’s. She abruptly stood up from the couch and made her way towards Steve.

“What about her? What happened to her?” Wanda began to get angry as hints of her powers made their way to her eyes. Steve took a step back and looked at Wanda before returning his gaze back to the other people in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence of the room.

“We went on a mission together. It was supposed to be an easy in and out thing. But we were setup. She got shot in the shoulder and stabbed in the abdomen. She’s in the medical wing right now.” Steve spoke strongly, attempting to remain calm for the sake of the team, but he was terrified inside. Your state refused to leave his mind. Your limp body in his arms as your warm blood covered his hands.

Wanda didn’t say another word as she ran towards the elevator and impatiently hit the button to the medical wing. She didn’t bother to wait for anyone else. Nothing mattered right now except you.

Wanda had feelings for you. Ever since she met you, you were this light in the darkness that was her life. You could cheer her up when no one else could. You knew her better than she knew herself. You were not only her best friend, but you were the woman she was irrevocably in love with. She was terrified to tell you how she felt. She thought she would lose you if she had confessed how she truly felt for you. So, she remained quiet and tried to forget about her feelings for you by hanging out with Vision more. She wasn’t using Vision by any means, she genuinely did enjoy his company. But he wasn’t you.

Wanda didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to fully open as she squeezed herself through the small gap and made her way towards the medical bay doors. Before Wanda could open the door, Steve abruptly grabbed her hand, stopping her from going any further. He must’ve taken the stairs. Damn his super soldier abilities.

“Wanda. Stop. I know you’re worried about Y/N, we all are. But barging in there won’t be any help. You need to let Cho and her nurses focus on helping her.” Steve desperately tried to talk some sense into Wanda; it worked. Wanda’s shoulders slumped as she made her way towards the seating area that was right outside the doors. All she could do was sit, wait, and pray to whatever god there was that you would be okay.

Wanda didn’t even know you were going on a mission today. If she did, she would’ve went to the hangar and hugged you before she left, like she always did. Oh fuck, she didn’t even get to see you off and now look at your state. Now that she thought about it, she had been neglecting you for some time now. She let her fear of her feelings consume her. She spent more time with Vision than with you, and now she wasn’t sure if she would get the opportunity to be with you again. The thought of not being able to tell you how in love with you she was mortified her. This was the wake up call she needed.

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2 hours later

After two agonizingly slow hours, Doctor Cho made her way towards the anxious group of heroes. Wanda shot up from her seat and approached Helen.

“How is she? Please, tell me she’s okay.” Wanda asks as she nervously chews on her bottom lip. “Y/N is fine. Luckily, the knife didn’t hit any major arteries. She won’t be able to make any sudden movements for the next few weeks which means no missions until I give her clearance.” At Cho’s words, the entire team was struck with relief. Wanda’s eyes lit up at the good news. You were okay. You were still here.

“Can we see her?” Steve asked from behind Wanda as he made his way to stand beside her. “Yes, shes awkward, but only one person can go in at a time. She’s very sensitive right now from the anesthesia.” Helen gave the team a smile before walking off.

Everyone looked at Wanda as she gave them a nod. Of course she had to go in first. You and Wanda may have been oblivious to each other’s feelings, but the team wasn’t. It was almost annoying how unaware you two were of how the other person felt.

Wanda quietly made her way into your room and almost let out a sigh of relief as she saw you laying on the table awake. You were trying to reach for a glass of water beside your bed, but the pain in your side made the small task a burden. Wanda quickly made her way to the table and handed you the glass of water. You were startled since you didn’t even hear her enter the room. You took the water from her hands and took a long sip before handing it back to her.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked coldly as you glared at the Sokovian woman. She was shocked at your animosity. You were never like this with her before. “I needed to make sure you were okay. I was worried sick.” Wanda frowned as she pulled a chair up to your bedside and sat in it.

“Oh. Now you suddenly remember I exist? It only took me nearly dying for you to notice me again.” You knew you weren’t being fair. You guys were just best friends and she was entitled to hang out and be with whoever she wanted. But the part of you that loved her and longed for more took over.

“Y/N. I’m sorry I haven’t been around as often. I got caught up hanging out with Vision when I should’ve been there for you.” Wanda’s eyes softened as she stared at your face. She missed you so much. She may have seen you around the compound, but she hasn’t been this close to you in what felt like decades.

“Yeah. You got caught up with Vision. Why don’t you just go back to him now. I’m fine.” You stubbornly spoke as you tore your eyes away from Wanda and stared out the window in front of your bed.

Wanda made a ballsy move and grabbed your hand in here. Thankfully, you didn’t move it away. “Y/N. I don’t care about Vision, I care about you. I love you and I mean that in more than a friendly way.” At Wanda’s words, your head snapped back to her as you looked over her features for any indication of a lie; you didn’t find any.

“I was spending time with Vision to try and forget my feelings for you. That obviously backfired and only solidified what I already knew I felt. I’m sorry it took such a terrible situation for me to finally grow the balls to tell you this. I love you Y/N.” Wanda squeezed your hand tightly as she stared at you full of love and adoration.

You were speechless. As cliche as it sounds, this was what you’ve wanted since the moment you laid eyes on her. She said the three words you’ve been longing to hear spill from her mouth. She loved you too.

“I love you too, Wanda. I’m sorry. I thought you had a thing for Vision and I let jealousy and insecurity get the better of me.” You looked down in shame as you tried to pull your hand out of Wanda’s hold, but she only gripped it tighter.

“Don’t be sorry. I completely understand. I’m so glad your okay and I’m so unbelievably happy that you feel the same way.” Wanda smiled brightly at you as you smiled right back. You guys must’ve looked like maniacs with your big, cheesy smiles, but you didn’t care.

Wanda began to slowly lean towards you. You attempted to meet her in the middle, but only ended up wincing in pain as you were reminded of your impressive stab wound. Wanda let out a laugh.

“Let me handle it, moya lyubov (my love).” Wanda said before closing the gap between you both and giving you a heated, desperate kiss. All the pent up emotions that you both had been withholding from each other were coming to light through this kiss. You guys were interrupted by the door swinging open abruptly and the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You both jumped apart as you cringed at the sting of your injuries. You turned to the door and caught sight of the team standing at the door with shit eating grins on their face.

“Sorry to interrupt you, lovebirds. But we wanted to check on Y/N too. Cho gave us the clear to come in now.” Natasha smirked at yours and Wanda’s flustered states.

“Pay up, Barnes.” Sam said as he held his hand out to Bucky, who groaned before placing 50 dollars in his hand. You and Wanda stared at the two confused, Bucky took notice of this and decided to fill you both in.

“We made a bet on when you two would get together. I said in the next two months, he said in the next two weeks. He won.” Bucky gave you both a shy, almost embarrassed smile.

Everyone in the room laughed, making you and Wanda turn even more red than before. You didn’t care about the inevitable, endless teasing you would have to endure after today. You would deal with the comments forever as long as it meant Wanda was by your side. You once thought that she didn’t feel the same, and you were so glad you were proven wrong. Sometimes, love can be requited after all.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years ago

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I Would Do Anything You Asked Me To

This was supposed to be finished for the #vicficwriterchallenge earlier this month but life got in the way. I liked the prompt and lil fic so I figured I’d post it anyway. This is my first fic in the fandom too x

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer thinks he can hear Y/N moaning his name through the walls. But he has to be imagining things.

Category: Sort of smut, sort of fluff, and a lil teensy bit angsty

Warnings/Includes: smut, sexual language, voyerism, masturbation (both male and female), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed

Word count: 2000 words

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There’s been tension for a while.

It’s been building steadily and slowly over the past few years. Spencer’s pretty sure it’s all been coming from his end though. Why would Y/N even give him a passing thought in a romantic context, she’d been his best friend from the jump, taken to him the second she’d joined the team. They had the same embarrassing sense of humor, the opposite taste in movies, and nothing but love for each other. But it was strictly platonic. So platonic that they’d bunk together in hotel rooms for most cases, staying up reading in side by side twin beds, or talking nonsense a little too late into the night given they always seemed to have such a long day ahead.

But lately things felt different.

One evening in Kansas Spencer thinks he can hear a faint moaning coming from the bathroom while he’s skimming through a hardback. The walls in this place are bordering on paper thin but he thinks that it sounds like moaning, muffled just a little by the hum of the shower running. When Y/N comes out, steam billowing behind her as she gently dries her hair with a towel, he thinks she looks flushed. He thinks it must just be from the hot air and doesn’t linger on the thought for long.

That is until the following week in Louisiana. The walls are a little thicker but the shower’s definitely not running this time. It’s been shut off for a few minutes when he hears the same breathy moans. And it’s unmistakable when he hears his own name tumbling from her lips, the way she always says it, just, different. When she emerges this time he’s staring her down, without really meaning to.

“Did you call me?” he asks, puzzled. She shakes her head, pulling a confused expression, but the tips of her ears start to glow pink, matching the strap of her bra that he can see falling down her shoulder. God he wishes he hadn’t noticed that.

The next time it happens is markedly different.

It’s in Texas, and Spencer gets to the room late. Not by a lot, but longer than he’d like. One of the officers at the station had some follow up questions that kept him lagging behind the rest of the team. All he wanted in the world was to collapse straight into bed and try and string together at least a few hours of sleep. It’s late so he opens the heavy fire door as gently as he can, pushing it closed behind him softly. He doesn’t want to wake Y/N but it becomes increasingly apparent that there’s no fear of that.

He thinks he can hear her voice, calling out for him, but when he rounds the corner that’s not the case. Y/N is splayed across her bed, legs spread with her hand buried between them. Sweet but filthy moans are falling from her softly parted lips, her eyes screwed shut with intensity as her fingers worked inside of her.

“Fuck” Spencer whispers, it’s quiet and involuntary but he drops his bag on the ground without thinking about it and it lands with a thud. He ducks back around the corner before her eyes open but she stops immediately.

“Spence?” she calls out into what looks like an empty room, “Spence wait!”

“I’m just—” he swallows hard, “I’m gonna shower before I hit the hay” he’s aiming for nonchalance but it comes out somewhere between childish and awkward. If she responds he doesn’t hear, he’s locked the bathroom door behind him in a hurry, slumping against it.

Spencer wants to forget about it, or maybe he doesn’t. He’s carding through the memories as he lets the water trickle over him. Hearing his name echoing around his head just the way she’d moaned it twice now. His hand was braced against the cold tile while he stroked along his hard length, the images of Y/N spread completely across the bed not 2 feet from him with her fingers deep inside herself. Her head falling back against the pillows in ecstasy. He can’t help but think about what she’d been imagining herself.

It doesn’t happen for a while after that.

They hardly speak really, and thankfully for Spencer there’s no need to double up on rooms for a little while. Now he’s just got to get a hold of himself while he’s around her on cases, or in the office. Which wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t sit at the desk opposite him, or the seat next to him on flights. Or if her hair wasn’t so beautiful in the way it cascaded over her shoulders, or worse still, when she gathered it all to one side, exposing the planes of her neck to him while she worked.

Spencer was managing to keep his urges, and his feelings, mostly at bay. But really who was he kidding, they were bubbling just below the surface and they had been for far longer than this had been going on.

In Florida 3 weeks later they’re stuck sharing a room again. Hotch didn’t really give either of them an option this time anyway, why would he presume anything had changed between the two of them. And really it hadn’t, it had just become, awkward?

This became painstakingly clear as they walked into the room together.

“I’ll take this one?” Spencer half-asked as he dropped his go-bag by the edge of the bed nearest the window.

“I’m easy” Y/N responded, walking to the other and sitting on the edge of it, hands resting in her lap. “Spence?” she ventured, it tumbled out of her like a whisper, he almost missed it, so he pretended he did.

“Mind if I grab the first shower?” he asked, without waiting to hear for an answer he made his way into the bathroom. He washed the day off his skin, scrubbing against it harshly with the sad hotel soap out of frustration more than anything else. Y/N had been his best friend for so long, and these complicated feelings didn’t negate that. This friendship was invaluable to him but he’d be kidding himself if he promised he could shake these feelings for good. Everyone he’d ever dated, or thought about dating, no matter how flawless, just wasn’t her. They didn’t have her laugh, her smile, her kindness, the fire inside that she possessed was missing in everyone but her.

Every time she’d even made an allusion to a date with someone his stomach would sink. He wasn’t proud of that but it was true. His heart would ache at the thought of some other man getting to be with her, in any way at all. Of course Spencer and Y/N would go out for dinner, or a movie, or whatever on their days off, but once he was in the privacy of his own room later that evening he’d imagine where they could’ve ended up.

In his bed together, holding each other close. Maybe he’d place soft, sweet kisses all over her cheeks, peppering her neck and jaw with them first thing in the morning. Other times he’d think about how he’d grab her and pull her by her hips, letting his fingernails dig into them as he fucked her from behind, shaking the more precarious items off his desk.

This time however he was thinking about her in that damn hotel room again. Getting herself off and whimpering his name, like maybe she hoped that it wasn’t her fingers but him buried inside her.

When he finally left the bathroom he’d almost hoped she’d be asleep. And prayed that she wouldn’t care enough to ask him whatever question he’d dodged before heading in there. But Spencer had never been a lucky guy.

“Spence?” she called out again, soft and timid. Y/N was in a nightdress, it was small and satin and baby pink, and his shoulders tensed at the sight. He was distracted enough to forget that she was perched, legs crossed, in the centre of his bed.

“Y/N, I’m by the window” he had to force the words out of his ever so slowly closing throat.

“Spence!” she called yet again, harsher this time, trying to get his full attention.

“What!?” it came out a little louder, a little meaner than he meant it to. It was just misplaced frustration. Frustration with himself, with the whole situation, but never at her.

“Sorry Y/N” he breathed, letting his eyes drift closed in a effort to calm his nerves.

“It’s alright” she soothes, bringing herself up to her knees so she can move closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to Spencer. She’s still shorter than him even perched up like this, and he's trying desperately to ignore the way he can just about see down her nightdress with the way she’s kneeling.

“Spencer.” she states his name calmly, “If I had—” she cuts herself off, taking in an unsteady breath. It doesn’t look like it helps all that much. She reaches out to him but pulls back before she can really make any physical contact. Torn.

“Fuck it” she huffs and looks up to make direct eye contact with him now, unwavering, and he’s got no idea where her bravery’s come from all of a sudden, and really neither does she. “That night in Houston” she breaks for just a second, “If I’d asked you to stay, would you?” her eyes remain fixed on his, waiting for a reply that’s stuck deep in his throat.

“Y/N, I—” he shakes his head, “What are you asking?”

Her head falls to the side in a universal gesture for ‘are you kidding me?’

“You know what I’m asking Spencer, I was calling for you, trying” her eyes screw shut as she pinches the bridge of her nose “would you have stayed?” she looks up at him now, her eyes full of uncertainty and what he thinks could be sadness.

Spencer’d been a coward. He knew that already. He’d been a coward from the second he’d noticed these feelings for Y/N, scared that they’d damage their bond, or that she wouldn’t reciprocate. Because really he had no reason to believe anyone would return those sorts of feeling for him, least of all the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He could scarcely let himself imagine scenarios where she liked him, like that. But here she was, in the flesh, in a fucking satin nightgown offering herself to him. And apparently not for the first time.

Spencer knew he’d been silent for too long, and honestly he didn’t have a verbal answer he could give that wouldn’t be an entire fucking poem. So instead he grabbed her, a strong hand pulling her face to his to engulf her lips in a kiss. Rougher than he probably mean it, his teeth almost clashing with her own as their mouths opened for one another, tongues delving in deeper exploring and working against the other. He could feel the tiny moans she let out vibrating against his lips only encouraging him to prolong the kiss for as long as he could, breathing deeply thorough his nose in the hopes that maybe he’d never have to remove his lips from hers ever again. But Y/N knew better, pulling away gently to look straight into Spencer’s glimmering eyes.

“Would you?” she asks once again, her pout is flushed and almost swollen and he catalogues that image so that he can remember it forever.

“I would do anything you asked me to” It escapes him without thought, and it’s true. And it’s the best he can do right now without pouring out his entire heart and soul in this stupid hotel room.

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colorseeingchick · 4 years ago

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Cheer you up, Calm you down (Iwa, Suna, Kuroo)

Life is full of ups and downs! And the downs can come in all forms. But no matter what it is and how you seek to be comforted, these boys will have your back.

A/N: This is part 1 of a longer series I have planned. All the boys are given different Y/Ns with different personalities and different scenarios. But that’ll become more clear in the next parts, I think. But regardless, I hope you enjoy part 1!

Warnings: Language. These are all meant to be ambiguous as to whether they are romantic or platonic. Interpret as you wish!

Iwaizumi Hajime: with a rambling Y/N

When you got the phone call, your heart dropped. He was… with another girl?

You shouldn’t have cared. You shouldn’t have. You guys weren’t dating or anything. But at the same time, you two had been talking for months. And he went out of his way to tell you that he was going to be ‘with the boys.’ So why did he lie? What game was he tryna play?

You weren’t ready to process the sadness, so instead you decide to break down the anger boiling in your stomach. Which is why you had been fuming over the phone for hours to Iwaizumi.

“Hello?”

“He’s a two timing pig.”

“Who?”

As you explain everything over and speak out your heart, Iwa listens. You noted when the other side of the line went silent, but continued to ramble into the phone.

“Are you driving?” You ask him as you hear a breeze coming from Iwa’s side.

“Just an open window,” he dismisses. You didn’t have too much time to question it. Your answer came when you heard a knock at the door.

“What? What are you… doing here?” pulling your phone down from your face, you let confusion enter your trashed puddle of emotions (mainly dominated by frustration).

“Surprise. It’s been an hour and you’re still mad. And I can’t listen to you forever.” Iwaizumi leans against the doorframe, arms crossing in front of him. “So let’s go.” You saw his shiny motorcycle parked close to the curb of your driveway, teasing you with the notion of a joyride.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, anything to get you over this shit. Let’s go.”

As you follow Iwa out, you adjust your weight on the bike, pulling closer to him as he revs the bike. “Don’t squeeze me. Just hold onto my waist, okay?”

Feeling the wind scratch your cheeks and pull tears from your eyes, a smile shines bright on your face. The frustration and anger that constricted your chest had been completely ripped away, the floating feeling in your belly causing bubbly joy to replace it as Iwaizumi guns it on the straight road ahead.

“Better?” Iwaizumi asks you as he tugs his helmet off, parked back on your driveway. You rest your head against his back, hands wrapped around his stomach, a smile plastered on your face.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Don’t waste your energy being pissed about that mother fucker. Not worth it.”

You scoff, smile unfaltering. “You’re right. I’ll just use that energy to bother you instead.” He sighs. But you just know he’s smiling.

“Looking forward to it.”

Suna Rintarou: with a Y/N on a rampage

Pacing your basement hallway, you were absolutely ready to tear a new one to the next unfortunate soul that walked in.

You’d just gotten back from a very long, complicated, messy meeting with a bunch of your teammates and coaches. A teammate who had hated you for seemingly no reason had just spent the last 3 hours trying to accuse you of something you never did. But for those 3 hours you were shocked to find that you had to actually defend you. Of course they realized you were innocent by the end, but they all just let that happen. No one defended you. Not even your ‘friends.’ You were livid, deep in a ‘I hate the world and want to watch it burn’ mood. Hence why you wanted to tear apart whoever was unfortunate enough to cross paths with you.

You were not ready for that person to be Suna Rintarou.

“Suna what the heck are you doing here? Did you see my texts?”

“Y/N-”

“I swear if you didn’t read them I’m gonna be so mad. I literally cannot believe this is even happening right now.” Your voice shakes as you stew in your own anger.

“Y/N…”

“I’ve never been angrier in my whole life I swear, this is unreal, absolutely unreal. Absolutely unacceptable. I literally cannot believe that they’re all absolute-”

You’re cut off when Suna grabs your hand, squeezing it abruptly.

“What the-”

He turns your palm up and places a rectangular item (that he’d been storing in his hoodie’s pocket) into your grasp. After he pulls away, you take a moment to inspect the item.

“The hell is this…” You blink-

And process.

“Why did you give me a snicker’s bar?”

“Because you’re not you when you’re hungry,” Suna deadpans.

“...”

“That’s so not funny, Suna.”

“Then why’re you smiling.”

Unfortunately, he’d got you there. You were no less angry, but the flow of anger had been interrupted by a new flow of amusement.

“Suna I’m being fucking serious right now, I can’t-”

You’re stopped this time by the rough jolt of your body forward as Suna roughly pulls your hoodie over your head, and then squeezes you in a hug.

“It’s shitty, I know. But everything is a lil less shitty with chocolate. Deep breath, eat, and then you can rant to me. I’m caught up on the texts.”

“...thank you.”

“No problem. But break a piece of the snickers off for me, will ya?”

“Aw hell nah this is my chocolate now!”

“Never buying you chocolate again.”

Kuroo Tetsurou: with a Y/N who just needs to get it out

“I’m literally gonna murder him.”

“Ya know, you should really stop staying stuff like that- cuz if he mysteriously dies and they take you to court, I’ll be the one who has to testify that you threatened murder. And I don’t really want that.”

“I know I know- you know I wouldn’t actually do anything but UGH!” You pound the ground against you in a fit of rage while Kuroo watches you, laying down on the hill you both had retreated to.

“I cannot believe him. It’s absolutely insane that he just keeps getting away with this shit and nobody does ANYTHING about it! And then they have the audacity to make me out to be the bad guy?! It’s so freakin’ bogus.”

“They still haven’t done anything about it huh.”

“And they won’t. Surprise surprise. Everyone sucks at holding people accountable once it's their ‘favorite student’ that has all the flaws. I’m so over all of this.”

Kuroo perches upwards at the sound of your voice cracking, keying in on how frustrated and emotionally exhausted you truly were.

“What do you want to do about it?”

“I don’t know. All I want right now is for my chest to stop hurting. This is so frustrating.” You try your best to keep it together in front of him, but he knew better. He knew much better.

“C’mere.” Kuroo wraps his arms around you, burying your face into his chest. “Scream.”

“Huh?” He had to know how odd of a request that was.

“Bury your face in my chest and just like, scream. Yell. Cry. Whatever you want. You’ll feel better. Get it out.”

“...mm…”

And so you did. You muffled your screams into Kuroo’s shirt, your throat going raw, your tears falling down, and his firm hold unwavering. As you pull away slowly, he gives you a firm shoulder pat before checking up again. “Better?”

“Yeah. Better.”

Notes:

Iwa’s is based off my best guy friend who’s a motorcyclist. I fully headcanon Iwa having a bike he HAS THE VIBES.

If you don’t get Suna’s comment please watch this video: here

Kuroo’s situation is not based off a personal one but, the ‘casually threatening murder’ is very much like me. And it makes all my pre-law friends very worried sometimes.

These are all SO SHORT I kinda hate it but expect the next parts to be...much longer lol I suck at concision.

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angel-bubbles · 3 years ago

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Predictably I have 2 ask David!!

Maybe Marcus n James too? Otherwise thoughts on mr steal yo girl (Gavin lmao)

you dare ask me to talk about david? talk i will. (putting it under the cut bc... i have some things to say)

Im gonna start with Marcus n James first (combining them >:3)

How I feel about this character

ok i have so much conflict bc i really genuinely do not hate marcus? i feel like everyone does and i don't? we won't dive in to what that says about me. but james stresses me out a lil i won't lie like i have so many questions sir. i do appreciate his hint of a moral compass and his value of love as a being, but these two really mess with my pea brain jsdkla i have no idea what to think of them 92% of the time.

All the people I ship romantically & non-romantic with this character

i ship them romantically with no one. even though i don't hate marcus, i do not vibe with him and love and like non-romantic?? idk i think he's a lil messy in the head thus i don't really put him with anyone in my head. same goes for james i just don't have anyone to be pairing him with? so i simply Do Not

My unpopular opinion about this character

most definitely that i don't hate marcus asdjkl also james gives me horrendous vibes which i have no clue if that's unpopoular, i just know i get such bad vibes.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

literally any type of clarification jsdkflsjdkl that whole series is so confusing to me i want to know whats going on so bad

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DAVIDDDDD >:3

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How I feel about this character

we all know how i feel about him i absolutely love that man. i love watching the way he develops over time. going back and listening to the earlier videos and listening to how sharp his edges were vs now? he still has them but you can just tell that he's grown into himself with angel and as an alpha. and even within his ability to be softer with like other people in his pack idk i ALSO think its really cool to see him grow through his grief of his dad and to watch how the healing, even for this untouchable big strong alpha, isn't linear. as a listener it is Nice to hear. i could go on.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

angel >:3 and, like i said for sam the idea of sam/darlin/david/angel does a lil somethin to my heart. but mainly, romantically just angel, i think their connection is just so unique and his mate being an unempowered human just adds a certain level of vulnerability between them that i don't think can really be duplicated

My non-romantic OTP for this character

ASHHHH i <3 those boys i love their friendship so much without asher i don't think david would be half the person he is now. as much as he complains about how annoying asher is i fr believe that ash probably saved david from himself and that type of connection with someone? yea they are platonic soulmates and im taking that to my grave.

My unpopular opinion about this character

unpopular opinion? i don't ship him with darlin romantically (not without angel and sam present in the romance as well at least sjdklsj). i do love the stories that come from it, but like i said, i think angel and david are just meant to be ya feel me. i also know some people don't like his earlier videos because he was harsh but like... i love those videos. again, we won't talk about what that says about me or where thats landed me in life ajdfkslfjskl

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i don't know honestly more pack interactions? more sweet domestic shit? more? i love him i will take any sort of crumbs that are thrown at me. i rlly wanna know how he told angel about magic but beggers can't be choosers jskfldsj

#thank u for humoring my pea brain #davey brain rot always #redacted david #redacted asmr #redacted marcus #redacted james

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Pet Names, Double Dates and Other Fiascos

READ PLATONICALLY

Request: SECOND ARO FIC OH MY GOD !!!! maybe them getting a lil dirty and ben really does a number on reader, so he takes her to mcdonalds or sumn and the waiter says something along the lines of “you’re such a cute couple!” and reader gets really uncomfortable with it maybe??? and ben being taking her home and cuddling her PLATONICALLY and he’s like “it’s ok we don’t need to let anyone else’s opinions affect us”

Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy

Summary: It's (nearly) all fun and games until someone assumes your relationship is romantic.

Warnings: Smut, kitchen sex, floor sex, oral sex (f receiving), a mild hint at choking, vaguely dom!Ben but not intentionally lmao, discussions of aromanticism and queerplatonic relationships, not as dialogue heavy as the first part though.

Words: 7, 264

A/N: Happy Arospec Awareness Week!! Big thanks to the anon who sent in that request when I asked for ideas for future chapters. I put a little bit of a twist on your idea but it’s fundamentally the same. Also the last scene is one that I’ve been thinking about for literal months now and I finally managed to fit it into a fic!

As always, if you’re curious about anything to do with aromanticism I am very happy to talk about it and answer questions!

Taglist: @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @ilovequeenmorethanyou @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies @cherries-n-rocknroll @scorpiogemini

The day had started off well. You woke with Ben tucked up under your arm, his legs curled up towards his chest since you’d stole the covers as you’d slept. Your face was pressed against the back of his neck and you felt him shift as you sighed sleepily and tried to keep from waking. Squeezing your eyes shut and pretending you hadn’t stirred must have worked because the next thing you knew was waking up to an empty bed and tinkly tapping sounds from somewhere else in the apartment. Groggily you shuffled out from the inviting comfort of the mattress, stretched, and pulled down the hem of the shirt you’d slept in to better cover your otherwise bare thighs before following the noises. You found Ben, still in his pyjamas (well, his boxer briefs) in the kitchen, dropping a couple of toasted waffles onto a plate, humming to himself.

“That for me?” you asked, stifling a yawn. “It can be,” he said, passing the plate to you with a quick kiss on your cheek, “There’s some cut up fruit and the maple syrup out on the coffee table and there’s coffee brewing over there,” “Thanks Benny,” “You’re welcome, Puddin’,” “Puddin’?” “I thought it was cute,” “Very cute.” You laughed as you reached for your coffee, unable to help but smile as you left the room. The first few months of your partnership had taken some adjusting and one thing Ben had decided he would do to make you both feel more at home with the dynamic was to come up with some non-romantic based terms of endearment for you. You’d vetoed things like baby and honey straight away, all of them a little too heavily skewed towards romance, or just reminders of past relationships you’d tried to force yourself into, for you to enjoy them. But, as Ben had said, he liked a good pet name, and he’d seemingly been determined to prove as much, constantly coming up with new things to call you. You, never really one for pet names anyway, mostly stuck with Benny or Benjamin if the situation called for something longer but you had a few other go-tos – things like Pet and Blondie as signs of affection, or Handsome and Tiger when you wanted to make him blush.

A few minutes later Ben joined you on the couch, placing his coffee down beside yours, almost spilling it as he watched the news story that was playing. “Remember we’ve got that double date with Jill and Martin this afternoon,” you said, the memory only just coming to you yourself. “Yeah, what time was that?” “Hang on, I’ll check the chat.” You scrolled through the messages on your phone with one hand while you ate with the other, “uhhh right, yeah, meeting at the bowling alley at 1.30.” “Bowling? Good, better than another shitty movie,” You laughed, “hey the last one they picked wasn’t too bad.” “Yeah I know, just not in the mood for it since I’ve been on set all week. I know if I went to the cinema now I’d just get distracted thinking about all the behind the scenes stuff which isn’t ideal for becoming invested in the story. Plus they’re always choosing romcoms, doesn’t that get annoying for you?” “Not really,” you shrugged, “I mean, do I sometimes wish they’d branch out? Sure. But I enjoy romance in fiction I just don’t need it in my real life. Don’t get me wrong though, very happy to do something different this time.” “How long d’you think we’ll be out?” You shrugged, “A few hours maybe?” “We should pop to the shop on the way back then. You need milk and we could get something nice for dinner.” “Sounds good. Does that mean you’re staying over again tonight?” “I was planning to, yeah. Barely saw you last week so I was hoping to spend all weekend with you to make up for it.” “Bet you regret agreeing to go out with them now,” “Kinda. S’pose it’s too late to cancel though,” “Nah you still could but you know they’ll get stroppy about it and we’ll have to go out with them next week. They don’t have any other couple friends since Neil and Percy split and Bianca took her fella overseas.” “Yeah, wasn’t seriously suggesting it.” “What would the plan have been if we did cancel?” Ben chewed a mouthful of fruit thoughtfully, “you, me, your bed. No need to be too quiet since Sophie’s still out,” he glanced at your roommate’s bedroom door, his eyes swinging back to you as he continued, “Or y’know, we could do a puzzle and listen to music all day, have a cat nap after lunch, whatever.” “You’re cute when you’re being all lazy,” “There would be nothing lazy about it thank you very much,” “Cat naps aren’t lazy?” “You know that’s not the part I was talking about,” “It wasn’t? Then what won’t be lazy,” you tried to hold back a giggle in the middle of your faux confusion but broke when Ben blew a raspberry at you in response.

Nothing more was said about cancelling as you finished your breakfast, though truthfully you probably wouldn’t have minded if Ben had cried off sick and rescheduled the double date. But you both decided that Sunday would be a day for just the two of you to make up for having to spend Saturday afternoon with others. Instead, you spoke of the week just passed and commented on the news still playing on the TV. When you were finished (Ben using the last corner of one of his waffles to swipe the remnant syrup from his plate) you stood and stacked the sticky dishes in your arms. Ben collected the coffee cups and a few other assorted dishes from the previous night, leading the way towards the kitchen and the dishwasher. He loaded his small collection onto the shelves before turning to grab the top plate from the pile you held. A noise of disgust rose from his throat as you held the plate out and he miscalculated the trajectory, his palm landing in a puddle of syrup and fruit juice. You were torn between laughing at his expression and taking the opportunity to toy with him a little but, always ready to tease him, your desire to see him blush won out. Trying not to smile too much, you reached forward and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his palm closer so you could lick the sweet syrup from his skin. Predictably his cheeks turned pink and he pulled his lip between his teeth as you let him go with a laugh. “Bet you’re really wishing we didn’t have to go out now, huh Tiger?” Ben didn’t respond but he did react, his eyes locked on you as he swiped his fingers along the same plate and held them out in offering. Not quite sure where things were heading but very keen on finding out, you leaned forward and let your lips part slightly. He took the action for what it was, an invitation, and trailed his fingertips across your lower lip before slipping them between the two. He watched closely as you sucked his fingers deeper, using your tongue to lick up the sweet residue. There was still an element of novelty with this aspect of your partnership. Still part of you that was intensely aware that it was Ben’s fingers in your mouth. There wasn’t any hesitation though, hadn’t been since that first time when you’d both had to psych yourselves up to actually look at each other naked. But there was a part of your brain that was almost surprised when you found yourselves at the edge of a sexual situation. You suspected he was similarly discombobulated by how easy it was for you to end up there, how frequently playful teasing and friendly jokes turned into hands grasping at bed sheets and breathless moans against sweat-slick skin. He pulled his fingers free from your lips, unwilling or perhaps unable to shift his gaze away from the thin string of saliva that connected them like some kind of erotic spider web that you were both already caught in. You waited to see what he’d do next, feeling your heart race in the pregnant pause so full of potential. And then he moved. You laughed as he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you at the same moment he stepped towards the bench, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He kissed you too, hungrily, as if it were impossible to resist. You’d looked down at him and suddenly been pulled towards each other, lips meeting with all the force and attraction of a magnetic field. Usually, he would have had a hand against the back of your head or your jaw but carrying you meant both his hands were already occupied so instead you substituted your own, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck to keep him from pulling away too far. As soon as you were safely positioned on the edge of the bench though his hands were free to fall elsewhere. One pressed against the small of your back as the other squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to keep your legs spread. Not that you could have closed them with Ben standing between them and not that the thought had even crossed your mind.

If you’d had all day Ben probably would have taken his time with you. Despite what he’d said earlier, you’d discovered Ben had a soft spot for slow and sensual intimacy. Making out that gradually built to passionate kiss-filled sex, foreplay that included soft caresses and whispered praise, anything that let him explore your body in intricate detail with his hands and lips. You’d been with guys like that before and had hated their insistence on linking hands and kissing you slowly. Those relationships never lasted long but with Ben it felt different, it felt good. Maybe it was because he knew you weren’t on board with overtly romantic acts and respected those boundaries you’d talked about so you never felt as if he were pushing you into a roll you didn’t enjoy. Or maybe he was just a better lover than they had been. Either way, it came to same result. You still preferred something less gentle and more energetic, though you felt you better understood the appeal of being held so close and kissed so tenderly. But with only a few hours before you’d have to start getting ready, Ben was inclined to speed things up a little. His hand quickly slipped up your thigh to press against your pussy, the cotton knickers you’d slept in the only thing keeping him from direct contact. You broke the kiss suddenly, the smacking sound loud in the small room, and dipped your head to press your lips to the notch between his clavicles. In response, Ben lifted his chin, exposing more of his throat to you and you took the chance to playfully nip at the junction where his neck and shoulder met. “Oi, no marks,” he said lwoly as you moved to kiss back up towards his jaw. “Afraid I’ll brand you with my initials?” “If you could legibly write your initials in hickeys I’d put up with whatever teasing the makeup ladies gave me,” “I’ll give it a crack then shall I?” Before you could so much as flick your tongue over his skin, Ben had raised a hand and placed it over your mouth to keep you from testing our your writing abilities, “Don’t think theres enough time, Sugar, but if you really want to I’ll let you try tonight, on my thigh where no one is likely to see it.” “Make it your arse and you’ve got a deal,” you said though it was a little muffled by his palm. “Fine,” he laughed, drawing his hand away, “But then I get to try it on you too,” You nodded, grinning, and then both fell into giggles, leaning against each other’s shoulders. This was what you’d hoped for when Ben had first approached you with the idea of being partners, what you’d been afraid you’d never actually find. Someone who would follow your tangential jokes even if it delayed sex. Someone you could be yourself with. You were distracted from the thought as Ben pressed his lips to your shoulder over the sleeve of your shirt. “Should I continue?” he asked, still smiling though softer, his fingertips lightly dancing over the crease of your thigh. “I’d be offended if you didn’t” “Can’t have that,” he leaned in to catch your lips once again, at the same time resuming stroking you over your panties so that you felt all the air leave your lungs in a rush. It felt good but you need more and so shifted your hips, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers. To get more leverage and better brace yourself as your centre of gravity changed, you dropped a hand behind you. Intuitively, Ben shifted the hand on your back higher and closer to your side to help keep you steady, the other still drawing lines along your clothed slit. You gasped as his thumb took up residence against your clit, rubbing it firmly so a visible damp patch began to form on your panties.

Ben grinned at you as your breath came harder and dragged his thumb back down away from your clit towards the leg of your underwear. Still watching your reactions, he twisted his fingers up under the material, gently tracing them along the same path they’d just followed only now he could feel your wetness directly. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, leaning close to your ear, as he circled your entrance with a fingertip before pressing it into you, “of how I’d like to fuck you right now. It might take a little flexibility on your part though. I mean, nothing too much, just getting your legs up on my shoulders.” Curious, and more than a little distracted by the addition of a second finger inside you, you nodded, “Sounds fun.” “Knew you’d say that. Just tell me if it’s too uncomfortable,” “Will do.” You leaned forward as Ben moved back a little, taking his fingers with him, giving you enough room to drop your hand to his crotch and grasp his stiff length through his undies, “Just get on with it.” “Puddin’ was too nice a nickname for you. Sugar too.” he gasped as you dragged your palm along his length and back again. “What’s the matter, Tiger?” “Maybe I should call you Tiger, if you’re going to keep grabbing my cock like that,” You laughed and let him go, leaning back on your palm again, “Tigress? Whatever, doesn’t matter. Are you going to fuck me or not?” “No I just wanted to get my dick hard for no reason,” he said sarcastically, poking his tongue out at you as he pushed his underwear down. “You’re such a –” you broke off with a sharp gasp as Ben tugged your underwear aside and pressed into you without warning, “dork.” Ben chucked and leaned in to kiss you quickly before readjusting your position a little by pulling you closer to him so your arse was right against the edge of the bench. Slowly he rolled his hips against you, pulling back and thrusting forward again, finding a rhythm that worked. You leaned back on both palms as Ben grabbed you by the waist, the other resting on your knee to keep it pressed against his side. “This feel alright?” he asked as he gave another thrust, hitting a spot deep inside you. “Mmhmm,” you nodded, able to feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke of his cock. “What about this?” Ben shifted first one of your legs and then the other to his shoulders, encouraging you to bend them at the knee. His hands moved to your sides, fingertips digging into your back as he pressed you even closer. The effect was that you felt as if you were almost folded in half but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. There was an almost weightless feeling to it and any slight awkwardness you felt with your chest meeting your thighs was a small price to pay for just how good Ben felt once again moving inside you. You tightened your fingers against the benchtop, wishing there was something you could grab onto as your whole body rocked with each of his thrusts, the position allowing him to penetrate you deeply, continuously brushing against a number of spots that sent electric spikes of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” was about all you could think to say. “That a good fuck?” Ben questioned, voice gruff with his exertions. “Yeah, yes, fuck, so good,” “So you like when I do this?” You let out a soft moan as he roughly fucked into you again, timing it just right. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he half laughed, turning his head to kiss your leg before leaning forward to catch your lips again. After that there wasn’t much room for talking. Ben, having assured himself that you were happy, speeded up his rhythm, clutching you tightly to keep your legs from slipping off his shoulders. His breathing became rougher, matching your own, as he drove into you, though he still kissed you as much as he could, panting against your lips, swallowing your moans and pushing whatever air he had into your lungs.

You could feel your orgasm bubbling up, like a pot of water on the verge of boiling, but knew Ben would reach his first, recognising his expression as the one he wore when he was trying to hold back from the edge. “Fu-ck you’re s-so tight,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against yours, “gonna have to pull out soon,” You could feel him pulling away and tightened your calves on either side of his neck in an effort to stop him, needing just a little more to reach your own release. “Not helping,” he groaned, suddenly unable to hold off any longer, “Shit. Y/N.” You whined as he stilled to shoot his release over your walls. “Jesus,” he said a little breathlessly, as he pulled out, your underwear slipping back over you, and rubbed his neck absentmindedly, “Didn’t expect that to finish me off. Did you…?” You shook your head, letting your leg slip to be caught in the crook of Ben’s arm. “Well let’s fix that, shall we,” he said, already letting you go to bend forward, his face right between your thighs. You felt a puff of his hot breath against you as he hooked his index finger into the crotch of your knickers, pulling it aside, and then his tongue was on you, lapping up your arousal and coming to rest against your clit. He set up camp there, focusing all his attention on the small nub. You let yourself drop back so you were holding yourself up on one elbow, your other hand on the back of Ben’s head, tugging on his hair as he drew a series of moans from you. With a particularly firm suck, you felt your cunt pulse and something warm and wet ran from you, dripping over the edge of the bench onto the cupboard door. You had an idea what it was so it surprised you when Ben released your clit to lick between your lips, catching it with his tongue and spreading it along your slit. “We taste good together,” he mumbled, going in to trace the same path over again, greedily licking up the mixture. You swore under your breath, feeling yourself right on the edge of your orgasm, unspeakably turned on by Ben lapping up the load he’d just left in you. Sensing how close you were he dragged his tongue over your clit again, quickly sliding two fingers into you to help you along. You whined his name as he pushed you over the edge, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he again sucked at your clit, not stopping until he was sure it had worked. “Thank you,” you said as he straightened up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re such a dork,” he laughed as he kissed you again, tracing his tongue over yours. The man clearly wanted you lightheaded from lack of air. “Shut up,” you pushed yourself to sit up straight again, expecting Ben to step away and let you hop down from the bench. He didn’t though, instead absentmindedly toying with the leg of your underwear as his gaze fell to your lips. “Seriously?” Ben shrugged, “Eating you out made me hard again. And,” he quickly ran his fingers along the edge of the bench, collecting some of the mess you’d left there, “I think it’s only fair you should taste us too,” If he’s said it less earnestly you might have batted his hand away and laughed off the suggestion but something about his tone made you grab his wrist to pull his fingers towards your mouth. He hadn’t been wrong, the mix of you both did taste pretty good, though you’d already got a hint of it as he’d kissed you. “Good girl,” he breathed out, eyes heavy with lust, “think you’re up for more?” “Can we move elsewhere? The edge of the counter is digging into me.” “Okay,” Ben began tugging your underwear down and kicked off his own before pulling your shirt over your head, making you laugh. He Helped you stand and then immediately pushed you to the floor. For a moment you thought he was suggesting you give him a blowjob and were about to question him but half a second later he was following you down, laying down and pulling you on top. “I meant like the bed or the couch at least,” you said somewhere between incredulity and amusement. “Too far,” he grunted, bucking his hips to encourage you to mount him properly, “need you now.” You rolled your eyes as you sank down onto his dick, “Do I actually get to cum this time or…?” “Only if you move,” Ben growled as he grasped your hips and pulled you down onto him, making you cry out at the unexpectedly sudden sensation of being filled. He let you ride him for a bit, alternating between squeezing your thigh as he rubbed his thumb over your clit and cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples as he encouraged you to fuck yourself on his cock faster. You kept to the same steady pace though, intending to drag it out a little, make him wait. But it wasn’t long before he got fed up with the deliberately slow pace you’d cultivated. Without warning you found yourself on your back, Ben grasping your thighs as he kneeled over you, pulling your hips up a little so he could fuck you the way he wanted. Your voice shook as you moaned and writhed in his shadow, your own fingers dancing over your clit to keep building your orgasm. “Isn’t that better?” he said roughly, laughing a little as you nodded your agreement, “Making me wish I had cancelled our plans. Could stay in your pussy all day.” You whimpered and rubbed your clit harder. “C’mon Pumpkin, so close aren’t ya,” You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning when you finally tipped over the edge. But that didn’t stop Ben. He waited until your orgasm had subsided and then pushed your legs wide and up into the air so he could lay directly on top of you as he continued to pound you. Your voice shook as a moan was pulled from your throat and you squirmed beneath him, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. There was something about his weight pressing down on you, his breath against your ear. Something about how close he seemed, almost panting as his hips stuttered in and out of the rhythm he was desperately trying to hold on to. He mouthed at your neck as you tilted your head to accommodate him, reaching a hand down to squeeze his arse cheek. You were sore from every other way he’d fucked you, tired from the two orgasms he’d already wrung from you, and yet the thought of stopping him, of ending the incredible pleasure you felt at his hands, was the furthest thing from your mind. A scream caught in your throat as he seemed to press you even harder into the floor, your legs shaking in the air as he grit his teeth and grunted with each harsh drive into you. And then he came, gasping against your throat as he felt you cum too, finally releasing the scream you’d been holding onto until the noise turned to breaths so ragged they felt like sobs.

Ben kissed your throat and then your jaw as he came back to earth, still laying on you. “How was that?” he asked softly when you’d remained quiet for a while. You drew in a deep breath, “Pum-Pumpkin?” “What?” “You called me fucking Pumpkin of all things, while trying to get me off?” “So?” “Jesus Ben,” you half-heartedly swatted at his side, “you’re lucky I was so close that it didn’t matter otherwise I might have laughed and completely lost the orgasm.” Ben joined in your laughter, the sensation of his shaking body on top of yours slightly odd but mostly quite comforting. Until he shifted his hips without thinking and made you wince. “Sorry,” he said, pressing his lips to yours again as if to kiss away the discomfort before he gingerly pulled out of you and sat back on his knees, “But you did cum that time, right?” “I think you know I did,” you sighed, already able to see what was coming, as you let your legs drop to the floor. “So wait, how many times exactly?” You sighed and shook your head slightly. “Because if my maths is right, I think we got you to three times. Once on the bench and twice on the floor. One plus two is three, yes?” “Yes that’s how basic addition works Ben,” “And who was it again that got you to three orgasms? Was it,” he pointed a finger as his one chest, “Moi?” “Alright asshole, you’re very impressive and a somewhat decent shag,” “I think you could be a little more grateful considering that performance. Might have been my best ever moves,” You pushed Ben in the middle of the chest, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes but, truthfully you were inclined to agree that it had been his best performance yet, at least in your experience. “Here let me help you,” he chuckled as you tried to stand, almost falling over as your legs shook. Quickly, Ben pushed himself to his feet and then offered you a hand up too, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Thanks,” “I hope I haven’t made it too hard for you to walk. Wouldn’t want to throw off your bowling cos you were fucked so right.” “Jesus Christ,” you couldn’t help but laugh.

The rest of the time you had before you had to leave was spent tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the evidence of the mornings activities in case your roommate got home before you, washing up and getting ready to go. Which is really when things started to go downhill. If you’d realised you might have told yourself to stay home, come up with a quick excuse to get out of it and just played video games with Ben for the rest of the day or something. But there was no way to know what was coming so you didn’t. You talked happily as you got into Ben’s car (which was already parked on the street), excited to see your friends and looking forward to the afternoon.

The double date itself was quite fun, although draining. There was always an element of playing pretend at these sorts of occasions. Not that you minded so much. It was either play up the romance of your relationship or have to explain what you were to everyone and a few hours of pretending Ben was your boyfriend was honestly much simpler. At least bowling was better than the cinema. The first time you’d gone on a double date to a movie you’d sat down beside Ben, the popcorn you were sharing balanced on the arm rest between you. Martin and Jill had raised their armrest and were virtually sitting on top of each other, hands entwined. Which would have been fine except Martin had leaned over and said, “you know these things move” and looked expectantly at you. Ben and you had shared a glance and then tried to say you were both fine with the space but they’d given you matching looks that said they thought you were being weird or prudish or judging their willingness to cuddle in public. So you’d relented and shifted the armrest so you could spend the next two hours sitting with Ben’s arm around your shoulders, both of you more tense about the situation than you ever would have been if you’d just been allowed to sit in your seats like normal. Things had improved a bit since then. Ben had told you that one night when you’d gone out to a bar together, Martin had pulled him aside as asked why he never kissed you properly. Ben had shrugged and said he didn’t like PDAs, that he didn’t want photos to spread or anything like that, especially since it was still so new, and Martin had accepted it. They began to see that your ways of being affectionate were quieter, stealing sips from each other’s drinks, a warm hand against a knee, dumb nicknames that made you both laugh. Even if Jill did sometimes still try to convince you that there was nothing wrong with snogging in the middle of a busy street. Nonetheless you never felt fully able to relax when it was just the four of you. Always conscious of how they saw you, always worried that they’d decide you weren’t being affectionate enough and would tell everyone else you were going through a rough patch which would lead to more scrutiny. While at the same time worrying that one of them would start asking how serious it was between you and Ben, were you thinking about the future? Could you see yourselves moving in together? Was he the one? And it took a lot of energy to constantly be alert about what you were saying, always careful to not accidentally give away the secret truth of the situation. Bowling was fun though and less pressure than other double dates you’d been on. You could get away with not holding hands or sitting on Ben’s lap since everyone was standing up frequently and it didn’t make sense to be on top of one another. You could share small pecks on the lips or else tight hugs to celebrate strikes. And Ben made sure to tease you for missed pins, just like he always had, with a few added silly nicknames. He called you his sweet little hotdog after a particularly bad gutter shot which had made you laugh so hard you choked on your drink, and made Jill give him a disapproving glance. He’d smoothed it over by letting her overhear him saying he loved you, whispering the platonically just for you.

By the time Jill had been declared the winner of the game, you were ready to head home and spend a night forwarding Ben weird videos and dumb memes. Ready to be allowed to just exist without needing to be romantically linked to anyone. But it wasn’t quite to be. Martin made the suggestion that all of you should head to McDonalds for dinner and before you knew it you were standing in line, waiting for the kid at the cash register to serve you. You leaned your head on Ben’s shoulder as you stared at the menu, and vaguely wondered how someone working in a fast food joint could be so bright and bubbly. Right up until Ben nudged you and asked what you wanted. “Um, can I get a quarter pounder and a frozen coke, thanks.” “And?” Ben supplied. “And what?” “Y/N I know you want dessert, get dessert.” “And an Oreo McFlurry,” you smiled and bumped Ben’s shoulder with yours as he laughed and finished paying. “You guy’s make a cute couple,” the girl who’d served you said, eyes following the path of Ben’s gaze to you, still smiling. She seemed to realise what she’d said, her ears turning red, but Ben thanked her and added, “I think I have to agree,” as he squeezed your hip, before moving away so Jill and Martin could order. You’d smiled at her too but it wasn’t quite genuine.

It wasn’t that you weren’t used to it, people assuming you and Ben were in fact a couple. You were. One or two weeks after you’d first agreed to try out being queerplatonic partners, most of your friends had put two and two together and worked out that something was going on between you. Of course they didn’t know you were aromantic and they probably didn’t have any idea what a QPR was so they’d really added two and two and got five but you weren’t about to correct them. As you’d said to Ben, it was too much too soon to do that. Maybe if the QPR thing worked out long term, maybe then you could tell them. And besides, they weren’t exactly wrong anyway. They’d originally assumed you and Ben were just hooking up after Martin had dropped in to pick up something he’d left at Ben’s and had seen you spread out on Ben’s couch with sex hair and a rather large hickey on your neck and Ben’s sweater hanging off your shoulder. He’d asked Ben who’d just shrugged in response and said it wasn’t a big deal. You estimated it took about a minute and a half to reach everyone else. The next time you’d gone out as a group you’d felt them all watching you and Ben closely, trying to determine if Martin with bullshitting them all or not. They’d all decided it was just sex though. Until you were clearly still together a month later and they decided it had to be serious since Ben had never successfully fucked a girl for that long without catching feelings. That was when they started referring to you as boyfriend and girlfriend. That was also when the comments about how cute you were or how they’d always known you’d get together had first started. The first few times you’d heard it, it felt weird but you figured that was just because it was you and Ben and you were still working out how to be partners without the romance. You’d been in relationships before though and didn’t have any major objections to anything they said so you found it fairly easy to deal with and mostly you didn’t notice it anymore.

Except now it was bothering you. Something about the girl’s comment had rubbed you the wrong way. Which made you feel bad because she was just a kid with a shitty minimum wage job who didn’t know you from Adam. She had no idea. She was just trying to say something nice to a couple of strangers. You supposed your dislike of the comment probably had something to do with spending all afternoon putting on the romantic act for the benefit of your friends. Maybe even something about the sex from earlier. Probably just exhaustion from everything, a shorter fuse. It could even just be PMS though you’d have to check how far off your next period was to be sure. Whatever the reason it felt…not wrong exactly just off. You stayed quiet during most of the meal, aware you weren’t being great company and aware that Ben had realised something was wrong since he kept glancing at you when the other two weren’t looking. “Y/N,” Jill’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Still with us?” “Yeah,” you said, pulling a smile onto your face, “sorry, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” That statement was met by high pitched oohing noises and Martin jokily reprimanding Ben for keeping you up. You forced yourself to laugh with them, “Not like that you pervs. Ben was filming a night scene yesterday so didn’t actually get to mine until what,” you looked to Ben for confirmation, “One-thirty was it?” “Something like that. I don’t know I fell asleep almost as soon as I put my head down.” “Me, not so much,” you shrugged, “It’s all just catching up with me now.” They accepted that excuse without question and didn’t aim too many more comments in your direction, letting you finish your food without having to keep your mind on their conversation. And pretty soon you were hugging them goodbye and promising you’d organise the next date as Martin told Ben to get you home to bed before you fell asleep in your ice cream.

Ben waited until you were safely back inside your apartment before he asked if you were okay. “We were meant to get milk,” you sighed, trying to push away the annoyingly persistent discomfort. “I’ll go out later and get some. Or we can get Sophie to bring some back when she comes home. Are you okay though?” Unsure if this was a situation where you’d want space, Ben hovered at a respectful distance until you stepped in close and leaned your head against his chest. As soon as he knew you wanted him there he wrapped his arms tightly around you, “What’s wrong?” “Not sure. Think it all just got a bit much.” “How do you mean?” You shrugged as much as his embrace would allow and talked against his chest as you tried your best to explain how flat you felt, “I think the girl who served us was just like the straw that broke the camel’s back, y’know.” “Did me agreeing with her make things worse?” You shook your head, “Don’t think so. I knew you meant it in a different way to her. Besides, the other two were in earshot so there wasn’t much else you could say.” “You know that what everyone else thinks of us doesn’t change anything about what we have, right, or what we mean to each other. It doesn’t change who you are.” You didn’t mean to say it but the words had escaped before you could stop them, “Wouldn’t it be easier if it did though.” “But then you wouldn’t be you and I love you, platonically.” You smiled and nodded as you stepped back a little, though Ben’s arms wouldn’t let you go too far, “I know, thank you. And I’m fine, just having a bit of an off afternoon.” “Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do to help?” “No, you’ve been perfect.” You leaned up to give him a quick kiss, “And I know I’m being stupid about it. I knew what I was signing up for when I decided not to come out to them. Besides, being back home with you has definitely made me feel better already.” “Do you want a cuppa or anything?” “Nah, think I might just go lie down and read for bit. Decompress a little, y’know.” “Okay. Give me a shout if you want anything, yeah,” he pressed a kiss to your temple and give you an extra squeeze before he let you go.

Slowly you headed to your bedroom, kneeling down at your bookshelf and running your fingers along the spines until you found the one you wanted. That particular book had seen better days. It’s spine was cracked, the image on the cover peeling away from the cardboard underneath. More than one page had begun to fray around the edges like an ancient treasure map in a cartoon, with little triangles missing and the corners permanently creased where they’d been dog eared a hundred times. But as you settled into the bed, Ben’s pillow still smelling faintly of his hair pomade, you began to feel more yourself. Ben was right. What other people thought of your relationship didn’t matter. He was still your Ben, the same Ben who’s hoodie had been living in your cupboard for years now because he spent so much time at yours anyway it just made sense to keep a spare there. The same Ben who’d bought you your favourite pair of sunglasses when you’d left your old ones at home by accident. The same Ben who’d gradually been reading his way through your entire bookshelf rather than buying his own paperbacks. You had too much history there and too much love for each other for anyone else’s opinions to matter. And your partnership was good. It made you happy so it had to be good.

The time passed quickly as you read so when you looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw that a couple of hours had passed, you were a little taken aback. Ben poked his head round the corner and then stepped through the doorway when he saw you looked better. “Nice to see you smiling again,” he said softly as he crawled up beside you. Without thinking you lifted your arm so he could snuggle against you, his head on your chest. “What’re you reading?” “First Test by Tamora Pierce. First book in her Protector of the Small series.” “What’s it about?” “A girl training to become a knight. Gran bought it for me as a kid while we were on a holiday at the seaside.” Ben glanced at the worn pages, “Do you reread it a lot?” “Yeah a bit. The main character, Kel, is like the only aromantic character I know of so she’s kinda important to me.” “The main character’s aro?” “I mean, not explicitly. It was published in ’99 and the terminology to describe aro experiences didn’t really start being used until like the late 2000s and even then only in certain communities online. But Tamora Pierce did answer some questions on her website and said that as she was writing the series Kel became less and less interested in romance and sex so even though she didn’t have the words for it back then, she would consider Kel aro and probably ace too. And I mean, rereading them I definitely feel an aro sort of reaction to a lot of the romance stuff, even when Kel does start kissing boys and all that.” Ben leaned back to better see your face, “Will you read to me?” You leaned down to kiss him, unhurriedly, softly, letting your lips linger on his. “Is that a yes?” “That was a sorry I’ve been weird this evening kiss actually.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said simply, snuggling back down, his head once again resting on your chest and his arm thrown over your waist. You adjusted your grip on the book and began to read from where you’d left off, one hand running absentmindedly through his hair, both of you sighing softly as you relaxed into each other.

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #idk i hope its okay #also if you have any more idea for potential future chapters about these two send them my way #i like having an aro character to come back to every now and again lmao

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Marco’s Bauble Part 8 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story

Another update for Tumblr!

This work goes by On the Courtship of Monkey D. Luffy on AO3, and I’ll be updating over there tonight as well!

A quick question....do people like reading the updates here on Tumblr? Or now that it’s on AO3, would people prefer to read there? And if so, would you be okay waiting for new updates until AO3 catches up? I’m a little torn because I’m not sure if people are enjoying reading on here, and it’s quite a hassle to format for Tumblr, and it’s getting a bit difficult for me to juggle updating these stories on 3 separate platforms...

ANYWAY, in this update, Thatch has some Thoughts, and there is mention of Ace x Luffy.

Continues off of, and should be read after:

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 1

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 2

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 3

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 4

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 5

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 6

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 7

What are her 3 sizes?

(For the wedding dress, of course.)

"The fuck! Like I'd tell you!" Thatch roars, startling the blue gull into momentarily leaping off the rail, before it circles back, landing again to peck at his sleeve to express its displeasure. Thatch ignores it, because he's fuming.

So apparently all of his and Koala's secret debates over whether Marco intentionally proposed or not were for naught, because here's the fucking evidence. And it comes from Izo of all people, because Thatch would recognize that lopsided handwriting anywhere (the man insists that his handwriting is beautiful in his native language of Wano, but he never quite got used to writing any other way).

And well, if Izo, an unrelated third party but professional snooper knows, then Marco himself must know.

And apparently, they're already planning a wedding.

Thatch feels like an idiot. He'd been defending Marco against Koala, and the lil Revolutionary was a tough opponent, one he'd had to chase out of the kitchen with a ladle more than once when he was tired of her word games. Thatch had insisted, like a fool, that no Marco's not that kind of guy, he really isn't the type to play with people's emotions, he would never propose for a joke, nor would he do it seriously without good reason. It must all be an accident, a little misunderstanding, Marco was just ignorant like Thatch himself was!

Except, apparently he did know and it wasn't an accident, and now Thatch feels completely lost because he doesn't know what Marco's thinking at all. Marco, who's not just his his first friend on the Moby, but arguably his best friend; Marco, his brother over several decades; Marco, who Thatch thought he knew better than anyone, except perhaps Pops himself...

Thatch's also pissed, because if Marco wants to start drama after they all reunite and he's introduced to Luffy, that's one thing (not that that would be great either). But right now, they're still near the beginning of Paradise with almost half the circumference of the world to go until even the halfway point, and Marco is WAY on the other side of the Red Line. If this ship explodes in flames or whatever that batshit Revolutionary brother might do, Mister First Division Commander is completely unaffected, but there are plenty of innocents here (like hello! Thatch!) who would find that pretty devastating.

Also, Thatch was the one who passed on that gift to Luffy! Even if he didn't know what it meant at the time...doesn't that make Thatch complicit? And even if not, Marco's strongest connection here is clearly Thatch. If Marco's actions cause chaos, then the blame and responsibility to clean up the mess naturally falls upon Thatch. Which, he definitely did not sign up for.

Pops, Thatch thinks miserably, I thought I was supposed to show them they can depend on us Whitebeards, NOT that us Whitebeards will fuck shit up for them...

But more than anything, there's a shocking large part of Thatch that absolutely balks at just the idea of Luffy getting married. And it's shocking because Thatch shouldn't feel this upset.

Marco, for all the complaints Thatch wants to hurl at him at the moment, is still a really great guy. A guy who, in literally any other situation, Thatch would be the first in line to enthusiastically encourage, and also to congratulate.

And sure, Thatch knows he has a crush, and his little Seastar's carving out a larger home for herself in his heart by the day, but--Thatch admittedly has crushes a lot. Sure, this one feels different, but...Marco, to his knowledge, has never had a romantic crush. He only sometimes but very rarely even has a night out, and Thatch doesn't think he's ever held a relationship longer than three encounters. He's always so serious, so diligent, so sincerely and whole-heartedly dedicated to Pops and his family. He almost never does anything selfish for himself, and Thatch would know.

If, for whatever reason, Marco is genuinely serious about Luffy...then Thatch should, and would, step to the side, regardless of personal feelings. If this is the path Marco wants, then he deserves it, and Thatch will always be the first to say it, no matter how craptastic the circumstances. And Thatch knows that Marco would give his bride the world.

Without them even having met, Thatch doesn't doubt for a second that Marco would make Luffy happy, till the end of her days.

The fact that Thatch knows all this, yet still feels near unbearable reluctance...says more than he's willing to admit.

And so he decides to avoid thinking about the most obvious reason (his own feelings), and instead contemplates his second very compelling reason: Ace.

His littlest brother isn't so great at being honest with himself, and never has. But this, Thatch feels, isn't just a matter of denial.

The boy literally has no clue.

Oh sure, Ace knows he loves his little brother. He makes sure everyone else knows it too, both here on the Merry and back on the Moby once he opened up enough to talk to people. He's so damn proud of her, yet also concerned for her, while also trusting her with his life and more. It's clear to anyone who sees them together that he absolutely adores her.

But it's more than that, isn't it, Thatch thinks. It's in the little gestures, the way Ace raises his arm up without looking at her and she slides under it, also without needing to look at him. It's the casual way they lace their fingers together, like it's nothing, when they're snoozing out on the deck. It's the way sometimes they have unspoken conversations, just staring into each others eyes, before moving forward in synch to meet in the middle to bump their foreheads together in some secret mutual understanding.

It's the reason why Sanji, for all his extravagant flirting, knows when to shut up and return to being a normal human (and, Thatch grudgingly admits, this applies to himself too). It's why Zoro never lets his gaze linger more than two seconds longer than it needs to (but he'll always take those two seconds), why Nami always looks like she wants to sit closer but doesn't, why Koala hasn't said anything when she's probably usually a much more proactive flirter.

Everyone on their crew can see it, except the two in question.

Ace, Thatch thinks, heaving a huge sigh as he looks down at the crumpled note from Izo in his palm. Little brother, you are so fucking in love.

It might not necessarily be romantically. It's certainly not particularly sexually, if Ace's lack of reaction to Lu's aggressive physical smothering is any indication. It could very possibly be platonically.

But either way, there's no room for Sanji, nor Zoro, nor the girls, nor even Thatch himself...at least, until those two figure that out.

Until then, everyone aboard the Merry is here because they love and respect their captains. No one would dare encroach on something so special, yet so potentially immature, not yet ready to be dragged out to be recognized.

Thatch knows Ace has known Luffy for years, he practically raised her. But he was also away at sea for three years. Luffy was a child when he left; she's an adult now.

Thatch once asked him if she had changed at all since he last saw her (Ace most certainly had, according to Deuce). And Ace looked blank, then horribly confused, before saying No...but also, yeah, I guess. Thatch understands; Ace isn't used to not knowing something about Luffy. And something...something had changed.

That something might very well be the thing that needs to be figured out. And for that, Ace hasn't had much time yet, since reuniting with Luffy. Only as much time as the rest of them, in fact. And they deserve time to figure that out, and as the two captains' loving crew, the ASL pirates have an unsaid agreement to watch over them...at least until they have.

(After that, Thatch thinks grimly, it might be open game.)

But of course, there's also the question of Luffy herself, and as much as she's the heart of the ASL Pirates, she's also an enigma. Thatch, for all that he adores her and honestly wants more with her, genuinely has a hard time imagining her as anything but clueless as someone's romantic partner (he's carefully not thinking about anything sexual). It very well may be that the whole "figuring out" that she and Ace have to do...ends up being nothing. And that's fine as well.

Either way, as much as Thatch loves him, there's no way that any of them here on board the Merry will stand to let Marco shatter this delicate...whatever it is that's going on between their captains, that the rest of them are so patiently respecting. Even if it ends up continuing indefinitely.

As strained as it can feel at times, they're comfortable like this. There's the little spark of joy when Seastar gives him a little extra attention, a little burn when Sanji kisses her hand, but comfort in the stability that no one will go any further. If anything it's a nice little spice to their daily lives, just the right amount, and not enough ruin the dish so to speak. This is fine.

Except, that there's just one teeny little problem...

"What did the blue gull bring you today, Commander?"

Thatch doesn't jump, because he's not an amateur and did realize that the Revolutionary was approaching, but perhaps later than he should have. Damn the kid's good at hiding his presence, and Thatch wonders if he'd have noticed at all if Sabo was being serious.

"Just a stupid request from a stupid brother," Thatch says cheerfully as he turns around to face Sabo. The boy isn't even trying to hide his curiosity, his gaze pinned to Thatch's hand.

Thatch contemplates chucking the letter into the sea, but then he realizes he isn't sure Sabo wouldn't just dive after it, and as a devil fruit user, Thatch wouldn't be able to stop him from reading it underwater.

So he casually uncurls his fingers, watches Sabo visibly perk up--before Thatch opens a black hole in his palm, letting the crumpled paper get sucked into the void.

(Perhaps he should be using his power as more than a secure second dimension pocket expansion, but hey, so far it hasn't been so helpful in the kitchen.)

Sabo sags and sulks, rather cutely, Thatch thinks. "You coulda let me see it," he pouts, looking up at Thatch with an expression uncannily like Luffy's. Fuck.

"Collecting intel, Chief?" Thatch winks, expertly hiding his horror that for a moment, he'd actually been tempted. Little sneak.

"Perhaps." Something slightly manic enters his gaze, and alright, that's nothing like Seastar, not so cute after all...

"Nice try, but it's a personal family thing, can't really share," Thatch says, and it's not really a lie.

Sabo grunts, letting it go, before his gaze flicks to the gull, who still has a beakful of Thatch's sleeve. "It waiting for something?"

Thatch sighs. "Yeah, yeah, my response, which I should probably give..." Because, right, Thatch needs to send a message back to the Moby, even if no, he isn't going to answer Izo's idiotic question.

Which, is actually a fine excuse to extract himself from this situation.

"So, sorry, the response also is personal, hope you don't mind," Thatch nods, and Sabo easily opens the way for him--which, Thatch belatedly realizes, he'd actually been blocking. Scary, little Chief, scary...

"Sorry, didn't mean to pry." Sabo sounds genuinely apologetic, and tips his hat at Thatch as he passes by, and Thatch inwardly heaves a massive sigh of relief. "I'm working on it, but I know I can get a little...pushy, when it comes to things that involve my baby brother."

Thatch continues to walk away.

But inside...

Oh. Yikes, he thinks.

Thatch is in the privacy of the currently empty men's sleeping room beneath the deck, and has just finished writing and giving instructions and bribes to the gull when the hatch creaks open.

"Thatch, we're in trouble," Koala announces as she stomps down the stairs, making her sneaky opening of the door rather pointless.

"I noticed," Thatch says dryly.

Koala pales. "He didn't break any of your toes, did he?!"

"What."

"Well, you're a cook, you make food Luffy likes with your hands," Koala shrugs. "Just wanted to make sure."

"What the fuck."

"I don't think he will! You're Luffy and Ace's crew, and you're a Whitebeard pirate, but..."

Thatch groans. "I already thought your Chief might be trouble, but holy shit I didn't know he was that batshit."

"He might not be!" Koala sounds defensive, but it's not particularly comforting. "He's usually reasonable, kind of, but since his memories came back..."

Thatch throws up his arms. "So, how'd he get it out of you?"

Koala flushes. "I didn't say anything!"

"Sure."

"It's not my fault that Sabo's a damn--!"

There's a loud knock, before the hatch flings open, and Ace pops his head in. "Hey Thatch! What's for snack--"

"NOT AGAIN!" Koala cries.

At the same time, Thatch shouts, "IN A SECOND!"

Either way, the hatch slams shut with a, "SORRY!"

Thatch and Koala stare at each other with their hearts beating uncomfortably rapidly.

They slowly heave a slow sigh of relief as the tension drains.

"I really need to apologize to Ace," Thatch mutters.

"I really need to work on my Observation Haki," Koala groans.

"HEY THATCH, I WANT A SNACK," Luffy shouts, and Thatch and Koala's heads whip around in horror, only to sag with relief at seeing that Luffy's not in the room, but only for a second--

--because after that second, a mermaid's crashing through the hatch, ripping it from its hinges as she slams, hatch and all, into Thatch's chest.

The room fills with dust and debris, and there are shouts outside.

Koala gingerly peers into the wreckage where Thatch is now buried in the wall, a terrified blue gull perched on her shoulders peering alongside her, its claws digging through the fabric of her shirt.

"We're fine," Thatch coughs, peering down to make sure he'd successfully caught and shielded Luffy from damage, even as he peels himself from the wood. Luffy seems unharmed, though her eyes are wide; she clearly hadn't expected to do quite this much.

"...Armament?" Koala asks, noticing how the back of Thatch's hair is black from where it's fanned around him.

"Armament," Thatch agrees, keeping the entire back of his body coated until he's safely pulled himself and Luffy, still in his arms, away from any sharp wood.

"Sorry, Thatch," Luffy says, not particularly apologetic, if anything sort of curious. She peels herself back from his chest, scritching her cheek while looking down at what was once the hatch to the mens room that had shattered between them. She then reaches back to tug at Thatch's black locks, and oohs when they fade back to auburn.

"No worries, just make sure to make it up to Deuce and Usopp when they have to fix this," Thatch sighs, before grinning, letting his arms fall away from Luffy once he knows she has a secure grip on his shoulders. He then begins carding his fingers through her hair to make sure no splinters got in, and likewise dusting off the front of her vest, taking care not to let his touch linger. Luffy nods frantic agreement, more like rubs her head into his palm, and Thatch feels his heart skip a beat.

Koala sighs.

"Hey Thatch, what's this?"

Thatch blinks, then inwardly curses.

Luffy's holding Izo's crumpled piece of paper. His control of his power's still shoddy, and it must have accidentally spat it back out in the commotion.

Please, don't be able to read that, he prays. He luckily doesn't have much confidence in Luffy's reading abilities.

"It says 'what are her three sizes.' What are those?"

In the background, Koala slowly raises her fist.

A few days later, Marco's scouting when a blue gull rapidly approaches him.

Delivery! it squawks. Delivery for you, Boss, and don't show Izo! Don't show Izo! Don't show Izo or the bread man will be mad!

Thank you, noted, friend, Marco responds, and catches the note from Thatch in mid air.

The gull trills acknowledgement, then wheels away to rejoin its brethren, while Marco changes course for the nearest island, a safe forest haven in Pops's territory, still a ways away from the Moby. It's uninhabited, save for the wildlife, and it would be good to land once before returning home anyway.

Marco lands lightly on the tallest and oldest tree on the island, from where he can survey the island of pure greenery, and the endless blue stretching beyond. The branch he's chosen looks deceptively thin, but he already knows it can support his human weight, which is why he shifts, passing the note from his claw to his hand before completing his transformation.

Marco frowns. The other Commanders (and to be honest, the entire crew) have been acting a bit strange recently, but for Thatch, who isn't even on board with them, to also be in on it...

True, this may or may not be related to that at all. But still.

Marco feels like he's missing something.

Marco, Thatch's message starts, and Marco already knows it's going to be serious because it didn't start with a jibe at his appearance.

Marco, I think I'm actually serious about her. Thoughts, brother?

Her, meaning the Ace's little brother, the mermaid girl.

If Marco remembers correctly, in Thatch's first note back to him, he'd written, She's stolen my heart, I think I want to marry her.

Marco had assumed Thatch was joking at the time, or just light-heartedly flirting, as he always did. Marco's used to hearing Thatch spew these kinds of words, and he'd taken it to mean that the girl's exceptionally Thatch's type, but hadn't thought further.

The words had made him remember a little trinket he'd had stored in a chest at the back of his closet, one he'd received from an elderly couple on Fishman Island around two decades ago...

But that's not important now, Marco thinks, focussing on Thatch's message.

In all his years of flings and casual relationships and jokingly asking ladies (and some gents) Won't you marry me...Thatch has not once asked for Marco's opinion. He's certainly had plenty of opinions himself about whether someone would be a potential good match for Marco, which Marco always ignored. But Thatch has never asked Marco about matches for himself.

Thatch really is serious.

Marco finds himself slowly smiling. "Finally, you sap," he murmurs, though no one hears him but the other birds in the trees around him.

He knows he ought to think more about what to say, but the answer is so obvious that Marco takes Thatch's note, and carefully tears the paper so that his brother's words aren't damaged. Gently tucking Thatch's note into his pocket, Marco pulls out a pen for the remaining small blank strip of paper.

Shortly afterwards, two birds depart from the island, in opposite directions: one, a phoenix, wings burning cyan against the clear skies, and the other, a blue gull headed to Paradise.

Part 9, things start Moving as Sabo confronts Ace.

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gamerwoo · 5 years ago

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[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits (Part One)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)

Characters: Mingi x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fwb au, friends to lovers au, fluff, a lil bit of angst but it’s so tiny it’s fine

Word count: 1,774

Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.

a/n: so reader is written to be taller and to be not straight soooooo yeah just a heads up lmao

Tags: @sakura-uji @xummie

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By far, Mingi was the first in his pack to imprint. Hell, he imprinted before he even found his pack. And he couldn’t tell if it was insanely good luck or absolutely shitty luck that his mate was right by his side the whole time.

You had known Mingi since you could remember. He lived across the street from you when you were both growing up, and you would often go outside to play with him. Your parents and his parents basically raised you together as friends, and you were inseparable ever since. You couldn’t even remember a time you didn’t know Mingi.

It was no surprise you grew up to be more of a ‘one of the boys’ type person. You tagged along with Mingi all throughout elementary school and most of middle school. His friends were your friends, and vice versa. Really, the only time you weren’t with him was when you both decided to go out for the soccer team, and you found out that there were separate teams for boys and girls -- you stuck with the sport while Mingi quit after one season because he was only put on the team because they needed the numbers.

It was middle school that your parents were betting you and Mingi would become sweethearts because it was around that time that kids started realizing that the other gender wasn’t so awful. People your age were bragging about holding hands and having their first kisses, and you were too busy kicking Mingi’s ass at soccer to really pay much attention to any of that. But Mingi was starting to get pressured by some of the guys he was friends with at the time because he was the only one of them who hadn’t kissed a girl yet.

“What?” you snorted when he told you. “That’s a dumb thing to be worried about.”

“Aren’t you?” he wondered, sitting in the grass beside you at the edge of the soccer field.

“No,” you shrugged. “Well...I mean, some of the girls have been being kinda mean lately and saying it’ll never happen.”

“Why?”

“I’m not girly.”

Mingi nodded. He already knew there were some girls who picked on you for being more masculine sometimes -- you didn’t get into makeup when everyone did, you didn’t dress in the same clothing that was considered ‘trendy’ or whatever, and you had more male friends than female friends. It was something he thought was stupid to get teased for, but both of you knew you couldn’t do much about it. You’d come to terms with the fact that means girls were just mean girls for no reason. Besides, what did you care what they thought?

Mingi stared at his knees as he thought. He was a little unsure of the idea that popped into his head, but he knew he could say anything to you and you wouldn’t think any differently of him.

“Well...” he began slowly, unable to look at you because of the blush that was suddenly rushing to his cheeks, “we could always...kiss each other...?”

You whipped your head around to look at him, “What?”

“What?” he asked defensively, squinting against the sun to finally look at you. “It was just a suggestion!”

You shoved at his leg before pushing yourself to get up from the grass, “You’re my best friend, though. That would be weird.”

“Yeah, but people would leave us alone.”

“But you also told Jaehyun before that you’d rather lick the bathroom floor than kiss me.”

“Yeah, but people would leave us alone.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, “Look, if your friends are bothering you that much, why don’t you ask Kim Naeun to kiss you? She has a crush on you.”

That definitely got him to brighten up, “She does?!”

But of course, it didn’t last. And neither did the teasing. By the time you were in high school, you had changed a little, those around you had grown up a lot, and feelings had changed -- specifically when Mingi turned 15.

You were still into soccer and you were still a tomboy, but you had also decided you liked wearing eyeliner. You typically dressed in ripped jeans and beanies, but you now wore those clothes to fit your body better rather than choosing the baggiest clothing you could find. And at first, Mingi thought maybe that was the reason he was slowly starting to see you in a different light. And maybe that was it at first. But while things were a little different for you, they were really different for him.

It was some random day freshman year that Mingi shifted. The problem was that his pack was nowhere near close to finding him, and Mingi was also somewhat of an ‘early bloomer’ since most werewolves didn’t first shift until they were 16. So Mingi was left to his own devices to figure out how to calm himself down enough to shift back, and then get some answers.

He was missing for four days. Search parties were out looking for him, you were spamming his phone and every form of social media he had, and his parents across the street had never been so distressed. It was the first time ever that you didn’t have Mingi by your side, and truthfully, you were lost.

But then you got a call that he was back, and you told his parents you’d be right there. You ditched school and ran all the way to his house, knocking on the door and practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited for someone to open the door.

And there was Mingi.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, he felt the imprinting pull hit him like a truck. He’d never felt anything more than platonically for you -- well, other than the fact he might’ve been physically attracted to you before everything happened -- so the fact he suddenly felt this overwhelming romantic love for you was almost scary to him. It was like the world stopped and he gained tunnel vision where he only saw you. He wasn’t sure what it was, either, but he assumed it had something to do with whatever the hell was happening to him.

What he didn’t know was that you felt it, too. You just felt it at a smaller scale than he did. And maybe that was why tears welled in your eyes when you looked at him, because you were hit with how much you loved and cared for him, and you threw your arms around him and yelled at him to never scare you like that again.

And as he hesitantly and shakily put his arms around you, he mumbled, “I promise.”

Of course, Mingi did manage to find out he was a werewolf thanks to the internet. The websites he found seemed to be run by crazy people, only for him to realize that everything they said was true for him, at least. So when he read what imprinting was and what it meant, he realized that meant you were his soulmate; you were the person he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, there was just one teeny tiny issue...

You had a girlfriend now.

The summer between eighth grade and freshman year, you were a little confused about your sexuality and decided to explore some things. Ultimately, at the beginning of freshman year, you began dating a girl named Song Daehee who even Mingi got along really well with. So he couldn’t even be mad at your girlfriend for the situation because he liked her. The only thing he could be mad at was fate. But he knew you were meant to be with him, so he knew if he waited, you would come to him. So he waited.

And waited.

By the time you and Daehee broke up, you were already in college and he had found his pack -- who he introduced to you as his new friends from college, and you thought they were hilarious. And during that time that he was waiting, he had’t even told you what he really was. He never explained what happened when he ran away when he was fifteen, and he told his pack they couldn’t tell you anything, either.

“But she’s your best friend,” San had stated when Mingi first told them -- despite not being the youngest, he was the last to be added to the pack. “Why wouldn’t you want to tell her?”

“Do you tell all of your friends?” he quipped.

“But she’s your mate,” Seonghwa pointed out.

Honestly, at this point, it seemed too late to tell you. It had been so long since he ran away before that he wasn’t sure when or how to tell you now. He’d known for so long, so wouldn’t you be mad that he never told you? Not only that, but would you think any less of him? He was never afraid to say anything to you, but now he was so unsure of everything. He was some mythical monster now.

That fear hung onto him all the way up until now. The two of you were still friends, he was still tall, and while you didn’t play soccer for school anymore, it was something the two of you still often did in his backyard despite the fact he never got any better than he did in sixth grade. You were taller, you still never wore skirts or dresses, and you had perfected your eyeliner technique but didn’t really wear any more makeup than you used to.

And still, from that day he came home when he was 15, Mingi seemed to fall more and more in love with you. He loved how you always wore backwards baseball caps, and how you still made strange decisions without completely thinking them through -- like when you shaved half your head before high school graduation, or when you got your tongue pierced just to take the piercing out a week later because it gave you a lisp. He loved how you had slowly found yourself and he had gotten to see all of it ever since you two were kids. He loved how you were unapologetically yourself, and he loved that he had you as his best friend even if sometimes that hurt him.

What he didn’t really love, though, was that after all these years of loving you, you were still oblivious to everything.

So some things had changed, but most things hadn’t.

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dancethroughthethunder · 4 years ago

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A Little Gryffindor Courage

Word Count: A little under 4.6k

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

Request: “Hi! Can you please do a young Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw! reader where she smells amortentia for slughorns class and she smells chocolate and panics bc woah, Remus likes chocolate! And he smells her scent (whatever you decide) in his own and gets the marauders go help set them both up? Tysm!!”

Authors Note: Am I using the “Marlene, Dorcas, Lily and Reader as girl group parallel to the Marauders just because four people get sat at a table in my brain”? You bet I am. Also, fem!reader as the request specified pronouns! This is my first request and I’m super excited to write it. I made the reader smell like lilacs because that’s what I smell like and it’s the first scent that came to mind lol. Reader smells more than just chocolate in the Amortentia bc I firmly believe it’s about more than romantic love. So I’ll say it now, only the third and final smell for Reader is meant to be romantic. I’m a sucker for an amortentia fic and a young!Remus so this is the perfect first request- it’s like you picked my brain to come up with it. I hope you like it! Xoxo (tagging @ragnarachael bc I promised her I would)

Summary: Sixth year students Remus Lupin and Y/N L/N have been good friends and potions partners for a while. One day, Professor Slughorn decides to switch up the pairs and you find yourself partnered with your dear friend Lily Evans while you study and make Amortentia. What happens when you find yourself smelling chocolate? Some teasing from Lily, and a push in the right direction from your friends help you and Remus figure out that there might be more than just friendly feelings between the two of you.

Warnings: If you count some terrible puns as a warning, then there’s that.

“Hey pretty lady, can I walk you to your class?”

“Oh my, a suitor of my own. I can’t wait to tell mother.” Your best friend Lily Evans giggled as she turned around to see you standing behind her, hand extended to her.

“Oi L/N, you make a better James than James.” Sirius yelled out from down the table as you watched Peter duck so James could have the perfect line or sight to toss a piece of cereal at his best friend.

“Good morning boys.” You waved, laughing as Lily took your hand and began to walk with you away from the Gryffindor table and out of the Great Hall to go to your first lesson, Potions.

You loved having Potions first thing in the day, and certainly not because of your professor. Sure Slughorn meant well but there was only so much fawning he could do over you and your best friends before you were practically begging for Professor McGonagall’s tough no nonsense attitude. No, you liked Potions because it meant you got to start your day with your best friends, as Ravenclaw and Gryffindor shared the class together.

The second you left the Great Hall, you were joined by Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene McKinnon, the other half of your friend group. You supposed people thought it was strange that your closest friends were in a different house, but hey houses are about the qualities you espouse and hold dear, not a binding group of exclusive friends that you can’t stray beyond. The four of you made your way down to the dungeons while the three Gryffindors caught you up on the nighttime shenanigans the Marauders had been up to since you saw them last.

Walking into the classroom, you saw a note on the front board telling you that Professor Slughorn would be late and to divide into the pairs up on the board. Huh, that’s weird, you thought, Slughorn usually keeps the same partners. Well, I hope my new one is as good as my current one. You scanned the board to find your name and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that luckily you were paired with Lily. Okay, so maybe there were some benefits to being the teacher’s favorites.

“Aww poor Y/N/N, she won’t get to stare at her boy all class.” Marlene teased as her and Dorcas took their seats on the opposite sides of the table from you and Lily. Huh, me and Lil and Dorcas and Marls? Slughorn must be in a really good mood.

“Oh hush, Remus and I are friends okay, nothing more. You’re just projecting your love for Sirius onto me, Marlene McKinnon.” Marlene shrugged, smirking, but dropped the subject as the boys in question walked into the room.

“Sluggy, Lily, ladies, other members of the class.” James Potter came strolling into the classroom first, with a smirking Sirius Black, an amused looking Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin, lovingly rolling his eyes at his friend. James stopped to acknowledge Lily, then the rest of your table before turning to realize that your professor was nowhere to be seen.

“We’re supposed to be getting into the pairs listed on the board, and starting to brew Amortentia. But then again, those of us who can read already know that, Potter.” If it was anybody else you were sure the harsh comment would be enough for a jinx thrown behind their backs later, but with Lily and James it was just par for the course.

You went to the storage cupboard to get the ingredients you needed, while Lily was setting up your cauldron with the proper equipment you would need to make the potion.

“Good morning, Y/N.” You heard the familiar voice of your typical potions partner and turned around to find Remus Lupin standing behind you, waiting to grab his own ingredients.

“Morning, Remus. I have to say, as glad as I am that it’s Lil, I’m going to miss my favorite potions partner”. You teasingly bumped his hip with your own as you said this, your arms full of potions ingredients.

“Don’t let Lily hear you say that I’m your favorite, not her, she’ll kick both of our arses.”

“Oh Remus, who said I was talking about you?” You giggled as you ducked under his arm to head back to your table.

“I’m wounded, truly.” Remus smirked at you as you tried to hide the blush that was undoubtedly creeping up your face.

“Somehow I think you’ll survive, Rem.” You quickly walked away before Marlene or the girls could notice the interaction and tease you even further about it.

You walked back over to your table, trying not to look back at the tall boy that had captured your attention. As much as you liked Remus, you weren’t going to say anything. Sometimes you thought he was flirting with you, but you were sure that you were reading into it. Besides, with best friends like James, Sirius and Peter, there was no way he could possibly like you without the three of them turning it into a spectacle a la Lily and James.

Sometime later, Professor Slughorn had appeared, apologizing for his absence and mumbling something about a group of first and second years that had needed a big enough disciplinary meeting that included him as their Head of House, and the Headmaster. You barely paused to register what he was saying as you continued focusing your attention on brewing your, fairly complicated potion. Soon enough, the liquid in your cauldron was taking on a mother-of-pearl shine as steam came piling out of it. You wiped your hand over the back of your forehead, to hopefully reduce the bit of sweat that was appearing as everyone’s potions were giving off hot steam.

“Hey, Marlene?”

“Yes, Dorcas?”

“I wonder what exactly a tall, sandy haired Gryffindor prefect smells like?” You looked up from your potion and groaned as your two best friends on the other side of the table exchanged wicked grins, that you knew meant trouble.

“Well you know Dor, I bet there’s one way to find out.”

“Just ask Y/N/N what her Amortentia smells like.” Dorcas and Marlene finished together as Lily laughed and you groaned.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a similar discussion occurring over at the Marauders table.

“Hey James, how many galleons do you want to put on a bet that whatever Y/N smells like, our Moony here smells in his potion?”

“It’s lilacs!” Peter excitedly claimed.

“What?” His three best friends turned, faces screwed up in confusion, to stare at him.

“What Y/N smells like? She smells like lilacs.” Peter smiled as he offered this information.

“Now how in Merlin’s name do you know that Pete?” Sirius turned to look from Peter to you, back to Peter with one eyebrow raised.

“That Hogsmeade weekend when she was sick and couldn’t go, she asked me to pick up some more of her soap for her, don’t you remember?”

“No Pete literally nobody remembers that, and loverboy, do you feel like you’ve got competition now?”

“Don’t be a hippogriff’s left nut James, you two probably just had detention that day. And regardless, anyone could tell you that she smells like lilacs.”

“Again, no, nobody just knows that off the top of their head. Unless they’re Peter or they’re in love.”

Before either you or Remus could give some sort of (honestly well deserved) snarky remark to your respective friend groups, Professor Slughorn called the class to attention and began to wax poetic about Amortentia.

“Ahh Amortentia. The strongest love potion in the world, but I’m sure you all know that from the chapter. It smells different to each person, depending on that which attracts them. Some people smell purely based on the romantic love in their life, but for many of us, Amortentia’s smell reminds us of love both familial and romantic, platonic and intimate. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, maybe love is in the nose of the potion maker.” Slughorn paused here to chuckle, with one hand on his stomach and the other rested on his desk, clearly incredibly amused by himself.

As badly as you wanted to keep a straight face and not encourage the man from any further attempts at humor, you couldn’t stop the laugh escaping from your mouth. Before you had a chance to cover your mouth with your hand, Remus turned around and the two of you shared eye contact and a smile that Lily (who was of course, observing) would swear had nothing to do with the joke you were both unsuccessfully trying not to laugh at. That was one thing you liked about having Remus as a potions partner, you had similar senses of humor and he wasn’t afraid to laugh at a professor’s bad jokes with you. Unfortunately, Professor Slughorn caught the eye contact between you two and decided that you were the perfect person to pick on as the next, and final, part of the lesson.

“Now, class, as we can see Miss Evans and Miss L/N’s potion is absolutely marvellous, see the mother of pearl sheen? The spirals of steam? I can see that not all of you had as much luck, so after we have Miss L/N demonstrate for us how to properly smell the potion and describe for us what she smells, I want you all to come over here and smell their potion. Then you may pack up for the day. Remember, I want a foot of parchment on Amortentia and you will not receive complete marks unless I see you smell this potion and you make mention of your specific type of scent in your essay. Have a good day, I’ll be at my desk to observe if you have any questions. But first, Miss L/N?”

You were hoping he’d forget. But, he didn’t. What a man, forgets when you need him to remember and remembers when you need him to forget. Oh well, at least he means well. You tucked your hair behind your ears so as to not get any of it in the potion and leaned forward to inhale just a little bit of the steam to be able to smell your potion.

“Well, go on girl, tell us what you smell.”

As you breathed in, the first thing you noticed was the indescribable scent that you knew without hesitation, “It smells like my grandmother’s kitchen. If I could describe happiness and childhood in a scent it would be this.” You sighed contentedly as you continued describing the scent of your potion, “and something.. Comforting, clean, but I can’t totally tell. Oh, Lil can you move away for a moment?”

As Lily moved to the other side of the table, you realize that you can still smell what is just so fundamentally Lily. “Well that makes sense, the next scent is my best friend. It’s you, Lil.” You smiled at her as you tried to hone in on the third and final discernible scent in your potion.

“Anything else Miss L/N?” You sensed that Slughorn could tell you weren’t quite done with your potion.

“It’s… hmm I mean it’s sweet but not like a pudding. I think it’s, yes it’s chocolate.” You were so focused on your potion that you didn’t see the way that Remus froze in his chair, eyes on you while Sirius was (not subtly at all) tapping Remus on the knee under the table, as if to say “Hey Remus that’s you in case you didn’t know, that friend of ours that you’ve fancied for years smelled you and you’re chocolate”. You know, the way an excited puppy might hit you with its wagging tail.

But you didn’t notice, you were too busy trying to think through who you associated with the smell of chocolate because smelling Remus? Certainly not, how fanciful and romantic- you didn’t have time to be a hopeless romantic. No, there had to be some other explanation than the boy who you knew always had chocolate for a friend in need and who threatened to die Sirius’ beloved hair if he stole his last bar of chocolate one more time. It couldn’t be Remus, who always let Lily raid his chocolate stash for you when he knew it was your time of the month, Remus for whom you made sure to return the favor (what? You were a Ravenclaw for Rowena’s sake, it wasn’t like you hadn’t put two and two together, I mean really it didn’t take a potions master to figure out why his friends called him Moony). Nope, there was another explanation and that was that.

While you were typically to dispose of your own potion and clean up your workstation, Professor Slughorn allowed you and Lily to be the first to leave class and have someone else (likely him) clean up your area, that way everyone else could use your perfect potion to find their own smell. You and Lily grabbed your bags and books, told Marlene and Dorcas you’d meet them in the courtyard and headed out of the classroom.

As you made your way to the courtyard, Remus was taking his time clearing his own cauldron, hoping that if he went slowly enough his friends would give up and go smell the Amortentia without him. He could have smelled his own except Peter accidentally bumped his arm while he was pouring one of his ingredients into his cauldron. While Peter apologized profusely, Remus didn’t mind; it was one of the most advanced potions they had attempted so far and it was likely that a mistake would be made somewhere along the way. Regardless, Remus wasn’t necessarily afraid of what he might smell, he was afraid of admitting it to his friends.

“Cmon Moons, time to go find out what gives you a nose boner…. A noner”

“Sirius, do you hear the things that come out of your mouth?” Being best friends with James and Sirius, one might think that they would cease finding things surprising. They would be wrong.

“Nope, it’s a surprise to me as well, more fun that way. Let’s go!” Before Remus could protest or find something else to occupy his time and attention, Sirius had grabbed his one arm, James the other and Peter was standing behind him making sure that he had no choice but to move forward towards the cauldron.

The three boys shoved Remus so hard he nearly went head first into the cauldron, a little too excited to see what the potion would reveal. When the tall blonde boy softened, and the corners of his mouth turned up instinctively at the first smell of the potion, the boys knew that look meant one thing and one thing alone: lilacs.

Remus would deny it (“Denial is a hell of a drug, my wolfy little friend”) but he had a Y/N face. James could put a bell around your neck and it still wouldn’t be as reliable as Remus’ face to notify others that you had entered a room. Then again, as he’d remind his friends, unless you’re carrying a mirror around everywhere, one can never really know what the nuances of their different facial expressions can look like. Regardless, the Y/N face never lies, and without having to ask, the Marauders knew that the potion had confirmed what everyone with a pair of eyes knew, that you and Remus both fancied each other deeply enough to impact the smell of your Amortentia. As Remus began to straighten up, the three boys exchanged looks and knew that they needed to do something to help the two of you figure out how to express your feelings before someone in your respective friend groups just put it in a Howler for the entire Great Hall to hear.

As you went on with the rest of your day, completely unaware of what (or perhaps more accurately, who) Remus smelled in his Amortentia, your friends realized that the Marauders were up to something. After Potions, you didn’t have another class with Gryffindors for the rest of that particular day so until dinnertime (you liked to spend lunch with your fellow Ravenclaws) you wouldn’t have a really good chance to catch up with any of them. That left the Marauders free to scheme and your friends free to try and find out what their favorite trouble makers were up to.

“Alright Pettigrew, tell us what’s going on.” Lily Evans walked up to Peter Pettigrew who, instead of using his break to go into the courtyard or even the library, was standing outside the very same potions classroom they were in that morning.

“What? Erm, nothing really… what’s… going on with you?” Peter looked around nervously wondering why now of all times, it was his turn to be the lookout. They should have known better than to come up with a plan regarding Y/N without bringing Marlene, Lily, and Dorcas in on it.

“Come on Peter, you can’t think we’re that stupid. Now where are the other three? And what trouble are you getting into?”

“My sweet Lilyflower.” The three girls jumped as Sirius appeared behind them, having snuck up behind them silently.

“Ugh, Sirius. Come on, we know you’re up to something and I don’t have time for another one of Potter’s proposals.” Lily rolled her eyes, while Marlene and Dorcas laughed.

“Now now Lilypad, you’re not the flower we’re concerned with today. We’re on more of a… lilac kick today.” Sirius smirked, feeling so clever as he said this.

“So it has to do with Y/N?” Marlene’s eyes lit up as she started to put the pieces together.

“What? Erm, what?”

“Everyone knows she smells like lilacs, she’s always getting more lilac soap and perfume when we go into Hogsmeade.” Dorcas rolled her eyes as Sirius looked around, clearly not expecting that answer.

“Huh, Remus was right, everyone knows that.” Before Sirius could answer, the door behind Peter opened and James came out of the classroom.

“Okay, we take it back Pete, maybe that is something everyone knows.” Peter smiled triumphantly as Sirius shrugged. “Anyways, follow us ladies.” The six students walked up towards the Gryffindor common room together, as the boys filled the girls in on their plan for dinner.

Dinnertime arrived and you walked into the Great Hall, surprised to find that none of your friends were at the Gryffindor table. You quickly scanned the other three tables, taking extra time when looking at the Ravenclaw table, in case they decided to switch things up and were waiting for you at a different table tonight. You even glanced over at the Slytherin table, knowing that the chance of them being there was greater than the chance of you suddenly owning all the gold in Gringotts.

Suddenly there was an arm around your shoulder, and Sirius was by your side. “M’lady, would you care to join me for dinner?”

“Oh well of course good sir”. You laughed as you allowed Sirius to steer you towards the Gryffindor table. You sat down next to him and saw James, Marlene, Peter, and Dorcas all walking in together, talking as they made their way over to you and Sirius at the table. You started to pour yourself a glass of pumpkin juice when you realized that your friends were definitely up to something. The girls acting this cozy with the boys? All while wearing mischievous smiles on their faces and staring at you? Yep, something was definitely going on. You wondered if it had anything to do with Lily and Remus’ absences and wondered for a moment if that meant James was planning another elaborate show of love for Lily with Remus acting as the distraction.

“Alright, you lot are up to no good, what is it this time?” You did your best impression of Professor McGonagall, making Dorcas, Marlene, and Peter burst out in laughter and earning impressed smirks from Sirius and James.

“My dear, wonderful, talented potion maker Y/N/N, could you kindly identify this potion for us?” James pulled a vial out of his pocket, took off the lid and handed it to you. Even if you hadn’t noticed the distinct coloring, the immediate smell of chocolate and Lily’s fresh linens hit you and you knew that somehow your friends had gotten ahold of their own bit of Amortentia.

“Guys, you can’t be serious? You can’t give someone Amortentia, that’s incredibly unethical and not to mention-”

“Don’t worry my wise little friend, we aren’t dosing anyone. But, you can confirm this is Amortentia?” Sirius smirked at you while taking the vial out of your hands, all the while leaving the cap off.

“Yes of course, how did you get it? What are you doing with it?”

“Never mind that, and just wait and see.” Sirius said as Marlene leaned into your ear to whisper (“nicked it from Sluggy’s office earlier”).

At that exact moment, Lily and Remus came up to the table, deep in discussion. “Hey everyone.” Remus smiled at you as he greeted everyone.

“Here, mate. You can take my seat and I’ll move over- woah, sorry Moons.” In his attempt to stand up and allow Remus to swap spots with him, Sirius slipped and managed to pour the entire vial of Amortentia down Remus’ robes. Before anyone could offer him a napkin to wipe it off the Muggle way, or could get their wand out for a quick Scourgify, Remus started laughing.

“Merlin, Sirius, it really wasn’t that important for you to prove. We get it, you don’t know that Y/N usually smells like lilacs, you didn’t need to go out and nick her perfume to prove that the rest of us recognize it.” Remus continued laughing as your jaw dropped.

All of a sudden, it made sense. As the pieces fell together, you realized why Sirius had stolen the Amortentia from Slughorn’s office and why ¾ of the Marauders were conspiring with your friends. You quickly realized that the reason no one was quick to help clean up the mess was because unlike you, they knew it was coming and wanted to make sure that Remus would identify your scent before it was gone. You also figured that the reason Lily came late was to distract and slow down Remus so everyone else could have time to have you identify the potion, and that Sirius’ spill was as purposeful as him initially taking the seat next to you. Not for the first time that day, you knew that Remus unknowingly caused you to both smile, and blush while trying to hide both.

“I suddenly remembered that I need to ask my girl Minnie McG about Quidditch and that I need Sirius, Peter, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas with me for moral support.” James jumped up from the table, and after a nod from Sirius, the rest of your friends stood up and quickly headed towards the front of the room.

“All of them? That’s so odd. Y/N, your perfume is rather lovely as always, but would you mind passing me a napkin?” Remus awkwardly brought his hand up to scratch behind his ear as he sat down across from you, waiting for an explanation and a napkin. You instead got your wand out and muttered a quick scourgify, handing Remus a glass of pumpkin juice instead.

“Erm, Remus.”

Before you could say anything else, Remus (finally noticing the hesitation in your voice and amusement on your face) panicked that he had made you uncomfortable by recognizing your perfume, “Oh so earlier the boys and I were talking about our friends and Peter mentioned that he knew that you smelled like lilacs because of that one Hogsmeade trip and then-”

“Remus!” You reached across the table and placed your hand on his, hoping that you were guessing correctly in that your scent was romantically in his Amortentia, and that it wasn’t there just as a good friend.

“Yes?” This time, it was Remus’ turn to flush, and though his hand twitched nervously under yours, he didn’t dare move a muscle.

“That wasn’t my perfume Sirius spilled on you. It was, well, it was some leftover Amortentia from this morning. Wait, hey, wait, let me finish okay?” You smiled sweetly at him, knowing that his nerves had to be extreme right now. “Do you remember the third thing I smelled this morning? The chocolate? It’s you, of course it’s you Remus. I mean honestly, do you think I fancy the cashier at Honeydukes?” You winked at him, then took a deep breath.

“Listen, Rem, if I’ve got this all wrong and you smelled my perfume platonically like I smelled Lily, just say the world and we’ll never mention this again but, I fancy you, a lot. I figure that I know us both well enough to know that neither of us are really keen on being the one to make the first move. So I was wondering if I could borrow a little of your Gryffindor courage?”

Remus (who was displaying the strongest case of Y/N face in recorded history) nodded, happy but also curious to see where you were going with this. You smiled and took a breath to steady yourself as you lifted the hand that wasn’t currently on his and placed it lightly on the side of his face. If hearts could melt, yours would have been absolute liquid at the sight and sensation of Remus smiling and leaning into your hand. You slowly started to lean in, wanting to give him the opportunity to change his mind.

Finally, for the first time since he realized he fancied you all those years ago, Remus Lupin decided to do something about it and leaned in to meet you halfway. Remus turned the hand on the table upwards, so as to hold your hand properly while kissing you and you smiled into the kiss thinking that if Gryffindor courage meant getting to kiss Remus like this, you might talk to Dumbledore about a house transfer.

As you pulled away, you heard a noise behind you and turned around to find Professor McGonagall staring at the two of you, as you both blushed but remained holding hands.

“Miss L/N, Mr. Lupin, I assume I don’t have to remind you that public displays of affection need not occur in the Great Hall?” McGonagall tilted her head and spoke sternly, and before you could apologize, Sirius and James came quite literally running up to the three of you.

“Minnie, it’s young love!! You can’t deny them that!” Sirius yelled as James dramatically pretended to cry, hand clutched to his chest.

“Oh pull yourselves together boys, and get on with dinner.” As soon as Minerva McGonagall turned away from you, she could no longer keep a smile from creeping onto her face. She was ready to collect her galleons from Pomona Sprout about which of the two of you would make a move first (she counted your declaration as a move as the kiss was mutual), and could later be heard laughing over pudding “Well of course, I wasn’t going to deny them that, I mean did they see me revoking house points? No, but I can’t let them know we approve, Albus, it takes away half the fun”).

#remus lupin x reader #young!remus lupin #young!remus lupin x reader #marauders era #remus lupin x you #meg gets requests #my writing #in which meg writes

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sometimeswritingsometimesdying · 5 years ago

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Parents

A/N: So, i swear i posted this, but i cannot find it for the life of me, so here we are, bc i may have never posted this, but i really like how it turned out

Warnings: it’s just fluff with a lil’ angst

pairings: parents logicality, and platonic prinxiety (but it can be seen as romantic)

“What about your parents?” Virgil tilted his head and looked at Roman curiously, the show on his computer now forgotten.

“What about my parents?” He asked. Roman waved his hands around in a generic way.

“You know, are they nice? Overprotective? Overly sweet? Gotta prepare myself.” Virgil chuckled and thought for a second.

“Well, Pa is really nice. He always bakes cookies and helps me out with anxiety and such. He also loves hugs, so he’ll probably want to hug you a lot.” Roman raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry though, he’s like that to all my friends.” Roman laughed and took a handful of popcorn from the bowl between them.

“What about your mom?”

“Oh, I don’t have a mom.” Roman’s face turned sad and pitiful almost immediately.

“Oh, uh, sorry… I didn’t, you know…” Roman rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Virgil looked at him and barely contained his laugh. Roman looked back at him in disbelief. “Hey, I’m trying to apologize!”

“My mom’s not dead, dumbass. I have two dads.” Virgil responded, while shaking his head.

“Ooooh, okay.” Roman said, relief evident in his voice. “Anyway, what’s your other dad like?”

Virgil thought for a moment. This is harder than I thought. “Well, he and Pa got married after Pa adopted me, so he’s still trying to show that he has, and I quote directly here,” Virgil cleared his throat and put on his best imitation of Logan’s voice. “A deep regard for you as well, Virgil.”

They both laughed.

“But, well, he tries to be vocal about it, and it sort of hurts to see him try so hard.” Virgil said. “From what I understand, he’s always had trouble expressing his feelings towards others.” Well, unless that feeling is sass, he thought. He sucked in a shaky breath. “I just wish he knew that me and Pa love him, even if we- I don’t say it.”

Roman looked at him silently for a while, mostly because he wasn’t sure what to say. He hadn’t expected an in depth conversation about love and family. But maybe that’s what he should have expected. It was Virgil after all.

He looked back out the window, and felt the usual summer breeze sweep through his hair. When he was younger he used to think big romantic gestures were always what would win people over. With time, he learned that wasn’t always true. It didn’t mean he shouldn’t do big romantic gestures, it meant he could do smaller ones, too. It meant serenading someone under the stars and still enjoying the quiet nights in each others arms. It meant dancing with someone around the kitchen and sharing lovesick gazes. It meant loving someone enough to be able to enjoy simple moments. Because that was love in its simplest form, even if love is never simple.

“Ma always said love was an understood thing.” He shrugged and looked back at Virgil. “She said that it doesn’t have to be said out loud if you really love someone, and that love is teaching others exactly that. It doesn’t have to be said.” He smiled softly. “With time your dad will learn that.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“Wow Princey. Never would have expected something like that from you of all people.” Roman swatted his shoulder while Virgil snickered quietly. He may not have shown it, but he was grateful for Roman’s words. Having someone else tell you their own story when yours seems all over the place creates a bit of order. Or maybe it makes things messier. Depends.

He looked down at the now empty bowl of popcorn and stood up to head to the kitchen to get more. He stopped a couple centimeters from the door when he heard a loud thump from the other side.

He opened the door. “Pa? Why are you on the ground?” His dad looked at him in shock, the epitome of the surprised pikachu meme.

“Well, he was trying to spy on you and your friend.” Logan said as he walked down the corridor. Patton sat up and rubbed his head.

“Ow…” Logan rolled his eyes and helped his husband stand up.

“I told you Patton-”

“Yeah, yeah, ‘Be careful, and don’t fall over’’” Patton said, imitating Logan’s voice.

“Yes, and what did you do?”

Patton looked sheepishly at him. “I was surprised when Virgil was opening the door and I fell over.”

Logan chuckled and took Patton’s hand. “I don’t know why I married you.”

Virgil laughed and held his finger up to stop his dad from commenting. “I think you do know.”

“Perhaps.”

By then, Patton had gotten over his hit to the head and clapped his hands excitedly. “Now, tell me, can I meet your friend? He sounded so sweet!”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Sweet? That doesn’t sound like your usual company, Virgil.”

Virgil shrugged and gestured for Roman to come out from under the bed. Logan and Patton looked back and forth between the two teenagers as Roman walked up to them, his hair ruffled up from hiding. Virgil almost burst out laughing at the sight of his friend.

“Why- why were you under the bed?” Patton asked, confused. Logan merely raised an eyebrow at Virgil, who whistled as if he didn’t have anything to do with the situation.

Roman fidgeted with his hands as he stood under the parent’s gaze. “Well, uh, I’m used to hiding when parents come into rooms unannounced? I’m sort of like a ninja, or like a superhero who can disappear in less than ten seconds.” Wow, couldn’t you make it less creepy? Virgil thought. After a couple seconds of silence, he decided to step in.

“We were hanging out without you knowing, because, well, I wasn’t exactly comfortable letting you meet Roman yet.” He said, hoping that would help out their case. Apparently it did, because Pa’s and Dad’s faces turned to understanding, and a small hint of concern for their son.

“Oh, well, I suppose that does make sense, however,” Logan said, addressing Roman. “I do hope you understand that your parents should know where you are, especially after dark.”

Roman mentally let out a relieved breath and nodded. “Of course, my mother knows. I told her I was at a friends house.”

Logan smiled a little. “Good.” He then turned to his husband, who was rocking back and forth on the soles of his feet.

“So,” He clapped once. “I heard part of your conversation and what was it that I hear about love?” Roman and Virgil blush a bright red, while Logan shakes his head fondly. Patton just looks around confused. “Did I say something wrong?”

Logan chuckles. “No, love, nothing at all.”

He then takes his hand and leads him down stairs to the living room. Probably to rewatch Parks & Recreation for the uptenth time.

This left two very flustered boys in Virgil’s doorway to figure out something to make the air less awkward.

“So, uh, guess you weren’t prepared.” Roman laughed and lifted his head from his hands.

“Definitely not.”

#sanders sides #ts fic #logicality #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #i originally wrote this for school #but i liked it so i'm posting it here too #my writing #v's usual company is Dee and remus so not exactlt sweet #they aren't mean or anything but just very meme-y and not very sentimental

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likeshipsonthesea · 6 years ago

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the story

so a quick ficlet-y headcanon thing of whiskey that i thought i’d share when i have a final in *checks watch* fifteen minutes because as we all surely know by now, i make horrible decisions

my new belief of Lax Bro Guy, whose name I decided will be Jamie (it’s really Chad James but 1. too many chads on the lax team so he goes by his middle name, and 2. there were also two chads in his kindergarten class and he didn’t mind being jamie, which leads me to -->) Jamie grew up with Whiskey in Arizona

best friends since before they even really knew what best friends were. they were in the same sunday school class and would spend the whole lesson every week passing crayons back and forth and bouncing in their seats, waiting until they could go outside and play

they both played hockey and lacrosse together all through elementary school and middle school (let me tell you please about their working-class parents make all the dropping off easier by coordinating carpool schedules and they somehow feel more comfortable leaving the boys home alone when they know jamie and whiskey are together, at least) (oh and fuck i want the latchkey kids whiskey and jamie getting up to shit together and swearing each other to secrecy, insides jokes inside of inside jokes, all this communication that no one else can hope to understand, omg)

in high school they both chose their respective sports-- lacrosse for jamie and hockey for whiskey, obviously-- and this is when they came up with The Plan.

The Plan is their respective but also mutual plan to go pro with their sports, become the new Wayne Gretzky and the new whoever-the-fuck-is-the-best-lacrosse-player (sorry i do not know LAX at all) and be best bros and the best players and have matching mansions side-by-side where they’ll spend the off-season hanging out forever

(... it’s a lil intense, but then again, jamie and whiskey are a lil intense)

The Plan doesn’t have much specifics in regards to families/wives, but they both agree that they will spend their first paychecks on nice houses and cars for their parents and siblings, because these boys love their families okay, fiercely, and it’s sometimes limiting

(jamie, imo, knew he could be ~not straight~ earlier than whiskey ever thought about it, and he’d notice the things his parents would say off-hand, unthinking, and he goes to church every sunday and wonders what can be true, what it means to be a good christian, when does love become bad? is it when that love comes with conditions? when it can only hold the parts it understands?)

but going back to The Plan one major part of it is going to Samwell. we don’t have much in the way of canon as far as the LAX team goes, but we know that Samwell is impressive hockey-wise, and in their freshman year of high school jack would have just signed on (right?? idk i can’t do math rn) and so Samwell becomes the way to get into the big leagues, and they both spend their high school careers fighting for the best grades, best spots on their team, dedicated to getting in and fulfilling their dream

then... Alyssa happens.

Alyssa is the assistant sunday school teacher at their church, they grew up with her as much as they grew up with each other, if with more distance because girls had cooties back then, and Alyssa is, like, the perfect girl in every way that appears to matter-- straight-A student, beautiful and always smiling, soccer player, student body president and head of every club imaginable. she’s a perfectionist and she’s ambitious and driven and, one day, she decides seemingly out of the blue that whiskey is something that she wants.

whiskey, a year younger, happily eats up the attention, trails behind Alyssa at school functions and goes along on dates she plans (and pays for, as the wealthier of the two) and he-- he likes her, loves her, whatever, he really does... at least, he thinks he does? that must be what the tight feeling is in his chest, right? love?

Alyssa leaves for Yale the year before whiskey and jamie graduate, and for that year they do long-distance (”it’ll be easier when you’re at samwell,” alyssa says, offhand, a lot, “then i can pop in and see you any time i want.” whiskey tells himself that the pressure in his temples, the way his hand clenches, instinctive, is because he misses her so much, and who knows, it could be true) and by all rights whiskey should miss her, should hate being away from her, but...

senior year is the best year he’s had since he and alyssa started dating in his sophomore year. he spends more time with jamie, with the team, with his family now that he’s not away all nights of the week at school functions or public dinner dates, and it’s... nice. he didn’t realize how much he missed just being a person instead of being part of a couple.

The Plan is still on, though, and he gets in to Samwell the same day Jamie does and they celebrate by getting bombed in an abandoned house near the edge of town, and, drunk, whiskey lists into jamie and tells him it’s going to be great and jamie smiles, says, “of course it is, it’s us, bro,” and something about it-- the smile, the words, the hazy sunset filtering through the boarded up windows-- it makes whiskey’s chest flutter in a way he knows without a doubt is... love.

he spends the summer trying to convince himself that it’s friendly, platonic love. then they get to samwell and jamie is the only familiar thing and he grabs on even tighter and-- he ignores the love thing. whatever it is, it feels nice, and in this foreign place where so many of the things he knows are gone or-- wrong, well. it’s just nice to have jamie.

and things go on like normal, or this new samwell normal, until the season ends. both the lax team and the hockey team don’t make the playoffs, and it-- it itches, because they’re here for The Plan, they’re here to go pro, and how are they supposed to do that when the can’t even make the playoffs? they got here, the fought to be here, and it’s still not good enough--

whiskey turns up at jamie’s dorm drunk on tub juice and melancholy and jamie opens the door with the most-- he’s in this big blue warm soft sweater and his hair is slightly damp from the shower and he’s got this understanding, sympathetic, loving expression on his face, and whiskey doesn’t know what he does exactly but in the next second they’re kissing and jamie is licking the tub juice from whiskey’s mouth and it’s just so good--

he feels so fucking guilty in the morning that he almost leaves before jamie wakes up. he doesn’t, but only mostly because it’s jamie, and avoiding this problem will never work. this is the guy that spent the entirety of their second grade needling whiskey until he agreed to go down to the river with the big kids and jump from the Big Tree (also the guy that swore, even all through the trip to the hospital, that it was worth any number of broken bones, which were 2 in his arm and meant that whiskey wrote out all of his summer homework for him)

jamie is.. removed, but understanding. he is visibly disappointed when he asks whiskey what he wants to do and whiskey says he has to talk to alyssa, but he doesn’t get mad (whiskey hates it when jamie gets mad. he does it so infrequently and he never yells he just gets-- quiet. whiskey, on the other hand, is irritated by the most minor of things, and jamie is amused every time, and fuck, if whiskey fucked up this friendship he doesn’t know what he’ll do)

so whiskey does go and talk to alyssa... on the phone.. and vaguely. “are there ever times where you don’t like the long distance?” he starts, in a very roundabout kind of way

“of course. i’d rather have you with me here.” alyssa is studying for something-- said so when she answered the phone, “why are you calling me now? we’re not scheduled until wednesday. i’m studying”-- and not that invested in the conversation, apparently.

“no, like, do you ever miss... being close to someone? like, physically?” whiskey winces at his own awkwardness and then panics in the ensuing silence.

“...you mean sex?”

whiskey says nothing.

alyssa clears her throat. “well, if you do mean sex, then yes, i do... miss that, sometimes. but i see nothing wrong with...” she pauses again. whiskey holds his breath. “our relationship, being long-distance, is mostly in our minds and hearts,” she continues, slowly, “so as long as we don’t give our... hearts to other people, i see no problem with...” she coughs.

whiskey then goes through a very quick, very complicated process of emotions. does this mean alyssa has--? why isn’t whiskey mad about that? does this mean what happened with jamie is okay?? can he keep doing it??? ...if the heart is the problem, does that mean whiskey cheated a long time ago?

alyssa moves the conversation along, swiftly changing subjects to something banal and easy to tune out. whiskey continues swaying in this new, weird confusion until alyssa eventually hangs up to give her full attention to her coursework.

...

so whiskey tells jamie that he talked to alyssa. which he did. and he tells jamie that they decided their relationship is less romantic than friendly. which is kind of what happened. and jamie beams and kisses whiskey and it feels so nice that he doesn’t want to talk about alyssa anymore, and that becomes the status quo.

whiskey tells no one about jamie and him-- half because jamie doesn’t want to be out to his teammates, half because he still calls alyssa his girlfriend when he talks about her. maybe, possibly, there are moments when he wants to talk to someone outside of it, someone who (hopefully) won’t judge him, someone who will help him detangle himself from the confusion.

but every time he goes to ask, start talking about it, he stops. where does he start? does he start in sunday school, passing notes back and forth, or in sophomore year when alyssa decided that he was hers, or college, or when they created The Plan, or that first night, or after his captain kissed a guy on national TV and now every time he left to hang out with jamie his parents suddenly got these expressions on their face like he wasn’t trustworthy, like he was doing something bad, like he was wrong--

the problem with explaining the story is that whiskey isn’t quite sure what the story is, yet. it’s easier to enjoy the parts he can, ignore the parts that can be muffled, and deal with the hard bits when they come. trying to make sense of it all... it hurts in a distinct way, an unforeseen, unavoidable, earth-shattering kind of way.

is it so wrong that he doesn’t want to feel that?

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patton-croc-agenda · 7 years ago

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Claws and Effect Ch.1

A/N: I’ve been planning this fic for a while now, so I’m super excited to share it aHH! Updates might be slow until Coral and Crowns is finished, but I finished this about a week ago and have lost all patience. This chapter is pretty slow, but things will pick up real soon, promise!

Next: Chapter 2

Summary: Becoming the superhero Morality wasn’t exactly Patton’s first choice of career, but he liked to think he’d been handling it well enough- balancing his alter ego and regular day job at his cousin’s cafe. That is, until a familiar face walks into Sanders Delights, and a mysterious new villain appears soon after.

Pairings: Romantic logicality, Platonic Sleepality

Words: 3,703

Warnings: None

Cross his heart and seal it with a pinkie promise, Patton was not falling asleep on the job. No sir, not he! He was just...trying to very slowly blink the dryness out of them.

“Patton?” Patton’s head snapped up and he turned to face Thomas, who was wiping one of the counters with a quirked brow.

“Stay up too late watching Parks and Rec again?” Thomas laughed. Patton laughed along with him, refilling the napkin dispenser.

“You know me, Thomas,” Patton said brightly, feeling the amusement rolling off Thomas in steady, soft waves. Patton hated lying, but he technically didn’t. Lie, that is. Thomas did know him. He just happened to be wrong about Patton’s nightly pastimes. His ribs still ached dully from where an unruly gang member had decided to kick him.

“Sure do, Pat,” Thomas’s gaze flicked up at the sound of the bell above the door jinggling merrily. “Though, I think someone knows you even better.” He gestured towards the man who had just walked in, decked in a leather jacket, messenger bag, and dark sunglasses- an iced coffee dangling losely from one hand.

“REM!” Patton shouted, suddenly very awake. He launched himself over the counter- a shock to Thomas apparently- and threw himself in his arms. Remy chuckled warmly, contentedness, affection, and love bubbling around Patton.

“What’re you doin here, kiddo?” Patton asked, walking over to let himself back behind the counter, inviting Remy along as well. “I doubt it’s more coffee, as you said the aesthetic of Starbucks outranks even the actually good tasting stuff we make at Sanders Delights.”

“Mmmm, yeah, you’re right as always Patty,” Remy took a sip of the coffee he did have, placing it on the counter, “I came for two reasons. The first: I need a job.” Patton blinked, feeling Thomas’s confusion as well.

“Why? What happened with your last job I thought you loved it,” Patton said, worry churning in his gut. Remy offered him a soft chuckle, ruffling his carmel curls.

“I did, kinda. I got fired for ahem,” Remy made air quotes, “‘misusing and tampering with dangerous equipment.’” He scoffed, crossing his arms, “Like, if you didn’t want me using the equipment, then don’t make it so easily accessible. So, yeah, you got a job opening or two?” he turned to Thomas who thought.

“Well, we are always open to hiring family. Wait...why two?” Remy shrugged nonchalantly.

“My buddy Helen quit, a little before I got fired actually. She’s been lookin’ for a job. She’d have most of the same qualifications as me, y’know?” Thomas bit his lip, thinking.

“Well a couple kids won’t be working here much longer since they’re graduating so I suppose...”

“Awesome, thanks TomTom, love ya! I’m stealing my lil bro now though, bye-bye,” Remy, grabbed Patton by the arm and started to drag him away.

“Wh- Remy, I have opening shift starting in ten minutes. You can’t just take the only other person working!” Thomas protested. Patton pulled his arm away with a laugh.

“Yeah, sorry Rem. I’m actually currently employed.”

“Wow, okay, first, I’m wounded. Second: can I at least take you into the back? I need to show you something, like right now. Or I will die. And then you’d lose me. Which would suck, Patton.” Patton giggled, feeling the light teasing bounce across his skin.

“That sounds fine, right Thomathy?” Patton turned to Thomas. He sighed, equally dramatic, and leaned against the wall.

“I suppose I can live without my best barista/cashier for five minutes,” he said, throwing a wink at the two. Patton laughed and Remy saluted, dragging Patton into the back room. It was small and cramped- clearly not meant for being more than a storage room. Despite this fact, a rickety old card table and a couple beanbags were tossed on the floor for employees who wanted a quick break between rushes. Remy threw himself down into one of the beanbags and rifled through his bag.

“So, what is so so important you had to show me right now?” Patton asked, plopping down in the beanbag across from his brother. Remy grinned sharply, excitement and mischief sparking and poking at Patton as Remy pulled out what appeared to be a strip of fabric.

“Tada! It’s a new mask,” Remy tossed it to Patton, who caught it with one hand.

“What’s wrong with my old mask?” Patton asked, looking for eyeholes and finding none. Remy scoffed, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Patty Patt, you got real noticeable eyes. We’re lucky no one has caught a closeup view of you on camera yet. Plus, with this one you can’t skimp out on putting in contacts, and I think that’ll help with your glasses budget” Patton blushed, studying the mask again.

“So...how am I supposed to see out of this?” Patton asked. Smugness danced across his skin as Remy leaned forward, removing Patton’s glasses and tying the mask around his face like a blindfold. Somehow, Patton could still see through (well, see as well as he could without glasses or contacts), with only a slightly dark tint to everything blocking his vision.

“Woah, how did you manage this?” Patton asked, flexing his fingers. Even though the fabric was light, the clarity of what he was seeing was still quite impressive. Remy shrugged, but that smugness was still there.

“Lotsa coffee and a couple late nights. You’re welcome,” Remy pulled a notepad out of his bag and made a few checks, “Only 36 left.”

“Oh no, how will I live when you run out of owed favors,” Patton deadpanned, taking the mask off and shoving it in his apron pocket while he slid his glasses back on. The prodding teasing was back as Remy slung an arm across Patton’s shoulders.

“You won’t. I’m going to kill you,” Remy pinched Patton in the side, causing him to squeal, “zap zap you’ve been tased.”

“No tasing allowed! Sanders Delights is a safe zone,” Remy playfully smacked his forehead.

“Ah, how could I forget?”

“That’s one extra favor- you’re back to 37.”

“What? Boo!” Remy shoved Patton’s shoulder as they exited the back room. Patton froze, the air around him crackling. His skin began to crawl and itch and prickle and tingle and burn and freeze. He looked up slowly to see the cafe already had a large amount of patrons present.

“There you are!” Thomas said, making a latte, “we got really busy the second you left and- Patton are you alright?” Patton shook his head, attempting to clear the cobweb feeling of emotions clinging at him.

“Y-yeah. Just gimmie a sec,” Patton had to mentally shove away the worry gnawing at him coming from Remy’s direction as he breathed in through his nose. He breathed out slowly, focusing on himself- his ears to be specific. When switching to his enhanced hearing, it always felt like his ears popped. The sound seemed to go from muffled to unbearably loud. The sudden cacophony was almost as bad as the sticking, itching, burning, freezing feeling of emotions all around, but as Patton found a target of focus, the difference was immeasurable.

“Journalism just ain’t working huh?” he let his focus be on a couple of girls on the opposite end of the cafe, the other sounds muffling in comparison.

“Ugh, it’s just so dishonest. I swear if I have to do one more phony story I’m gonna lose it,” the woman stabbed her straw into her drink. Patton closed his eyes and let his hearing slowly trickle back into empathy, trading sounds for emotions. The feeling was much less intense now that he was expecting it. The whole ordeal felt to him like it took an obnoxiously long amount of time, but considering everyone just went along with it, he assumed it was in actuality much closer to thirty seconds.

“Okay, sorry about that!” Patton trotted over to Thomas, who simply shrugged, and kept making his order. He and Patton fell into a steady rhythm for a few minutes before Thomas spoke up again.

“Wanna train your brother? Since we’re hiring him and all that,” Thomas scribbled a name on the cup in his hands while Patton bagged a doughnut- subtly trying and failing to lick the glaze off his fingers without being caught.

“Sure!” he said, turning to Remy and bumping shoulders with him. Remy snickered and menacingly reached his fingers out to brush Patton’s sides. Patton squirmed and stifled his giggles with a half-hearted glare before diving in.

Another few minutes, and the rush had died down notably. Remy seemed to quite easily get the hang of making coffee and bagging pastries, so Patton let him genuinely help out a little with Thomas’s okay. It wasn’t the most thrilling job, but Patton figured if Remy wanted excitement he should’ve cared more about keeping his previous job.

Patton, lost in his thoughts to help fight off the monotony of his job, startled at the bell above the door announcing a new arrival. The cup he’d been holding jumped from his grasp and tumbled onto the floor, rolling away from him. If Patton were the type to swear, he would’ve just then as he got down on his hands and knees to chase after the darned thing.

He was so focused, he hardly heard the customer’s smooth, monotone voice as he ordered from Thomas. Patton paused a second, swearing it was a voice he’d heard before. He shrugged it off, however, because it wasn’t uncommon for people to come in multiple times, even if they weren’t regulars. Patton finally succeeded in retrieving the cup, making a victorious sound in the back of his throat.

“And your name?” Thomas asked.

“Logan,” the man said. Patton jolted up suddenly, slamming his head on the counter and letting out a strangled hiss. He looked up, rubbing the back of his head, and saw Remy pull his shades down a hair.

“Hooooooly sh-” Patton pinched Remy’s leg, making him yelp. “I was gonna say holy, uh, sharks. Yup,” Remy said, popping the p before he took his shades off the rest of the way, green eyes like fire, “Logan Lehrer?”

“That would be correct. Do I know you?” Patton definitely recognized Logan now, as he could sense the strange, muffled buzzing against his skin. Patton never could figure out how his emotions were so dulled down to the point he could hardly pick them up, a factor that had drawn him to the other time and again during high school. He couldn’t dwell on his newfound wonder, however, because Remy was looking down at Patton, a wolfish grin on his face as he slid his sunglasses back up his nose. Patton shook his head wildly.

“Ohhh my God, gurl, you don’t remember?” Patton knew Remy was probably fluttering his lashes as mischief began poking at Patton once more, “I was the annoying one who asked you way too many personal questions that one time you had a project with my brother!” This was the first time Patton was hearing about this and he glared up at his brother from where he was still crouched, vowing revenge and a very lengthy lecture on privacy.

“Oh. Remy,” Patton felt clear annoyance break through the dull buzz, scratching down his arms. He winced, but was glad it wasn’t as extreme as it was when he felt it from other people, “Of course you work here.”

“Nah, I don’t quite yet,” Remy started making Logan’s order, dodging around Patton as he did so, “this is free labor, baby.”

“Right,” Remy set the drink down and put his elbows on the counter, raising his eyebrows. “Speaking of your brother, though, how is Patton?” Patton’s legs were getting tired from being crouched for so long, and Thomas was giving him questioning glances from where he was standing.

“Well,” Remy’s hand landed at the base of Patton’s neck, bunching the fabric of his shirt in a fist, “why not ask him yourself?” Remy yanked up, and for the five seconds before Patton was still blissfully hidden he managed a tiny internal mantra of please don’t still be hot, please don’t still be hot, please don’t still be hot.

Gosh. Darnit.

Logan blinked his warm, golden brown eyes in shock that was like sudden static against Patton’s skin as he adjusted his glasses.The shock melted back, but Patton could hardly care as his internal functions were all screaming abort abort, still hot! Still hot!

“Patton? What were you doing under the counter?” Logan asked. Patton coughed, holding out the styrofoam cup he had been chasing after when Logan first entered.

“Dropped this!” Good start, good start, Now, play it cool, Sanders, “Soooo. We have the same glasses?” Nailed it.

Logan gave another surprised blink before narrowing his eyes at Patton.

“You would be correct. Odd, did you have those frames back in high school?”

“Uhhhh,” Patton looked to his brother for assistance, who shook his head slightly, “No?” Patton had never hated not being able to feel Logan’s emotions clearly more than he did in that moment, as Logan arched one of his stupid, perfect eyebrows and leaned against the counter.

“You sound unsure. Do you honestly not recall if you’ve bought new frames since then?” Logan asked. Patton opened his mouth then paused. Because he suddenly remembered-

“This is my fifth pair in the last month. I lose track.”

“What? Patton, how do you break five pairs of glasses in a month?”

Don’t say beating up bad guys, don’t say beating up bad guys, don’t say-

“I am just. So, clumsy,” Patton put his palms flat against the counter, staring at it in mild horror. Remy sympathetically patted his back and slurped the last of his coffee loudly.

Patton was saved from further embarrassment when the bell rang again and Remy let out a loud gasp, soft, featheriness coming from him as he darted around Patton and threw himself into the arms of the man who just walked in. Said man looked extremely done despite having only just arrived as he curled his arms around Remy, who planted a loud, obnoxious kiss on his cheek.

“Hey Ethey-pooh,” it was slightly mocking, but fond. The man rolled his eyes.

“I despise you.”

“Love you too! Come to see me at work? You’re the bestest,” Remy climbed out of his boyfriend’s arms, and Patton watched him warily. Ethan Serpent was a notorious liar, and known to occasionally swipe small objects. Patton didn’t really like him (which was saying something- he liked everyone), but he made Remy happy, so he kept his complaints to a minimum.

Ethan lounged against the counter, ignoring everyone as Patton focused his gaze back on Logan. He was looking above Patton’s head, brows furrowed. Patton turned to see Logan was watching the television they kept above the counter for people to watch if they wanted. The audio was off, but subtitles were on. A reporter (Patton thought it might be one of the women he saw earlier, actually) was shown, her lips moving slightly off from the words at the bottom of the screen.

“In recent news, the hero dubbed Morality has recently aided in taking down the gang the…” the woman squinted “babbling baboons? Police and Scientists still marvel at the strength, speed, and abilities of flight this superhero displays.”

“Fascinating,” Logan breathed, another precious emotion breaking through the cloud and washing across Patton. Wonder, pure and clean. Patton was probably sweating, so he ducked his head and scrubbed a little more aggressively than necessary at the counter.

“Oh. Him. That’s no big deal,” Patton let out a hysterical little laugh, “guy showed up a few months ago and beat up some criminal who was trying to rob a couple. It just so happened the boyfriend of the lady he assaulted was a vlogger or something so, uh. Yeah. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him yet.”

“Oh, I moved out of state for college. I only came back because a job offer was given to me about a month or so ago, and the local news has not exactly been my top priority.”

“Nor social interaction, if you haven’t heard any gossip about Mr. Morality,” Remy called from where he was running his hands across the chest of Ethan’s yellow sweater.

“Stop having eye sex in my cafe,” Thomas said, carrying a sack of sugar out from the back. Remy pouted, folding his arms and scrunching his nose.

“So. A real life superhero, huh? I wonder how his powers came to be. Also, where did he get the costume? And why is it cat themed- that seems rather silly.”

“Hey! That costume is awesome, excuse you,” Remy said, leaning against Ethan, who looped an arm across his shoulders.

“You have excellent tastes,” Ethan informed Logan. Remy beamed.

“See? Ethan agrees with me,” Remy curled a hand around the back of his neck and tilted his head down to kiss him.

“You two are repulsive,” Logan deadpanned, turning back to Patton. Remy huffed.

“You won’t be saying that when you get a boyfriend, Logan,” Remy said. Logan ignored him.

“Well, I best be off then. It was a pleasure to see you again, Patton. Can not say the same for your brother.” Patton laughed, and, in a moment of impulsiveness Patton was quite well known for, he stopped Logan from leaving by reaching over the counter and hooking onto his arm.

“W-wait!” Logan turned, and Patton turned pick as he raised one of his stupid perfect eyebrows again. “I, uh, want my phone number?” Logan blinked, a softness growing around the edges of his emotional buzz.

“I would not be opposed to that.” Patton scribbled his number on Logan’s coffee cup, handing him a small bag with a doughnut in it.

“For luck, y’know?” Logan’s smile was soft.

“Thank you, Patton.”

~~~

Patton really, really needed to lay off the sweets. He grunted as he struggled to yank on one of his boots. One would think running around 6 out of 7 nights a week would help him lose weight, but apparently not.

He really hated how thick his calves were, especially now. He didn’t want to wear his crocs either, because he was pretty sure they would fall off if he needed to fly at all. Along with that, Remy had informed him he was probably one of the last people on earth who wore them because they were a, quote, “fashion disaster”. Plus, his pair had cute little jibbitz that looked like cookies, cats, dogs, and rainbows, so someone would probably find it suspicious if the renowned hero Morality had the same crocs as the culinary arts major who worked at the little cafe in the heart of the city.

Grunting, Patton finally managed to get the dumb thing on, only to realize he had yet to put on the other one. He sighed, wedging his foot into it after much trial and error. He stood up, walking in small circles to adjust, before heading over to the mirror in front of his door. He ran a hand through his curls, trying to tame them somewhat before he pulled up his hood. He couldn’t suppress a giggle as he fiddled with the ears on the top. Of all the costume designs to get stuck as his brand, Patton was glad it was the cat. He tied on his mask, looking at himself one last time. Remy was right, he looked way different when his eyes weren’t visible.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked to the window, slowly opening it and looking around. No one in sight. Good. Patton pulled himself up onto the window sill, nearly purring as the wind whipped around his face, making his cape flap around him. He leapt into the air, feeling his flight take effect as he floated up and landed lightly on top of one of the buildings.

Patton stared out across the city. There was something about being a hero that Patton loved, even when he wasn’t helping people in the moment. Just the rush of knowing what was to come. It made Patton feel just a little bit braver.

With a grin, Patton thundered across the roof and leapt into the air. His stomach dropped, and it felt like the world was going in slow motion even as his heart rate increased. Then, the moment was over as his feet made contact with the top of the next building. Call him an adrenaline junkie, but there were worse things to get high on.

He landed in a crouch after a couple more rooftops, taking a moment to catch his breath. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he stood up straight to wipe it off. He looked up, seeing the tallest building in town a little ways ahead. Patton flew up towards it, landing on the top and gripping the lightning rod, hanging over the edge and scanning the town. This was his favorite place to perch and look for trouble, as it gave him a great overhead view. Patton did wish one of his powers was super vision, but he guessed his ears would have to do.

Patton let his super hearing take over, scanning across town. A group of teenagers here, a few drunk guys there (he’d keep an ear on them), but nothing terribly out of the ordinary. Patton sometimes wished there was more interesting stuff happening, but he would immediately scold himself and remind himself that boring was good. Boring meant no one was getting hurt.

Patton was just about to give up and start just doing his regular patrol, when there was an explosion from the outskirts of the city. He jolted, the sound rattled around in his skull, making his head throb painfully. He couldn’t even tell if it had really been loud, or if his super hearing just made it seem that way. Maybe both? Either way it was still more excitement then he’d seen in months.

Despite the guilt and worry gnawing at his heart, he couldn’t help the tiniest smile from curling on his lips.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

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Marriage Material - Part 23 - Jim Kirk

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22

Summary: in this chapter, you need a chance to explain.

Warnings: language

A/N: IM BACK AND IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG! i wish this was written a lil better but whatever. should only be like 1 or 2 parts left in this story. i’m thinking 2 because i like ending on 25 more so than 24

You kept your face neutral as you continued to treat the remainder of the red shirts occupying the many emergency beds.

No one was injured too badly— a few gashes here, couple of scrapes there, a bruise or two. The near banality of it all made you think Leonard had no real reason for calling you over. You weren’t on-call and you’d just pulled a double shift that day, he could’ve just as well called another physician.

Had his thinly veiled attempts at pushing you and Jim together not been so obvious and frustrating, you would’ve laughed. Hell, had your heart not lodged itself in your throat the moment you saw him lounging in Leonard’s chair with his feet resting on the desk, you would’ve laughed hard enough to dislocate something.

You didn’t feel like laughing anymore, though— not when your every blink showed you the broken expression he wore, the broken voice he used, the broken posture with which he stood. You just needed a chance to explain! A few minutes, tops, and everything would be better.

Not back to normal, but better than it was now.

Now, it hurt with almost every inhale. Now, it burned with almost every exhale. Now, it was all heartbreak, and misery, and avoidance. And this would be better than that.

The two of you could start over, the two of you could somehow glue the few parts of you that wouldn’t rush to fuse together, the two of you could run through the course of a relationship that was organic and natural. There would be no rules, no material incentives, no preset expiration dates, no obligations governing your feelings for one another— you could finally feel for Jim what you wanted to, not what you instructed yourself to.

But you didn’t get to explain that to him. Not when the nurse on bed four rushed in to retreive you, not when Jim’s firm “Go do your job, Lieutenant” was the only response you received from him.

It wasn’t as if you could blame him for his anger. He had every right to look at you with his eyes set ablaze and his jaw clenched hard enough to possibly crack a tooth. From his point of view, you were reaching into his chest and taking ahold of what little remained, squeezing it between perfectly steady fingers until every bit of emotion, every bit of stability, every bit of sanity was leached out.

It made it difficult for him to even look at you. In his eyes, you’d always been this closed off, imperfect angel that brought enough light into his life to blind him. He’d always seen something with you, something he could never really set his finger on until you sat before him in that absurd planet’s dingy diner sipping a milkshake that tasted more artificial than the ‘platonic’ label you’d given your friendship.

But he was able to set his finger on it then.

When you cocked a single eyebrow and asked if it stung his ego that you weren’t romantically interested in him, when you giggled to ask if his statement on marrying friends was from personal experience, when you drunkenly shouted loud enough to gain the attention of every diner patron around you just to let him know you would marry him. He was able to set his finger on it right then, he was able to see that you were it for him, you were all he wanted.

Still, it took the brushing of his hair so it took less time, the calling him “my husband” in every fucking language known to man, the sharing of food, the sheer willingness to stay married to him for his sober mind to catch-up to his drunken heart’s decisions and revelations. And it was fear, a fear greater than most he’d known, that inspired his last ditch effort you so quickly agreed to.

He knew it was wrong— he’d known it was wrong from the minute he’d done it. But he thought you’d see his point of view, you’d see his great fear of losing you and his greater capacity for loving you and forgive him.

You treated patients throughout the night thinking he was simmering in anger, but anger was far from what he felt. He was sad, crestfallen, shattered, overwhelmed— but he wasn’t angry.

His expectations were too high, too irrational for someone like you— he knew that the moment he made them, but he foolishly made them anyway. He didn’t blame you for following through the way you should have, the way most in your position would have. He only blamed himself.

He sat in Leonard’s chair unmoving in an almost eerie fashion, his feet flat on the ground but his back slouched in a way which was meant to be relaxing and was anything but. He didn’t make a sound when Leonard entered either, choosing to instead narrow his eyes at the exhausted doctor.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

Jim sat up straight then, almost too quickly, and narrowed his eyes further. “I just— I just want to know something.”

Leonard nodded, approaching the replicator in the room’s corner and placing a mug under the machinery. “What?”

“Do you derive some sort of pleasure from meddling like an old bitty?”

A small smirk pulled at Leonard’s lips. “Told you I’d get her to speak to you.”

Jim’s jaw clenched once more. “I didn’t ask you to do that, Bones. I asked you to do the opposite of that.”

“What’d she say?” he asked, ignoring every bit of frustration rolling from Jim’s body as he sat down, steaming mug of coffee in-hand. “She tell you she still love you?”

Jim snorted quietly, dreading the stinging in his eyes. “Something like that.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, looking at Leonard with a wet, sad smile. “Yeah. She told me she can’t be married to me anymore.”

The smile slipped off Leonard’s face. He stared at Jim with confused hazel eyes, lips parted. “What?”

“You heard me. I’m getting divorced.”

“Told the ensign out there the two of you were just fighting,” Leonard mused, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted. His eyes were no longer on Jim, scanning the room. “That all’a this was just temporary. Said no one was gettin’ a divorce.”

“This sham of a marriage made her better at lying.”

“I don’t think— I don’t think all of it was a lie, Jim.”

Jim snorted. “Right.”

“She just said she wants a divorce? Nothing more?”

He frowned. “You want a transcript of the conversation?”

“Dammit, Jim, what else did she say?”

“Nothing,” he replied with a shrug. “Some nurse said a patient was calling for her and I told her she should go.”

“She didn’t explain?”

He shook his head, dragging his palms down the lap of his trousers. “I should leave. Try to— Try to sleep, or something.”

Leonard nodded, watching as Jim drained whatever bourbon remained in his glass from hours before and rose slowly. “I can come with you, leave (Y/N)—” he shook his head. “Leave someone else in charge for the night.”

“I’m good, Bones.”

He didn’t glance at Leonard as he left the room. His steps were quick and determined, eyes narrowed and focused on his boots. He watched his steps carefully, as if nervous he would lose his footing.

“Jim!”

He lost his footing.

His head snapped up quick enough to give himself whiplash. He saw the relief in your smile and couldn’t help the frustrated confusion that pulled his lips into a scowl.

You ignored his expression and handed your PADD to the physician with curly blonde hair who stood before you. “We aren’t done talking.”

“You sure there’s more to say, (Y/N)?”

You tilted your head. “Exam Room 3 is empty.”

“That’s nice—”

“Jim,” you sighed, shaking your head as you approached him. “Five minutes?”

His eyes didn’t waver from yours as he gave you one curt nod. His eyes didn’t waver from your form as you spun around and started in the direction of Exam Room 3. His eyes didn’t waver from you despite the nervous clouding of his vision.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you stood before him in the exam room, your teeth in your bottom lip as he sighed loudly and hopped onto the biobed. You clasped your hands together. “I’m still mad at you.”

He nodded.

“I still don’t think you lie to people you love.”

Another nod.

“I felt trapped— like I didn’t have permission to be angry, or to fight, or to end something when it felt right to end it. I felt like I was being forced to stay in love with you.”

“I didn’t mean for you to—”

“I know you didn’t,” you said with a small smile. “But when you asked me to stay married to you, when you lied to me about why I had to— you should’ve realized I’d eventually feel this way.”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“I know you weren’t. You’re too smart to have come up with something like this if you were actually thinking.” You took a breath, leaning your side against the counter next to you. You narrowed your eyes at Jim’s seated figure, concentrating on something other than his blue irises. “You couldn’t have told me, though? We’ve been married for months.”

“I wanted to. I was just scared.”

“Should’ve done it anyway,” you replied with a shake of your head. “God, it just feels like so much wasted time and energy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are and it’s—” you took another breath, watching as he wrung his fingers together.

You took a few short steps towards him, lifting yourself onto the biobed so you sat beside him. You knocked your knee against his so his eyes would meet yours again. You offered him another small smile. “It’ll be okay. It was easy to forgive you. I’m just— I’m having a hard time with the forgetting.”

You set your hand on his wrist and pulled his hands apart, taking one into yours and lacing your fingers together. “I meant what I said about not being able to do this backwards nonsense anymore and wanting a divorce.”

“But—”

“I think we should start over,” you continued, watching as his eyebrows came together.

“What?”

You nodded. “Start over, have a relationship that runs a natural course— without feeling obligated to stay with each other, without expiration dates.”

He stared at you without speaking for a few moments, finally asking, “Why?”

“Because you make me happy,” you shrugged. “These last two weeks have just— I’ve been miserable and I shouldn’t be. I should be happy, you should be happy.”

“But I— I fucked up.”

You nodded. “So did I. I waited so long to tell you how I felt about you, I waited so long to let myself have some form of happiness— I was guarding myself and didn’t once think about you.” You shrugged again. “Besides, people make mistakes.”

“Starlight, —”

You sighed out a quiet laugh. “We don’t have to be together if you don’t want—”

“Are you kidding?” he asked loudly, a smile finally pulling at his lips. His lifted his free hand to sit against your throat, his thumb brushing your bottom lip lightly. “I love you, I love you so much.”

You nodded, leaning towards him as he leant towards you. “And I love you.”

His eyes fluttered shut, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that you felt in your every nerve. He pulled away too soon, though, earning a pout. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You wrinkled your nose. “You didn’t let me explain. You used your Captain voice on me and made me leave.”

“You said you wanted a divorce, what was I supposed to do?”

“Hear me out? Not jump to conclusions?”

“You couldn’t have started the sentence differently?”

“You couldn’t have told me the truth from the beginning?”

“Are you going to hold that over my head forever?”

“I told you I’m still angry!” You leant away and took your hand from his, pulling your ring off and placing it in his hand. “Here. It’s not even real gold, you cheap ass—”

“I’m keeping mine.”

“Keep it. Yours is fake, too.”

He grabbed your hand once more, yanking your body towards his. His breath, which was laced with a bit of whiskey, washed over your cheeks as he stared at you with narrowed eyes. “I’m keeping the mattress, too.”

You bared your teeth. “Over my dead body.”

“It’s not like you won’t be sleeping at mine every night anyway.”

You closed the short distance between the two of you to kiss him quickly. “I don’t appreciate the assumption.”

“Don’t pretend it’s not true.”

“It is, I just don’t like the assumption.”

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hobimysun-shine · 7 years ago

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Once in a lifetime, forever in a lifetime

A/N: I am aware that I am the worst with uploading on time, but I literally have no time to write, cuz college applications all the time and studying. I had some free time now around Christmas, so I hope you enjoy!! :)

Summary: Childhood friends with maknae line, coming-of-age kinda thing all the way through college, that will eventually include the hyung line as well, but i wont spoil anything for you, will get hardcore later on, i will put some trigger warnings, when i get to it;;

In this chapter: start it off with a lil smut (spoilers) and then a loots of angst

childhood friend jimin/ platonic maknae line/ apart from jungkook/ vmin/ namjin/ hoseok x reader/ jungkook x reader/

Genre: mostly angst, fluff, smut + some sexual connotations/

Word count: almost 7k

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

Your phone beeped underneath the pile of notebooks for the 100th time this day and you just rolled your eyes, annoyed by the sound. You moved around the mess of notes on your bed to find the little machine that distracted you from learning all the steps for your practical exam tomorrow. It was a message from Jimin. Again. You closed the notification before giving yourself the time to read it and turned off the sound. You cursed Hoseok under your breath, for convincing you to unblock the boys and to give them a chance to talk to you. You weren’t even planning to allow it, after you spent two nights crying from anxiety that they were in the same city as you again.

After a week of not talking about it however, Hoseok decided to bring up the topic to light, which was not the best idea and you didn’t know why he would do it after he was the one that had to soothe you for two night straight. But according to him, the “pain” he saw you dealing with for an year now, would not “disappear on its own” and you were supposed to “do something about it”. Which apparently was talk with Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung. And you were doing quite well with disagreeing with him, until he had thrown his arms around your waist, nuzzled his head in your neck and whispered a “please, I hate seeing you hurt” in your ear. And of course, you being the weak piece of shit that you are, said yes before your mind could even catch up what you were agreeing to. And now Hoseok was constantly asking you if you did it yet, to which you would answer that you needed a little more time to feel ready to face them.

Lost in thought, you jumped when someone knocked on your door. You ran to the entrance and peeped through the hole to see the said Hoseok standing on your doormat. You opened the door which a rush and jumped into his arms.

“Hello there, beautiful”, he said, suffocated by your hair and put you down giggling.

“Where have you been?” you asked eagerly since you haven’t heard of Hobi in three days, and the last thing he said to you was “did you talk to Jimin”.

“Exams, you know”, he scrunched his face in disgust. “But I am done for the year now, so I went to the store and bought food and wine so we can celebrate tonight” he raised the bags in both of his hands that were now threatening to rip apart.

You moved away from the door, so that Hobi could enter and head to the kitchen, where he spent more time than you did, even though it was your apartment.

“That’s such a great idea, but my last practical exam is tomorrow Hobi, I have to study” you whined.

He turned around after he had already put out all the ingredients and tied an apron around his waist with flowers that said “#1 Mom in the world!” on it and matched perfectly with his ripped jeans and dark shirt. He threw a disappointed look at you.

“A practical huh?” he said bringing his hand to his chin in thought. “Come here” he gestured in a second.

“What?” you looked at him in confusion, but listened and moved closer to him.

“Hold this”, he gave you a knife in one hand and a fork in the other.

He adjusted your hands as if you were about to perform and resection and took a step back to look at you up and down.

“You’re doing great, sweetie, you don’t need to study anymore”, he clapped his hands and concluded as he shooed you out of the kitchen corner as if you were about to light it on fire (and by knowing your cooking abilities, his concerns were justified).

“Hobi, I’m serious you know this is the most important exam for the whole year!” you still tried to protest.

“I know Y/N…” he wondered for a second, his face finally getting serious” okay, how many of the books have you read?”

“Um… all of them?”

“All of them??” his eyes widened.

“Twice…”, you added shyly.

“Twice? Kim Y/N don’t you dare tell me you haven’t studied enough, do you know that for this exam I read only half of everything and got an 86%” Hobi huffed.

“Yeah, but you’re smart” you said crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“And you’re smarter!” he said simply which caught you off guard because he rarely praised you, since most of your conversations revolved around making fun of each other.

Sensing the silence, Hobi turned and flashed a smile.

“But I’m still gonna be a better surgeon than you, miss!” he shrugged.

“We’ll see about that!” you smiled as well and got closer to see what Hobi was cooking, completely giving up on the thought of going back in the room to your medical books, when he was here flashing smiles and filling your apartment with the sweet scent of his cologne.

An hour later, you were sitting on the couch, legs thrown over Hoseok’s lap, full with the delicious spaghetti he had prepared for dinner and slightly buzzed after you two had downed two bottles of red wine. You were gasping for air at a joke he had made and tried to get off the couch before you threw up the food you just ate.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked and pulled you back down, this time closer to him.

“I was going to pick a movie we can watch” you said, as it was a routine to watch a movie with him when he would come over and cook at your place.

You saw him shift next to you as he still was holding you down.

“Actually Y/N, I thought we could do something else tonight” Hobi looked straight in your eyes and you could feel your heart speeding up like crazy.

“Like what?” you asked while trying to seem calm on the outside, even though you could feel your cheeks warming up and you were praying he would think it was because of the wine.

“Like…” he paused as he once again moved closer to you. “Like talk about your past” he finally said and you tried your best not to show your disappointment.

You were actually quite immune to being disappointed with Hoseok because after an year of constant body contact, and no words of affection, you were no longer expecting any sort of romantic confession from him. However you couldn’t help, but get flustered after hearing him speak like that.

“Um… my past?” you blinked a few times, trying to assimilate his request.

“Yeah… I mean”, he stopped to take a deep breathe ”I know we talk about a lot of stuff, like medicine, people in college, movies, music, books, flowers, even the future. But we have never talked about the past. And I want to know about it, now that you have to face it.”

He managed to hold eye contact, even though you could see it was hard for him. You didn’t say anything for a minute or two. You finally exhaled, not realizing you were holding your breath for so long.

“Okay, I’ll tell you” you agreed.

“Everything?”

“Everything” you confirmed and he smiled.

“But” you continued and his smile disappeared. “You also have to tell me. Everything” this time you looked straight in his dark eyes.

He gave it a thought and finally tilted his head a bit.

“Deal, but you’re first.”

You took a deep breathe, and tried to take yourself back in time, which you have been avoiding to do in the past few months. What exactly meant “everything”?

“Okay, well… where do I start? I am from Busan, I was born there, because it’s my father’s city. My mom is from Spain.”

“Wait that’s why you’re eyes are lighter and you hair is kinda wavy?” Hobi’s eyes widened as if he had discovered something great.

“Yes, but don’t take it as a good quality of mine. I have always been bullied about it and it really helped me getting the label “weird” in school.”

“I have always though they made you more beautiful,” Hobi stated.

Heartbeat.

“Yeah, that’s what Jimin would say as well. Which brings me to him. The boy with the blonde hair and the…piercings” you shuddered, not because you were against them in any way, but because you weren’t used to that image of him. ”Remember?”

“Yeah, hard to forget, I think you gave him a blue eye” Hobi scratched his head.

“Anyway, him. We were neighbors when we were born and we have been friends ever since I can remember. Our families are friends… well…were, but that’s for later. So yeah, I know him since a baby. I know Taehyung from the kindergarten and Jungkook since middle school. We have always been friends. I don’t know why exactly, but I have always had a hard time with trusting people and I never really made too many friends. In high school we were kind of the cool kids because they became “super hot” and girls were all over them.”

“Wait I thought you said you were weird?” Hobi stopped you in confusion.

“Yeah, I was… but like cool weird. I don’t know, I never really cared about these things. But anyways, until the senior year of high school it was like that. Strict rich parents, a private high school, with the only three people I could trust and many parties, but nothing crazy, just alcohol and weed sometimes. So yeah, last year of high school. By then my father and Jimin’s father had a company together for many years. I don’t really know what happened because I never really cared about business, but apparently my father screwed over Jimin’s and his father was left without a position. Jimin has always been really close to his family, so it wasn’t a surprise to me that he found it hard to talk to me the day after it happened. It was a surprise however, that he didn’t even try to hear me out even though he knew that I had nothing to do with it. He never spoke to me since then…until now. I also dated Jungkook for a few months back then, until he decided to screw me and leave after the thing with Jimin happened. Taehyung would also pass me in the hallways after I unintentionally sent his application to the wrong university…I was so tired with the applications for medicine, I didn’t even realize what I was doing until they emailed him that the program he is applying for was medical, not for actors. After that he would only talk to Jimin, but he had always liked him the most. I guess they really must have hated me then. They didn’t speak to me ever since October senior year. Not when my grandma passed away, which was the hardest thing in my life, since she was the only person from my family I have even been close to. Not when the other girls from school would pick up fights with me in the hallways. Not even when I overdosed on sleeping pills and was taken to the hospital. Nothing. At the end of the year, I went to prom alone, and after that Jimin left to study modern dance, Tae made it into a couple universities for acting and Jungkook would major in art. I was left with my medicine in Seoul, Which brings me to that night, on my first college party, when I met you.”

You lifted your head to see that Hobi was staring at you with a mix of sadness and compassion pooling from his eyes.

“I see why you don’t want to talk to them,” he finally said.

“Yeah…well, c’mon now. It’s your turn” you pushed him playfully.

He exhaled.

“Okay, so. I’m from Gwangju. And my family was shit pretty much. My mom left when I was born after spending a few years with my father and my older sister. Ever since I can remember, my father has been drinking heavily and would gamble all the time. He would spend every single won my sister made and she was forced to work part-time since she was fifteen. She left soon after she turned seventeen, but has always been contacting me and never stopped sending me part of the money she made. She is smart and it was easy for her to be noticed by companies and get jobs early on. In the beginning I made money with dancing, which is actually something as a passion of mine” he chuckled.

“Wow, I never even thought of that,” you gasped, your brain denying the fact that you definitely liked to get attached to dancers, apparently.

“Yeah… and in high school I was never a kid who had a lot of friends, but no one ever tried to make fun of me either, I guess I was just minding my own business and they knew I could get physical if I had to, so no one bothered me. All of my friends were older, I had a few that I would hang out with, but they were constantly travelling, they should be in college now, but I don’t know where exactly.”

“What are their names” you asked curiously.

“Doesn’t really matter, but the closest person in my life, other than you and my sister, was a guy that was an year older than me, named Yoongi. As I said, I don’t really know where he is right now…”

Hoseok went silent, which indicated that this was all he could say.

Comparing his past to yours, you felt bad that you always made such a fuss about your issues, when he had it much worse than you, but was always the one to hold you.

“I’m sorry… I never knew…”

“I was that messed up, I know” Hobi smiled a little, “but don’t be sorry Y/N. You had only made my life better for all it matters. Much better.

You smiled back at him and allowed yourself to get a little closer to his body.

You two stayed like that for a while when Hoseok broke the silence.

“You know sometimes I think…about when we first met” he was looking down.

“I think about what you did.” He moved his hand on your thigh.

“What I did?” your heartbeat was speeding up again, and this time your brain could not think straight, because there was just one think Hoseok could be talking about.

“Yeah… you don’t remember… but you kissed me. A few times” he said neither closing, nor increasing the distance between the two of you.

“Yeah, I guess I did” was all you could say and cursed silently.

It wasn’t your fault, you’ve never been in such situation with a boy. Jungkook has always been much more for the action and less for the words kinda guy.

“Yeah… sometimes I wonder…”

You wonder?

“I wonder what it would feel like, if you kissed me again” he spoke all in once.

…

“Why don’t you come and find out” you said bluntly, which immediately regretted, but when you lifted you head to say “sorry” you saw Hoseok just inches from you.

You were now pressed back and his body was shadowing over yours. His face was so close to yours and your eyes went down to his plump pink lips, which were getting closer with every second. Hoseok soon closed all distance between you and your lips met his, soft and hot. He pressed them onto yours a couple of times before you felt his wet tongue asking for access, which you gave right away and he collided into you. Soon enough his hand was on your bare waist and the other was softly placed on your neck. He pulled away so you can both take a breath.

“Has Jungkook ever kissed you like that?” he asked, but there was nothing cocky in his question. You felt like he honestly cared if anyone has kissed you like he really meant it, in the way he did.

“No” was all you said, before his lips were once again onto yours.

He was good, the way his tongue explored every part of your mouth, they was his lips felt onto yours and the way he sucked and bit them making them red and swollen.

His lips moved to you jawline, placing wet kisses all along and eventually finding your neck, where he gently bit once again, making you moan.

“Shit, Y/N, do that again,” he said and bit even deeper making sure to leave a purple mark on your soft spot, moans leaving your body.

He had moved his hand down to your lower body and was slowly making his way between your legs. He played with the waistband of your sweatpants and then your panties as he eventually slipped his hand to your bare core. You moaned his name in the kiss, which apparently was a turn on, because he moaned back and you felt a finger slide against your entrance. More moaning and soon the fingers were three.

“Please” was all you could say through hitched breath.

“Fuck, baby, you are so wet for me, it drives me insane” Hobi said, the grip on your neck tightening as he kissed you and let a finger slide into you.

You were now a moaning mess, and Hoseok was only making it harder for you. He eventually added the other two fingers and was skillfully sliding them in and out of you, slowly, but very surely leading you to your high.

“Hobi… Hoseok, I’m … fuck, I’m close” you cried in his bare chest.

“Not yet baby”, he said, and with that, slid all of his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and needy.

You whined with displease, but Hobi made sure to not leave you like that for too long.

“Babygirl, I want to feel you around me,” he said and positioned himself in between your legs.

You wasted no time as your hands immediately went down and unbuckled his jeans and slid them off, leaving him in his boxers around his very hard member.

You threw your legs around him and kissed him in excitement, but pulled back when nothing happened. Hoseok looked at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want this Y/N? Because I can’t… I mean I don’t really know what we are, or what we are gonna be. But… I know that I love you and I won’t leave, so…”

“I want you” you said interrupting him and with a kiss, he slid right into you, stretching you out completely.

“Fuck, you are so tight” he almost growled as he gave you time to adjust and started moving slowly at first. He eventually picked up his pace, and you buried your head in his neck leaving small hickeys and moaning into the kisses.

His hips were driving you insane, each motion getting you a step closer to your orgasm, as your moans became hotter and louder.

“Are you close, Y/N?” he asked though a moan.

Yes, God, yes, please” you said and Hobi slowed down his movements, making each thrust harder and sloppier, when eventually with one last slam you kissed him and came, with him reaching his high just seconds later and letting you ride out your orgasm.

He pulled out of you and let himself fall right next to you in complete bliss, while you were trying to catch your breath. He then got up and came back soon after bare-chested and wearing only shorts with a warm cloth and wiped you off, putting your panties back on. Then he laid next to you, hugging you closely and plopping a blanket over the two of you.

“I love you, Y/N” he said and kissed you sweetly one last time.

“I love you, Hobi” you said back and threw your arms around him, slowly drifting to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat, for the first time in forever truly happy and away from all sorrow.

You opened your eyes slowly to the early morning sunlight shining through the curtains in the living room. It took a few seconds before you remembered completely what happened the night before and the moment all memories completely returned to your mind, you propped yourself up on your elbows, slight headache reminding you of the two bottles of wine that you downed yesterday. You groaned and turned around to see if Hoseok was still next to you. And he was. His arm still loosely hanging around you, his face fully relaxed, making the usual devilish vibe about him disappear and leaving his angelically beautiful features exposed. You unconsciously smiled and extended your hand to touch his flawless skin with the back of your hand.

You saw the corners of his mouth move up as he reached for your hand on his face and interlaced your fingers with his. He slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at you. You were surprised by that sudden movement and dipped back pulling the blanket over your head to which Hoseok just laughed.

“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked surprised by your actions.

He came closer and tried to pull the blanket down, but you held it tight letting only one eye out.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m ugly early in the morning” you muttered and tried to get the blanket out of his grip, but he was much stronger and just pulled it all away from your face.

“Baby you are so pretty,” he whispered and before you realized, he gave you a peck.

“Are you blind, my hair is messy and my makeup is probably smudged all over my face?” you protested.

“No” he just said and then kissed you harder adding his tongue to the kiss and leaving you breathless, without anything else to say.

“God, I could kiss you all the time” he smiled and then continued peppering kisses all over you.

You giggled completely lost in happiness, until you realized how weird it was to be completely unbothered by anything. When you suddenly remembered reality and jumped away from Hoseok’s grip, who was now going lower to your neck.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” he asked in worry.

“The exam, my exam, today, now” you practically blurted out as you made your way to your phone to see the time.

When you finally reached the table where you left your phone last night, you looked at the screen in panic. 9:00 am.

Good. Good. You sat back on one of the chairs. You had time, since your exam was from 11:00 am.

You lifted your head when you saw Hobi enter the kitchen and almost gasped out loud. Yeah he was practically naked into you last night, but seeing him like that in the light of day was different. He had perfect proportions, not too muscly, but not too skinny, long legs, broad shoulders and just slightly visible abs. You caught yourself staring and turned your head blushing at the sight. You couldn’t afford to be that distracted. Not before the most important exam of the year.

Hobi came to you and lifted your chin with one finger.

“You’re not late, relax” he laughed. “I am going to leave now and let you get in the right mind for a test.” He went on and you almost whined.

“And after that, you are going to go and talk to Jimin” he continued unbothered and ignored the face you made.

“Um, sorry sir, just because I let you get lucky, does not mean you can tell me what to do now” you stood up and stuck a finger into his chest.

“No, but you would still listen to me, ain’t that right?” he wiggled his eyebrows and jumped away just in time to miss the punch that was coming at his face.

He moved closer one last time and gave you a long and passionate kiss.

“You are gonna do great Y/N. At everything today” he said assuring, and somehow you believed him once again.

“But what if I don’t” you said in small voice.

“Well, if you don’t, I’m just one call away” he smiled and with that disappeared into the other room to get dressed and leave you alone, to deal with everything else in the world.

***

You couldn’t concentrate throughout the exam. Your mind was periodically flying off to last night and Hoseok or to what would follow this afternoon. So you were quite surprised when the arbiter gave you your evaluation paper that said that you got overall 90%.

“You demonstrate great knowledge and precision, Ms. Kim, although we believe that you would have done even better if you weren’t so hm… distracted.” Said the woman who gave you the evaluation form dryly, to which you thanked and left the room.

It was okay. 90% was less than your usual scores, but it was better than Hoseok, so you considered it as a success.

You were now out in the sun, which would normally do you good, since you loved sunny days, but today it was just making your headache worse and the thought of Jimin more tiring.

You sat on the grass and took a few deep breaths. You moved your hand through your backpack trying to find your phone meanwhile finding a bag of nuts that you also got out to snack on. With shaky fingers, you unlocked your phone and went to messages, where Jimin and the rest have been spamming you apparently since the beginning of last summer. You tried not to read everything else that was sent, as your mind focused only on finding the address of their current location.

You eventually found it and headed to your car (a present by your parents for finishing the first school year), where you got the information in the GPS and headed there.

On the way, you were focusing on everything else, but the slow anger burning in your bones, trying to ignore it, as if it would disappear if you wouldn’t acknowledge its existence long enough. You almost passed a few red lights and ran over a squirrel in your haze, and eventually your GPS announced that you had reached your destination.

You parked in front of the white building where they lived and closed your eyes massaging your temples.

You were going there to talk. Not to beat them up again, or to run. To talk.

You opened the door and went out. Just talk. You took a step ahead, and you almost fell, your heel getting stuck in between two stones on the ground. You cursed under your breath and at yourself that you hadn’t picked something less flashy to put on in the morning.

Another thing that had also changed throughout the year was your style. Before, in high school you were quite used to wearing more boyish outfits, wide t-shirts and loose pants, making sure to fit in with the other boys. After you left, you had decided that together with the hair and location, you also needed to change your wardrobe. For a weekend you had thrown away all old clothes and stack up on “girl clothes” that included short skirts, cropped tops and skinny jeans, which with time you got used to wearing and even felt nice that you were finally free to feel like an actual girl. So without taking to account the fact that you were visiting your old friends that day, after taking a shower in the morning, you had thrown a short skirt and a shirt that enhanced your features and a pair of your favorite heels that showed off your legs.

You shrugged, trying to ignore the fact that the boys were not the only ones that had visibly changed and continued to approach their apartment building. How convenient, you thought, that they all lived together. You didn’t have to search for each one of them individually.

The number on the door said “9”, which indicated that you were at the right place, and before you had the time to rethink your actions, you pressed the bell in anticipation, that made you regret eating those nuts at lunch.

You heard slow steps approaching the door, which immediately signalized it was Taehyung that would open the door, because only he could walk in that manner.

The last few seconds before the door opened were like minutes, in which you became even more anxious and impatient. The initial adrenaline high from the sex with Hoseok last night was wearing off with time. Just when you were about to consider running away once again, the door opened and a not very tall boy that seemed genuinely done with you already stood in front of you. You stood speechless for a few seconds, without any of you saying or doing anything. Finally he moved his hand to his face in a motion of looking at an invisible clock on his wrist.

“Can I help you, orr…” his voice was very slurred and reminded you a bit of Tae and for a moment you wondered whether he is not drunk.

“Um… Sorry, I was looking for Jimin… or Jungkook, or Tae?” you asked still in a position ready to run away at any given point.

”Ah, are you one of the girls from last night? Cuz if you are, they said to tell you, they are not interested in any further communication of any sort” he replied annoyed.

“Last night? Ah no… I’m very confused” you really were. “Will you just tell them that Y/N wanted to talk to them… or whatever?” you said and turned around in rush and anger, just to feel the boy grab your wrist.

“Y/N?” he repeated, now slightly more interested than before.

“Yeah, just tell them that whenever they have a little of their precious time, I would be glad to speak to them?” you continued sarcastically and tried to pull your wrist away from his grip.

“Tsk, you really are something, as they said” the boy smirked and pulled you towards the door.” Come with me.”

You protested for a little while and finally gave up ,since the boy was not letting go, and let him drag you into a dim hallway, all the way to a quite spacious living room, where music was sounding from somewhere, and the air was filled with the thick scent of alcohol.

“Wow” you said out loud really surprised by the never changing abilities of your friends to turn every place into a party hole in no time.

“Yah, Jimin-ah!” the boy shouted through the room. “A little someone has come to look for you! And she’s quite sexy if I do say so myself” he added more to himself, you were sure with the sole purpose to annoy you.

You turned to him and this time managed to pull your wrist away from his hand. You looked at him more carefully. He wasn’t too tall, but considering your height, even a house gnome was taller than you. His hair was bleached white and his clothes were ripped and messy on purpose, which definitely succeeded giving him a “bad boy” vibe, which you were sure most girls were instantly tuned on by.

“First of all, I have a name that I believe you already know, and second of all,” you looked at him with the deadliest glare you could pull off “fuck you.” You simply stated and moved past him making sure to push him lightly and sat on the couch.

He turned around, getting ready for a comeback, but was interrupted by the voice of Jimin entering the room.

“Yoongi, I told you to not let any of the girls, that knock on the door-“ he stated, but then his eyes fell on you and he stopped midsentence.

Yoongi?

You chickled.

“What, do they need to make an appointment, to see you?” you said cockily, not bothering to move your eyes away, suddenly feeling too bold.

Jimin gulped.

“Y/N- ah… you came? I didn’t think you would, after what happened and you weren’t returning any calls or messages and I-“ his voice suddenly became soft again, dropping of his previous act.

“Yeah, well I did.” You simply said.

“So do you have anything to say to me, since my phone is already blocked from your texts?” you continued.

“I’m-“ Jimin tried to speak, but was interrupted by the bedroom door opening.

“Yooo Chimmy boy, who you talkin’ to?” you heard another very well-known voice belonging to no other, than Jungkook, followed by Taehyung.

They, same as Jimin, looked around and the moment they saw you, their smiles vanished as if someone slapped them across the faces.

“Wow, I didn’t want to ruin the mood” you pouted and got up, suddenly feeling vengeful.

You walked to the table close by, as you made sure to bend a little when you sipped water in a cup, so that all of them could see your legs and hear the sound of the heels on the floor. They wanted to see confident, well you could play that. They wanted dirty, you could play that as well.

“Okay, Y/N please don’t hit me again?” Jimin was the first to speak. “First of all, I am so sorry for everything okay? I truly am. I regretted everything the moment I stopped talking to you. But my ego was too big at the time. I am so sorry for being an asshole, when your grandma passed… and when you were taken to the hospital. I am so sorry?”

“You knew I had nothing to do with the stupid company, Jimin” you spoke, this time there was no sugar coating your words.

“I fucking know… but my mom cried all the time and I was stupid, I was dumb” he said once again.

“Yeah, you were.” You agreed, still glaring at him.

He visibly got smaller under your look. You moved your eyes to Taehyung.

“Listen. I am aware that it was my mistake that you missed the application date for your dream university. I am aware of that okay. But you didn’t even gave me the chance to apologize, Tae?” your tone was less accusing, since you believed he was the only one who had a reason to not talk to you, from the three of them.

“I know, I am also sorry.” He quietly said.

“None of my actions after that were justified, I know it” his voice had dropped an octave lower and you didn’t know how to respond to him, since anger was still boiling on the inside.

“And you, little shit?” you said quietly, moving your gaze to Jungkook. “What is your excuse, other than, you fucked me once, and got tired of me?”

You were not shy with Jungkook, since you were most angry with him and with each spoken word, you were moving closer to him, getting dangerously close.

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly why I dumped you, and it had nothing to do with the sex.” He spat back which surprised you, because no, you did not know in fact.

“Excuse me?” your face was heating up and your hands were itching.

“There were plenty of rumors Y/N. I’m not saying they were true, but everyone was saying after we… you know… they were saying that you hooked up with Yugeom. And after the thing with Jimin’s company happened and you fucked up Tae’s application… Well it was quite believable.” He exhaled all in once.

“Ohh, it was believable. So you all preferred to hear everything from someone else, and not your best friend huh?” sarcasm was back.

“We were stupid Y/N” Jimin came a step closer.

“I swear if you say that one more time, I will hurt you again Jimin” your voice cracked.

“Yeah, no shit, you were stupid. The three of you betrayed me and I was hurting. In the worst time of my life, you weren’t there because your ego was more precious. So excuse me for fucking not wanting to see you ever again? Or for kicking your ass, when you come out of nowhere, and all you say is “sorry”?” you were now shouting, and none of the boys were looking at you, except for a pair of curious eyes, that belonged to the other boy you forgot existed for a little while.

You turned your head away from him.

“So all you can say is nothing. Huh?” you scream at them once again.

You hear a quiet sob and saw that Jimin’s cheeks were now stained. He was crying.

“You have no idea” he really was crying. “How empty our lives were without you Y/N”.

“We all left the universities we got into, and came here to look for you… and beg you to forgive us.” Tae added.

Silence. Another pair of eyes also looked at you with sadness in them. Jungkook.

“Don’t expect me. To forgive you, just because you came back.” You said quietly.

“We are not expecting that.”

“Don’t expect things to be like before all of a sudden.” You added.

“We are not, just please. Just give us a chance?”

You didn’t give an answer. Just turned around to look for some food. Because for some reason. You were hungry. The burning pit in your stomach was not there, and all you wanted to do was eat something, which made you chuckle at the ways your body reacted.

Even though you knew you couldn’t forgive them all of a sudden, you knew you also made mistakes. Now that you knew they were aware of the pain they caused you, you felt ease in your gut. And you knew you missed them.

After you finally found a piece of pizza at the back of the table, you turned around with a softer smile.

“You are a bunch of assholes,” you breathed out and you saw their faces relax, as if they’ve been let of from a death sentence.

“So… I don’t want to ruin the moment… but. Was the black Mercedes down your car” asked the boy with the bleached hair who was now sitting by the window.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… while you were speaking about your life struggles or whatever, they picked it up.” He stated.

“They what?” you blinked at his direction.

“Parking around his is illegal baby, so I don’t know why you did it, but they picked up your car and left.” He shrugged and moved away from the window.

“And you didn’t feel the need to tell me?!?” you shouted at him.

“I didn’t want to ruin the moment, sweetheart? And imagine if it wasn’t your car and someone else’s. Now is the car more important than friendship, I don’t think so” he said smiling, and it was obvious that he was mocking you by now.

“Go to hell…” you sighed, while picking out the phone from your pocket and calling Hoseok.

He picked just after one ring.

“Hey babe” his soothing voice came from the other side of the line.

“Hey” you said thankful for finally hearing something neither annoying, nor painful.

“How did it go, where are you?” he asked.

“I’m good… but, my car got picked up. Will you come a pick me up and I’ll tell you everything later” you said.

“No problem baby, just send me the address, and I’ll be there,” he assured you.

“Thank you” you said and hung up.

You lifted your eyes up and they fell once again on that odd boy. There was something about him that reminded you of someone. The way he moved and talked, laid back. And the way he would always pick up small fights with you, even though you had barely talked to him. He reminded you of… of…

Hoseok?

…

Yoongi?

He visibly noticed the way your eyes widened as you were staring at him.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked trying to sound calm, but it was obvious that for the first time tonight, you made him a bit nervous.

“Do you… by any chance… know a person, named Hoseok?” you barely said and by Yoongi’s reaction, you knew he did.

“I do. Do you?” he asked again trying to sound careless, but failing.

In that, very second you heard the doorbell ring and the door opened, with the voice of Hobi coming from the hallway. You got up from the table and half ran towards the hallway, just to almost crash into Hoseok. He reacted in the last second, seeing you and opening his arms to catch you. Before you could say anything or to warn him, he moved closer and locked lips with you, silencing even the quiet music in the background.

When he pulled away, your legs feeling like jello, his eyes fell on the audience, and for the tenth time that day, you were in a room with people, absolutely unaware of what to do, in order to get a 100% on that chapter of life.

A/N: I hope anyone who read it, enjoy it, thanks for taking the time / I will try to upload much more often I promiiise + Its going to get much more hardcore and exciting, so I hope you will like it in the future as well <3

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Eyyyyyy mate, could I maybe get some RFA+V+Unknown scenarios with a tomboy MC? Full package of Mistaken For Gay kind of tomboy (short hair, wears men's clothes, lacks makeup 95% of the time, has more guy friends than girl friends, etc., etc.), whole nine yards. Not gonna go through the trouble of discluding Jaehee because reasons but you can write that one platonic or romantic as you see fit. as a smol straight tomboy i want to feel validated here because obvious reasons

Ofc!! You’re beautiful just the way you are!!

RFA +V + Saeran react to Tomboy MC

Yoosung- Yoosung was surprised when he saw you for the first time. - You never came off as very feminine, but for some reason he pictured you with long hair and softer features. - So when you show up to the party wearing a similar outfit to his own he was definitely thrown for a loop. - “Yoosung? Hi! It’s me, MC!” He blinked in response. - “MC… is that, really you?” - You immediately knew why he was confused and you were crushed. - You didn’t blame him, but you had hoped he grew to enjoy your personality more than your external appearance. - “I’m sorry, Yoosung, but this is who I am. I’m not interested in make up and dresses and other feminine things- not that there’s anything wrong with that!!- It’s just really not my cup of tea…” you rubbed your neck sheepishly. - Yoosung blinked once more before shaking his head slightly and smiling. - “MC!! I don’t care if you’re not girly! I just wish you would have told me! We could have coordinated matching bow ties!” he grabbed your hands, finding it hard to make eye contact after what he said. - “I’m glad you are the way you are…”- AWE MY PRECIOUS BBY- When you smiled back up at him he thought he was gonna faint. - You were breathtaking.

Zen- When he flirted with you over chat he did refer to you as very feminine, so to say you were nervous was an understatement. - You really liked him, and it seemed he really liked you, but you knew that your appearance could be called… unexpected. - Jaehee had short hair like you, but her face and body screamed femininity, while yours was much more androgynous. - It wasn’t that you had a problem with how you looked! - You just hoped that your appearance wouldn’t be a deciding factor between you and Zen. - So upon seeing a long white ponytail in front of you it was hard not to panic. - so, like the brave lil tomboy u were, you tapped him on the shoulder. - “Hm, yes-” - “Hi Zen! I’m, uh… I’m MC!” - His eyes opened slightly before a gentle smile took over his once surprised expression. - “You have no idea how much it means to meet you.” he grabbed your hands and kissed your knuckles, treating you like a princess. - “Z-Zen! You don’t… You don’t mind the way I look?”- omg he looked OFFENDED- “MC, what could you possibly mean? You and I are the most gorgeous people in this room!” He winked. - cue ur face turning into a straight up tomato- “But really, MC, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

(I’ll skip Jaehee since you didn’t seem worried whether she was here or not)

Jumin- oh boy was he excited to meet you- Literally felt like a child on christmas morning- He was even more excited when you agreed to wear the dress he bought you. - you seemed hesitant but he concluded that you were worried about cost, which he ensured you he had covered. - he tried hard to keep composure but when word came through that you arrived he spoedwalked to the front of the party like it was NOBODIES business- Jumin is now Nyoomin- He looked around frantically until a gentle tug at his coat sleeve caught his attention.- “Hi Jumin, I’m MC.” you greeted warmly. - “MC…” He looked down upon you and you looked… uncomfortable. - “MC, are you okay? Is the dress the right size? You seem unhappy…”- Just like you could read through his bullshit he could read through yours. - You sighed, having dissapointed him in your eyes. - “I’m sorry Jumin, it’s a beautiful dress! And it fits like a glove! It’s just that… I don’t really like wearing dresses. It’s not my style, you know? I’d much rather wear what Yoosung is wearing…” You rubbed your arm, glancing off in Yoosungs direction. - Jumin looked like a kicked puppy, his eyes widened slightly with his lower lip barely puckered out. - “MC I wish you would have told me… I never want to be the reason you’re uncomfortable or don’t feel beautiful.” He grabbed your hands in his. - awe this man is too good and too kind- “Jumin it’s okay, I just thought you wouldn’t find me beautiful if I-”- OH HE WAS HAVING NONE OF THIS- “I would have to be the stupidest man on earth to not find you mind numbing my beautiful! No matter what you’re wearing, you’re my MC.”- … His MC?- Jumin realized what he just said and coughed, breaking eye contact. - “I- uh, What I meant by that was-”- you cut off his stutters by giggling behind your hand. - “It’s okay Jumin. I… I feel the same way.”- The smile that just lit up that man’s face is a smile you would never forget.

Seven- Bruh u could have shown up wearing Optimus Prime cosplay and he would still be like “LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL MC!!”- 100% loves how tomboyish you are. - When you arrived he nearly tackled you with a hug. - “MC!! You’re finally here! In person! HOW CRAZY IS THAT!!”- “Seven! Calm down! It’s just me…”- oh was that a smidge of SELF DOUBT HE DOTH HEAR?!?- oh no sweaty ;)- not on his watch- “Ya, MC, just you. that’s like saying the Mona Lisa is JUST a painting! or that Doge is JUST a meme!”- awe that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to u :’)- Seven understood your attitude though, when the waiter addressed you as sir. - He saw your confidence drop and knew exactly how to fix it!- “Actually, sir, it’s ma'am-”- “I think he was referring to moi~” you looked over and he had a LONG ASS WIG ON WTF WHERE DID HE GET THAT??!- you broke out in laughter as he used a redoculous high voice. - “See, MC? that waiter was just stupid! If putting on a wig makes him question my gender shows that he’s the problem, not you, so keep on keepin on with ya cute self!”- and that you did.

V- Honestly V had no clue bc u know he’s basically blind. - He could almost see your silhouette but just barely. - He was so overjoyed to meet you that he didn’t really consider that much about what you look like. - He was falling in love with your kind personality. - “Excuse me, sir, would you like anything to drink?”- V was about to answer when you cut him off. - “A-Actually, it’s ma'am.”- wait he wasn’t a ma'am what are you talking abo-- “I’m terribly sorry ma'am! please what would you like to drink?”- you ordered and he turned to V- “And you, sir?”- wait… the waiter thought you were a sir?- V ordered and as soon as the waiter left V smiled. - “Was the waiter blind too?”- when you didn’t laugh, but instead sigh, he got concerned. - “If you could see how much I looked like a boy you wouldn’t be surprised.”- oh no MC- “Well, then, even though I’m blind, I can clearly see a beautiful woman standing in front of me.”- “V… That’s very sweet but i’m over here.” you giggled, tapping on his shoulder. - V turned towards the sound of your voice, an embarrassed blush painting his cheeks. - “Ah, I’m sorry… but i still find you incredibly beautiful, MC.”- AWE V

Unknown (I’m gonna have this where he is found and at the party with Seven so this is where u meet him but u 2 had been talking and such on the messenger app b4)

- Despite his cold demeanor, Saeran wasn’t intentionally cruel- unless u were Seven lolol- but otherwise he was just straight up neutral. - so when u introduced yourself you were expecting a “hey dude/bro/other masculin nickname” - but instead when you said hi all you got was a “hey mc”- okay could u be ANY MORE disinterested. - you managed to talk to him, your nerves not easing throughout the conversation, afraid that he’ll bring up your appearance. - It takes him a while to notice your discomfort. - you’re in the middle of talking when he cuts you off - “Hey, stop acting all… tense and shit.”- ???- how did he know??- “I’m sorry, Saeran… I just thought you would reject me sooner or later.”- he raised an eyebrow - “It’s just that I look so much like a boy and-”- “Do I look like someone who gives a flying fuck about what people wear? For the love of God, MC, I wear chokers and I paint my nails. Fuck what society thinks a girl needs to look like. Who cares?”- you just stared at him in awe- “Wow… Thanks, Saeran.”- He looks back at you, ruffling your hair and the smallest hint of a smile graces his face. - “Don’t mention it.”

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