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switchin’ lanes - l.jn | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, pwp???, fluff (if u squint) wordcount ➠ 8.3k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jeno, badboy!jeno, college!au, ━ where you and jeno are in a relationship, but not with each other. warnings ➠ explicit language, cheating, flirty banter, alcohol consumption, drugs, yall at a party, physical fighting (not with you), mentions of cuts/bruises, hickeys, drunk public dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f/receiving) synopsis ➠ If your boyfriend didn’t decide to join such a stupid unofficial club, then maybe you wouldn’t be in such a sticky situation where Lee Jeno is literally knuckles deep in your sticky situation as he drives you home. Or maybe if your boyfriend actually touched you, then you wouldn’t be seeking it from someone else, who can’t keep his hands off of you. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @dearlyminhyung

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The heavy double doors of the classroom stare tauntingly at you. The evening setting in, painting the sky with strokes of orange and pink. You managed to remain complaint free the entire day, until your forgetful boyfriend canceled on you because of a club meeting. A meeting for an unofficial club on campus because it is illegal to street race. A club consists of delinquents that are obsessed with cars and steal your boyfriend away from you.

This is the fifth time this week that your boyfriend stood you up or coincidentally forgot your dates. You can’t remember the last time he physically stood in front of you and not through a phone screen. However, it is not completely the stupid club’s fault that your boyfriend has neglected you.

He truly is the worst boyfriend ever. He blames everything on his bad memory and does not prioritize you in his life. He loves one thing --- his car. You could be lying in a hospital bed, and he wouldn’t care to check up on you.

So why did you stay with him? Because you’re scared of being alone? Possibly, but it is a can of worms that you did not want to open just yet. Sex is definitely not the reason you stay with him. He hasn’t touched you sexually since the first and now, last time you two slept together.

You try your best, to only be waved off with a yawn. He doesn’t compliment you. He doesn’t look at you lovingly. He doesn’t even kiss you for longer than two seconds. You are a toppling tower, ready to crumble at any given moment.

The anger in your body fuels you as you pull the door open to reveal several men in leather jackets chatting away with each other. One by one, they all begin to lay their eyes on who abruptly interrupted their joyous conversations. Your eyes scan the room full of intimidating men, whose auras cause a shiver to run down your spine.

Your boyfriend is nowhere in sight, given that there are plenty enough guys who have the ability to cover him. You walk into the open space and the entire mood of the room shifts.

Heavy cologne and a deafening silence fill the air. One particular male, who has been eyeing you the entire time, gets up and walks towards you.

“Are you lost, baby?” Scoffs and chuckles sparsely cover the corners of the room. The unknown male has a jarring cut on his eyebrow, matching a small bruise on his upper cheekbone.

“I’m looking for my boyfriend…” Your weak voice trails off from the sudden attractive male intimidation. The tall man peers around the room, crossing his arms.

“If you are this beautiful woman’s boyfriend, please fucking come out now. It’s very rude to keep your girl waiting for you!” Initially, his low throaty shout startles you. A heavy heat falls on your cheeks when you register his choice of adjectives.

The whole room falls silent once more, before your pitiful boyfriend steps out from between two bulkier men. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?” His eyes nervously bounce around the room, a shaky laughter erupting from his gut.

“Sorry, Jeno. I didn’t mean to cause such a scene. I didn’t even see her come in.”

Like a trigger, you remember your intentions for storming in uninvited. Jeno gauges your flaming reaction to your boyfriend’s apologetic words. He nods, not out of acceptance of the apology, but out of disbelief.

He pulls your boyfriend by the collar of his white shirt and your eye widens at the condescending tone that causes your boyfriend to cower, “I’m not the one to apologize to.” With a careless toss, your boyfriend ends up shaking in front of you.

“Jeno is not the only one you should be scared of.” You whisper angrily to him as the rest of the room continues on with their previous chatter.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, “listen, Jeno’s been arrested before. You don’t want to get on that man’s bad side.”

Your eyes wander behind your boyfriend’s hunching shoulders, catching Jeno steal peeks at you too. There is no interest in the other rambling male that stands in front of him. He just wants to check you out a bit more.

He is the hottest person you’ve ever gotten the attention of. You feel flustered, and a bit flattered at his lingering gaze. His brown hair is slicked back messily, giving you more to admire. Jeno is an absolute cliche from a bad boy fanfiction. He is unreal, and the odd chance that he can’t keep his eyes off of you, is also unreal.

But with a light nudge from a blue haired fellow, Jeno’s eyes peel away from your’s. They exchange a few words, which then propels Jeno to hurriedly put on his slightly tattered leather jacket.

You lick your lips to the sight of his body lines as he stands up to follow his friend, but not without another look back at you. Noticing your stare still on him, he bids you a tiny wave goodbye with a smirk to die for. And like that, he’s gone.

“Are you listening to me?” Your boyfriend’s voice finally reaches your reality. Your focus shifts to the obviously irritated expression on his face.

“I guess, I’m not. Don’t fucking stand me up again or I will key your car.” You aren’t actually those kinds of girls, but your boyfriend didn’t take a threat seriously unless it involves his highly treasured car.

And like Jeno, you also make your exit out of the steamy room. The chilly night brush against your unknowingly hot cheeks. Then, you take yourself to the only unhealthy coping mechanism you can think of: a place of free alcohol and no boyfriend.

It takes you a few months to completely stop caring about your dying relationship. You figure how easy it is for your boyfriend to do it, so you make the same decision.

He spends his nights with his friends he made from his club, and has totally become a self proclaimed car enthusiast. You lose yourself in copious amounts of cheap alcohol at your local parties and it’s almost like you stop sulking over a man who kisses his car goodnight.

While being alone did not bother you as much as you had been dreading, the sexual frustration is a completely different issue. You are absolutely drooling whenever your eyes find Jeno in the crowds of sweaty bodies.

If there is one good thing that came out of your boyfriend’s membership in that club, it had to be Lee Jeno and a few other notable people who attended the same parties as you.

He became a very close acquaintance, and you had learned some very important names associated with the Ridin’ Club. Na Jaemin, Lee Haechan, and Huang Renjun. But the three could not compare to the kindhearted Jeno that makes butterflies stir in your lower abdomen.

Over the months, you also had learned rather quickly that your sexually clouded mind had tricked you previously into thinking that Jeno’s stares were full of lust for you. His girlfriend makes it clear that it isn’t the case.

Although you have caught the couple making out several times when trying to use the bathroom, your feverish, impure attraction toward Jeno never calmed down.

“You’re looking very tempting tonight, baby.” Jeno’s beaming eye smile greets you, even after completely undressing you with his gaze. His arms are wide open to embrace your warm body.

The parties are always too hot to wear a fully clothed outfit. You often settle for a cute tank top and a short skirt to prevent your legs from collecting extra moisture. Jeno, without a fail, shows up in black jeans that clad his lower half, tucked with a simple white shirt. His tattoos and toned arms being on full display for you to admire.

“Better make sure your actual baby doesn’t hear that.” The loud beats of the music make Jeno’s chuckle almost inaudible, but his expression remains cheerful, as per usual. “Did you get into another fight?”

The fresh wound cut through his smooth complexion, which will eventually join the rest of his collection of fading scars. He mindlessly grazes over the new bandaging and dramatically winces. Clearly concerned, you grab his hand away from the injury. “Don’t touch it, stupid.”

His smile curves into a sly smirk, as he intertwines your fingers and kisses the back of your hand. “It doesn’t hurt at all.” His chest heaves into a fit of giggles, “just wanted to see you care for me.”

Groaning, you shake his massive hand off of your’s. “Very funny. I should start charging you for my attention.”

“Name your price, I got all the money in the world for you.” He winks, while lightly pinching your cheek. You are lying to yourself if you thought you could ever stay away from him. Jeno stirs up a part of you that craves the cheesy nicknames, flirty comments and the undivided attention.

He motions you to follow him into the mess of people. Almost as if he’s a god, the crowd parts for you two to walk through without unnecessary extra bodies. The fear that settles in many individuals’ chest is understandable.

Like your first impression, Jeno is a complete walking fanfiction trope. He negotiates better with his fists, usually with good reason. The guns of the Ridin’ Club, though, his friends are very much to be feared as well. They will not hesitate to run someone over, if given the heated situation to do so. And most definitely, you can count them to be backing up their fighter, Jeno.

You had not been mindful before of the chatter that regarded the secret Ridin’ Club. They are notorious for fast paced very illegal races in the middle of nowhere destinations and tempers that aren’t meant to be provoked. Besides their intimidating aura, it melts away after getting to know them.

Lee Haechan, the most annoying brat, but has the strongest, the most loyal bond to his boys. He’s also notably funny, often making you laugh with an exchange of banter.

Huang Renjun, the whiniest and initially quiet boy, but grows to be one of the loudest and will chew you out if anyone dares try engaging in verbal combat.

Na Jaemin, the flirty playboy who always has a swarm of girls, but the gentlest man with a soft spot for cute things.

And finally, Lee Jeno, the owner of your nights. He is the friendliest of them all, despite him being the toughest one. While his stare can kill, melting away his layers reveal the warmest heart. Not that Jeno is the only one to show initial interest in you, but he is the most considerate to the people he holds close to him.

He has taken care of you for many drunk nights and watched protectively over your intoxicated figure in the crowds. He makes you feel safe and seen, which are some of the many reasons you are entirely attracted to him.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin’s scream pierce your ears the moment the blueberry catches your eye. He excitedly nudges the other two boys, who are busy pouring drinks into red cups.

“You’re going to make me spill it, idiot!” Renjun grumbles, but looks up to see your dazzling smile and tremendous excitement. His own smile grows, “so the life of the party finally decided to say hi.”

“Hi, my fanclub. I appreciate the long awaited greeting.” Your over the top, sarcasm causes all of them to chime loudly. Haechan hands you a cup and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

Jeno joins you at your side and the five of you clink your drinks to the ceiling. A fit of yells over the music and a competition of who can finish first. As per usual, you set your cup down after draining the entirety. The others are still chugging the burning liquid down their throats.

Haechan coughs after dropping his cup onto the counter. His face is twisted with the most disgusted contour, “I don’t know how you do it, (Y/N).”

“I already drank more than you guys, so it just tastes like water now.” You scream over the loud music. Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun toss their empty cups into the sink.

At this rate, you are completely blindsided by the effects of the alcohol as your legs give out to gravity. Jeno catches you quickly, holding your elbows and your head is placed on his shoulder. Jaemin chuckles lovingly, before helping Jeno balance you against the island. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders, as the room spins in front of you.

“You good?” Haechan pats your head gently, whispering close to you.

“I---” You try catching your breath after being winded. “--It’s hitting me now.”

Jeno wraps his arm around your lower waist to draw you close to him, “want to go sit down?” He mumbles into your hair. You nod, Jeno and Renjun supporting your limp body to walk over to the couch.

The dark living room is lit up only by colorful led lights, but it is not enough to make out much of anything. Everyone is in their own world, dancing and socializing within their own selves. The two men set you down on the cushion, but your impulse catches onto Jeno’s wrist before he leaves. Renjun is already lost in the crowd.

“Can I sit on your lap?” You pout cutely, all the shame in your body has been displaced with courage. Jeno’s eyes soften at your sudden request, and kisses the top of your forehead.

“The throne is all yours.” He says as he sits at your side and pulls you on top of his thick thighs. His arm is loosely dangling around your waist, resting on top of your thighs.

The intimate position causes your mind to wander into dark thoughts. His strong, sturdy legs feel delicious against your clothed core. While you’ve been in this position once before, you could never forget how protected, yet very horny it makes you feel.

“What’s on your mind, (y/n)?” Jeno’s deep voice brushes against your bare shoulder and you feel his chest press against your back. “You’ve been pretty silent tonight.”

You turn slightly to face him, “if I told you, I’m scared it would ruin things between us.”

“There’s nothing in the world that can hold me back from you.” He is always so quick to spill such alluring words. His soft lips graze lightly on your skin as his sparkling eyes look up at your expression.

All it takes is one more tiny kiss on your arm to get you grabbing his face, drawing him into a steamy, long awaited kiss. Surprisingly, he kisses you back, open mouth and tongue lapping with your’s. His hands reposition your legs to where you straddle him. Your faces dive deeper into each other’s as the kiss continues to intensify.

Jeno’s lips still have a hint of alcohol, but he mostly tastes like mint gum. And they are comparable to a cloud, the softest lips you have ever made out with. It is like kissing pure heaven, completely different from your boyfriend’s two second pecks. Jeno devours you in a needy way, like he’s been waiting to explore the wonders of your lips.

However, you pull away when you feel the vibration of his phone against your inner thigh, almost like a wake up call. As if all the liquid courage disappeared, you blink back in shock at Jeno’s plump wet lips. The thought of his girlfriend crosses your mind, and maybe slight guilt for your own boyfriend fills your system.

You quickly start getting up from his hot body, “fuck, I’m so sorry..” But his hands pull you back onto him, your legs finding their way open above his thighs again.

“Don’t be, I’ve always wondered what your lips would taste like.” A smirk, then a hearty chuckle relaxes your contracting nerves at the potential of a ruined friendship.

“But, your girlfriend..” Your tiny voice trails off and Jeno picks up your chin. His fingers rubbing along your jawline.

His eyes do another lap around your features. He admires your averting shy eyes, your beautiful lips, and how they all come together to make a stunning you.

There is no doubt in Jeno’s mind that he is very attracted to you. He knew it the moment you barged into the club meeting. You are his type of woman, a good mixture of confident and timidness. You like to have some fun, and aren't afraid to be bold. Not to mention, that you are incredibly hot and every time you flirt back just makes him melt inside.

“She won’t care. She hooks up with people all the time.” It puzzles you, all this time you had been holding yourself back from Jeno because he has a girlfriend. All to find out that the relationship isn’t as serious as you thought it to be.

“I know, it doesn’t make sense. But we aren’t two people to be tied down, but at the same time, we like each other enough to want to stay together.”

Your confused expression causes Jeno to laugh and ask, “what’s the dilemma with your boyfriend?”

Rolling your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, you sigh, “it’s like we’re still together, but we aren’t at the same time. We’ve abandoned the relationship unknowingly.”

Jeno runs a warm hand up and down your thigh, while he listens intently to you. He nods, grabbing your waist to pull you over his groin. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No, he’s a shitty person and an even shittier boyfriend. We literally haven’t fucked for the past year. I’m practically a virgin again.” His hand automatically gives your thigh a light squeeze.

Jeno’s eyes light up as you quickly cover your mouth out of embarrassment. A devilish smirk raises his cheekbone, and lust clouds his mind. Gauging his reaction, your cheeks turn hot.

“We’ll have to change that, don’t we? My baby must be all kinds of frustrated. Tell me, do you like when I touch you then?” Jeno drops in tempo, usually when he wants to be more intimidating with a deeper voice.

You clear your throat intending to speak, but you can only nod your head in response. “C’mon, (Y/N). Use your words, like a big girl.” Even with the loud music and continuous chatter, you can hear Jeno‘s taunting whisper.

His words tickle your collarbone as he runs his lips against your neck. Your heart is pumping rapidly at the turn of events, as if the possibility of having something beyond a kiss from Jeno is more than possible at this rate.

Jeno enjoys your small whimpers as he marks your neck with purple love bites. Right in the center of the crowded room, Lee Jeno is just casually giving you hickeys.

“Yes, I love that you can’t keep your hands off of me.”

Almost immediately, you can feel his lips curve into a smile on your skin. Pop! Jeno marvels the darkness against your skin in the mood lighting. A small part of him hopes you do end up seeing your boyfriend sometime soon, so he can see who you really belong to.

“How about we try touching like this?” Jeno pushes you down hard against his pelvis, the veins on his hands becoming evident from the grip and the tiny drawings permanently staining his fingers.

You gasp the moment you feel Jeno’s hip begin to move underneath you to the beat of the song. He rolls your hips rhythmically to match his speed. His clothed hard on can be felt through the only barrier you have on --- your panties.

The thin fabric is soon drenched in your juices after the continuous friction up and down his length. You throw your head back to every bump against your clit, the electrifying feeling enact more of your wetness to puddle.

You can’t believe you were grinding against Jeno in the middle of a full party, as if his friends aren’t a few feet away. It is a good thing that your skirt pools around both of your waists to conceal the dirty deed underneath.

Jeno’s lip escapes under his top row of teeth as he rubs his clothed length against your barely covered pussy. He can feel his jeans dampening from your wetness and his eyes roll to the back of his head from how the feeling of wanting you consumes his body. He really becomes uncontrollable when it comes to you.

This is the most sexual activity you have had with another person for over a year. Jeno just looks absolutely heavenly intoxicated with lust, and your mouth waters at how big his cock must be. You can feel his length the harder Jeno rolls against you, and it is definitely bigger than your boyfriend’s.

You are trying so hard to stay quiet and unnoticeable, but the pleasure seeps out every crevice. Jeno is trained on you as your hand reaches up to cover your mouth, the muffled whimpers escaping your lips uncontrollably.

“I’m so close.” You admit, your body jolting every time his jean button grazes against your sensitive bud.

Jeno moves you over his thigh, forgetting his incredibly hard dick straining in his jeans. As long as you are satisfied, he can care less about his own pleasure. A low scream erupts from your throat when he flexes against you.

His thigh is much more stable, with more control for consistency. You quickly notice the dark, wet spot on his jeans and you blush even harder. Your underwear clings onto you from the excessive moisture, but Jeno continues to help you finish.

The strands of hair cover your face, but Jeno needs to see your fucked out expression. He is taken aback when you start riding his thigh faster, grinding harder without the aid of his hands.

His mouth hangs slightly open in awe at your neediness, he truly did not know the extent of your sexual frustrations. Oh, but how he is incredibly turned on by you getting off on him.

“I want you to cum for me, you deserve it.” Jeno brings you in for another passionate kiss. The mixture of his tongue sucking harshly on yours, and the friction on your clit are more than enough to reach your climax.

Your legs clenched tightly around Jeno’s thigh. The small knot in your stomach that built, drops like the beat playing in the background. The feeling of white is familiar, but it is more intense than when you would touch yourself. You are finally receiving the pleasure from someone else’s touch, someone who wants you to unravel for him.

Jeno pulls away from your lips, kissing down your neck and collarbones as your chest heaves for air. His palm soothes your shaking legs as your climax subsides. You fall into his arms, and he laughs. The reality that you two just did that publicly registers in both of your minds.

Digging your shy face further into Jeno’s shoulder, he whispers lovingly, “let me drive you home.”

“Are you still drunk?” The muffled question tickles Jeno’s neck.

“I think you beautifully cumming on my thigh sobered me up.” He jokes and you quickly cover his mouth. Your heart practically stops and you hope no one else heard him.

It is silly that you are now self conscious, as if the whole room didn’t just watch you and Jeno grind on the couch. But, the feeling of embarrassment and regret lingers in your stomach. You mentally thank the dark room for concealing both of your identities.

“I’m sorry for your jeans.” A pout begs for forgiveness as you stare at Jeno’s beaming smile. He takes your hand off of his mouth, not forgetting to give your fingertips a lingering kiss.

“I’m sorry for your boyfriend. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Jeno parts your hair from your neck, admiring the marks he left on you. A small sense of pride builds inside of him, accompanied by a tiny bundle of possessiveness.

“Let me say goodbye to the boys and I’ll take you home.”

Nodding, Jeno carefully lifts you off of him and onto the cushion. He leans over to kiss your cheek. As he gets up, you see the darker shades on his jeans from your doing. However, Jeno is completely unbothered and continues to find his friends.

Now that you are alone, you feel a bit nervous that someone would come up to you and talk about what they saw. Checking your phone, your screen blinds you with absolutely no notifications from your boyfriend. Going on social media is worse, as you scroll to see that your boyfriend posted a photo.

It is a photo of his hot, red polished car. He obnoxiously posed squatting next to the front wheel, his lips puckered up and kissing the rims. With a caption that makes every regret in your body disappear, “with my one and only.”

The phone is tossed somewhere else, wishing to delete the image from your memory. Your eyes wander around the room, when they spot a suspicious man sneakily dropping a small pill in an unattended drink. He, then, looks up and catches your stare. Caught red handed.

But the male smugly smirks, “you’re going to pretend you didn’t see that, like how half of this room pretended to not see you grinding on Jeno.”

“You’re complete scum, I can’t believe you just roofied someone’s drink.” You yell in utter disbelief at the unwavering man. His disgusting smirk changes into a menacing smile.

He approaches you, his height allowing him to tower above. You gulp, scared at how he can easily overpower you at any second.

“And what are you going to do about it? What? Jeno didn’t loosen you up enough?” His revolting hot breath beating down your nose, invading every corner of your personal space.

Before you can find any insult to speak back, his figure goes flying sideways and out of your face. It’d be a lie to not admit your heart skipping a beat at the sight of Jeno’s clenched fists and locked jaw. His sharp gaze watches as the stranger gets up from the ground, inflammation already growing on his left cheek.

“Dude, what the fuck!” He shouts angrily, holding his cheekbone as he winces at the pain. Immediately, the conversations are replaced with gasps, and small whispers at the sight. People gather around the living room to see the commotion. Even you are unsure how to react to the sudden fight.

The other man lunges at Jeno with full force, but Jeno stops him by grabbing the man’s collar, “this,” Jeno punches his lip, busting it open, “is for dropping a roofie in someone’s drink.”

The stranger groans at the impact, but still gets up with a fist straight for Jeno’s gut. Watching Jeno take a blow is much more difficult than you had been expecting.

He crouches over from the punch, but quickly regains his composure to put the man in a headlock. A few more gasps erupt and wonder if you should stop him before he does something unnecessarily stupid.

“This,” the man squirms to try to get out of Jeno’s iron grip, “is for disrespecting my babygirl.” And with a shift snap, the male falls limp and unconscious.

A surprised intake of air and Jeno peers up at your scared expression. He calmly walks over to you, ignoring the swarm of people that had gathered around the scene. He can only see one thing — you. Jeno’s wandering eyes try to read your expression, but all he sees is a terrified girl.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, are you okay, (Y/N)?”

Blinking blankly for a few moments, you are mortified at the laying body, “what did you do to him?”

Jeno looks back at the stranger casually, “I put him to sleep for a bit. He’ll wake up in about 20 minutes.”

A rush of reassurance washes over you knowing that he is alive and Jeno didn’t just kill someone in front of you. You exhale all the anxiousness and nerves,

“thank you for stepping in.”

“I don’t fight without a good reason. You are more than a perfect reason to fight for.” He pinches your cheek cutely, and his tough exterior fades away yet again.

His famous eye smile that warms your insides is back as if the scary, intimidating expression didn’t exist a few seconds ago. Jeno’s good sides only appear with you. Nevertheless, you are happy to know how special you are to see them.

“Violence is never the answer.” He nods, only taking it for a grain of salt. “Are you okay? It looked like stringbean knocked some wind out of your gut.”

The teddy bear thrusts himself forward into a fit of laughter, his head resting on your lap. His melody lights every dark corner inside of you. “He did get a good punch in there, didn’t he?”

His rumbling laughter stops, and he peers up at you. “I can’t believe you were still worried about a complete asshole.”

Scoffing, you break the shared gaze. “I’m a compassionate human being.” Jeno stands up, extending his hand for you to take.

“I know, you’re the best kind of person.” He genuinely means it with the way his tone remains quite stern, eye contact unwavering. He is revealing more of his intimate parts, and in return, you wish for him to see your’s.

Silence drowns out all the commotion between you two. Jeno grows shy at the way the galaxies reflect in your stare. “I--” Never once, did you think you would witness Lee Jeno stammer over his words. “I-I, let’s-- I want to take you for a drive.”

To Jeno, a drive to him is equivalent to your hand in marriage. Even his own girlfriend has never been on a drive with him. It is a big part of his personality, given that he is a crucial member of the Ridin’ Club. However, out of all of them, he is the last one to flaunt his hobby. It is special, almost sacred to his entire being.

“Me?” It is the dumbest question to ask, but you really want to clarify his intentions. Before this night, you two were barely considered friends. You two never saw each other outside of the late night parties.

But now, Lee Jeno wants to take you on a drive. It makes you wonder if the desire of companionship is mutual, that he too pines to further your relationship.

“I’m not looking at anyone else,” Jeno still waiting for your hand and holding an intense eye contact. His heart lays exposed for you, just right on his sleeve. An innocence paints his usual intimidating aura, “let me show my special girl, what is special to me.”

He must possess some magic because he knows every way to make you swoon. And like that, your palm meets his and he locks his fingers between yours.

The moment you enter Jeno’s striking, eye catching car, you automatically relax into the leather seats. His pristine car matches his personality --- simple, but captivating. Your boyfriend’s car is the exact opposite, which is why you never enjoy sitting in it.

Jeno has pieces of himself that scatter his car, like an adorable small plushie that watches out the back window. A beaded lanyard dangles from his rear view mirror. It even matches his scent of a deep ocean breeze.

Unlike your boyfriend’s obnoxious details, Jeno did not have a light up stereo that flashed annoyingly to every beat drop in a song. Instead, a sweet lilac color illuminates at your feet, along with his.

“You like what you see?” Jeno catches you astonish at the tiny aspects of the interior.

“Of course, it’s yours. It’s exactly like how I would imagine it to be.” Jeno is proud, hearing you praise his car. Even he can admit, it is a bit weird to be so connected to an inanimate object.

Nevertheless, his car, racing, driving became a huge part of his life. And unlike his friends, he feels rather shy and slightly embarrassed for being such a geek.

But hearing you actually appreciating the small details of his car when you probably hate every aspect of racing due to your boyfriend’s doing, it makes him feel very happy.

Maybe happy is an understatement, more like overjoy at how you freely can recognize the things that make him content. You respect him, and are mindful that as mundane as a car is, you know that it is something important to him.

Silence becomes the majority of the ride out of the quiet, suburban neighborhood. While Jeno’s eyes remain focused on the road ahead, you are concentrated on him.

He drives with one hand on the wheel as he rests his elbow on the middle console. His eyebrow creases here and there. It is the most normal, mundane activity anyone can do --- drive. That is all he is doing, yet the effect it suddenly has on you can not go unnoticed.

Abruptly, with the rev of the engine and a press on the gas, the car practically flies on the empty freeway. It catches you off guard, causing you to hold onto the grab handle. Jeno peeks over at your shocked figure, and smiles to himself.

“Relax, (Y/N).” He calls your name, reaching over to rub your thigh as a way to calm your anxiousness. Automatically, your hand grips onto his for support and the other one drops from the handle.

Exhaling, your eyes are trained ahead. The car is moving so fast that you can’t even make out anything around you. Everything becomes nothing, but colorful streaks against a dark background. The gravity against your chest feels crushing.

“How-- How fast are you going?”

Jeno glances at the speedometer and intertwines your fingers into his own. “I don’t think I should tell you that, you might actually have a heart attack.”

The window rolls down and you are hit with rumbling wind, “I know you’re scared right now, so stick your head out the window and take a deep breath.”

You look at him in pure fear, “what?! I can’t even move, let alone stick my head out the window!”

Jeno shakes his head, “trust me. Please, trust me.” He needs you to experience the same thrill he does. His own adrenaline is through the roof, out the entire atmosphere of the vehicle. The amount of joy he is experiencing became tenfold now that you are sitting beside him.

You trust him and very meticulously, go against the wind. Your hair crazily dances along with the rush and your eyes water from being dried out. Adjusting to the pressure, you also stick your hand out the window. It whips backward, but you feel the wind slip between your fingers.

The rise in heartbeat and excitement pump through your veins. The beauty in the white streaks that create a runway, it is nothing but you and the open space. There is no other way to explore it, except at a high pace. You understand why Jeno loved it so much.

Jeno bounces between the road and half of your figure out his window. Your eyes are closed initially, before you barely squint open. Tears fly by with strands of your hair, but you start to move your hand to physically feel the thrill pass between your fingers.

Then he sees it in the side mirror: the sweet curve in your lips he loves the most and the wideness of life in your eyes. It only makes him press the gas harder.

“That was incredible! You should take me riding with you more.” You marvel at him as he starts the route to your place. It is complete playfulness that hints in your tone because you are aware of how sacred these are to him. Nevertheless, a part of you still hopes he agrees to do so.

Jeno nods, “only because I like you,” He pauses, gauging your reaction with his side eye gaze, “a lot.”

Your heart sinks to an unsettling place in your stomach. Jeno could not possibly be serious, however, his tone no longer matches the playfulness of your own. It almost seems like he is telling the truth. But you didn’t want to believe that.

Your eyes make a full circle before settling at the disappearing sidewalks, “stay in your lane, Jeno.” It is to keep the mood still light, you and Jeno aren’t ones to be serious.

His hand has been on your thigh for the whole night, whether it be out of habit or comfort. His touch is always welcoming and warm, but suddenly, you feel the small squeeze on your flesh. Turning your attention on his face, you can see how a smirk has grown.

“But yours seems much more fun.” Immediately, your stomach leaps with somersaults. Your throat gets dry and tight, not anticipating that response.

“Beside, you can’t act like we both haven’t swerved. It was barely moments ago that you were cum---”

“---No need to further explain.”

“And I’d proudly do it again.” His voice drops several decibels and his hand slowly snakes it’s way up your thigh. All the while, his eyes still on the road ahead.

You gulp as every heartbeat constricts your throat. Lifting the ends of your skirt higher to expose more, you secretly want Jeno to cause your legs to shake again. “D-Do what again?”

Jeno perks up to the sweetness of curiosity in your tone. He pulls up to a red stoplight, being able to finally look over to your innocent face and needy hands gripping the cute, thin fabric. He stares deeply into your eyes, “make my baby cum.”

Similarly to the stoplight, you give Jeno the green light to pull your panties to the side. You spread your legs wide as his finger massages your pussy lips. He gets dangerously close to your erect clit, barely skimming over it.

A needy, yet delicate moan escapes your lips and Jeno’s jaw tightens. He’s more upset that he’s missing the view of your legs spread, open mouth in ecstasy, half lid eyes all in the passenger seat of his car. He hopes for another red light, just so he can peek over at your delicious figure.

“Jeno, please touch me.” Your voice is airy and desperate. He hummed in response, completely withdrawing his hand from your core. However, you catch his wrist and bring it to rest on your inner thigh. “Please.”

The distinct beg in your tone drives him crazy. As he dips his finger into your sudden wetness, a shiver runs up your spine. Right when he applies minimal pressure on your bundle of nerves, you jolt and close your thighs around his hand.

One touch already feels too good to be true, that finally someone, Lee fucking Jeno, is actually touching your nakedness. Peering down, Jeno’s arm is flexing in between your legs. His veins popping ever so slightly and his tattoos paint his smooth skin.

“Open your legs, babe.” His low devilish chuckle rumbles in your lower abdomen. “Let me give you the lovin’ you’ve been deprived of.”

You shudder at his cadence and slowly pry open your legs. Jeno stops at a red light and gets to see your reaction as he rubs you in a fast rhythmic pace. A soft cry yelps from your throat and you have to grip the handle to keep yourself from spazzing out any further.

Almost like a trance, he doesn’t notice that the light turns green. He’s locked into the sight of your contorting body. Your hips have a mind of its own, yet again, as Jeno feels you rolling deeper into his touch.

“Poor baby, you’re so touch starved that you can’t control yourself.”

“It feels better when you do it.” You whine, your lip being bruised from your biting. But your eyes notice the green illumination and you blink over at Jeno.

He is practically drooling at the sight of you, his eyes are trained at your needy hips and dripping wet core that soaks his fingers. You stop every urge to steal more kisses from him.

Jeno briefly recovers from the trance and steps on the gas. He takes this opportunity to ease a finger into the core, causing you to exclaim and squeeze around his digit. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.”

“More, Jeno.” The way his name rolls off of your tongue makes his heart flutter and his dick to raise in his jeans. Without much hesitation, he slowly slips in another finger and you moan at the stretch. Pumping and curling, he ensures that you are enjoying every action.

His fingers curl against your plushy flesh and your legs spread wider for him to go deeper. You’re a moaning mess when he curls up to your sweet spot, rubbing his fingertips quickly. The familiar queasy feeling builds in your lower regions, and Jeno becomes merciless with his fingers.

He guides them in and out of you, feeling your tightness release and invite him back in. The sloppy wet noises fill the car and drown out the engine. Your half lidded eyes bounce at Jeno’s unbothered figure and the entire scene seems absolutely unbelievable to you.

One hand on the wheel. The other knuckles deep in your pussy. Eyes focus on the road ahead. A comfortable man spread. His hair is messy from the long night.

It is all too unbelievable, that Jeno’s already giving you a second climax of the night when you could barely get one in a year before. And he loves touching you as much as he loves driving.

However, the guilty raises as fast as the ball of tension in your gut. You two pull up in front of your apartment building, while Jeno’s tugging his fingers against your flesh aggressively. In a split second, you hold onto his wrist to stop him.

He shifts into park when the car settles into a spot and peers over to you. A curious expression daunts onto him, rather concern that he might have been too much. “I’m starting to feel guilty.”

Jeno nods, and retrieves his fingers out of your dripping core. The feeling of emptiness causes all the built up pressure to dissipate.

“I understand,” he begins, but pauses at the sight of your sticky juices glistening on his fingers. Your eyes widen as he licks them clean, a soft moan escaping from the back of his throat.

The small action spikes your heart rate and you rub your legs together. With a pop! Jeno hums delightfully, “baby, you taste so good. I’m a little sad I won’t be tasting more, especially directly from the source.” His lustful eyes glance down at your thighs and back to your profile.

“I’ll walk you up to your apartment.” He says way too casually, unbuckling his seat belt. A mixture of emotions are running through your head. There is guilt, but lust is too powerful to ignore, especially when it’s Lee Jeno. The damage is already done, right? It’s not like it wasn’t moments ago that you humped him in the middle of a party.

“Wait,” your hands find themselves gripping onto his leather jacket tightly. Jeno gently reaches over to release your strong grip and replaces the leather with his hand.

“Yes, babygirl?” Jeno’s round, friendly eyes meet yours. The lust clouded darkness is no longer there. His hand feels hot and somewhat rough.

“I’m going to break up with my boyfriend, so promise me, you’re not going to dip out of my life afterwards… I don’t need you to be anything more than a friend. I just can’t lose you too.”

He turns around in his seat to face you comfortably. “I don’t think you’ve noticed, but I can’t stay away from you, let alone have the ability to leave you.” He reassures you with a soothing and calm tone. His thumb draws circles around your knuckles. “I’m always going to be your friend, whether or not I know how you taste.”

“Do you still want to try it … you know, from the source?” You shyly ask, an innocence embodying your gaze and voice cadence.

Jeno raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. “I’d love to, only if you let me.”

Instantly, you shift to get on your lower back. Jeno watches as you excitedly position yourself open for him and actually finds your eagerness quite adorable. Your left leg bends behind the driver’s seat and your right rests on the dashboard.

He hooks his arms underneath your thighs to pull you forward towards him and your whole body slides against the leather. With a slow lift, your skirt reveals your drenched panties. Rolling them off and tossing them to the back seat, he lays eyes on your still dripping pussy. Jeno takes a second to admire your flower, this being his first time he’s seen such a private part of you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He chuckles deeply, before his tongue licks a long strip up to your clit. You exclaim out of the tingling pleasure that seized your insides.

He flattens his tongue against your bundle of nerves, flicking and circling. His finger enters your pussy again, curling up to rub at the same pace he is licking. The pure sight of Jeno’s head in between your legs is enough for butterflies to explode.

His sole motive is to make you feel good. There is nothing else in the world that he wants at this moment beside pleasure to overtake your body. Jeno eats you out like he hasn’t had a meal in months. His mouth wraps around your clit. The mixture of his flicks and sucks cause electric bolts to run down your legs.

You get more wet as Jeno pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your juices are practically dripping onto the interior of the car, but Jeno doesn’t care.

He fucking loves it. He loves the taste of you lingering on his tongue. Your breathless moans. Your waterfall dripping on uncontrollably. The view of you unwinding because of him. Nothing can be more perfect.

Running your hands through his messy locks, you press him closer into you. A devilish smile draws on his face as he flicks his tongue side to side. “Oh, fuck! I’m.. so c--close.”

Your back arches upward into Jeno’s mouth, feeling his muscle lick harder and faster on your throbbing clit. He adds a second finger, and the simultaneous stimulation practically throws you into another dimension. The pleasure overtakes your entire lower half, your legs trembling from pure ecstasy as you approach your orgasm.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to---” Then, Jeno pulls away and shoves his tongue into your warmth. A gasp hits the air as he also continues to rub circles on your sensitive nerves. His tongue fucked your pussy incredibly skillfully and deliciously. With this switch, your legs violently shake and try clamping together.

However, his strength holds you wide and open for display. A low grunt follows suit as his dark eyes zone in on your contoured facial expressions. Then, the white light blind you once again and the ball of tension unravels itself on Jeno’s tongue. Squirming and screaming, your hips buck forward on their own.

It is close to being too catastrophic, this being the most intense orgasm you’ve had after a whole year. Nevertheless, the satisfaction is right on the tips of your toes and you greedily indulge in the euphoric moment. Jeno feels your walls squeeze around his muscle as he laps every last bit of you up.

He is absolutely addicted to your juices, making sure he catches every drop. Finally pulling away, he wipes the extra drip on the back of his hand. Jeno blinks at your raising chest and limp legs. Chuckling, his warm hand massages feeling back into your body.

“Do you want me to carry you back up?” His hoarse, raspy voice wakes you from your post orgasm daydream. You flutter your lashes at him fondly and happily nod at his offer.

Getting out of the car, Jeno walks over to the passenger side and your arms rest nicely around his neck. His palms support your butt, but also smoothing your skirt over to cover your decency. A poke against your outer thigh makes you realize that Jeno is strained against his jeans.

“I can take care of you too.” You pout cutely at Jeno, but he shakes his head.

“It’s not about me tonight. It’s about you.” Leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, his eyes turn into moon crescents from his lovable smile. The kind, friendliness makes an appearance again.

Or so you think! In a sheer second, Jeno’s deep voice rumbles your stomach and his hooded eyes pierce your soul, “next time though, I’m fucking you real good, babe.”

You hum in response. Saliva collects in your mouth, already looking forward to more of Jeno. But a chilly draft brushes up your exposed area as Jeno carries you up the flight of stairs.

“Wait, Jeno… I don’t have my underwear on.” The ‘Level 3’ sign is in view as Jeno turns to walk.

He only laughs and shrugs nonchalantly, “it’s better that way anyways.” Without another word, he continues upward to your floor and you playfully punch his solid chest. In all honesty, that’s not going to be the only time you leave behind your panties in his beloved car.

Your hatred for the notorious Ridin’ Club subside after such a wild night. If anything, you owe it all to your shitty ex-boyfriend for joining such a ridiculous club. Without him and the club’s existence, who knows if Lee Jeno would’ve still swerve into your lane.

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incomingalbatross · 3 years ago

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GF Fic: (Insert Time-Related Pun Here)

Having a birthday on the last day of summer was great when you were a kid.

When you were in college and vacation ended somewhere in the last third of August? Not so much.

“Grunkle Ford, I...I don’t think Mabel and I can make it to Gravity Falls,” Dipper confessed, the day before his twenty-second birthday.

“Is it the travel time?” Ford asked from the other end of the phone. “If your usual transportation is too slow, we can call in a favor or two for you kids—I know plenty of entities that would be happy to give you a lift as a birthday present—”

“No, I know, I know,” Dipper said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And I really appreciate that, Grunkle Ford, I just...it’s not the travel, it’s being there. The other years we’ve been in college, our birthday was always on a weekend—last year was a Monday, but we spent that year with you guys instead of in school—”

“Thank goodness that seer tipped us off about her vision of 2020!” Ford agreed. “Taking a gap year to sail the Arctic with us was definitely the right decision for you two.”

“Right? Half a semester of online classes was more than enough. But—I mean, maybe it’s being back in school after being gone for a year, maybe it’s just early-semester problems, but...” Dipper sighed. “It’s just, I’m taking five classes, and I’ve got a TA job this year, and I’m getting back into the DD&MD group again and maybe planning to DM a oneshot as a Halloween event, and...” He sighed again. “It all looked much more manageable on my schedule. It was color-coded and everything!”

Grunkle Ford hummed noncommittally.

“Yeah, I know,” Dipper admitted. “Not the first time I’ve overbooked myself.”

“Not quite, perhaps. But it’s very good that you’re learning to recognize it and take steps to take care of yourself—when I was in college, I burned out routinely.”

“Mabel would sic the ‘Self-Care Fairy’ on me again if I didn’t learn.” The “Self-Care Fairy” was a truly terrifying onslaught of Mabelness, complete with costume and character voice, and would not go away until its subject had reached an acceptable level of well-being and had examined their mistakes. “Which is why...I have to cancel. If I came to Gravity Falls, even with instant travel, I’d only be able to get there around like 5:00 PM and I’d be stressed and anxious the whole time. And then I’d get back here exhausted and with no homework done and with class tomorrow, and...I just don’t think I can afford that.” Dipper paused, a knot twisting in his stomach. “I’m really sorry, I wish we could come...”

“Of course, Dipper, we know you do!” Grunkle Ford hastened to assure him. “Don’t feel sorry for us—of course we’d love to see you, but we just had the summer together. I’m just sorry you’re so short on time.” There was a moment’s silence.

“But how is Mabel doing? Is she facing the same challenges?”

“I mean, sort of.” Dipper smiled ruefully. “She kept trying to figure out some solution so that we could have our usual birthday and everything would work out, but...neither of us could come up with anything that would actually work. And she’s really busy too. She jumped back into school full steam ahead, and she’s got her Etsy store, and all her social groups to keep up with—you know she’s better at managing her energy than I am, but it’s still a lot.”

“I understand that,” Ford said. “You both do what you need to to keep up with your responsibilities, okay? We’re very proud of you both, you know.”

Dipper swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I know, Grunkle Ford.”

“Well, then, I’ll let you go—I imagine you have plenty to do right now! We’ll get in touch with you tomorrow, even if only by text.”

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford! Mabel and I are going to video-call at some point, we think, so there’s that. Say hi to Stan and Soos and Melody and the kids and everyone for me?”

“Of course, my boy. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The call disconnected, and Dipper sighed, throwing himself down on his bed. After a minute, he picked up his phone again and texted Mabel.

Just called Ford and canceled plans. He said to take care of ourselves and that he and Stan are proud of us.

Then he pushed himself into the homework for tomorrow until his phone buzzed.

Aww, of course he did. <3 Thanks for calling, brobro. I wish we could go, but you were right--I’ve got WAY too much booked. Why didn’t we check what weekday our birthday was FIRST???

Dipper snorted. Maybe we’re dumb :/

IMPOSSIBLE, Mabel sent back. Clearly an evil College Schedule Gremlin messed with our brains

Is that the same guy who makes it so you can never take the prereqs you need when you need them?

Yep!! And the one who fogs your brain so you THINK you’ve filled all your requirements until it’s too late to patch up the holes in your plan. His phone buzzed a second time after that text. ...Ugh, maybe there ARE gremlins in all the college systems

It would explain Blackboard, Dipper agreed with a frown. Huh, maybe they should look into that...

Anyway, though, u good for Zoom tomorrow?

Dipper huffed, reminded of the fact that they had no time for a paranormal investigation right now. Yeah, he typed, I can do an hour or so anytime after 5:30.

Cool, I will figure out a time and let you know!! Can’t wait to see your 22-year-old face!! :) Even if it sucks that we can’t party :(

Same, same. TTYL :)

Dipper tossed his phone aside again, shutting his eyes for a minute. It wasn’t just the party that had him down—though he would miss the bash that Gravity Falls usually threw on their birthday. It was...everything.

It was having a birthday without Mabel.

Oh, sure, they would talk, but they wouldn’t be in the same place. That was why, really, he’d hung onto their plans until the very last minute. He’d made it work on paper—taking an evening to travel to Gravity Falls, have a party, and be back in time for the next class—and it just felt wrong to admit defeat, to compromise on something this important. Their birthday meant the two of them celebrating together, having a good time, acknowledging that it was important.

This year wasn’t going to feel like a birthday at all, Dipper thought glumly.

But no, that was quitter talk. They were going to do their best anyway, because they were the Mystery Twins! Even if the situation was lame. Even if he was going to spend his time on the call with Mabel tomorrow doing homework and/or bursting with stress.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Why do I always overfill my schedule?” he asked plaintively.

The ceiling didn’t answer.

---

Dipper dropped his backpack with a thud on his dorm room floor, hastily unzipping it and digging out his laptop. He was late—he’d left his thermos in his last classroom, and been halfway across campus before he realized and turned around to go get it. He blamed his sleep deprivation (a week in, and his body still hadn’t readjusted to the rhythm of morning classes).

Now, though, he could finally pull up Zoom. He plugged in his headphones as he waited for it to connect (stupid dorm wifi), and was rewarded with an ear-splitting squeal.

“Happy birthday, Dipper!”

He grinned at her beaming face. “Happy birthday, Mabel!”

“Did you get a birthday cupcake?” she demanded. “Or at least a birthday cookie?”

He grimaced. “I got ice cream at the cafeteria, but I had to eat it there,” he confessed. “Here, I’ve got...a birthday candy bar?”

“Hmph.” Mabel looked crestfallen, but plastered a smile on anyway. “It’ll have to do! We can sing Happy Birthday, anyway. One, two, thr—”

Before they could launch into an inevitably out-of-sync rendition of “Happy Birthday,” Dipper heard a loud knock. Judging by Mabel’s startled turn towards her door, she heard it too—

Wait, what?

The knocking repeated. On both their doors.

“..Huh,” Mabel said thoughtfully. With a wordless glance between them, they both unplugged their headphones and went to their respective doors.

“Happy birthday, slugger!” Stan said, grinning, the instant he saw Dipper. Over the internet, Ford’s voice was greeting Mabel at the same time.

Dipper’s jaw dropped.

“Ha!” Grunkle Stan shoved past him into the room. Waving to the camera, he added, “Happy birthday, sweetie!”

Ford peered past Mabel into the screen. “Happy birthday, Dipper, my boy!”

“But—what—”

“Grunkles!” Mabel cried. “...But wait, why not just video call us? Not that we’re not happy to see your wrinkly faces, but you came such a long way!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Dipper said, waving his arm in confusion. “You guys—you know we can’t really visit, right? Even with you with us? We don’t have time. I dont want you guys to waste a trip—”

“But we didn’t,” Ford said smugly. “We came to bring your birthday presents.”

With a flourish, Stan produced something and handed it to Dipper. It looked like...a piggy bank, but with a clock face set into the side?

Mabel gasped. “It’s so CUTE!”

“But what is it, Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked.

“Simply put, my boy...it’s time.”

“It’s a Time-Savings Bank,” Stan said proudly. “Got our hands on these babies a few months ago, on a little side trip. See, when you’ve got some extra time—like, at night, or when you’re waiting for a pot to boil, or whatever—you can use these gizmos to store it up instead! Then when you need more time, you use the clock to take it back out. Whammo! You squeeze in a few extra hours between the normal ones.”

“Like Daylight Saving Time without the false advertising,” Ford added. “We know you two are short on time right now, but...if you’d like, there’s enough in here to give you and everyone currently at the Mystery Shack a good few hours of spare time. What do you say, kids? Still up for a party?”

“Are we!” Mabel crowed.

Dipper stared at this miraculous device. “But...that’s a lot of hours,” he said. “Where did you get the time?”

Stan barked out a laugh. “You kiddin’, Dipper? We figured from the start that at least one of you would burn out when you went back to school. We’ve been putting time aside in these things for months.”

“...Really?” Dipper said. Somehow, he found himself blinking rapidly, and swallowing down some obstruction in his throat.

Stan coughed uncomfortably, looking away. “I mean, it’s not like we gave you any time we had a use for. Just some odds and ends here and there...every day... Anyway! You kids wanna get this show on the road?”

“YES!” Mabel shouted.

Dipper beamed. “Definitely,” he said. “Absolutely.”

And a few minutes later, when they all found themselves in the Shack (courtesy of one of those “favors” Ford had mentioned yesterday), and Dipper had piled into the inevitable group hug with his twin and his grunkles—and with hours of birthday celebration in front of them all—he had to add, “Best present ever.”

#did i neglect my college homework to write this? yes. yes i did #anyway #happy birthday dipper and mabel!#belated in my timezone but NOT ON THE WEST COAST so it WORKS #gravity falls #mystery twins #dipper pines #mabel pines #pines family #my fic #i did not proofread this At All so...there may be glaring errors #i'll find out later

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joyseuphoria · 4 years ago

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She hated how much she liked him now

Thank you sooo much for the prompt!!!

The “him” in the prompts are replaced with “her” since this is a fem!jily fic!!! I had too many ideas for this fic...maybe I’ll write some of the rest in the future, but here you go!

You can read it here or on ao3

THE CURLY SQUAD

(Tuesday 16:00)

Sirius Black: moony and the rest of you pay up

Marlene Mckinnon: why should we pay u?

Remus Lupin: u still owe me 20 btw so i dont think i will

Sirius Black: ofc ppl like u wouldnt know smh

jamie finally asked lily on a date

Peter Pettigrew: Wait what

Marlene McKinnon: afsjtksjdggehej

when

how

tell me everything

Sirius Black: well little prongsie finally sucked up and asked ickle lilykins on date

voila

Marlene McKinnon: give me the details black

or i s2g ill kick u out of the group

Sirius Black: empty threats

if u really wanna know u can go ask em

(Marlene McKinnon has removed Sirius Black from the group chat)

Peter Pettigrew: Remind me to not ever cross paths with Marlene

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THE CURLY SQUAD

(Tuesday 17:00)

Jamie Potter: good riddance

thx marls

Marlene McKinnon: got u covered hon

now spill

Jamie Potter: i hv a date with lil on friday:)

Lily Evans: that she does;)

Marlene McKinnon: i demand details ppl

(Dorcas Meadows has removed Marlene McKinnon from the group chat)

Remus Lupin: wh did u do that for

Dorcas Meadowes: She was being too nosy

I didn't like it

Jamie Potter:.........thx??

Dorcas Meadowes: Welcome sweetie

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THE CURLY SQUAD

(Tuesday 17:34)

Mary Macdonald: wait what????!!!!!??!

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JILY LAMES TALK

(Wednesday 16:30)

Sirius Black: r v up for spying on them on fri?

Marlene Mckinnon: u kno it;)

Mary Macdonald: hell yeah

Peter Pettigrew: Yes! ofc

Remus Lupin: we should give them some privacy sirius

tho ik its a foreign concept to you

Dorcas Meadowes: Obviously

And of course I wanna spy on them

Remus Lupin: but still...yes

Sirius Black: ther is no privacy between frnds

YAAY

Marlene Mckinnon: so v meet up at 4 outside the bistro next to three broomsticks

Peter Pettigrew: Wait when’s their date and where?!??

Mary Macdonald: at 5 in 3 broomsticks pete cmon keep up

Remus Lupin: how did u know that?

Sirius Black: im her brother and both their best frnds its obvio that id be the first one to kno

Marlene Mckinnon: and im lilys best frnd too sirius

Dorcas Meadows: You spied on them didnt you?

Sirius Black: v hv all the rights to spy on them

Mary Macdonald: wait i thought that i was lilys best frnd

Dorcas Meadowes: I can confidently say that it’s neither of you

I’m her best friend

Sirius Black: prove it

Marlene Mckinnon: yeah!

Dorcas Meadowes: (sends an attachment)

Marlene Mckinnon: shit

Mary Macdonald: …...fair

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Private chat between Jamie Potter and Lily Evans

(Thursday 19:45)

Jamie Potter: cant wait for our date tomorrow

Lily Evans: ik u cant

Jamie Potter:

Lily Evans: <3

;)

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Private chat between Jamie Potter and Sirius Black

(Thursday 19:48)

Jamie Potter: sirius sirius sirius

lily just sent me a winky face emoticon!!!!

what do i do???!!!?!!!?!?!

(Message read at 19:49)

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Private chat between Jamie Potter and Lily Evans

(Thursday 19:51)

Jamie Potter: :D

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Private chat between Jamie Potter and Lily Evans

(Friday 16:30)

Jamie Potter: u ready?

Lily Evans: yes !

wher r u

Jamie Potter: cool

just reached ur door

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JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 16:30)

Sirius Black: where tf r u guys

its only me and marlene here

Mary Macdonald: just outta class

be there in 10

Remus Lupin: home

Peter Pettigrew: At the ice cream parlor for ice cream

Dorcas Meadows: Oh get me some too Pete?

Remus Lupin: me too pls pete

Mary Macdonald: oooh id like some too

mint chocolate chip for me pls

Peter Pettigrew: Sure thing! wh abt the rest of u??

Dorcas Meadowes : Strawberry! with a lot of strawberries as toppings!!!

Remus Lupin : devils choc ofc

Sirius Black : guys can v focus at the matter in hand??!!

also charcoal ice cream pls

just as black as my soul

Peter Pettigrew : ...k

U marls??

Marlene Mckinnon:..........vanilla. thx

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JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 16:45)

Sirius Black: where tf r u guys?!!??!?

theyll b here any sec

Remus Lupin: sirius everyone is here

except for u and marlene

where tf r u guys?!!???

Marlene McKinnon: we r at the spirit store

where tf r u guys????

Sirius Black: i told u guys to meet us here

Dorcas Meadowes: Wtf is a spirit store?

Sirius Black: a store that sees our spirit

Peter Pettigrew: Ur ice creams starting to melt!!!!!!

Mary MacDonald: oh the halloween costume shop?

why?

Sirius Black: to dress up ofc

Marlene Mckinnon: honesty guys?

lily and jamie will recognise us if v go like this

and v cant afford that!!!!

Remus Lupin: that is smart….

didnt expect it from u both

Sirius Black: fuck you remus

fuck you

Dorcas Meadowes: So what are our disguises??

Marlene McKinnon: dog ears and nose

a gily suit

a moon suit

rat whiskers and ears

a tree hat and glasses

and a big floppy hat and sunglasses for my beautiful girlfriend

Dorcas Meadowes: ………….

Peter Pettigrew: Dorcas and remus took ur ice cream btw

Something about it melting, u being stupid and u not being here

Sirius Black: remy how could u

Marlene McKinnon: ffs dorcas

i thought u loved me

Peter Pettigrew: Who’s wearing what costume?

Remus Lupin: also sirius

do u really think that we can pull it off?

itd be tooo obvious

Mary Macdonald: nd theyll realise that we r spying on them

Sirius Black: they couldnt even realise that they had a crush on each other until i intervened

do you think that theyll realise that its us???????

Remus Lupin: …...point

Sirius Black: so im wearing the dog ears and nose

marls gonna wear the gily suit

the moon hat and the silver suit is for u remus

Marlene Mckinnon: the rat whiskers r for peter

and the tree hat and sunglasses r for mary :)

____________

JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 16:55)

Sirius Black: ok now positions!

marlene mary and i r sitting in the booth behind the big fat hydrangea

nd remus peter nd dorcas r gonna sit 2 rows behind them in the corner table outside

Peter Pettigrew: How do u even know where the r gonna sit?????!!!!!???

Marlene Mckinnon: v bribed the receptionist obviously

Sirius Black: she will make sure that they sit second in the row between the hydrangeas and the window

Remus Lupin: how can v hear them if v r outside??

Marlene Mckinnon: oh hush remus

ever heard of privacy?

Remus Lupin: wtf do u think we r doing rn??!!?!??!?!!

Dorcas Meadowes: Making sure the date goes perfectly?

Sirius Black: thank u dorcas

Mary Macdonald: yeah!

exactly

Remus Lupin: …………

i give up

Peter Pettigrew: Just now?

Thought u gave up when Jamie successfully insulted Lily two yers back when in fact she was supposed to ask her out on a date :/

Sirius Black: that was a good laugh

___________

JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 17:04)

Peter Pettigrew: Ok they’re sitting rn

Dorcas Meadowes: Don’t they look cute together

Remus Lupin: do i hv to wear this silvery rocky suit?!??!

Sirius Black: yes

and yes they look perfect

our ship is finally sailing

Dorcas Meadowes: Is is is Jamie stuffing a breadstick in her nose

Peter Pettigrew: No I think she’s trying to look like a walrus

Remus Lupin: she does not need to embarrass herself more

Mary Macdonald: u really think this is anything compared to the time when she tripped over her cat and fell on lilys bday cake?

Sirius Black: lolol

the bruise she left him with lasted for two weeks

Dorcas Meadowes: I stg that woman has the best boxing skills

Marlene Mckinnon: dorcas!!!! not me????

im ur girlfriend!!!

Mary Macdonald: lolololol

she thought that jamie did it on purpose for years lol

Marlene McKinnon: and why tf is lily doing the same

i thought she had more sense than that

Remus Lupin: love can do that to you ya know

Sirius Black: u would know

Marlene McKinnon: ohhh look jamie snorted the breadstick out of her mouth!!

neat

Mary Macdonald: lily did it too

Mary Macdonald: i think she has enough sense to not offend lily

Remus Lupin: ya think?

u want me to remind u about all the times she offended lily?

Peter Pettigrew: Yeah so much that she hated Jamie

Sirius Black: nah she didnt

if anything lily hates how much she likes her now

Marlene Mckinnon: do u think theyll order soup?

Sirius Black: yeah ig

jamie wants it to be all fancy

Marlene McKinnon: pls dont order tomato soup

Mary Macdonald: it awfully looked a lot like the waiter said no tomato soup

Peter Pettigrew: Really? Lily hates tomatoes why would Jamie order em

Thought she wouldn’t today

At least

Sirius Black: thank hell jamie didnt order the tomato one

Dorcas Meadowes: Remember when Jamie made marinara for Lily to impress her lol

Remus Lupin: that plan backfired soo bad

Marlene Mckinnon at least lilys prank to get back at her was awesome

Sirius Black: that was such a power move!!!

and including taylor’s song

shehgeueytoaknd

Remus Lupin: tho she coloured her cat the so called emerald green and not key lime green and v had to listen to her go on and on abt how lily knows her fav colour

Mary Macdonald: jamie continued to think that it meant that she knew it for three months

Dorcas Meadowes: As if u didnt like it

Mary Macdonald: lol i did love it

Peter Pettigrew: They are bonkers

Dorcas Meadowes: Bonkers for each other

Sirius Black: lol

Dorcas Meadowes: Their soup’s here

Sirius Black: spinach soup???

ewww jamie

Peter Pettigrew: Ahh creamy mushroom soup for Lil ig

Awesome choice

Mary Macdonald: they really ought to try new things

smh

___________

JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 17:16)

Remus Lupin: wh did u guys order?

we ordered a lasagna

Marlene Mckinnon:?uhh same

ohhh look

Peter Pettigrew: The waiter’s back with pasta for both of them YAY

Do you guys think that they realised that we are spying on them??

Marlene Mckinnon: nah they’re hopeless Pete so no

Sirius Black: thank hell that they r cute

Remus Lupin: lol

Dorcas Meadowes: 3 yrs ago I wouldnt have thought that they would be here together on a date

Mary Macdonald: hell they woulnt have even been here as friends

Remus Lupin: or come here with us

Marlene Mckinnon: lily didnt even kno that she is bi then

Dorcas Meadowes: Yeah

It was quite a rough time for her

Peter Pettigrew: Guyssss

I have a question

Dorcas Meadowes: Shoot Pete

Peter Pettigrew: Why is the group name curly squad?

I mean only Dorcas’s hair is curly I only gathered that much

Dorcas Meadowes: Lol no Pete

Sirius Black: LOLOLOL

Marlene Mckinnon: lolll

Dorcas Meadowes Ohk so

None of us here are just straight so we’re curly lol

Sirius Black: lil nd i r bi

u r ace

dorcas nd mary r pans

remus is gay

jamie is lesbian

Marlene Mckinnon: i am bi too

u already knew that but still

Sirius Black: so yeah thats why

Peter Pettigrew: Oh wow

Thanks guys

Sirius Black: np pete

Peter Pettigrew: Jamie just leaned over to brush the remnants of pasta from lilys lips!!!!!!!!

Mary Macdonald: thats soo cute they r perfect

Sirius Black: nauseating more like

Dorcas Meadowes: I’m just revelling in the fact that she didnt brush him off

Marlene Mckinnon: thats second year of uni lily

even first fits in the category

Peter Pettigrew: and she held her hand!!!!!

Bold

Sirius Black: is that…...snep

Remus Lupin: snep?????

Dorcas Meadowes: Where

Sirius Black: behind u guys

Remus Lupin: OHHHH FUCK

Mary Macdonald: do u think that he knows abt their date

Sirius Black: well jamie did post it on her insta so…….

Dorcas Meadowes: Oh shit

Peter Pettigrew: Shit alright

Marlene Mckinnon: hes coming over ig

Mary Macdonald: yup hes in

Sirius Black: WHYYYYYY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME GOD

COULDNT YOU LET MY SHIP LIVE IN PEACE!!!!

Remus Lupin: well u know what they say abt cannons sinking a ship :/

Sirius Black: remus theodore lupin u dare say that jily lames is not cannon

Marlene Mckinnon: remus ralph lupin wtf

Dorcas Meadowes: Remy, how could you?

Peter Pettigrew: Why would you say that Remus?

Mary Macdonald: remus john lupin u take that back right this instant

oh we r playing call remus wrong names

sry I didnt realise

Remus Lupin: i am sry guys I ship jily as much as u do

Sirius Black: LAMES

Remus Lupin: but i had to lol

i think v should go stop him from disturbing them

Mary Macdonald: hes already headed their way

its too late

Marlene Mckinnon: i s2g i will punch snep today if he does anything to them

Sirius Black: ill tackle him

Marlene McKinnon: perfect

Mary Macdonald: v might blow our cover too

not that im worried abt that

tho they might not appreciate the sentiment

Sirius Black: v shld go

Dorcas Meadowes: I feel like they'll want to handle this themselves

But ok!

Mary Macdonald: ok he hates u and remus the most so dorcas and i should go first

Sirius Black: but im their best friend

Dorcas Meadowes: Too late they’re already talking

Sirius Black: NOOOOOO

Remus Lupin: ig he just mentioned siris name

Sirius Black: seems that way

if he says anything abt jamie or reg i will lose it

Dorcas Meadowes: I think he’s berating lily for being out with jamie….

Mary Macdonald: ofc what else does the greasy slime ball know

Sirius Black: ok im gonna go

Peter Pettigrew: How to grease your hair 101??

Sirius Black: lol yes

Marlene Mckinnon: is he

is he pointing over to us

Mary Macdonald:k they r looking at us

Peter Pettigrew: Did Lily just call ur name out, guys?

Dorcas Meadowes: Mary, make sure Marls and Sirius don’t do anything stupid

_________

“Sirius, no!” Remus shouted, as the boy in question marched over to Jamie’s and Lily’s table.

“Well, hello there snivellus. Looking positively greasy today aren’t we?” Sirius taunted.

“What are you doing here Black?” Snape sneered.

Sirius hummed before responding, “We just fancied a dinner here. What about you?”

“Looking for something to grease?” Marlene chimed.

“Marlene,” Lily warned.

“Thought I’d visit my friend Lily here. That’s all Black,” Snape answered.

“More like crash her date,” Dorcas muttered, as she joined the group around Lily and Jamie’s table with Remus, Mary, and Peter.

“I am not your friend Snape.” Lily stood up, accompanied by Jamie.

“Lily!” The greasy haired man faced her pleadingly, “I care about you a lot. That’s why I’m telling you to not date Potter! Thinking that you’re bi may well just be a phase that’ll go away, Lily. Moreover, she doesn’t really care about you! She just thinks that you are some sort of prize to be won.”

Jamie looked like she wanted to dislocate Snape’s jaw, her fists curled at her sides. But the warning glance Lily threw her, made her insides calm down

“You know nothing about me Snape,” Lily said, with gritted teeth. “Now go away before I dislocate your nose.” Sirius whistled in support.

“Lily, we’ve been best friends since we were ten. I know you, Lily. Please listen to me,”

“If you were my best friend you’d have supported me instead of behaving like an ignorant ass. Now please go away.”

“Lily, please.”

Barely a moment later, Lily’s fist connected with Snape’s nose. Blood leaked down his front, while the rest of the gang rushed to vocally support her.

“You’ll regret that Lily!” Snape glared threateningly.

Before long, Sirius had tackled Snape to the ground, and accidentally splattered the lasagna the waiter was bringing over to their table, on Snape’s head.

“I...“ Lily began.

“You can save your breath, Lils,” Sirius started, “he’s a harmless, entitled prick”

“Looks like you have a lot of grease to get rid of, Snep,” Marlene announced.

“And Snep, pro tip: the only shampoo that keeps the grease at bay is the Sleakeasy shampoo. You should try it out!” Jamie, ever so helpful, advised, and moved to position her hand behind Lily’s back.

“Sorry about that Sir, we’ll cover the charges for the ill-fated lasagna,” Sirius apologised to the waiter as he helped him up from the ground.

“Could you please get him out of this shop? He’s been troubling us, as you can see,” Dorcas asked, politely.

The waiter simply looked baffled. However, he nodded and successfully escorted Snape out of the restaurant.

“Now this is going to be quite the first date story to tell at the wedding.” Peter spoke up for the first time since they gathered at the table between the hydrangeas and the windows.

Jamie blushed and looked around, anywhere but at Lily, though her hand never left Lily’s back, while the redhead laughed at her.

“Well, since we’re all together, we can have dessert and you can continue spying on us while sitting at our table,” Lily said. “Nice ears you’ve got there, Sirius. Though I’d prefer Dorcas’s floppy hat.”

“Yeah! I personally love the whiskers, Pete. Seriously, Marlene? A gily suit? Inconspicuous much? And Remus, you have enough sense to stop them!” Jamie put on.

Remus just shrugged, his big crescent shaped moon hat toppling Mary’s tree hat downwards. “Sorry,” he said, bending to pick it up.

“Thanks,” she said, when he gave the hat to her, “why did we agree to wear these again?”

“So we would be incognito, Mary”

“And we were successful! These oblivious dorks didn’t even realise that it was us until old snivelly pointed it out,” Sirius stated.

“Also, we did have ice-cream before coming here, so you guys should continue, we’ll leave,” Dorcas said.

“Hey! We didn’t get to eat that ice-cream! You and Remus took it from us,” Marlene reprimanded.

“Yeah! So we’ll be staying here and you guys can shoo away,” Sirius included.

“Well in that case you can all leave and get yourselves ice cream while Lily and I can finally enjoy our date,” Jamie, now pushing Sirius, and shoo-ing the others to the doors, said.

“Say what you want Jamie, I am enjoying our date,” expressed Lily.

“You are?” Jamie turned around, completely forgetting the others in the room.

“Well, looks like they’re more nauseating and lame than before. Should we go?” Asked Marlene.

“Nah. Let’s just sit outside and spy on them through the window,” Sirius smirked.

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yoonki-boonki · 4 years ago

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Hey, just saw your txt drabbles post. Can you write a yeonbin drabble with literally any theme that is maybe not an au. Like the first thing that comes to your mind but preferably not angsty xD

Thank youuu

here u go ~~ hope u like it!! "Do you think he knows?" Yeonjun asks Beomgyu as they munch on snacks in between practice. They both have been working extra hours to perfect their moves, their facial expressions for the upcoming performances- straightened fingertips, stable feet, a smile, a wink here and there for the fans.

Beomgyu shrugs, "I don't know," he takes a sip of water, flips his hair away from his eyes, "why don't you just tell him?"

It resembles a slap against his cheek- hearing those words. "Wait," Yeonjun squints his eyes, opens and closes his mouth before continuing, "you don't think this is lame? That it's a losing game?"

"Uhh," the boy stretches his sore muscles, mulls the answer in his mind for a bit, "-no? Why?"

And it comes as a surprise, Yeonjun wonders if Beomgyu even understands what this conversation is about, wonders if he should laugh it off, pretend it was never about -this-, still, "Pursuing a romantic relation with a member is a dive into the deep end."

Either Beomgyu's not interested enough, painfully tired or Yeonjun's too nervous about this topic, "Yeah," the younger shrugs once more, "if you refuse to talk about it, address it like adults- sure."

And it's stupid, it really is, but it fills Yeonjun with hope- that unstable, rooted in emotion rather than facts type of hope. The one that clogs his head with air, takes him somewhere high above the clouds where he becomes one with the sun.

"What if I did it today?" he says, and his breath gets caught up in his throat.

Beomgyu seems to notice the adrenaline that has taken over the latter, the wide eyes staring back at him, the recklessness of it all. He laughs, "I dare you."

That's the thing about the sun- it burns. Yeonjun can feel it in the place of his heart, "-shit," and then again, "shit, -shit- okay, okay." It hits him like a wall, a reality check, there is a chance this might work out, there is a chance he has been wrong all this time. The possibility sizzles addictive at the pit of his stomach. He can't say no to it. He's going to do it, he knows it. "But how?"

Now Beomgyu looks more woken up, excited at the turn of events, "Taehyun's at the studio, I can text Kai if he wants to get food with me."

It sounds like a plan, and Yeonjun's freaking out a little bit by now, "But what do I say? What if he hates the idea of it?"

Beomgyu already has his phone out, swiping the screen from the shade of pitch black to Yeonjun's ominous future, "Then you move on, laugh it off, tell him it was a dare."

Yeonjun thinks he might be losing vision, the nervousness lulling him into a state of disorientation. Then, Beomgyu's phone ding's and the boy's standing up from the floor, reaching for his hoodie. "You go, tiger, it's your time to shine!" Apparently, that's all that it takes in the younger's point of view.

Yeonjun uses his last piece of mind to stare the latter down, giving him his best unamused facial expression as the younger leaves him, waving goodbye with a glint in his eyes. It's now or never, huh?

It takes Yeonjun about fifteen minutes to gather courage, figure out, then absolutely forget what to say, how to go about this situation, to lock the practice room's door and head to their dorm.

When he walks inside their shared space- it's quiet. Yeonjun hopes Soobin hasn't gone to sleep, then hopes he has -hopes he has moved dorms, countries-, then rolls his eyes, tightens his own fist and reminds himself that it's going to be alright. Either way.

The knock on Soobin's door goes unheard, so the boy takes a breath and slides open the door, peeks inside. Soobin's in his bed, headphones on- those awfully big ones that require some kind of trained balance to keep them put-, he's in a pair of light blue pyjamas, staring at his computer screen. Then Yeonjun looks a bit more, looks closer and there are unshed tears in the boy's eyes. He must be watching dramas again.

Soobin whips his head to face the older, goes to wipe the tears away- embarrassed. "Did you want something?" Yeonjun remembers he should have taken a shower before coming here, changed out of his workout clothes but it's too late for that. He puts on his most teasing smile, enters the room.

"Crying again?" he says, but there's no bite to it, some might even say it comes out similar to adoration.

Soobin shuts the computer, takes off the headphones as Yeonjun climbs next to him in bed, "stop," he whines.

It makes the older laugh, a moment of peace before his nerves rush back to torture him. "Soobinie," he starts, and can't make himself look at the other, "I need to tell you something."

He feels the boy shift beside him. Soobin takes his hands in his, and they're wider than his, a bit cold to the touch, "Is something wrong?"

Maybe. "No," Yeonjun replies. "No, no, nothing's wrong, I just-", and his mind goes blank. There are a million things he could say right now, a million ways he could act, but everything's out of place- Yeonjun feels out of place. What if this ruins their friendship? What if the rejection stings in his heart so much it becomes distracting? What if he says - it was a dare! I can't believe you thought it was real!- and each word grips a piece of his soul out of him.

Soobin pulls them both down, takes Yeonjun by his shoulder and pushes him beneath the blankets, covers them both up until their shoulders, "It's alright, you can tell me," the younger boy says.

And suddenly they're face to face, and Soobin is wearing fondness all over his features. Yeonjun melts. He doesn't want this to be a dare, wants this to be real. Either way.

He half-whispers, voice going raspy, "Remember when we debuted, and then the next week you got so sick I thought you might just turn green?" Soobin nods. "I fell asleep by your bed three nights in a row- I was so worried."

"I- uh-" he pauses, "-and then a few months after that when you noticed I was draining myself, always at the practice room, you brought me water, stayed with me to make sure I wasn't being too harsh on myself," the older boy adds.

"I remember."

"Soobin, I think-," Yeonjun flexes his jaw, his gaze drops to where their bodies disappear under the blanket. Allowing himself to dream of becoming an idol was difficult, telling his parents about it was even more. Training, debuting, too, but - this... He bites his lip, "I think those were the first times I thought I might like you a bit more than a group member, a friend."

And then the clock ticks somewhere in a room next to theirs, the bed sheets rustle, Soobin's breath echoes in his mind, cars pass by the building, the lamp flickers, Yeonjun's heart beats is in his ears, and it's so loud in this silence, and, and-

Soobin pulls him closer, nearly strangles him against his own chest- Yeonjun's face uncomfortably rests against his neck. It's alright. The same hands- now three times warmer- are on his nape, holding him, petting his hair, brushing along the lines of his shoulders.

Yeonjun wants to laugh, he feels confused, bewildered, "What are you doing?", but Soobin shushes him. The strokes against his skin become heavier until finally, something feels odd, and Yeonjun frees himself, looks at the younger.

"Why are you crying?" he asks- scared of the answer- noting the hot tears streaming over the boy's cheeks.

Soobin shakes his head, then laughs, his lips reddened, eyes puffy. "I-", he tries to say, "I'm so happy you said that," and the sun inside Yeonjun's body shines brighter than before.

He goes to lightly hit the latter on the chest, "you scared me," but they're both laughing, and Soobin's pulling him back into his arms. "-shit, you scared me so bad," he says against the fabric of the blue pyjamas.

"I'm sorry," and Yeonjun can barely make out the words under all the sniffling, the dizziness. He feels Soobin plant a kiss on top of his head, goes limp. Wonders if anyone would notice if he slept in Soobin's bed from now on, figures he doesn't care, the others wouldn't either. It's alright.

I also posted this on my AO3 (its a bit angsty isnt it? T-T but .... its also cute, right?....)

#yeonbin #yeonbin fluff #yeonbin au #yeonbin fanfic #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #mine #txt au

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obxlife · 5 years ago

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Friendship for Dummies (Pogue Dynamic)

A/N: I can’t believe I’m writing again! Like I swear to god I haven’t written in like a month and idk I feel like this isn’t going to be top-notch but whatever. Also, thank you anon for requesting!

Pairing: None (Only Pogue dynamic)

Word Count: 3,487

Request: hi! I have a request if ur interested? I love your jiara comfort fic, especially how u included all the pogues. I was wondering if u could do a friendship pogue fic that sort of follows how the pogues have protected Kie over the years from when they first met to the present. idk if this makes sense but I love the friendship dynamic in comfort and how JJ was so protective so I would love to see that extend to the other pogues and just see them get all big brotherly anytime someone messes with Kie

Summary: Basically situations where Kie either gets in trouble or gets hurt and the Pogues stand up for her or protect her, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, some underage drinking, some weed (because, you know, JJ) and I think that is it! Oh, and some really harsh swearing towards Kie.

FRIENDSHIP FOR DUMMIES

Kiara had a knack for getting in trouble. Actually, her friends had a knack for getting her to tag along on their crazy adventures and get in trouble.

It all began before high school when Kie was in seventh grade and still adapting to her growing body. She knew she was different from the rest of the kids in her neighborhood, mainly because they mostly cared about the newest iPhone while the dark-skinned girl cared about the waves down at the beach. She had always had trouble forging friendships and was pretty much used to being alone. In fact, she was used to standing up for herself every time one of the stupid Kooks from the part of the island where she lived.

That was exactly what had been happening when she was approached by her soon-to-be friends.

“Piss off, Jeremy,” Kie had said to Jeremy Blanchard. He lived down the street from her, and much like the rest of the Kooks from Figure Eight, he went to the only middle school in Kildare Island. He was a year older than Kiara and had been teasing her about being friendless and a ‘Kook traitor’ for years. Kie didn't mind him much, normally ignoring whatever he would say, but sometimes she just couldn’t do so.

Every once in a while, Jeremy’s teasing would get to her head and she would cry. A lot. But then she would pull herself together and deal with it.

This one particular time though, Jeremy was being meaner than usual, and for some reason, his words seemed to be stabbing Kiara in a way that made her feel weak.

Tears were already pooling around her eyes as she shoved Jeremy back, which led to her body being pushed further into the wall she had been leaning on. Jeremy and his friends laughed at Kiara’s lame attempt to push the bigger and stronger boy away from her before closing in on her again.

“Shut it, traitor,” Mark, Jeremy’s friend, sneered.

Kiara began to feel a bit claustrophobic, and she swore she saw the three boys surrounding her grow taller than they truly were. She felt small and weak, contrary to what she tried to portray to them, and her breathing was becoming ragged.

All of a sudden, Jeremy was pulled back by his shoulder and to the ground. Kiara felt a little more air enter her lungs as she realized that Jeremy’s two friends were being pulled down to the floor as well. The ambush of her bullies permitted her to flee, but Kiara’s feet were glued to the floor. She couldn't look away from her three classmates defending her.

She recognized all of them. They were in her grade, and she easily recognized them as residents of The Cut. She couldn’t care less though. All she cared was that they had helped her.

One of the three boys stood up from where he was laying across Jeremy’s friend and approached the trembling girl. His dark skin was entrancing, and his curly hair looked unruly, but his smile made Kiara feel safe.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked. Kiara tried to find her voice, but no sounds came out of her open mouth. She only nodded, clutching the books she held in her hand closer to her chest. “You’re Kie, right?”

Once again Kiara nodded. She felt bad for not knowing their names. Before that day, Kiara had not cared to learn the names of almost any of her classmates. The few she knew were because of fancy Kook dinners she had attended during the years.

“Well, I’m Pope,” the boy presented himself to the tall girl. His hand was pressed against his chest, and then he pointed at the other two boys that were approaching them. “That’s John B and JJ.”

“Are you okay?” the long-haired boy asked. Kiara finally found her voice.

“Yeah. Thanks for the help,” she muttered while looking down. Although the boys made her feel safe, she was slightly ashamed in herself. She had never needed anyone to defend her or protect her, and now she stood with three boys who had done just that. They must think I’m some weak, little girl, she thought.

“Jeremy is such an ass, I swear,” the blond said while passing a hand through his hair. Kiara took notice of how worn his clothes looked compared to the other two boys, and she noticed a stain that looked a lot like blood. She shook her head, deciding for once that she wouldn’t judge her peers.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” she said sarcastically. “I’ve been dealing with him and his jackass friends for years.”

Pope widened his eyes at that statement. How come we’ve never seen them bothering her before? he wondered.

“Really?” John B asked out loud. “You must be tough, then. We’ve seen him make a lot of kids cry because of his teasing.”

Kiara felt proud of being referred to in that term. She always felt she was tough, but she had trouble portraying that to other people. Especially Kooks that wanted her to fit into the mold of a small, needy girl.

“I guess,” she decided to reply. The three boys shared a look, having a silent conversation in which they quickly decided that the girl standing in front of them was worthy of their friendship.

From that day Kiara found herself accompanied by her boys. They would hang out after school at the beach or at The Wreck (Kiara’s family-owned restaurant) and during classes, creating messes everywhere they went. Here new friendships brought even more judgment from the Kooks, but Kiara couldn’t care less. For the first time in her life, she had friends that she actually liked and that had her back. All she needed was them. As long as she had them everything was completely fine.

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During their last year of middle school, the Pogues began to involve themselves in illegal activities. Not drugs or alcohol or anything like that, but they often found themselves breaking into houses that were under construction or buildings that were usually empty at night. Most of the time they would sneak into the pools of some Kook house that was empty during the school year before entering the house and snooping around for a little while.

They had been nearly caught many times before, but the Pogues liked walking on the edge and trying their luck. They would wait until the police cars were just outside of the vicinity they had broken into before running off. Or sometimes they would taunt them while running away, calling the policemen names and teasing them about their job.

Usually, it was only JJ and John B that would do this.

One particular night they had entered the home of a woman that would visit the island every summer. Kiara recognized who the house belonged to, having served her at The Wreck multiple times in past years.

“C’mon,” JJ ushered his friends along the empty street that had mansions on both of its sides. They were trying not to attract any attention, but anybody that looked outside of their windows would realize how misplaced the three boys were. Their dirty and worn-out clothes were a clear indicator of their lack of money, and their mannerisms were found to be despicable by any Kook on the island. Kiara might have passed a little more unnoticed, but her style of clothing reflected that of a girl from The Cut (even though most of her pieces were actually on-brand).

JJ almost moaned when he finally dipped his feet into the pool. He removed his hat and his shirt before throwing himself into the depths of the water. Pope and John B followed suit, tossing their belonging on the grass behind them and jumping into the clear water while striking a pose in the air. This made a giggle rise from Kie’s lips as she removed her clothes and stepped into the pool. A shiver went up her spine from the cold but she moved further until she was completely submerged.

When she came up for air she realized the rest of her friends were already splashing water at each other. She laughed as Pope got a wave of water thrown directly at him causing him to cough and splutter.

They continued to splash around until John B realized there was a small jacuzzi a little bit off from the main pool area. He sped towards it, jumping in and searching for the button that would activate its jets.

“Guys, help me find the button for the jets!” he ushered the rest of the Pogues. JJ gladly began to help his brunett best friend, but Pope and Kie hung back a bit.

“Don’t you guys think that’ll attract too much attention?” the dark-skinned boy questioned. “I mean, that makes a lot of noise and I’m guessing that if the cops haven’t been called on us already, then they definitely will be if we turn the jets on.”

“Agreed,” Kie chimed while crossing her arms across her chest. She didn’t notice how the boys’ eyes darted towards her chest for a brief moment. “And I really don’t want to be caught by the cops. You guys know my dad will be pissed.”

“Live a little, you guys,” JJ said while turning his back towards the hesitant half of the group. “Oh, I found it!”

The blond pressed a small button on the side of the jacuzzi which caused the jets to begin shooting water out immediately. John B and JJ relaxed while Kie and Pope shared an incredulous look.

“We should start rounding our thing up,” Kie suggested to the boy beside her. “The cops will probably be here soon.”

Pope followed the girl and got dressed along with her. After that, they grabbed onto the clothes and towels their other friends had thrown away just as they began to hear police sirens in the distance.

JJ and John B didn’t seem to realize that the law was on the way to catch them as they continued to play around with the settings in the jacuzzi. However, once the blue and red lights stopped moving (meaning that the cops had pulled up outside), they began to run after Kie and Pope. Jumping from on house to the other, they crossed almost all of Figure Eight before arriving outside of The Wreck, where they had agreed to group up if the cops were to arrive at the house they broke into. Adrenaline was pumping inside each and every one of their veins and Kie tried to level her breathing as she gave John B his clothes.

Just as JJ and John B finished getting dressed outside of the restaurant, a cop car approached the small building. Eyes widening, the Pogues darted inside. However, they didn’t make it very far as Deputy Shoupe and Sheriff Peterkin stepped inside and grabbed into them.

Just then, Kiara’s dad came from within the kitchen and was surprised to find that his daughter was being handcuffed.

“Hey! What’s going on? Why are you arresting my daughter?” Mr. Carrera asked Shoupe.

“Breaking and entering. Mrs. Longfield’s summer house,” the police officer grunted out.

“What?” Mr. Carrera screamed. He was furious, especially at his daughter. He had relentlessly advised her to stay away from the boys she had been hanging around with, but she hadn’t listened at all. “Kiara, do you mind explaining what the hell Deputy Shoupe is talking about?”

Kiara’s words seemed to be jumbled. She couldn’t find it in herself to explain what had happened, not wanting to face the disappointment that was already beginning to cloud her father’s eyes.

“She wasn’t with us,” Pope spoke up suddenly. Kie turned towards him, surprise in her eyes. Why was he lying?

“Yeah, we bumped into her outside just now. She let us in,” John B explained, his gaze not wavering from Mr. Carrera’s eyes.

“She didn’t know we were running away,” JJ added. And with that, they made Kie look completely innocent in front of her father and the police.

The male Pogues knew just how much Kie’s father would pressure her into behaving like a Kook and having Kook friends, so the least they could do for getting her in trouble was getting her out of it. With their lies, Kie’s father would only be attacking her about her friends and not about her actions.

“Is this true?” Peterkin asked the girl. She contemplated if she should shake her head and tell the truth, but as she shared a look with each of her friends, she realized that they were pushing her to lie along with them. So, she nodded.

The handcuffs came off her wrist at once. Her father tugged her towards them and they watched as the three teenage boys were dragged off towards the police station. Kiara promised herself she would visit all of them in the morning, and she would thank them endlessly for what they had done.

She watched the cop cars pull out from the restaurant’s parking lot and turn down the street. The blue and red lights faded into the night sky.

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The first months of high school completely sucked for Kie. She was always alone in the hallways, and she never missed the muttered comments that came from the rest of her classmates. ‘Traitor’ and ‘dirty Pogue’ were the classics.

It had been a while since she had been all alone in school, and she was not used to it. See, this year was her first year at the Kook Academy, which meant that the rest of the Pogues were not with her at school right now but instead in the public high school on the other side of the island.

So, yes, the first months of high school completely sucked for Kie. That was until she met Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess.

She had invited Kie down to the beach to help her save turtles, an activity which Kie was more than glad to take part in. She enjoyed herself so much that she hoped Sarah would invite her to do the same soon.

And, surprisingly, she did.

Kie found herself more and more often over at the Cameron residence and spending less and less time with the Pogues. It wasn’t that she was purposely avoiding them, no. She just simply began to spend so much time with Sarah that she barely had time to fit them in her busy schedule.

At first, Kie tried to maintain as much communication as possible with the boys. She would even hang out with them every so often. But every so often become once in a while and once in a while became almost never.

By then it was the middle of November, and all Kie found herself occupied with was numerous activities that Sarah would drag her to. The blonde girl was so much fun and she ensured that Kie would be accepted within the Kooks anywhere. Who wouldn’t want that? After all, if the Kook princess herself considers you enough to be her friend, then the Kook community would as well.

However, Kie wasn’t aware of how some of the rich people would talk about her behind her back. Especially Rafe Cameron and his crowd of goonies.

It was well known that Kiara had been friends with the Pogues for the past two years, and the Kook boys would often discuss this topic among themselves. They would talk about it at the country club while playing golf, at their houses while partying and trying drugs, or just out and about during the day while they were running errands.

This is how one afternoon Rafe and his friends ended up fighting with the Pogues for their first time. This fight would eventually lead to a long history of fights between the teenagers of the two social classes, all of which began because of Kiara Carrera.

She, of course, didn’t know this.

Rafe and his goons had been searching for some marshmallows and hot chocolate as they were going to be hosting a bonfire later that night at one of their mansions. They were commenting on who would be attending and who they were hoping would attend when they first mentioned Sarah’s name.

“Dude, I hope Sarah comes tonight,” Jeremy (yes, the same Jeremy that would bother Kiara) said to Rafe while reaching a shelf where the cookies and sweets were.

The blond Kook immediately shoved his friend while laughing a bit. “You know she is off limits! Why don’t you go for Kie instead? I’m sure Sarah will drag her over tonight.”

And just as their bad luck would have it, on the other side of the shelf stood John B, Pope, and JJ, listening to everything the other boys had said.

“Dude, no,” Jeremy replied with disgust. “She’s a Pogue. Plus, she’s always been an attention-seeking whore.”

The male Pogues saw red on the other side of the shelf. They began to make their way towards the end of the aisle, all of them knowing exactly what was going to go down in order to defend their friend.

“You can say that again,” another boy from the Kooks said. They were all laughing as if Kie was some kind of joke, and the Pogues hated it. Even though they hadn’t seen her in a while, they still cared about her and would defend her to whatever extent.

“You guys better watch your mouths,” John B said once he and his friends found themselves only a few feet away from the teenage Kooks. Jeremy visibly winced a little at the brunett’s voice, remembering how John B, JJ, and Pope had beaten him only two years ago for making fun of Kie.

Rafe, however, scoffed. “What are you three going to do? You’re just some dirty Pogues.”

Without processing what he was doing, JJ jumped towards Rafe, punching him with such force that the older boy’s head whipped back. John B grabbed onto a boy he didn’t recognize that had stepped forward to help Rafe. He placed a punch towards his face and another towards his gut. Pope advanced towards Jeremy, and although the dark-skinned boy wasn’t used to fighting, he could hold his ground. He only had to punch Jeremy once before he was on the ground and squirming away from the scene.

After a while the brawl had been torn apart by the store clerks, pulling JJ and John B off of the boys they had been assaulting. The store clerks dragged both of them outside where Pope joined them. They could hear Rafe still saying some nasty comments about them (mainly about how much of a low life they all were) and Kiara (mainly about how much of a traitor she was). The teenagers didn’t care, wiping their mouths and noses before turning to walk down the street and back to The Cut.

Later that night, Jeremy recounted the story to Sarah (although he made himself seem much less scared in his version), which caused Kie to listen to what had gone down that afternoon as well. She couldn’t believe the Pogues had gotten into a fight because they were talking about her. Although she didn’t catch what exactly had been said, she still couldn’t believe it. Did this mean they still considered her their friend?

She wasn’t sure.

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The following year, Kiara found herself alone once again. In school that is. Her fall out with Sarah had occurred around six months ago, but she couldn’t care much about it anymore. She was much more focused on getting the Pogues to trust her again.

JJ was being especially difficult, but Kie was sure she had improved on getting them to care about her again. Little did she know they had never stopped.

So this was Kiara’s life now. During the day, at school, she was a complete loner, but during the afternoons and at night she belonged with the Pogues. Just like it had been before her Kook year. Before her mistakes.

Kiara was happy to be back where she truly belonged, and she realized she was a lot more comfortable around the Pogues than she had ever been around Sarah. She never stopped smiling when she was with them. And she realized she had never stopped caring about them when she had been away.

She promised herself that she would never do what she had done to them during her Kook year. She would never let other people insult the Pogues without defending them and she would never not be there like she had done when Big John disappeared.

Kiara came to realize just how safe she felt around the Pogues and how much they had done for her during their years of friendship.

All she wanted to do was return the favor now.

#outer banks #outer banks netflix #obx netflix #jj maybank x kiara carrera #kiara carrera #pope heyward #john b #john b routledge

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abloomingperiod · 5 years ago

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junmyeon as a bf

the softest of the softies

kim junmyeon is an old-fashioned guy

and i’m not saying that in terms of being conservative or anything, ‘cuz i really hope he isn’t

i mean in the sense of love

like you know that kind of person who dreams the whole picture

he dates for a reason

unlike other members, junmyeon isn’t the type to not think about the future

being a leader makes you like that

but this gets less harsh on him when u arrive in his life

yk that whole romantic comedy movie where a guy runs into someone and it’s this beautiful woman with the biggest smile and they fall for each other and shit

well.......not exactly your case

he indeed ran into you with an iced tea in hands

except you didn’t smile at him

you basically screamed “SHIT IM SORRY ILL PAY U BACK”

he got so flustered w your reaction like

this really pretty girl just offered me some iced tea”

he was all like nonononononoooo don’t say that it’s fine don’t worry aha

you kept insisting but were late for work so you made him promise to come back to that bakery the day after bcs he WOULD be paid back no matter wHAT

he didn’t feel the need butyou were cute and he wasn’t with a thick schedule so why not right

so yeah ofc prince suho showed up

the next day he entered the place and saw you

you were so pretty watching you crinkling your nose over the hot coffee in your hands was already a payback

a cute one

cmon he’s cringey give him a chance

you bowed at each other and he realized you didn’t mention for Once between the whole minute after the accident and his arrival abt his name or profession as an idol

which for him

was nice

not a big deal, but nice

after you gave him his iced tea he was so polite you actually smiled bcs ajshskjsks cute ?

and then you started talking for a while

you introduced yourself, told him abt your dream to become a writer someday and he !!!!!

okay junmyeon easy on the hearbeats you got it

he just thought of this as such a COOL dream

writing for a living

now he was like this pretty girl... is a poet

i know

lame

but he’s adorable so who cares tbh

he talked to u abt being an idol and how was the position of the leader

you listened to every word and even though you lost a fee of them along with the honey like voice and puffy cheeks of his, you loved hearing abt it

after like 2 hours he had to go bcs schedule

but before you parted your way you had to go to the bathroom

when you went pay for your payback iced tea, you hear a waiter asking “mrs y/n? i believe that for you”

no shit there was the waiter holding a cappuccino

you got like Dude. there must’ve been a mist-

you turn the cup and there it is:

“for y/n

i loved the iced tea but since my goodbyes were a little earlier i most definitely own you a payback too. how abt sushi? xx” and the waiter hands you a note with his name and number

and that’s how you started seeing each other

jun is a quiet person so he won’t be like vocal abt developing a crush on you more and more

it would b like

you guys would hang out sometimes

and little by little he would catch himself getting the heart eyes

like you’re at a coffe shop

you would get passionate talking about some movie or song and suddenly there’s a drop of coffee on the side of your lip. you didn’t notice but he did but he thought you looked so cute popping off about ur favorite music he would just sit there like,,, 💖nvm💖

and with those little stuff he would catch himself thinking yup they’re gonna b mine

so one day he went like soooo maybe i’m catching feelings i didn’t know this was happening sorry??? so i think u should know that bcs it’s abt u... i’m fancied by u i didn’t mean it to happen

like straight up he APOLOGIZED

FOR LIKING U

you were like goshkjsjksj so cute

and decided to play w him a little

“so you don’t want to like me” “NONONOOO THATS NOT WHAT I MEA-” “jk i got it i really like you too and maybe we could kiss to see what happens”

he combusted

so yeah you’re dating that’s what happened

so caring literally sO CARING

calls you on a daily basis when he’s away to talk abt the weather the boys his breakfast how much he misses you how he saw those flowers outside and it reminded of you or how he will bring you to that country when it’s vacations

he’s such a husband material fuck me

keeps notes of things you like so he can hit the high score on important dates

talking abt dates

fancy

i mean he’s bourgeoisie ofc it’s fancy

such a lovely boyfriend i’m actually sad

jun is restaurants with low lights, candles, roses and holding your hand while talking about how he never seemed to figure out the food app to find a cool place to go to so he just asked chanyeol with a pout on his lips

“you’re such an old man” “i’m simple it’s different”

on your 1 year anniversary he took you to a boat ride on a lake witha guy playing violin and wine and cheese waiting for you

simple my ass

keeps bringing coffee and flowers for you every friday night you get together bcs it’s your “tiny vacations” as he calls it

on weekends with you the only ppl he answers is either manager or a serious question from the boys/his family

and it’s always a short “yes” or “no” or “👍🏻”

fuck it he’s with his baby leave him alone

loves cooking with you

like fuck it if it’s not that tasty he just LUUUVES doing it with you

probably because he gets to hug you a lot

like you’re in the stove and he had already placed everything in its own place so he goes behind your figure, hugs your waist and places his lips on your shoulder to give you tiny pecks and praise your cooking

“junmy this is practically burnt” “you’re the best cooker i know”

once you guys were enjoying a whole ass week together and the last time you were together for more than a day were like 6 months before

you were so all over each other he went to do the same thing and you guys ended up making out in front of a precooked pan of french fries

long story short, your toasted it and only saw that coming bcs jun went to embrace your waist and his fingers touched the hot pan

“that happened bcs of you and your teenager behavior” “YOU COULD’VE MOVED” “I WAS TRAPPED”

so guess what you did after you applied some salve om his fingers

he was staring @ u all 💖💖💖💖💖

you were like ,,,what

he just shrugged and murmured “you’re beautiful”

that’s right

you fucked

not fucked in a Fucked way

yall made love

kim junmyeon is all about luv

i remember someone posting here that he probably fucked like white people and i-

that person ruined it for me

i hate yall

i will defend him till the end of time my boi DOES NOT fuck like a white person

takes it very seriously as he sees it as an opportunity to shower u with the love u deserve

on that day you actually convinced him you should do the hard work

HELL YEAH YOU RODE THAT BITCH

jun seems like soft dom for me like just bcs he’s in charge for most of the time doesn’t mean youon get to do a thing

that time as you rode him you got very like Very excited but you saw in his eyes how desperate he was to touch you entirely so you catch his hand and kiss his fingertips slowly

he kept smiling for you saying “god you are so beautiful” “i love you so much”

but you’re a little shit and always tries and bring his rough side out

so you open your mouth and lick his two burnt finger from the knuckles to the tips

he got so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not really a vocal guy

heavy sighs and low groans are it for junmyeon

very into dirty talk

but a fancy one

“does my baby likes it when i make her beg?” “look at me, love. do you want it from where i can kiss your back or your breasts?” “you’re mine to take and no one else”

we don’t support women treated as objects but this is a sexual environment and you’ve always consented him to say things like that in bed

he’s a gentlemen fuck it

once you were so horny you straight up said “i don’t give a fuck about formality just make me cum at least three times”

he got 😳 for a sec but got your point

not a rough lover but once you get in a fight

bitch

you’re both pretty mature ppl so every rare time you fight it’s very Very serious

will kiss you until your both breathless just so you can not even catch your breath bcs he will be kissing your neck and liking your skin

slaps your butt?

absolutely

a fucking lot

“funny how you turn shut the fuck up as soon as i lay my hands on you”

makes you strip for him

has a thing for watching where your bodies connect

call him baby and he’s got a 3 secs tops soft jun

like a little grin with puffy cheeks

and he’s back with the restless pounding

bathtub aftercare is a must

massages your feet as you talk sweet nothings for him

if you’re feeling feisty might get a romantic round two

loves doing it slowly so he can drag it to the point you get so hot and bothered you beg

“oh god- just please- jun, faster”

likes it when you rub his back after

get a shot of soft myeonie post-sex

lays in his stomach and quietly asks “can you”

you lay there also on your stomach and rubbing his back drawing circles and talking about life

once he got so full of idk emotion?? love?? idk never been there

he just poured a whole “marry me”

like dude.

“WHAT” “not today, like... in a few years maybe idk forget it”

he closed his eyes to dismiss your reaction and just felt a warm peck on his naked shoulder

“of course i’ll marry you a few years”

his eyes shot open like This woman. the loml. dead ass said yes to my hypothetical proposal”

he actually got emotional

“kajsksjsksjsk really?????????v

“yes really”

and there was a teardrop

you felt like dying

i mean I feel like dying rn

doesn’t say it but thinks abt having kids someday

and u know that bcs honestly it’s suho everybody just Knows that

his parents? ofc they know you

exo? absolutely sure they know you

“one day we’re gonna have a dinner on like christmas with my family and yours” “baby they don’t even live in korea” “i don’t care we’ll pay” “STOP”

really treasures your relationship like i’m not here to play games i’m past mid-20’s this is Serious

and because he’s so worried and serious he nevers seems to let loose

which is probably normal since he’s a leader

but it makes him so !! all the time u get worried

once he actually CRIED out of stress

and you ofc were there

you kept hugging him tightly and slowly rocking his body with yours kissing his tears away as he kept softly saying “i’m fine, don’t worry”

you didn’t stop worrying

you said “if you’re fine then i can stay here hugging my boyfriend”

he nodded and kept sobbing for a little while

his head was pounding so you literally laid him down and cuddled him in your arms, fingers between his locks and hot breath on his neck

he once said the sound of your breath calmed him

so that’s what you did

you calmed him

and that’s everything he ever wanted

someone to be there for him on tough times like he’s always there for everyone

he loves the fact you’re always so calm and ready to solve any problem that appears

he loves the calmness and ““““normal”””” atmosphere you bring to him

after all those years of hardship and responsability

you showed him he could be a leader and have more fun on a daily basis

he deadass thinks abt your marriage

like it’s barely 6am, he wakes up and sees you sleeping next to him, hair everywhere on the pillow and mouth open

his heart goes 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

his arms goes to your sleeping body

& his mind “i’m gonna marry this girl someday”

idk i feel like i could write a whole ass fanfiction of 50 chapters on suho and id still have 100 scenarios of him in mind

i honestly love him sm

such a nice boy

he deserves so much more

give lota of love to him he’s perfect

that’s it i’m done

#kim junmyeon scenario #kim junmyeon imagine #suho imagine #suho scenario #exo headcanons #you can tell hes special to this bitch #i lobe him so bad fuck it #id die for kim junmyeon guardian of exp

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psychospeak-blog · 6 years ago

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It still felt surreal, waking up next to him, and you couldn't believe that last night had actually happened. But there he was, sleeping soundly right next to you, a little smile coming and going on his face, just like Bentley did when he slept.

Tyler's eyes opened, and for a minute you thought he might make fun of you for staring at him as he slept, even though you'd fallen asleep last with your faces more inches apart. But he didn't, instead, a slow, sleepy smile breaking across his face. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," you smiled back, your lips pressed together, just so you could feel how pillowy soft they were, and make out the hint of his smile, even with your eyes closed.

But it turned into Tyler groaning and pulling away from you, until Gerry was standing between you, tail wagging, even as he whined.

"Yeah, I hear him, Ger," you whispered, swinging your legs over the bed and then laughing because Cash was already up, sniffing at the mesh of basinette. He wasn't even crying, though, just making little noises that let you know he was awake. You picked him up, letting Cash sniff him for a moment before you pulled him into bed with you, pulling him out of his swaddle. "Aw stretch," you said, tickling his belly, and you were rewarded with a big smile. "Did you sleep so good?"

"He slept like a baby," Tyler said, his face still on the pillow, smiling into it, "So he was up, what? Every two hours?"

"Something like that," you said, "He was better though, he just wanted to eat all the time."

"He's making up for when he wasn't very hungry," Tyler said, leaning around Bentley now, and Bentley screatched a little when he came into view, like he wanted to laugh but didn't know how to yet. "Oh, what story are you gonna tell me? Oh, you had good dreams last night? Tell me all about it, I'm listening."

"Oh, that's so funny," Tyler said, looking up at you out of the corner of his eyes, "That's exactly what I dreamed about, too."

"Wait, what do you dream about?" you asked.

"You," he said sweetly, looking up at you now.

"Oh, you did not dream about me, stop."

"Mmyeah, I did," Tyler said, and then he laughed, "Maybe it was just because I got to see you in the middle of the night, but it still counts, right?"

"No, it doesn't count."

"Mmmit counts," he said, leaning over Bentley to kiss you. "See, why are you kissing me if it doesn't count?"

"Because I love you."

"Say that again."

"I love you?"

"Mhmm.."

"I just said it."

"I could listen to you say it all day."

"Since when are you such a sap?"

"Since it's you," Tyler said, "And since, I don't know, I've only been waiting for you to say it to me for about ten years."

"I've been saying it to you like this whole time."

"Never like this," Tyler said softly, and then he leaned over you, "Fine, I'll make you say it then."

"Tyler!" You squealed, when he started kissing you all over his hand tickling at your side.

"I love you," he said seriously.

"I love you, too."

"I knew I could make you say it," he grinned, still leaning over you, until Gerry barked suddenly. "What do you want?" Tyler whined.

"I think he wants food," you said.

"Well, you got to ask nicely," Tyler said, and then Gerry started climbing on top of him, and you laughed as Tyler squirmed and groaned beneath him, his face eventually getting licked. "Stop there's a baby."

"He's not anywhere near the baby."

"Well, help me," Tyler said.

"Gerry," you said, and he backed up, looking at you and then barking again, and Bentley flinched a little, his eyes following the noise until he was looking at the dog. "You watching him?" you asked.

"He's looking right at him," Tyler said, leaning over to watch Bentley, "Are you gonna feed the dogs for me once you can walk, huh?"

Bentley gurgled in response, and Tyler laughed. "He's so happy this morning."

"He usually is happy in the mornings," you said, "He was just kind of grumpy before because he wasn't feeling well, I don't think."

"He wasn't grumpy," Tyler said, "He was just all snuggly and sleepy."

"I know," you smiled, and Gerry barked again.

"Jesus," Tyler said, crawling out of bed now, "When are you going to pull your own weight around here?"

"What about you?" you said, ticking Bentley, "Are you getting hungry, too? I think so," you said, picking him up.

"Look how nicely Bentley asks for food, Gerry," Tyler said.

"And Marshall just silently stares," you laughed, sitting up to feed Bentley, and Cash just snuggled in even closer to your leg.

"I don't think Cash is gonna come now," Tyler said, "He's, like, gotta be right by you when you're feeding him."

"He always wants to be by him," you smiled.

"Especially when you're feeding him, though, like he's gotta protect you," Tyler said, leaning over to pet him, "Maybe when dogs in the wild feed their babies, the boy dogs need to protect them from predators."

"What predators are there going to be in my bedroom?" You laughed

Tyler shrugged, "Gerry might jump on you," he said, laughing and moving away as he did just that. "'K, come on."

Cash sighed after they left, and you laughed, rubbing him with your leg. "Are they making too much noise for you?" You asked.

It wasn't too much longer before Tyler came back in the room, and you smiled at his bedhead, and the bowl of what you knew was cereal in his hands, along with a glass of cranberry juice, both of which you knew he'd brought for you, because he learned you needed about a million snacks per day with breastfeeding. "You don't even have to use a pillow anymore, you could just get Cash to lie on you lap," Tyler joked, crawling back into bed, curving his body around the cereal bowl and then stirring it, scooping up a spoonful, and you leaned towards it, opening your mouth. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Tyler smiled, kissing your lips gently. "Mmm...chocolatey."

You took the glass of juice from him, and then watched as he took the same spoon, taking his own bite of cereal. "Hey, I thought you brought that for me."

"I did, we're sharing," he smiled at you, and then, somehow, his hand made its way to cup your cheek and, this time, you got lost in each other as you kissed, so much so, that it wasn't until the bed jolted that you broke apart, Tyler struggling to grab the cereal bowl before it fell over as Marshall and Gerry jumped onto the bed, and then the next thing you knew you had a baby who was upset that his breakfast was interrupted.

"Umm...Tyler," you said, eying the bed sheets. "Can you just grab on of his cloths and wipe that up a bit?"

"Huh?" he asked, leaning over you, "Oh, sorry, I didn't think I spilled."

"That's my milk," you said, and he froze from where he was wiping it up, making a little bit of a face, like he was trying not to touch it with his hands now. "It's just milk, it's not gross."

"Yeah, true," he said, like he was just getting this through his mind, and you laughed.

"I leak a lot, if it bothers you might want to sleep in a different bed," you smirked.

"Nah," Tyler said, placing a kiss on your temple. "I love you even if you leak."

"Oh thanks."

"You're welcome," Tyler smiled, leaning back until Bentley was done eating, and then you pulled him up, settling him on his pillow. "Did you have boobs for breakfast, bud?" Tyler asked, "Were they yummy?"

Bentley smiled, and then Gerry stepped around him, and started licking him all over the cheeks. "I don't even need to wipe your face, do I?" you laughed, holding onto Gerry so he wouldn't accidentally step on the baby.

"Okay, I think he's clean," Tyler said, pulling Gerry back now when he seemed a little too enthused, and you looked at Bentley, getting up and crawling towards him, and then picking between his lips.

"He's got dog hair in his mouth," you laughed, and then Tyler giggled, while you picked pieces out. "That's a dark one, that's not Gerry's."

"What were you guys doing to him when we were sleeping?" Tyler asked, propping himself up on his hand, "Were you have a snuggle party? Did you climb into his bed?"

"I think Cash was trying to," you said, and then you smiled as Cash rested his head on the pillow next to Bentley. "He loves him."

"Did Mom make him just for you?" Tyler asked. "That's what you think, huh?"

"Well, you helped."

"Just with the fun part," he said, kissing you playfully all over the face now, and then burying his face in your neck. "The cup part was a little lame though, I should have asked you to sneak in that room with me."

"Because that would have been appropriate," you said.

"Yeah, well you know me," he said, his eyes twinkling, rolling away from you and propping his head up in one hand, the other hand still on your arm. "Hey, you know, I didn't know I was in love with you then, right, when...?"

"When what?"

Tyler's eyes darted off to the side and then back to you, and then he whispered. "When u suggested we have...s-e-x."

"What, you have to spell the word now?" You laughed.

"The baby's right there."

"Well, he's two months old, it's not like he knows what it is, I kind of haven't had the sex talk with him yet," you said, and Tyler gave you a forlorn look, bracketing around you with him arms, as if Bentley couldn't possibly be looking at you when you were having this conversation.

"But you know that, right?" Tyler continued, playing with a loose strand of your hair. "Like, if I had known that I had feelings for you, I wouldn't have suggested we...conceive like that."

Your eyes flicked up as you processed his words, and then Tyler spoke again.

"Not that, like, I'm not attracted to you," he said quickly, "like, I am, obviously. I've thought you were beautiful, like, for the longest time. It was just, like, in my head you were off-limits."

"Until we tried to have a baby, and then you thought let's just make him in a bed rather than a doctor's office," you said, your lips turning up in a smile, but Tyler looked a little concerned that you would suggest such a thing. "Do you regret it?" You asked, curiously, like you were open to the answer.

"No," Tyler frowned, "do I wish that maybe I'd gotten to tell you I loved you, for real, and taken you out for dinner first, and gotten to just kiss you? Yeah. But if we did all that then, then we might not have done the whole getting pregnant thing, and then we might not have gotten him. And that'd really suck."

You both smiled at Bentley, who just seemed content to be propped up, looking at the dogs.

"I mean, it might've...we might've.."

Tyler shook his head slowly. "But then it would have been our decision, not your decision."

"And you wouldn't have?"

"I don't know," Tyler said, his eyes flicking over to Bentley. "I didn't feel ready then, and you were so ready, and you wanted to have him now, or you needed to have him now, so maybe I would've, but then maybe that would've caused problems between us, I don't know."

"But you feel more ready now then...like?"

"I mean, I feel like I'm more ready to have a family. Like, I feel like I already do have a family," Tyler said, "I just don't feel like I'm his Dad. Yet."

"But you're sure that you could," you said, "Right?"

"Yeah," Tyler said, smiling softly at you. "I wouldn't have told you I loved you if I didn't think I could. I still wanted to wait, but I just...couldn't. You have no idea."

"I couldn't, either," you said, "I almost told you so many times."

"Wait, you did?" Tyler asked, and you nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I was pregnant," you said, "And I thought that maybe I was misreading your signals. Or, like, I wanted to be in love with you because I was having your baby. But it wasn't that. It's more than making babies with you, you know."

"Yeah," Tyler said, kissing you lightly on the forehead, "It is more than that, with you."

"I almost did tell you, though, after he smiled, and we kissed," you said, laughing. "And then Gerry jumped on us and completely ruined the moment."

"Gerry," Tyler said, "Why'd you do that? You're supposed to help me get the girl."

Gerry, somehow, though he was being called, and then started crawling all over both of you, licking you on the face. "You think she's yours, huh?" Tyler asked, rubbing him behind the ears, "Only when I'm not here, you can cuddle her."

"That's going to work out well," you said sarcastically, and Tyler laughed.

"He's like, Dad, you should have kissed this girl years ago," Tyler said, and then he started patting Marshall. "You knew the whole time, didn't you, huh? You're so much smarter than me, yeah."

"He probably thought if he hurt his paw, you'd stay."

"Nah, I think he just wanted to spend more time with you, and I don't blame him," Tyler said, "Did you try to tell me again, after that?"

"Yeah," you said, "On Mother's Day."

Tyler shut his eyes, and then ran his hand over his face. "And then I said I couldn't be his Dad, right?"

"Yeah."

Tyler groaned, "I fucked that one up all by myself, didn't I?"

"Well, not.."

"You can say it," Tyler grinned. "Because I totally did. I do want to be his dad though."

"Yeah?" You smiled softly.

"Of course I do," Tyler said, "I just don't feel like I get to be his dad because of genetics, though? I feel like that's something you should earn. And I've pretty big shoes to fill."

"What do you mean?" You frowned, "Whose shoes?"

"Yours," Tyler said, quietly, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're his everything. Don't think I haven't noticed. It makes me love you more."

"It makes me love you more, too, seeing you with him," you admitted, and you watched Tyler smile.

"I still don't..." Tyler said, "like, I feel like a connection with him, obviously. But I don't know if I'm really bonded with him in the same way you are. Like a parental way."

"It could just be like a mom thing, though," you said, "like he's so new still, but he was inside me. And I'm his main food source, so obviously he's just gonna be more attached to me because of that. And maybe you'll just develop a bond more with him as he gets older."

"It could be that," Tyler said, "but, like, getting to stay with you, these past couple of days has been awesome, even though it sucked that he was sick, I got to like learn more about how to take care of him, and spend time with him, more time. And I want more of that."

"You can have more of that," you smiled.

Tyler smiled back at you. "Are you okay, though, with that?"

"Yeah," you whispered against his face, "Yeah, just as long as you think that you could, for him."

"I do," Tyler said, "I want to make sure he has the best dad. Whether that's me or.... . I don't want to take anything away from him."

You blinked, examining the emotion in his eyes, the reflection and the specks of colour.

He'd give it all up, if he had to, if you'd fallen in love with someone else.

"Hey," Tyler said softly, sweeping at your cheek. "What's with the tears?"

"It just means a lot to me that you love him so much and wants what's best for him."

"Of course, I do," Tyler said, "And for you. That's another thing, you and I. Like, if you were dating some guy, it's not....it doesn't seem right for me to just come in here and start making parenting decisions and stuff. I think it's important that our relationship is strong first."

"Yeah," you said, "yeah, me too."

You weren't sure when, but now you were aware of your fingers, joined together.

"So you'll still be his Uncle Ty-ty, and we'll be.."

"In love," Tyler finished, pressing a kiss to your lips, "I feel already like more than that though, like we're building our family...or..are you crying again?"

"He's made me more emotional," you said.

"Yeah," Tyler said, leaning up on his arm now "Me too. I think I've cried more in the two months since he's been born than I have in the last five years. Easy."

You laughed together, your thumb rubbing circles against his. "I feel the same way though," you said. "I can't really even imagine another guy in his life."

Tyler's thumb was rubbing against yours now. "What about in your life?"

"Just you," you said, and he smiled, you moving to kiss him, but he pulled back slightly.

"Are you 100% sure?"

"I am," you smiled, pressing your lips to his.

"Me too," Tylers said, toying with yyour hhand, "But there's something I have to do before we make things official."

"Oh?" You asked, as Tyler pushed himself up, towards the centre of the bed.

"I know it's alright with you guys," Tyler said, petting Cash on the head, and then leaning in front of where Bentley was propped up on the pillow, smiling big in his line of sight. "Hey. I have a question for you," Tyler said, his hand smoothing over Bentley's arms, "do you think it would be okay with you, if I date your Mommy? I promise that I'll treat her real good, and you should know that I love her lots."

Bentley just kind of checked Tyler out, his eyes focused on Tyler.

"What do you think?" Tyler asked, his voice even higher than it was before, and now Bentley smiled. "Does that mean yes? I think that means yes."

You were a little surprised when Tyler picked Bentley up, laying back down with him, his baby resting on his belly. "Guess what?" He said to you, and Bentley moved his head to find you. "He said it's okay."

"I heard," you smiled, listen up, kissing Tyler's cheek and then Bentley's. "Your cheeks are so chubby, I think you're growing."

"I thought I stopped a few years ago, but," Tyler said, laughing as you rolled your eyes, fixing Bentley's sleeper.

"I think he's gonna be tall, like you," you said, "You're outgrowing all of your clothes, aren't you?"

"Is he tall for babies his age?"

"I don't know if he is now," you said, "they tell you what percentile they're in at their check-ups, but I had to reschedule his 2 month appointment appointment because he has to get s-h-o-t-eses and they don't want to do that because he's sick."

"So sex is fine but shots isn't?" Tyler laughed.

"Because shots is a bad word," you said, and Tyler continued to laugh.

"Can I come with you guys?"

"Yeah, you already said you would, because," you said, making the motion of a needle with your hand.

"I meant in general, to see how he's doing and stuff, not just to protect you from sharp objects," Tyler teased, but you nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, you can come to any of his doctor appointments you want."

"'K," Tyler said, looking back at Bentley now as he pushed against Tyler's chest, lifting his head up to look at him. "Hey, what's up?"

"His neck muscles are so strong," you said, and then you moved back so you didn't get a tail in the face as the dogs came to see what Bentley was doing.

"You guys have too much energy," Tyler said, turning his face towards you, "Hey, do you want me to make you coffee and breakfast, or do you want to w-a-l-k with him and take these guys to the dog p-a-r-k and get some coffee out?"

"We can go out," you said, "but don't you have to go to the gym?"

"Trying to get rid of me already?"

"Of course not," you said, and Tyler smiled.

"I can go later," Tyler said, "I just know you wanted to get some fresh air again, with him. And it's nice out right now."

"And he's happy," you said.

"And he's happy," Tyler agreed. "Want me to get him changed while you get ready?"

"Sure," you said, and Tyler grinned, standing up with Bentley.

"What outfit would you like to wear to the park?" Tyler asked, turning back and forth with Bentley in his arms until the dogs clamored off the bed at the word 'park'. "Goddamnit," Tyler mumbled, as they started running around the house excitedly. "Calm down, guys." You made sure Cash had his breakfast before you got dressed yourself, throwing your hair up in a bun like you always did, before you heard singing coming from Bentley's room.

Tyler had Bentley changed and was holding him up now, one hand moving his arms as he sang, "I love you, you love me," Tyler caught your eye and laughed a little, "we're a happy family. With a great big hug," Tyler squeezed Bentley, "and a kiss from me to you," he held Bentley out in front of him and started chasing around the dogs. "Give him loves."

And then he held Bentley up in front of you, moving him back and forth. "Won't you say you love me, too?"

"Are you singing the song from Barney?" You laughed.

"Yeah," Tyler said, "he said 'won't you say you love me, too?"

"I do love you," you said, kissing Bentley's cheek and then running your hand over it.

"What about me?" Tyler asked, smiling so his cheeks were big and rosy.

"I love you, too," you said, trying to kiss his cheek, but then his lips caught yours, and then your hand was coming to cup his cheek and then settling on his bare shoulder and it was only the sensation of your baby's legs kicking against you and the feeling of the dogs circling you that broke you apart. "Okay, okay," you said. "Where are your guy's leashes? Go find them."

Tyler laughed, and then he handed Bentley over to you and went back into your bedroom, while you got Bentley's things ready, all of you meeting by the front door, where the dogs were already waiting, panting excitedly like they'd already had their walk, not like they hadn't even left yet.

"Are you putting tennis balls in his diaper bag?" Tyler laughed.

"They're for the dogs," you said, "I don't want to take the stroller, I want him close to one of us, because I still don't want him around germs and stuff while he's still feeling better."

"Oh yeah," Tyler said, and you smiled at him, the baby wrap in one hand.

"Do you want to wear him?" you asked.

"Uh, yeah," Tyler said, and you set Bentley down in his stroller for a moment, putting the wrap around Tyler's neck, and then starting to tie and loop it around his body. "I didn't know you were into bondage," he said, and you gave him a look. "I mean, if you wanted to tie me up, you could have just asked."

"Stop it," you whispered harshly, your lips giving you away and curving up in a hint of a smile, and Tyler laughed. "Oh," you said, lifting up Bentley now that he was fussing, "I know, you just want to be held, huh? Uncle Ty-ty's gonna hold you."

You helped Tyler hold Bentley to his chest, putting Bentley's legs where he needed to be, and then pulling the wrap up, Bentley's body all curled up against him now. "How does it feel?"

"Good," Tyler said, his hand under Bentley's bum, moving back and forth. "It doesn't feel like he's going to fall out or anything."

"He won't" you said, tilting your head at Bentley, who had his head resting against Tyler's chest, his eyes still open. "You can pull this part up if he falls asleep, or his head feels like it's wobbling around."

"Oh, you want your arm out," Tyler said, still watching Bentley as he put his sunglasses on, pulling his phone out to take a picture. "I feel like my phone is filled with pictures of him."

"Yeah, mine too," you said, putting leashes onto all of the dogs. “I don’t know what to do with all of them.”

“You want a Instagram account, Bentley?” Tyler asked him, “I bet you’d get so many babes liking your pictures, you’d like that, huh? But I don’t think your Mommy would be too happy if you got a girlfriend, she’d say you’re too young.”

“He’s always gonna be too young,” you said, pulling your hair tight once more, “Besides, what if he’s gay?”

“Umm...girls are still gonna love him,” Tyler said, “Have you seen him?”

“I have seen him,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss Bentley.

"I feel like I'm pregnant," Tyler said, pattng the baby extended in front of him.

"It's not quite like that," you said.

"What? It's not this easy?" Tyler teased. "How do we look, though?"

"So cute," you said, kissing him once more and then throwing the bag on your back, Tyler holding open the door as you lead the dogs out.

"Oh, are you so excited?" Tyler asked. "Mommy's probably excited for coffee."

"Mommy is very excited for coffee," you said, walking the short distance to the Starbucks near your house, noticing that Tyler had one hand on the baby at all times, like he was going to fall out if he didn't, but Bentley looked completely content, but your free hands fell together, and you looking at him and smiled. Once you got to Starbucks, you left Tyler outside with the dogs, asking him what he wanted before you went in.

You immediately spotted your friend Brooke behind the counter, waving at you as you came in. "No Bentley today?" she asked.

"He's outside with Tyler and the dogs," you said, trying hard to keep the smile off your face when you said Tyler's name, only because you weren't sure if he was ready to tell people you were a thing. Then again, he was probably already attracting a enough attention, with the baby strapped to his chest. But he clearly didn't mind, you thought, looking out the window, where he looked relaxed at the bench you'd left him at. "He's had an ear infection, so I'm just kind of trying to keep him away from a bunch of people. I can get Tyler to bring him in so you can say hi though."

"Oh poor baby. I'll come out and bring your stuff," she said, shooing you away after you'd ordered a couple of iced coffee drinks and your breakfast, "I'm gonna go on break soon anyways, you just got here in time to see me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling almost knowingly, and then you couldn't even argue with her over the sound of the espresso machine.

"There she is," Tyler said, smiling over Bentley's head.

"Brooke's gonna bring our stuff out for us."

"Awesome," Tyler said, smiling, his fingers intertwining with yours, setting them on the table in front of you, his thumb moving back and forth, sending a pleasant heat through your palm.

It hadn't been but a few moments before the door opened and Brooke walked out with the two coffees and a small bag with the food. She glanced between Tyler and I, her eyes looking down at the table for a brief moment before a smirk grew on her face.

"I knew it!" She said, setting the coffees and food down on the table, before taking a seat across from us. "I'm so happy for you two," She smiled.

"Took me long enough, eh?" Tyler asked.

"It kind of did," Brooke smiled. "It was about time."

Tyler laughed. "It was a little my fault, too " you said.

"It happened when it was supposed to happen," Tyler said, kissing you on the cheek. "Finally, though."

"And, hey, Benny, how are you?" Brooke asked, moving her head in Bentley's eyesight.

"Awe, give her a smile," Tyler said.

You didn't stay for much longer, just until Brooke went back to work and while you ate your oatmeal and Tyler his breakfast sandwich, and then you walked over to the park with your coffees and the dogs.

And you got to hold his hand again.

"You guys want to play?" you asked the dogs, who were straining at their leashes, unclipping them, and then setting your backpack down on the picnic table, digging through it for the tennis balls you had brought, tossing them on the ground.

"Get 'em," Tyler said, and you watched as Gerry chased his right across the ground, swatting at it with his paw, right until it flew into a prickle bush, and then he backed up, looking at both of you like he was expecting you to crawl and go get it for him. "I guess you're not gonna see your ball again," Tyler laughed, looking at you.

"Oh, they're just old tennis balls, my neighbour plays and he gives them to me for the dogs when he's done," you said, "I think he thinks they're my dogs."

"Well, they are your dogs," Tyler said, leaning his head against you momentarily, and then laughing, because Cash was practically glued to his side, looking up at the baby. "I actually think they're really Bentley's dogs."

"It's gonna be awesome," you said, "That he gets to grow up with dogs."

"Yeah, good thing he's not allergic," Tyler grinned at you, and then started laughing.

"I had a lot of hormones!" you defended yourself, laughing, and then you bent down, rubbing Bentley's head. "You can be anything you want, but you just have to love dogs."

"He's trying to look around," Tyler said, "are you tired of staring at my shirt?"

"You can take him out," you said, "he's too little to face out."

"He can face out?" Tyler asked, pulling Bentley out.

"Yeah, he just needs to grow a bit more, otherwise it can mess up his hips."

"Awe, you'll like that," Tyler said, one arm going underneath to support Bentley's legs so he was looking out, and then sitting down beside you at the picnic table, feeling rather happy it wasn't busy at the park, considering it was a Monday morning.

"And you used to be scared to walk while you were holding him," you smiled, tilting your head. "Now look at you."

"I'm a fast learner," Tyler said, "Plus I realized babies are a lot more durable than they look."

But all you could think was that he just looked natural.

"Are you eating more chocolate?" Tyler laughed, as you opened up the bag, breaking off a piece of your chocolate chunk muffin and eating it happily.

"I love chocolate," you said, "And I'm so hungry, I'm eating for him, too."

"Yeah, but you did not eat this much when you were pregnant," Tyler laughed.

"Well, he's bigger," you said, and Tyler started giggling, "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not, you're so cute," Tyler said, reaching his thumb out to brush your lip. "Especially when you've got chocolate on your lips."

He held his mouth open though, leaning towards you.

"What do you want?" you laughed.

"A bite, you'd said you'd share," he pouted.

"Yeah, help yourself," you said, sliding it towards him.

"No, feed me," he said, "I'm holding the baby."

"You just touched me!"

"Please," Tyler said, and you sighed and then laughed, breaking off a piece of the muffin and then holding it towards his lips, letting him take it from you, and then he reached up, grabbing your hand and then pulling your finger back between his lips, flicking his tongue around it. "There was chocolate, I was helping," he explained.

"Oh, where you?"

"Mhmm.." he smiled, "I'm so helpful."

And then Tyler sucked your finger into his mouth again, his brown eyes connecting with yours as he got the remaining melted chocolate.

But then he just took your hand, holding it in his lap and lifting it to his mouth every now and again, kissing your knuckles as he looked at you, and you could feel that he was smiling from how his lips felt on your skin, and the look in his eyes. And you realized that even though you knew Tyler so well, you didn't really know what being in a relationship with Tyler was like.

But you couldn't wait to find out.

"Gerry!" Tyler yelled suddenly. "Get off!"

You looked up to see Gerry licked a young girl on the face, and then jumped up to look in the stroller her mother was pushing, and then back onto the little girl who was laughing, seemingly not bothered by it at all.

"Gerry, c'mhere!" You yelled, running over, "I'm sorry, he's friendly."

"It's alright," her mom said, when you got there, even though Gerry was sitting down and being petted now, "she loves dogs."

"Are these all your dogs?" The little girl asked in wonder.

"Yep," Tyler said, from behind you, and you turned to see that he had walked over with Bentley. "Sorry about that, he takes after his mother, she jumps up on people and kisses them all the time."

"Is that your baby?" She asked now, standing up on her tiptoes, clearly not understanding Tyler's joke. "He's cute."

"Thank you," Tyler said, "you're pretty cute, too."

And, apparently, he could make a three year old blush, too.

"I have a baby brother," she said now, spinning on her toe, "do you want to see him?"

"Sure," Tyler said, and she stood up on the side of the stroller, looking in at the baby, who had toys in his hands.

"He likes your baby," the little girl said.

"Say 'hi', Bentley," Tyler said, waving Bentley's arms.

"Okay, say bye-bye, sweetheart," the girl's mother said, "we've got to get going to preschool."

"Bye-bye," she said, and then started running ahead.

"Bye," you said.

"Um..she was adorable," Tyler said, and you smiled, because you could hear her still talking as she walked away.

"She was," you agreed. "I'm pretty sure she thought you were adorable, too."

"Oh, are you jealous?" Tyler asked.

"No, I'm not jealous," you laughed.

"Good, you shouldn't be," Tyler said, leaning into you, and kissing softly, once and then twice. "I'm taken."

You smiled, and then looked at the little girl walking away still, who was singing now, and you smiled again.

"Please don't get into a cat fight with a little girl," Tyler said.

"I am not going to," you shook your head.

"I see you sizing her up," Tyler grinned, "Or is it her mother you're looking at?"

"Stop it," you said, playfully hitting him in the arm, and then Gerry started jumping up all over you, and you laughed, bending down to pet him. "Where's your ball, huh? You want to play?"

You started moving back and forth and then Gerry got really excited and started zooming around the park, with Marshall following after him.

"Run, Cash, run," Tyler said, but Cash just walked along with you, his tail going. "You're supposed to work out."

"He's exercising his tail," you said, and Tyler laughed again. "Look how happy he is."

"Chubby and happy," Tyler said, looking down at Bentley in his arms, "You're getting chubby and happy, too. Look at those cheeks."

Bentley started fussing then, and you tried not to laugh as Tyler passed him over to you, and you rocked him back and forth. "I'm sorry," Tyler said, crouching down in front of him, "You just wanted Mama, huh? You could see her, but you still missed her, yeah, I get it."

You walked around, watching as Tyler played with the dogs, and looking down at Bentley.

"Look, he's following them with his eyes."

"Yeah, he is," Tyler smiled, and then laughed, "He doesn't know which one to keep his eyes on though, his eyes are going all over the place."

"I think he can see better now," you said, bouncing him a little, "Like, I feel like he can see me further across the room."

"Yeah, he's always looking for you," Tyler said, "Like, where's my mom? And then he finds you and his whole face lights up."

"He does?"

"Oh yeah, he totally knows you're his mom," Tyler said. "Either that , or he's like, hey, those are my boobs over there."

"Oh thanks," you said sarcastically, and Tyler laughed.

"Nah, he usually looks at your eyes," Tyler said, "Besides, you're so much more than boobs."

"Thanks, babe," you said dryly, and Tyler laughed again, leaning over to wrap his arm around you, pulling you so he could kiss you on the cheek.

"I love it when you call me babe," Tyler said.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm," he said, kissing you on the lips now. "It's better than when you call me dickhead."

"I have never called you--" you started and then Tyler started laughing. "Tyler!"

Once Bentley got fussy, he went back in his carrier with Tyler and his pacifier, falling asleep as you finished up at the park, and then walked back home.

"Oh, now you're awake," Tyler said, once you'd gotten back home, and the dogs were all laying down on the carpet. "Did you just fall asleep so I could carry you home?"

"He's probably getting hungry," you said, holding your arms out for him. Only he didn't seem to want to sleep, or eat.

"What is up?" you asked, laying him down on the floor under his play gym, and tickling his belly. "You don't want to nap?"

"He doesn't want to nap?" Tyler asked, coming out of the bedroom after he'd gotten changed. "Why are you doing that?"

"I don't know," you answered, "but he's happy, so I don't care, "Are you doing tummy time?"

"He's trying," you laughed, because Bentley was making a lot of noises as he tried to lift himself up. "He hasn't done it for a few days, he's trying to figure out how to do it again."

"He's just getting warmed up," Tyler said, and you laughed because both Marshall and Cash were crawling closer to him, their noses moving towards his face, like they could help him. "He's got it."

"There you go," you said. "Good job, baby."

"Gerry's like 'look at me, I can lift my head up, too'."

You laughed, "Good job, Gerry," and then he rolled over so you could rub his belly.

Tyler laughed, and then went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, while you watched Bentley.

"What are you doing?" you asked the baby, and then you said, "Tyler, come here!"

"What?" he asked.

"He's trying to roll over," you said, placing him back on his belly. "He got his whole upper body turned around, just not his legs."

"You got a new trick?" Tyler asked.

"Bentley," you said, laying on the other side of him, beside Cash, "I'm over here, c'mon."

He was struggling, though his arm getting stuck under him, and you realized his fist was tight in Cash's fur. "Oh, let go," you said.

"Cash, you gotta move bud," Tyler laughed, "He'd totally just let him pull out all of his hair."

"I know," you grimaced, finally uncurling Bentley's hand and then petting Cash. "He tried to grab onto stuff but then I don't think he knows how to let go."

"That's a good boy," Tyler said, patting Cash, "You can say something to us if he's hurting you by accident though, so we can help you."

Cash still seemed more preoccupied with Bentley though.

"C'mon, you can do it," Tyler said to Bentley, who was laying on his side now, wiggling until gravity took over, and he flipped onto his back, looking up at you with a bit of surprise on his face.

"Awe, good job," you said, rubbing his belly, and then the dogs came in to kiss him.

"Is he supposed to be doing this so soon?" Tyler asked, and you shrugged.

"I have no idea, but his neck muscles have always been really strong."

"Yeah, they are," Tyler smiled, leaning down to kiss you, "I gotta go."

"Can you help me with his antibiotics really quick before you go?"

"Yeah, sure," Tyler said, going into the kitchen and grabbing them, while you picked up Bentley and held him while Tyler gave him the right dose. "There you go," Tyler said when he was done, rubbing Bentley's head, and then he kissed you once more. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay," you smiled.

"Bye, Bentley, have fun with your baby workout," Tyler said.

"Bye, have fun with your adult workout," you said as if Bentley was speaking, watching his eyes following Tyler.

"Well, I wasn't really planning to do an adult workout," Tyler smirked, and you rolled your eyes.

"You know what I mean," you said.

"No, I don't, what did you mean?"

"Tyler," you said sternly, and he laughed, bending over to kiss you on the forehead. "You're supposed to be leaving."

"How come you're always trying to get rid of me?"

"Because the sooner you leave, the sooner you get to come back."

Tyler smiled, kissing you on the lips once more before he left.

You, meanwhile, played with Bentley a little longer, and then you fed him and put him down for a nap, while you changed your bed sheets and were contemplating if you had enough time to take a quick shower when all hell broke loose.

It was probably an hour later, when you thought that Tyler would be close to coming home, that you kept one hand splayed over Bentley's belly as he laid in his swing as you called Tyler.

"Hey babe," Tyler answered, "what's up with him?"

"You can hear him?"

"Yes."

"He's just... having some issues," you said. "He'll be okay."

"Do you need me to come home?"

"No, we're okay," you said, "I was calling to ask if you could pick up something for dinner on your way and bring it back? Please?"

"Yeah, I can pick up dinner," Tyler said. "I can also make us something too, though."

"I kind of just want you to come and hang on the couch with me when you get home, not be in the kitchen."

"Okay," Tyler said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "What do you want?"

"You can decide," you said, rocking Bentley in his swing, "you know what I like."

"Yeah, I do," Tyler said, "you need anything else?"

"Nope, just you."

"I'll be home soon," Tyler said.

"Okay, bye."

"I love you," Tyler said, and you stopped where you were, smiling, and running your hand through your hair.

"I love you."

Thankfully, by the time that Tyler got back, Bentley was curled up against you in his diaper, a blanket draped over you both, and the dogs surrounding you, and the pre-game on the T.V., mostly because you needed background noise. You could tell, by the way that he opened the door, and the sound of his feet that he was trying to be quiet in case the baby was sleeping, and he slowly padded into the living room, smiling when he saw you. What you weren't expecting was for him to pull his phone out in front of his face, grinning as he walked around.

"Tyler," you said, pulling the blanket tighter around you, "my boobs are out."

Or at least one was, you thought, not really sure when you'd transitioned from feeding him to him falling asleep on you.

"I can't see anything," Tyler grinned.

"Well, I don't really want--" you said, moving your head, and feeling your bun slip a little, realizing the elastic wasn't secure anymore.

"Oh, I'm not showing this one to anyone," Tyler said, "I am going to have it framed, though, and I'm gonna hang it in my bedroom right next to that picture of you eating grilled cheese in the bath."

"Oh, that's flattering."

"It is," Tyler said, kissing you on the cheek, "I don't think you know how cute you are."

You didn't know what to say, because he just kept saying stuff, like he was still trying to send out signals that he was into you, and trying to make you laugh or smile, or just notice him. Except before, when there was this tension and unrest within you, now you could just smile and appreciate it, knowing that you could just relax into those feelings now, and that you could just smile at him, without having to say or explain anything at all.

"Oh, hi sweetheart," Tyler said, softly now, and you realized the Bentley was blinking his eyes open, Tyler running his hand over Bentley's head, and then fixing the blanket around him. "Oh, you're actually not wearing a shirt. Why are you not wearing a shirt?"

"Because I was trying to feed him, and he was upset, and sometimes doing skin-to-skin with him calms him down," you said.

"Is that why he's naked, too?"

"Yes," you laughed, and Tyler tilted his head, looking at you, and then eyeing the strap that was hanging down from your shoulder.

"Do you want that done up?"

"Yes, please," you said, and then Tyler pulled his tongue between his lips as he attached your nursing bra back together.

"I leave for a few hours, and when I get back, there's titties out, and people are naked," Tyler said.

"It was a party," you said, and Tyler laughed.

"I'm just glad he's happy now," Tyler said, "Was it his ear?"

"I don't think so, that was more just his annoyed cry, not like he was in pain," you said, "He could just be a bit out of sorts, though, he's had a rough couple of days. And I think he was just really tired, and then he just wanted to eat, but then he didn't want to eat. I don't know, he's just resting now," you said, kissing Bentley on the head.

"Yeah, when you're tired you should sleep, not cry," Tyler said, kissing Bentley's forehead.

You smiled down at him, and then he started mouthing towards you, letting you know that he was hungry. "Oh, so now you want to eat," you said, lifting him up, 'When I tried before, you didn't want anything to do with it."

"You're supposed to eat boobs, they're good for you," Tyler said, and then he groaned when Gerry jumped up on him on the couch, falling backyards into the pillow.

"Did you miss me?" Tyler asked. "You need attention? It is pretty hard being the big brother, huh? You're not used to it."

You smiled, continuing to feed Bentley until your phone rang. "Could you see who that is, please?"

"Well, it's not me because I'm here, so I don't know who else you could possibly want to talk to," Tyler said, grinning at you, "It's Danielle."

You held your hand out for the phone but swiped his fingers across the phone instead. "Hi, Dani," Tyler said. "Y/N's got a baby on her boob, she can't talk right now, sorry."

"Tyler!"

Tyler laughed, and then he said, "No, good. How are you?" he asked, listening to her response, while he mouthed towards you, pointing back and forth between the two of you, "Does she know about us?"

You shook your head, and then the next thing you knew, Tyler had her connected on Facetime and was sitting down next to you, leaning his head against your shoulder.

"Hi," you said, "how's it going?"

"I'm good," she smiled, "how are you doing? And how's Bentley doing?"

"Better," you said, "he's getting there."

"Well, how--" Danielle started, and then you could feel Tyler's cheek against yours. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Just happy," Tyler said, moving to kiss your cheek and then moving his head back to where it was before, and then you could see the confused expression on your best friend's face. "Aren't you happy, Danielle?"

"Well, yeah, but," she said, her eyes moving back and forth between the two of you like she was still trying to figure it out, and you were trying to keep your smile under control for just a minute longer, but you were certain you were failing. "Do you guys know something I don't? Like, am I missing a joke?"

"No joke," Tyler said.

"Then why are you both smiling like that?"

"Smiling like what?"

"Like..." she said.

"Like we're in love or something?" Tyler asked, turning his head towards you, and he kissed you softly, once and then twice, his hand coming up to cup your jaw. "Maybe because we are."

You both turned back to the phone, smiling, and you saw Danielle's hand very slowly come up to cover her mouth, and then pulled it away, her lips curving up in smile, like she was trying not to get too excited.

"No," she said in shock, looking at you.

"Yeah," you said.

"Oh my god," she said slowly, "See, I told you you he liked you!"

"Awe, you like me?" Tyler asked, turning to you in mock wonder.

"You know I like you," you said.

"I know," Tyler said, kissing you a couple times more. "But I'm never going to get tired of hearing it."

"You guys are so cute."

"I know we are," Tyler said, kissing you on the temple, and you pulled Bentley up now that he was done eating, laying him across the blanket still draped across your chest, rubbing his back. "He wants you to tell him he's cute, too."

"Hi cute boy," she said, "I'm glad to hear you're feeling better."

"Awe, are you gonna go back to sleep?" You asked, looking down at his eyes, which he looked like he was having a hard time keeping awake.

"He's tired," Tyler explained, "he had to take his dogs for a walk, then he had to come home and do his exercising, and then he had to cry before he'd cuddle with Mama."

"It sounds like he's had a busy day."

"He has," you laughed, "he's been the happiest and most awake since he's got sick, but now I think he's pretty tired."

"Yeah, well, I'll let you get some rest, I just wanted to check in, make sure you guys were doing okay."

"I'm here," Tyler smiled, his arm wrapping around you.

"I know you are," she smiled.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," you said.

"Yeah, whenever you've got time," she said.

"By the way, even though we're dating now, I'm still her best friend," Tyler said quickly, hanging up before Danielle even had a chance to respond.

"Tyler," you laughed.

"What?" He asked, leaning over to pull the blanket up around Bentley a little more, his hand settled on his back for a moment, and then when redoing your bra strap. "Do your boobs hurt?"

"Do my boobs hurt?" You repeated.

"Yeah, like from feeding him."

"No?" You questioned, "I mean they did in the beginning, but not now."

"Good," Tyler said.

"What's that look for?"

"Then he can have the right side, and I can have the left," Tyler said, and you laughed when he curled up beside you, resting his head on your chest. "You're laughing like I'm joking, but I'm not. We agreed to share like this, and it's better if he has thr right side, because it's easier for you to hold him. This is really comfortable, your boobs got even bigger, that's why i thought they might hurt."

"Well, i fed him on the other side, so that one's full of milk."

"Yeah,you fed him on his side."

"I'm gonna have to feed him on the other side, you know, otherwise I'm gonna be lopsided."

Tyler laughed against you. "Him and I have already talked about that though."

"Oh, did you?"

"Mhmm.." Tyler smiled, pulling up to kiss you on the lips. "We'll trade, temporarily, if we need to. You don't have worry about it at all."

"Well, I'm so glad you figured out what I'm gonna do with my body," you laughed.

"Did you ask him before you took his clothes off?"

"No, I did not," you laughed.

"Well, you can take my clothes off whenever you want without asking, too," he said, holding his hands above his head like he was expecting you to undress him right now, kissing you playfully all over the temple. "Skin-to-skin, it's so calming."

You laughed again, your hand still rubbing up and down Bentley's back.

"I asked if your boobs hurt, you could have said 'no'," Tyler said, sitting up, "I thought you wanted to cuddle."

"I do," you said, kissing Tyler once more, and he laid back down against you, your hand coming up to wrap around his head, threading through his hair, him occasionally kissing Bentley or you, petting the dogs as you relaxed and watched the hockey game.

You didn't want anything more.

#wont go slowly #Tyler Seguin #tyler seguin imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey imagines #hockey imagine

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syzygy [ II ]

↳ soulmate au | inspired by this johnten au

pairing: oh sehun & you

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 3.018 words

summary: syzygy (n.): 2. a pair of connected or corresponding things

syzygy masterlist

“i’m so glad you came into my life.”

“you mean that? like really?”

“of course i do, you’re the best thing the universe had written for me.”

You weren’t really dealing with your feelings in the best way possible if you’re being honest. He has a girlfriend for Christ’s sake and here you were, pining after him like an idiot. Jongin, bless his soul, quickly became your best friend and also your emotional support throughout this entire predicament. Though sometimes it felt more like he was teasing you instead of actually helping.

Maybe the universe was punishing you for some reason? Whatever that was happening, you wanted it to end immediately. But of course, you don’t always get what you want, as you so quickly learn.

So, imagine your surprise when you walked into one of your classes to see him. Of course, your first plan of action was to find the furthest seat away from him, but, unfortunately for you, he had noticed you and beckoned you over to take a seat next to him. Reluctantly, you walked over and plastered on a smile for him when you sat down.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

He chuckled before replying, “Yeah, almost like the universe wants us to be together or something.”

If you were drinking anything while he said that, you were sure you would’ve spat it out. Does he know that he was being like this? Sending you weird mixed signals and being aware that his words held a double meaning for you? Honestly, it was getting a bit tiring trying to be normal around him when everything that he did made you want to jump him.

Thankfully, he wasn’t a distraction in class as you had feared him to be. The two of you hung out after class, walking around town and you managed to take some good shots of the skyscrapers in the city centre. And maybe you sneaked in a few candid shots of him walking around, unaware of you pointing your lens at him.

“You’re a photography major right?”

“No, I just like lugging this camera around and struggling to find inspiration for my assignments and constantly ramble on about angles and composition and symmetry all the time,” you replied sarcastically. For some reason, your reply made him laugh, a bit too hard until people were giving the both of you dirty looks, but you didn’t care. You made him laugh. You felt a bit too proud at that.

After his fit of laughter died down, he stared at you. He did that a lot, you noticed. You shifted uncomfortably underneath his gaze, it almost felt like he could see into your soul, read all of your thoughts and you didn’t like that one bit. Being so vulnerable at the hands of someone else.

“Your stare is kinda intense, you know that?” You told him.

He laughed again.

“So I’ve been told. Maybe it’s a drama major thing, you know, just dramatic like that.”

“Whatever you say.”

You came back home after hanging out with Sehun and you were happy. Exhausted, but happy. You checked your phone for notifications to find 5 text messages from Jongin:

hi ok sure ignore me thats fine actually its not pls respond u better be getting dicked down or something for u to not reply wait no u cant be he has a gf oop Read 20:22

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to him to give you an unneeded reminder of the sad reality you lived in.

» wow i completely forgot that he has a girlfriend thank u for the reminder Read 20:24

omg she’s alive!!! how did it go sis Read 20:24

» ok i guess just 2 friends hanging out Read 20:25

lAME Read 20:25

Chuckling at his response, you tossed your phone onto your sofa so you could shower, and hopefully wash away all the thoughts of Sehun left in your mind.

The next few days passed uneventfully. It was a much appreciated break from the hectic whirlwind that was your life for the past month. Jongin’s been an absolute sweetheart of course, hearing your incessant ranting and complaining about love and Sehun and how much you wanted to simultaneously smooch him but also run him over with a tractor.

“I have an idea,” Jongin started over lunch one day.

“Oh no.”

“Shut up,” he smiled. “You’re going to a party with me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“That wasn’t a question, it was a statement. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not.”

You were confused, and your facial expression definitely showed it because Jongin groaned.

“You’re going to find some nice hook-up and forget about him obviously!”

You snorted. “Oh yeah, brilliant.”

“Shut up.”

You were honestly doubting his plan, but you didn’t tell him that. And, maybe he was right. Maybe a distraction could help you forget about Sehun.

Except, it didn’t work.

One moment you were sucking some guy’s face and for some damn reason you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. You panicked, pushed the guy off of you and ran outside, looking for Jongin so you could rant to him and hopefully calm down.

You didn’t find him, but you did manage to calm down, nonetheless. It was beautiful outside. You relished the night breeze and admired the moon hanging in the night sky with a few stars dotted around. You lifted your phone camera to take a picture of the sky, something about those astronomical bodies calms you, strangely. Like a wave of sereneness washes over you when you admire them. You decided there was nothing left for you to do at the party, and Jongin’s plan for you to hook up with someone and forget about Sehun had failed, so you texted Jongin you were leaving early and left for home.

“Hey,” Sehun said as soon as you slipped into your seat next to him. “You left early yesterday?”

You swallowed. “Yeah, I just wasn’t feeling it y’know?”

“I see.”

He was quiet after that, and it unnerved you. Sure, he was usually quiet but something about his silence this time scared you. Still, the rest of the lecture flew by with no incident and when he got up to leave, your hand shot up to tug at his wrist. He looked at you and you immediately pulled away, as if touching him had burned you.

“Did I.. do something wrong?”

He shook his head and offered you a small smile. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it too much, okay?”

He left, and again, you were stunned. You groaned inwardly, why were boys like this? Your mental complaining was cut short when you received a text from Jongin.

lets have dinner!! Read 17:55

» sure when and where and who Read 17:55

my place!! as soon as u get here i have takeout just u n me babey Read 17:56

» hot i’ll be there in 20 Read 17:57

Jongin always knew how to cheer you up, even when he didn’t even know you needed it. Takeout and watching Netflix on his sofa together was the perfect remedy. And his dog too, you daresay you liked his dog more than him.

The moment you crossed the threshold from the front door of his apartment, Jongin engulfed you in a bear hug. You laughed and hugged him back. He was practically a ball of sunshine and you had no idea what you did to deserve this man.

Halfway through your Netflix marathon, you sneaked a photo of Jongin cutely pouting at his TV over some scene happening in whatever show you two were watching. You added it to your story and looked up from your phone to see Jongin stealing some of your noodles. You swatted his hand away and he shrieked.

“Rude!”

“Um, I think rude is you trying to steal my food mister.” Jongin stuck his tongue out at you while you resumed eating the rest of your food so there was none for him to steal.

A little while later, you were helping him throw the trash since it was the least you could do to help him out when he invited you over, Jongin called out to you.

“Did you tell Sehun you were with me or something?”

“What? No!”

“Huh. He’s asking me about you,” he replied. You furrowed your brows trying to think of how he could’ve known you were hanging out with Jongin.

“Oh! He must’ve seen my Instagram story.”

“I’m on your story and you didn’t tell me?!”

You shook your head as you dumped your trash into the rubbish bin. You wondered why Sehun would be asking him about you. He should just leave you alone, he has a girlfriend as Jongin loves to constantly remind you about. Again, you were confused. Everything about him was confusing. You wished he would just stop it, you wished he didn’t have a girlfriend so you were free to do whatever you wanted with him, you wished you would stop feeling this way.

Sehun sure had a thing for asking you weird questions out of the blue the moment you sit down next to him in class because this time he asked you:

“Do you like Jongin?”

If you could pronounce question marks in real life that would be your response to his question, but since you couldn’t you settled for giving him the most confused look you could muster.

“I mean, you were hanging out with him at his place last night so I thought..”

“You’re an idiot, he’s my best friend, we were just hanging out and watching Netflix. Nothing special.” Your reply came out curt and probably sounded a little cold. You hadn’t intended it to come out that harsh but, you supposed you were just tired of this boy and his antics, no matter how much you liked him.

“Oh.” He said and he was silent after that for a long while, until he asked, “Do you wanna have dinner? After class? With me? And we could walk around the city again and you can take nice photos of me, or the buildings whichever you prefer.”

What was with him and stunning you into silence? Because, you didn’t give him a reply for a few minutes before muttering out a “sure” and going back to paying attention to the lecture.

The dinner was nice, and the impromptu photoshoot you had with him was nicer. He was a nice model, and you certainly weren’t complaining about having this many photos of him stored in your camera now. Being around him inspired you, strangely, and you were stopping him every five minutes to take a picture of some random things from different angles and different perspectives. You didn’t notice him observing you, and you sure as hell didn’t notice the small smile that was on his face when he watched you do what you enjoyed the most. He wanted to see you like this, always. And so, he captured this moment on his phone: you, awkwardly standing on an overhead bridge trying to get a shot of the cars underneath you. You wouldn’t see it until much later when you got home and viewed his Instagram story.

» sehun wtf!!! when did u take that i look clapped Seen 22:00

no u don’t wtf u look perfect Seen 22:04

You decided that was enough social media for that night and went to sleep. Your dreams contained images of you and him in a world where you were together, where everything was perfect, and the two of you were perfectly in love.

And somehow, you had managed to fool yourself into thinking the two of you were in love. The two of you hung out on almost a daily basis even when you didn’t have class together and you fell into this routine with him. You were so used to being with him and only him.

And you realised this, so you did the one thing you knew how to do. Rant to Jongin.

» nini i think im fucked Read 14:25

what did u do this time Read 14:25

» KSDLJFSLDKFJSD i think im catching serious feelings for this very taken man! Read 14:26

yeah you’re fucked Read 14:27

» FUCK U Read 14:28

After a very long phone call with Jongin, you decided to just see where this crush goes. Risky, but it was practically the only thing you suppose you could do. And, it was fine for a while. You still hung out whenever he asked, and you took photos of him, and he would take sneaky Instagram stories of you that you would cry over and tell him that you looked ugly, but as always, he would insist you look fine.

Of course, you were still constantly reminded that he was very much, taken, because in addition to his posts of you, his girlfriend would be scattered in there too. The two of them out on dates, her posing cutely for the camera and you were sad. Maybe even bitter. She was so effortlessly cute, and you could tell she made Sehun happy and she loved him, and he loved her. Who were you to get in the way of their relationship? So, you didn’t do anything.

Everything continued to be normal, or about as normal as your life could be with this stupid romantic drama you had found yourself in. Truthfully speaking, the only person you could blame was yourself. You hated yourself for catching feelings for him. Literally you could fall for any guy out there, and your brain decided on Sehun, the guy with a goddamn girlfriend. Brilliant. Maybe the universe was punishing you.

And you were entirely convinced it was, after Sehun heard you complain to Jongin about him.

It was at some random person’s party and you and the usual crew were there. Surprisingly, Sehun didn’t bring his girlfriend but you decided not to think too much about it. What did occupy your mind, however, was that Sehun was being quite touchy. He’s a naturally affectionate guy and you didn’t really pay attention to it, since he’s like that with everyone. But, maybe it was because you let your feelings for him stay bottled up too long because that night, you just exploded to Jongin in some stranger’s kitchen with loud music being played over the speakers and with the amount of people in there, you thought nobody could hear you rant.

But, like many times before, you had been wrong, because Sehun was silently standing at the entrance of the kitchen, watching you talk your mouth off to Jongin.

“Jongin, I can’t stand it. He’s so.. Ugh! I know he’s just a naturally touchy person and I don’t mind that one bit! In fact, I should be the last person to complain about this but, I just can’t fucking stand it. It bothers me so much that he’s like this and it really doesn’t help that I like him, so this is even more of a mess for me but goddamn. I don’t blame him though, it’s not like he knows I like him like that.”

You huffed and stayed silent for a while.

“I just hate how he looks at me you know? He looks at me like he’s in love with me. Does he look at everyone like that? It really throws me off. Sometimes I wish he was actually in love with me.”

Jongin poured you a drink while you vented to him. “Sweetheart, maybe you should tell him.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you crazy? No fucking way, I’ll just wait for my feelings to fade or something. It’s been like two months; they’re bound to go away. He has a fucking girlfriend what’s not clicking in my stupid brain?”

You accepted the drink Jongin offered you and you let your eye sweep around the kitchen, when your eyes fell onto him. Staring at you. And you were definitely, one hundred percent positive, that he had heard every single word you said. You nearly dropped the cup you were holding, and you slammed it on the kitchen counter. Jongin jumped at your action, and he opened his mouth to say something, until he looked in the direction you were staring at.

The both of you, in perfect unison, muttered: “Oh fuck.”

You grabbed Jongin’s wrist and pushed past the other partygoers in the kitchen to book it out the backdoor, in the opposite direction Sehun was standing in. He watched the two of you disappear out of the house. He certainly had a lot to think about.

You were fucked. There’s no other way around it. The moment you reached your apartment with Jongin in tow, you fell onto your couch and groaned into the pillows. Jongin perched on the back of the sofa and stroked your hair, telling you everything will work out eventually.

“I think it’s about time you told him, sweetheart.”

You let out a long sigh, and begrudgingly, accepted the fact that you did have to face the music. You were scared, but the truth was out and he knew it in the worst way possible and there was no escaping this.

“You’re right. But I’ll do it tomorrow. I don’t have the right state of mind to do it right now,” you told him. He agreed, and he led you into your bedroom and tucked you into bed, but not before you forced him to stay over because it was late and you didn’t really want him to leave. So, he took the couch while you attempted to fall asleep with thoughts of finally telling Sehun you liked him swirling around in your mind. Somehow, you managed to fall asleep and you would say it was the best sleep you had in a long time.

Until you checked your phone.

The unintentional scream you let out had Jongin dashing into your room to see your holding your phone with your face painted in horror. Your lockscreen was on display with a notification telling you that you had two unread text messages from Sehun.

[2 unread messages from Sehun]:

hey can we talk? Sent 01:24

#i dont think this is my best work but........ nvm #huge shout out to the johnten au that inspired this whole fic #exo #exo scenarios #exo imagines #sehun #exo sehun #oh sehun #sehun scenarios #sehun x reader #sehun imagines #exo x reader #exo fanfic #exo fluff #exo angst #sehun fanfic #sehun fluff #sehun angst

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) Lesson 3.2 Pairing: Kacchako (side Todomomo, side Kirimina) Dance/College AU Rating: M Word Count: 5,034 Read on Ao3 Summary: When Bakugou damages university property, he’s forced to take dance lessons with the best dance student at the school, Uraraka. There’s no way he’ll actually enjoy learning to dance though… right?

Absolutely not…

Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing this!

In his lifetime, Bakugou had made a lot of dumb mistakes. He would never admit to said mistakes, but they happened from time to time. In a way, he supposed burning down the sports equipment shed was one of those mistakes.

But when he felt the pressure of Uraraka's lips on his own... he wondered how much of a mistake it truly was.

Of course, kissing her again was also a mistake... maybe. Probably.

Fucking distractions.

She just... looked so damn cute all angry and pissed off. And the tension. Fuck, he could've cut it with a damn knife.

Doing the tango was much better for them yes, but boy did it not help when it came to how much he wanted her. His fingers occasionally would brush over the upper curve of her ass. He could feel her breath tickle his lips, her brown eyes so close to his...

And she was an idiot if she thought he didn't notice how she moved in a little closer every time, or how her eyes flicked to his lips.

She wanted to kiss him too.

So when she was yelling, all pissed off and cute, Bakugou grabbed her face and kissed her. It couldn't be helped.

She was addicting, her lips were addicting, and she was such a damn distraction, but Bakugou was truly starting not to care.

"But I... I like... being distracted by you..."

He couldn't believe he actually said that shit to her. How fucking lame. He was stuck doing these lessons anyway. He wouldn't be able to move on until he won her fucking forgiveness, but now he was starting to wonder if he would ever be able to move on.

And then he thought maybe they needed to just... fuck and get it out of the way, since clearly he wanted to. From the way she acted when he kissed her, he had a feeling she wanted to too.

"I want it to be because I like you and care about you!"

But why the hell did she have to go and say that!?

It threw him completely off guard. Mostly due to words that lingered on his own tongue... ones he was unable to say.

"I like you too."

If he said that... it meant caving into his desires... it meant he would let her be a distraction. He would never return to his intense level of focus on rugby at this rate.

But he felt such a pull to her... even now walking back to his dorm room, he kept fantasizing about what would've happened if he walked her home. She said she wouldn't kiss him again until after the competition since she was still mad at him. But he wondered how true that was. She kissed him tonight, multiple times.

His feet stomped against the ground, the leaves crunching under his boots. The fall air was growing colder, crisper, and he wondered if the first snow would arrive soon. Snow meant rugby practice would be held inside, something he wasn't looking forward to. Hopefully the snow would stay away until colder months.

He glanced towards her dorm, wondering if she made it back yet. Their campus was small and safe, there was no need to walk her back... but he wanted to... if only to push her against that wall again and...

No.

There were too many other things to focus on now... besides school and rugby, he now had the competition. He decided, if he was going to do this whole dance thing, might as well do it to the fullest. Bakugou Katsuki didn't half ass anything, and especially if there was going to be a freaking competition involved.

He kicked his boots against the wall, knocking the dirt off before heading inside of the dorm. He swiped his card, opening the door to see Kirishima slouched over his desk, completely asleep. Bakugou scoffed, clicking his tongue. This was why the idiot always failed everything cause he couldn't stay awake while studying.

"Oi," he said, poking the back of Kirishima's head. "Sleep in your bed, dumbass."

"HUH!?" Kirishima jolted up, his eyes blinking as he turned to see Bakugou standing over him. "B-Bakugou?! Wait... what time is it?"

"Almost 10. What the hell you doing?"

"I was studying but... I got pretty damn bored. Science is not my thing."

Bakugou wondered if any class was really Kirishima's 'thing'.

"Right. Go to bed, idiot."

"Okay, okay," Kirishima sighed, stretching up as he pushed himself out from the chair and away from his desk. "How was practice?"

"...fine," he grunted, flopping down at his desk. He had a test tomorrow, one he only partially studied for, not that he really needed to... but the last time he didn't study he accidentally flopped a math test he should've easily passed. The last thing he wanted was Aizawa telling him to take study sessions with fuckin' Deku again.

"Fine?" Kirishima smirked, leaping onto his bed. He had a surprising amount of energy for someone who had just been abruptly woken up.

"Yeah. Fine," Bakugou huffed.

"I think that's the best review you've given your dance lessons so far!" he laughed, folding his hands under his head. "Did you kiss her again?"

Bakugou cleared his throat, looking to him awkwardly. "The fuck you talking about?!"

"Well normally you come in all pissed after dancing, but you seem really chill tonight. I just assumed that meant you guys kissed or something!" Kirishima laughed.

"...Shut the fuck up..." Bakugou said.

"So you did! Are you guys finally together? I'm happy you're getting over yourself," Kirishima sighed happily.

"We're not fucking together! Even if we did kiss once or twice or whatever... doesn't mean we're dating!"

"Okay, okay. I just hope eventually you'll walk in here and tell me you two are together and I'll finally feel at peace," Kirishima said.

"Get over it. It's not gonna happen!" he snapped, flopping down onto his own bed.

Even if he was starting to feel like maybe that was what he really wanted.

"I kissed him," Uraraka whined, folding her entire body over the table.

"What!? Uraraka-san! You said you weren't going to do anything like that!" Iida replied, gesturing wildly.

"I'm glad she finally took my advice!" Mina said, tapping her fork against the edge of the plate.

"What was your advice?" Deku asked, glancing at Uraraka.

"To just do whatever she wanted!" Mina laughed, shoving some of the eggs into her mouth.

"Ah! But your resolve Uraraka-san!" Iida cried out dramatically.

"I-I know..."

Their breakfast group was smaller than normal since Momo and Todoroki went to the dance studio earlier to work on a variety of things. The two usually disappeared when the end of the semester and competitions drew close, spending all their free time working on their dancing.

Uraraka silently wished she could get Bakugou to feel the same.

Still, she knew it wasn't fair to expect him to give up rugby. Even watching him the one time she had, she could tell he adored the sport. The fire which often glistened in his eyes when he was so determined was apparent to her that day. As much as she hated the idea of how violent the sport was, she kind of wanted to watch him again, if only to see him so passionate.

Well, she had seen him look that way a few times before. Bakugou didn't enjoy half-assing things... so often times she would catch glimpses of determination in his eyes, whether it be when they were dancing or... making out.

"Are you okay, Uraraka-san?" Deku asked, gently touching her shoulder.

She let out a squeak, being pulled from her thoughts.

"Yes!" she gasped. "I uh, well... I feel a little silly is all I guess."

"This is why you need to keep your resolve strong!" Iida nodded.

"I wish I was as good as you Iida-kun," Uraraka sighed, looking down at the food on her plate. She was a mix of anxious and hungry. The more she thought about kissing Bakugou the stupider she felt. She couldn't do that anymore, as much as she wanted to.

She felt a little foolish, but even with the whole competition thing... if he would just ask her out on a real date, she probably would've accepted his apology far sooner. She was so tired of him dancing around his feelings.

"Oh my gosh, don't look so sad. So you kissed a boy you like. Big deal!" Mina scoffed, waving her hand up and down. "You should do what I told you and enjoy it. Right now you probably could get him to do whatever you wanted."

Uraraka didn't know how she felt about that. She was already getting what she wanted by having him do the competition.

"But... I wanted him to think I wasn't going to do anything like that until after he actually did what I asked of him!" she whined, dropping her head to the table.

"Don't worry, Uraraka-san, Kacchan agreed to it! He won't back out now," Deku reassured her.

"Yeah, I didn't... think he would at this point," she muttered.

Admittedly, she was mostly worried they would both get far too distracted at this point. Whenever he kissed her she seemed to lose control of her mind, wanting to give herself completely to him. But really the most important thing to her was getting him confident enough for the competition.

Or, well, confident enough with dance. Bakugou Katsuki had plenty of confidence. But she wanted him to excel at this.

"No way! Plus, despite what he may say or do, he does like you."

"I know," Uraraka admitted. "Bakugou-kun doesn't do things he doesn't want to do."

"No," Deku laughed, "he really really doesn't. Still, Uraraka-san, I want Kacchan to treat you better. He's been... very rude to you."

"I know," she sighed. "That's another reason I feel stupid! I know he's not a bad guy, but I also know he's not a good one either... at least the way he acts."

"Mmm," Mina hummed. "Kiri-kun said Bakugou only really knows one emotion and it's anger."

"That's definitely true," Deku agreed. "He has... an overwhelming amount of emotions, but it always comes out as anger. It's like he doesn't fully understand how to process anything else."

"I'm sure a lot of his frustration is coming from liking you so damn much and not knowing what to do it with it, or how to handle it!" Mina giggled. "I can just see him all tortured in his room, staring at his hands like... 'what do I do with these emotions I feel for the most adorable girl I've ever encountered!'" Mina's Bakugou impression wasn't very close to him, but Uraraka couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh stop it! I doubt I'm the most adorable girl he's ever encountered." As she spoke her cheeks grew redder and redder.

"You are very cute, Uraraka-san!" Iida nodded, saying it as if it were a fact.

"Mmm..." Deku tapped his chin. "To be honest, I've never seen Kacchan act about anyone the way he acts about you. I think that's part of why he's having such a difficult time with it. It's something he's never really experienced."

"How cute! His first love!" Mina sighed dreamily.

"L-Love!? Please Mina it's nothing like that!" Uraraka said, waving her hand quickly.

"You never know," she said, her voice humming in a teasing sing-song tone.

"Love is a very complex emotion. I could see why Bakugou would find it difficult to comprehend," Iida said, tapping at his chin.

"You guys!" Uraraka flailed. "I really just think it's a simple crush!"

"You're right. How could someone fall in love that fast?" Iida chuckled.

"Yeah, Kacchan probably couldn't process it as love anyway!" Deku laughed with him.

Uraraka tried to calm her heart down, but it wouldn't stop fluttering in her chest. Love?! That was too intense of an emotion. It was something she never even considered.

When Bakugou agreed to the competition, Uraraka decided it would not be good for him to practice everyday. She didn't want him getting burned out or injured and between dance practice and rugby, she felt it would be too much.

Bakugou disagreed of course, but he supposed in the end he was thankful for it, since it gave him time to do what he was now about to do.

He shouldn't have been in the dance building on a Tuesday but he stood outside the door, about to swallow his pride so far down he was certain it no longer existed.

He swung the door open, and dropped his bag on the floor. "Oi," he growled, looking at the obnoxious boy standing towards the front of the room. "I'm on time, just like you said. I don't know why the hell you thought I would be late."

"I dunno. Seemed like something you would do," Todoroki sighed.

"I'm always on time to shit," he grumbled, yanking the shoes out of his bag. He plopped his ass to the ground, and began to tie them up.

"You're more straight-edge than I thought," Todoroki smirked.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" he snorted, stomping angrily to the middle of the room.

"You seem like a delinquent," Todoroki stated bluntly.

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched. "... I'm... on a fucking scholarship you asshat! Just because I don't dance around all prissy and shit like you doesn't mean I'm a delinquent!"

"It's not about your extracurricular activity choice, it's about how you act."

"Shut the fuck up, Half and Half! I didn't come here to argue with you."

He was about to regret these damn extra lessons. The day prior, when fuckass Todoroki kept calling his ass out, Bakugou called him into the hallway.

"Look," he'd said, "you always have shit to say and I fucking hate it."

"Ah-"

"But you seem to know what the fuck you're doing and I want this dance to be fucking perfect. I'm not messing around. So teach me how to lead better or whatever!"

"You want me to teach you?" Todoroki had looked confused, unsure if Bakugou was serious about wanting his help.

"Yeah, I want you to fucking teach me how to be a better lead... for... for her," he had muttered.

"You really like her." Fuck it was so embarrassing, but he was determined to be the best at this fucking competition. He wasn't going to let anyone get the best of him, even if that meant sucking up his pride to take advice from fucking Half and Half.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled, but then glanced towards the door. "I swear to fuck if you tell her or anyone else-"

"It's fine, Bakugou. Meet me here tomorrow around 9. I'll send Momo home. Don't be late."

So that was why he stood in the middle of the dance floor on a night when he technically wasn't supposed to be there.

He was getting extra lessons from Todoroki.

"Are you ready?" Todoroki asked, standing expectantly in the middle of the room. "I hope you realize what me 'tutoring' you entails."

Bakugou flared his nostrils, maybe he didn't want to do this anymore. Maybe he should fuck around and just deal with learning from Uraraka. She was a far better teacher anyway. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah it means you telling me what to do."

"And also dancing with you," Todoroki added.

"So? Just fucking teach me Half and Half."

Todoroki nodded. "Right. Okay. Get into position, as if you were about to start to dance with Uraraka-san."

Bakugou frowned, but did as he was told, hold one arm out curved and the other straight out.

"Sloppy," Todoroki stated.

"Oi-!"

"Stand up straighter. Everything should look tighter," he explained, and stood next to him taking the same position. "You look like this." He stood relaxed, and Bakugou didn't wish to say anything out loud, but Todoroki did look very lazy... compared to how he normally looked when he danced with his shitty girlfriend. "When I go to start with Momo, this is how I look." He stood up straighter, his legs looking longer. His back arched slightly, and it looked as if he were clenching his ass so damn hard.

"You try."

Bakugou let out a huff of air, trying to copy Todoroki's movements, however his spine leaned far back, and for a moment it didn't look like he as standing up tall but rather standing on his toes. He squeezed his butt muscles, trying to make everything look tighter as Todoroki instructed.

"No," Todoroki sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I don't get why you're squeezing your butt so hard."

"I-I'm not squeezing my damn ass! I'm copying you! This is what you were doing!" His red eyes glared at Todoroki hard.

"No," Todoroki repeated. "I'm going to fix you."

"What?"

"Just stay still."

"Oi! What are you-"

Ignoring him, Todoroki placed his hand on Bakguou's abs and lower back, adjusting his spine. "Keep your stomach tight, not your ass, and straighten out your legs. Keep your head lifted, and your gaze locked on hers." He explained, pushing his fingers against the back of Bakguou's head to put in the right place.

"Arms need to be tighter too. You're guiding her and while you want to give her the freedom to move because you're showing her off, you want to make her feel safe enough to do so."

Bakugou's arms trembled and his stomach clenched so hard he wondered if he would throw up. "Is this really the fucking position?" he choked out.

"You're supposed to breathe."

"Doesn't feel like I fucking am..."

"Breathe, Bakugou," Todoroki sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Right. Whatever. How long have you fucking been doing this shit?!" he glares, still holding his arms in his position.

Todoroki looked down, not wanting to meet Bakugou's questioning gaze. "Since I was a child. My father is a famous ballroom dancer. I've been learning since I was a young boy."

"Wow so really you're a cheater," Bakugou snorted, still holding his arms awkwardly.

Eyes narrowing, Todoroki pointed to the door. "If you came here to insult me, you can leave."

Bakugou let his arms flop by his side, his spine slouching. Jesus it was a fucking uncomfortable position. "You're so fucking sensitive all the damn time, Half and Half."

"Shut your mouth. I've worked hard, harder than you realize, to separate myself from my father. I want nothing to do with him and his career. I am making my own path. Everything I've done is based upon my own skill and merit," he hissed.

"Touchy subject," Bakugou said.

"You asked me for my help. I am giving it. But I won't if you insult me. Unlike Uraraka, I have no reason to put up with you," he stated blankly.

"This is why people think you're a fucking snob," he scoffed, folding his arms.

"I don't care what people think of me. I came to this school to dance with Momo. If she is happy, I am happy."

Bakugou curled his lips up. "So you dance to keep your shitty girlfriend impressed?"

"Never call her 'shitty' again," Todoroki growled, stepping towards him. "I dance for both of us. She is the reason I fell in love with dance again."

"I didn't ask for your fucking sob story," Bakugou said, folding his arms. "Let's get a move on-"

"Tell me first. Why are you doing this? You already told Uraraka you didn't wish to be her partner. What good are you doing if you are just getting her hopes up only to crush them again?"

Bakugou let out another growl. "I need her to forgive me and she told me this was the only way she would even consider forgiving me."

"Forgive you?"

"I can't... I can't fucking focus!?" he yelled, slamming his foot into the ground. "At rugby practice I hear the fucking waltz music she played. I can picture her dancing in the fucking space. I can see her body... At night, I try and do my work and the music comes back, and I can feel her fucking hands ghosting over mine!" He ran his hand through his blond hair in aggravation. "She's a fucking distraction and I need her to stop making me feel damn guilty!"

He turned away, turning his back to Todoroki. He couldn't look at him and continue with what he was going to say. "Even when I'm here, trying to focus on what's gonna make her fucking feel better, she distracts me by wanting me to fucking kiss her!"

Behind him, he heard Todoroki click his tongue.

"Her accepting your apology isn't going to fix this problem," Todoroki said.

"HAH!?" Bakugou yelled, whipping his head around to glare at the other boy.

"You like her. It's not a problem or a distraction, you have a crush."

"A crush is a distraction!"

"Only if you make it one," Todoroki shrugged. "If you just admitted you have a crush and asked her out, it would make things easier. You wouldn't think about her as much because she would be your girlfriend."

"Idiot. I'd think about her more!" he scoffed. What a dumb suggestion.

"Maybe. But it would be different. Your mind would stop thinking about random 'what ifs' because you would be doing the things your mind keeps focusing on. Right now you're caught in limbo, and I'm sure it's making things far more confusing than you need them to be," Todoroki stated.

Bakugou clenched his fists. He supposed shitty Half and Half did have a point. If he and Uraraka were actually dating... he could kiss her all her wanted. His mind would probably stop thinking about it so much, because he could do it whenever he wanted it. It would be far less of a problem. The indecision and the mystery of what would happen if they kept kissing, kept touching... he would know... could have it whenever he wanted...

"It doesn't fucking matter," he spat out before he could really formulate an intelligent response.

"You're so quick to assume-"

"No," he snapped. "It really doesn't fucking matter... she told me she wasn't going to forgive me or do anything else with me until after this competition. So even if I tried to ask her out on a fucking date, she's just gonna say no." Plus, he had no idea how to ask her out, even if he fucking wanted to. He probably would make himself look like a fucking idiot.

"Ah. So that's the real reason you asked me for my help."

"HAH!?"

"If you do well in this competition, you could ask Uraraka-san out on a real date because she'll forgive you."

"...Think whatever the fuck you want, Half and Half."

However at this point, Bakugou was starting to think he was right. If they did well at the competition and she actually offered her forgiveness... he could ask her out on a real date.

A smug smile pulled across Todoroki's lips. "Alright, I get it," he sighed. "We'll continue with the private lessons."

"Were you fucking testing me?!" Bakugou snapped, thrusting his fist towards Todoroki's face.

"Basically," he smirked. "Why should I waste my time if you're just going to upset Uraraka-san again?"

"I'm... The whole point of this damn shit is to not upset her! Why the fuck would I ask you to do this shit if I was just gonna fuck shit up again!" he yelled.

"I don't know. There is a part of me that assumes even if you try you will probably 'fuck shit up again'," he teased.

"Shut the fuck up Half and Half and let's deal with this stupid posture bullshit again! I'm sick of wasting time talking to you!" Bakugou immediately got into position again, waiting for Todoroki to instruct him.

He hated having to listen to the asshole... and knowing he would have to meet a few more times before he really got things down pissed him off. But... in the end it would help make him a better dancer... for her.

When Bakugou returned to the room, Kirishima was nowhere to be found. Maybe the idiot finally tried studying in the library so he didn't fall asleep at his desk. Or maybe he was out with that pink-haired girl again. Honestly he was just thankful he hadn't brought the girl here.

He placed his bag down by the door and kicked his shoes off, stretching up. His back hurt, the muscles feeling tight after the training he did with Todoroki. The positions for dance were so fucking awkward, something his body wasn't used to at all.

He lay on his bed slowly, wincing at the aching muscles. Muscles he didn't even know existed hurt. He thought about Todoroki having done this his whole life, and he wondered if his body shaped into what it was today because of all his lessons as a child.

Maybe Bakugou's body wasn't built for it.

"I gotta fucking stretch," he growled, his body feeling tense while he lay in bed.

He rolled over, practically dropping onto the floor as he stretched his legs out. Shit he really looked like one of those loser dancers. Soon he was going to be as pretty as fucking Half and Half.

He reached his hands forward, his back tensing at the movement. It was a throbbing pain, but it felt nice. He probably should stretch more often if he was going to do all this dance shit. The last thing he needed was a fucking injury.

He moved his fingers against the carpet and pouted his lips. He couldn't stop thinking about what Half and Half said... about upsetting Uraraka again. The last thing he wanted was to make Cheeks cry. It would kill him if he did that again.

He growled, reaching up towards the ceiling, his back muscles aching. Maybe he should just fucking ask her out. Screw the fucking competition and waiting for it to be done.

But if she said no...

He leaned back against his bed, staring up the ceiling. He would feel like a fucking idiot if she said no after all this.

Why was dealing with women so damn hard?

He hated how right Todoroki was about his fucking brain making her a distraction too. Thinking about asking her out was now occupying most of the space in his brain. If he just did it, it would no longer be a thought on his mind. Fucking Half and Half and his fucking logic.

"Fucking stupid," he hissed, kicking his leg against the bedpost. The feeling shot up his foot, right up to his hip, and he let out an angry cry.

"Oh, hey! You're home already-PFFT What are you doing?!" Kirishima asked, standing in the now open door way, looking at Bakugou stretched out on the floor.

"OI! S-SHUT UP!" he yelled, pushing forward as he fell, rolling awkwardly to the side. He immediately recovered, jumping up. "I was fucking stretching!"

"Wow, you're a professional dancer now!" he laughed, shutting the door behind him as he unbuttoned his coat.

"I said, shut up, Spiky Hair!" he hissed.

"Calm down! It was a compliment," Kirishima chuckled. "You know, I'm happy to see you taking it so seriously. I thought you guys were only meeting a few times a week."

Bakugou clicked his tongue. "I... I'm getting extra lessons from Half and Half... "

"UWAH... WHAT!?" Kirishima made a loud noise and practically fell against his desk chair. "YOU ASKED HIM FOR HELP!?"

"...I SAID SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" he growled again.

"Wow! You're gonna be even better!" Kirishima laughed. "Seriously, I'm complimenting you, there's no need to get so angry!"

Bakugou rubbed his forehead. "I'm not... I'm not gonna do a bad job. I agreed to do this shit, so I gotta be the best fucking partner for her. She's good at teaching leading and shit but... he always opens his big fucking mouth with all this bullshit, so I had him fucking explain it instead!"

"You're gonna be a fuckin' champ bro!" Kirishima smiled, and Bakugou wished he wasn't so damn supportive and positive about it all. "I wanna see you dance!"

Bakugou's face immediately fell. "Absolutely fucking not."

"I'll come watch your competition."

"Don't you dare."

"Aw c'mon! Mina-chan will probably wanna go watch Uraraka-san as well!"

"No."

"It'll be so fun!" Kirishima laughed, sitting down at his desk. "You can't stop me, bro."

"I will fucking kill you!" Bakugou hissed.

"I wanna watch you either kick ass or... fall on your ass!" he teased.

"LIKE HELL THAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!" he yelled. "I'm gonna come in first, and then when everything is over I'm gonna ask her out on a real date and no one is going to get in my way!" he blurted out.

Kirishima blinked. "A real date? B-Bakugou! Are you really going to ask her out!?"

His eyes widened, realizing what exactly he said. "No. Shut up!"

"I heard what you said dude! Finally! We've all been waiting for this!"

He groaned. Kirishima would never leave him be until he actually admitted to what he was going to do.

"Fuck off," he growled. "She's not going to say yes until we beat the fucking competition, so I have to do a good fucking job."

"What? Really? You don't think she'd say yes right now?" he asked.

"Fuck no! She still hasn't forgiven me."

"Fair enough, you were a rude ass." Kirishima laughed.

"Yeah what the fuck ever. I want to be sure she says yes," he said, his voice quieter than normal.

Kirishima looked at him softly. "Hey man, she's gonna say yes, you don't have anything to worry about. Everyone knows you two like each other!"

"Whatever," he muttered.

He really had been an ass to her, so if she said no, he honestly wouldn't have fucking blamed her.

But shit... he wanted her to say yes.

And suddenly he realized, in the end, that was all he fucking wanted.

#kacchako #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bnha #boku no hero academia #side todomomo #side kirimina #dance au #college au #BNHA fanfiction #dance with me

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scuzmunkie · 7 years ago

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Love is Blind: Chapter 4

A/N: My darling little pumpkins!! Thank you so much for all the love and support!!! Here’s chapter 4!! As always, lmk I there are any mistakes! I really appreciate all the feedback and reviews! Lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! Enjoy!!

Seth Rollins x Blind OFC

Warnings: Language, feels, there’s a bit of an uncomfortable scene (slight sexual assault) so it might be triggering for some so please don’t read if it’s uneasy for you!! I want to make sure all my readers are happy and comfortable!

Word Count: 2000+

Summary: Seth was Lily’s world, she was foolish enough to think that she was his. That is until he leaves her behind in pursuit of his dreams. What happens when fate throws them together again years after the heartache and tears? How can Lily see past the pain of the past when she can’t see at all?

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Lily hummed to herself, as she slaved away in the kitchen when she smelt the sweet perfume of Renee.

“Hey Re-Re!” She said, popping a strawberry in her mouth.

“Hey! Whatcha doin?” She asked as she side hugged Lily. She looked down and noticed that Lily was wearing Seth’s favorite A Day to Remember T-shirt. “Did you steal this from Seth?” She asked with a giggle.

“Well... I mean, steal is a strong word, I look at it more as borrowing. And to answer your question, I thought I’d make Seth a birthday cake and double it as a six month anniversary cake.” Lily answered, holding a frosting covered spatula out to where Renee’s voice was. “Wanna taste?”

Renee eagerly took the tasty treat bringing it to her lips and indulged in the chocolaty goodness.

“Mmmmmm!! Oh, wow, he is gonna love this. Lucky bastard...” Renee said with a mouth full of frosting.

Lily couldn’t help but smile at the life she was living. She had an amazing group of friends, a major she loved and a wonderful boyfriend. Never in a million years did she think she’d be so lucky. Seth made her feel safe, like she could do anything. He didn’t see her as broken like so many had before. Their relationship hadn’t had any speed bumps accept when jealousy reared it’s ugly head a few months ago.

—-

Lily was waiting for Seth outside the weight room when she was struck by an overly strong scent of cologne. She crinkled her nose, feeling dizzy from the overwhelming aroma. There was another scent that was just as heavy, alcohol. She suddenly felt an arm draped around her shoulders.

“Well, well, *hiccup* well. If it isn’t Sethie’s little blind bitch.” He said, his breath fanning over Lily’s face. She new that voice, it belonged to Micah. Seth came home about a week ago fuming. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed her and held her for hours. Later on Renee told her that Micah was insanely jealous of Seth to the point where he purposely tried to injure him when they sparred, resulting in coach kicking Micah off the team.

“What do you want, Micah?” Lily asked, trying to make her voice as steady as possible but failing miserably.

“I was just admiring the view. That a problem?” His words slurred.

“Um, actually yes, I don’t exactly like it when people stare at me.”

She felt him move closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “What if I told you I don’t care?”

Lily shivered, fear creeping its way down her spine.

“Please, just leave me alone. Seth will be out here any minute!!” She tried to walk away only to be pulled back and pinned against a near by wall.

“No one cares. What’s so great about him?! He’s just a punk ass bitch. Stay and play with me!” He said with a cruel laugh. His grip on her shoulders tightened causing her to wince in pain. When she tried to push him off he violently grabbed her wrists with one of his hands and pinned them above her head.

Lily began to panic, tears streaming down her face as his free hand started exploring her body and felt his drunken lips on the sensitive skin of her neck. She mustered up all the strength she could, taking a deep breath.

“SEEEEEEETH!!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

—-

Seth was bench pressing with Roman and Dean, laughing about some lame ass joke Dean made at Roman’s expense, when all three men’s heads snapped towards the door at the sound of Lily screaming for Seth. They ran out of the door and found Micah with his disgusting hands all over Lily. Seth saw red, his blood boiling, he charged Micah, grabbing the back of his shirt and threw him onto the ground. He pounced on him, landing punch after punch to Micah’s face. He would’ve kept beating him until he heard his angels voice.

“Seth, please...” She softly pleaded. He looked over his shoulder seeing Lily reaching her arms out in his direction from the safety of Roman’s arms. His heart immediately melted. He stood and pulled her into his arms, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, his free hand cradling her head as she clutched his shirt, crying into his chest.

“It’s ok, pretty baby. I’m here now. You’re safe, you’re safe.” By this time, coach was there with the local authorities slapping handcuffs on Micah.

That night Seth held Lily as close as humanly possible, comforting her when she woke from nightmares from the horrific events earlier that day.

—-

She was brought back to reality when she heard Renee walking and the sound of papers rustling.

“What is this? ‘The Bed Song’ ?” Renee asked, looking at sheet music and lyrics printed with braille under each word.

“Oh, that’s a song I’m working on with Amanda. She needs help now more than ever since Brian and her went separate ways. Now she’s concentrating on a solo career.”

Renee read over the lyrics and couldn’t help but tear up a little. Lily heard Renee sniffle and slowly made her way over to the blonde.

“You ok, sweetie?” Lily asked as she wrapped her arms around her friend.

“Yeah, it’s just kinda sad.”

“Oh yeah, I bawled like a bitch when I first read it.” Lily admitted, giving Renee one last squeeze as before she went back to the task at hand. She frosted the cake and cut the strawberries.

“Hey, Renee? You wanna come help me decorate?”

“Absolutely!” She answered as she dipped a strawberry in the extra frosting. The two girls laughed and chatted with each other as they finished the cake.

—-

Roman and Dean sat in Dean’s apartment watching Seth pace back and forth.

“What the hell am I gonna do?! How do I break the news?!” Seth asked his friends, praying they had the answers.

“Wait, you still haven’t told her yet?!” Roman asked, feeling himself getting pissed off. He, like Seth, Dean and Renee, had grown very close to Lily and he thought of her like a little sister. He was very protective of her and he knew this would hurt her.

“I mean, she loves you, right? She should be ok with it. I mean this is our dream! Working at WWE has been our goal since we were kids!!” Dean said.

“You don’t think I know that?! Did they tell you when we need to report?! Six days, man, SIX days!! This is gonna shatter her.”

“Well you should’ve told her when we all found out two months ago, dumbass!!” Roman countered.

Seth finally sat down, putting his face in his hands. “This is gonna break her heart.” he mumbled.

Dean sighed next to Seth, “Better just treat it like a bandaid man...” just then Dean’s phone went off.

“Hey doll, what’s u- easy... Yeah, he’s here... what do you mean ‘late’?”

“OH SHIT!!! I’m supposed to be with Lily right now!! She said she had a surprise for me. DAMNIT!!” With that he hauled ass out the door.

“This is gonna blow up...” Roman said sadly.

—-

Lily sat at the table in her favorite little black dress, her hair done and makeup on, courtesy of Renee. Seth was supposed to be here over an hour ago. Was he ok? Oh gosh, what if Micah got out and did something horrible to Seth?! Just as her worse fears started to plague her mind she heard the front door open.

“Baby, I am so sorry!! I lost track of time!!” He said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her cheek. He closed his eyes, taking in her scent. Something he was sorely going to miss. Lily could sense something was off. He felt rigid, stressed almost. He sat down across from her and finally took in her appearance. She got all dolled up just for him.

“Wow, you look beautiful, babe.” He said with a mesmerized smile.

“Seth?”

“And this cake! It looks and smells amazing!”

“Seth?!”

“Y’know what? I’ll grab us some plates, forks and a knife and we’ll cut this bad boy up.” He said, going to stand.

“SETH!” Lily said sternly, stopping Seth in his tracks. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off these past couple days and I’m worried.”

Seth just stared at her. How did she always know what was up with him? He sighed, it was now or never. Lily could hear his fingers tapping nervously against the table, like he was fighting an internal battle in his head. She reached her hand across the table feeling for his hand, gently squeezing it when she found it.

“Seth, whatever it is, you can tell me, we’ll get through it together.” She said, giving him a reassuring smile. Placing his other hand on hers, he decided that it’s time.

“Ok.... Dean, Roman and I, um, got signed by the WWE for the NXT division so I have to drop outta college and report to WWE headquarters.” He said in one breath, dreading her reaction. She jumped up from her seat causing Seth to stand from his chair and watched her as she felt her way to him.

“THAT’S AMAZING!!! I’m so happy for you!!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck!! “Why were you so scared to tell me?!” She asked, giggling. Seth kissed her forehead before placing his on hers.

“Because... I have to leave in six days.” He felt her slightly flinch in his arms. Meanwhile, Lily felt her heart shatter and her world crumble. But she refused to be the reason he didn’t chase his dreams. No, she’ll do what she does best, support him 100%.... even if her heart was breaking on the inside. She mustn’t be selfish. She kissed his cheek and walked towards their bedroom. Seth knew he screwed the pooch by not telling her sooner. He chased after her, ready to plead, grovel and beg for her forgiveness, but to his surprise he saw her smiling, pulling clothes from his drawers.

“Um, baby, what are you doing?” He asked, still worried.

“You’ll need all your favorite clothes, not to mention we need to get you a new workout attire, these are practically threads and patches.” She said, holding up his spandex pants. Seth felt his heart race, just when he didn’t think he could love her more, she pulls something like this. He watched as she puttered around the room, gathering his things, when she walked in with a laundry basket full of clothes fresh from the dryer. She felt their fabrics, separating her clothes from his when she came across his T-shirt she was wearing earlier that day. That’s when the first tear fell. She held it close to her chest before folding it and placing it on their bed. Seth grabbed her wrist, taking the shirt from her hand.

“This is yours, babe. I want you to have it, wear it when you’re missing me.” He whispered, kissing her temple. It was then he noticed the tears in her eyes. He turned her in his arms and held her close. He knew that she was putting on a brave face for him. He didn’t deserve her, but he needed her.

—-

“I’m so scared, Renee. I feel so fearless with him. What am I gonna do by myself?” Lily said, lying next to Renee on Lily and Seth’s bed. “I mean, he’s leaving tomorrow.... oh my gosh, I must sound so selfish!! How are you doing? Are you gonna be ok with Dean leaving?!” She asked, realizing that she wasn’t the only one hurting right now. Renee snuggled closer to Lily, sad about what she was about to tell her.

“Um, I actually got a job with the WWE as well as a backstage interviewer.” She said, biting her thumb nail. Lily couldn’t help but feel like she was being left behind.

‘Don’t be a Debby Downer, little Lily.’ She could hear her mother say. She turned towards Renee and hugged her tightly.

“I’m proud of you Re-Re!! A-are you leaving with the boys?”

“I am.... I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier, I didn’t want you thinking that I’m abandoning you.” She said sadly.

“I know that! Just promise me you’ll keep in touch!”

“Always! Oh, I better get going, knowing Dean he hasn’t finished packing.” She touched Lily’s cheek. “I love you so much and will miss you like crazy.” She finished with a tight hug.

—-

The night was spent with Lily and Seth in each other’s embrace, Seth showing her how much he’ll miss her, his lips worshiping every inch of her body.

As Seth lay there sleeping in his usual position on Lily’s chest, she couldn’t sleep a wink. A small, bitter part of her wished so badly that Seth would change his mind and stay with her. Wasn’t she enough for him? Wasn’t she making him happy? She was ripped out of her selfish thoughts by a loud clap of thunder, causing her body to jolt, waking Seth. He looked up at her, cupping her cheek in his hand.

“Hey, hey, you’re ok pretty baby. It’s just a little thunder. I’ve got you.” She felt him kiss her collar bone soothingly, then falling back asleep.

She listened as the rain poured against the window. When she was certain Seth was sound asleep, she allowed her tears to fall.

Just as she was drifting to sleep she heard Seth’s alarm go off. This was it, time for her to put on her big girl panties and smile.

—-

Seth had all his things packed up in the car and was just about ready to leave. He pulled Lily into his arms, deeply kissing her.

“You have no idea how much you’ve saved me. I love you with everything inside me.” He whispered against her lips.

“I love you t-too. You make me so strong and brave. I’ll be here every s-step of the way!”

After what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled apart and Seth walked out of their, well, now her apartment. She walked into her bedroom, searching for his shirt, clutching it to her chest as if her life depended on it. Then, as if acting on their own accord, her feet carried her out the door, running after him. She ran into the rain, praying she didn’t miss him.

“SETH!” She yelled, hoping she’d hear him answer.

Seth, who was just about to shut his car door, turned at the sound of his name. He ran to meet her, clasping her arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong?!”

“Please...” she sobbed as the rain pelted her face, “don’t leave like this, s-stay with me.”

She couldn’t help but scoff at the cliche of it all. It felt like it came straight out of a sad movie, ‘girl stands in the rain in front of boy hoping she’s enough’.

She felt his lips on her forehead, a small gesture in hopes of calming her down.

“I promise I’ll stay in touch. I’ll call you every day and visit you when I’m in town.” He tells her trying desperately to reassure her that this isn’t the end of them.

She was stupid enough to believe him...

@haven-raven012591 @wrestlingfae @neversatisfiedgirl @lost-in-the-stories @calwitch @team-elias @panda-girl1999

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likeadove · 7 years ago

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Anonymous said: just wanted to tell u that i finished wcpah on a train and the fic almost made me miss my stop it was THAT good had to run off the last second hahahahah

Anonymous said: holy fuck bethany you have no idea I'm so sad about this book ending bc for real its gotten me through a lot these past few months (been reading since chap 6 baby) and honestly my only source of happiness after this will be nest of salt. From the bottom of my heart thank you so much for everything youve doen with this story. Its magnificent. (and you wrote the smut wonderfully don't even worry)

Anonymous said: I just can’t. So good. I already want to start begging for one shots.

Anonymous said: That was fkn stupendous and I am so grateful to be able to read your stories <3

Anonymous said: I actually screamed when I saw the lyrics for this chapter. Thank God none of my roommates are home because the whole thing had a me screaming/sobbing. Like how did you manage to make that so beautiful? I cried? They love each other so much and you showed that in the way they did it.

Anonymous said: ben and rey crying after doing it is the most canon thing ever canoned

Anonymous said: I just wanted to let you know that the most recent chapter of WCPAH is amazingly beautiful. it made me sad because ive never had that good of sex lol. your writing was fantastic, everything felt so real and i think you waited until the perfect time in their story for this to happen. you did a fantastic job! Thanks for sharing it with us! :)

Anonymous said: that ending killed me oh my gosh. im smiling like an idiot

Anonymous said: I can't believe it's almost over. It's so amazing and I love it so much and I'm just so sad and happy and idk man. You've done it, like really done it, knocked it out of the park. I'm experiencing such a wide array of emotions and I seriously don't know what to do.

Anonymous said: Me right now: 😭😃😥😍😖🤯😵😏😱😫😘😞😁

Anonymous said: literally one of the most satisfying things i have ever read. you did it. you gone dun it. cannot remember why i wanted them to get down when she was 18 anymore haaa. This is oh so very right. All equal parts sexy, sweet, hot, beautiful. Thank you from the bottom of my reylo heart. what will i do without these two and your updates!!?! excuse me while i re read this chapter for the 4th time. because duhhhhhhhh

Anonymous said: lemme just say my thoughts on the last chapter- aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH im telling you now im gonna cry like a baby when WCPAH is over bc it's been such a wonderful ride and ive been around since chapter 1 was posted and i stumbled across the then baby fic and had never listened to the music Ben and rey do until recently and i found chapter 1 to be cute so i thought id stick around for chapter 2 totally unaware that almost 60 chapters later i myself not wanting it to end. Thank you for this❤

Anonymous said: literally cried when I saw you updated. woman you have done it. you wrote possibly the best smut/fan fiction these eyes have ever read. blown away from the way you lived up to hype for this sex scene- like surpassed my wildest expectations&gave us perfection. ben was so eager, aggressive&gentle all at the same time. we could count on rey to take matters into her own hands. girl knows what she wants. cannot wait for them to fill the house with their art, memories, milkshake machine, dogs&kiddos.

Anonymous said: So, it took me about half an hour to read through this chapter (56), because I had to stop to internally scream, or digest the fact that IT(!!) was finally happen like every two words. Words cannot describe the satisfaction that this chapter gave me. FUCKING FINALLY!!!!! You killed it, as per usual, and I am continuously in awe of your skill. I’m not ready for this to be over, but thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for letting us come along on this ride with you, and Ben and Rey. ❤️

Anonymous said: Idk if this is gonna sound really fucking lame to you, but your story gave me a reason to look forward to a new day, thank you for this! I am so glad i found your story, you had me at "90s grunge Ben Solo"

Anonymous said: First of all, I love you. Second of all, you are a master and a bloody wizard. Third, the last chapter from Ben's POV would make me die and go to heaven. I want to know his thoughts and feelings during *the scene*. Is that on the horizon? If not, that's ok - I'm happy with anything you give us! My brain keeps going over all the saucy details and starts fluttering when I think about what might come next. Sorry for being weird but I FEEL SO MANY EMOTIONS AND IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU.

Anonymous said: That was some pretty dope as shit smut Bethany like holy fuck

Anonymous said: that was literally the best sex scene I have ever read. so real and complex!! favorite fic of all time for sure

Anonymous said: your story came out on week two of my multi month bed-rest-ploza. i have been reading and healing along with these two ever since. thank you for the fluff, distraction, angst, music suggestions and companionship from your story and the world you created. this last update was everything i could have wanted and more. so sad that this story is wrapping up soon. excited to see where you take these two and reading more of your stories. <3

Anonymous said: I just wanna say that 'we could plant a house' was such an important story for me. It actually inspired me to write again IT WAS JUST THAT GOOD. I love you and I want to thank you for sharing this beautiful, heartbreaking fic with us what a fucking blessing honestly you're a goddess, never stop writing ❤️ And like yo when's the next update I'm dying

Anonymous said: Okay so I’ve been here from about the beginning and omg what am I going to do without this fic?! This is definitely my favourite reylo fic and what am I going to read once it’s gone?! I love it so much!!

You are all beautiful, wonderful people. Sometimes it overwhelms me (in a good way) when y’all say that this story helped you through a rough time or inspired you to write/do art again, because it’s so surreal that my silly fic I started in January to get out my Reylo angst and give me an excuse to listen to a lot of 90′s music could possibly have this effect on others. I’m so glad my work means this much to you guys, that you guys have continued to read despite how many times I came for your feels or made you cry. You guys mean the world to me; it’s been so lovely getting to go on this journey with you all. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do once it’s finished. Be very depressed, I expect. We can all send each other virtual hugs and cookies <3

#answering the anons #welp now im emotional

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franeridart · 7 years ago

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Happy 1000th post to one off my absolute favorite artists on Tumblr!

This is it!!! The 1k post on this blog!!! It’s me finally getting my ass into gear and answering the asks in my inbox!!! As good charm in hope of not waiting so long from now on hahaha thank you so so much, by the way!!!! :D

Anon said:LITERALLY YOUR TODOROKI IS THE BEST THING IN THIS CRUEL WORLD I LIVE THE WAY U DRAW HIM IM EMOTIONAL HHECK ALSO ALL THE REST OF UR ART IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD ITS SO NICE UR CHARACTERS ARE LIKE VERY LONG NOODLES THEYRE GOOD™

THANK YOU FOR EVERY KIND WORD AND ESPECIALLY ABOUT THE TODOROKI ONES HOLY SMOKES!!! I don’t draw him much sadly but he’s super fun and comfortable to draw for me, it’s nice to know he also comes out well!!!

Anon said:So like,,, I really miss your bokuroo ;^; Will you ever post with them again???

I haven’t taken a vow that forces me to never draw them again, so, possibly! At the moment posting for the haikyuu fandom is giving me more sad feelings than anything else though, so I can’t promise that’s gonna be any time soon, I’m sorry

Anon said:bruhh i listened to that chiodos song under ur halo, and that one by memphis may fire that was w that bakugo art that was called not enough and uhhhhh ur music taste is dope care to share some more songs?

SURE I’m glad you liked those! Everything by Memphis is A+ and I love it so if you haven’t you should check out more stuff by them ( No Ordinary Love is super nice, That’s Just Life is very dear to me and so is Divinity, Speechless is… my otp song for every otp ever tbh) - Bring Me The Horizon is my fav post-hardcore band and both MMF and Chiodos are that genre so if you don’t know them give them a try! (Blasphemy, Run and Doomed are between my faves out of the latest album, and since you liked Under Your Halo you’re probably gonna like Follow You too) the album right before is amazing too if you’re okay with less melodic stuff, but the further back you go with BMtH the harder to listen to they get, just a heads up - Sleeping With Sirens are on the softer side of post-hardcore lately, Fly, Left Alone, Trouble, Fire and Empire To Ashes are some great ones, between the many, and, uhhhh, at this point I might have recced Nothing More a hundred times but let’s make it a hundred and one, try Funny Little Creatures, Do You Really Want It and Go To War out of the newest album! If you’re into punk and female voices you should check out Tonight Alive too, Jenna has one of my two fav female voices in rock right now (Crack My Heart and Temple are the latest two songs out!) and since I always rec stuff but I never rec anything by my favorite band ever, you ever heard of Alter Bridge? They’re more towards hard-rock/alternative metal, but check out Blackbird, Fortress, I Know It Hurts, Cradle To The Grave and Broken Wings just to make it one for every album I really, really adore this band and everything they ever made

Anon said:I adore all of your art, especially your bnha art!!! I had so many of your drawings saved to my drafts before I read the manga and was really looking forward to catching up so I could look at them all!! They’re all fantastic

AHHH THANK YOU!!! This made me smile lots, I’m so glad you like them!!!

Anon said:What’s coming up? Fluffy, dorky or angsty? (I’m talking about your next work XD just to be sure) Have a great day my friend!

LMAO this was about this one right? I’m sort of a fool honestly cause as I drew it it… didn’t feel actually all that angsty to me? I mean, obviously it doesn’t come after anything happy, but they’re working things out! Making an effort! Loving each other enough to try and understand each other better!! I drew it as something positive but in hindsight I should have expected the reactions lmao so I honestly dunno, I feel like telling you it’s most probably gonna be something happy but as it seems I angst without even realizing, lately #rip

@not-enough-kaneki said:Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 😊

!!!!! my cats!!!! tea and coffee!!! Bakugou and Kirishima and Bakugou-and-Kirishima and the squad!!!! not having an headache!!!!!! the sound of ocean waves and the sun on winter days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! new music I like!!!!!! nice asks and lovely tags under my art!!!! that’s more than five things but a lot of stuff makes me happy tbh !!!

Anon said:one of my favorite parts (i love every bit of it) of the holiday pic you drew of the squad, is they each have their own personal mug. 10/10

I didn’t think you’d be able to notice Mina’s!!! I’m glad it was visible, I thought I had made it disappear into the background hahaha thank you!!!

Anon said:i just went through your entire kiribaku tag and, honestly, gay (also ur art is soooo good and pure and thank u so much for all the content u make for bnha 💖💖)

It is very gay, isn’t it? The other day I was going through my old stuff and I think I might have slowly turned them mushier oh my hahaha I’m glad you like my stuff, by the way!! Thank you so so so so much!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you for sharing the beautiful Bakusquad Christmas! It’s very colorful and warm & it gives me such a comforting feeling! I love looking at all the details! Kami & Sero’s ribbons, everyone’s mugs, the decorations, all so cute! Especially Mina’s bulletin board with the photos, charms of the boys, & the little alien dude (?) Each time I look at it, I see other cute details!! Sorry to bother you, but thanks again for sharing your art with us! I hope you had a very Merry Christmas!!!!!

It’s not a bother at all!!! Thank you so so much for looking at it long enough to notice all those details!!!!

Anon said:You are so good at giving advice omg

I wouldn’t say I’m especially good at it, I just say what was useful to me lol but thank you! It’s a nice thing to be told

Anon said:Dude, your bakusquad drawings are awesome! Keep up the great work!

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super glad you like them!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:The new chapter made me think about Bakugou dealing with his squad as babies all over again. Toddlers would probably be worse.

Depends?? Actually??? Like, at least toddlers aren’t gonna steal his gauntlets and tell him he’s lame and punch him just for the hell of it and be a bunch of smartasses and assholes like. Compared to this bunch of baby-Bakugous he has to deal with in the new arc maybe the squad as toddlers would actually be refreshing lol

Anon said:Um I have a very real crush on ila? Can we please know more about her??

I’m ??? so happy you like her!!!!! I don’t wanna say too much about her cause until I draw her in comics I won’t be too sure about who she really is, but she’s!! a pianist, very tall and sorta insecure about her physical appearance, very soft spoken, incredibly gay, scared of sensory deprivation of any kind. Her full name is Ilaria! Dav calls her Aria, which means air in Italian~ they’re pretty good friends, I have a comic about that I’ve been meaning to draw…

Anon said:So, you like KiriBaku with songs, so what do you think of You Had Me At Hello by A Day to Remember? Particularly the lines, “What have I gotten into this time around, I know that I had sworn I’d never trust anyone again, but I didn’t have to. You had me at hello. I’ve never seen a smile that can light a room like yours, it’s simply radiant, I feel more with every day that goes by.”

s o f t…………. ;; also incredibly fitting considering Bakugou decided Kirishima was his new favorite hero the second time he spoke to him, like, god bless I love those two s o m u ch this one I’m listening to it right now and having feelings (is it Baku to Kiri? Kiri to Baku? why not both for double the feels)

Anon said:Hey Fran!! Have you been keeping up with haikyuu? If so what do you think about the Miya twins? (Personally I think they’re pretty okay, they’re funny when they interact with each other. My favorite of the two is Osamu haha)

I don’t mind them! My fav out of Inari is Kita tho, have to admit - that said I have… sort of been ready for this game to be over for months, now………………

Anon said:Okay but imagine….. Kirishima with freckles

I’ve drawn that, now and again!!! the latest one was this one, and another one I remember is this one :D I’ve been liking the idea of him with freckles even more since it’s become official his hair isn’t naturally red? So now and again I add them in, even though they’re usually not much noticeable haha I do so with Bakugou too from time to time, actually… and the rest of the squad… I just… love freckles a lot… haha

Anon said:Love the squad, love the squad kisses.

HECK YES the goal is to draw at least one smooch for every couple sooner or later !!!

Anon said:I hadn’t even realize that I stuck around for a whole year OwO, anyways, congratulations! Your art style has improved much more than you think, especially since you’ve gotten more into coloring ^o^ I noticed that you’ve also been doing more complicated poses too, so, it’s the little stuff that counts ♥️👍 Hope to see more spontaneous art next year, love you Fran!

THANK YOU SO MUCH I love you lots too??? honestly??? This ask means the whole world to me, I really can’t see much improvement after all but knowing you can DOES help a whole damn lot

Anon said:So I came across this fanfic where Uraraka and Todoroki were a thing. I’m personally not a fan of this rare pair, but the whole scenario was the cutest thing ever. Todoroki basically asks Uraraka to help him confess to Midoriya, but in the process falls in love with her instead.

Awwww that sounds cute! Can’t say I have any particular feelings about the ship, but I am up for Todoroki with nearly anyone so why not!

Anon said:Bro bro bro I’m sorry if this is the wrong channel to go through or something but holy shit I just spent hours going through your entire tumblr and your. Art. And. Concepts. I… can’t??? DUDE YOU’RE AMAZING AND YOUR TATTOO AU!! I?? Just thank you so much for all the awesome work you do honestly made my entire fuckin week with your blog, you are WICKED GOOD AND FUNNY AF. That’s all I got go on with your day you talented ass fiend

I’M CRYING!!! OH MY GOD THANK YOU!!!!!!! I’m gonna pick this ask and frame it right on top of my desk!! The heck!!!!!!

Anon said:Why is Bakugou such a fuckin meme

The real question is why is everyone in class 1A a meme. How do they even keep up. How much of the shit they say on a day to day basis is actually just catchphrases from other 1A kids repeated over and over again. How much of the deadpan ridiculous shit Todoroki says has become an inside-joke. How many 1A kids move and talk like Iida just for the hell of it. How often do they yell DIE at inanimate stuff when it pisses them off. How much stuff is defined as manly even though it has nothing to do with manliness. Do they say “going wheey” instead of “frying one’s brain”. Can anyone outside of 1A even understand them when they speak at this point.

Anon said:You are amazing human bean and I love you 💖 Keep being great ✨👏

Thank you??? ;O; I’ll do my best!!!

Anon said:Just annonly passing by to tell you I F'ing love your take on Ashido And the Kids XD … Way to much fluff And laugh for my heart

THANK YOU!!! I’m happy I can make you laugh!!!! :D :D :D

Anon said:I love you god bless you and your art! THANK YOU!

NAH THANK YOU FOR BEING THIS NICE!!!

Anon said:Hi! I absolutely /adore/ your BakuKiriKami art! I was wondering if you had any headcanons about them/what inspires you to draw them?

More than headcanons for them I have an incredible amount of scenarios I’d like to see them in! And when they’re compact, complete things I usually draw them, which is what inspires me really haha that, and seeing them interact in the manga! Lately I’ve been really drawn to Bakugou and Kaminari’s friendship, actually, so the romantic stuff has fallen in the background while my mind is preoccupied with thinking about them as platonic good pals ahhhhhhh as soon as I’ll work through it I’ll probably get back to drawing them as romantics, that’s just how my mind works lol

Anon said:I love the casual clothes you design for MHA characters! And I really enjoy reading your headcanons-always creative and fun! Is there anything you’d add to anyone’s hero costumes in class 1-A (something that might prove useful/practical for them, or something you’d add just for the heck of it)? Sorry if this is a stupid question or if you’ve answered a similar question before. Thanks for your time!

It’s not a stupid question, don’t worry!! But I generally like to leave myself in Horikoshi’s hands for this sort of stuff, since I both enjoy the costumes as they are AND don’t want to be disappointed in case what I hope for doesn’t actually happen - that said, I’ve mentioned before that I’d really like Aoyama to get redirectors for his laser on his palms and for Kaminari to get a close combat weapon, since with the quirk he has anything metal would actually work wonders for him! He mentioned a sword, but I rest my case that tonfas would be cool, I really want him to use tonfas. A “costume” I don’t understand is Hagakure’s, by the way - would be nice if she got an actual costume and also I don’t really get why she’d wear gloves at all?? Mirio’s costume was made using his hair, I really want her to get something similar! That’s about it tho, I haven’t really thought much about anyone else in that sense~

Anon said:Hello! A few weeks ago I asked about the bracelets you drew for Baku & Kiri. (That art is so beautiful!!) I was wondering if there’s a story behind them; such as, did one of them buy the pair, or did they pick them out together? I’m sorry if it’s a dumb question and if I’m bothering you.

THIS ASK I had lost it, thank you so much for sending it my way again! Actually, Kirishima bought it for himself and Bakugou - I mean to draw a small thing for it, be patient with me while I try to get my ass into gear for it ;O;

Anon said:It’s been a while since you’ve done any BakuKiriKami, do you still like that ship?

I do - as I said a few answers above this one, I’m just finding myself weirdly invested in a platonic relationship between Bakugou and Kaminari at the moment, and also Bakushima stole my focus and soul, but I do still like the ship a whole damn lot, definitely still my fav ot3 in the manga~

Anon said:I love your drawings so much, they always make my day seeing them. But I gotta say that kiri with his hair down is my weakness. He just looks so pure, the cuteness factor goes through the roof.

Thank you???? The Kiri thing is true for canon Kiri too, I’m glad I can bring it in my art!!! Mostly cause when I draw him with his hair down I’m never really sure what the hell I’m doing, I’ll be honest with you lmao

Anon said:hello, holy fUCKin shit how are you this damn good at drawing? like, fuck? thank you, bless you, have a nice day

THANK YOU! And all I do is draw, really lmao I wouldn’t say I’m all that good, definitely not anywhere near the artists I admire, but since all I can do is draw as long as I keep doing that I guess I’ll get there, sooner or later hahaha

#fran answers #im gonna use the holidays as my excuse for how long it took me to answer all of these #....yeah #yeah im gonna do that #oc asks #anonymous

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indominusregina · 7 years ago

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The Bet: Unforseen Consequences

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Swearing Lite™, flirtacious Bucky

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: Finally, part 2! Lots of complications in my personal life led to a long gap between part 1 and 2, but I don’t forsee many more delays like this one! This part has the actual prompt (Is that the best you can do?) from the @justsomebucky challenge! Also, credit where credit is due, many of the wonderful responses are from @sarahwroteathing Enjoy part 2! Remember, feedback gives me life!

Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 3 || Series Masterlist

The rest of the morning, Bucky is quiet. You aren’t going out of your way to avoid him, but even so, he’s nowhere to be found. Although you’re not overly concerned by the bet, having him almost entirely vanish is setting your nerves on edge, making you more than a little paranoid every time you round a corner. Will he preempt his line with something? Will he just go for it?

Your fears are abated mid-afternoon. Just as you finally settle down on the couch to watch some Netflix and procrastinate on packing with a steaming mug of tea after a hard workout, Bucky strolls in and sits down on the other end. You tense up but continue your browsing, both of you waiting in silence. Just as you settle on a show, Bucky clears his throat.

“Hey, uh, is your name Earl Grey?” He starts, and you look over at him in confusion. “Because you’re a hot-tea!”

Your face quickly drops from confusion to unamused. “Leaf me alone.” You deadpan before returning your attention to the screen in front of you, selecting the show and staring ahead. There’s a brief moment of silence as your episode loads before he gets up and awkwardly walks away. So that’s how these two weeks are going to go.

~~~

The next time Bucky tries a line on you, you’re slightly more prepared. You managed to watch a few episodes of your show before Wanda dragged you away to start packing because “your stuff won’t pack itself, Y/N, and no matter how many times you ask me, no I will not put your things into boxes using my powers.” Lame. After spending some quality time with the dust bunnies at the back of your closet, you’re ready for a dinner break with the rest of the team.

You glance over at Bucky continually throughout dinner, which at this point is down to just takeout, since half of the kitchen has been packed away and is ready to be sent off to the upstate compound. He catches your eye after the tenth time or so and offers a wolfish grin. You raise an eyebrow at him in a silent dare. Unable to decline your challenge, he swallows his mouthful of food before clearing his throat.

“You know what’s on the menu? Me ‘n’ u.” He grins, and everyone else at the table pauses, some confused, while Natasha is intrigued.

“Gee, I thought it was foot, since yours seems to be in your mouth.” The words are out of your mouth instantly, followed by a chorus of “oohs” from the rest of the teammates.

“Would someone care to explain what just happened?” Tony asks as you continue to eat the food in front of you, unphased by the reaction of the group.

Natasha steps in to answer for you. “Barnes and Y/L/N have a bet going on. Barnes is doing his best to make Y/L/N blush with a pickup line. If he succeeds in the next two weeks, she has to wingman for him, and if he doesn’t, he has to be her escape date for a month.”

“What the hell’s an escape date?” Tony blurts out and you finally speak up.

“He has to pretend to be my date whenever some asshole - sorry Steve - won’t take no for an answer.” You respond as Steve mutters something about language.

“So you’re trying shitty pickup lines that you’ve clearly found online?” Sam turns to Bucky, an amused smirk on his lips.

“Well, where else am I supposed to get them?” He frowns and Sam laughs.

“Y’know what, Frosty? I just might help you out. This sounds like fun.” You narrow your eyes at Sam as he says this.

“Help him, Wilson, and the same terms will apply to you when I win.” Your voice is low and threatening, and Sam seems to reconsider his decision.

“Nevermind, you’re on your own.” He tells Bucky, quickly returning to his food.

“That’s what I thought.” You finish your food and stand, giving one last sweep around the room. “This is between Bucky and myself. Any of you step in, and you’re done for.” You throw your container out in one smooth motion as you continue on your way out the door. You can barely hear Steve as you leave.

“Well, good luck, Buck.” He clears his throat as he finishes his statement.

“Thanks, Stevie.” The sarcasm in his voice has you smirking.

~~~

You’re in the gym getting in one last workout before moving day has everything packed up when Bucky tries again. Clad in leggings and a sports bra, you’re busy with a barbell when he walks up. You lock eyes in the mirror as you squat, holding the weight steady on your shoulders.

Bucky eyes your backside as you lower yourself and grins. “Are those space pants? Because your ass is outta this world!”

You keep your eyes locked on his as you stand, setting the weight down on the rack behind you. You turn to face him before holding up your pointer finger in his face. “Phone home, E.T.” You leave him muttering as you move on to the next weight machine in your circuit.

~~~~

You’re dressed up for a benefit event, waiting in the living room for Tony, Nat, and Clint to make their appearance when Bucky walks in. He lets out a low whistle as he takes in your appearance, and you turn to face him. “I must be in a museum, because you are truly a work of art.” His voice is a little lower than usual, but you shrug it off.

“I’m pretty sure that you’re old enough to make anywhere you go seem like a museum.” You chirp, crossing your arms. Clint and Natasha walk in at that moment and Clint laughs. You raise your hand for a high five, which he gladly meets. “Better luck next time, Barnes. For future note, calling a girl a masterpiece might get you farther.” You turn on your heel as Tony strolls in, late as usual, and head with them towards the lift. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Bucky actually making a note of your comment and you giggle as the doors close behind you.

~~~

The afternoon before the move, you find yourself practicing your bow and arrow skills with Clint. You’re doing alright, but you know you could be better. Bucky walks in just in time for you to actually shoot one into the center of the target. With a whoop and a grin, you do a little victory dance, eyes gleaming as Clint compliments you. You don’t notice Bucky until he speaks.

“Is there something in your eye?” You turn to face him, wiping at your eye and frowning. “Oh wait, it’s just a sparkle.”

Your earlier joy dies a bit at his comment. You were so excited to celebrate your tiny victory, and he had to cheapen it with a dumb line. Giving him a glare, your response is a bit sharper than it normally is. “Damn. My murderous glint must be losing its intensity.”

Bucky frowns at this and you turn back to the target, nocking another arrow on your bowstring and drawing. When you release, you score a close hit, but not quite as good as your last one. Your shoulders slump a little in defeat, and Bucky slinks away, feeling a little bit guilty.

~~~

The morning of the move, you go out for a run early, the anticipation of the upcoming move making you too jittery to sleep. After a few pre-dawn miles are finished, you’ve managed to burn most of the anxious energy out of your system, and you feel pretty satisfied as you make your way back to the (mostly empty) tower. As you ride the lift back up to the common area, you stretch, looking forward to a tall glass of water to help with your recovery.

The doors open on your floor and you beeline it to the kitchen, trying to level out your breathing as you come down from your runner’s high. You stand at the sink and, looking around and seeing no one, you duck your head under the running stream of water. It wasn’t worth it to try and find a glass, wash it, dry it, and repack it. After a few gulps, you stand back up, wiping your mouth and breathing a little harder than before after downing what was probably at least one glass of water. Of course, Bucky walks in at that moment.

“Well, gee doll, are you running out of breath from running through my head all night?”

You roll your eyes, still trying to catch your breath for a moment. When you finally decide to speak again, your response is yet another snarky comment “No, but this one was so terrible, I am speechless.” The idea of being in Bucky’s dreams has you unsettled. You know he has a lot of nightmares, and although this is probably just a line, you find yourself agitated that you might be something that upsets him. This new feeling accompanies you as you make your way back to your room to clean up and change into comfy travel clothes.

~~~

Later that afternoon, everyone files outside, with small squabbles over who gets to go in which vehicle. It’s already set that you’re in Nat’s van as navigator, and Steve is driving the other car with Bucky riding shotgun. You double check that you’ve got everything for your car, and find that in your file of information, you’ve got the map for the other car as well. As everyone finally settles on their car, you make your way to Bucky’s window, gesturing to Nat that you’ll be right back.

You knock on Bucky’s window, grabbing his attention. He beams as he notices it’s you at the window and rolls it down.

“Darlin’, what a surprise! You wanna come in this car?” You give him a look before you hold up your folder.

“Sorry, Buck. I’m navigator for the other car.” You give him a quick smile, and he smiles back. You stay that way for a moment before he clears his throat.

“Hey doll, do you have a map?” His words cause you to snap out of your daze.

“Huh?” You shake your head slightly, trying to clear your mind.

“Because I’m getting lost in your eyes.” He waggles his eyebrows at you and you give him another look before tossing the map you had for him into his lap and patting his cheek. Turning, you head quickly back to your car. What was that, Y/N? You’re going crazy. Your mind is a little off kilter again, and you can’t shake the feeling that something’s off throughout the drive to the new compound.

~~~

It’s a calm morning as everyone settles into life at the compound instead of the tower. There’s so much more room here, and everything is just quieter in general, leading to your peaceful mood as you start to make breakfast.

You set some coffee on and, knowing that it will draw a crowd, you pull out a pack of bacon and a carton of eggs, intent on making breakfast for whoever comes in. Humming, you set some strips of bacon into a pan and pull out another for the eggs.

Sure enough, as soon as you start scrambling some eggs for yourself, Bucky saunters into the kitchen.

“Is that the sun in here, or is your smile just that bright?” You roll your eyes as Bucky slides up next to you as you stir your eggs.

“Is that the best you can do today, Barnes?” You raise an eyebrow as he pours himself a mug of coffee.

“No, but you are.” He says with a wink, and your stomach does a little flip. You swallow hard, but it gets stuck in your throat, causing you to cough.

“I-In your dreams, Barnes.” You sputter out between coughs, eyes watering. Bucky sets down his mug and hurries over to you.

“Are you alright?” Bucky asks, concern in his eyes as he gently rubs your back. You nod, fighting the butterflies in your stomach. Suddenly, you’re grateful for the incident, as you’re no longer sure that the flush in your cheeks is strictly from choking.

As he turns back to his coffee and you turn back to the stove in front of you, it hits you.

Butterflies. Red cheeks.

Signs that indicate that you just might be falling for Bucky Barnes.

….

Oh shit.

Part 3

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peachyzens · 7 years ago

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first love! Jaehyun au

genre: school life, fluff, some angst summary: what it was like being high school sweethearts with your first love! jaehyun au. (2,332 words) a/n: i’m not even a big nct stan but WOW jaehyun gave me feels esp after that mbc performance also one of my first angsty pieces! masterlist can be found here!

so in a performing arts high school filled with many talented and beautiful people, you happened to catch the eye of jung jaehyun due to your ballet skills

he also had a good reputation around the school, admired for his honey vocals and pretty boy looks

there weren’t that many ballet students at sm academy, so you were well known for ballet

and it was something you were really passionate about and would stay until late practicing your routine for the upcoming showcases that happen every season

one night, when jaehyun was also staying late to practice with his group he noticed you in one of the practice rooms

this wasn’t the very time he noticed you practicing until late, but this was the first time he decided to watch you for a bit

he admired your dedication to ballet, and was just AMAZED by your gracefulness

but he was pushed out of his daze when you made eye contact with him in the mirror

you were gonna say something but he got so shy for getting caught watching you AND DASHED

you ended up laughing a little to yourself because you found him pretty cute

you also noticed him before at previous showcases, where he would perform “without you” with his unit, nct u THIS IS THE BEST NCT SONG FIGHT ME

his vocals caught you attention the most and from then on, you had a little crush admiration for his musicality

little did you know, he also admired you as much as you admired him

and his friends were SO OBVIOUS about it

“hey dude did you ask out y/n yet?”

“WHAT WHY WOULD I”

“because you are basically in love with her and her ballet?”

“…. you aren’t completely wrong about that”

but you guys rarely spoke to each other and sat very far from each other in the classes you guys shared

and as if the gods were in your guys favor, the teacher did a randomized seat change and you guys ended up being seat mates cue the fangirling of your guys shippers

you both did have some people that wanted you two together, the smooth ballerina and honey vocalist, a CONCEPT

but when you guys sat next to each other, you both were so SHY

in your mind you were fangirling about his voice and in his mind he was fangirling about your elegance

but as time went by, you guys slowly opened up to each other and had many inside jokes

but, you guys rarely spoke outside of class unless it was for school

and both of your friends were pushing one of you to MAKE A MOVE

but you two are still very shy beans

“nah he doesn’t like me that way, we’re just seatmates” LISTEN HERE GIRL

“dude, why would she like me when i’m sure there are other guys better suited for her” oh how wrong you are Sir

so you guys just remained as “seatmates” for the longest time, but had the biggest crush on each other

and is if cupid was playing with your fates, there was a BIG project assigned and the partners were based on seatmates, meaning ;-) you and jaehyun

THIS IS THE CLICHE MOMENT WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

so you guys end up meeting in a cafe in the neighborhood on the weekend near your house

and when you arrived, jaehyun was already there

sitting at a table with his school supplies set out on the table, and two cups of tea sitting on the table

and to be honest, you found the scene straight out of a kdrama and felt your heart flutter a bit

your heart fluttered a bit more when jaehyun finally noticed you at the entrance and waved you over with a smile, showing off that CUTE dimple of his

so you took the seat in front of him shyly, as he watching you with that gentle smile still on his face

“i didn’t know what you liked, so i got you a classic honey green tea” he said a bit nervously, afraid you would actually HATE IT

but it was actually one of your go-to drinks

“you didn’t have to!! but thanks, its actually one of my favorites” you smiled back as you took a sip

and it was at this moment, that jaehyun realized how much he liked you

from your bright smile, to the elegance of your aura, to your energetic personality, he liked you A LOT

so this is where his pursuit for your heart started, in a cozy cafe on a saturday as you guys worked on your project

you both were pretty good students, so the project ended up being a piece of cake

in the end, you guys were basically done with the project so you guys just started messing around

jaehyun started his pursuit by moving to the seat next to you, saying he had to show you something on his laptop

so you guys just started watching random videos on his laptop while laughing

for all the people passing by, they thought you guys were the cutest couple ever and were envious of your yOuNg LoVe

you couldn’t help but notice and blush a bit when jaehyun would move a bit closer to you to type in something on the laptop he placed in between you guys on the table because seeing his face up close was just FLAWLESS

and then soon enough, after who knows how many videos later, it was already late and time for you to head back

“jaehyun, i had a good time today and i’m glad we were able to finish this project so fast!!”

“yeah, me too. i wouldn’t mind doing this again” he smiled with THAT DARN DIMPLE AGAIN

“sure! next time there’s a project let’s partner up and do this again!” you said, oblivious to his feelings

“i mean, even when there isn’t a project. i’d like to meet up and do this again” he responded, causing you to blush madly because ???? like a date ???? you were SHOOK

“oh yeah, um sure! you have my number right?? feel free to text me too!” you said back, deciding that you too would pursuit his heart

that you already won

so when you guys were FINALLY leaving, he walked you home and along the way you guys spoke about a bunch of other random things that taught you two more about each other

so when he bid you goodnight, you could only flash him a smile that made his heart flutter

“i think this was the most fun i had doing a project, thank you for that jaehyun! i’ll see you on monday” you spoke before disappearing into your house, trying to calm down your racing heart

jaehyun, on the other side, could feel his cheeks BURNING

so the next day, you two ended up texting throughout the WHOLE day about random stuff, and even sent each other funny videos

so when monday came along, you both were more than excited to see each other and spoke whenever you guys had the chance

AND EVERYBODY NOTICED THE CHANGE

instead of being in your guys respective friend circles before school, you both were at your seats sharing earphones and watching funny videos and laughing to yourselves

CUE ALL THE RAISED EYEBROWS AND MOTHERLY/FATHERLY SMILES

then when class started, you both were sending notes to each other and having to suppress your laughter from the lame jokes you guys were having

even at lunch, you two were glued to each other

“bro, i can’t believe he ditched us” whined doyoung

you both remained in the classroom, watching videos once again

it soon became a routine for the both of you to watch videos in your free time during school

and then a very special day came

vAlEnTiNeS dAy

and with the pressure of jaehyuns friends, he decided to confess to you that day

he was also getting tired of only being a “friend” for the past three months, even though you guys seemed more like a couple

so he elaborated a whole scheme with the help of his friends and yours to romantically confess to you

basically, he would make one of your friends take you out of the class for a bit and you would come back to a flower petal path that led to jaehyun holding a bouquet of roses

so, when the time came, you were sus as to why most of the people that would normally be sitting inside were standing outside??

but you went in anyways and noticed a rose petal path on the ground

and you weren’t sure if it was for you so you were about to turn around and go right back when your friend slammed the door in your face

“um i guess i’m just going back to my seat???” you thought to yourself

but behold, the path was right in the direction of your seat and you finally noticed another person in the room with you but they had their back turned to you

so when you where just standing behind him, because he was blocking your seat you cleared your throat

but also you were trying to figure out WHOSE BACK IS THIS poor oblivious you

and then,,, they turned around, revealing JAEHYUN’S BEAUTIFUL SMILING FACE

you were shocked, and a bit confused because you still weren’t sure if this was even for you LOL

“so, y/n….i have something i’ve been wanting to say for the longest time. your smile, your personality, your grace, everything about you, i love it. ever since that day we first spent at a cafe together, i made a promise to myself to one day confess to you. you had my heart for quite a while now, and i think it is safe to say i really really REALLY like you. so, will you be my girlfriend?” jaehyun said with his blushing cheeks and pounding heart, while holding out the roses i can’t write confessions i am sorry

and you were just SHOOK

like did the boy i had the fattest crush on really just confess to liking me??? is this a dream??

“oh my god jaehyun” you cried out with some tears in your eyes because you were so touched and couldn’t hold it in

“yes- oh my god why are you crying i’m sorry??? it’ll be okay??” jaehyun spoke, a bit confused but when to pat your shoulder comfortingly when you just wrapped your arms around him instead

cue SHOOK jaehyun with even redder cheeks

“i like you too!!!! i fell for you at last years fall’s showcase, but i didn’t think you even knew who i was.. but i’m so glad that we ended up being partners. and to answer your question, yes i will be your girlfriend” you spoke with a few tears in his embrace, taking in how warm you felt

jaehyun could feel a big smile grow on his face, as he caressed your hair gently to calm you down

you then pulled away to look at his face, smiling at him with teary eyes

he laughed at your streaming tears but gently wiped them away

but feeling shy once again, you buried your face back into his shoulder because YOU COULDN’T BELIEVE THAT THE JUNG JAEHYUN IS NOW YOUR BOYFRIEND…..

you two finally pulled away when loud cheers from jaehyun’s and your friends came in after they realized that the confession was a SUCCESS

and all the students who were waiting outside finally came back in while also cheering for you guys

you two were just standing there with burning cheeks, shyly sitting back down

and the news of the new couple spread quickly around the school, giving you guys the “sweetest and purest couple” title

it was true, jaehyun was the SWEETEST boyfriend

he would occasionally pick you up in the morning to go to school together, or would meet you at the front gates with some bread and coffee

jaehyun also wrote cute love letters a lot, and you would always find them in your locker or in your room

on weekends you guys would always end up cuddling while watching videos because it was a tradition to watch funny videos together

you both also found yourself having a lot of cafe dates, where you would either work on your assignments or end up watching videos again

at the showcases you both would be each others BIGGEST fan, making everybody jealous

jaehyun would also sing to you a lot, whether it would be a lullaby when you can’t sleep or just a random pop song that pops into his head, but either way you just LOVE it when he sings because it relaxes you

and he would also watch you practice now, even though you got so focused that you would forget he was there but it’s ok he was entranced by your gracefulness

so you two had a pretty cute and strong relationship throughout high school, and soon enough you both graduated

you went to a college for performing arts, while he ended up getting scouted by an entertainment company

angst alert

and over time, with the both of you becoming more and more busy it soon led to less phone calls and texts, less dates, and less love in general :(

you guys had a mutual breakup

mainly because of the strictness of jaehyun’s company that permitted him from dating or going out often put a strain on your relationship

and also, you were getting really busy with school and practice

you both really didn’t have the time for a relationship :/

but either way, the relationship you both had was something that neither of you could forget

you both learned a lot from each other, and made memories you two would cherish forever

because while he was not your current love, he will always be your first love.

sldkfjalsdkfj what did i just write..this ended up being longer than i thought it would be this was an au i wanted to write for the longest time and im like 70% satisfied with it??? we will see

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun au

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