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rafebangme · 2 months ago

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

summary: ♪ am i making you feel sick ♫ - you and rafe get into a heated argument at a party because he starts brushing you off when you try to talk to him:( angst.

warnings: heavy drinking, strong language, strong themes, classism, drugs, yelling, insecurities, arguing, mention of cheating, toxic relationship.

a/n: omg hello my first story on my blog and its angst LOL. mb its like 2am and im listening to ethel cain soooo enjoy (?)

you were sitting quite comfortably on the end of the couch, watching your boyfriend laugh and talk loudly with his friends, scooping a little bit of coke out of a baggy sitting on the glass coffee table in front of you every so often. were you impartial to his coke addiction? no. but did you want to get in another shit fight about how worried you are and how much rafe doesn't care because he's 'fine' ? also hell no. so you sit there, looking pretty, minding your own business.

rafe shifts to the edge of the couch, leaning towards his dickhead friends as he tells them a story of how he ate shit on his motorbike the other day - funny - you instinctively reach your arm out and gently caress his bicep as he gets to the particularly 'funny' part of the story, where he explains how he was thrown a few feet but got out of the situation 'with only a few scratches.' in the split second that your hand makes contact with his arm, his eyes dart to your hand in his peripheral and he immediately yanks his arm away without missing a beat.

you pause, arm still lingering in the air from where it once was and a pang of hurt strikes in your chest. kelce and topper noticed as it happened and silently scoffed to themselves, but continue listening to your boyfriend talk. you squirm in your seat, now feeling more and more self-conscious about your position at this random kook party.

after a little while, you decide that he probably just wasn't thinking or got distracted trying to tell the story, that he didn't mean it. so once again, rafe was now leaning back into the couch man spreading (of course), you decide to casually rest your closest hand on the top of one of his thighs. the way that he usually did around guys wherever the two of you would go, all protective, though he hadn't done it once at this party all night.

your hand sits there for a few seconds this time but now you notice rafe's head turn towards you, and you look right into his eyes before he flashes you this halfway disgusted and irritated look, before he once again swats your hand off of him.

now you were upset. it was clearly on purpose. both times. so you tap your foot for a second, weighing your options. your situation was a bit shit, boyfriend is deciding to be an ass towards you in front of his judgey kook friends, and you have no way of getting home that wouldn't be like a three hour walk alone in the dark. you roll your eyes at him, though he isn't even looking at you, and get up quickly before walking off in another direction.

you don't even know where you're going, its dark, the figure eight mansion is packed full of random people and you have never been here before. somehow you find yourself in a second kitchen on another level of the house, its a lot more quiet and there are a small group of people playing pool so you decide to watch the game.

"hey, do you play?" a deep voice asks, you turn around, pretty startled having not been talked to by anyone all night.

"oh- hi, er- no i'm pretty bad at pool, i've only played it once when i was drunk" you reply awkwardly. you couldn't recognise the guy, but he was definitely a kook, must not be someone rafe knows because you thought you knew just about everyone on figure eight because of your king kook boyfriend.

the deep voice laughs a little before looking at the pool table, the current game is almost at an end, only two balls left to sink, "i could teach you? if you wanted to be on my team maybe?"

you nervously laugh and glance at the pool table before looking around instinctively for rafe, obviously you realise he's too busy being an asshole to care where you are right now, nor who you're talking to.

"honestly i think i'm a hopeless case, but thanks for the offer... er, you wouldn't happen to know anyone sober that would offer a ride home?" you hesitantly ask, realising you were way too tired to deal with anything or anyone for the rest of the night.

"uh, yeah i do actually, i haven't had a lick of anything the whole night" he admits, lips pursed together as if he's embarrassed by it.

your eyes widen a little, you weren't an idiot, you weren't the type to just get into anyone's car and drive off without telling someone where you're going... but you were desperate for a ride home and the guy in front of you had kind of a nerdy look to him. not really the kidnapping type, you concluded.

"oh, guess i'm pretty lucky i can't play pool then" you laughed a little.

he shrugged and glanced at the pool table before looking back at you, "guess so, so was that a yes to the ride home?"

you nodded politely and he said something about heading down to the front yard where he'd parked. you followed close behind him as the two of you made your way back through the mansion and the crowds of drunk kooks.

finally you were standing outside, watching as the pool table guy walked towards a range rover when suddenly you feel a harsh grip on your arm as you're forcefully turned around.

"rafe- ow what the fuck!" you exclaim, tearing your arm from his bruising grip. he threw back the rest of whatever he was drinking before scoffing at the sight in front of him, pool table guy now standing at his car with his arms folded as you stood between them.

"where the fuck do you think you're going with him? huh??" he shook his head, "think your trashy pogue ass can just cheat on me at a party that i invited you to??"

"cheat?? what rafe-" you began, but his yelling cut you off again.

he narrowed his eyes at you and back at pool table guy who was now walking closer to cut in himself, "fucking ridiculous, this is what i get for dating a fucking pogue. i can't believe you y/n."

you were fighting back tears at this point, but felt the burning hot rage rise inside you like a volcano, and you erupted.

"how fucking dare you accuse me of cheating rafe cameron! you know i would never fucking cheat on you! i left you at that table with your buddies to do coke all you pleased because you kept fucking swatting me away like i was some desperate stranger!"

his eyes widened at your outburst, you two had been in yelling matches before but the way you were giving him a tongue lashing now was something he'd never experienced before.

"this guy was nice enough to let me know i can actually get a fucking ride home because i was just stranded somewhere random in this fucking mansion! and you don't even care to fucking look for me until i catch your eye because you think im cheating rafe?? why do you care if im cheating anyway. im just a 'dirty fucking pogue.' am i making you feel sick rafe? can you just so not believe that you ever slept with a pogue!"

"y/n, i didn't mean all that- fuck! god, look what you've gone and made me say" he yelled, now directing his anger to the pool table guy.

he just shrugged, "dude you left her to wonder around, can't be surprised when another guy tries to get in her pants... pogue or not, she's hot"

you could see the gears turn in rafe's head before he finally attempts to lunge at the pool table guy, thank fully you put your entire body weight into pushing rafe back and even though you weren't really doing much, pool table guy was already driving out halfway out the mansion's gates.

rafe finally straightens up and then looks at you wordlessly, you take the opportunity to speak again, "don't ever fucking treat me like that again rafe. i'm too tired to have this conversation right now, we're going back to yours. i want to sleep."

still breathing heavily, he looks up past you before making eye contact with you again, "okay."

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sparklyskies0 · 2 months ago

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good girl!R who has strict parents, bad boy!matt could care less and shows up at her window at like 2 am, just because he missed her

You couldn’t sleep, when you tried you ended up tossing and turning. The sounds of your sheets moving and ruffling filling the room. There was no specific reason for you to be sleepless but here you were, up at 2am reading a book. Your back pressed against the cold headboard, your lamp beside your bed casting a warm dim light in the room.

The whole house was quiet, as expected considering the time. The only possible sounds were the wind and the trees brushing against the side of the house occasionally. As you read and flipped through pages, you heard a sudden thump coming from the side of you. Your head snaps up, glancing at your window that is only partly opened but is covered by your white thin curtains.

Deeming the simple sound nothing you continued to read. Biting at your fingernails as you do so, a bad habit you have. It did not take long for the thumping to persist. You place the book down, throwing your legs over to step out of your bed. You make your way to your window which is where you suspect the sounds to be coming from.

You step in front of it, opening the curtains slightly to look outside. About a second later, matt jumps out slapping his hands against the glass startling you. You jump back, letting out a startled squeal. Matt, begins laughing softly. Reaching his hands pulling up the window, stepping in the room. "oh my god, matt!" you hit him in the chest.

"my heart almost stopped" you say to him. he pulls you in a tight playful embrace, his chin resting on top of your head. "sorry doll" he apologizes, still laughing slightly. "that wasn't funny you scared me" you say

" ah you're fine it's just me" he sways you back and forth. You pull away from the hug, looking at him "why are you here?, matt its 2 in the morning" you say, in a low whisper.

Its not out of the ordinary for matt to sneak into your room in the middle of the night or ever, it's his only way of getting in considering your parents have been on top of you 24/7 since you got together. Your parents have banned him from stepping foot in the house, but who is that stopping? it definitely isn't matt.

"cause why not? i missed you.. for a second i thought your parents shipped you away or somethin" he says, his hands wrapping around your waist. you chuckle at his words. You cant help but smile at him.

"why're you up anyway princess?" he scanned your face, you look so gorgeous in the dark light but also visibly restless. "couldnt sleep.. thought i should catch up on reading" you say simply

The corners of his mouth curling slightly at that, no matter what the case was, you always found time to read. He won't say it out loud but he loved that about you.

"i got somethin that can help with that.." he trails, his head dropping down to kiss on your neck. You let him, biting your lip at the feeling of his soft lips.

You moan softly, subconsciously tilting your head to the side giving him more access. He pulls you closer, flush against him.

His hands trailing down to your sides, caressing your curves, moving down to your ass. He squeezes it gently. Backing you up, till you reach your bed. He brings his face to yours, attaching your lips.

You hum into it, your tongue immediately begging for access.

After a while you pull away from the kiss, your lips already swollen. "my parents are sleeping" you whisper, looking at him.

"then try to be quiet" his voice barely above a whisper against your ear.

ᥫ᭡ Authors note

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obislittleone · 1 year ago

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Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me

Dbf!Joel Miller x College!Reader

A/n: Listen… I don’t have any excuse for ditching my other three active series except for tiktok made me do it… That, and the CLM series by @macfrog has ascended me to a new level of crazy and I just needed an outlet for it somewhere. Another shoutout to @theatrelove3000 who keeps putting up with my dbf joel shenanigans, they are indeed insane.

Warnings: girl this whole concept should be a warning but anyways… age gap, some fluff, light smut, uncomfortable situations with readers father… probably some editing mistakes bc ya girl is tired ok its 2am

Please be kind to this chapter, I actually like it, despite the horrors.

Decided on the song ‘Mary On A Cross‘ by Ghost for this one bc it fits ig.

MASTERLIST

Age gap is approximately 15 years or so, reader is over 21 and joel is about 37

"I think I'd probably only slow'ya down," you chuckled, looking to Sarah who seemed to read the displeasure off your face from your dad's offer. "I'm studyin' to be an archeologist, dad. I don't know nothin' about framin' and all that house buildin'..."

Maybe it had been your dad's idea, but he wasn't the one who planted it into his own head. Joel subtly turned to you and cooly uttered a response.

"You could work on interior stuff with me."

It had been almost three days.

You looked out the window to the front of your house repeatedly to try and remember it clearly. The drive home, the kiss, and how abruptly it ended with a promise to see each other around. You thought about it so often you almost wondered if it happened the way you perceived it, if any details had been skewed in your mind simply because you wanted to keep it there, fresh, untouched. Maybe he thought of it differently... but maybe he didn't.

"Did you bring home the stuff I asked ya?" Your dad came into the kitchen with a smile, embracing you with a side hug and turning to help you unpack the groceries.

"Course' I did, Pa," you handed him the bag with the six-pack of bud and the other one full of snacks.

It was the first Rangers game night, and as per tradition, that meant the company of the next-door neighbors. It had been a while since you'd been around to enjoy it, but now that you were back, there were quite a few more reasons why you were on edge to now participate. It would look weird if you came up with an excuse not to be there, and you knew that. You also knrw that you'd gotten into a rather complicated entanglement with your father's closest friend, and weren't sure what the outcome really was.

Had that driveway light not spooked you both apart, and had that little black stray cat not made an appearance, how far would it have gone? Things were pretty heated, but even still. Would he have said something? Maybe along the lines of 'I've known you since you were sixteen, and this isn't appropriate at all.'

You didn't have time to think about it, you were set to work on helping your dad cook dinner for the soon-arriving neighbors. Dinner and a baseball game, once a relaxing and enjoyable time to bond with your dad, now turned into an anxiety fest where you were convinced you'd have to walk on pins and needles around every topic.

"So," your dad piped up from his silence at the stove, stirring the pot of chili he'd been prepping. "Joel told me he gave you a ride 'few nights back."

You knew it was harmless, and that he wasn't asking for any reason, other than that he was probably curious. You hadn't seen Joel in a while, not since two Christmases ago. Your dad had driven up to Dallas to spend both Thanksgiving and Christmas with you last year, and you didn't come home for summer break given an internship opportunity. You must have seemed different to the man in some way. All grown up.

"Yeah, gave me a ride n' saved me at the bar," you chuckled, trying to seem playful and unsuspicious about the encounter.

He seemed to be confused, his brows furrowed and a funny look on his face.

"Whad'ya mean he saved ya?" he of course was continuing to speak all the while dumping his favorite spices into the pot of chili, looking across here and now to keep engaged.

"Just scared off some weirdo who couldn't take no for an answer," you let a sweet and genuine smile fall across your features, but didn't let it get out of hand. Your relationship with your father was airtight, and he could read you pretty damn well. You weren't going to give anything away, not with what was potentially on the line.

"Glad he was there," he replied with a chuckle, sending you a soft glance. "Never thought you'd have grown up so fast, now I gotta carry a shotgun whenever we go places. Fend off the wild beasts."

His jokes were only so funny now, because in this situation, you knew he wouldn't hesitate to shoot Joel if he found out what had happened. All in the nature of protecting you, but it made you sad to think of the situation that way. Joel wasn't just another weirdo following you around at a bar.

"It's only because I'm so pretty," you did your best to respond lightheartedly, making a quip that would soothe the silence. "And I believe that's yours and Mama's fault, givin' me the genes and what not."

You'd finished chopping a nice garden salad by the time the doorbell rang. You ran upstairs to change your shirt to the Jersey your dad bought you for your birthday, claiming it was good luck for the team. Truth be told, you didn't wanna be downstairs when Joel and Sarah got here.

Sarah was here, too. Her, you could easily handle. You were almost hoping that she would be in a rather talkative mood, that way the attention could be swayed to her inconspicuously. You doubted Joel would even try to talk to you, anyway.

"Lovebug, come on down, Millers are here!" Your dad shouted up, even though he saw you run upstairs right when the doorbell rang to change your shirt.

"I'm comin', hold on," you replied sassily while heading for the staircase.

You got to the bottom and had to take a breath before turning the corner into the entryway. Joel stood there with a sweet smile to you, and you tried your best to hold back the one you wore. It was too bright, too happy to see him. All despite your nerves.

You were quickly embraced by Sarah, whom you paid immediate attention to.

"My lordy, girl," you held up your hand by your shoulder to show the height difference, "last time I saw you, you must've been this tall."

"Dad tells me I'm growing like a weed," she tossed a finger over her shoulder to where he was standing, and you gave him a small glance and a smile.

"Us daughters do have a tendency to grow up," you laughed, slinging an arm around Sarah and pulling her along to the kitchen as your dad and Joel did the same behind you.

Why had you been so anxious? Joel is happy to see you. He makes causal conversation with your dad, but he catches your eye every chance he gets. His expression doesn't change, except for the tug of his lips in a smile that's barely there. Joel doesn't smile too often, except apparently when you and Sarah are around.

It doesn't take long for everyone to get situated with their food at the table, playful banter between Joel and your father filling the air as you made less rambunctious chatter with Sarah.

She's doing pretty well since last you saw her. She was always a bright girl, but as she grew it became more apparent that she would probably excel further than anyone in her graduating class. You were sitting across from a future valedictorian, you were sure.

You'd tried to ask her about her out of school interests before your dad interrupted with a question.

"How about you, lovebug?" He watched your eyes flick over to him with a turn of your head. He added context, given you hadn't been listening to them earlier. "Are you gonna look for a summer job?"

You really should, if you're being honest. There's not much work in your aspiring profession located here, but you weren't as lucrative as you used to be, given your educational expenses.

"I've thought about it," you tilted your head back and forth, and your dad seemed to need more from your answer. "I need to earn some cash before I get back to Dallas, but I'm not really sure where to apply."

Sarah seemed to know where this was going before you did. She'd been around the last time your dad was begging Joel to find some help for the contracting team they worked with. But surely your dad doesn't expect you to build houses, does he? Your dream job is to dig holes in the ground, not fill them in and put homes on top.

"We got some spaces to fill, you should come work with us 'few months. The pay's good and you don't have to stay on long, probably just till the end of July."

You gave him a look, and he instantly knew you weren't interested, but you figured you'd try and justify your reasoning. It was an argument either way.

Maybe it had been your dad's idea, but he wasn't the one who planted it into his own head. Joel subtly turned to you and cooly uttered a response.

"You could work on interior stuff with me."

Did he just-?

"S'not much more fun than what your dad's been doin,' but at least it's out of the sun, and easier to learn."

You were almost dumbfounded. Your dad offering you a job that potentially could give you heat stroke with your lack of experience seemed like the worst idea in the world... but working on interior projects? With Joel of all people? Well, that didn't sound so bad.

You didn't want your dad to catch on, of course. Being so protestant of his suggestion, but then falling right into it as soon as Joel was the one to offer would be a dead giveaway to some sort of favoritism to his best buddy. It simply wouldn't look right.

"What kinda interior stuff?"

He smirked. The motherfucker was smirking. He knew you'd changed your mind, but couldn't exactly just come out with it. He understood, but it was still slightly amusing to him.

"Flooring, cabinets, countertops... 's things like that," he explained, knowing you really didn't care what all it entailed. He was still happy to play along. "S'not as fun as archeology, but it pays alright."

You nodded, acting as though you were turning the thoughts over in your head.

"Well, if you're sure I won't mess it up, I'd be happy to try it out," was your final response. You figured it left some leeway in case your father became suspicious, but gave a good enough answer to end the conversation on.

"That's my girl," your dad clapped a hand on your shoulder in excitement. Truth be told he would very much enjoy your presence on a work site. "I'll go ahead and call Eddie in the morning, let 'im know I found someone to replace Charlie for interiors."

It was said more to Joel, you figured, because you didn't really know who either of those people were. He'd nodded to your dad, taking a sip of his beer and then looking back to you. You smiled sweetly, nobody catching it but the one it was meant for.

"Game's gonna start soon," Joel spoke aloud, drawing everyone's eye to the clock over the stove.

Sarah cleared her throat before jumping in on the conversation.

"About that," she looked to her dad with the same puppy dog eyes she used to use against you. He was just as poor at saying no to her when she pulled those bad boys out. "Sammy texted me to ask if it's okay to stay over at her place tonight?"

Joel sighed. He knew that no matter the attempts he made for her to like baseball, it wasn't her thing. It was summer vacation, and he had no reason to say no, so he didn't.

"Is she coming to pick you up?" He began, fishing his keys out of his pocket to drive her if need be. The girl lived five minutes away, he'd be back only a few minutes after the game started, but he didn't really want to leave.

"I can ask her," she pulled her phone back out of her jeans, opened her screen, and checked her messages.

"No need, I can take you," your voice rang out, standing from the table and taking your bowl to the sink. It was a genuine offer, but it was also to get out of the house and process what just happened with the job situation.

Joel was the first one to stand up with you.

"You don't have to-"

"It's fine," you cut him off, leaving no room for discussion. It was lucky he liked you, otherwise, Joel Miller might have put up quite the argument for such a small dilemma. As was his way, of course. He huffed, but accepted he had been overruled.

"Thanks, then." It was mumbled, but there was gratitude in it.

"We gotta hop over to ours real quick and grab my stuff," Sarah told you, waiting for you to return from the kitchen before beginning to head out through the front door. You'd grabbed your keys off where they hung on the wall before going behind her.

"I'll be back soon," you called over your shoulder into the house, and got a chirped 'alright' reply from your dad.

You walked out passed your driveway, seeing the light flicker on as you both went passed the censor on the ground.

"Y'know, I didn't think you'd have caved so fast on that job thing." She had piped up once you were almost to her porch. You found it only slightly funny that she chose the exact topic which had been swirling in your mind since it happened.

"Not sure I really wanna do it, but your dad made it sound better than every time my dad's talked about it, guess he just convinced me," you chuckled, playing it off in a way that she absolutely was about to use against you.

"That's another thing," she turned to you as she backed into the house through the door, only turning once she was inside. "Since when are you friends with my dad?"

She said it in a joking tone, but having known a few things she didn't about interactions that occurred between you and her father, you felt constricted to answer seriously. Probably with a lie if need be.

"I've always gotten along with your dad," you gave her a confused look, accompanied after by a playful smile.

She grabbed her backpack and opened it, checking to make sure she'd taken all the school stuff out before starting to shove things in, her charger, headphones, etc.

"Yeah but... you're just all young and cool and stuff," she shrugged, turning around to walk towards the staircase. "My dad is all old and boring and only talks about baseball."

"Thirty-seven isn't old, babe. My dad is two years from fifty, and I don't even think he's old, yet. Boring? Maybe..." you reasoned, hearing her laugh before she sprinted up the stairs, giving you time to think of some answers before she asked any more questions. Had she really caught onto you that fast? You didn't think you'd acted noticeably. If Sarah was able to see it, then maybe your dad did, too. You needed to be more careful, in that case.

Sarah returned a few minutes later, her backpack now stuffed and her pillow under her arm. You nodded out the door and headed back to your driveway to open the door for her, seeing as though her hands were full.

The drive after Sarah had been dropped off felt so much longer. Maybe it was just your thoughts, or maybe you consciously drove slower to avoid getting home too quickly. Your dad was waiting, but above that, Joel was there, too. Probably sitting back on the leather couch, relaxing with his feet kicked out on the floor. He usually leaned onto the armrest with his elbow, and held his face against the hand it supported. You'd noticed it years ago. He only ever spoke up when your dad did, usually in reply to him.

He was content simply watching the game in the presence of a friend. It was endearing.

When you pulled into the driveway, you had come up with an excuse to not remain downstairs for the duration of the game. It was too risky, and you weren't apparently as good with self-control as you'd thought you were.

You went inside and hung up your keys on the hook, immediately passing the living room on the way to the stairs.

"Hey, lovebug, you missed the top of the first," your dad called. He knew you liked baseball, so if you were to lie and say you didn't want to watch, he'd know something was up.

"Y'know, pa, I think I'm just gonna watch it upstairs, I forgot I still got some stuff to unpack," you peaked your head into the room to respond, and saw that Joel, just as you had pictured, was sitting in his most usual position on the couch, feet out on the floor, arm up with a hand holding the side of his face.

"Can't you do it later?" Your dad pleaded, but you knew, seeing as how your father occupied the recliner, you would have no where else to sit but on the floor or next to Joel. You didn't trust yourself with that.

"I could, but I might fall asleep if I wait too long."

He sighed, throwing an arm in your direction and shooing you away. He wasn't annoyed, but he'd admit he missed watching these games with you. It had been like a tradition, but if Sarah wasn't here either, he wasn't gonna make you stick around.

"Sure you don't wanna stick around? We could use your lucky jersey down here," Joel piped up, lifting his face from his hand and giving you a pair of soft eyes. That was exactly the reason you would not be staying. He didn't even realize how much he affected you, but you'd make sure he did at some point. Maybe you could just tease him a little.

"You're right, it would be a shame to take the lucky jersey with me."

You walked behind your dad's chair, out of his sight, and tauntingly stripped the jersey over your head, revealing the tight black tank top beneath it, just like that night at the bar. Joel's jaw clenched and his eyes turned darker, even under the bright light of the flatscreen in the living room. You never took your eyes away from his as you slung him the jersey.

"Hey pa, can I get you anything from the kitchen before I go upstairs?" You leaned over the back of his recliner, looking at him upside down. He chuckled and shook his head, trying to move your hair from obstructing his vision.

"We're all good, lovebug," he spoke in addition to his physical response, his laughter dying down as you stood back up. "Come on down if you change your mind."

"I'll probably be down later," you spewed a half-lie. You weren't sure if you would be or not, especially if Joel was still lurking in the living room.

You gave those brown eyes one last look before heading straight upstairs.

You grabbed your remote and flicked on the TV. It was already on the right channel, so you tossed the remote aside onto your bed and flopped back into it. You didn’t actually have anything left to unpack, but they would never have known.

Your phone buzzed beside you, and you lifted the screen to your face to see a text from an unsaved number:

Missin you down here…

You’d never put Joel in your contacts, because in highschool, your friends thought it was weird to even text or call him regularly, but you had his number for years, always just as a backup. You’d known it by heart, now, and nearly had it memorized back then, too, for the times you needed his help.

I’d come back if there was an open seat.

A bit sassy of a response, maybe, but you were hoping he’d understand the hidden meaning behind it… Although, Joel didn’t usually pick up on those things very easily.

Open seat right next to me

Yeah, that’s why I’m up here…

You huffed, realizing it wouldn’t be that easy. The three little dots indicating his next response was on the way slightly nerved you. Maybe he took the last text you sent the wrong way. You didn’t mean it to sound badly.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Means that I can’t keep my hands to myself.

You quickly rectified the situation, although you might have gone too far. He was taking far too long to answer, now. The little dots that before nerved you would now be your saving grace if it meant he would just fucking respond, already. You dropped the phone on your chest, raising up and down in a scattered rhythm while you wiped your hands over your face. Your phone vibrated over your shirt and you immediately opened it.

I can’t either. Stay up there.

You breathed out a sigh of relief. He was thinking the same things you were, and likely was under more stress for it, given he sat right across from your dad, responding to his comments about the game here and there. Your dad had no idea what was happening right under his nose.

Wasn’t thinking about leavin.

This little back and forth went on, the majority of the game, in fact. It was more-so about the plays then on, because you didn’t have anyone to talk to up here.

Joel thought it a bit funny, your dad would say something oddly specific about one of the players, and then you’d text him right after saying the exact same thing. You’d been a product of watching baseball with your old man for just about ever.

“I’m thinking about gettin’ some tickets over the summer for a game or two. They’re always cheaper in them group packages, you n’ Sarah should come along,” your dad was barely paying any attention to the words he spoke, but they came flowing out anyway, clear and cool. “Could be fun.”

Joel knew that there was only so much group interaction he could handle with you, and you with him. It stands to why you’re upstairs, an he’s down here, fist wrapped tightly around your lucky jersey. All out of your father’s sight, of course.

“It could be. Don’t think Sarah’s much for baseball anymore, though.”

He’d hoped that your dad would drop it. Halfway through his third beer, he hoped the man was a little more than tipsy, and maybe didn’t even mean the words he was saying.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t still tag along,” your dad was definitely still sober enough to keep it up, although the way he spoke became slower. Maybe he was getting sleepy.

“I’ll think about it.”

His response was followed by a hum, then a lull of silence that endured the rest of the game. He sat all the while and thought about his predicament a bit more.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was insane… like you’d leeched yourself to the inner workings of his mind and he wouldn’t be able to pull you off without hurting himself, too. You were just upstairs, and had been texting him. You were within his vicinity, and yet… so unreachable.

He’d wished for you to be down here, or for him to be up there with you. Obviously, that wouldn’t go too well with the man sitting next to him, but he’d be asleep soon. If he could just touch you again, just kiss you one more time, maybe his cravings would be satisfied and he could go about his days… but what would happen if he kept feeling the addictive urge to do more? What if he was never satiated enough to quit you?

The game was called, and you’d texted him a small ‘victory’ at seeing the Rangers had won.

It was wrong, and the presence of his friend beside him was a constant reminder that you were his kid, and he would have a final say. Even though you were an adult, he understood this was completely taboo, and you should be off with guys your own age... but he’s made up his mind about the thoughts spinning in his head.

He didn’t respond, though. Your dad stood up out of his chair, his arms stretching outwards with a loud yawn as he took a few steps forwards, clapping his hand down on Joel’s shoulder.

“I hate to kick you out…” your father joked, a low and tired chuckle under his words.

“It’s alright, I got some stuff to sort out anyway.”

They started making their way towards the door when light but fast footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.

Joel turned quickly, a smile on his lips and in his eyes when he saw you trying to catch your breath after sprinting down here.

“Leavin’ already?”

They both laughed heartily. As if Joel hadn’t been here almost three hours, most of which you spent upstairs. Your heart was beating far too fast for your liking, but there didn’t seem to be a way to stop it. Now that you were present again, in the room with him, you didn’t know what else to do.

“Your dad’s half asleep as it is, if I stay any longer I’ll send ‘im into hibernation,” Joel’s response made you giggle softly, although you withheld most of the laughter, because in all honestly, it wasn’t that funny, and you needed to learn to control yourself.

“He’ll be over next week, we’ll talk about gettin’ you into that job.”

You nodded, turning back to Joel as your dad opened the front door. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t hug him, could you? That’s too much… maybe just wave, or maybe-

He held his hand out… for you to shake it. A hand-shake. Yeah, sure, fine.

You shook it, but he pulled you in half way, tapping your back once and then letting go.

He just bro hugged you. This man just-

He turned and did the same to your dad, giving you one last glimpse as he stepped out the door. Your dad closed it behind him and you were almost clean out of words to say. That had to have been the strangest interaction you’ve had.

“I’m beat, love-bug. I’m gonna head to bed,” he slung an arm around your neck and kissed the top of your head before turning and going down the hall to the stairs. “Don’t be up too late.”

“I won’t, just got a few things to do.”

You waited approximately ten more seconds before running to the garage door, going as quickly and as quietly as you could through to your front yard. Joel was still on his porch when you got out there, but was about to go inside.

You ran out to the sidewalk in font of his house and called out to him, all the while still barefoot.

“Hey Miller,” you crossed your arms, watching him turn around and lean in one direction. “Did you just bro-hug me? Or did I imagine that?”

He stepped closer to the edge of the porch, leaning against one of the wooden beams closest to him.

You slowly walked up to him, tilting your head to side as you observed his stance. he looked rather good. Hair tousled, body adorning a black t-shirt and some dark jeans. He was a sight, even in the dark light of the neighborhood.

“I reckon I oughta’ try again?”

"Seems like the fair thing to do."

“You’re takin’ your sweet time, baby,” he irked, grabbing gently under your elbow and pulling you up onto to porch once you were close enough.

You smiled to him, and wrapped your arms round his neck, over his broad shoulders. He pulled you close, tucking a head into your shoulder. The anxiousness you felt before fell apart, the rapid beating of your heart slowed, because you were comfortable. You felt immense peace in his arms like you’ve never felt before.

He backed away too soon, but still kept you relatively close to him.

“Was that better?”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

There was a moment of silence, of contemplation, but it wasn’t stiff, and it wasn’t awkward. It was just there, a nice and pleasant quiet, and you standing still with Joel Miller on his porch.

“You wanna come inside a while?”

Sarah wasn’t home, and wouldn’t be till morning. Your dad was probably passed out in bed by now, leaving the opportunity completely open. You had nothing to lose, no risk to be had.

“Yeah, I think I will.”

He didn’t let you go, he just walked you both backwards until he was able to reach the door, reaching with one hand to open it before stepping slightly to the side to allow you entrance first.

“Ever the gentlemen,” you smiled, walking inside before he followed you in.

“Gotta make up for all that nonsense earlier,” he closed the door, taking your hand and walking to the kitchen. He pulled out a stool at his counter and let your hand fall to your side as he made his way to the fridge.

He pulled out two beers and uncapped them with the tool hanging on the side of his fridge. You think you remember your dad buying it for his birthday one year. You can remember sitting in this exact seat many times before, actually. Never alone, though. Never just you and Joel, and nobody else near.

He slid you one beer an you smiled at him in thanks, taking a sip.

“Last time you had one of these, I didn’t know if you liked it or not,” he gestured to his own bottle, drinking some and setting it down on the counter.

“I don’t know, I think it’s growing on me.”

He looked straight to you, leaning both hands on the edge of the counter. You leaned forward, mimicking his more stern face of features before he said anything else.

“I didn’t wanna say so with your dad around, but you look awful pretty tonight,” he spoke the compliment smoothly, but he had to drop his head after he said it. Seemed that giving you compliments alone in the night was something of a struggle for him, since he was blushing still even when he looked back to you.

“I seem to be feelin’ a lot prettier as of late whenever I’m around you. Think you’re just good for my self esteem,” you paused, leaning back onto the stool to take a drink of your beer. “That, or it's just nice to be complimented by a handsome guy like yourself.”

He didn’t seem to believe you. His scoff was loud and heard immediately after your compliment returned to him.

“You think I’m handsome?”

He’d always thought he was average. Maybe even slightly below. As he got older, that notion grew until he felt that maybe he was beyond trying for a woman on behalf of his looks. Perhaps there were women from time to time that would agree to a date, but there were none since Sarah’s mom who actually stuck around, not until you… but you were different as far as relationships go, because technically, you shouldn’t even be considering one with him.

“Absolutely, I do. Why wouldn’t I?” You were curious, because he was clearly attractive. Maybe you’d spent too much time around the more traditionally preferred young men in dallas, but something about Joel intrigued you that never did with anyone else. Maybe it was the forbidden aspect of what you two were doing, but before that, it was something else. He was rough and rugged, and good looking in a mature way that the boys your age couldn’t mimic if they tried. Those dark brown eyes with little crows feet at the edges every time he smiled were a dead give away to his age, but it was so appealing somehow.

“Don’t know. Guess I’m just old,” he spoke, trying to hide the insecurities that phrasing brought about. He was too old for you, he shouldn’t be sitting here with you you alone and calling you pretty, and yet…

“Maybe that’s a good thing. Too many boys my age are still very immature these days.” And it was very much true. Too young, too immature, and too stupid to see what’s in front of them and really appreciate it. Older men have a tendency to take care of the things they have, because they know that with time they can lose them.

“That so?”

“Mhm.”

“They don’t even realize what their missin’ out on, do they?”

You shook your head in reply. Nope. Not a single one of the younger guys you’ve dated has treated you with the care you know he could. He’s always treated you with care, before… why would that change now?

“They probably figure there’s a million girls linin’ up after me that they can take a shot at,” you raised your eyebrows and drank some more. Maybe it was just a thought of some past experiences, but this beer was tasting better and better to you.

“I pity them,” he said nonchalantly, without really thinking about it.

“Who, the girls? I mean, I kinda feel bad, but other times, I think we all know what we’re getting ourselves into n’ we just try to ignore the red flags.”

It was meant as a joke, but he was being genuinely serious.

“No, the guys. I pity ‘em.”

“Oh, do you?”

“I do,” he nodded, thinking of the right words to say. “They lost you, didn’t they? Biggest mistake of their lives and they didn’t even know. Pity ‘em just for that.”

You didn’t know what to say. You figured the wide smile you wore was doing a fine enough job, but he wasn’t looking like he had anything else to voice yet.

“You think I’m somethin’ special, Joel Miller?”

He set his bottle down on the counter and walked around it to stand right in front of your barstool. He took both your hands and pulled them to his chest, just holding them there and looking to you with the sweetest expression you’ve ever seen from him. He’s so different than what you remember in your earlier years. He used to be so stoic and serious. Sometimes even a little grumpy. Guess time changes things.

“I wouldn’t be gettin’ myself into sum’ this crazy if I thought anything else,” he mumbled it almost, but he definitely meant it. His words rang true in every aspect of the implications they made. This was crazy, it was very unlikely in the first place, but even still, it was happening. Neither of you backed down, neither of you said no.

“If it helps, I happen to think you’re pretty damn special, too.”

He didn’t respond, just leaned closer towards you, nudging his nose against yours, before letting your lips meet in a kiss. it washed rushed and hazy like the last time. It wasn’t forceful or fast or anything of that sort. It was gentle, and it was meaningful. All the years he’d known you, but never like this. You knew this attraction was new, but it was still real. You wondered how many women pined after him over the years, only for you to now gage his attention when clearly no one else did. The man’s been single since Sarah’s mom left, and otherwise, you didn’t know him to be much of a ‘dating around’ kinda guy. Standing here with him, now, you felt such excitement in knowing he’d pursue you, the off limits woman, over anyone else. It was a true victory, or at least you thought so, sitting on a stool in his kitchen while he kissed you softly, his thumbs going over the backs of your hands that still lingered in his.

When the kiss broke, you inhaled deeply, the scent of him so close to you, surrounding you. He was like a warm blanket you just pulled out of the dryer. He was comforting, and soft, and his skin was currently hot to the touch. You could only hope that you had something to do with that.

“Baby,” he breathed, hands letting go of yours and finding a new home at your waist. You left your hands on his chest, feeling his heart rate fluctuating. “Gotta know something before this goes any further…”

You hummed in response, still trying to even your breath intake. He backed away a few inches to be able to look you in the eyes correctly. He’d spent enough time with you in the past to know if you were telling the truth, and he was going to use it just this once to his advantage.

“What we’re doin’, you sure you’re okay with it?” He knew better than to jump into this without clarification. “Don’t want you feelin’ pressured if you’re not.”

“I want this,” you spoke softly, just loud enough that he could hear. “Promise.”

You had thought you’d been the instigator to this, if memory serves you correctly. Even still, you know now that whatever happens, he won’t take it somewhere you don’t want it to go. This show of good faith was something you could put trust in him over. He’s a good one, you always knew that.

And again his lips were on yours, differently this time. It was a bit more hasty and fervent like the first time, but there was still something different from then that you couldn’t quite decipher.

You absent-mindedly opened your legs and he instantly came between them, letting your bodies become flush with one another. His hands ran up and down your sides, every once and a while dipping to your hips and somewhere below on your thighs.

There was a heat between them that you didn’t realize was there until he came so close to touching it. He never actually did, though, and you were both endeared by and upset about it. He was the one making that heat spread, he can’t just leave it there… but he’s testing his limits, and you think it’s respectful that he is.

He doesn’t want to cross any lines… as if this entire entanglement has not already done that. This situation in every sense of the definition, has crossed the line. Him hugging you that tightly on his porch, him inviting you in after dark when it’s only you and him alone, having a beer with some very personal conversation, and now making out with you in his kitchen. They all crossed the line of what should happen between a man and his best friend’s daughter.

“Tell me to stop,” he mumbled against your mouth, almost as if reading your mind. His hand on your thigh drifted between your legs, just barely caressing the heated pool sitting there, waiting for him. It was still very reserved, and you had to buck against his hand for more friction, but at least it was something.

The taste of him somehow made it worse, the feeling growing inside you without an end in sight. The arousal was evident, but you weren’t sure he would be able to do anything about it, yet. You could tell it was weighing on his mind, what was okay for him to do, and what wasn’t. You would beg him if you had to, you just needed more.

He had an idea, one that could allow both of you to explore this dynamic easier, and one that could potentially keep him from overstepping like he was afraid to.

He removed his hands only for a minute, bringing yours up and over his shoulders before he settled his back down below your ass.

“Hold on,” he told you, lifting you from the seat and walking until he got to the living room. From there, he let the space guide him until the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch. He sat almost abruptly, and when you relaxed your weight onto him, you felt the stirring between his legs as well. You moaned into his mouth at the mere size and feeling of it, beginning to slowly grind down onto him. He encouraged your movements, and used his hands to guide your hips as you went, back and forth, getting into a rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised, tearing himself away for a moment to expel his breath from his lungs at the new feeling. Your head fell against his, and suddenly it was the movement of your lower half taking you over.

He let his hands move over your body a bit more freely, now, but still careful not to make any harsh movements, or grab in places he felt he shouldn’t linger too long. He knew you wanted this, but something inside him questioned how comfortable you really felt… that was until you started doing the same, roaming his body with your delicate touch, making him feel like the most important man in the world. You could have sworn you marked the exact moment he snapped, rolling his hips upwards into yours shamelessly. It was so deliciously addicting, the feeling of his body pleasing yours, and vice versa. His rough and sturdy hands, though still gentle, ravished any part of you available to him.

The air between you was hot and thick, and you could swear that by breathing it in, you were drawing even more arousal into your body.

The motions kept going until there was a quickening of pace brought on by you both simultaneously. You couldn’t mark a distinction of when it increased, you just knew that the speed you were going wasn’t where you started. All you could think of was that your spend was fast approaching, and you wondered if his was, too.

“Gettin’ close,” you murmured, barely able to get the words out for the moans that slipped passed your lips. “M’gonna…”

He heard you, and understood. Truth be told, he’d started getting hard since that moment on the porch, so this was just nothing but sweet relief to him. He kept on, trying to meet you at your finish.

“Let go , baby.”

You had no qualms about being told twice when it came to him. You gave it up easily, the muscles in your body contracting when you felt the wash of utter ease through every inch of you. He tensed beneath you, but relaxed with a groan of relief right after, and you could feel his length twitch in his jeans.

You just dry-humped Joel Miller on his couch. Like a horny teenager. What the fuck.

The dawn of realization was cut short by his hand softly coercing the back of your neck, bring your lips back for him to claim as he did earlier. Soft, and gentle, no rush, no heat. Just that feeling between you both that started this mess.… and it was indeed a mess.

“You wanna stay over?”

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boydepartment · 11 months ago

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spoil it all- uni student! nishimura riki x uni student! reader

a/n: RHHHHHHHHRAHHHHHHHRAHHAHAHAHHA :3 trying new layout i am sorry if its a lil ugly

warnings- fluff! little angst…! inspired by frank sinatra’s something stupid!

wc- 500-800 words

MASTERLIST

I know I stand in line

Until you think you have the time…

you slipped on your shoes and made your way down the street, it was spring time and you had a small break off school. it was exciting and what was even more exciting was that your best friend here was FINALLY free the same time as you. riki was a hard worker and even being friends he put his work and studies first.

you had grown up a lot in the past couple years with riki, you accidentally met on coincidence and have been talking ever since. both being foreigners studying in a new country. you’d facetime, text, send eachother memes, almost inseparable. unless he had work or was practicing his dancing, or just didn’t have time due to his studies.

so when he called you telling you to come over and hang out with him, you practically rushed over. why wouldn’t you?

To spend an evening with me

And if we go some place to dance…

you both ended up dancing around his small apartment, obviously he was a little better than you, being a dance major and all…

neither of you minded though, he was your best friend and why would he care?

you only cared a little bit… a lot actually…

you always cared, you saw how much he worked on his studies and how much he puts into everything he does.

it was admirable. you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me

you both were laying on the carpet that was freshly vacuumed. the dancing had taken you out and you both were giggling and breathing heavily.

“i wanted to talk to you about something…” riki started and leaned on his side, you turned to him and wiped your forehead.

“what is it?” your heart was pounding. you didn’t know why. maybe it was a sliver of hope.

riki moved onto his stomach now and ran his heads through his hair, his makeshift bracelets jingling, “after university i think i want to go to a training program.”

you blinked as you looked at him, riki had been talking about becoming a professional dancer anywhere after college since you’ve met him.

you smiled at him, “where do you think you’ll go?”

riki looked at you and grinned, “i dunno, korea, new york… maybe back home in japan… i haven’t decided.” he rubbed his eyes and looked up, “maybe i’ll even go to california.”

“i believe in you.”

of course you did, and you’ll always support him. even after college, even after this period of time was over and you both will probably never talk again, after you don’t need eachother anymore, even after all of that. you’d always believe in him, your best friend.

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place

And have a drink or two

later on in the night you stood in his dim kitchen making tea. giggling as it was 2am and everything was just so funny. you felt like kids again at a sleepover.

“okay i swear i know how to make my moms tea.” riki said and spoke a lot by nodding his head and moving his hands.

you started to laugh silently, covering your face, “riki i don’t know if it’s supposed to look like that!”

he threw his head back and laughed, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie that matched yours.

you both got matching hoodies last semester because he got tired of having to shoo off locals who tried to talk to you. so he fixed the problem. that was the first time you realized you saw him more than a best friend.

you watched him rush over to the tea bags and threw them in the pot, one of the papers was still attached and it caught fire.

riki jumped back, “WHAT DO I DO?!”

you started laughing, falling to the floor, “it’ll- it should- it’ll burn out quickly just turn off- turn off the stove!”

immediately he listened and looked at you on the floor, a little longer than a friend would, a small smile on his face before he started laughing just as hard as you.

And then I go and spoil it all

after the tea fiasco you both laid down in his room. it was around 4 am and he had soft lights around his room. it was still dark but little nooks and crannies of his room were illuminated.

“do you remember when that girl in your class asked if you were single?” you asked while readjusting the blanket. you were both talking about stories throughout your time here at the university.

riki covered his eyes and chuckled slightly, “i froze up! and started speaking japanese- yes of course i remember!”

“you did the same thing to me when that guy came up to me!” you exclaimed and shoved his arm, he acted like he was hurt and pretended to cry. then he stopped and looked at you.

“that guy was ugly you could do so much better. of course i cursed him out in japanese.”

your jaw dropped and you started laughing, “RIKI STOP THATS MEAN!” you went to shove him again but he ended up grabbing a pillow and smacking you, lightly.

you both were giggling after the play fight and you were trying to brush hair out of face. he was above you still laughing and you could help but stare at him.

he was so pretty to you, obviously you always noticed this, you’ve dyed his hair multiple times, done his makeup for some university and community performances, you had every mole on his face memorized. the little details of your best friend were your favorite. and his personality was even more beautiful to you, you loved everything about him. his laugh, the way he words things, how he talks and laughs with his whole body, you were in love with him.

“what?!” riki asked, almost taunting in a way, still playing around.

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

without even thinking you spoke, “i love you…”

“what?”

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icyminghao · 2 years ago

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asking seventeen what they would do if you became a cockroach — hyung line ver.

pairing: seventeen (hyung line) x gn!reader genre: idk what this is honestly

inspired by going seventeen ep. 79: going vol. 2 #1

maknae line ver.

SEUNGCHEOL

he’ll whine and ask you why you’re asking him such a random question

eventually thinks it over after some convincing from you

would probably not care

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

“Baby, it’s 2AM,” Seungcheol drawls, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

You whine. “But this is a life or death question, Cheol, I need to know!”

Seungcheol removes his head from its spot on your neck to narrow his eyes at you sleepily, though you can’t see him. He sighs, snuggling into you.

“I mean, I probably wouldn’t care. It’s you, after all.”

“That’s gross, Cheol.”

JEONGHAN

raises his eyebrow at you in amusement

will give you the goofiest of answers and nothing short of that

you can never take him seriously bc he’s just goofy like that

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?” you ask, looking up at him with your head on his lap.

Jeonghan purses his lips together to pretend he’s thinking over it seriously, when you know for a fact that he’s thinking of the goofiest answer possible (you can see it on his face).

“I’ll probably keep you,” he starts, stroking your hair. “you can sleep beside Doljjongie, and I’ll dress you up and make an Instagram account for you. You’ll be a sensation.”

JOSHUA

the moment you ask that question, you can see the gears turning in his head

he’s been waiting for this

would probably give you an unexpected answer like the insane goofball he is

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

A smile makes its way onto Joshua’s face, and you can practically hear his thoughts forming.

“Well, I’d probably add you to my cockroach collection and make all of you fight each other in a ring.” Joshua replies with a shit-eating grin, and you grimace.

“And if I died?”

“You won’t! I’ll get you out before you do. If you do. I’m not underestimating your cockroach fighting skills.”

JUNHUI

would probably laugh about it bc he thought you weren’t being serious

mouth morphs into an “o” once he realises that you are, in fact, very serious

probably thinks this is some kind of boyfriend test so he lies (💀)

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

“That’s really funny, y/n, why would you become a cockroach?” Junhui replies, chuckling. You huff at him, pouting, and Junhui sighs.

“Well… I’d probably not treat you any different…?”

“Stop lying, Junhui!”

“I’m sorry babe, I’d probably kill you.”

SOONYOUNG

he loves that you asked him this

would probably start imagining it actually happening and start spiraling into rambles

you’d have to stop him before he gets too excited and actually starts manifesting for it to happen

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

Soonyoung’s eyes light up at the question, and you watch as he slowly bursts into a fit of giggles.

“It’ll be soooo cute, baby, I’ll carry you around in my little pouch, and we would go to the zoo, and, oh my god, you could probably go into the tiger enclosure! You could help me say hi-”

“You’re so goofy, Soonie,” you laugh, cutting him off with a peck on the lips. “I guess I’ll have to pray for my life if I actually turn into a cockroach.”

WONWOO

probably takes the question very seriously, much to your amusement

is afraid of offending you with his answer, so he tries to be cautious at first

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?” you ask, staring at the ceiling.

You don’t hear a reply for at least two minutes, so you turn to look at Wonwoo, only to see him pondering on the question like you’d asked him something serious.

“Wonu, why are you taking it so seriously?” you giggle, nudging his shoulder. “Come on, hit me with your best answer.”

“I’d probably keep you,” Wonwoo replies, “maybe find a sorcerer to turn you back.”

“Or…” Wonwoo drawls, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. “Seol may get to you first.”

JIHOON

would probably question you, but he loves you too much

thinks it over seriously

probably won’t kill you (like in the gose ep ahhhh)

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

Jihoon stifles a laugh. “That’s pretty random.”

You nudge him from where you’re seated on the couch, and Jihoon hums.

“I guess I won’t kill you,” he muses, and you smile.

“Though I’d probably ban you from the bed.”

a/n: might delete this when i wake up i’m running on 1am fumes rn i thought it was goofy

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cyn--ical · 11 months ago

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September

Jeremiah Fisher x Conklin Sibling

*moments of months with Jeremiah until next Summer -takes place between the first and second seasons*

.Conrad sending you videos of Jeremiah sulking in the backseat as everyone leaves Cousins

.Late night phone calls every night till school starts again, then again the first week Conrad goes off to college

.Calling you any time he misses Conrad because he’s too stubborn to talk to him

"You know you could just call him"

"Yeah, but he’s not as pretty to look at"

.You groan at how sweet he is and tell him to stop or you’re hanging up

.Jere making it onto the football team and showing up at your house the same day to tell you

.Laurel over hearing your excited voices in the hallway and coming to congratulate Jere

.Making him stay for dinner, making Steven drive to Costco to get a cake

"Its a celebration! we need cake" she stated

"Why me" Steven moaned

"This is what happens when you wont let anyone else drive your car" Belly smiled at him with mock sweetness

Steven rolled his eyes at her "This house is gonna fall into ruin when I leave for Princeton"

"And don’t forget the candles" you called out as the door slams shut behind him

.Steven brings leftover fourth of July sparklers instead

"Its what Susannah would have done" he shrugs to Laurel and she nods in the way you know she's holding back tears.

.Laurel tells Jere to stay the night cause its getting too late

"but on the couch..and no funny business" she says looking at the two of you

.She gives Jere a hug, you notice its longer than usual, before she heads up to bed

."She thinks I’m going to break like Connie"

"She’s just worried Jere, my mom loves you"

"Do you?" he smirks

.Neither of you have said it yet, not since Jeremiah had that night at the boardwalk

You lean up on your tip toes and put your lips gently on his

‘Sometimes’ you say pulling away and smirking back at him

.Jere sneaking up to your room at 2am and curling up next to you

.Pulling your hips back into him. You press up closer next to him and stifle a laugh as he groans into your hair

‘I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens if you keep doing that’ he whispers

.You turn around to face him, he’s still golden in the dark

."Will you come to my games?" he sounds like he’s scared to ask, scared of the response

‘Every one’ you say

.You know his Dad wont and Susannah’s too sick now

.Jeremiah gets all shy and smiley the first time you come to his game

.You’re wearing your cheer outfit, wrong colours, but you’ve got his number painted on your cheek

.Thats all he can focus on, that and how short your skirt is and

"how come I’ve never seen you wear this before" he says pinching the hem of your skirt, his fingertips brushing an inch higher up your thigh

"I’ve been a cheerleader since freshmen year" you shove him away as he tries to wrap his arms around you

"Not mine" he says pulling you towards him and pinning you against his car door

"You think you could keep this on for me tonight"Jere whispers into your neck

"I’m going home Jeremiah" you laugh pushing him back enough to kiss him

He grins at you.

.You show up to every game like you promised, sometimes with Belly and Taylor, sometimes with Laurel, sometimes alone

.Always wearing his numbers

.Always holding up a dumb sign making him laugh every time he looks over at you

.Jere looked amazing in his football gear, he'd gained more muscle from training and Laurel's never ending cooking, one thing she was gonna do, was take care of Susannah's boys. He played amazing too, almost as good as Conrad and you'd wished his dad would come to just one of these games

.But Jere had lost some of his sunshine, that 'golden boy sparkle' fading with every doctors appointment

.Jere picking you up and spinning you around, leaving kisses all over your face whether they won or lost and for a moment he was the old Jeremiah again, the one without the weight of a sick mother and absent father

.Wrapping up in blankets at his games when the leaves start changing colour

.Hugging him in it when he walks of the field

.Walking the long way back to the parking lot, with pink noses and chilled fingers intertwined, letting go only to race through piles of brown leaves

"Its not about how fast you get through them its about how many you crunch" he stated matter of fact, ignoring the amused look on your face

.Jere could never wait till you got inside the car to start kissing you, he'd pin you up against whatever surface was closest, one hand gripping your waist the other resting on your neck

."Opening the door takes 2 seconds" you smiled, still trying to catch your breath

."Sorry" he shrugged "haven't seen my girlfriend all week" he grinned down at you

.Making out with him for 'five more minutes' had turned into 2 hours trying and failing to keep his hands off you and eating leftover lunches, while whatever song of the week played on repeat in the background

"Its too late to drive" he said

"And who's fault is that...I've got to get home J" you sighed

"Let me drive you" he said, shifting your weight on him and letting his head rest back against the drivers seat

"No, then how will you get back?" you asked softly, leaning into him, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck

"Then stay" he tightened his grip on you, not wanting to lose the feeling of you on him

"I can't" you said

.His eyes plead with you and you silently cursed how far apart you lived

"Your mom's already here"

"Exactly why I can't stay Jere" you said resting your back against the steering wheel "She'll want me at home with Belly"

"Belly's not even at home with Belly" Jere let out an exasperated sigh

.You laughed and leaned back into him, foreheads pressing against each other

"You're right, take me to yours then boyfriend" you smiled, biting your lip

.Jere bumped his nose against yours

"Five more minutes" he whispered against your lips already pulling you back into a kiss

#jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #conklin sibling au #jeremiah fisher x y/n #tsitp #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp imagine #tsitp fanfic #tsitp belly #tsitp conrad #tsitp season 1 #tsitp season 2 #the summer I turned pretty #conrad fisher #belly conklin #steven conklin #susannah fisher #laurel park

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mechs-headcanons · 8 days ago

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if were talking about disabled mech i have plenty of headcanons to share

ivys nerves dont hook up to her mechanism 100% right so she has what im sure is a whole slew of neurological issues. her cranial nerves are mechanized though. i also usually draw her with something weird kinda like cochlear implants but fully removable since she can just unplug it or plug it back in her head

i think itd be funny if nastya was chronically dying of mercury poisoning. but even funnier if she has anemia because yep. no blood there. (it would make sense tho since i cant imagine mercury is that good at carrying oxygen). and she definitely has pots and hemophilia. also raynauds. which would probably be hell actually since most people headcanon shes really cold so i imagine shed just be having flareups all the time and never have any blood in her hands or feet. anyway i also think shes got me/cfs and maybe eds. and a nonexistant heat tolerance

Jonny's got pots and pre-mechanization had a heart defect but yk she doesnt have that heart anymore. oh and costochondritis. i headcanon new texans as nocturnal so i think hes got real bad photophobia (the eyeliners to keep the light outta his eyes) and heat intolerance. & maybe even a sun allergy.

Marius i like to think has mcas but i have no idea where that idea came from. imagining him with crutches for his knees is a lovely idea as well. i dont have too many thoughts here because thinking about Marius and medical stuff just leads to me imagining their horrible doctoring

The Toy Soldier has never been in long term possession of flesh other than the Angels vocal chords and so cant be considered disabled as such but it does occasionally pretend to have joint pain, as its joints have a lot of wear and tear and need frequent repair.

Tim i feel like has arthritis. also he's got chemical burn scars from the gas attacks. mustard gas does that. i thought i had more thoughts bout him but guess not

Raphaella's got akylosing spondylitis and lupus as well as axtually sorry no im about to pass out its about 2am here so skrry you dont get the end of raph thoughts or any of my ashes and vrian thoughts sorry. og wow i just said sorry three times

also, in my human au, among other things, raph is a wheelchair user and marius has an elbow disarticulation + at least one of their knees replaced. thats far from the only phys disabilities in it but giving an exhaustive list would take way too much time

YES AGH 🙏🙏🙏🙏

now i need to write a disabled mechs fic,,,

and dude sleep is important make sure you do that

#mechcanon #askcanon #the mechanisms #not gonna tag everyone

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teyums · 2 years ago

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could you do a ‘being worried when the other comes home late’ modern au with ao’nung, please? i love worried ao’nung 🥺

nooo i love worried ao’nung, so underrated bc i feel like nobody writes it! i def see him as snarky, but i don’t think he’s just super mean all the time 😭 here ya go anon <3 wc: 1,652

Modern Au Prompt #3 w/Ao’nung

pairing: human!Ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings: none

A hiccup rumbles your chest as you carefully pace your way to the door of your apartment, drunkenly giggling at yourself when you realize just how long its taken you to make it down the hallway without tripping over your own two feet.

The fuzzy, pink puffball you have on your keychain keeps getting in the way as you shuffle your keys to try and find the right one, and you quietly groan in annoyance because all you want to do is get inside, and you really have to pee. Your vision is slightly hazy, and though your acrylic nails aren’t that long, they are definitely not helping considering your motor skills are already slightly inhibited by the shots in your system.

“Gym, no… Pool, no… Campus, Mom’s house, oh come on!” You sigh, grabbing onto everything but what you need. “Oh, yes! Finally,” Your eyes flutter in relief once you finally get your hands on your house key, your purse slipping from your shoulder to your forearm as you angle yourself to stick it in the doorknob.

And just as you’re about to turn the key, it turns for you, and with a tilt of your head you watch as the door swings open to reveal none other than Ao’nung, your roommate, in the doorway.

His curls are messy, majority of them pulled back into a ponytail, but the rest are tousled and indicative of his bedhead as they frame his face, soft and delicate to balance his hardened features while sharp, seafoam eyes peer down at the slight sway of your small frame in the hallway.

“Jesus, Y/n, it’s almost 2am in the morning. Where have you been?”

His voice is rough and to anyone else it’d seem like he was reprimanding you, but you know that’s just how Ao’nung sounds when he talks so you wave him off with a floppy, dismissive hand. He’s obviously worried about you, and that’s clear in the way his eyes leak with concern.

Though you didn’t notice, because he’s shirtless as he stands off to the side in front of you with a hand on his hip like a displeased father, and that only directs your gaze to the sweatpants that hang low on his waist. Your eyes trail down his chiseled torso and stop at his prominent v-line before he’s rolling his eyes and tugging you inside, because all you can do is stand there and look dumb. And while he did think you looked cute while doing it, that wasn’t the point.

“Get in the house, dummy.”

With a quiet yelp you shuffle your way in and hope your feet can keep up the speed. He closes the door behind you, turning back around with a solicitous look on his face.

“How did you get home? Did someone drive you? You’re drunk.” He states, and you bring your hand to and away from your head in a ‘duh’ motion.

“No shit sherlock, I couldn’t tell,” You snicker, because right about now, everything is funny, down to the slight slur of your words and the way his lips purse at your untimely sense of humor. You bend over and nearly fall forwards while you slip your heels off your feet, and his hands are already out just in case he needs to catch you. He watches as you bring your wobbly body back up and brush the hair from your face, the whole act clearly taking a lot more effort due to your tipsy state seeing as you’re nearly out of breath.

“My friends wanted to stay, I didn’t, so I took an uber.” You shrug, sticking the tip of your tongue out and plucking one of those small white fibers that float in the air from it. It’s apparent that you’re pretty much past the conversation, not marking it as a big deal but his eyes almost blow from his skull at your response.

“You took an uber? Alone? In that little ass thing?” He huffs out in exasperation and a hand gestures down at the tiny, tight black fabric clinging to your skin that you have the nerve to call a dress. It stops just above your upper thighs and hugs you in all the right places, which was exactly your intention. You look down like you don’t know what you’re wearing, and he frustratedly drags a hand down his face when he glances away because somehow, you’re even more clueless than usual.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came to get you!”

“Stop yelling at me!” You whine. Your hand going to cradle your pounding head as your bottom lip pokes out into a subtle pout. “I didn’t wanna wake you up…”

“I’m not-“ His agitation falters at the look you give him and he exhales, quickly nodding his head because he knows better to upset a girl when she’s drunk. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a show of your tear-filled dramatics, which happened quite often, might he add. Ever since the day he’d rushed out of his room at the sound of you crying in the kitchen, all to find out it was literally over spilt milk because you’d accidentally dropped your last bowl of Lucky Charms on the floor, your unofficial nickname had become ‘crybaby’.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He reaches forward and takes your bag and keys from your hands to set them on the kitchen counter across from you. “Just, please, call me next time. They’re a bunch of weirdos out there and I don’t want you getting into any trouble. I won’t be mad if you wake me up, I do it for my sister all the time.”

You listen as closely as you can to the actual words that are coming from his mouth, urging yourself not to take it in the way you know you will, but for some reason you can’t shake the thought that barges into your head. And it’s like he can see it on your face when your chin lifts slightly, lips slowly pulling into an undeniable smirk and your eyes narrow at him, because rarely is Ao’nung ever helpful, let alone worried about you. Your expression is one he knows all too well, and he sighs as his head falls to the side, your smile only growing wider and he knows where this is going.

“Don’t-“

It’s too late, the thought’s already built a cozy home in your mind and you’re letting it stay there.

“You care about me!” You drawl, arms extending outwards as you make your way towards him.

“No, not really.” His response is immediate, a brow raising as you approach him. With one brisk once over his eyes cast on you, he knows it’s not a good idea and he holds a finger out in front of him, cheek turned towards you in warning. “Uh uh, do not-“

You wrap your arms around his torso despite his resistance and his body tenses when you give it a tight squeeze, attempting to swing the both of you back and forth. It doesn’t work, obviously, because he’s larger than you and basically unmovable.

“You’re sweet when you’re worried, Ao’nung.” You hum.

He keeps his hands hovered over your back, fingers not even close to ghosting over your body, like you have some terrifyingly contagious sickness that he’s deadly afraid of contracting. He’s desperately trying to think of anything but the heat of your chest pressed flush against his upper abdomen, your head tucked under his chin and a sharp, involuntary inhale through his nose is enough to tell him that he and his dignity would really appreciate it if you’d allow his brain to operate normally. So, he does what he does best: deflects the accusation with such vehemence as if he’s trying to outsmart a heat-seeking missile.

“Please let go. You reek of desperate partygoers and tequila. I hate tequila.” He grumbles, dramatically covering his nose with a hand. “I also think a shower wouldn’t hurt.” There’s a smirk playing on his lips that you can’t see and he knows he’s only teasing you, as it just so happens to be one of his favorite pastimes. You smell wonderful, like you always do, but he’d never tell you that.

You abruptly shove him away with a scoff and he can’t help but laugh at the look on your face, the way your jaw drops in astonishment and your eye twitches. You can’t even sputter out a response, all you can do is narrow your eyes at him before you spin on your heels to stalk off. It was a bad idea seeing as you’re already dizzy, but you quickly regain your balance and continue.

“You sure you can find your way there, sweetheart?”

“Oh, and wouldn’t you just love to help me. I can feel you looking at my ass!” You shout from down the hall, middle finger raised behind you.

Jaw falling slightly slack, his eyes instantly snap up from where he didn’t even realize they were resting. He pulls the inside of his cheek between his teeth, face growing hot as he curtly nods to himself.

“Yup, I’m going to bed.”

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Once Ao’nung heard the shower shut off after about twenty minutes, he deemed it safe to close his eyes and sleep; the fear of you passed out because you’d somehow slipped and hit your head on the tub long gone from his mind.

He’s laid on his side with an arm folded under his head, basically asleep when you carefully crack his door open, a big t-shirt and loose shorts on your body as you slip through the opening. You move at a snail’s pace and go to shut it, but the door creaks, and with an eye pinched to a close your face screws into a wince, shoulders tensing as you freeze in your tracks.

You reluctantly peek over at the lump in the dark that‘s his figure, but the sound didn’t wake him up, his eyes remain closed and you let out a small breath at that. Tiptoeing your way to the unoccupied side of the bed, you nearly trip over a sweatshirt on the floor but swiftly catch yourself with a crabbed huff, kicking it under the bed.

You peel his blankets back with just your pointer finger and your thumb, trying to cause as little commotion possible as you carefully sit down on the mattress. A silent prayer to somehow become weightless recites in your mind, head swishing over your shoulders when you glance at his back every now and then in hopes of catching any sign of him stirring.

You’re sure you’re in the clear, but just as you go to swing your legs over, your ear picks up on the sound of a grunt from behind you. Teeth catch your lip, eyes shutting as you steel yourself for confrontation and mouth a mute curse to the air. You should’ve known your presence wouldn’t go unnoticed. Ao’nung is a relatively light sleeper, and contrary to what he’d told you earlier, you’re no stranger to the fact that he doesn’t like to be disturbed. But you’d assumed that because he stayed up to wait for you to come home, that he would be knocked out already and this would be easier to explain in the morning.

But he was up the moment he felt the bed dip, sleep immediately leaving him once he’d turned his head and saw you sitting on his mattress. Certain he’s hallucinating or this is a dream that feels a little too real, Ao’nung rapidly blinks the mist from his vision and you can feel the searing gaze boring into the back of your head, even more so when you continue to lay down as if what you’re doing is completely normal.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice is groggy, irritated in the way his tone nips at your ears.

“Uh… Going to bed.” You mumble, hesitantly pulling the sheets over your shoulder.

He’s propped on his elbow now, his loose, untamed hair dusting his shoulders as his face crinkles incredulously at the gall of your answer.

“Have you lost your mind? Or are you that drunk where you’ve forgotten where your own room is?”

You wish the mattress would just open up and swallow you whole.

“I threw up on my bed.” With your back still turned to him, your voice is small when you answer.

It’s silent for a few seconds, the only thing you can hear is the blood rushing to your face and with baited breath you roll your lips between your teeth as you anxiously wait on a response.

“I’m too tired for this shit.” He mutters beneath his breath, quiet enough so you won’t hear.

His body falls back to the bed and your lungs fill with much needed air, his back facing you once again. His bed is much more comfortable than yours as you snuggle up against his pillow, and the sheets tug in his direction when he pulls them over his body, his way of silently telling you not to get used to it.

“If I feel so much as one cold toe touch my leg, I swear to God you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Likes + Comments + Reblogs are much appreciated! 💗

@eitaababe ever since you made Ao’nung call us sweetheart in ‘somebody else’ it’s been canon to me

©teyums 2023

#— teyums’ 2k party #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung x female reader #ao’nung x you #ao’nung x y/n #human ao’nung #modern au #ao’nung fluff #ao’nung fic

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quotidian-oblivion · 1 year ago

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got any fic recs for a poor starving victorian girl?

Hi ghosty!! 'Course I do!

So i created a fic rec list over here before, but I'm happy to give more fic recs! I'll combine the ones I've posted individually and new ones under the cut

So obviously there's envysparkler's works. She is iconic. Every one of her fics are iconic.

And obvi @sardonic-sprite as well.

But there is one fic I will forever rec and it's Rebel Without a Claus by DangerBeckett. Really. It is in every one of my fic recs. It has me writing comments longer than a page long. It's still in progress and it's currently 10 chapters though. And updates are slow, but the highlight of my day when I get the email that it's been updated.

Now next we have...

One totally normal, completely inconspicuous Fererro Rocher Crack! It's by @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego and I love it, one of my comfort fics to read at 2am.

And another one by Evie is the ongoing Did you ever love somebody with a death wish? We all love evil Tim Drake AUs >:)

The Dragon's Keep(ing Us Sane) - Itslivybear Crack! And emotional fluff! It's about Tim, Bart, Cassie and Kon starting a band and no one recognizes them. There is also a BANGER song in this.

two against the world - carolinaa Hurt/comfort! Angst with a happy ending! TIM GETS A DOG IN THIS ONE!!! AND THEN THE TWO RUN AWAY FROM DRAKE MANOR!! THEN THEY GET ADOPTED BY THE BATS!!!

head in the clouds - Alienu Humor! Crack! *falls to the floor* It's so funny and so batfamily, I can't.

Little bird - Ididloveyou_once Hurt/Comfort! Whump! Seriously, the whump is so good in this Titans Tower AU

The Product of Procrastination - egg_thief Humor! Crack! I read it whenever I go through tough times and feel so weighed down, and it still makes me laugh. Tim's procrastination leads him to ask for help from his two older brothers on his English assignment.

A Touch of Midas - Ellegrine Humor! Fluff! Seriously- such good fluff. When I read that dragon metaphor, I nearly sobbed. But yeah, Tim messing with his brothers is peak.

Sprinkles - SunnyBlue Whump! Angst! Fluff! AND FOREHEAD TOUCHES! GHEFOUJDS Tim's almost dying and Damian does not intend to keep it that way.

The Thing™ - InkpotSprite Crack! Humor! AND ME SCREECHING OUT LOUD AND LITERALLY CACKLING OUT LOUD WITH LAUGHTER. OH GOSH, IT'S ANOTHER TITANS TOWER AU BUT IT'S SO HILARIOUS.

Okay, let's do some multichap fics

Green rings and red things - siren_of_the_ocean In this one, Tim becomes a Green Lantern and the storyline is so good, it had me entertained as I was reading it while I was sick.

Let's be Brothers - Honeybuttons Funny, twists, adorable friendships, adorable plots, I LOVE IT!! Tim is intent on getting Jason to be his brother and so he creates a whole plan to get him and Jason close enough to be friends then eventually brothers. Roy makes an amazing appearance and ooh... what's going on with Damian over there... hmm...

cards on the table - wesslan This... oh boy, this. *takes deep breath* I LOVE THE TROPES AND THE CHARACTERIZATION AND ITS SUCH AN ADVENTURE!! PERFECT BALANCE OF FLUFF (not fluff per se, but cute moments) AND ANGST!! Tim is a fortune teller who scams Gotham's elite society to make a living. But then the fortunes turn and he finds himself facing the whole family of Bats the Waynes who keep roping him into bonding sessions.

And those are the fics for today!! Thanks so much for the ask, Ghosty, I had fun reminiscing on the lovely lovely fics the lovely lovely writers have written.

#quotidian asks #ghosty <3 #st4r <3 #fic rec #fic recs #fanfic rec #fanfic recommendations #batfamily fic recs #batfam fic rec #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #dc #damian wayne #batfamily #dc fic recs

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nightttdreamers · 9 months ago

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Night Shift | Craig x Kenny

AAA chapter two is heeeere its mostly silly fun before we actually start the fake dating part hehe pls enjoy (and check it out on ao3 for better formatting pls)

AO3 Link | 4k words | Chapter 2/?

Craig and Kenny strike a deal.

Craig has never been a morning person, but recently, it feels like every force in the world is trying to keep him in bed.

There’s the brief, near blissful moment when he’s just woken up. He can barely hear his alarm, the sleep not quite shaken off yet, unaware of what the day brings. Then, inevitably, his first thought washes over him; Tweek dumped you.

Just knowing that this is going to weigh on him all day is exhausting to think about. He doesn’t waste time wondering what he did wrong or how to best avoid the other anymore. The exhaustion comes from knowing that Tweek’s absence is just something he has to deal with now, every damn day.

Before, the habit of trying to beat his boyfriend to the first ‘good morning’ text motivated him to get up. But lately, he always spends a few minutes letting his alarm ring out, trying to delay his day for as long as possible. But, then his phone begins to buzz to life, and he knows he can’t ignore the real world any more.

On this particular morning, the urge to pull the covers over his head is particularly strong. Not only did he work late last night, but the fact that he looked like an idiot in front of Kenny is also hanging over his head. Craig groans, recalling their bizarre interaction.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” He had asked.

Kenny looked bewildered, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. But, before Craig could even go back on his question, Kenny replied, “Like, for money?”

Unable to bear the look on the other’s face, Craig turned away, pulling out a pack of Kenny’s usual cigarettes. “No, that would be stupid,” he stammered out. “I’m being stupid, fuck. Here, I can-” He took the magazine that Kenny had been holding and scanned it along with the Camels. Finally, he looked back up at the blonde. “Anything else?”

Kenny’s brows knit together as he looked at Craig. His lips were pursed together, shifting around his face like he was trying to talk without opening his mouth. “No,” he said after some pause, drawing out the word. “That’s it.” Kenny slid a few bills across the counter, not looking away from Craig as he took his items.

Craig thought that if tried to speak again, he would say something even worse than what he already had, so he simply nodded.

Kenny headed towards the door, shooting Craig an awkward glance back just before he left. “Take care of yourself, man.”

Craig rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face deep into the pillow in an effort to stop his brain from playing the memory over and over again. When that didn’t work, he turned his head to the side, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and finally turning off his alarm.

He squints as the screen lights up, serving as the only light source in his room. There are two notifications from Clyde, one sent around 2AM linking a YouTube video called “BAD DAY Better Watch This 😂 1 Hour Best Funny & Fails” and another sent 20 minutes ago, asking “Tolkien had to make up a test please pLEASE can u drive me today PLEASE?????”

Craig gives the message a thumbs down and ignores the typing bubble that immediately appears (he’ll end up driving Clyde, of course, he just wants to fuck with him first). His next notification is a Snapchat message from “kmck69,” a username he doesn’t recognize until he opens the message.

kmck69: were u being serious b4

kmck69: it is a rlly stupid idea

kmck69: but also im down if ur down

Craig reads the messages, then reads them again just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. As an added measure, he checks the user’s last story and, sure enough, it’s a selfie of Kenny holding a beer, Cartman lurking in the background, with the caption “5 screenshots and i piss in cartmans drink.”

Once Kenny had left last night, Craig had spent the last hour of his shift overthinking every detail of their interaction. He didn’t even know where his bizarre idea had come from, it had just slipped from his mouth before it was fully-formed. Hearing that Tweek was out hanging around with some goth kid infuriated him beyond words or logic. The only coherent thought Craig could form about it was that something had to change. He didn’t want to keep rotting in his bed, head swimming with thoughts about his ex. He just wanted to do something.

Asking Kenny to pretend to be his boyfriend was just the first idea that came to mind.

He hadn’t expected the other to even justify him with a response beyond their uncomfortable conversation. But, apparently, Kenny was mulling it over until nearly 4 in the morning when he texted, which is far more thought than Craig put into it.

It’s a stupid idea. He knows it is, they both know it is. But, it’s something.

spacemancraig: Yeah I’m down

He stares at his screen for a moment, quickly feeling the prickle of anxiety in his chest. It’s useless to sit and wait for a response, so he puts his phone down and pulls himself out of bed. The second he actually rises from his mattress, his phone buzzes to life, and Craig almost drops the device in how quickly he grabs it.

(Clyde) Literally I’m already ready I won’t hold you up I’ll even buy you starbucks or whatever gay shit you like

(Clyde) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(Clyde) I’m sorry for calling you gay and starbucks gay bro PLEASE don’t make me walk

He sighs, typing out a quick response before he puts the phone down for real.

(Craig) Fine

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Kenny stumbles into Chemistry three minutes after the bell, handing their teacher a crumbled-up excuse note before shuffling to his seat. It’s not uncommon for him to be late, and normally Craig would pay it no mind. However, normally he’s not anxiously waiting for a Snapchat from the other.

Craig can’t take his eyes off him, his notes trailing off as he drowns out the voice of their teacher. He’s not sure whether Kenny’s changed his mind and is brushing him off, or genuinely just oblivious of the holes Craig is staring into the back of his head. The blonde just rummages through his bag and pulls out a few sheets of paper, not even sparing Craig a glance back.

Somehow, in every class he finds himself staring at the back of a blonde’s head. He wonders if he might be the problem.

At first, Kenny just chews on his eraser and passes notes to Kyle sitting beside him. But, after a few minutes of this, he turns and locks eyes with Craig. Before Craig can even try to communicate something quietly across the row separating them, Kenny turns away again, and Craig wants to throw his textbook at the other’s head. Before he can, though, he feels his phone buzz to life in his pocket.

kmck69: we have 2 talk abt it obv

kmck69: do u have work 2nite

Craig rolls his eyes as he reads the messages, unsure as to why Kenny needs to use the least amount of characters possible when he texts.

spacemancraig: No

kmck69: cool well i do

kmck69: im at the bijou from 4 to 12

kmck69: if u want free popcorn tho u can come after 10

kmck69: thats when concession closes so its kinda old but tbh still good

spacemancraig: Yeah I think I’ll pass on the stale popcorn

spacemancraig: But I’ll come by

kmck69: ur loss

kmck69: word tho

kmck69: also cute username lmao

Craig’s face scrunches up as he reads the text, glancing up to look at Kenny. The blonde looks back at him, flashing a smile, and Craig just flips him off in response.

kmck69: ooh rawr ur so scary and mean

kmck69: can u leave me alone im trying 2 learn >:(

He wants to retort that Kenny was the one who started it, but typing that feels incredibly childish. Instead, Craig rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away, looking back up at the lesson.

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There are a lot of points today when Craig’s wondered when his life took a wrong turn. Losing sleep over a conversation with someone he has never really given a shit about, feeling like shit the entire morning waiting on a message from the aforementioned someone, and now, he’s at South Park’s lamest and only movie theater at 10PM on a Thursday.

Maybe it wasn’t just a wrong turn, maybe it’s an eighteen-year downward spiral and he’s just getting closer to rock bottom.

The Bijou is, of course, dead. Craig only goes when they randomly decide to screen something from the Criterion Collection. He and his friends used to hang around the place more often, but then Tolkien got a home theater and every movie started being available to stream, and they didn’t have to secretly spike their slushies in the Black household. Now, the only people that frequent The Bijou are the elderly and his 15 year old sister, for some reason.

He decided to wait until 10PM to go. Not because Kenny made the stale popcorn sound appetizing, but he figured the later he went, the less likely he was to run into someone he knew. He parks his car a few blocks down the street and walks to the theater, hands tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. The marquee has been defaced, as per usual, and just reads “PENIS” followed by the scrambled extra letters from whatever movie title it once said. How original.

The ticket booth is empty, and when he steps inside, the theater is just as deserted as he expected it to be. Craig isn’t exactly sure of his next move as he lingers by the entrance, looking around. Just walking into the theater without a ticket to look for Kenny feels wrong, but so does just standing around awkwardly. Before he can choose, though, someone speaks behind him.

“I’m sorry, sir. We’re not selling any more tickets to our last screening- Oh, Craig?” Chirps a voice from the concession stand. Craig turns, coming face-to-face with Butters. The other boy smiles at him, far too brightly considering the two of them are not friends. The most they’ve interacted in all of high school is the rare occasion that Craig visits the Bijou, in which he affords Butters a small head nod as a greeting if they meet eyes.

“Hey, Butters,” Craig says. “Is Kenny around?”

Almost comically, Butters cocks his head to the side. “Kenny? I didn’t know you two were friends!”

An abrupt silence comes between them, and Craig just waits for Butters to tell him where his coworker is. However, the blue-eyed boy just looks at him with a quizzical expression on his face, and Craig realizes he’s waiting for a confirmation.

“Uh, sure,” Craig mumbles after a moment. “Friends. Friendly, I guess. So, where is he?”

Butters beams at his answer, starting to wipe the countertop he’s standing behind down as he responds. “That’s so nice. He needs friends who won’t get him into trouble, you know? And he was just talking about you the other day.”

“He was?” Craig asks, but before Butters can elaborate, the two are interrupted.

“Craig!” Shouts Kenny from across the theater. Clad in a button-down, black skinny jeans, a red vest and matching bow-tie, he looks starkly different than he did this morning. The almost formal outfit doesn’t look quite right on him, and Craig realizes he’s never seen Kenny in something that wasn’t two sizes too large. When the blonde arrives at the concession stand, he’s grinning, looking at Craig so excitedly that the dark-haired boy has to turn his face away.

“It’s me, don’t cream your jeans,” Craig says, earning a little snicker from Butters.

“I’ll sure as hell try,” Kenny replies, not sounding nearly as sarcastic as Craig. “I was starting to think you were bailing. It’s late, man.” As he speaks, he lifts himself onto the concession counter and sits, dangling his legs.

Butters frowns, putting his hands on his hips (Craig didn’t know that people did that in real life, but it suits Butters’ cartoonish mannerisms). “Aw, Kenny. I was just wiping that down.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, swinging his legs around to the other side of the counter and hopping off. “Happy?” He asks his coworker, who lets out a little puff of air in response and returns to his cleaning. Kenny shoots Craig a funny look, and Craig feels like he’s missing something. “As you can see, Butters and I take a lot of pride in this establishment.”

“That sounds awfully insincere, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, mostly to himself. “I do take pride in this establishment.”

It’s pretty weird to watch Kenny and Butters interact like this. They’re both oddballs in their social circles, especially Butters, and he can’t help but feel a bit out-of-place talking to them, especially outside of school. Craig absent-mindedly slides his phone from his pocket, checking the screen, just out of habit.

“Got somewhere to be?” Kenny asks, and when Craig looks up, the other is staring right at him, of course. He’s holding one of the soft drink cups, filled to the brim with popcorn.

Craig tucks his phone away. “You were serious about the stale popcorn?”

“It’s just gonna get thrown out,” Kenny says, popping a few kernels in his mouth. “Did you want some?”

Craig narrows his eyes in suspicion, responding with an unsure hum. One time, in the 5th grade, he saw Kenny pick up an earthworm from the sidewalk and swallow it whole. He did it, of course, for five bucks from Clyde, but Craig still doesn’t trust his taste.

Kenny rolls his eyes, opening up the machine to fill another cup. “Don’t be a princess. It’s still good. Right, Butters?” Kenny asks as he slides past his coworker, crossing to Craig’s side of the counter.

“Oh, I don’t like to eat the popcorn much,” Butters replies, attending to the machine once Kenny’s done with it. “I gotta smell it all day, then clean the machine, scrape all the burnt pieces. I used to think movie theater popcorn was one of the yummiest smells, but now it doesn’t really get my tummy rumbling.”

Talking to Butters is weird, Craig thinks. He’s not sure if he’s ever heard anyone else use the phrase ‘tummy rumbling’ in his life. He glances at Kenny, who seems entirely unphased by the other’s weird expressions.

“Yeah, okay,” Kenny says with a small shrug. He hands one of the popcorn cups to Craig, who takes it reluctantly. “I don’t know why I asked him.”

“Not that this isn’t thrilling,” Craig says, turning fully to Kenny. Butters is pretty engaged with his cleaning, but Craig doesn’t need him hearing any part of this conversation, so he speaks low. “Can we talk now?”

Kenny lets out an amused puff of air. “Butters, I’m gonna go do theater checks” he says, not taking his eyes away from Craig. “Craig’s coming with me.”

“You better not just be sneakin’ him into the movie for free, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, but his coworker is already walking away, waving a hand dismissively. Craig spares Butters an awkward glance before following behind Kenny.

“You do that often?” Craig asks.

“What? Sneak people in?” Kenny replies. He shoots a look back at Butters, making sure he isn’t listening before he continues. “Not all the time. I’m not really into losing this job.”

Right, Craig thinks, Kenny actually needs this job. The thought makes him a bit uncomfortable, that Kenny has to put in the hours at a shitty movie theater to pay for things he actually needs. Meanwhile, Craig works so he can get out of the house and have some spending money.

Kenny glances behind them, then slides a vape out of his pocket and hits it. He turns his head to the side, courteous enough not to blow smoke right at Craig, though not enough to pick a less obnoxious flavor.

“Sorry,” Kenny says, noticing how Craig wrinkles his nose at the scent. “Butters doesn’t like it either, probably because it’d get us in trouble.”

“So you don’t care enough about this job to not vape?” Craig asks.

This time, Kenny blows the cloud right in his face. “Be nice to me, Tucker. I let your sister sneak in here all the time.”

Craig pauses, taking a second to process what Kenny just said. “You what?”

Kenny stops too, poking his head into the closest screening room as he speaks. “Yeah, she comes by a lot. Here, this one’s empty,” he steps into the theater, holding the door open so Craig can follow. It’s a bit odd-looking inside. It’s not often he sees empty theaters with the lights on, especially not clean ones. Kenny takes a seat in a nearby row, throwing his legs over the chairs as he munches on his popcorn. “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna hear us. I cleaned this one an hour ago, and I’ve only had to kick out people who stayed after a movie like, three times, so we’re good.”

Craig takes a seat a few spots away from Kenny, giving the other room to sprawl out. “Why did they stay?”

“Sometimes they just fall asleep. One time there was a couple fucking, though. That was pretty sweet. In that row over there,” Kenny points behind him, a smirk on his face.

Craig blinks and wonders what ever happened to the Kenny he went to elementary school with, the one who rarely spoke except for the occasional dirty joke. Focus, Craig.

“Uh, so about last night,” Craig begins, straightening up a bit in his seat. Kenny mirrors him, showing that he’s listening. “I was just talking without thinking. It is a really fucking dumb idea.”

“But you showed up to talk about it,” Kenny notes.

Craig sighs. “Yeah, I did. Because I’m really fucking dumb. And I’m sick of the sympathy from my dumb friends. And you said you’d be down.” Kenny just looks at him, and Craig finds himself talking just to avoid the awkward silence. “If you’re not anymore though, that’s fine. There’s no pressure or anything.”

“I’m still down,” Kenny says with a small nod. “As long as I’m paid for my time. God, I sound like a hooker.”

“You’re not a hooker,” Craig adds a bit too quickly. “We don’t need to actually do anything, I don’t think.”

“So what do I have to do?”

Craig doesn’t answer for a moment. Apparently, this tells Kenny all he needs to know.

“Oh, so you really didn’t think this through, huh?” Kenny makes an odd clicking sound with his tongue, shaking his head. Craig thinks he’s trying to be funny, but it’s not helping how embarrassing the conversation feels. “Okay, Craig. If you want Tweak to take you back, what do you think would really get him all pissed off and hot and jealous?”

“Hang on-” Craig sits up a bit, raising a hand as Kenny speaks. “I’m not trying to get him back.”

“You’re not?”

Craig opened his mouth, but words couldn’t quite seem to come out. Was he trying to get Tweek back? There were plenty of couples in South Park that broke up only to come back together. In fact, he’d stop getting hopeful when Bebe and Clyde would split, as it was inevitable they’d be sucking face again within a week. But, he’d never thought about that possibility for him and Tweek. They didn’t break up because of a fight or mistake or something stupid. Honestly, Craig still couldn’t quite pin why they had broken up. All he knew is that Tweek didn’t want to be with him anymore. The thought of trying to get his ex to change his mind and take him back hadn’t even occurred to him, and right now, it just sounded pathetic.

“Jeez, I didn’t know that would be such a tough question,” Kenny muses, bringing Craig out of his thoughts. “It’s fine if you want him back, man. I don’t judge.”

“I don’t” Craig says, maybe a bit too assertively as it makes Kenny lean a bit further away from him. “He doesn’t want to be together, whatever. I’m not gonna try to trick him into getting back with me. I just want people to know I’m cool about it.”

Kenny makes a little high-pitched hum, his face scrunching up. He takes another hit of his vape, looking thoughtful as he does so (as thoughtful as someone hitting a neon green cylinder can). “Okay,” he says, blowing out smoke. “We’ll make everyone think we fucked.”

“What the fuck- Kenny,” Craig stammers out, shaking his head as he speaks. “How would we even, who would fall for that? What’s that even gonna do?”

Kenny leans forward again, resting his arms on the arm of the chair and once again being too close to Craig’s personal space. “No, Craig, listen. This is one of my better ideas. If you immediately start dating some dude, everyone’s gonna think it’s a rebound and people know I’m not really the dating type. It’ll be weird, someone’s gonna see through it because I’m not not gonna hook up with someone else. But- if people think we just fucked, they’ll be like, ‘Wow Craig moved on and he doesn’t give a fuck and he’s so cool,’ which is your goal, right?”

Craig stares at Kenny, wide eyed, and Kenny stares right back. It’s impossible to focus on what the blonde is saying with that eager look in his eyes, like some kind of dog waiting for a treat. However, when Craig actually does start to process the idea, he realizes Kenny’s making some good points. Kenny raises his brows, still waiting for a reply. Craig lets out a sigh, looking up at the theater ceiling. “Fuck. That’s- Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

“I know!” Kenny starts drumming his fingers along the side of the seat, and Craig can tell he’s beaming without even looking at him. “I want sixty-five.”

Now, Craig looks back down at Kenny, who is making a face like that wasn’t a ridiculous thing to say. “Bucks? You want sixty-five dollars?”

“Cash,” Kenny adds. The two just stare at each other for a moment because every time Craig looks at Kenny, apparently Kenny’s already looking at him.

“I’ll give you forty,” Craig offers, hoping his tone sounds firm enough to stop any further negotiation.”

“Deal,” Kenny finally leans back in his seat and Craig feels like he can actually breathe again. If they’re gonna do this, he needs to talk with Kenny about personal space. And maybe that god awful vape flavor too. Shit, they’re actually doing it.

Craig nods before his brain fully catches up, like he’s convincing himself this is real life. “Okay, yeah. Deal. Wow.”

Kenny glances over at him. “You good? You can’t back out now. We said deal.”

Craig is still nodding, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “We’re good. I just didn’t really think you’d say yes. I don’t, uh, have much of a plan.”

Kenny puts his hand on Craig’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dude. ‘Cause I already have a plan.”

“My head’s not-” he starts, then lets out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What’s the plan?”

Kenny stands, looking back down at Craig with a grin. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to get people talking about my sex life. And lucky for you, I have just the party to get this rumor started.” Kenny rubs his hand on a chair, then sticks it out for Craig. “You trust me, dude?”

Looking up at the blonde, the sheer dumb confidence on his face, his stupid uniform bowtie, there’s no way Craig should feel at ease. But, he has forty bucks and his reputation on the line, and Kenny might just be the best shot he has at escaping his current hellhole situation. Craig stands, gripping Kenny’s hand.

“Fuck it,” he says. “I trust you, let’s do this.”

#crenny #fanfiction #south park #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #fake dating au #tweek tweak

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sopiloveshobi · 3 months ago

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Boyfriend Hoseok who is terrified of bugs and spiders. Fluff, no warnings. 3k wc - short and sweet. The idea seemed really funny to me and is partially based on real life events of a giant spider trying to take my life (actually crawled on my foot and left)

Another evening spent in your tiny flat. You dragged your feet to your bedroom after spending hours watching silly cat videos on your phone and hours of tv shows binge. You turned the light on and slowly walked in looking for your pjs. In the corner of your eye you saw something dark on the wall and instinctively turned your head around to see. There he was, a giant of a spider lazily crawling up the wall. You tried not to scream but you couldn’t hold it in. You looked at the open window that you completely forgot to close before it turned dark and thats why now you have to deal with this monster on your wall in the middle of the night.

You grabbed your phone from the corner of the bed that you just placed there and closed the door to the room. There is no way you are sleeping there. There is no way you can sleep at all.

1:56am: Hi, really sorry to message you this late but I have an emergency and I need you to come to my place asap. If youre awake…

You typed on your phone to your very new boyfriend. You have been officially dating for maybe two weeks and before hand there was a lot of short dates and coincidental meetings. A lot of texting. But now you were officially his girlfriend and it felt right to call him for help. You didn’t have a lot of hope that he will respond, because he told you earlier he will have to be up really early. You tried to stay calm but you kept pacing back and forth. Then your phone chimed.

1:59am Hoseok: Are you okay? I will be there soon, just trying to find something to wear! Hold tight!

He is coming! A saviour. Perfect. You really didn’t intend to bother him and you were still very nervous around him. You tried to always look good in front of him and impress him. The thought of him coming around made you panic a little bit so you put the few bits out of order back to its place and occasionally monitored if the beast hasn’t left your bedroom to torment you in the next room. But it hasn’t. You didn’t even think of your looks, you were a little bit too stressed about the beast situation. Your door buzzed and you rushed to it. You opened the door wearing very oversized tshirt and long stretched joggers. You looked up and your eyes met with his. Looking as perfect as always. Jung Hoseok. He was also wearing more casual outfit than usually, but it was past 2am in the morning and you couldn’t expect anything else from him. He looked at you and couldn’t hold a smile in. He was absolutely crazy about you and seeing you in this very domestic like style, with unbrushed hair and no make up made his heart throb and his stomach flip. He thought you were even cuter like this. The make up wasn’t ever to cover your beauty but enhance it and he appreciated it even more.

‘Are you okay? What happened?!’ After a short stare off he rushed inside and closed the door behind him.

‘I…. Im so sorry! He’s just so big I won’t be able to sleep..’ you started panicking again thinking of the size of the spider.

‘Who?!’ Hoseok was confused. Size of who. What were you talking about.

‘Follow me’ you said and you slowly opened the door to your bedroom. He poked his head through and saw the spider on the wall still lazily crawling around in place. He twitched and fell back instantly. Fuck. A spider of this size. He hated the bugs, hated spiders. He was terrified of them. He gulped loudly and looked back at you. You looked at him and he closed the door really fast. It seemed like his heart started racing and he felt uneasy. He looked at you and saw how terrified you were but so was he. He needed to save his face somehow. He smiled at you briefly and went in and closed the door behind himself. He looked at the spider and just couldn’t. There was no way he could do anything about it. He pulled out his phone and looked up a humber in his contacts.

2:15am Hoseok: Namjoonia I really need your help. I need you to kill a spider for me!!!

2:16am Namjoon: I am asleep, please leave me alone!

He read the message and exhaled out loud. He started huffing whilst pacing around the room, far away from the spider. He looked at the beast again and grabbed a slider laying on the floor. He will have to do it himself. There is no other way.

2:19am Jimin: Hyung, are you busy now?

Yes! Jimin the saviour Hoseok thought to himself reading the text from his friend.

2:19am Hoseok: Jiminie I need you to kill a spider in my girlfriends bedroom, I’m desperate!

He went straight to the issue knowing Jimin didn’t live far away from your flat. He put his phone into his pocket and decided to get all the courage he had in him and face the spider in the meantime. He walked towards the wall and as he was getting braver the spider decided to move up the wall. Swiftly moving his eight legs. That was enough for Hoseok to make a really loud squeak and run back to where was originally standing. His phone buzzed few times but he was petrified in the corner of your bedroom.

Eventually the door buzzed and you were really surprised since you weren’t expecting anyone at 2am in the morning but you opened the door and you saw Jimin standing in front of you in his pjs and rosy cheeks. He looked a little bit tipsy and you felt really bad, not really knowing why was he there.

‘I am here to take over the spider’ he smiled politely and walked into your flat. You were really confused and instinctively looked at the door of your bedroom wondering if everything is okay between Hobi and the spider. You turned back to still smiling Jimin and you pointed your finger at the closed door to your bedroom. He went straight in and closed the door behind him. As much as you were terrified of the spider you didn’t think it would be a two man job.

Jimin walked into the bedroom and saw petrified Hoseok in the corner holding onto the slider for his dear life.

‘You have done well hyung. Let me help’ he whispered to him and took the shoe from Hobis hands. He walked to towards the corner of the room and slapped it swiftly onto the wall flattening the spider. It had no chance of survival and it only took about few seconds. Hoseok instantly came back to his senses and said

‘Jiminie she knows youre here! I will look like a right idiot that couldn’t kill a spider when she called me at night!’ He started panicking and looking around like a solution will present itself right in front of him.

‘Lets just tell her it’s all done and leave. Im sure she will be grateful the spider is gone and will forget about it all soon’ Jimin patted his shoulder and put the shoe down.

‘Okay. Good idea. Lets go’ Hoseok opened the door and the two men left your bedroom.

‘All done! Better get going now. I will text you tomorrow! Sleep well’ Hoseok said really fast, his words nearly merged together and they quickly put their shoes on and left closing the door behind them.

You blinked few times at the closed door and then looked inside the bedroom. The room was indeed spider free but there was now a somewhat big mark on the wall. At least that was your confirmation that the spider was really gone. You were already tired so you turned all the lights off and situated yourself in your spider free bed. You took your phone from the night stand and wanted to type something to Hobi but you were still a little bit surprised and wasn’t sure what actually happened. You decided not to message your still new and exciting boyfriend and wait until he messages as he promised. You put your phone away and drifted away into the dream land.

***

You woke up to your phone buzzing. Few left messages.

8:55am Hoseok: Hi. I hope you had a good night sleep. Text me when youre up!

9:46am Hoseok: Are you still asleep? If so, don’t worry!

10:29am Hoseok: i hope youre not ignoring me!

You wiped your eyes and read the messages again. It was quarter to 11 and you had a really nice sleep. You decided to answer right away since he already left three messages.

10:47am: I just woke up. Is everything okay?

You sent the text and got up from bed straight to your bathroom to brush your teeth.

10:48am Hoseok: I was just wondering if you were all okay after the spider incident. Do you want to do something today?

You heard your phone buzz and walked into the bedroom to pick it up from the bed, still brushing your teeth. You smiled at the message. He was worried about you and wanted to see you again. Your stomach flooded with butterflies.

10:49am: I’m all fine! What do you have in mind? I don’t have any plans today.

You responded and took the phone with you this time. You got already really excited at the prospect of seeing him again and already forgotten about the weird Jimin Hoseok taking care of the spider last night.

10:55am Hoseok: Let’s get coffee and go on a walk! I will be there at 11:30 to pick you up. See you then

He responded. You had only half an hour to get ready, so you picked up the pace of getting ready, finished your routine and put your hair in a high ponytail. It didn’t look warm outside so you threw on a pair of jeans and one of your favourite sweaters with a bear on it. You have quickly put all your essentials in your favourite handbag and checked yourself in the mirror few times. You looked decent, you fixed your eye make up few times because you didn’t like how it turned out and then your phone buzzed again and you saw message from Hoseok saying ‘Im waiting downstairs in the car’ which was your cue to go downstairs and meet him. You put your white sneakers on and grabbed the keys from the small table and locked the door behind yourself. You have taken the lift down and you saw Hoseoks car in the garage, so you went towards it and got inside.

‘Hey, good to see you’ he said without looking at you, waited a second for you to put the seatbelt on and drove off. You looked at him smiling, the sight of him driving the car was really exciting and attractive in your eyes but he didn’t seem to pay any attention to you. But you thought maybe he is just a careful driver and he didn’t want to be distracted. He didn’t say anything to you through the entire journey, he didnt even look at you when you were stuck on a red light. You eventually parked the car and went towards a nearby cafe. He let you go first as he opened the door for you and he smiled at you lightly but then he looked away really fast.

Was he breaking up with you? He was acting really strange and really uninterested. You ordered coffee and pastries and sat down in the corner. You couldn’t stand the silence so you kept looking at him but he would be on his phone or staring into the abyss. You finished your pastry and coffee and there was still zero conversation going on.

‘Are you okay?’ you finally broke the silence and he seemed to come back to the table from whatever planet his brain was currently on.

‘Oh yes, what about you?’ He bounced the question right back at you. He didn’t seem present at all and just wanted the attention off himself.

You saw him texting back and forth with someone and it made you feel upset. You were so excited for the date, everything seems quite new and exciting and he has been acting like you dragged him from his home.

‘I think i will get going now..’ you answered and got up from the table. He saw you getting up and he immediately got up himself.

‘Oh I thought you didn’t have any plans. That’s okay, let me drive you back’ he sounded a little bit disappointed but also too helpful. You were so confused by getting those mixed signals.

‘I don’t but this isn’t going to well is it? I will give you some space’ you responded and just left. You didn’t want to, you were fighting your feet but the whole situation was really strange and he seemed so absent and uninterested in you. And he watched you walk out and walk somewhere on your own. He looked at his phone and another message came through. He looked at it and picked a number on his phone.

‘Jiminah? I think I blew it. I couldn’t stop feeling embarrassed and that stopped me from speaking and then I wouldn’t even look at her… she just walked off’ his voice broke down and he sounded really upset. He sat back down on at the table.

‘Hyung, it’s okay. You just have to be honest. She seemed so into you. You both just got official, surely she wouldn’t agree if she didn’t like you!’ Jimins voice was a comfort to Hoseok. He always knew what to say. And for once Hobi took his advice, ended the call and grabbed his stuff and run outside hoping to still catch you. But he couldn’t see you so he continued running towards the way you walked away.

You kept walking for a bit and evening ended up by a bench that was partially on the street and behind it grew trees and a small park had its entrance. You decided to sit on the bench, since you really didn’t have any plans for the day. You were upset and you were holding your tears in, because you really cared about Hoseok, but you were so confused by his sudden change.

He finally caught on and was trying to catch his breath when he saw you on the bench.

‘Y/n!’ he shouted and waived. You turned your head and saw him running again towards you.

‘Hobi?’ You wiped your eyes not believing what you were seeing.

He made it to the bench, sat next to you and was about to say something but he needed to regulate his breath first.

‘I am so sorry please give me a chance’ he puffed out finally, still trying his best to calm down.

‘I am so confused. You showed up last night at mine after a single text, and today you can’t even look at me…’you didn’t really want to play any weird mind games with him. You looked him in the eye hurt.

‘I know. I nearly messed it up. It’s because…’ he paused and looked away for a second trying to gather all of the courage he had in him ‘I didn’t kill the spider. I am terrified of bugs’ he finally admitted it and then it all became clearer. You realised Jimin did in fact show up and it was probably because Hoseok couldn’t tell you he was scared. So he was trying to save his face.

‘Oh..’ you gasped and started giggling a little. Not at the fact that he was scared like you, but that he was so self conscious about it.

‘I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at you. I really want to impress you and be good for you and protect you. But.. I tried i just couldn’t face that beast’ he pouted and looked at you. And he saw you giggle, which partially took the weight off his shoulder but he was still concerned that you were laughing at him.

‘Oh Hobi’ you couldn’t stop giggling ‘You do impress me, and I am the last person to judge you. I am scared too thats why I called you’ you added to reassure him. His pout turned into a slight smile.

‘Are you sure you don’t think its you know, unmanly of me?’ He added, still half pouting but his eyes were now smiling.

‘We could try and get over our fears eventually, maybe when we live together we could just try and tackle any bugs together’ you chuckled and smiled at him.

‘When we what?!’ He smiled now, nearly giggled because he didn’t expect that you were thinking of him in those categories. He moved closer to you now and grabbed your hand.

‘Anything for you. Well.. almost’ he started laughing and you looked at this face. Nobody laughed as bright as him. His eyes were nearly closed and his big smile turned into a heart and his cheeks turned red. You were also laughing and then the both of you locked eyes again and the atmosphere turned from very cute to a world of your own. Like nobody else existed around you. He moved even closer to you and leaned forward. With the other hand, that wasn’t locked with yours he cupped your cheek and pulled it closer to himself. He closer his eyes and softly pecked your lips, which you responded with a peck and eventually both of your lips found each other and a rhythm. You couldn’t be happier, because this gorgeous man was all yours.

#bts #fanfic #fanfiction #jhope x f reader #jhope x reader #jung hoseok #hobi #park jimin #kim namjoon #fluff

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dellalyra · 2 years ago

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ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ {.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.}𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦

𓆩♡𓆪 A/N: this was such a fun submission and my first time writing for Kakashi so I hope it's okay!! As always, check out the masterlist for more and if you're under 18 - buzz off, you're responsible for your own media consumption and this is a mature content blog. Ily all <3

𓆩♡𓆪 Summary: A case of mistaken identity at the spring leads to some fortunate revelations.

𓆩♡𓆪CW: Smut, smut, lots of it, just lots of sex, sexy jutsu, cursing, fem!reader, mentions of weapons.

The water soothed your aching joints in seconds, dry skin – sunburn and all – floating away with the soft ripples of the water. You could hear the soft trickle of taps and the sounds of a nearby nightingale. The warm, early summer air brushed against your skin. All alone in the hot spring, you finally felt calm. You last mission in the Hidden Sand had really taken it out of you, the summer heat, the nightmare opponents you faced and the seemingly endless stream of missions you’d been on had really taken its toll, but now, you had a whole month off. Tsunade insisted every six months, a Jonin got a month off, and 2 weeks every 3 months for ANBU members. As you begin to plan all the things you want to do for the next month (sleep, mainly) you rise from the water, steaming tendrils following your skin. You’re alone, so you don’t need a towel right now and the balmy air feels incredible on your bare skin. You loose your hair from its clip-on top of your head and let it tumble down your back as you rake your hands over your scalp.

As you bend over to reach for your towel, a metallic ‘whizz’ swishes past your ear and clatters on the wall. Turning to the collision point, your heart stops. The discarded Kunai was lodged in the plaster of the wall.

Just one night.

That’s all you wanted.

And preferably to not have to fight anyone nude.

“Alright, who’s there? If you’re gonna fight me then c’mon, I wanna get home.” You say into the night.

“Oh shit.” You hear coming from behind the door. Wait, you know that low timbre.

“Kakashi?” You ask, now wrapping your soft towel around your bare figure.

“Wait? Y/N?” The voice replies, and out comes the suspect – hand covering his one exposed eye.

“Mind telling me why you’re tossing kunai at me at 2am in the hot spring?” You say, sitting on a nearby rock.

“Not really.”

“We’ll, you’re gonna.”

“I – uh – shit.” The visible tips of his ears were bright red.

“Wait – were you spying on me? What the fuck Hatake?” He must have seen everything if he threw that kunai at you.

“Jesus, no! Who do you think I am – Jiraiya?!” Everyone knew of the Sanin’s ‘bathhouse visits.

“You got a lot of explaining to do then!”

“Or – how about we forget this ever happened?”

“No.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

You noticed he was crouched funny on the tree branch he had perched on, head facing down, and he kept adjusting his mask.

“I was coming for a bath because nobody comes out here this late, so I can take off my mask. Then, I – saw there was someone there and thought…” He knew he had to tell you the truth, he didn’t want the girl he’d been in love with since he was 12 to think that all the Icha-Icha had turned him into a peeping Tom.

“Thought what? That maybe some late-night attempted murder would be fun?!”

“No!”

“Then what!”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you!”

“Then why did you throw a kunai at my damn head!”

“I thought you Naruto was here!”

“You thought I was NARUTO?!”

“Shit, Y/N, I thought you were his Sexy Jutsu!”

You pause. Stomach dropped.

Kakashi looked as if he’d die.

“Wait? What?”

“You heard me.”

“Get down here.”

If he thought you, in all your naked glory, had been Naruto’s jutsu – such an embodiment of beauty that it rendered enemies bleeding – oh my god. The head tilt, the mask.

He had a nosebleed.

Kakashi thought that you were so sexy, that you couldn’t be real.

The man – who you had been in love with since you were 11 – got a nosebleed from seeing you naked.

He dropped down from the branch, silent as a panther.

He had his head tilted to look at the sky and honestly, you were surprised this man hadn’t disappeared into a puff of smoke. He was pretty awkward, had been his whole life. Like a stray cat, you always thought.

You took a step closer.

It’s now or never.

The confidence you felt seeping through your very blood was something you’d never felt before. You felt electric. The Copy Ninja, Son of the White Fang, Master of a Thousand Jutsu’s, Chidori creator – had been rendered essentially useless and a puddle of a man all because of your bare skin.

The thought of him feeling so enamoured by you sent pure blazing heat between your thighs.

You wanted him.

You wanted him to ruin you.

You stepped closer.

“You mean that, ‘Kashi?” You ask, voice low and airy with want and awe.

He just stares into your eyes, his pupils taking in your lust-blown ones.

You wanted him.

He was going to ruin you.

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.” He says, fingers dipping to hook under your chin and tilt your face to look up at him.

Only in this proximity did you realise the sheer difference between you, he dwarfed you. His broad shoulders engulfing you in shadow, moonlight draping across his silver hair like silk.

“You know… you should probably make sure I am real.” You bat your lashes at him.

“And how would I do that?”

“Touch me.”

With that, he wraps one arm around your waist and weaves his fingers through the hair at the back of your head, pulling you in flush with his solid body.

You could already feel him, even through his tac trousers, his whole body – hot and hard.

“Say it again.” He almost growls, and you almost fall apart on the spot.

“Touch me, ‘Kashi. Please.”

“Fuck, sweetheart - you’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that” He mumbles, lithe fingers tracing your curves.

“Then stop fucking around. I thought you were a man of action?” You tease.

“Oh, I’m planning on fucking around a lot more.” He smirks, the curve of his lips visible through the mask. He spots your eyes flitting down to his lips and he hooks a finger into his mask.

13 years of friendship and you had only seen him without his mask once, and that time, he was covered in blood as you attempted to heal him.

But fuck, was it worth the wait.

He barely gave you a second to think and admire, before his still-smirking lips came crashing onto yours. He tasted like heaven, the salt of sweat and something sweeter making you whimper into his mouth. His scent too, it’s encasing you completely – salty, fresh soap, and something woodsy that you don’t have the attention span to pinpoint right now.

You tangle your fingers into the thick mass of soft hair on his pretty head and tugged slightly, eliciting a pained groan from the man who immediately hoisted you by the thighs onto his waist, and you feel yourself being pushed up against a tree. From this angle, you could already feel his stiff length against the plush of your ass as he ground his hips into you, making you gasp – an opportunity he grasped to slide his tongue into the cavern of your mouth. Experimentally, you circle your hips to feel him again and he pulls his mouth from yours.

“This feels like every wet dream I had as a teenager.” He smirks, reattaching his lips to your neck, breathing heavy and ragged with restraint to not just rip your towel off and plunge himself into you then and there.

“Who was the star of those dreams?” You giggle, genuinely curious as to who he fantasised over when you were sitting with him as your teenage dream.

“Who do you think, dumbass?”

“Tsunade-sama?” The most beautiful woman in the village back then had to be the obvious choice.

But you must have guessed wrong, for he sank his teeth into the silky skin of your neck in protest before pulling away, keeping one hand under your thighs, and bringing the other up to cup your cheek.

“Idiot.”

“Rude.”

“You. Y/N. It’s always been you.”

You kiss him this time. Softer, sweeter than the last.

“You’ve been the star of all my dreams, since we were kids.” You whisper into his lips.

He reattaches his lips to yours, your teeth lightly pulling on his lower lip which makes him lift you from the tree and carry you to the patch of mossy earth beside the spring. It feels like a cloud on your back, and ask he adjusts himself over you, you take the chance to pop the fastening of your towel, letting it flutter to the ground beneath you and exposing yourself to him – with full awareness this time.

“As good up close, Hatake?” You smirk at him as his hands form fists by his side – jaw clenched.

“So much fucking better.” He says as he dives back into your neck.

You let yourself indulge in the feeling of his heated lips and tongue leaving marks over your skin, that will no doubt be as purple as grapes by tomorrow, his teeth leaving bite marks that he may as well just spell out ‘Property of Kakashi Hatake” on your forehead and be done with it. You realise he’s mumbling, and you listen to his words.

mine mine mine mine mine was the chorus being sung into your skin and you pull his face up to look at you.

“Yours.”

You tug on the bottom hem of his vest and shirt, desperate to have him as bare as you to which he eagerly obliges – unclipping the fastenings of the vest in what must be record speed – oh what those hands could do, you often thought to yourself watching him make hand signs or twirl his kunai around his fingers – leaving you frustrated and hot under the collar as you fought alongside him in countless missions, always relieving the pent up tension with your own measly fingers when you returned home – they did the job, but you just knew he would work pure magic on your body with his.

But soon enough, all thoughts leave your mind because before you – no hitai-ate, no mask, no vest, no shirt was Kakashi. Muscled thighs spread, kneeling over your thighs and looking down at him. Eyes as dark as the night sky itself, pale skin scattered with shiny scars – some of which you stitched up yourself – and his hair glowing in the light of the moon that was acting as a backdrop.

“Fuck, ‘Kashi. You’re fucking… beautiful.” You softly sigh. You think you’ve never seen a person so stunning, corded muscles of his arms showcasing the pure agile strength of him, chest heaving and glittering with a slight sheen of sweat and defined, chiselled abs leading to a strong Adonis belt decorated with a trail of darker grey hair leading down, down, down…

You could see him straining against the fabric of his pants, obviously painfully hard as he hissed when you so much as brushed a finger against the zipper of them. You look up at him through your eyelashes and the sight takes his breath away.

You lay beneath him, hair splayed out like a fallen angels, contrasting against the mossy floor beneath you. Sparkling eyes reflecting the starlight gazing wide eyed at him through your fluttering lashes rendered him speechless. The cute curve of your nose, leading to those delicious kiss-swollen lips. The slope of your neck and the smell of you – God the smell. Roses and cherries and something deeper, something that was just you. Your scent drove him wild as he had been kissing your neck, leading him to create the litany of marks he was now admiring. These were all things he’d seen before, admired before, loved before. But now, you had allowed him to venture further, to see the parts of you that he would imagine reading his novels. The girl in the stories was always you – since he first picked it up. All of his dreams, day and night, and his imagination when his own calloused palm and fingers were wrapped around his flushed cock in his bed at night – they were all you. Spread beneath him, beside him, on top of him. Some days, especially in summer – training had been torture with you. Your skin slick with sweat, droplets dripping between your breast – your shorts or skirt riding higher and higher as the heat grew more stifling. There had been many days he had felt his pants tighten and had to come up with an excuse to vanish from the training grounds to somewhere private.

Yet, none of that – not one imagined image – could compare to what was lain before him now.

Chest heaving, the slope of your waist leading to the wider curve of your hips, he was desperate to see your ass, he’d always been an ass man and he was convinced yours was the best around, he’d never tell that he’d heard other ANBU members talking about how much they loved your ass in your uniform one time and it had infuriated him so much that he had them on extra training for a month – thighs so strong and beautiful that he wanted them wrapped around his head so many times and the soft, squishy mound between them. Fuck, he wanted to taste you.

“Sweetheart, you’ve no idea what you do to me.” He says, voice strained.

“I’ve a rough idea, probably the same as what you do to me.” You smirk, taking his hand and guiding it to where you can already feel your sopping folds.

A soft ‘fuckkkk’ was groaned when he felt how soaked you were, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

With the speed only he could have, he is suddenly on his knees, strong body separating your thighs so he can look at your most intimate places. You squirm under his gaze, charcoal eyes so intense you feel like he can see right through you. Before you can think, he’s licking a long, sloppy stripe from your dripping hole to the precious little pearl above. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes you at the feeling of his mouth – until he does it again. This time, with more precision, a look on his face of pure determination and concentration, he was now lapping at your slick like you were an oasis in the desert. The fiery heat in your stomach intensified to a scorching level when he brought up his pretty pink lips to wrap around your little nub and gently suckle, your thighs clenching around his head and hands tugging at the roots of his hair at this new action – oh, he found what you liked. You were so focused on the feel of his mouth and the coil in your belly tightening that you don’t register the finger circling your entrance until it’s dipping into you, and you gasp, back arching at the delight of this foreign intrusion. You mewl as he adds another and curls them inside you, searching for that sweet spot. He knows he’s found it when you mewl into the night, and you can feel him smirk against you. Fuck, you were right. Those hands – magical.

“Jesus, ‘Kashi. I’m so ah – so close, fuck.” Your voice is almost unrecognisable, breathy and heavy simultaneously.

He groans into you.

“Good girl, cum for me sweetheart. Let me taste you.” He says, only detaching his mouth long enough for the words to come out. He snakes his free hand up to pinch and tug at your nipple and you’re sent careening over the edge – body tensing and arching off the ground into his face and body as waves and waves of heat and pressure release from your wound-up body. He slowly lets you ride out your high on his fingers and mouth before pulling away and dropping a kiss just below your navel.

“Need you, ‘Kashi. Please.” You mumble, already slurring your words and so, so desperate to be filled.

“You are sure, sweetheart?” He asks, swiping a thumb across your lower lip. You nod, then wrap your lips around his finger and reach out the undo the fastening of his trousers. You pull his pants and boxers down in one swoop and you think you’ve died and gone to heaven – is this real? Is this man real? Surely not.

A pretty, pale pink, uncut cock slaps up against his stomach - easily the largest you’ve seen, about 8 inches and thick enough that you think you’re going to need both hands to handle it, because one surely won’t do. The flush tip is dripping with shiny droplets of precum, spreading across his very-lickable abs.

You can’t help it – the whimper comes out of your mouth as you lean forward in hopes of catching him in your mouth. A hand grips your hair just as you slide your tongue out pas your lips.

“Sweetheart – as much as I want to see those pretty lips around my cock – I gotta feel you now. I have to be inside you.” He mutters.

“Please, ‘Kashi – just a little taste.” You bargain with him, eyes wide and pleading.

He might just cum on the spot.

He can’t deny that pretty request so he relinquishes his hold on your hair and you dart forward, soft, warm, wet tongue licking a languid stripe up the midnight blue vein on the underside of his cock and he reaches an arm, pinching his wrist to make sure this isn’t a dream. When he felt the pinch, he realised this was really happening, you were real and here and so was he. All those years of pining and dreaming were coming to fruition.

He lets you continue for a few more licks before he grips your hips and lays you on your back, large hands spayed across the flesh and digging squeezing tightly.

He leans down, locking lips with you once more as he grinds himself into your warmth, hissing in unison with his tip catching on you clenching hole.

Thank fuck for your contraception is all you can think.

He adjusts himself and even your own arousal and post orgasmic bliss didn’t prepare you for the initial tip as he slowly slides the mushroom tip of his cock into you, the burn didn’t last for long however, pain making way for pleasure as in one swift thrust, he sheathes the rest of himself into you – walls so wet and warm he thinks he might stay like this forever. He gives you a second to adjust before he feels you start to squirm under him, experimentally rolling his hips to meet yours and the noises you both let out could have been a symphony – the feeling of being wrapped up, tangled together was otherworldly. His thrusts grew deeper and deeper as he once again latched his teeth onto your throat. You could feel him holding back, and that simply wouldn’t do.

“Ah – ‘Kashi, fuck – ruin me, don’t hold back – please.” You say, intentionally squeezing around his cock.

“Say please.” His gruff voice calls into your ear.

“Kashi, just – fuck, faster.”

“Say. Please.” Each word was punctuated by a brutal thrust and a sinful smirk.

“Please, Kakashi. Please – ruin me.”

With that he lifted your shaking legs so your knees rested on his toned shoulders, ANBU tattoo contrasting his pale skin. He noticed yours simultaneously, pressing a kiss to it.

The moment of tenderness was quickly shattered when he gripped your waist with a pressure that would definitely result in bruises and begin to drive his cock into you at an unforgiving pace. The air knocked from your lungs; you could feel the winding spring beginning to tighten in your belly once again.

“Pretty cunt squeezing me like fuckin’ vice. As if you weren’t tight enough already.” He growls as he feels your orgasm approaching and his words have you coming undone around him, soaking his cock.

His hips stutter as your gummy walls flutter around him and he’s seconds away from reaching his own Euphoria.

“Where can I cum, sweetheart?” He whines, and the Copy Ninja of Honoha whimpers at your reply.

“Inside. Please, inside, make me yours.” You reply, tugging on his hair at the nape of his neck.

With this, his hips still as his balls contract and he empties himself inside of you, warmth flooding your sense and body milking him for all he’s got. You both sit there to catch your breaths for a second, basking in the afterglow.

Then, you start to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, sliding to lay beside you, arm wrapping around your waist.

“I can’t believe you actually thought I was Naruto’s sexy Jutsu, and that your first reaction was to throw a weapon at it.” Your giggles overtook you as you remembered the events that lead to this moment.

He groans in response.

“Never living that down, am I?” A sly smile illustrates he’s not actually that upset about it.

“Not as long as I’m around.” You reply, lacing your fingers with his and lifting your gaze to meet his steely one.

“And how long will that be, sweetheart?” He says, stroking a thumb over your cheekbone.

“Forever, if you’ll have me?” You softly smile in response, leaning into his hand.

“Of course, I will – been yours since the day you slapped Obito for saying dolls were silly when we were 10.” He laughs at the memory, and you giggle at the image of a shocked Obito who decided then and there that he was your friend, a snickering young Kakashi standing nearby.

You’re both silent for a second.

“I love you, ‘Kashi.” You whisper.

“I love you too.”

The nightingale’s song provided the soundtrack for the long-awaited confession between the two of you, a sound which would forever be imprinted for the rest of your lives together as what marked the start of your relationship.

You untangle yourself from him, standing up and the starlight highlights the dribbles of his essence crawling down your inner thighs.

“Wanna join me in the spring? Seems I need to bathe again.” You smirk, hips swinging and eyes glancing over your shoulder as you make your way to the water.

“Y/N, the day I say no to that, kill me because I’ve surely gone mad.” He says and swipes you over his shoulder like a rag doll and slaps a large around across the fat of your ass.

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