#literally best food ever of all time i love you late summer oh my god. oh my god
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bell pep onion oregano foccaccia, big heirloom tomato, basil, & peach(!!!!!!!!) from the farmers market w/ balsamic, salt&pep, olive oil, & queso fresco frm the mexican market down the street.... plus jalepenos stuffed w/ cheddar & sour cream & queso fresco wrapped in bacon..... plus more of the most godly beautiful juicy cold canteloupe ever in the world
#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#TODAY WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!#literally best food ever of all time i love you late summer oh my god. oh my god#birdenest#birde bakes#<- food pics tag#im gojng to think abt this sandwich until i die SO GOOD
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could i request a teddy boy john x reader 𼺠maybe going on a cute date?
Anon asked for Teddy boy!John x reader, TYSM FOR THE REQ! <3 i hope you like it! (i saw this req a lil late đ)
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-You started dating John a week ago or so, your relationship with him is a little rocky, but youâre both wildly in love.
-But John being John, heâs the jealous type. He wonât even let another boy look at you let alone touch you.
-Heâs had his eye on you for quite some time, checking you out. Meaningless flirting at first.
-But then it came to touching.. God, his touches always sent shivers right up your spine.
-You liked seeing someone like him chase after you, always at a fingertips reach.
-You like bad boys, what is there more to say?
-He was a troublesome, feared, protective and nonetheless attractive man.
-(And also cute with the way he carried a guitar around all the time)
-John brought up the idea of a date, he was going to secure this relationship one way or another.
âSo, baby, since weâre dating, I think we should go on a *real* date, not just stickinâ around nâ hiding from your parents whenever I come over.â John said, lighting a cigarette, his back leaning against the wall outside of the school you both went to.
You almost forgot about how your parents treated him, they didnât like your boyfriend all that much, they scoffed at your relationship whenever you brought it up but you didnât care. You were in love and thatâs all that matters. You would run away with him if you could.
âReally?.. I dunno, John, you wanna make that commitment?â You played and teased. It was obvious you wanted to, by the look in your eyes n biting your lip ever so slightly.
âYeah really, I wouldnât be sayin this if I wasnât serious. Besides, ya wanna go with me donât you?â He cooed, his fingers gently caressing and lifting your chin.
You could barely look him in the eye with how he was making your knees go weak and your cheeks red. But you nodded, unable to say anything at the moment.
âGood, good puppy.â His voice was so soft with you but rough and loud with everyone else, you couldnât get enough.
âA-Alright then!â You announced, âItâs settled.- Next thing you know youâre gonna try to put a ring on my finger.â You smiled at the thought, despite it just being a joke.
âMaybe that is next, ya never know.â Oh you wish you could have seen your face realizing what his response was, priceless.
âMeet me at the hill around 5, donât be late.â
Before you could say anything about the date being quite literally today he walking away, you took the chance to run back to your house to get yourself ready. You knew John wasnât the best at timing things or making actual plans. So you stuck with it.
You threw on a pretty sundress with flower patterns, simple makeup and some comfortable shoes (but still fashionable) All just before 5. The place John was talking about wasnât too far from your house, it was a small grassy hill with a huge trees around it. Itâs a pretty place to relax, especially now during the summer.
You got there as fast as you could on foot, you didnât want to tell your parents either since theyâd realize who you were with and youâre a terrible liar, youâd 100% get grounded.
Once you made it, you saw John in comfortable yet dashing clothing, actually, he looks good in anything so you didnât really care. But he had a picnic basket and blanket laid out.
He made n bought your favorite foods and drinks. You assumed he was planning this for longer than you expected.
âJohn?..â You smiled, he smiled right back, waving you over, you ushered right on and sat down. âThis is amazing, where did you find the time??-â
âShhh now love donât question my expertise.â He shushed you with a sandwich to your mouth and you took it, trying not to giggle at his goofiness.
âNâ I thought we could watch the sunset while we had a picnic, as a real date without anyone, ye know seeing us.â
You adored the effort John put into this and kissed him, his arms hooking around you while you watch the sun say goodnight. You wouldnât want this moment to end, ever.
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Confident 02 | jjk
âłÂ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life heâs left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? âCause Jungkook thinks you mightâve lied.
âłÂ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
âłÂ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk, our fav cheeky virgin reader!
âł Rating: 18+
âłÂ Word count: 8.8k
âłÂ Warnings: swearing, mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of being pressured into sex, mentions of body image, mentions of stds, Jungkook being very confused, no smut in this part
âłÂ a/n: here it is !!! thank you for all the love for the first part, i hope you enjoy this part ! please feel free to leave any feedback <3Â
âł Series: 01 | 02 | 03Â | 04
Previously...
âShe said it's her first time.â He pauses, looking up at his friends' concerned faces. âI think she mightâve lied.â
âIâm sorry, what?â
Jungkook groans, cradling his head before banging it on the table. The utensils on the table rattle and clang, bringing unwanted attention to his mini breakdown. Taehyung is quick to place his hand under Jungkook's forehead just as he goes in for another blow. âOk, Jungkook- Jungkook!â Jimin giggles beside him. âFucking stop, people are staring.â
Jungkook pauses and subtly peeks out of his long bangs, checking to see that Taehyungâs words were indeed true. He breathes out and sits up in his chair, fixing his shirt to play off that he wasnât just having a mental meltdown.
Jimin rolls his eyes, âsoooo are you gonna talk now, causeâ I have a horrible headache and youâre really not helping.â
Jungkook nods opening his mouth to speak. âAlright so uh, I met a girl last night and-â
âI thought you went home?â Taehyung shoves Jiminâs shoulder and Jungkook glares, âyeah, well that clearly didnât happen.â He rubs his temples, âcould you do me a favour and let me speak first, and then you can ask the questions. Ok?â
The two boys nod, settling into their seats as Jungkook delves back into his story.
âAlright so anyways, I saw this girl and like, I havenât ever seen her before? She was literally perfectâ. He exhales looking at nothing at particular as he continues. âGorgeous face, prettiest lips and oh! speaking of her lips, God the way she sucked-â
Despite what Jungkook said earlier, Taehyung feels the need to intervene. âOk as much as I love a good suck myself, I need you to stop here, we donât need the graphics.â Jimin nods in agreement even though itâs clear heâs not paying an ounce of attention. Jungkook smirks at the memory, but it soon drops as he remembers one tiny detail. He places his hands on the table, total seriousness etched onto his face. âBut hereâs the kicker, she said it was her first time.â
Confusion.Â
âSo did you or did you not take her virginity?âJungkook crosses his arms. âNo, after that she just up and left.â âWait, fuckâ, Jungkook suddenly realises, âI didnât even make her cumâ, he groans and Taehyung bursts into laughter. This finally garners Jiminâs attention, his dazed eyes squinting. âWhoâs the girl?â Jungkook sighs, âif you were listening before you wouldâve heard me say that I donât know her.â Jimin leans forward,âwell can you at least describe her? I pretty much know everyone who attended the partyâ
Jungkook doesnât have to think that hard. âShe was wearing this plaid skirt and like a white top-â Jiminâs eyes widen, âHoly shit, Y/N?! Man, Jinâs gonna kill you.â This makes Jungkook pause, thoughts running back to the text he had received from Jin. âWait, theyâre not a thing are they?â Jimin chokes, âGod no, theyâve been family friends since like forever, Jinâs practically her protective older brother.â
That explained his text earlier. Jungkook furrows his brows, more questions beginning to arise and spill out of his mouth. âHow come Iâve never met her and if sheâs a virgin, then how- how did-â, Taehyung cuts in, âdude sheâs done other things before.â More confusion. âAnd how would you know that?â Taehyung smirks, shrugging as he gets up out of his chair. âI'm gonna get a drink, Jimin, you want anything?â God, his head is spinning. âSure, you know my usual.â
It was the way Taehyung spoke too casually, like your lifestyle choices were common knowledge. How the fuck hasnât he met you, yet his friends seem to be well acquainted with your existence? âWhat the fuck was that look?â He focuses on Taehyung from where he orders his drinks. âDid you see it Jimin? Kinda sus.â
Jimin remains nonchalant, blowing a strand of hair out of his sight before answering one of Jungkookâs urgent queries. âJin never introduced you to her because wellâŚâ He looks Jungkook up and down with an unimpressed look. âYou would get your grimy hands on her immediately. And Then after that, Itâs like she never existed â Jungkook opens his mouth, rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. âDonât argue with me boy, the second you met her, you already wanted her on your dick, did you not?â
Jungkook is shocked to say the least, jaw hanging open as Taehyung makes his way back to the table, drinks in hand. âOh God, what did you tell him?â Jungkook slams his fist on the table, yet again grabbing the attention of people around them. âThat is not true! I have standards, and what about you two. You guys are just as bad.â He points accusingly at the bruises peeking out of Taehyungâs loose shirt, âLook at Tae! Those hickies are probably a combination of the three girls he fucked last week!â
Jimin doesnât want to get kicked out of the cafe, so he attempts to calm down a soon to be raging Jungkook. âLook, to put it nicely, youâre a heartbreaker, you lead girls on whereas Tae and I actually tell people weâre not interested in anything more than a hookup.â
Jungkook seems to understand where heâs coming from. He can admit, he does have quite the reputation if the amount of times heâs been slapped in the face says anything. But now, with this newfound information, he can also admit that youâve certainly intrigued him, that was for sure.
Jungkook wants to see you again.
Not for a rump in the sheets, but rather a friendly conversation.Â
It was just his luck that he had heard through the grapevine that you had been invited to one of Jinâs small pool party get togethers. If Jungkook was being honest, heâs quite excited to be within your vicinity again but he knows he needs to keep his cool. Especially after the series of death threats and slaps on the neck from Jin. He shudders at the memory.
And so, Jungkook prepares himself more than he usually does. He wants to do it right this time. No flirty teasing, just friendly innocent conversation. He makes sure to carefully pick out the right swim shorts that display the thickness of his thighs. Not for any sexual gain, more so to show off the hours spent at the gym in hopes that maybe he can get you to become more interested in him as he is to you. He sounds desperate, and heâs sure youâre not that materialistic, but he has this nagging want to impress you somehow. He huffs and does a few pushups, for extra measure of course.
Heâs not sure as to why his brain decided to make him act this way. Youâre more or less a stranger to him. However, when Jungkook begins his short journey to Jinâs house he really lets himself think, which usually isn't a good idea.Â
Jungkook doesnât know you, but youâve definitely left an imprint in his mind which makes you all the more fascinating. Itâs news to him that you seem to be very close to his small circle of friends which is probably thanks to your deeply rooted friendship with Jin. That new piece of information had been bugging him since the day he met up with Taehyung and Jimin. Surely his reputation couldnât be the only reason why youâve never met him. Right?
Parking his car in Jinâs enormous driveway, he makes his way up to the grand front door. Sometimes he wishes he could live a life like Jin. He grew up being fed with a silver spoon his whole life. Having everything paid for instead of rolling in the miseries of college student debt.
Once Jungkook makes his way into the large house, he sets down the drinks he had brought onto the kitchen counter and watches his best friends goof around and enjoy the summer sun with a warm grin. He chuckles quietly when Jin pushes Jimin and his perfectly styled hair into the pool. Jimin screams a slur of curses while Jin quickly runs beside a sleeping Yoongi for protection.
Slipping out of his loose oversized shirt, Jungkook scans the entirety of Jinâs backyard, looking for the face that has been haunting him since that fateful night. Sheâs not here. He reexamines the pool seeing nothing but the chaotic mess of his favourite people, and he sighs. Just as he prepares to step out into the blazing sun, the sound of his stomach growling stops him in his tracks.Â
Thinking about you made him nervous. So nervous that his stomach couldnât bear the thought of breakfast. However, after the realisation that you hadnât arrived just yet, makes him do a full one eighty, long strides taking him to Jinâs expensive fridge.
His head is already deep into the fridge when he hears the sound of the sliding door opening, revealing a dripping Jin with a small scowl on his face. It seems Jimin finally got his revenge. âIâm starving you got any leftovers?â Jungkook queries, his head popping out from the cool air of the fridge.
Jin grabs a fresh towel and whacks it against Jungkookâs naked back. âWhatâs the point of even asking when youâre already going through my damn fridge!â Jungkook flashes Jin an innocent grin and glows when he discovers a small bowl of Chinese takeout.Â
It very quickly dawns on Jungkook that in order to enjoy a nice warm meal, he would need to heat it up. His stomach all but roars, not used to the lack of food in its system and Jungkook wants to cry. He wants to cry and it's not from the angry hunger pains, but rather something extremely laughable. He has to use a fucking microwave.Â
Youâre running late, thereâs sweat running down your brow and you feel like your arms will fall off any second. The weight of snacks and alcohol you had brought making you stagger as you finally enter Jinâs enormous home.
The one and only thing thatâs on your mind is the refreshing feeling of slipping into Jinâs pool while sipping on an iced beverage. This motivates you enough to put all the strength left in your exhausted being to speedily walk into the kitchen and throw everything onto the counter.Â
âAHH FUCK!â You flinch at the sudden scream, hugging your body protectively. Jungkook slowly pops out from behind the other side of the counter, his doe eyes big and wide. âYou fucking scared me Jesus!â He exclaims, running a hand through sweaty bangs.
The air had escaped your lungs long before you could utter your next sentence as the sight before you has you freezing. There he was, Jeon Jungkook in all his glory. Tanned skin and taut muscle sculpted by the Gods. You didnât mean to stare, but how could you not! Your eyes had a mind of their own. Heâs glorious, every single part of him, and youâre not even afraid to admit it. Your eyes are quick to eat him up, tracing the art staining the whole of his right arm and you wonder what every swirl of ink means to him.
Jungkook coughs awkwardly, going in to scratch at his neck. You imagined he would tease you about your obvious ogling, but it never came. Strange. âWhy were you hiding?â You ask, dropping your gaze from his body in order to arrange the snacks into neat piles, using it as an excuse to slowly step closer to him. âOh! Uh-â, he scratches his head, looking down at his feet before jumping five feet into the air, a startled gasp leaving his lips when the timer of the microwave goes off.Â
You burst into laughter and Jungkook flushes in embarrassment. Jin had told you about Jungkookâs embarrassing fear of microwaves but you never thought you would see it first hand. You hold in the laughs that tickle your throat and try to settle him down by lightly touching his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.
âAre you okay?â Youâre really close to him now. Your chest is practically pressed up against his and Jungkook gulps. How was it possible that you could look even more stunning than the last time he saw you? Your cheeks are glowing from the soft golden rays of the afternoon sun and the way you look up at him, your soft smile curling makes his head spin.
âYeah, Iâm goodâ, he breaks eye contact in embarrassment. âSorry, just uh, microwaves are scary you know?â You giggle up at him. Is this really Jungkook? The Jungkook youâve seen flaunting a new girl every week just to abruptly break her heart when he canât promise anything more than sex?Â
Youâre not complaining, heâs quite adorable like this.
Youâre not too sure why his personality has the sudden switch up. It could possibly be the fact that heâs with his closest friends and doesnât feel the need to put up his playboy persona. Although, the way he blushes when he looks at you plays a different story. Do you make him nervous? Surely not, if the memories of that heated night are anything to go by.
âSo uh, are you gonna head into the pool?â His empty stomach is long forgotten as he gestures to the large backyard, you nod up at him excitedly. Itâs then Jin decides to bust back into the kitchen, a stern gaze set on his face. âY/N, can I speak with you for a minute?â Jungkook cautiously takes a step away from you, your bodies no longer close to each other and you notice this with a small frown.
âYeah, sureâ, you relent walking over to Jin who places a protective arm around your shoulders. Unknowingly to you, Jin traps Jungkook down with a hard stare and signals Jungkook to go outside, to which he accepts with a nod.
âI know what youâre gonna say, and no I do not see him like thatâ, you cross your arms defensively. Jin sighs, âI just donât wanna see you get hurt again.â He places his hands on your shoulders, full lecture mode on. âLetâs face it, youâre a hopeless romantic, I canât trust that you wonât do something stupid, but you and Jungkook⌠Youâre both important friends of mine and-âÂ
Youâve heard his overprotective brotherly speech plenty of times, âI know, and Iâm so thankful that youâre looking out for me. I just donât see the harm in befriending him, youâve never let me speak to him before.â Jin releases his hold on your shoulders to fix the mess of his wet hair, âand there's a reason for that.â
Why was he so damn hard-headed. Jin loves Jungkook like he loves his family. It just didn't make any sense to you that Jin could approve of their friendship but when it comes to you, he completely shields you away from any interactions with the so called playboy.Â
âWhen are you going to stop protecting me from boys?â Jin senses your frustration immediately. âI may be younger than you, but Iâm also an adult just like you. An adult that can make her own choices.â You exhale slowly, âYouâve let me befriend your whole group and theyâve been nothing but wonderful to me, I donât see the wrong in getting to know Jungkook.âÂ
Jin lets his guard down. You do have a point, maybe he was being a little too overprotective. He gives you a soft smile, you look away.Â
âYouâre right, I am in no position to dictate your decisions and who you choose to hang around with, it was wrong of me to treat you like that. Jin looks out into the pool, watching Jungkook tackle Taehyung. âIâm sorry I was a bit too harsh, Jungkookâs a good kid, he just got into the wrong crowd at first. Although, you gotta promise to tell me if he hurts you, cause he knows I��ll beat his ass.âÂ
You laugh accepting his apology, âare you sure about that? Heâs a literal muscle pig.â You both begin to make your way outside and Jin shoves you slightly, âhey! You know Iâm right.â Jin shakes his head and brings you into a comforting hug. âYeah, yeah whatever.â He rolls his eyes, you beam up at him and together you walk out into the warm sunlight.
It hadnât even been a second since you stepped outside, and already Yoongiâs long term girlfriend, Jieun is squealing your way. âY/N! Iâm so happy you're finally here, the amount of testosterone out here was starting to make me feel faint.â You giggle at her exasperated tone, pulling her into a tight hug.Â
Nonchalantly you peel off your flowy sundress, itâs stickiness from your sweat making you cringe. âI missed you last week, why didnât you come to class?â Jiuen pouts, âI'm sorry bub, I somehow caught a cold, but I trust you have some notes for me.âÂ
The way Jieun flutters her lashes at you innocently forces a roll from your eyes. Slathering sunscreen onto your arms, you reprimand her, âI swear youâre only using me for my notes, you literally never listen in class! Can you get my back please?â
She hums while you turn around, her small hands kneading sunscreen from your shoulder bones to the small dip in your back. Jieun continues to blabber on about the joys of life, not even checking if youâre listening to a single word she says. Instead your eyes are zeroed in on a certain someone.
Your staring is blatantly obvious but you donât care. Itâs only when Taehyung spots your burning gaze with a small smirk does he signal Jungkook to turn around to meet your flirty grin. Â
Holy shit
The sun does a real great job of highlighting the gorgeous curves of your body adorned in quite possibly the smallest baby blue bikini heâs seen on a woman. Your breasts practically spill out of the tiny triangle cups and the pretty colour compliments your skin beautifully.Â
Whilst Jungkook can admit you have one of the hottest bodies heâs seen in a while, his eyes surprisingly don't linger on your delicious curves for too long. Instead, he finds himself utterly enamoured by the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile prettily at him, your cheeks glowing with it.Â
It suddenly dawns on him that you are the first girl that has truly enchanted him, and no, your ridiculously gorgeous body had little to do with it.Â
Jungkook does not mind this change one bit.Â
So, instead of staring at you like a gaping goldfish, he matches your flirtatious body language with a boyish grin and a small wave. His previous nerves dissipating only to be replaced by confidence and polished charm. He doesnât want to scare you off with his sudden look of epiphany just yet, but the new unfamiliar feeling you give him is surely doing exactly that.
âMy, my, Yoongi wasnât lying.â Jieun stifles a giggle when she notices how Jungkookâs attention has steered towards you and only you. Youâre quick to turn around, brows furrowed. âWhat are you on about?âÂ
âOh you know⌠You and Jungkookâ
You grimace, tired of the repeated topic of conversation. âJust because I sucked his dick once does not mean we're a thingâÂ
âOh really? Heâs asked me an awful lot of questions about you I was beginning to think otherwiseâ
âWait, really?â
Jieun has the widest cheshire grin plastered on her face, it's starting to look quite unsettling.
âReally.â
Youâre thoroughly shocked to say the least. You thought your fast, fleeting blowjob, sort of, was nothing special. A usual escapade to get his daily fill. Ordinary. Unmemorable.
However, it seems to be quite the opposite.
Jieun grabs your hand and swings it back and forth, exactly like a mother would do, although sheâs merely two years older than you. âI know Jinâs been up your ass about Jungkook and frankly I donât blame him heâs still a little shit from time to time but, heâs actually quite fun to be around and honestly I think his playboy tendencies seemed to dial down a bit since he met us.â The two of you giggle quietly amongst each other, quick feet making your way closer to the pool to avoid the scorching pavement.
Your toes are the first to dip into the pool and you practically moan at the cold water melting away the blistering haze that sticks onto your skin. The water is icy at your waist and you love it. âSo my advice would be not to worry about him, instead it's his little army of plastic bimbos that you should watch out for.âÂ
âAhh, internalised misogyny. We love to see it.âÂ
Jieun acknowledges you with a hum as the two of you float around the calming abyss. She then swims closer to you, nodding her head into the direction of a lonely Jungkook, who lazily stares at your alluring form. âI think your loverboy over there wants to talk to you.â
Jieun swims away before you can protest, leaving you to face the handsome man before you. His eyes are round and docile, yet his stare is tantalising, it pulls you in as if heâs slowly reeling you in with a rope.Â
The water delicately ripples around your body when you approach him and you internally sigh in awe at the striking features of his stunning face. You want to use this opportunity to finally get to know him, and perhaps form a new friendship.Â
You take note of the lack of Jinâs hawk-like eyes or for better the lack of any eyes on the two of you. Youâre alone, huddled into one of the far corners of the pool, your conversation private, just for two pairs of ears.Â
You open your mouth to speak, âSo-â
âI-â
An uncomfortable silence stills the air and you both halt your words to giggle quietly amongst yourselves. God, this is awkward.Â
âYou go firstâ, You offer, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook follows the subtle movement of your fingers before taking a deep breath.Â
âI feel like we should discuss the elephant in the roomâ
You're stunned. âHuh?â
âYou know⌠That Friday night?â
Of course you knew what he was referring too, yet you wondered why as you honestly didnât think that night had much impact on the man.Â
With a raised brow you ask, âWhat about it?â
âIâve just had a lot of... thoughtsâ
You scratch your head feeling puzzled. Youâre sure Jungkook has had better blowjobs in his lifetime. Hell, Jungkook did most of the work that night. âDo you usually discuss the past hookups you have, or am I just lucky today?â
Youâre teasing him, nevertheless Jungkook tilts his head back towards the sky. All he wants is clarification, only this conversation is heading down an awkward path, so he decides to spit out whatâs been bothering him for the past few days.
âOkay listen, I know this is odd to say, but ever since that night, Itâs like I canât get you out of my head.â
Your ego inflates at his statement and you smirk. You knew you could suck dick well, but according to Jungkook you seem to have quite the talent.
You smile proudly, âdamn, look at me go, I canât believe I have the campus playboy wrapped around my finger.â
Jungkook scoffs, both in annoyance and embarrassment because shit, he could have worded that differently, now he sounds like the clingy girls he fucks.
âYeah, yeah letâs not pretend like I was the only one enjoying myself here. Werenât you the one practically begging to be touched?âÂ
Youâre amused. âWerenât you the one who couldnât make me cum. Yet came from their own handjob?â
Jungkook tongues his cheek and looks away. The way you speak so casually intimidates him. No girl has ever spoken to him this way, in fact, Jungkookâs the one who usually likes to tease. He can slowly feel the creeping heat alighting his cheeks and God does he hope you donât notice.
You patiently wait for Jungkookâs reply, a sly grin adorned on your pretty face. However, Jungkook doesnât say anything, rather he frowns and immaturely splashes water at your face.Â
âJungkook!â You sputter, wiping at your face to rid of the chlorine in your eyes. âWhat the fuck was that for?â
He shrugs, âsorry my hand mustâve slippedâ
You donât take that for an answer, your petty nature crawling out as you splash him back harder than he had done. âHand slipped, my ass.â
You cross your arms smugly, a small laugh blossoming out of your mouth when Jungkook cutely rubs at his eyes.Â
Itâs after a minute when you realise Jungkook hasnât stopped furiously rubbing his eyes. The circular motions of his hand move so intensely that it begins to look painful and irritating. âFuck, it stingsâ, he exclaims in agony.
Shit, you inwardly curse, gently touching his wrist, concern lacing your features because you didnât think getting chlorinated water in one's eye would sting that much. You analyse his facial expressions closely and you wince at the redness surrounding his eyes from his harsh rubbing.Â
On the contrary, Jungkook knows exactly what heâs doing. Heâs competitive and wonât back down from a fight, even if itâs just fun banter, so he continues his little scheme just for the fun of it and hides his small grin under his large hands.
Youâre now slightly panicked, âfuck, Jungkook Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to hit the water that hard I-â
Jungkook cracks.
Ever so slowly, he peeps his eyes out at you and watches with a mischievous smirk as your face morphs from alarmed to annoyed in less than a millisecond.
You tighten your grip on his wrist and attempt to slap his hard chest with your free hand, however Jungkookâs reflexes are fast and he grasps your hand tightly, a teasing glint in his eye.Â
âYou little shit-â
All of a sudden a loud holler is heard from the front door, rousing a relaxed Jin out of his chair as he sprints while simultaneously yelling at the ruckus being made. Itâs then a stampede of both familiar and unfamiliar faces come crashing in. Some jump straight into the pool to cool off from the blazing sun while others rush to the table of assorted alcohol, desperate to get an ounce of it in their system.
Word seemed to go around about Jinâs supposed small get-together unbelievably fast, causing the once tranquil Kim Seokjin into a raging volcano.Â
Youâre pressed right up against Jungkookâs solid chest and he surprisingly pays you no mind, even though your perky tits are deliciously pushed up perfectly against his body. Jungkookâs eyes are not settled on them, rather he pays close attention to the amount of people dangerously plunging into the pool at a fast rate.
Jungkook protectively hugs your shoulders to shield you from the rowdy party goers who definitely do not understand the definition of personal space. Your heart swells when he then delicately places your head in the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your fairly exposed body, essentially guarding you from frantic wet limbs and ignorant individuals.
You feel comfortable and safe, so comfortable that you wouldnât mind staying like this for a while if it werenât for the throng of college students delving into the cooling water.Â
Jinâs house begins to fill with unexpected guests very quickly and you wonder how Jin is handling the situation. You suppose not very well when you see him whipping people with towels, red ears making an appearance and his booming voice following him.
Jungkook wants to get out and heâs sure you feel the same way which is why he smoothly slots his hand into your own, long fingers wrapping around your hand to carefully pull you through the growing crowd of people in the pool.
Whilst pushing past a variety of college students you are met with many stares, even worse, numerous envious eyes and whispers of possible gossip. You try your best to avoid their gazes, the hard stares reminding you of the last time Jungkook held your hand to push through groups of people.Â
Water drips down the curves of your body and lands in little pools around you when you step out of the pool. At this point youâve garnered even more turning heads that examine every inch of your skin closely. Their stares itch your skin and you feel akin to an animal kept in a zoo enclosure, curious eyes breaking down your confidence, you want to hide.Â
You usually like to pride yourself on your confidence because you know youâre hot and you know your worth. It had taken many failed relationships to build up your self love and nourish the scars and memories of questioning if youâre good enough.Â
You fight on and squeeze Jungkookâs hand, mostly for some sort of reassurance. It shocks you when he astonishingly squeezes back and softly rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. Itâs almost as if he knows how youâre feeling.Â
You glance up at him shyly. Jungkook keeps his eyes straight ahead. He smiles a different kind of smile than the one he had directed to you a few hours ago. His lips are in a permanent smug smirk. His usual playboy smile. He flashes it at everyone as if heâs asking for their approval and even goes in to high-five a few people who are unrecognisable to you. You soon realise that this is what Jungkook thrives on. People, validation and his notorious reputation heâs created for himself.
Jungkook lights up at the presence of crowds, flirty smiles and people calling his name, whereas you want to crawl into your skin and run away because from the perspective of outsiders it looks like youâre just another one of Jungkookâs flings that will soon be forgotten by next week.
Well, you hope you wonât turn out to be one of them.
At last you find yourself away from the heart of the party, your dress in hand but your body still wet nonetheless. Jungkook is in the same state as yourself, droplets of water dribbling from his dark hair and onto the timber flooring. He leans into your ear, âIâll go get us some towels, stay here.â
Heâs gone before you can reply, making small conversation when he passes by various people, his boisterous laugh echoing down the halls.Â
Youâre alone now, and defenceless at that. Thereâs not many people you know here, besides the few odd people you share a class with and some sleazy frat boys that hold a similar reputation to Jungkook. You want to find Jieun so you can hug her or maybe ask her if she can take you home, but she is nowhere to be found.
Fuck, You remember leaving your bag on the kitchen table, unsupervised with many personal belongings stowed away inside. Using your dress to cover the most of your exposed skin like a blanket, you stride over to the kitchen and sigh in relief when you find your bag untouched and in perfect condition.
Snatching up your bag, you grab your phone and immediately text Jieun to find out where the fuck sheâs hiding, but thereâs a part of you that knows sheâs probably fucking Yoongi somewhere. Traitor.
Jungkook finds you to be in a completely different part of the house than where he asked you, one towel wrapped around his neck and the other draped over his arm. You havenât noticed him yet, your frantic fingers texting a treacherous Jieun, âprincess, didnât I tell you to stay put?â
Youâre startled. Switching your phone off you stick your arm out, waiting for Jungkook to pass you the towel but he doesn't. Jungkook gently pushes your shoulders so that you turn away from him and carefully wraps the towel around your body like a cape. You hold the edges of the fabric to help him hug the towel around yourself, keeping it tighter to your body.
Your voice is quiet, âthank you.â
Jungkook leans down to meet your face, âWhat was that?â
Even though Jungkook had been in the pool longer than you, his cologne still sticks to his skin and you kind of want to breathe more of it in, but that would be weird.
âOh, I said thank you.â
Youâre close to him again, although this time he towers over you with a look almost identical to a predator meeting its prey.
Jungkookâs eyes flirt around your face and descend. He shamelessly drinks up the swell of your breasts and whatever skin is visible amidst the fluffy towel around you. Itâs strange. You had noticed Jungkook doing the exact same thing when you were alone with him. The difference though was that his looks were cursory as if he didnât want to make you uncomfortable. Now, It's like a new persona had taken over him and he was ready to pounce at any sign of a green light.Â
Heâs stuck in a trance, fuckboy tinted glasses fogging his vision.
You force out a giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, âmy eyes are up here, you know.âÂ
His reply comes lighting fast, heâs definitely been in this position before. âI know, just admiring them.â
Jungkook wants to hit himself the second his reply spewed out of his mouth. He desperately wants to reassure your unimpressed (though also very cute) face, because goddammit he wanted to be respectful. Jungkook knows he has a tendency to slip into a new personality when the right amount of people hyped him. Call it being two faced, he knows it's one of his fatal flaws.Â
âI'm sorry.âÂ
He says it genuinely.Â
Jungkook only just got to properly meet you, he doesnât want to give you the wrong impression! He can admit, your first ever official meeting (moreso hookup) wasnât ideal, yet the way Jin dragged him through the mud undoubtedly made him understand that you werenât the type of woman that should ever undergo the treatment he puts his hookups through. Scratch that, any woman shouldnât be treated the way Jungkook treats them.
You're now fully covered under the towel, not a sliver of skin on display. You donât know if his apology was genuine. âItâs ok I guess, I expected nothing less from you anyways.â
âRight.â Heâs messed up.
You clear your throat, âIâm gonna go get changed, maybe look for Jieun unless-â
Jungkook finishes your sentence, â-sheâs fucking Yoongi.â
You exhale, âyeah.â
âJeon Jungkook!â
The voice makes you halt at its familiar tone. Jungkook doesnât notice your growing panic as he too freezes in his spot.Â
No, it canât be.
The world plays in slow motion when he walks into your line of vision. His assertive stride, smug smile and sharp eyes.
Jeong Suho.
His name explodes inside of you like a blistering fire yet your heart feels ice cold. He is the very man you have spent weeks trying to avoid and even more trying to get out of your head.
The world plays at a normal speed when he approaches Jungkook. Their facial expressions are the same, the way they greet each other is the same. Theyâre practically the same breed of fuckboy, born from the same mother.
âBeen awhile since Iâve seen you around.â
Jeong Suho was a person that Jungkook didnât really mind, In fact there was a point in Jungkookâs life where he wouldâve considered Suho to be one of his closest friends. They were two peas in a pod freshmen year of college. Never giving a fuck about their education and always present for any opportunity to get completely wasted with as many girls they could possibly seduce. Nowadays, Jungkook would rather keep his distance from him.
On the contrary, you were one of the many girls that had fallen deeply for Suhoâs alluring charm. You fell so hard, you thought that maybe just maybe there was a possibility that you could secure a future with him. Obviously that was not the case.
You thank your lucky stars that Jungkook was there to distract Suho while you make your haste escape. All you need to do now is somehow locate an unoccupied bathroom, preferably without having to walk in on someone getting it on, and then you could get the hell out of there.
You must admit, you look quite ridiculous right now. Navy blue towel wrapped tightly around your body, your small head peeking through. You could probably pass as some form of E.T cosplay right now. You donât care if you look rude, pushing and shoving whoever stands in your way. You only have one goal and youâre so so close to succeeding-
âWait, Y/N! Is that you?â
Fuck.
Do you run? Maybe duck behind some poor innocent student looking for a good time? You huff, you're already sticking out like a sore thumb, thereâs no use in trying to hide when the enemy has already spotted you. Even worse Jungkook motions you over with a wide gleaming smile. If only he knew how much youâre dreading this interaction.
Grudgingly, you walk over, looking like an irritated gremlin with your towel still firmly secured around you. Jungkook makes matters worse by pushing the towel off your head, releasing your scruffy ball of hair. You grimace.Â
âI didnât know you knew Y/N?â
Suho sends a smirk your way. You however, glower.
âYeah we go way back, donât we baby?â
You force a tight lipped smile, howbeit you look as if you have a mild case of constipation.Â
âSure.â It comes out rough through gritted teeth.
Suho notes your frustration, a sly grin carving onto his punchable face. He turns towards Jungkook, seemingly blocking you from their conversation, yet you know Suho wants you to hear what he has to say.
âYou know itâs a shame. Y/Nâs gorgeous, ten outta ten body, knows how to put it to good use, however she never let me fuck her. Donât you think thatâs weird?â
Jungkook stays silent for a minute, eyeing your shaking fists and angry eyebrows. Jungkook may be dumb, but he sure knows how to read a room, thus leading him to the conclusion that your relationship with Suho isnât something youâre very fond of and that he should probably get you out of here.
âUhhh no, thatâs not weird at all actually. What I think is weird is the fact that you think you have this sick claim on every girl youâve defiled and even worse, youâve always had this strange need to chase after every virgin you see like some perverted cherry picker. Yeah, thatâs weird.â
Suho laughs right in his face, spit grossly tickling his skin. âThatâs rich coming from you Jeon, weren't you quite the cherry picker in your freshman days, no?â
Jungkook doesnât know what he expected from this conversation. It definitely wasnât this.
It's obvious that Jungkook isnât a saint, he really fucking far from it. Although, one thing's for sure, itâs his absolute hatred for the way his brain was wired in his freshman year of college. Yes, Jungkook still remains as one of the standing campus fuckboys but heâs gained a few more brain cells since then.Â
Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, only to be met with Suhoâs back as he turns his attention towards you.
âY/N, darling if I were you iâd make a run for it, ya know keep your chastity intact or whatever.â His smile is saccharine sweet, though his words are sickly sour.
The months of pent up anger stored within your being bubbles and overflows like a bad science experiment. Youâve quickly decided that nowâs that time to expose the shitty excuse of a man, and quite frankly you donât care that you have an audience. Actually, an audience would make this all the better.
Your finger is strong, pointing accusingly at his broad chest. âYou know what you stupid motherfucker? Donât waltz in here with that dumb smile of yours when you know you have some disgusting cheesy infection growing down there.â
Suhoâs eyes widen slightly. It was no secret he was a walking STD, just about infecting every girl that was naive enough to sit on his dick.Â
Everyone at the party has definitely stopped to listen to what you have to say. You even spot Jin from the corner of your eye sending you a proud smile. âAnd while we're on the topic of cheese, Learn how to wash your fucking dick!â
You donât let him have a moment to speak, grabbing Jungkookâs hand and pulling him out of the house.
A few people applaud, some girls praise you on your way out. You give them no mind, youâve had enough for tonight. Â
Jungkook starts his car, no questions asked. Itâs obvious to him that thereâs bad blood between you and Suho. What you donât know is that Jungkook can also relate.Â
Technically there was no bad blood between them, moreso the hurtful memories and manipulation Suho put him through. To put it simply, Suho was probably the worst influence Jungkook could ever have as a vunerable freshman.Â
The crunch of gravel and soft melodies that spill out of Jungkookâs radio converse with eachother and fill the defeaning silence that sits between you and Jungkook.Â
Jungkook doesnât even know where heâs going, he just drives.Â
Every so often he checks up on you from the corner of his eye. Your knees stick tightly together and point away from him. Your fingers curl and uncurl, leaving cresent moons in your skin. And to finish it off, your face remains still, hostility completely washing over your features. If Jungkook didnât know any better he would think youâd jump out of his car and make a run for it at the chance of him stopping the car.
Itâs seven sniffles later when Jungkook decides he knows where he should take you.
The night sky is clear and the stars burn brightly to accompany the full round moon. Itâs the perfect setting for release and maybe a screaming session if youâre up for it.
Jungkook makes a stop behind a forest of tall trees and a dirt path. You sit up immediately.Â
âWhere are we?â Your eyes are rimmed with tears, âI want to go home.â
Jungkook shuts the engine off, âyou never told me where you live.â
âWell you never asked!â
Maybe you shouldnât have yelled because from the looks of it, Jungkook just wants to help you out and clearly youâre not being the friendliest right now.Â
You curl back into yourself, âsorryâ, another sniffle.
Jungkook brings your fists into his hands and warmly opens them up. You refuse to look at him, it doesnât deter Jungkook one bit.
Tenderly he brings a finger under your chin, gradually bringing your eyes up to his. Jungkook takes his time with you, careful to not set you off until youâre face to face with his warm eyes.Â
âI brought you here because itâs apparent we both need let out some pent up steam.â He drags his fingers delicately across the curve of your chin and back into his lap. His touch is fleeting, you miss it already. âI just thought you may want to vent or just shout out into the void, itâs up to you.â You nod, fully trusting Jungkookâs intentions. âAnd at any time you feel like going home just say the word and Iâll take you there, okay?âÂ
Your heart swells in adoration at his caring nature, though you canât help but wonder how he can have such a sudden change in personality depending on where he is and who heâs with. Itâs unnerving.Â
Jungkook clicks his seatbelt off and heads out the car, âput your dress back on princess, Iâll be out here waiting for you.â You mutter your confirmation and do as he asks.
The cool summer air kisses your skin and runs through your hair as you step out of the car. Jungkook is already by your side dressed in an oversize hoodie with another in his hand as well as a fuzzy blanket.Â
Jungkook steps closer to you, holding the hem of his hoodie to slip over your body. Without a second thought you raise your hands causing Jungkook to chuckle at how cute you look dwarfed in his clothes.
The same cologne you smelled on his skin earlier lingers on every fibre of fabric around you. His scent is everywhere, swirling around your head, instantly calming down your anxieties. You smile at him, âLead the way Jungkook.â
Jungkook leads you up a small hill and you notice the trees opening up to display a lush field of grass. However, the sight before you leaves you in absolute wonder. You stand completely still and take it all in.Â
The night sky is dark but the city below illuminates is beautifully. Your gaze bounces over all the buildings, skyscrapers and their dazzling bright lights. Itâs peaceful up here, you decide as you take a glimpse of the hundreds of tall structures looking so tiny, so ant-like.
Jungkook is settled behind you, his legs comfortably folded underneath himself. He remembers what it was like the first time he saw the view, which is why he doesnât blame your stunned silence and glazed eyes.Â
âHow did you find this place?â
You find your way towards Jungkook and plant yourself right beside him. âI donât know, I was just driving aimlessly one night and found it, Itâs nice right.â
You hum, âitâs beautiful.â
Jungkook murmurs in agreement as you lie down on the woolly blanket beneath you. The stars twinkle and glimmer amongst the deep blue sky, creating a serene experience. You shut your eyes.
âI hate him.â
Jungkook looks down at you, you donât see him though. âSuho?â
âYeahâ, you exhale deeply, âI canât believe I had to see him again.â
Although Jungkook knows you canât see him, he swivels his body around to face you properly. âDid you guys date or something?â
You scoff, âpffft you know Suho doesnât date anyone.â You open your eyes, meeting a pair of round docile ones. You continue, âSuho was the first guy who every gave me an ounce of attention. Before him guys never looked my way. Jungkook remains silent, letting you pour out whatâs on your mind.
âSuho had me fooled, I thought I was special to him, thought he saw something in me that was different from the others. Turns out that was his game after allâ
You speak so animatedly, your hands wave around in the air, your eyebrows scrunch when the memories come back to you. âItâs stupid really, how I used to gush to him about finding the one person in the universe that was created just for me. I guess he used this as my weak point.âÂ
Inhale, exhale.Â
âHe made me believe he was that special person for me, used it as an excuse to pressure me into sex.â A tear rolls down the side of your face, falling perfectly in a straight line. âI almost gave in, but something just felt so wrong. Every time I said no he would call me terrible names, tell me that no one would want me if I never gave them what they wanted. And I believed him.â
Another tear escapes your wet orbs, Jungkook is there to wipe it this time.
âI broke it off after I found out he fucked my roommate and gave her some disease.â You chuckle, âI guess Iâm lucky I never let him fuck me huh?âÂ
Jungkookâs heart breaks at your saddened eyes and the way Suho treated you, he sweeps a stray hair out of you face. âI think you dodged a bullet there princess, what he did to you was pure evil, no one, and especially you donât deserve thatâ
You sit up, wiping remaining tears and thanking him as you go, âItâs your turn now.â You pat his thigh, âtell me why Suho got you so riled up tonight.â
Jungkook shuffles in his spot, âItâs actually kind of similar to you.â
You gasp sarcastically, âno way he pressured you into sex too?â
He laughs, eyes squeezing shut, âNo, no, nothing like that.â
You lean closer to Jungkook, giving him the same attention he had given you. âMy father left when my mother found out she was pregnant with me, so growing up I had no male figure present in my life. My mother stopped at nothing to give me that to the point that almost every week Iâd wake up and see a new man drinking out of my favourite mug. I didnât mind it because I was only a child and some part of me always hoped they would stay, but they never did.â
âMy mom was a hopeless romantic. She held so much sentimental and idealistic views on love that it stuck to me. She always told me that there was someone special out there just for me.â You smile at the similar belief, Jungkook sighs.Â
âCut to college, Suho was the first friend I made. I had no experience with girls whatsoever, and I still held on to my motherâs faith. Whenever I talked to Suho about it he would always shut me down or make fun of me.â
âHe told me that all my feelings are bullshit, and that I only felt that way because Iâve never hooked up with anyone before. Next thing I knew we were going to parties every week getting absolutely shitfaced and fucking every girl I laid eyes on.â
You nod, listening intently. âAnd tonight, he hit a nerve. What he said made me realise that Iâm just as bad as him. He moulded me into this person and now I have a reputation.â
Jungkookâs eyes drop, âhe broke my concept of love before I even got to experience it.â
You never knew Jungkook was in a place like this. You always thought he was like Suho, built to break hearts and show no emotion when it came to love. Jungkook was nothing like that. His heart was truly big, desperately longing for someone.
Placing your hand on top of his own you comfort him as best as you can, âoh, Jungkook, trust me when I tell you this, the love in your heart is not broken. Think about it, most people youâve met have been through college right?â He nods, âthere are so many other people out there that youâve never met, soon youâll be able to find that someone and learn how to love. I know you present yourself as this emotionless playboy, but once you let that part of you go itâll feel so freeing.â
Jungkook stares deeply into your eyes, heâs so thankful that he decided to bring you here, he canât contain his happiness.Â
âCan I like, hug you?â Jungkook asks shyly. You smile, and itâs so big and bright Jungkook might as well be staring at the sun. Before he knows it, youâre tackling him into the most wholesome hug heâs ever had. Youâre warm and you smell like vanilla, It feels like home.
âGet upâ, he says abruptly, extending his arm to pull up your confused self.
âWhat-â, Jungkook cuts you off, âhave you ever just let yourself scream?â
Jungkook has intertwined your hands together, and your heart pounds at the realisation of how well they fit together. âWell, no but I assume thatâs what weâre about to do right now.â
He pulls you closer to the edge of the small hill, the view of the city sparkles right in front of you. âOn the count of three, one- two- three!â
You scream, you let it all out and God does it feel refreshing.
The two of you sound utterly insane, but none you give a single fuck. You scream until your lungs burn and your throat itches you to stop.
The volume of both of your voices ring out into the night sky only for the moon, stars and yourselves. The night is still young but Jungkook wouldnât have it any other way.
With you he lets go of everything, all the past mistakes, all the hurt because at this moment he feels like he could fly, soar into the clouds.Â
He feels infinite.
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â HAIKYUU BOYS HAVING A TEA PARTY WITH YOUR DAUGHTER
ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, iwaizumi hajime
note: female reader âźď¸ watch me write about dad!haikyuu all the moments I didn't have with my own sperm donor
MIYA ATSUMU after a long day at work, you were coming home a little more late than usual and as you were opening the door with a sigh, the first thing you listen is âPEASANT, DO NOT TOUCH THE QWEEN CWONâ, yeah thatâs definitely your daughter and your pretty sure that the âpeasantâ is your, oh so-called husband. Curiosity took the best of you, now you were behind your daughterâs door listen carefully what atsumu was saying to her, âWHATYA MEANT PEASANT? I WANNA WEAR A CROWN TOO YA KNOW!â your daughter gasps in disbelieve, âdaddy, mom is da queen, Iâm da princess and yer the peasant! And clearly, mommy isnât here so donât touch her cwon!â One thing you know is that you wouldnât like to see and hear a screaming match between the peasant and the princess in question, thinking that stepping in is the best option, you said âwhatâs the matter in here?â, next thing you know, your daughter with his big brown eyes that she got from her father, comes running at you, screaming âmomm- I mean queen! Yeah, queen! yer just on time for the tea party, this peasant needs to learn some mannersâ you picked her up, enjoying the way her little arms go around your neck, âyeah? What did dada do this time?â while her face is on your neck, she tells you with a whisper âpsss mom, he is not dad now, remember is tea party timeâ and now with her voice a little more loud she announces to you what he did âhe wanted to use ya cwon! Â Literally had to scream at him cause of that! Peoples this time are onbelivabolâ the las part coming with a sigh, âugh I now right? Why donât we teach him some manners then?â After a little thinking, your daughter tells you âuh-huh! Yer right my queen, now I will leave to the bathroom and come back to continue this celebrationâ. While she leaves, atsumu comes at you with a back hug asking if ya really taking her side? with a low tone, so you replied with âof course Iâm taking her side, sheâs a child, our child in factâ atsumu looks at you with big eyes and tells you âshe is right, people these times are onbelivabol but I still love you my queenâ, now facing him, noses and foreheads touching each other you whisper to him âI love you to my peasantâ and after a little chuckle you continue âthank you so much for thisâ.
 BOKUTO KOUTAROU he always had tea parties with his daughter on Mondays after his volleyball practice with the MSBY. He couldnât go to last week's party because of an away game, and he was devasted and promised her little princess that he would get her something. Now he is coming home from the airport with three Elsa dresses, one for his precious child, the other for his precious wife, and the last one for him, it was very difficult to find one of his size cause of his beefy body, but if he promises his little girl something, he is gonna make it without a doubt. âHEY HEY HEY! GUESS WHOS HOMEâ he screams while putting his suitcase down âHEY HEY HEY DADDY! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! MOMMY IS MAKING DINNER WHILE I PREPARED OUR SUPER DUPER EXTRA TEA PARTY!!â he picks her up with one arm, making his way to the kitchen to involve you in a hug with the arm he had free âwe missed you, kouâ snuggling into his neck, and while his arm tightens around you he replies with a soft tone âmissed my two girls too, so muchâ he puts her daughter on the floor again and tells her âmissy I have a surprise for our tea party, why donât you finish the preparations and then mom and I are gonna go there with dinner? Sounds good?â whit a little nod she answers with âyeah dada, that sounds goodâ. After hearing her enter her room you ask your husband what did he get for her, and when he tells you he didnât get one, not two but three princess dresses youâre over the moon, the fuck youâre going to do with three dresses? you donât question him and keep cooking as if you wouldnât have to put on a frozen show in less than half an hour. âBABY IM COMING TO YOUR ROOM WITH HOT FOOD, BE CAREFULLâ the little girl sees you in all your glory, with the most beautiful Elsa dress she ever saw âMAMA, WHY YOU DIDNT TOLD ME ELSA LET YOU BORROW HER DRESS? YOU'RE SO PWETTY!â laughing a little at her comment you decide that it was the best to tell her is a secret between adults, excited to see her reaction when her dad comes to her room with the same dress on him and a little one for her. âIM COMING IN!â your husband yells and your daughterâs eyes are the bigger you ever saw them, running like the flash to steal the dress that was in his dad's hands. âDaddy, that dress is so pwetty on you, and there's one for me! We are all matching! And now we are gonna have our four curse, ugh no, cruse, ump corse, mommy how do I say it?â, âcourse darling, four meal course. Now dada, why donât you come to eat with us this fancy dinner?â after nodding and making his way to the both of you, bokuto thinks he is gonna ask for another kid one of these days.
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One Last Time 02Â â Â Pjm. (M)
⢠pairing: Jimin X Reader
⢠Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst
⢠Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. Youâre trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does JiminâŚ
⢠Song : xxxxx
⢠Previous : 00  01
⢠Word Count :Â
⢠Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know Iâm forgetting some but sorry in advance!
⢠Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken
⢠Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?
Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full nightâs sleep hasnât happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.
Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl thatâs somewhere around the apartment complex. Youâd only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots.Â
A missed call from your uncle.Â
Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasnât as bad as you think. Heâs the only parental figure left in your life.
ââ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.â���
His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.
ââHey Charlie.â You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You canât help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb. Sheâs so small under the shining moonlight from your window.
Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.
Now sheâs a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong.Â
â Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someoneâs house.ââ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.
The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ââ Oh- was it Jiminâs? Tell him I said hell-ââ
You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesnât know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to âset the record straight.â to Jimin. Thatâs the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.
ââ It was his brotherâs house warming party.â You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.
It was taken at  Marne-la-VallĂŠe, France right infront of Cinderellaâs castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.
ââ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.â
You shrug, â I mean you could say that.ââ
No you cant.
ââ Alright alright I wonât talk more of him. Letâs change the subject.â He chuckles deeply into the phone.
ââ Howâs Europe? Anything new happening on base?â
ââ Same old Same old. Itâs been what? 2 years since Iâve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They donât have kimchi pancakes sadly.â
You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesnât approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.
You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, â Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?ââ
ââ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...â He trails off.
Oh boy. Here he goes. Heâs always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, heâs been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately werenât ready to leave yet.
Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dadâs bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.
On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didnât take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you canât ask for anyone better than him.
 âYou are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-â
You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ââ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.â
ââ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.ââ
ââ Okay Charlieâ You groan.
ââ Alright.. sweetie itâs getting late on this side and itâs already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Donât you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.ââ
ââ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. Itâs been a while since Iâve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Donât injure yourself.ââ
ââ I promise. You promise to do the same right?ââ He says, rustling movements are in the background.
ââ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..ââ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.
He chuckles one last time on the other end, ââIâll always love you, goodnightââ
Beep Beep Beep
You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. Itâs supposed to symbolize the âNight Afterââ. Cameraâs click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.
Nobody in this companyâs industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. Itâs not like you donât like it but you donât like that they label you as that. Stylists, employeeâs hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. Itâs not bad, but itâs just weird.
ââ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.ââ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.
You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.
Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ââThatâs it mama yes! Thatâs just what we needed!ââ
Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ââ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.ââ
Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. Itâs been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ââ Night Afterââ. Â As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.
A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.
ââ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. Itâs short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.ââ
Money? Sounds like a plan.
ââ Itâs fine. Who am I shooting for?ââ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.
Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You canât help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.
On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.
ââ Kim Namjoon.ââ
You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? Itâs been well⌠a year since youâve seen him in person. Hell since youâve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.
You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.
ââ FromâŚ?ââ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.
Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ââ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.ââ
Thank goodness.
ââ Thatâs fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?ââ
ââ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. Iâll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-ââ
ââ No no itâs truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.ââ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.
ââ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?ââ
The day ends very well. The movies youâve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.
ââWhat is going on with myself.ââ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.
You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.
Why is it that you werenât enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.
Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-
You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly itâs a text from Jeon Jungkook.
Kookie : Im coming over Iâll be there in exactly 3 minutes.
Kookie: Donât think about leaving either.
Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.
Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.
You roll your eyes at the nickname heâs given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. Thereâs no point in asking anymore.
Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person heâs bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.
As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. Thatâs something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.
ââ Jeon fucking Jungkook!ââ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.
Jungkookâs expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.
Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.
ââ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..ââ
You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the rightâs harder than usual. ââ Two, you fucking invite him over here.ââ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.
Youâve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. â Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-â
You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.
ââ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.ââ
Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you arenât having it.
ââ Donât you do it.â You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.
Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ââ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.â
ââ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldnât be here so-â
â Good. Get out you are unwanted.â You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.
Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. â Enough! â
Yelling. Something else you donât like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.
He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.
ââ I gathered us here to talk about you..â
ââ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!ââ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?
ââ Baby.. ââ
Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didnât want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.
ââ Donât call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.ââ
ââ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?ââ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.
Jiminâs the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.
ââ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You arenât okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didnât. It looks like youâve been dropping weight day by day why arenât you eating well?ââ
Youâre taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.
ââ Jealous? Jealous tuh.â You scoff, leaning into Jungkookâs arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jiminâs reaction and by the look on his face he doesnât enjoy that move one bit.
ââ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-
ââ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.â Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.
You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, â So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.ââ
He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a little, â Honestly itâs not like that. I wasnât there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. Itâs a little sketchy is all.â
Thereâs no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what heâs trying to say. You donât have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. Itâs best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.
ââ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then sheâll definitely deal with you.ââ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.
Mad isnât even the word to describe yourself right now. Youâre just a mixture of all emotions.
Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.
Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ââ Iâll be leav-â
ââ Sit down we arenât done talking.âÂ
He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.
Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldnât of said it. âPlease better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.â
ââ Make it home safely.. Kookie.â You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now youâre here. Face to face with Park Jimin.
The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you havenât seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.
ââ Youâve been doing well?ââ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.
ââ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Donât do this because of me.â
ââ Jimin you donât know the feeling. You donât know how it feels to be left wondering why you werenât good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You donât understand at all and wont ever.ââ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.
He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ââ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.ââ
One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins itâs running trip but you sniffle it back up.
ââ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didnât you? Didnât you?ââ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take itâs way over.
He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, â Baby..ââ
You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. â I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I canât sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. Whatâs their secret?ââ
Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurtâs you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.
ââ Please donât do that. Donât do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I donât like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.â He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.
Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? Heâs being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldnât be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.
ââ What does she have that I donât? Why couldnât you love me the same way you love her â You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.Â
Youâd been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.
ââ Please donât make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.â Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when heâs the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.
You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, â Donât cry Jimin. Iâm the one supposed to be crying over you. Donât cry.ââ
He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, âPlease promise me you will move on okay?ââ
You shake your head no, â I canât make that promise.â
He doesnât say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You donât think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.
Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead. Â A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you donât want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.
ââ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. â
Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door. Â You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just donât make a sound.
The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know heâs already gone.
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Drive // Damiano David // Playlist fics
words // 1016
warnings // kind of angsty feelings but mostly caring!damiano sooo yeah
pairing // Damiano David x GN!Reader
author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. song is drive by ashton irwin. Also I changed the plot that I originally thought of because 1. i forgot my original plot lol and 2. i read the lyrics to the song and apparently I had heard some words wrong so it sparked a new, fluffier scenario
for some reason i only realized i didn't put any tags on it over a week later
request // nope
summary // Reader's partner breaks up with them letting some harsh words before leaving. Damiano is there to hear where it hurts most and pick his friend back up. Only thing is he is in love with them.
Y/N was still hurting. The tears were still fresh and the thoughts never wondering from the leaving man. They still heard the voicemails he left in the past, the same ones that heâs say how much he loved them, how amazing and important they were. They were all but a painful lullaby now, one that would put Y/N to sleep but not before sobbing their eyes out in attempt to heal the pain.
Damiano could sense his best friendâs pain, but even if he had a hard time deciphering peopleâs emotions, Y/Nâs state was a tell all of their inner world. They were hurting, excessively, words still ringing in their head like a bell. Maybe I never loved you. Damiano would not waste any time comforting his friend, drying their tears, holding them close, letting them know that he understood how unfair it was, never forgetting to remind them of their worth. Y/N never spoke, though. They kept everything in, simply taking in Damianoâs care, afraid to speak to him about it.
It had been days in that never changing state. A constant cycle of wake up, cry, sleep and all over again the next day. They refused to eat, refuse to get out the room unless it was utterly necessary⌠Damiano could not take it anymore. He did not want to push them but they had to break that pattern they found themselves in. âGet up, weâre going out,â he said walking into their room, placing a sweatshirt of his along with some of their shorts on the bed - noting how although it was summer the breeze would make them feel cold, and he couldnât have that happening.
âGo take a shower, get dressed and Iâll be waiting for you,â he said already starting to work on de-cluttering their little depression room.
The clock read 22.32, it was late, all too late to even attempt to get up. âWhatâs gotten into you, Dami? What are you doing - hey leave that where it was! What are you doing?â
The man took a deep breath, sitting himself on the crumbled up bedsheets, hand on his friendâs leg. âListen, amore. I know how much he hurt you, I know, but you canât stay like this forever,â he paused taking in their state. Eyes red from crying and puffy, their lips swollen from the frequent naps - oh how he wanted to kiss them right now - no no no, Damiano, you canât be thinking that.
âLetâs go get some take out, drive around downtown⌠We donât even have to talk, we can just play music. But please, get up.â He was pleading, just like his heart. He could not bare the person he so dearly loved, even if they did not know it, to hurt like that, to close off and hide away from him. It should have never been an option in his mind.
Y/N whispered a soft ok before vacating the bed. Damiano was already on his feet, placing the clothes on the bathroom counter, helping his love with anything they needed before their shower, and then walking back into the room, making it look less overwhelming and more âsecureâ, sitting on the bed after he finished waiting patiently.
It did not take long for Y/N to be done with getting ready, already feeling slightly better. âThank you,â they breathed out, hugging Damiano close. He plainly chuckled, hands rubbing their back and lips on their temple, leaving small kisses. I love you, âYouâre welcome.â
Getting into the car and getting their food was the easiest task out of everything so far, but the man needed to know what was troubling the person in front of him, so he asked. âAmore,â it came out as almost a whisper, a soft breath of words, âdo you maybe want to tell me what happened that night? I know you said he left, but I know you! Itâs not that, that is eating you inside out. What did he say?â
The hesitation in Y/Nâs face was evident, a long breath being taken in before any words had the chance to. âHe -uhm- he said he never loved me,â they let out, without thinking about it too much, knowing that if they did, theyâd never say it.
His face fell, and so did his heart. How could someone say those words to anyone, but especially to someone like them. They were literally the light of his life and it seemed like such a paradox for someone to not love them. The man had become livid, ready to break the exâs face, but when he saw the tears in Y/Nâs face, he calmed down.
âHe never loved me, Dami, never. Oh, god, no one ever will! What if heâs the representation of everyoneâs thoughts about me?! Oh my-â
âHey stop that! Stop trusting the words or a piece of shit like him,â he spat out as if venom. âHe is crazy to feel like that and he is crazy to say it. Y/N, you are the most amazing person Iâve ever met.â He could not believe he was doing it in that moment. Maybe it was wrong, maybe he shouldnât, but he couldnât keep himself back.
âYou donât understand Damiano⌠Maybe he was put into my life so i can learn that Iâm unlovable. It feels like I am, and man does it hurt,â they quieted down, looking out the car window for a second before being unable to control the upcoming sob, âit hurts, Dami, it really hurts.â
These words pierced through his chest like a dagger dipped in his anger. Not much was able to be done until the man simply pulled his friend in his arms. âThatâs bullshit!â
A sharp silence followed these words, both friends unsure of what to do.
âListen, Y/N, I donât want to act like saint - hell Iâm far from that - but⌠I can help, ok? I can show you how wrong those horrible thoughts and that horrible man are. Just,, put some faith in me.â
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Across the Alley (Adam Sackler x Reader)
summary: Your new neighbor likes to put on a show - but little did you know, he knows youâve been watching.
note: this was a piece I wrote for the Summer 2021 @adcuficexchange for AO3 user 1986_Special, who also wrote my gift fic! I had so much fun with this prompt - maybe Iâll work on a part two?
cw: mutual masturbation, solo masturbation (male and female), watching your neighbor play, playing with cum like only Sackler can
Adam awoke as your bedroom light shone through his window. You were home; it was late. He wondered how the date he correctly assumed youâd been on, based on your many outfit changes, had fared. Poking his head up from his pillow, he looked across the alleyway to see you sitting on your bed, head in your hands. Must not have gone well, he thought.
Adam had been watching you since youâd moved in. He had noticed the moving trucks outside one day and, being curious, he looked out to see who his new neighbor would be. He ended up very pleasantly surprised. Over the course of the next few months he picked up on your little habits and quirks, like your love for black and white films, your morning dance parties in your underwear, and your favorite chinese food order. He found himself craving more from you - like why havenât you brought anyone home, or why the pink vibrator is your favorite.
Heâd also love to know your name, so he could hear it pass through his lips, tasting every vowel and consonant as he came.
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After getting unceremoniously dumped by your long-term boyfriend, you needed a major life change. Moving to New York City as a single young adult was the absolute dream...right? Youâd been surrounded by romantic media portrayals of life in the Big Apple growing up - Friends! Sex and the City! Will and Grace! How I Met Your Mother! As soon as you handed âhe who must not be namedâ your set of keys, you knew this was the logical next step in your life plan.
It was your first night in your apartment by yourself when you noticed him. You had yourself all cozy in bed, watching your favorite old movie, when you heard a loud growl coming from across the alleyway. Carefully peeking out of the window, you saw a large man swinging a 2x4 around his apartment - wood and dust and glass were flying around his muscular frame, dressed in only a pair of low slung jeans and safety goggles. You called your best friend in the morning to let her know you had found your first crazy New Yorker - a right of passage and something to check off your NYC bucket list.
You worked from home, giving you plenty of opportunity to study this man across the alley. He had an odd sense of style - it was either the same pair of jeans (no shirt needed, a trait you quickly began to appreciate) or a dingy onesie that looked like something his great grandfather may have worn. He was some kind of carpenter, and was always shouting at something or someone. He had a dog, but only for a day, and didnât often have company.
You were lonely - your friends were across the country, and every date you had been on so far had been a disaster. You were starting to reconsider this decision, but you were too stubborn to truly admit you were wrong. Plus, there were other ways to fulfil those lonely feelings.
When he didnât have company, he had a certain nightly routine. Heâd grab a tall glass of milk and a tattered old book from his extensive collection, and head into the bedroom. Heâd read a few chapters until the milk was gone, and then make himself comfortable propped up with pillows against the headboard. Heâd wiggle his hips, moving his tight black briefs down past his knees. Heâd squirt two pumps of some kind of lubricant into his enormous hand before slowly, and not at all gracefully, bringing himself to orgasm.
You were usually already in bed when this routine would begin. Covering yourself with your blanket, youâd get comfy enough to watch the show, bringing your trusty pink vibrator along. You wondered if he knew you were watching him, if he knew you were touching yourself along with him, mirroring his long, languid strokes with your fingers, wishing it was his thick veiny cock that brought you to your release instead.
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Adam caught on quickly that you were watching him too. He could gauge how your day was going based on how many trips you took to refill your coffee cup throughout the day. More coffee meant more stress, meaning more urgency for a way to relieve that stress. Who knew heâd have a dirty little voyeur move in next door? Adam had some kinks, but voyeurism was never one of them - until now. Tonight, however, Adam had a plan.
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âOh god, yes, yes,â you whimpered, eyes shut tight. Your head was full of the dirty things the man next door could do to you. The guy you had dinner with tonight was a total loser, some Wall Street know it all with a fancy apartment but zero social skills. Your neighbor was already asleep, so you had nothing but your own thoughts to put you in the mood. Thinking of his broad chest, muscular back, and endearingly goofy mannerisms tightened the coil in your lower belly. The image of his two hands pumping himself up and down while his entire body flexed in anticipation snapped that coil, causing your back to arch almost unnaturally, moaning louder than ever before. As you relaxed back down into the mattress, you turned your head towards your sleeping neighborâs apartment. Only to see that he was not asleep.
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As soon as your light turned off, Adam snapped to attention. He watched you reach into your bottom drawer, pulling out your favorite toy. He smiled. Show time. He gave you a bit of a head start, watching your body movements slowly increase in speed and intensity. He palmed himself through his briefs, wanting to last a bit longer. He saw the way your toes began to curl, spurring him to jump out of bed, kicking off his briefs in the process. He stood in front of the window, cock in hand, and watched as silent words spilled from your perfect lips, as your forehead furrowed and your back ultimately arched, stroking himself the entire time. It was the most erotic moment he had ever experienced. As his legs began to shake, he leaned one forearm against the window keeping his eyes on you from beneath his dark eyelashes.
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This was how you saw him, chest heaving, right arm pumping vigorously, a flush crept across his chest and neck, punctuated by his hair, dampened from sweat and stuck to his forehead. His eyes were trained on you.
You sat up in bed, fascinated by what was happening before your eyes. Your mind was reeling - so he knew what you were doingâŚand he was more than okay with it? How long had he known? Oh my god what if you saw each other on the street? He didnât seem like a murderer - a bit erratic, maybe, but not a murderer. For every panicked thought, there were two that sent quivers throughout your already overstimulated body. You crawled to the edge of your bed, sitting cross-legged and watched as your neighbor climaxed, spurts of cum hitting the windowpane in front of him.
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Adam closed his eyes for just a moment, regulating his breath and heart rate. Slowly opening them back up, he saw you were literally on the edge of your seat. He laughed, more than satisfied with his performance. Leaning down, he smeared some of the mess on his window, letting him write a crude âhiâ message. He saw you laugh, covering your face and shaking your head. Adam scampered across his bedroom, wiping his hands on a dirty towel before grabbing a notepad and pen. He wrote a message and held it up against the dirty window for you to read.
âHi! Iâm Adam! Same time tomorrow?â
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Hi ^^ I know that your requests are now closed but I was thinking that, given you have written jealous Shinichi, I would very much enjoy some jealous Ran! Maybe you can mix it with one of the prompts? Just throwing the idea out there, no pressure. Delete this if you don't feel like it, it's okay really. Thank you for writing these amazing fics, the shinran fandom is in your debt. â¤ď¸
So this is the last (!!!) and longest (!!!) of the kiss prompts, and I dedicate it to multiple-requests Anon and to this Anon. I hope both of you still see this. It took me a while. ^^;;
P.S. Special thanks to @artycreaty for keeping this in check. You are awesome. đĽ°
41. Kisses shared under an umbrella. 46. A lingering kiss before a long trip apart. (6,489 words)
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Ran keeps telling herself she has no right to be jealous.
She has hundreds of reasons not to. Theyâre merely childhood best friends. Life would be much easier if she didnât involve herself in his business twenty-four seven. Shinichi absolutely doesnât look at her that way. And so forth.
She wonders why theyâre even friends in the first place. If their parents hadnât enrolled them in the same kindergarten, she was certain they wouldnât even be on speaking terms. He lives in a world of grisly books and crimes, she in a world of martial and visual arts. Their hobbies donât overlap. They excel in different fields. They enter the same university with completely unrelated majors. The only bond they have in common is their shared history. Literally bonded since they were four, until now at nineteen.
So when she sees him all jolly around his newfound circle who hold the same interest in Holmes or detective work, it shouldnât surprise her as much. Itâs part of university life, itâs normal, they expand their horizons, and Ran understands that it hits much differently when they bond with people who like the same stuff they do. Something sheâs aware they cannot share a hundred percent.
Sheâs proud of him, and she absolutely has no right to feel jealous, especially when she sees him around taller, prettier, more interesting women from his course block. There is no reason for her to look away with a heavy weight in her chest everytime the women get giggly and touchy while heâs absorbed in narrating his stories.
Everytime she does, she reminds herself of how he didnât seem to mind when she was casted as the protagonist of their high school play and the leading man was the handsome Araide-sensei. Or how he simply shrugged when she fawned over the brother of a classmate because he looked so much like the karate senpai she was crushing on. Or when she secretly caught Sonoko dragging the detective behind gym after P.E. to confront him about his opinion regarding an upperclassman courting Ran and his only response was, âShe can like whoever she likes, Sonoko. Iâm not her boyfriend.â
He never showed her any sign of jealousy, therefore he must not be into her. Simple as that. So itâs unfair for her to be treating him differently. Getting snarky just because he received sixteen new fan mails again, more now that theyâre in uni, and two even coming from the popular criminology seniors he is often teased to? Or ignoring him unprecedentedly just because his eyes followed the back of a woman with long chestnut hair and voluptuous curves? There are plenty of fish in the sea, and heâs bound to be attracted to someone else. This is a pill she ought to learn to swallow eventually.
Eventually.
âShinichi-kun, you never told us about your scariest case yet, tell us about it?â
Kaori closes her notes and so do the other two girls across her, and Shinichiâs eyes twinkle. He truly seems to enjoy study sessions with the little group they made consisting of some of his and Ranâs coursemates because they love listening to his stories.
âAt the top of my head is this murderer disguised as a bandaged man, and he targeted us one by oneâŚâ and so the detective drones. Ran pauses typing and reminisces quietly. Ah, that one from summer three years ago. I was almost injured by that crazy man during my sleep but Shinichi woke me up in time.
âRan-san,â Shun, her friend and coursemate, mutters beside her, also stopping his typing to listen to the detectiveâs story. âItâs ridiculous how popular Kudou-kun is with the girls. Heâs full of wild adventures.â
âYes, he is,â Ran says, smiling. âHeâs been a girl magnet ever since high school.â
She watches as Kaori inches closer to Shinichi, listening attentively, chin on her palm and flirtatious smile on her lips as the detective rants on and on.
For the third time that afternoon, Ran looks away.
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Ran keeps telling herself she has no right to be jealous.
She does, everyday, but itâs hard when he smiles at her, cares for her, holds her in a way sheâs never seen him do for anyone else. It gives her hope every time the girls cling to him but he never touches them back, whereas he automatically slings his arm over her shoulder because sheâs afraid or cold or he simply feels like it.
Then again, maybe sheâs giving herself too much credit. Perhaps itâs a free pass for being around him for too long. She even gets to spend time with him during weekends and holidays. It isnât special because itâs normal.
And thatâs all sheâll ever be, a normal girl in his eyes.
âRan? Sheâs pretty special.â
Ran reacts to the mention of her name and catches Shinichi looking at her. âShe appears quiet but she can kick anyoneâs ass without breaking a sweat. Itâs bad if you cross her,â Shinichi gloats with a grin.
âOh my god, really? We can bring her with us then!â Kaori claps her hands in excitement.
âAh... But she wonât like that,â he follows up, wary. Ran has missed the topic they were talking about and now sheâs curious.
âBut ghosts arenât real and Mouri-san can give them a good beating!â
âGh-Ghosts?â The color in her cheeks drains, eyes freezing at Shinichi who has probably already expected that reaction, for he sports that same look of concern as those times he had expressed whenever she joined him in his way-past-bedtime elementary school adventures.
âWeâll investigate an abandoned house I always pass by walking home,â Kaori explains. âLast night I saw a faint cigarette light at the second floor window. It might be a fugitive or a homeless person or a ghost, who knows?â
âYou donât need to come if you donât want to, Ran,â Shinichi assures.
Gulping, Ran contemplates whether going with them will do her any good. Itâs a nice change, itâs been a while since she last tagged with Shinichi in his cases. But she isnât exactly proud of shrieking like a little kid in front of serious criminology majors who may feel like sheâll drag their covert investigation down if she joins.
â...Iâll pass,â she answers meekly, and his coursemates sulk except Shinichi, who offers her a smile of understanding.
âMan, I thought weâll be able to see Mouri-san in action!â
âThatâs ok, maybe next time. We still have Shinichi-kun!â
âShinichi-kun will protect us, ne?â
âHah. Right. Invite Hakuba too, use him.â
âOh câmooon, Shinichi-kun!â
Ran closes her eyes, struggling to zone their voices out.
In her silence, Ran ponders if she has made a wrong choice.
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Ran has no right to be jealous. So itâs unfair for her to be treating him this way.
The following weekend, Shinichi narrates what happened in their late-night investigation. Hakuba wasnât there so Shinichi was the only available guy as usual. Ran refuses to hear any more details, both of the haunted house and secretly of the girls chancing onto him during the investigation. Shinichi is puzzled.
âDid I do something wrong?â
âNah, just swamped with work.â
âOn a Sunday?â
âYes.â
âWant me to assist?â
âNo.â
Her replies are curt from the couch of his house, not looking at Shinichi on the other end as she mindlessly cleans up her digital sketches. She hates how snappy she sounds but her brain is too absorbed with conjuring spiteful imaginations to even think of masking her annoyance.
âRan, hey. Look at me.â
His low voice freezes her from drawing, and she slowly looks up to meet Shinichiâs serious eyes.
When this happens, she knows heâs reading her. She inwardly chants a prayer because now isnât a good time. Whatever time isnât a good time. She doesnât know what to say when sheâs aware everything sheâs been feeling is irrational and unfair. Sheâs being selfish.
âYouâre⌠stressed.â
âNo, Iâm⌠Eh?â
He scoots closer, an armâs length away. âYour dark circles are more prominent now, you need a break.â His eyes turn a soft blue. âLetâs have dinner out? My treat.â
Ran is surprised, to say the least. The last time he invited her out was two weeks ago. Sheâs become so used to seeing him around others that any initiative from him sounds too good to be true.
âBut I need to finish this project by tonight.â
âLetâs have food delivery then!â Shinichi announces, not rattled by Ranâs indirect refusal. âI know exactly what you want. Ramen and shaved ice.â
Her eyes thin at the absurdly goofy expression she knows he makes when heâs being mischievous. âClearly youâre ordering that ramen for yourself. I only like shaved ice.â
âDamn! Miss Detective gets it.â A mile-wide grin stretches across his face, earning an eye roll from the half-smiling woman. âLetâs eat together on your short break, please?â
He leans within a respectful distance and she sees his smile better, pair of kind eyes locking with her overworked ones. âItâs been a while.â
Her heart throbs for him. So much.
She caves - of course she does - and breathes her acquiescence.
After two long weeks, they have dinner together, just them and Shinichiâs ramen and Ranâs donburi and shaved ice, Shinichi taking a spoonful of dessert from the cup when she isnât looking and Ran snatching a slurp from his take-out bowl and laughing when he catches her.
With how heartfelt his laughter is in her presence devoid of any mysteries, Ran knows sheâs probably giving herself too much credit, but for once she wants to believe she is the cause of why Shinichiâs happy.
Just for that night, she gives it to herself.
Sheâll change the dark colors of her digital artwork to brighter ones after they eat.
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Despite everything, Ran finds it difficult to contain her recurring jealousy.
The more she shares precious time with him, the more it gets harder to suppress the selfish emotions. What is so unsatisfying about being the best friend is that she is only the best friend. No more no less. At the end of the day, she isnât the one he gets to cuddle with, to tease then kiss, to tell âI love youâ to, romantically.
âI love you.â
Ran feels her heart about to leap out of her chest.
âBut please. Stop. Tearing. The. Cushions!â
The little furball he has scooped underneath a throw pillow wiggle from his grasp. The kitten and detective engage in a brief staring showdown before it jumps away to hide under a farther couch.
Snapping out of reverie, Ran watches her childhood friend slink dejectedly onto the partly scratched furniture. Heâs fortunate enough that his mother isnât around to give him a long lecture on Why Pets Arenât Allowed in the House 101. She can always take Yukiko-sanâs role and reprimand him for it, but as for this and the cat, she finds herself not wanting to intervene.
âKaori-san sure is taking her time with her parentâs permission. By the time she does, Momo wouldâve shredded all the pillows in this house.â
âYou named the cat?â Ran asks, amused.
âShe did.â He thinks for a moment, then sniggers. âActually I did. I suggested a random name. She took it.â
Ran merely hums. What can she say? Theyâre getting close. Close enough to team up as parents to an adopted kitten.
âIâm surprised you also agreed to keep Momo when you never took in animals before.â
âKaori said sheâll treat me to the latest Detective Samonji movie this weekend if I do. Canât resist that.â
âJust you two?â
âYeah.â
A beat. Then he turns to her.
âWanna join? I can ask her to count you in since youâre kinda helpiââ
âN-no need,â Ran quips, âItâsâItâs fine.â
âNo really,â Shinichi insists, âKaori-san has a lot of money, sheââ
âIâm going to Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum with Shun-san this weekend... so... I canât.â
âAh.â
Silence.
âItâs, um, for a project,â she bolsters.
âI know.â The faintest smile graces his lips. âItâs your thing. Both of you.â
âMm.â
He doesnât say anything else after that.
âShinichi, youâre a detective, right?â she blurts out of the blue.
âYeah...and?â
Then deduce what I feel. Here and now.
âThen youâre going to enjoy that movie!â Ran forces a beam, giving Shinichi a thumb of approval. âAnd you can discuss it with Kaori-san over dinner. Iâm sure you two have a lot to say about it.â
Shinichiâs eyes linger on her, reading her like a book, and Ran has her mind reeling again, afraid to be read.
âYeah, we do,â he finally says, ending the conversation.
Only a few words are uttered the rest of the afternoon.
Momo resurfaces and curls beside Shinichi.
Momoâs purring is loud, but Ranâs shattering heart is louder.
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Ran must not feel jealous. She is not a girlfriend.
Because she isnât a girlfriend, heâs free to fall for and date anyone else. Who is she to gatekeep him? There are plenty of fish in the sea, and heâs one big catch. Ran believes sheâs a big catch, too. With the way she loves dearly, her future boyfriend is going to be very lucky.
Her future boyfriend is not going to be him.
â...mber the required fieldwork in one of my majors I told you? We actually go by batches. The first batch did theirs last month. The second batch was last week⌠and Iâ Ran, are you listening?â
âAh! Yes,â Ran notices they have already reached her station and are now walking two blocks to her apartment. âYour fieldwork, right?â
â...Yeah,â he carries on. âIâm in the last batch... This whole winter break.â
âI see, I understand.â She smiles, getting what he means. No Christmas or New Yearâs Eve together. The first time since theyâre four. Itâs fine, honestly. If itâs a required activity, then thereâs really no way to go about it. She isnât going to lash out just because she canât be with him in her most favorite time of the year.
âAnd Hattori-kun and Hakuba-kun will be with you?â
âHattori did his last month. Hakuba is in the previous batch. Iâll be stuck with the girls.â
Ranâs heart momentarily squeezes. âWhere will your fieldwork be?â
âIn Akita.â
Her pupils constrict. âThat far?â
âYes... so to cut on expenses, Kaori-san offered her house for me and the others to stay while weâre thereââ
Kaori. Again with the tall, beautiful, intelligent Kaori. She bets itâs amazing to spend the holidays doing what he loves and with Kaori beside her, snuggling with him by the fireplace in a romantic snowy night and she might even confess, and itâll be a great catch for Shinichi, and heâll return with a girlfriend, andâ
âKaori-san is lucky.â The words flow out of her mouth, unbridled.
Shinichi looks at her. âLucky?â
Ran remains quiet and keeps walking. Itâs dangerous to say anything. She only has one thing in her mind and she doesnât want to say it out loud. She has no right.
âRan, hey.â
She doesnât stop walking.
âRan.â
She ignores his call.
âRan⌠youâre jealous.â
She stops walking.
âExcuse me?â
â...Youâre jealousâŚâ Shinichi repeats quietly.
A contrast to his calm tone, his irises beset hers in the cold twilight and Ran attempts to shield herself but her bag and umbrella are in the way. She thinks of turning away but her feet are frigid like icicles, and Shinichi steps closer.
For the third time, he declares, âYouâre jealous.â
Hearing her thoughts echo through his words renders her speechless.
It seems to take a moment before Shinichiâs brow arches, lips curl up as his eyes refuse to stray, and she hears a faint exhale even, like heâs exasperated, and suddenly heâs smiling - or is he smirking? sneering? - and...and...
It stings, is her immediate reaction.
For the longest time, sheâd wanted him to take a hint. But if she had known this was how heâd react, sheâd rather live a life having him oblivious of her emotional struggle. Dealing with that is more tolerable than witnessing him gaze her down in blatant mockery. He sneers as though heâs about to crack a joke and move on and forget such a laughable matter. Thatâs the last form of acknowledgment she wants for her honest feelings.
Heartbreak and shame and pain build up in her chest like a volcano closing eruption. Water begins to cloud her vision. She clenches her fist tight on her umbrella and Shinichi notices, and he takes another step forward.
âRanâŚ?â
âI am not, and youâre a fool.â
In a span of a breath, sheâs sprinting in the opposite direction, tracing the path where they have walked, ignoring the distant yells of her name behind her. She runs and runs, and as she runs farther, with her thoughts muddy and breath short and dry, she wonders if she may have overreacted.
If heâs done that on purpose, screw him. If not, screw her.
After all, they are merely friends and she has no logical reason to act this way.
âStop... running... will you!â
She hears heavy footsteps close in. It takes all the energy Ran has to prevent herself from turning her body around but his strong grip overpowers her.
âLet me go!â
âWhy are you running?!â
âI canât...deal with you!â
âWhy? Was I right?â
âRight or wrong, it doesnât matter!â
âWhy doesnât it matter?â
âBecause I am your best friend!â
On another occasion, she wouldâve successfully jilted away and run farther, but Ran is floored when he yanks her into a one-armed hug, so floored she drops her umbrella to the snowy ground.
âStop saying that!â he hisses in her ear, frustration apparent.
âWhat are youâ Let me go!â
He hugs her tighter.
âIf you donât let go in three seconds, I will screaââ
âI am happy!â
Ran stops struggling, eyes widening in shock.
Icy huffs tickle her neck as he half shouts, âIâm happy you feel that way!â
âYouâre...Youâre happy because Iâm suffering?â
âWhat? No! Iââ
âIs that supposed to make me feel better? How?â The hurt in her tone is impeccable, prattling muffled against his chest as she spares him no moment to butt in. âYou think I wanted to feel this? That I enjoy griping in helpless jealousy? And youâre rejoicing that I am? How full of yourself can you be?!â
âThatâs not...You donât understââ
âI do understand! I understand that I am so incredibly stupid for catching this disgusting heap of emotions for an obnoxious, stuck-up deduction maniac that is my best friend and maybe itâs better after all that he never, ever sees me the way I see him!â
âStop saying that, Ran!â
She thinks he has broken away, but he drags her back with an insistent tug, crashing his lips onto hers as she stumbles into his arms.
All willpower rippling through her disintegrates quickly like snow in high heat.
An impatient pop resonates as he separates, eyes slowly opening, breath thick and ragged.
âI know that is not how we explain things, but does that explain anything?â
She hears it. The madness. But more than madness, yearning bleeds through his voice so much that her frustration turns into physical pain. Blinded by an all-consuming ache, she tips her chin and presses her lips back against his, demanding for cure in the wrong place. Shinichi freezes, then relaxes. He moves his hand to her nape, four fingers in her hair, thumb treading her jaw.
They look like a scene in a movie.
Under his umbrella and hidden from view, they communicate through brushing lips and tilting heads. His mouth closing over hers with gentle force, her hands splaying across his chest, heavy with something that makes his heart pound under them.
She is so lost in the chase and his tender embrace that for a second she forgets she is kissing her best friend.
Best friend.
This doesnât explain anything. It worsens it.
She pulls back, ending what she has so recklessly started. âN-no, Iâmâ No.â
She pushes him away, gathers the stuff she drops, and runs without looking back.
âRan!â
He shouts her name. Twice.
On the third call, his footfalls die down. On the fourth, he stops running.
She doesnât.
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Thirty minutes before midnight, Ran stands outside his gate, boots buried half foot under the snow as she rings his intercom for the second time, thinking to herself how foolish she must be to cut communications with him for a week and then show up his doorstep looking miserable like a stood-up date.
Itâs the start of winter break.
Heâll leave for Akita in ten hours.
She needs to give his Christmas present before his departure.
Sheâs crazy, pathetic, still frustrated, and hurtfully in love.
âOi. You better have a good explanation for why youâre buzzing at goddamn midnigââ
âShinichi.â
His surprised gasp is apparent even through the intercom. A rustle follows and with a croaky voice, he responds. â...Ran.â
Surely he isnât expecting this. Not after the tantrum she threw days ago. He probably thinks she hates him more than ever. But what she truly feels is more overwhelming than all negative emotions combined, and may god grant her all the strength to address it all, tonight.
âMay I come in?â
âThe house isâThe house is a mess I, um. Iâm packing my stuff for...â
âIâll help you.â
â...â
Sheâll understand if he decides to turn her down. But the answer that follows the deafening pause is a low and quiet âOkayâ.
Despite psyching herself hours before she came, courage wanes when he opens the front door and gate in his pullovers. She is welcomed in, and the trip up his room is wordless. Shinichi only talks when he points out that heâs already packed clothes for two days and will need help for two weeksâ worth. He lamely laughs when he instructs her to pick the tops and layers, and heâll take care of the pants and underwear.
On a normal instance, she wouldâve humored him and they wouldâve been talking right after. Now she simply pulls an empty smile and then they fall back into silence.
She supposes heâs trying to act unbothered, to treat what happened a week ago as a one-and-done glitch in their friendship, never to be discussed again. She cannot fault him when sheâs trying to do the same. But itâs not easy when in the stillness of the night the echo of their altercation howls, raging persistently in their ears.
What has he been thinking of for the past week?
Has he been kept up all night by the words she said and the words he left unspoken?
Are they still friends? Will they still be friends after this?
The kiss... What about the kiss?
So many questions. So little words. So little time.
Ran is seated on the floor, folding shirts and stuffing them neatly in his duffel bag. Her back faces Shinichi who is sorting out bottoms in his cabinet. She senses him sit on the floor, back against her but not touching. Neither dares to speak first.
A ringing phone cuts the silence.
âMm, still awake. Good for two weeks right? Gotcha. No, Iâll meet you girls at the station, no need to fetch me. Pfft. I can walk. Ok, see you tomorrow.â
If Ran wasnât so hyperaware of where she is and what sheâs done, her mood wouldâve shifted to the one sheâd been trying to avoid. Now isnât the time to think about that. Midnight sneaking out to go to his house is something she wouldnât do even on good days. She scans her bag on the far couch, deliberately bringing a bigger one to hide his gift. Maybe she can just sneak it in his bag and leave once sheâs done and heâll discover it only when heâs prefectures away. Brown has always suited him, and heâll definitely find the overcoat useful as spare protective gear.
Thatâs right. She always cares for him like this. She is his best friend first, and... and nothing second.
âDonât just leave after putting your present in my bag. At this hour, I canât let you walk home alone,â he says swiftly.
Ranâs eyes fly wide.
âHow did youâŚâ
He doesnât say anything and continues with his business.
Again with the throat-drying silence.
Something in Ranâs gut compels her to speak, but she is surprised when he does first.
âI... I donât like Kaori-san. If thatâs what youâre thinking.â
Ran stiffens, pausing mid-motion from folding. âIâm notâŚâ
He leans his back completely against her and she shudders, voice reverberating through her skin. âRan, if you could just hear me out.â
Unable to talk and move, she does.
âKaori-san and the rest... They know I love mysteries. They know I want to build my own private detective agency. They know my favorite Holmesâ story is The Sign of Four. They know how many crimes I solved in Tokyo. All the information about me which anyone can read from the internet and newspaper and from what I told them when they ask, they know. Ran, you know all that. All that and more.â
He angles his head to the ceiling as if heâs talking to someone there. Ran supports his weight, curling to her knees as she silently listens.
âYou know of my first ever deduction because Christ, my first deduction was about you. You know of the two cases which haunt me until this day because I watched the culprit die in front of my very eyes. You were with me the nights I locked myself in here thinking about them. You know of the interesting, the boring, the absurd cases, everything, because I told you or you were there. You know of the odd way I play the violin while I ponder over a case. You know I forget to eat when swamped with new books to read. I have three copies of The Sign of Four but the one I keep beside my bed and read almost weekly is the one you gave me on my tenth birthday and that is all I need. You know me for me, Ran. Everything about me that is off the record, the good and the bad, you know all of those. Only you. The same way I do... about you.â
She feels him crane slightly to the side, addressing her.
âRan.â
âMm.â
âI love you.â
Ranâs heart almost completely stops beating.
âI love you,â he whispers, âmore than I am even supposed to.â
All words seem to have fizzled out of her vocabulary as she sits still, stunned at what sheâs hearing.
âIâm happy growing up with you, studying with you, bickering with you, acting stupid with you, investigating with you, eating with you, napping with you, hugging you, holding you, taking care of you, simply... being with you. Before I know it, itâs not the cases or Holmes or mysteries that complete my days, itâs you.
âFor you to keep repeating that âbest friendâ phrase, IâŚâ He lowers his head.
âFor who knows how long, Iâve loved you as that and more.â
Someone pinch her because in no way can this be real.
âI was happy thinking youâre jealous because it meant a sliver of chance you feel the same way. We couldâve remedied the misunderstanding easily, Ran. We couldâve talked it over like we always do. But I was stupid and emotions were high and in the end I⌠kissed youâŚâ he takes another deep breath, âButâbut you kissed me back, and my heart couldnât stay still...â
Pulse drumming loud, Ran tilts her head on the side where he leans, wanting to see the slightest expression he makes as he continues.
âIf my deductions are wrong and youâre mad for a different reason, andâand you returned that for a different reason...â she hears the pang of remorse in his tone, âthen please forget I ever said anything and Iâll leave myself to die in humiliation once Iâm out of your sight.â
He lays one palm flat on the floor and she notices.
âBut if my deductions are right and you were indeed jealous, I...â She feels his head swivel enough to feel his warm breath fan across her cheek, before shifting back front and releasing a slow, guttural exhale heâs kept contained within.
âIâll wait... until you accept it. Accept me.â
Ran may have choked on her throat for how long sheâs held her breath.
In spite of herself, she knows she doesnât need to think of what to say. She had it all in her head before coming here. Yet expressing it out loud is a different matter.
She isnât ready, but when will she ever be ready? Shinichi undoubtedly isnât too. Yet here he is, laying the groundwork for her, no holds barred and a stuttering mess at that. How she plans to build from it is the question she asks herself next.
Inhaling as though bracing herself, she places a hand beside him, pinky slightly grazing his.
âI didnât... You never showed any signs.â
Careful and calm, he extends his little finger over hers. She doesnât flinch, and both hands crawl closer until two fingers overlap.
âEither Iâm a great pretender or youâre incredibly dense.â
âIâm...Iâm not dense.â
âIâm a bad actor, then.â He slides his hand further.
âI was trying so hard to be a supportive best friend for you.â
âI sensed that but ignored it because I didnât want to assume anything.â
âYou did though. Now weâre here.â
âWould you rather we arenât?â
âI would rather we spend the last weeks of this year talking like normal than being stupid idiots before you leave.â
âItâs just two weeks, Ran.â
âTwo special weeks I wouldâve wanted to spend with my best frien-... with you.â
Without knowing it, his hand has completely nestled atop hers, four fingers curled between her thumb and index finger.
âRan... You must really hate the idea of falling in love with me.â
âEh?â
âYouâre so wrapped with the thought that weâre simply best friends that you hold your love in chains as though it isnât permitted to grow.â
âI⌠I didnât want to ruin the only connection we have-â
âTwo friends falling in love are still friends⌠They are also more. You cannot ruin an indefeasible connection. Friendship and love may be the only bond we have, but theyâre the most important bond of all.â
Ran falls quiet.
âGeezâŚâ
He releases a thick sigh, brushes his thumb across her splayed fingers.
âI have shit art appreciation skills, but I can take you to museums too... as a friend and as a date.â A beat, and a mumble. âEven to better museums than Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum.â
She darts her head sideways, realizing something.
âWere you alsoâŚ?â
âNo.â
Ran doesnât suppress the heartfelt giggle that bubbles out.
âShun-san has a boyfriend, Shinichi.â
âIââ he pauses. âI wasnât asking.â Ran giggles more.
âShinichi.â
âYes.â
âI love you too.â
The hand above squishes hers all too suddenly like heâs been blown away and is needing something to hold onto.
âI came here to give your present and to apologize for being so shallow and for acting without thinking and for a lot of things actually... but now I feel thereâs no need, because then I wouldnât have...â She looks down at their intertwined hands.
Before she can return his squeeze, he recoils.
âOh, y-you do apologize. Running away like that.â He coughs, and she can practically hear the tripping in his tone.
âArenât you already used to it? Iâve done it many times,â she chides.
âNo. Apologize,â he insists. âAnd look at me while you do.â
Ranâs stomach twists, heart kicking up a step.
Itâs easy to talk without eye contact, but to be requested so after confessions are exchangedâ
âFace me, Ran.â
The familiar voice of yearning strums her heartstrings, tone sounding a lot like a plea than an order and Ran finds her head instinctively craning at an angle, hand coiling on the floor trying to calm her nervous beating heart. She feels him shift behind as well.
She takes all her time to face him, partly unsure what to do, partly knowing exactly what she wants to do. Despite the deliberate slowness of their movements, it is when they lock eyes that time truly seems to stop.
Shinichi appears so different, so soulful. His blue irises glimmering, fixated on nothing but her as she reveres him with matching intensity. The same guy she treats as her best friend looks at her with tender love in his eyes, darting down her lips and up like no best friend ever would.
âI love you,â he says, breathless. âMake me your boyfriend.â
A wave of emotion sweeps over her, heartbeat fluttering in overdrive as they huddle on the floor, bags and clothes and time forgotten.
âFrom best friend to... such a shift-â
âNothing will be different.â He rests his forehead on hers, gaze of soft blue patient though more intimate now, knowing what they share is mutual. âWeâll still do what we do... With exclusive romantic commitment and sweet nothings that translate to âI love youâ in more ways than one.â
She attempts a jab on his chest but he catches her fist, soft but jesting beam all too apparent and she does but play along.
âWhat about when we fight?â she asks.
âSame. But...â he slides a thumb over her quiet lips, parting them slightly, âI can do this once we make up.â
â...Like right now?â
âLike right now.â
A genuine smile is the last thing she sees before delicate pair of lips lands on hers, capping their one-week fight and their last night of the year together in the best and most unexpected way imaginable.
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Ran keeps telling herself she shouldnât be jealous.
Not because they are simply best friends, because they arenât. Not because life would be easier if she didnât involve herself in his business twenty-four seven, because it wouldnât.
Not because Shinichi doesnât look at her that way, because he does.
She shouldnât be jealous because she absolutely has no reason to, is all.
âI havenât forgotten about your present. I was planning to buy yours in Akita.â
âStop lying, you totally forgot it.â
âI didnât. Stop that.â Half-mast eyes rake her side profile, and Ran covers a mirthful grin with her mitted hand holding the umbrella, then yawns. Hours of packing and talking and laughing left them with roughly four hours of sleep. It isnât like she slept the whole period because while sleeping in his room isnât new, cuddling while they sleep is. Ran couldnât simply shut her eyes and heart to that.
âI believe though,â he wraps a hand around her free one, pocketing both of them in his brand new overcoat, âI gave half of my present already.â
âHnn. That doesnât count as a gift.â Her hand shifted, coddling his own to a warm fit.
âReally?â A smug smirk pulls up his face. âI believe I am a nice present, Ran. Thatâs why theyââ
âScrew this. You are unbelievable. A humbug. Why do people like you.â
âI know. Why do you like me?â Shinichi laughs as he avoids the swing of her umbrella.
From afar, they see Kaori and the girls at the meet-up point outside Tokyo Station, though they seem unaware of their presence yet. Suddenly feeling conscious, Ran feels the urge to disentangle her hand, but Shinichi holds on, firm.
âWhy?â He asks in a low voice.
âI dunno⌠maybe this isnât the best timeâŚâ
âIsnât now the best time?â His smile is proud and natural, not one ounce of reluctance visible.
Although she gets what he means, that doesnât free her of shyness and guilt. Somehow she feels like apologizing to Kaori for⌠she doesnât know. She just wants to. Letting her see them like this makes her think that sheâs giving her an indirect slap on the face. Shinichi certainly wonât agree because âWhatâs with women and their logic?â, but still, whether or not itâs all in her head, Ran needs more time to prepare for this.
But to her surprise, Shinichi lets go of her hand. They are still a few feet from view when he steps in front of her and turns around. âMaah, fine, I get it,â he huffs, then smiles. âThen, just give me your umbrella.â
The moment she does, Shinichi closes their distance and dips his face onto hers. Ran is given no leeway to gasp as loving lips seal her quiet. It isnât as long as what they shared a week ago, but the emotions are loaded and full, speaking fond thanks and temporary farewell.
She doesnât realize she has closed her eyes until he separates, and sheâs met with the most tender, most angelic expression he wears only on the rarest occasions. Heâs saying without telling that her feelings are valid, she doesnât have to worry, Â and he doesnât have eyes for anyone but her. Somehow, the snow is the sea and fish are swarming around but neither cares because they have already caught each other.
âYou donât have to, silly.â Three layers of pink blanket Ranâs puffy cheeks.
âBut I want to.â Grinning, Shinichi hands her back the umbrella. âYou donât like hand-holding. You donât like being seen. Donât you think thatâs a great compromise?â
âIdiot, many people saw...â
âNo, they didnât!â Upping the duffel bag slung on his shoulder, he steps back and gives her one last goofy beam. âIâll see you next year, Ran. Iâll call as often as I can.â
Wordlessly, Ran watches Shinichiâs back as he jogs to his waiting companions, who by then have already had their eyes pinned on the approaching figure.
âThat is Shinichi-kun! ...And Mouri-san!â
âEhhh!!?! Youâre a thing!â
So much for being subtle, Ran flushes inwardly as she returns the wave the other girls are giving her. At that moment she really does feel immature for her past conduct. All of them are sweet. Even Kaori.
âI knew it Shinichi-kun! Mouri-san is sooo lucky, Iâm so jealous!â Ran hears their banter and sees her jab his bicep before acknowledging her. âWeâll take care of him, Mouri-san!â
The Ran from one week ago wouldâve had her heart crushed by such declaration, but now sheâs nothing but pleased and the smile that forms across her lips is nothing but honest. âMake sure he doesnât drag your group into a random dead body, Kaori-san!â
âHey!â surfaces Shinichiâs shout amidst the mincing laughter of the group and the onlooking passers-by, and Ran bids her last wave before they enter the station.
Smiling to herself, Ran returns home, the lingering promise of his kiss committed to memory, knowing that she doesnât have to get jealous because she has no reason to. Their indefeasible bond is all the assurance she needs.
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#shinran#kiss prompts#fanfic#lmk anon(s) if you see this and if you do then yaaay#thank you for requesting!#and thank you for reading!#:')#I have a love-hate relationship with this fic#it's only supposed to be 4 scenes#oh well it is what it is lmao#it's ok ig since this is the last (awww) from the kiss prompts!#đ#I tried so hard with a jealous Ran haha#jealous fics are good reads but writing them is hard :O
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Burning Love - Part Three
a/n: the third and final part of this little series is here! I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are helpful! Support me here if youâre able! (not proofread)
Warnings: cocky!Harry flirting, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, and smut!
Words: 8K
Pairing: Harry x OC (kindergarten teacher Danielle Robinson)
Masterpost
Having a firefighter as a boyfriend was anything but boring. Sometimes Harry was called away in the middle of the night for backup, sometimes he had to straight up sleep at the fire house if someone was on vacation, and sometimes he was cooking up a storm so the guys coming back from a fire had plenty to eat. Danielle would sometimes help cook as well. The guys really liked her turkey chili.
Danielleâs classroom knew who her boyfriend was too, and they loved it when Harry would come by for a visit. Heâd bring them little coloring books, or sometimes heâd get Doodle to come for an even better surprise visit.
When they were together three months, Harry made sure no one was in the fire house so she could come to his office, and he gave her a little strip tease. She had practically been begging him to play the part of the sexy fire fighter and he was finally doing it for her. The only condition was that he got to bend her over his desk and fuck her. She even let him hit it raw, it was the greatest mutual gift in the world. Also hearing her moan out, âYouâre hitting it so good, donât stop, Harry!â over and over was pretty nice too.
Yup, things had been going pretty well for the new couple. Even though they were still in the puppy-love phase, it wasnât all sex all the time. Harry would sometimes come over and help her late into the night as she was crafting activities for her class the next day, or heâd go to the art supply store with her because Danielle never made a list and she would often forget at least one thing she needed for class. Harry always remembered what sheâd forget. Danielle was also a big help with the fire departmentâs fundraising efforts. She made the best hash browns anyone had ever had at the monthly pancake breakfasts. The deputy fire chief even got them a matching set of aprons. Things were going so well that she even started to let him call her Dani.
One Sunday afternoon they were walking through the grocery store together. Harry liked pushing the cart for Danielle as she mumbled to herself about what she needed for the week. She liked that he joined her because he could pick out the snacks he wanted to leave at her place, and vice versa. They were walking down the coffee aisle, Harry liked Hazelnut and Danielle liked French Vanilla.
âDani?â
Danielle looks over in the direction of the deep voice that said her name. Her eyes widen when she realizes itâs her ex, Oliver.
âO-Oliver?â
âOh my god, itâs so good to see you!â He exclaims, throwing his arms around her. She doesnât reciprocate. âItâs been what, three years?â
âSomething like that.â She swallows, and hooks her arm around Harryâs waist. âThis is my boyfriend, Harry.â
âHi.â Oliver shakes Harryâs hand. âYou shop here a lot?â
âYeahâŚthis is the grocery store closest to my apartment, why?â
âThis is my first time as this specific store. My fiancĂŠ lives in the area, and weâre choosing to buy a house here so her son wonât have to switch elementary schools.â
âHerâŚher son?â Danielle wanted to smack him.
âYeah, guess heâs like my son now too.â
âOlly? Did you find the decaf tea?â A woman long blond hair, and a slightly swollen belly comes rolling her cart down the aisle with a little boy sitting in it. âOhâŚDanielleâŚhi.â
âHi, Rory.â
âMiss Robinson!â The boy exclaims.
âHello, Joey.â She tries to say with a smile. Danielle wasnât sure how she could have been so stupid. Joey took the bus to and from school, and she had only ever spoken with his father. She also didnât make a second glance at his motherâs name on his contact list since it was under Lorelei.
âJoey raves about you all the time.â Rory says, trying to cut some of the tension.
âMumma, itâs Chief Harry!â
âAw, nice of you to remember me, buddy.â Harry says. âUm, weâve got frozen stuff in the cart, so we should probably get going, right, darling?â He says, looking at Danielle, and she feels thankful for him finding a way out of all this.
âHeâs right, we should really get going.â
âGuess weâll be seeing more of each other, huh, Dani?â Oliver says with a soft smile.
âSo it would seem.â She looks at Joey. âSee you tomorrow morning in class, Joey.â
Harry pushes the cart as they walk away. She was beyond mortified. They get in line and pay for their things. She had driven there, but she has Harry drive back to her place. She was quiet until they got inside her apartment to put the food away.
âHe, uh, seemed a little delusional there, no?â Harry says.
âHeâs always lived with his head in the sand.â She scoffs. âRose colored glasses, you know?â
âDid you not know that-â
âNo, I didnât realize that Rory, the person he cheated on me with, had a son. I knew that she was a married woman. They got divorced because of Oliver.â She shakes her head. âJoeyâs father is such a sweet man, I canât believe I never put the pieces together.â
âHow exactly did they meet?â
âThe first school I worked at was a K-5 a few towns over. Rory was the principalâs secretary, she still is, I think. I brought Oliver with me to a holiday party, and they got to talking. Sheâs a couple of years older than he and I are. I donât exactly know how things progressed from there, but apparently sheâs pregnant with his kid, theyâre engaged, and theyâve bought a house! Isnât that just kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic?â
âRemind me to never watch Friends reruns with you again.â He chuckles. Â âI canât believe he had the nerve to hug you like that?â
âHe hugged me like that because heâs still in love with me.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âUntil I blocked him on literally every platform that I could, he would send me these messages about how he fucked up and that heâd do anything to win me back. Heâs in a loveless relationship. Heâs made his bed and now he has to lay in it.â
âDoes Rory know itâs a loveless relationship?â
âI doubt it. If I had to guess they probably got engaged after they found out she was pregnant. It was probably her way of trapping him.â Danielle rolls her eyes. âYou know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater.â
âWell,â he comes around her to hold her from behind, kissing her cheek, âyou donât have to worry about that or pay it any more thoughts, alright?â
âYeah.â She smiles and turns to kiss him. âI just hope I donât start running into them all the time now.â
âWe could always go to the market near my place, or we could do the online order thing.â He shrugs. âWhatever you wanna do. I just donât want that idiot making my baby upset.â He pouts at her and she pouts back.
âI love that I get to be your baby.â She sighs as she nuzzles into his chest.
âMe tooâŚIâŚI love you, Dani.â He kisses her forehead before she looks up at him.
âYou do?â
âMhm.â He smiles. âGuess thereâs no perfect time to really say it, but thatâs how I feel.â
âOh, Harry, I love you too.â She kisses him, and blinks some tears away. âLike, a lot.â
âLetâs get these groceries put away, hm? Then Iâll fuck you on the counter. Would you like that, sweetheart?â
âI would, very much so.â She chuckles.
//
It was the last day of school, so Danielle had both of her groups in the morning. There was a small ceremony for the kindergarteners to commemorate them being able to move on to the first grade. They each got a personalized certificate with some type of achievement they earned in Miss Robinsonâs class. She spent two weeks working on them. Once it was over, Danielle had to clean up her classroom for the summer.
âHappy last day of school, babe.â Harry says as he walks in, holding a small bouquet of flowers.
âI think you should ask for a separate office here with how often you come to visit.â She jokes as she takes the flowers. âNot that Iâm upset, but what are these for?â She smiles.
âYou made it through another year with a group of five-year-olds, thought you should have something nice for it.â
âWell, thatâs very thoughtful, thank you.â She kisses his cheek. âIâm just finishing up here and then we can grab lunch.â
Harry nods as he waits for her, helping her take a few boxes out to her car. He thought she looked gorgeous today in her light blue sundress. They enjoy their lunch together before Harry has to go back to work.
âWanna come to my place tonight?â She asks before they part ways.
âSure.â He pecks her lips. âWant me to bring dinner?â
âNo, I can cook. Iâve got stuff to make a taco salad.â
âOkay, Iâll see you later.â They kiss again and off they go.
Things had gotten quite domestic with one another, and Harry was really starting to like it. He also really liked that she was about to be off for the entire summer. Sure, Harry had bonfires, lawn mowers, grills, and other things of that nature to worry about, but his group of volunteer fire fighters would be coming on once again, so it freed up a little more time for himself. Heâd be able to take a vacation with Danielle if she wanted. Or he could just take a ton of long weekends so he could spend some time with her. He wasnât exactly sure what she did over the summer, but he figures theyâll talk about it soon.
When Harry gets to her apartment later that night, he realizes soon means tonight. Danielle was running around her apartment in a tank top and shorts boxing things up and packing.
âHey, uh, what are you doing?â He says, startling her.
âOh! I didnât even hear you come in!â She gasps and clutches at her chest. âSorry, Iâm just trying to get my shit together. I always save this stuff for the last minute.â
âAre you moving?â He asks, almost frantic.
âWhat? No.â She chuckles. âBut I do need a lot of my things with me for when I go up to Seabrook.â
âSeabrook?â
âTo my parentsâ summer house. I told you they had one, theyâre snowbirds, remember?â
âYeah, you mentioned thatâŚâ He swallows. âAre you going for a long weekend?â
âNo, Iâm going for the majority of the summer. I was actually sort of hoping youâd be able to water some of my plants, but if you canât I can ask the neighbor again.â She goes over to him and gives him a kiss. âCome on, I set dinner up in the kitchen for us.â
They both go into the kitchen and sit down with their taco salads.
âYouâre sort of blindsiding me a bit, babe. I mean, youâve known you were going to New Hampshire all this time and didnât think to tell me?â
âI figured Iâd come back on weekends.â She shrugs. âYouâre going to be working all day, so I figured you wouldnât really mind if I wasnât around as much.â She takes a bite of her food. âI also thought maybe you could come up and visitâŚyou know, meet my family.â
âItâs gonna be torturing not being able to come over and see you after work.â He pouts. âBut of course Iâd love to meet your family.â
âI knowâŚthatâs sort of why I was keeping it to myself. Iâll miss you just the same, I hope you know that. This is just really precious family time that I wait all year for.â
âI get it.â He sighs. âWhat weekend would you want me to come meet them?â
âIâll have to ask my parents what weekend would work best for them. The first couple of weeks are spent catching up with their friends, and whatnot. The house is in a fifty-five and over community.â
âAnd you wonât mind driving back on weekends?â
âNot at all.â She shakes her head. âAll of the traffic will be going the other way, and the beaches are always so crowded on the weekends. Itâll be perfect.â She smiles at him and leans in a bit. âPlus, Iâll be coming back to you with sun kissed skin. Iâll have lots of tan lines to show you.â She winks and it makes him chuckle.
âAlright, alright. I get to use more time off in the summer, so Iâll be able to take lots of long weekends. We have more of a crew because a lot of our volunteers are teachers, so they have more time to help out.â
âThatâs good! Iâm so happy the school year is over with. Did you see I put the flowers you got me in a vase?â She points over to the vase in her kitchen window.
âI did.â He nods, a smile growing on his lips. âMâglad you liked them.â
âI loved them.â She kisses his cheek. âYouâre so sweet to me, Harry.â
âYouâve turned me into a total mush ball.â He sighs. âBut I suppose thatâs not a bad thing.â
âYou were a mush ball the second you walked into my classroom for the first time.â She smirks.
âAnd you were a flustered little thing.â He smirks as her face falls. âAh, she can dish it out, but she canât take it.â He kisses her temple and takes their now empty plates to the sink. âWhen are you heading up?â
âA couple of days.â She sighs. âI hate packing so much, itâs the worst.â She groans. âI just keep telling myself Iâll be relaxing on a screened in porch soaking in the ocean breeze with a book in my hand before I know it.â She flops down onto her sofa and Harry sits next to her, rubbing her back. âAt least Iâll see my niece and nephew soon too. I love getting to spend so much time with them.â
âTell me about them, I wanna know as much about your family as I can before I meet them.â
âReally?â She sits up to look at them.
âMhm.â He puts a pillow on his lap. âCome lay one me. Iâll play with your hair while you talk.â
âIf I didnât love you before.â She giggles, and rests her head in his lap. He starts scratching at her scalp and she sighs. âOkay, so, my dadâŚâ
They both fell asleep on the couch that night talking. Harry told Danielle a lot about his family as well. In the wee hours of the morning, Harry carried her to the bed, and they both snuggled up while they got a few more hours of sleep.
//
âDanielle, itâs the middle of the night! Where are you going?!â Her brother Clark asks her in a panic. âShit, are you crying?â
âIâŚI just got a call.â She sniffles as she throws her hoody on. âI have to get home.â
âWhy, whatâs happening.â
âH-Harryâs deputy chief called meâŚthere was a really big fire a few hours ago, and a wall collapsed on him, and now heâs in the hospital.â Tears were streaming down her cheeks. âI have to get home to him, Clark, I need to be there when he wakes up.â
âYouâre in no condition to drive, especially not for two hours. Iâll go with you. Let me just go to Isabelle.â
âYou donât have to do that, Iâm fine.â She wipes her eyes. âIâll let you know when I get there. Iâll be back in a few days, Iâm sure of it.â
She rushes out of the house and gets into the car. She had the radio practically silent, and she was sucking down an iced coffee. Caffeine put her anxiety into hyper drive, but she needed to stay awake somehow. Harry wasnât even supposed to be at that fire. He got called in as backup, but he wasnât supposed to go inside. He went in looking for the familyâs new puppy.
Once she gets to the hospital, probably looking like a mad woman in her pajama pants and oversized hoody, she checks in and asks where Harryâs being kept.
âPlease, Iâm his girlfriend, I need to-â
âDani!â The deputy chief, Ralph, comes rushing towards her. âHe just woke up, come with me.â He yanks her by the wrist before the nurse at the desk can say anything.
âIs he okay?â
âHe will be.â Ralph nods. âHere we are, go ahead in. Take your time with him.â Ralph smiles, and Danielle returns it.
âHarry?â She says just above a whisper.
âHey, baby.â He gives her a soft smile. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI hopped in my car a second after Ralph called me. I was so worried.â She sits on the edge of his hospital bed.
âIâm okay, sweetheart, just a few scrapes and bruises.â
âHarryâŚyour armâs in a sling.â
âJust a sprained wrist, itâll heal up real soon.â
âHow can you be so calm about this?â She asks as she curls up next to him. He throws his arm around her and sighs.
âBecause if I let every little accident scare me, I wouldnât be able to do my job properly. This is what I signed up for, babe.â
âDid you at least find the puppy?â
âI did, shielded the poor thing from the wall that collapsed on me. Mâgonna have to go on light duty for a while.â
âWhich means what exactly?â
âLots of administrative workâŚthat I can do remotely. So, I was thinkingâŚmaybe I could come up to Seabrook with you for a little longer than a weekend.â
âIâd love that! We can drive back up together. Everyoneâs excited to meet you.â
âIâm excited to meet them too.â
//
After Harry rested up for a few days at home, with Danielle doting on him even though he told her she didnât need to, the two drive up north together.
âAuntie Daniâs back!â Sarah exclaims as she bursts out of the porch.
âSarah!â Isabelle yells after her. âWe donât run out of the house, no matter how excited we are to see Auntie.â She picks her daughter up. âSorry, Dani.â Isabelle chuckles.
âNo worries.â Danielle laughs. âThis is my boyfriend, Harry. Harry, this is my sister-in-law Isabelle.â
âHi.â Harry says, and Isabelle gasps when she sees his arm in a sling. âJust a sprained wrist, mâfine.â âItâs nice to meet you. This must be Sarah, yeah?â
âHello.â The little girl smiles.
âCome on, everyoneâs inside getting ready to head down to the beach.â Isabelle says.
Harry and Danielle follow inside. She takes him into the kitchen where her parents, Robert and Donna were finishing up their coffee.
âDani!â Donna smiles. âHow was the ride back up?â
âFine, not a lot of traffic once we were out of the city.â She smiles. âThis is Harry.â
âThe hero that saved the puppy!â Robert says.
âIâm no hero, just did my job. Itâs nice to meet you both. Thank you for inviting me to your home.â He shakes both of their hands.
âAre you kidding? We were over the moon when Dani said sheâd be bringing a boyfriend with her.â Donna says. âHoney, why donât you help Harry get settled and then meet us down at the beach?â
âOkay.â Danielle nods.
The two bring their things inside while everyone else makes their way to the beach. Danielle helps Harry put his clothes away in the dresser.
âSoâŚare we alone right now?â Harry asks casually after putting his things away in the bathroom.
âUm, yeah. Everyone went down to set up at the beach, why?â
âWellâŚâ He sits down on the bed and tugs her to sit on his lap, straddling her. âI havenât been able to do much the last few days, and Iâd like to make up for it.â
âHarry.â Her face flushes. âI canât just fuck you here.â
âIn the privacy of a bedroom? Here I was thinking this would be the perfect place.â He rolls his eyes.
âI justâŚâ She bites her bottom lip. Before she can say anything when she opens her mouth again, heâs kissing her. âFuck, okay, but we have to be quick. And no leaving marks, I donât need to feel like a teenager at the age of twenty-seven.â
âHow about no marks in any visible places?â
âHarry, Iâm gonna be wearing a two piece, a lot is going to be visible.â
âYour ass?â
She whimpers softly and kisses him again. They both fall back on the bed, careful not to hurt his wrist. Danielle ended up riding his dick since he couldnât really prop himself up with hands at the moment, but neither of them minded. It was a much-needed release for the both of them. Once theyâre both cleaned up, they change into their bathing suits and go down to the beach to join her family.
âAuntie Dani, do you wanna dig a moat with me?â Ryan asks her the second she sets her things down.
âSure! Just let me get some sunscreen on, okay?â
âYouâre already looking a little red.â Clark remarks, and she glares at him. âNice to meet you, Harry.â
âSame to you.â Harry says as he sits down in his beach chair.
Danielle peels her coverup off, and lathers up in sunscreen before grabbing a sand toy to help Ryan dig a moat. Isabelle was down by the water with Sarah.
âHarry, do you like seafood?â Donna asks him.
âI do.â He nods.
âWonderful, I thought it would be nice to go out to eat since youâre here with us now. Celebrate having a full house and whatnot.â
âOh, wellâŚthat sounds nice, thanks.â Harry smiles at her.
âI hope you wonât be too miserable working from inside the houseâŚthereâs no central air or anything.â Robert says.
âOh, itâs not a problem. Heat doesnât exactly bother me.â He smirks, and Danielle flicks some sand at him. âOi, what was that for?!â
âNo fire fighter jokes or puns.â She points a finger at him warningly. âWeâre on vacation.â
âCome on, that was a good one, admit it.â
âI will do no such thing.â She looks at her parents who were chuckling at the exchange. âDonât encourage him, itâll only make it worse.â
âAnyways,â he side eyes her and then looks back at her parents, âIâll probably just set up on the porch when I need to hop onto email. My deputy chief is taking on a bit more for me for the next couple of weeks.â
Harry never really saw himself being a dad someday, but as the day went on, and he watched Danielle interact with Sarah and Ryan, he suddenly understood why women would get baby fever seeing a man hold a baby. He may have only been with Danielle for five months, but fuckâŚhe wanted to be the father of her kids. Yes, he got to spend an entire week with her and her classroom, but itâs not like he got to witness her loving on any of the kids. The way she cradled four-year-old Sarah to her chest as she napped, or splashed around in the water with Ryan, well, if he had ovaries theyâd be bursting.
Seeing her help them at dinner was just as cute too. Sarah insisted that her booster chair be places next to Danielle, and Danielle ended up helping cut up Sarahâs chicken fingers. Then Harry got to witness Danielle tucking Sarah and Ryan in for the night to give Clark and Isabelle a break.
The two decide to turn in a bit early since it had been a long day. Danielle was sitting up in bed reading her romance novel. Harry was reading the same one. They had formed a little book club with another once they found out they liked the same genre of fiction.
âDani?â He says to her.
âHm?â She says without looking at him.
âDo you think you wanna have kids of your own one day? Or are your kindergartners enough kids for you?â
She immediately closes her book and looks at him. She was a little shocked.
âIâŚI always thought if I met the right person then Iâd want to have kids. Like, turning that love into something physical, you know? Whatâs got you asking me about kids all of a sudden?â
âIn all honestyâŚwatching you with Ryan and Sarah today sort of sparked my interest. Youâre so good with them in so many different ways. IâŚI mean I never really thought twice about having kids, but if you and I decide this is a long term thingâŚIâd love to be the person you have kids with.â
âThought you didnât like playing the what if game.â She leans in and pecks his lips.
âI donât.â
âOkay, so, itâs not an if with us, Harry, itâs a when.â
He smiles and kisses her tenderly.
âYouâre the love of my life, you know that?â He says against her lips before kissing her again.
//
The school year was just about to start again. Classes would begin just after Labor Day. How were Harry and Danielle spending their long weekend? Well, she was currently bouncing up and down on his dick reverse-cowgirl on her couch while he sucked a nasty bruise into her neck, rubbing her clit with one hand, and kneading one of her breasts with the other. She felt like she was drooling from how good everything felt. The two of them had both tanned nicely over the summer, and now they Danielle was fully back in her apartment, Harry was taking full advantage.
âFuck, fuck!â She pants. Harry was thrusting up into her, pounding against her g-spot.
It was how she liked it, she didnât care if she was sore later, and he was happy to give it to her like this. She turns her head slightly and she licks into his mouth to suck on his tongue. He replaces his tongue in her mouth with two of his fingers, which she was happy to suck on while his fingers continued to work her clit. They had been together for a while now, and sometimes when you were a little older, time didnât make much of a difference when you were trying to check off certain boxes with the person you loved most. So, Harry just blurts out what heâs thinking.
âI think we should move in together.â He grunts, and she gasps around his fingers.
âWh-what?â She says, whining because sheâs so very close. This wasnât the type of talk she enjoyed during sex. âHarry, please, Iâm almost there, can we talk about this after?â She tugs at his hair, making him groan.
He grips her hips, helping her rock faster on him, and she goes to rub her own clit. He was fucking so hard and deep that she thought her spine was going to crack in half, but she didnât fucking care. She wanted it. He hits it just right again, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as her back arches, her body molding into his as she rides it out. His come shoots up inside her a moment after, and he presses his lips to her temple. She tries to move off him, but he wraps his arms around her tummy to keep here there.
âCan we talk now?â He breathes, his breath hot on the shell of her ear and she whimpers. âI really think we should live together.â
âAnd whose place do you want to live at, hm? Weâre both pack rats, Har. We both need home offices, we both-â
âJust answer the question: do you want to live together?â
âYes.â She looks over her shoulder at him. âI do.â
âOkay, then.â He smiles and gently lifts her off of him. âRight when we started dating, I got pre-approved for a home loan.â He wraps her up in the blanket she has on the couch and carries her into the bedroom so they can both lay down before cleaning themselves up. âI put the house hunting on hold, obviouslyâŚIâd need to get pre-approved again since the three-month window they gave me lapsed, butâŚI can afford a pretty decent house.â He smiles fondly at Danielle. She had that after sex glow to her, and it always made him melt.
âYouâŚyou can afford a house?â
âI can.â He nods. âBeen saving up for a while. I was sort of hopingâŚwellâŚwe could look at houses together. I could buy it, and then we could split the mortgage payments, or I could just pay the mortgage and you could take care of the utilities and other bills. Whatever makes more sense.â He shrugs. She blinks a few times and then licks her lips.
âI justâŚwow, I canât believe you wanna do something so huge with me. Buying a house with someone is a pretty big deal.â
âI feel like it makes more sense to buy the house first, and then save back up for a wedding later, but thatâs just me.â He gives her a smug look and her eyes widen. âI think thatâs why the divorce rate is too high, not enough people live together before they get married.â A grin starts to form on her lips. âDonât look at me like that, weâve talked about long-term stuff before.â
âWeâve talked about hypothetical babies, not buying a house. Do you already have a realtor?â
âNo, and we donât really need one. We can just look up the houses we wanna see and contact the realtor thatâs selling the home. A friend of mine did that and they said it was a way better experience.â
âI canât believe this.â She shakes her and then giggles, throwing her arms around his neck. âYou wanna be us a house! I wish I could help with the down payment, but my student loans have prevented me from putting a lot into my savingsâŚâ
âItâs no problem. Youâre able to afford this place on your own, so I figured youâd be able to help with bills and stuff.â
âI definitely will be able to.â She kisses his cheek. âLetâs go take a shower and then we can start looking on realtor.â
âEager.â He smirks as she tugs him up from the bed.
âNowâs the time to buy! All of the snowbirds who are looking to make the big plunge to warm weather full time will be looking to get rid of their houses, and with the school year starting we donât really have to worry about competing with families. Itâs perfect, Harry!â
It was, it really was.
//
By the beginning of October, the two were moved into a stunning home with four bedrooms, and four baths. They got just about everything on their wish list, and anything they didnât, Harry said he could make happen. Danielle was able to pass out candy for Halloween to the kids in the neighborhood, which delighted her to no end because a few of her new and previous students stopped by. And when it came time for Thanksgiving, even though they werenât full unpacked, Danielle was able to host a fabulous dinner for her family.
It wasnât always perfect, they disagreed on paint colors, furniture, curtains, and rugs. They usually found some way to compromise, though. Sometimes Danielle had trouble checking her attitude at the door. There was one evening she got home a little later than usual, so Harry got dinner started. A nice gesture on his part, which she thanked him for. However, when it came time to clean up, she wouldnât stop huffing while she loaded the dishwasher.
âAlright, whatâs wrong?â He finally asks. âWhy are you reorganizing everything?â
âBecause you never put anything in here right.â She snaps. âBowls and cups go on the top rack. Look at this! You put one of the little plates up here, how the fuck is that supposed to get cleaned properly?â She says as she moves the small plate to the bottom rack. âYou also donât load the silverware correctly. Did you want me to stab myself?! Iâm usually the one that has to unload it.â She huffs again after throwing a pod in and turning the dishwasher on. She crosses her arms and looks at him. âIâm your girlfriend, not your mother.â
âI never said you were.â He crosses his arms as well, astonished at her tone.
âYeah? So, did you think that your dirty socks and underwear just magically picked themselves up and put themselves into your hamper? Did you think that the bed magically gets made? Did you think that the broom and dustpan do a little fucking dance and thatâs how the shmutz on the floor gets cleaned up?!â
âYouâre making it seem like I donât do anything to help out around here. Iâm the one that rakes the leaves and mows the lawn, Iâm the one that has to stop what Iâm doing to come kill a bug every time you yelp, Iâm the one that takes care of all the trash in the house-â
âOnly when I say something about it overflowing. I have to tell you to do everything!â
âLook, Iâm sorry I donât load the dishwasher in the way that youâd prefer, but the dishes get clean, so-â
âNo, they donât. I either have to run it again, or I wash the stuff by hand. Weâre gonna have kids someday, Harry, I donât want them picking up on your bad habits.â
âMy bad habits?!â Okay, now he was getting angry. âI have to ask you to clean your hair out of the shower drain. In fact, your hair is fucking everywhere! You never wipe off the mirror after you pop a pimple, which you know you shouldnât be doing anyway.â He rolls his eyes. Her face falls into a deep frown. âNot so much fun when someoneâs pointing out your flaws, is it?â
âFuck off.â She turns on her heel and makes her way out of the kitchen.
âOh, so thatâs how itâs going to be. Youâre going to start an argument with me, but youâre not going to finish it?â He says as he follows her out to the staircase.
âYou asked me what was wrong, and I told you.â She states.
âYeah, but you didnât have to be such a bitch about it.â Her eyes widen with anger at that, and her nails press into her palms. She starts stomping her way upstairs. âDani.â He sighs. âShit, I didnât mean to say that.â He follows her up the stairs.
âBut you did.â She goes into the bedroom and almost shuts the door in his face, but he catches it, making his way in. âYou men are all the same, you know that? Any time a woman calls you out on some crap, sheâs a bitch.â
âYou got upset over something as insignificant as loading a dishwasher. You know weâre lucky to even have one? There are people who donât have the luxury.â
âYeah, I know! And Iâd probably be the one to always be washing the dishes.â
âIf it bothered you that much, then why didnât you say something to me before?â
âBecause I didnât want to come off as naggy! I donât want to be one of those women thatâs always telling their partner what to do and how to do it, but holy fuck, who actually raised you?! I mean, some of the things you do, I just donât understand.â She shakes her head.
âWe were obviously raised differently.â He sighs. âYou know if you just told me-â
âBut I donât want to have to tell you! I donât want to have to ask because I shouldnât have to.â
âIâm not a mind reader, Dani!â
âIâm not asking you to be! But when the sink is full of dishes, do you think you could take care of it without me having to mention it? Do you think that when the trash is full you could just bag it up and take it and put a new bag in? I canât tell you how many times Iâve accidentally thrown something out without a bag being in the barrel. It drives me bananas!â
âOkay, IâllâŚIâll try to be better about those things. I donât want you to feel like youâre having to pick up after me.â He runs a hand through his hair.
âAndâŚIâll try to not just explode on you when somethingâs been bothering me.â She sits on the bed and lays back. âUgh, I just had a long day. Kids are starting to get colds, and the meeting I had after school just wouldnât end, Iâm supposed to get my period in a couple of days so I feel bloated and gross.â Harry sits down next to her and rubs her thigh. He looks down at her with a soft smile. âListen to me.â She sighs. âHere I am complaining about stupid things when you literally put your life at risk every time you go to work.â
âDonât compare us, babe. Youâre allowed to feel annoyed and stressed.â
âHow do you always stay so calm?â She tugs him down to lay with her.
âI donât know. Itâs hard to stay upset when I have such a cute girlfriend.â He kisses her cheek and she giggles.
âIâm sorry I got so mad.â
âItâs okay, baby.â He kisses her cheek again. âWeâre bound to have an argument once in a while. The most important thing is that we always make up afterwards.â Â He starts kissing on her neck and she bites her bottom lip.
âHarry, I just told you that I feel bloated and gross, and-â
âSo, let me make you feel not gross.â He says as he moves on top of her. âLet me love on you, darling, itâll help you destress.â He moves her up the bed until heâs situated between her legs. He undoes her pants and drags them down her legs. âAre you wearing boxer-briefs?â He questions.
âY-yeah? I started buying them a little while ago. Theyâre more comfortable, and they breathe better. Plus, no panty lines.â
âHow did I not notice this?â He blinks.
âBecause I usually change when I get home into something a little sexier.â She chuckles.
âActuallyâŚâ He tugs on the band and lets it snap back against her skin. âYou look pretty sexy in these.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
He tugs them off of her and kisses on her tummy. He parts he legs and licks around her folds. She sighs and lets her body rest into the mattress.
âI really feel like I donât deserve this since I was so nasty to you.â She says as she cards her finger through his hair.
âYou can make it up to me by letting me fuck your mouth afterwards. Seems like you could use a break from running it, hm?â He sucks on her clit, making her groan, and she nods.
âYeah, seems fair to me.â She gasps as he licks into her warm center, and uses his thumb on her clit. âWould you make me come a few times, though, at least?â
Her gives her a devilish smirk, which she takes as a yes while he continues to work his tongue in and out of her. He gave her four orgasms before crawling up her body and stuffing his throbbing down her throat. Feeling her nails dig into his hips as he thrusted in and out of her was everything he needed. They didnât do stuff like this often. He didnât want to be one of those couples where certain types of sex or positions were used as punishments. But he knew Danielle genuinely enjoyed feeling a little bit of pain, not that theyâd ever talked about it. He didnât want to embarrass her by bringing up one of her very obvious kinks. Whenever he did fuck her throat, though, she always moaned around him, and sheâd end up drenched between her legs all over again, so he knew she enjoyed it. He also made sure to love on her right afterwards, praising her, telling her how good she did for him, and heâd get a glass of water for her to sip on while he cleaned her up. They had good, healthy relationship in many aspects. He loved her, he really fucking loved her, and he never wanted to be without her.
âDani, fuck, I love you, I love you so much, shit!â He cries out as he comes down her throat. He pulls away from her carefully and she smiles up at him after swallowing. He wipes a few stray tears away from her cheek.
âI love you too.â She says, voice hoarse, but still there.
âDo you feel like taking a bath tonight? I could rub your shoulders for you.â
âIâd like that, yeah, thanks.â
//
A couple of months later, and it was fire safety week once again. They made it through their first holiday season together, and his thirty-third birthday. Now they had been together an entire year, owned a home together, and were looking into potentially getting a dog. Harry had told her all about the senior dogs at the shelter, and Danielle sort of liked the idea of not having to train a puppy, even if they were undeniably cute.
All of the kids in both of Danielleâs groups knew that Chief Styles was Miss Robinsonâs very special friend because she had a picture of the two of them on her desk, and one of him as her desktop wallpaper. It was no surprise that some of the kids teased them a bit, and asked some personal questions, but other than that the week was going well as it usually did. When Friday rolled around, it was time for the kids to put on their performance for the fire department. It was an assembly all of the grades came to, along with the other teachers. Once the four songs, and a skit, are over, Harry goes up to give his thanks just as he did last year.
âThank you all so much for another fantastic week. Fire safety is extremely important to learn at a young age. I know we had a lot of fun together, but remember, when youâre missing Chief Styles, donât call 911 to talk to him. Have your parent or guardian come down to the fire house, and we can say hello there, alright?â That was usually where the assembly would end, but today things were going to go a little differently. âIf I could have all of the kids back up on stage for a moment? Parents, I promise this wonât take more than a couple of minutes.â
Danielle was visibly confused because she hadnât planned anything else with the students, and Harry hadnât mentioned adding anything special today. So, she sat in her seat in the front row and watched. She leaned over next to one of her colleagues.
âDo you know whatâs going on?â She asks.
âJust watch, Dani.â Her colleague says, and Danielle sits up straight in her seat again.
All of the kids were holding a piece of paper in their hands. It was facing blank towards the audience. Some of them were giggling as Harry and the other fire fighters placed them in certain spots. Ralph gives Harry a thumbs up, and he starts speaking into the microphone again.
âNot a lot of people know this, or maybe they do, I donât really know, but last year was my first year getting to host fire safety week with the lovely Miss Robinson, and over this last year sheâs managed to steal my heart, giving me the great privilege of calling her my girlfriend.â The kids behind him snicker and giggle. âYou said youâd all be cool, come on.â He looks over at Danielle, who still really had no idea what the fuck was going on. âMiss Robinson, could you come here for a moment?â
She nods, and gets up slowly, walking over to him. He takes one of his hands in hers.
âWhat are you doing?â She whispers.
âYouâll see.â He winks. âMiss Robinson has taught her kids how to spell lots of interesting words already this year. She teaches them how to sound things out, and all that good stuff. I had a chance to teach them something this week and theyâve been dying to show you.â He tugs her to the side so the whole audience will be able to see. âAlright, kids, flip your papers over to show Miss Robinson.â
She gasps when she sees it, cupping a hand over her mouth as her eyes start to well up. All of the papers spelled out: M I S S â R O B I N S O N â W I L L â Y O U â M A R R Y â M E ? She looks at Harry, who was now down on one knee, holding up a gorgeous ring in a little black, velvet box.
âIt says, Miss Robinson, will you marry me?â He says to her with a beaming smile.
âI can see that.â She says, wiping some tears from her cheeks.
âWill you?â
âYes! Oh my god, yes.â Everyone in the room cheers as Harry slips the ring on her finger. He stands up, and kisses her, not to vulgarly because there were kids around, but enough to show how happy he was that she said yes. âWhen did you have the time to plan all of this with them?â
âGot their parentsâ emails from one of the other teachers.â He smirks. âAre you surprised?â
âIâm shocked!â She turns to her students. âYou all kept such a big secret from me!â They crowd around her to hug her as she opens her arms for them.
A ton of the teachers, parents, and fire fighters all come up to the congratulate the pair. Once all of the fuss is over, and the cafeteria is cleared, Harry and Danielle go back to her classroom so she can pack up her things for the day.
âDo you like the ring?â He asks nervously.
âAre you kidding, I love it! Itâs so beautiful, baby.â She pecks his lips. âI canât wait to call my parents, Iâm buzzing! Think of how cute Sarahâs going to be as a flower girl. Oh, and theyâll start calling you Uncle Harry, how sweet!â
âGonna have to let Ryan be a groomsman, or I think heâll try to kill me.â Harry chuckles. âHeâs quite protective over his Auntie Dani.â
âAnd donât you forget it.â She presses her finger to his chest. He leans in and kisses her tenderly. Normally, Danielle didnât like getting so lovey dovey in her classroom, but she figured she had a good excuse in case anyone walked in. âI still canât believe you planned all of that and pulled it off. Those kids usually canât keep a secret.â
âI promised them all a ride in one of the fire trucks if they kept their mouths shut.â
âDamn, that was really smart.â She chuckles.
âIâd say so.â He smirks. âDo you feel like going out to eat tonight to celebrate? Ralph and his husband were hoping to treat us.â
âSure.â She nods. âIâll just need to cancel my yoga classes really quick.â
âYou can still teach your classes if you want. I can just tell him we wonât be ready until later.â
âNo, see, I wanna go home, and stay there for a bit.â She tugs on the suspenders that were keeping his fire pants up. âIâd like to celebrate with you privately first, Chief Styles.â She takes his hat off and puts it on her own head before catching his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it. He groans into the kiss, and she lets his lip snap back. He had inadvertently put her into one of her âChief Styles/Miss Robinsonâ moods, which he wasnât upset about in the least. âHowâs that sound?â
âWell, Miss Robinson, Iâd say it sounds like youâre trying to seduce me.â He smirks, and she rolls her eyes. It was her least favorite joke.
âI canât wait to be Danielle Robinson Styles so that you canât make that stupid fucking joke anymore. Iâm not a forty-year-old woman seducing a recent college grad!â His face softens immensely. âWhat?â
âNothing.â He puts his hands on her hips and gives her a squeeze. âI justâŚI didnât think youâd want to change your name, is all.â
âHarry, Iâd be proud to be called Mrs. Styles. Think of how cute itâll be after we get married and I have a new class, and then when you come in for fire safety week, Iâll be able to say my husband, Chief Styles.â She pouts at him.
âAlright, itâs time we get you home before my stiffy pops through my pants.â
She giggles as she grabs her bag, and they both rush out of her classroom, and out to the car. They held hands the while way home, not wanting to be apart from one anotherâs touch for even a second.
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Valentineâs Day Mystery Special! Part 3
How They Would Spend Valentine's Day With You!
Request: No
Warnings: Swearing, fluff
Word Count: 1243
A/N: Day Three! Here it is! The Mystery Valentine's Day Special! It's basically a brief list of some head-cannons of what spending V-Day with these characters would be like (from my opinion). SORRY THIS IS LATE MY COMPUTER DIED LMAO! Characters who receive their own special are not included on this list. Another reminder that requests are still open but will not be posted until after 2/15. However, you can send in a Valentine's Day request and I'll do my best to post it with the specials! If you would like an extension of any of these, send in an ask and let me know! I hope you enjoy!
Part Three: X-Men
Kurt Wagner
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Shyest person ever. Oh my god, so shy and awkward. He would be so shy that you almost didn't become his valentine, even if you were dating, because he was way too afraid to ask. And gifts? Oh god, for gifts he'd get so shy he'd probably teleport away by accident and then reappear and ultimately startle you from how quickly he disappeared and reappeared. He'd immediately begin to apologize about scaring you and about a "bad gift" because you'd have tears in your eyes. But the tears would be happy tears because Kurt would put literally SO MUCH time and effort and thought into your gifts. It'd take you a while to reassure him that they were indeed happy tears and not bad tears. Kurt loves you so much but he'd still be so shy and awkward about the whole day.
Warren Worthington iii
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Listen, I love Warren but he would be so full of himself. He likes Valentine's Day but mainly because it means that he gets chocolate and he gets you to spend the full day with him. He'd get you a stuffed animal and some candy/chocolate, he'd wanna watch a movie with you and probably would ask you to make dinner. You'd both share a lovely dinner but, overall, Warren's not the most romantic guy. He's the type of person who's into Valentine's Day for like two hours and then it's just another regular day (and he's not necessarily wrong). However, despite all this, he would spend the day making sure you understand that he loves you dearly and he appreciates you. You mean so, so much to him for giving him a chance after the whole Apocalypse thing, so he would definitely want you to understand your special and he loves you so much.
Erik Lehnsherr
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ROMANTIC. Oh my... I can't even begin to explain how secretly romantic this man is. Erik loves you, and I mean he loves you, and he 100% uses the excuse of Valentine's Day to flaunt it. He would wake you up with breakfast in bed of your favorite breakfast foods and he'd give you your favorite flowers and your favorite sweets. Erik would definitely pamper you the whole day and he would not be an ounce of shy about giving you gifts. He'd just be so happy to give you stuff. You'd watch a movie together and then he'd make you a gorgeous, candle-lit dinner. Of course you'd end the day taking a bubble bath together and he would be the freaking cheese to leave a trail of rose petals. Erik is the definition of romantic himself, so I have no doubt that he would love Valentine's Day for the sole purpose of getting to have an extra reason to spoil you all day because, "You are perfection and therefore, you should feel like perfection."
Logan Howlett
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Bless his heart, bless Logan's heart, but he definitely lets his ego get in the way. He'd definitely try to act all manly about the day because he doesn't like Valentine's Day that much. He would think flowers aren't manly so he'd get you some chocolates and something you'd been asking for for a long time, maybe he'd even make you something. Logan loves you more than he could ever actually express but he's just not the most romantic person, seeing as his past relationships never ended that well. Logan would definitely be watching some sports game and you'd kiss his cheek before getting up to like, refill your drink or something and this is when his guard would fall. He'd snatch your wrist and be like, "Where are you going? You're not leaving are you? I'm sorry I've been so.." and you'd just smile and raise your glass, quickly refilling your drink before coming back to sit beside Logan only to be yanked into his side and have a kiss placed to your temple as he'd mumble, "Love you so much, bub."
Wade Wilson
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Wade loves Valentine's Day so much. He'd get one of those corny Valentine's Day shirts and wear it with so much pride, and you can of course expect him to have matching Valentine's Day socks. You though? Oh you can bet your ass you are forced to stay in bed or on the couch. Wade barely even lets you lift a finger because, you're his queen and "Queens let their Kings serve them." He would get you anything and everything you wanted. Candy? He bought you enough to last you years. Flowers? You don't even have enough vases. Jewelry? You don't have enough body parts. Your first Valentine's Day, it took you maybe two hours to realize he was purposefully going over the top because... it's Wade. But you know his intentions are all good because holy fuck he loves you so much. However, when night comes Wade would literally get so flipping kinky with you because... again... it's Wade. One last thing, there's a 99.9% chance that Wade didn't even ask you to be his Valentine, he probably just demanded it.
Hank McCoy
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Hank is... well he really has no opinion on Valentine's Day. He doesn't dislike it but he doesn't necessarily like it. As for your date/gift exchange all I can say is picnic. Picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic! I can't stress this enough, Hank would take you on the cutest picnic you've ever been on. Like, it'd be next to some beautiful waterfall or on some hill with an outstanding view, but it'd be so cute and so neatly packed. He'd definitely be shy about giving gifts but would love the tiny squeal you'd left out when he'd hand you your favorite candy and something you'd mentioned a few times but not enough to suspect he'd actually paid attention. Hank is shy, so naturally he'd just want to spend the day appreciating you and making you happy. You'd be laid back in his lap, taking in your surroundings and Hank would mumble, "I'm truly the luckiest guy in the world."
Alex Summers
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This boy loves Valentine's day, can't express it enough. He full-heartedly believes that the mansion needs to be decked out in decorations, every single year. Alex is definitely not the most romantic person but he tries so hard to be romantic and his efforts definitely work. Not only would he get you chocolates and candies and flowers but he'd definitely be the person to get you balloons and a card. He would put so much thought into the gift because he'd definitely make it all into a little gift basket with all the gifts and the card would definitely bring you to tears.
Scott Summers
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Scott pretends to hate Valentine's Day but everyone knows he loves it. He loves seeing you smile and hearing your laugh. I touched a small bit on Scott in the Peter special. Definitely gives you flowers, and he would go more off of which flowers smelt the best rather than which were the "prettiest". Scott would totally get you chocolates and your favorite candy but he'd get you like those Lindt Lindor chocolates or Sees Candy. I feel like Scott would leave the whole day up to you. If you wanna watch a movie, sure! Which one? If you want to go out to eat, sure! Which restaurant? If you want to go exploring, sure! Where to first? Scott literally finds joy in seeing you happy so I think he'd just spend the entirety of Valentine's Day trying to make sure that you're as happy as possible.
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thanksgiving | jeff skinner
a/n: itâs here!!! this is like 4k that i threw together in like a week after i took it as a personal challenge from @blueskrugs after i asked why we donât write more thanksgiving fics. a huge shoutout to her and @danglesnipecelly, for inspiration and cheering me on for this, as well as literally anyone else whoâs cheered me on to finish thing, youâre all the real mvps and i love you all đ
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Jeff shrugs, and from across the table filled with pizza, beer, and a bunch of other things that are most definitely not on his approved list of foods, you stare at him.
âI dunno. I donât really have plans, I guess? Probably just sit at home, relax a little?â He says. Your jaw drops. He has...he has what now? âYou're going to your parentâs right?â You nod slowly, still stuck on the fact that heâs going to sit at home and do nothing on Thanksgiving, the best of all holidays. Not spend the day with some teammates, not make a quick trip to his family, nothing. âThatâll be fun!â Jeff grins, dimples popping. âWhat are you-â
âYouâre doing nothing?â You get out finally, the words coming back to you.
Jeffâs smile falters, but only slightly, and he nods. âYeah? I mean, thereâs no practice, no games. Iâll justâŚâ He trails off for a second and then shrugs. âRest.â
âYouâre not going to go, like, visit your parents? Theyâre right across the border!â
âItâs a Thursday.â Jeff says patiently and you abruptly remember that his Canadian-ness is the whole point of this conversation.
âThanksgiving is the best holiday! You canât sit at home alone on it; I forbid it!â Jeffâs smile grows again as he laughs and you try and fight your own grin as you shove at his shoulders, to no avail. âCome home with me!â
âWhat?â He laughs again, but this time, itâs more like disbelief.
But the idea is already growing in your mind. âCome home with me! You know my parents love you, they wonât mind at all!â
âI canât just invite myself to your Thanksgiving!â Jeff protests.
You wave him off. âYouâre not, Iâm inviting you! Come on, weâd love to have you!â He still looks hesitant, so you add, âOur Thanksgiving is huge anyway; one extra mouth to feed isnât going to put anyone out, Jeff.â
âAlright.â He caves, and you grin, pulling your phone close to you to text your mom and let her know. âBut ask your mom, okay? Like, really ask her, donât just, like, tell her Iâm coming.â
âToo late!â You say cheerfully, showing him the text youâd sent in your family group chat, telling them you were bringing Jeff with you next week. Your momâs already responded with a string of happy face emojis and your younger sister with a How I Met Your Mother gif about Canadian Thanksgiving. âBe prepared for a lot of Canada jokes!â
âIs that supposed to be different than any other time I see your family?â Jeff deadpans, but youâre pretty sure he looks like, at least 50% more relaxed, so you count this as a win and ignore him completely, already mentally planning for the best holiday of the year.
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The drive back home to your parents takes about an hour longer than youâd like, stuck in the same godawful traffic as everyone else trying to leave Buffalo on Wednesday so that they can get back home in time to go out that night.Â
When Jeff finally pulls his car up in front of your childhood home, you can already see that itâs bustling with activity, getting ready for tomorrow. Most of your siblings have already arrived- only your older brother, with his wife and daughters will come in tomorrow, with the rest of your family- but your younger brother and sister have already come home, a fact thatâs even more evident when you and Jeff walk in the front door and immediately trip over three pairs of sneakers.
âLiam!â You cry, grabbing onto Jeff so you donât fall. âMotherfucker, move your shoes!â
Your brother pops his head out of the living room, AirPods in his ears. âIâm on a call!â And just as you're marveling at the fact that your brother is a real person with a real job taking real work calls, said real person with a real job spots Jeff and lights up. âJeff! Bro! Whatâs up, man?â
âI thought you were on a call.â You snap at him.
âIâm on mute.â Liam slaps his palm against Jeffâs pulling him in for a ridiculous handshake-bro hug combo, before he finally comes over and lifts you off the floor. âYo!â
âYo!â You repeat, honestly unable to believe youâre related to this kid. If the two of you didnât look exactly alike, youâd probably think he was adopted. âYou still coming out tonight?â
âHell yeah, this is my last call. Iâm ready to go.â
You snicker, looking down at his sweatpants and dress shirt combo- he must have taken a video call at some point today. âYeah, okay, bud.â
He ruffles your hair, in that annoying way heâs been able to do ever since he grew taller than you. âDonât you worry, I will be.â
You laugh, ducking under his arm, to let him get back to it. Youâve got no doubts about that. Liamâs always ready to party. âFinish your call so we can start pregaming.â
He grins, like you knew he would. âNow weâre talking.â And then he ducks back into your dadâs office.
Jeff is laughing when you look back at him and you give him a look. âWhat?â
âNothing, just forgot how the two of you were when you got going.â
âYup, and youâre stuck with us for next two days!â You grin.
Jeff rolls his eyes at you, but heâs still smiling when he follows you to the kitchen, in search of your mom. Sheâs at the counter, rolling dough for biscuits, her only other contribution to the annual Thanksgiving dinner that she hosts, besides the turkey; a holiday that sheâd taken over hosting once it had become too much for your grandmother to handle, but only on the caveat that everyone began contributing food toward the meal. Itâs been a potluck style holiday ever since.
Sheâs ultra-focused, the volume on her favorite playlist high (this wild mix of 80âs pop and todayâs hits thatâs actually kind of a banger), so you sneak up behind her and wrap your arms around her. âHi!â
âJesus!â Your mom jumps, elbowing you in the process, but youâre laughing too hard to care. âDonât do that!â
âJust excited to see you!â You beam at her, squeezing her once more, before pulling away. âWhere do you want the pie?â Jeff lifts the pie youâd made yesterday, showing your mom.
Your mom purses her lips, studying the kitchen around her. âLeave it on the counter for now; Iâll have your dad clear some space in the garage.â She gestures with her elbow. âHi Jeff!âÂ
âHi!â Jeff pulls out his best smile, a real one, dimples super popped. âThank you for having me-â
Your mom cuts him off before he can finish, like you knew she would. âOh, weâre so happy you could make it! Youâre welcome anytime, Jeff!â She assures him.
âIs the guest room ready?â You ask. âWeâll throw our stuff upstairs before Dad sees it at the bottom of the steps and has a fit.â
Your mom fights back a laugh at that- a statement that everyone in your family knows all too well-but then looks almost apologetic as she finishes, âIt is, but we gave it to Katie.â
âOh, Katieâs here too?â Your sisterâs roommate at college was, at this point, basically another sister to you. She hardly went home for breaks within the semesters, usually came up for at least a month during the summer, and more often than not came home with Abby when she was back for anything. The âguest roomâ really was more like Katieâs room at this point.Â
âWhere else would she be?â Abby appears, right on cue, with Katie right behind her, practically matching in leggings and oversized sorority shirts. âItâs Thanksgiving; sheâs ready to rage tonight.â
You actually canât wait for the babies to be hungover tomorrow-both were 21 for their first Thanksgiving Eve and you know theyâre going to be in a super rough spot tomorrow-but you keep that thought to yourself.Â
âIt didnât even occur to me!â Your mom says apologetically. âI just gave Katie her usual room.â
âNo, itâs cool. Jeff and I can share. He doesnât mind, right?â But you barely even wait for his shrug and nod in agreement. Itâs not like you havenât before, when youâre either too lazy or too drunk to go home. Youâre both adults, itâs no big. âIâve shared a bed with you before; Iâll spare Katie the bruised shins.â You tease your sister.
Katie cracks up as Abby sputters out how rude you are. âItâs a hazard!â Katie agrees, dodging the swat your sister sends towards her. It sets the two of them off, which you take as your cue to grab Jeffâs hand and drag him (and your stuff) up to your room.
Of course, usually when youâre sharing a bed with Jeff, itâs a king sized bed, or at least a queen- definitely not the double that your parents just shoved in your old room to replace the queen bed that had been in there until you moved out and took your furniture with you. You hadnât realized how small it was though, not until today, until the idea of actually having to share it with someone, with Jeff, who might not be a giant, but isnât tiny. âSorry.â You apologize, almost unsure of what youâre saying.
Jeff shrugs. âWell, at least you donât kick.â He smiles, as then itâs like everythingâs back to normal, that awkward feeling that was growing over you gone as quickly as it came.Â
âSheâs a bruiser, donât let her tell you otherwise.â You throw your bag down, rifling through it for the sweater you were planning to wear tomorrow, to hang it up so it isnât too wrinkled.
Jeff laughs. âIâll take your word for it.â Heâs holding up his shirt, a button down and a tie. âWhere can I hang this?â
âYou canât wear that!â
He frowns, likely at the vehemence youâd just spoken that with. âUhh, why not?â
âYouâll get roasted.â Seriously, youâd told him it wasnât a dressy affair. God, what part of not dressy does he think requires a tie? âDonât you have, like, a sweater?â
âI mean, yeah, but-â
âSweater and jeans, thatâs fine.â
Jeff gives you a look. âThat doesnât seem-â
âSweater. And jeans.â You repeat. Heâll thank you tomorrow, when your uncle doesnât ask him when tea is. When your cousin doesnât talk to him only in a fake British accent for the entire night.Â
Jeff hands over a sweater, a soft thing youâve seen him wear on many occasions, and you smile your thanks at him, hanging it up next to yours. âMeet your standards?â He asks; you think heâs aiming for teasing but he kind of misses the mark, sounding a little more nervous than joking.
âPerfect.â He smiles back at you and you laugh. âCome on, you dork. Letâs go see whatâs for dinner tonight.â
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âDonât wake me up when you come in tonight!â Your dad calls, as he drops the five of you off at Melâs, the bar for Thanksgiving Eve. Your friends are already at the bar, youâre anticipating a high school reunion for sure, and youâve warned Jeff of this, even though he assured you that he could handle it, and he was just excited for a nice, chill night.
Youâd actually laughed out loud at that. Oh Jeffrey.Â
âPshh.â Liam waves your dad off. âI havenât done that since I was like 16 and still having to sneak out.â
Your dad gives him a look. âI was talking to your sister.â He looks over at Abby, who ignores him completely, in favor of taking a SnapChat with Katie, and he sighs resolutely. You all absolutely know she isnât listening to a word he says. âHave fun, be safe. Uber home.â
Liam salutes him. âWill do.â
Inside the bar, the night starts exactly as you and Liam have started your last few Thanksgiving Eveâs-with a round of shots at the bar as youâre ordering drinks, before splitting off to find your respective friends to start the evening.
Jeff fits in with your friends fantastically, laughing and joking around with them like heâs known them forever, even though youâre sure the only one heâs met is your oldest friend, Ashley. But he greets Ashley and her husband, Brian, like old friends, and quickly joins conversations with all your other friends, and soon hours have passed before your brother is sliding up behind you. âHeads up.â Liam mutters as he passes. âDouche at 3 oâclock.â
You tense as it takes everything in you not to turn and look over. âHey.â Jeff nudges you, concern clear in his eyes as he looks at you, and youâre not sure what he pulled himself away from, but you must look pretty bad. âYou okay?â
You nod, kinda spacily, but leaning in closer to him, and he takes the cue to curl in toward you- youâre not really interested in shouting to the entire bar and youâre really not interested in drawing attention to yourself. âYeah, just- my ex is over there.â
Jeff purses his lips for a minute and then schools his face back to neutral. âI take it things didnât end well.â
âNo.â You say, thinking of the demise of your relationship with Dylan. âIt did not.â
You hadnât even realized that Jeff grabbed your hand until heâs squeezing it gently. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be.â You shake your head. âIt was...definitely for the best.â It might have taken you a while to see that, but you can now, even if the rare instances you still see Dylan sometimes rattles you. âI thought I was going to marry him, at one point, but Iâm so much happier here now.â
Jeff smiles. âGood.â
You squeeze his hand once more, a thanks for his comfort and care, before both of you rejoin the conversation, and you forget about Dylan entirely for the next hour, until you physically run into him coming back from the bar with another round of drinks for you and Jeff.
âHey!â Dylan beams at you, goes right in for a cheek kiss, like youâre still that familiar, and once again you stiffen up.
âHi.â You return politely, ready to sidestep around him and return to Jeff and your friends.
âNo, wait.â Dylan steps with you, blocking your path. âI havenât seen you in forever. Letâs catch up a minute, whatâs new?â
âNo offense, Dylan, but Iâm not really looking to catch up with you.â You say flatly.
He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can another voice cuts in. âEverything okay here?â Jeff asks politely, stepping very purposefully next to you, and Dylanâs eyes immediately fly over to him.
âMhmm,â You nod. âWas just on my way back to you.â
âGood.â Jeff says, in a tone far more harsh than you usually hear him take. âLetâs get back.â He positions himself again, clearing a space for you to easily slip past Dylan, and then steps closely behind you, catching up quickly.
âThanks.â You lean against him, gently, not looking to spill either of your drinks, but Jeff solves that problem by taking his.
âAny time.â Jeff says softly and you donât have much else to say on the matter so you just nudge him once more in thanks and walk back toward your friends with him at your side.
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When you wake up the next morning, youâre warm and comfortable and only a little hungover, which you count as a huge success. Thereâs not too much noise going on downstairs yet, which means you definitely have some more time to sleep, so you curl back into your pillow, humming contently when it pulls you in closer.
And then your eyes pop open abruptly, because pillows donât do that.
Except they do when they look like Jeff Skinner, who looks just as soft and warm and comfortable as you feel right now, still sleeping judging by the evenness of his breath.Â
Itâs just...itâs a really nice way to wake up, with Jeffâs kind-of smiling face, looking super soft and cozy as he breathes just on the wrong side of too loud, but not so loudly that it drives you nuts.Â
Itâs a little too early to unpack that, and your hangover might not be that bad but itâs definitely bad enough that youâre not ready to think on that, so you close your eyes and let yourself curl into Jeff and fall back asleep.
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When you do finally get out of bed, Thanksgiving morning is its usual chaos, running around with last minute errands, cleaning, and helping your mom in the kitchen. The last to shower for the day, by the time you arrive downstairs, the Lions vs. Bears game is well underway, your notoriously early grandparents have already arrived, and your grandmother is already asking your mom where that one turkey decoration she bought her one year is.
You bypass the kitchen entirely and move toward the living room, where you find your dad, grandfather, Jeff, and siblings all gathered, just as youâd expected. You slide down on the floor next to Jeff, knowing that itâs only a matter of time before more of your family arrives and youâre offering your set up anyway, and wait for the next round of chaos to begin.
It doesnât take long. Your aunts, uncles, and cousins start pouring in and then itâs just introduction after introduction, as you wrap up showing off Jeff to one group just as the next arrives. You are absolutely confident he has no idea who anyone is, but itâs fine, because heâs still laughing and joking around with all your uncles and cousins that have joined you in watching football.Â
The kitchen is its own brand of chaos, when you make a quick stop in on your back from a beer run, but chaos has never stopped your aunt before and it certainly isnât today. âOh my god!â She exclaims, after youâve pressed a smacking kiss to the top of your grandmomâs head. âThat boy!â
âWhat boy?â You ask, like an idiot, which is immediately clear from the looks you get from everyone in the kitchen, even your usually oblivious uncle, whoâs doing...something...with the ham theyâd brought. âWho, Jeff?â
âYes.â Another aunt stresses. âHeâs cute!â
You shrug. âYeah, I mean-â
But your grandmom cuts you off this time. âAnd so friendly! Just the nicest boy! Oh, you couldnât have found anyone better!â She exclaims.
âWell, I havenât.â You announce, watching all of their faces fall. âSo sorry to burst that bubble.â
âWhy?â One of your older cousins frowns. âGirl. Get on that. You are not going to do better than that boy in there.â
âI truly donât know if that was meant to be a dig at me or you all think that highly of Jeff already, but regardless. We are just friends.â Now everyone in the kitchen is giving you a look. You gather the beers and retreat, distributing them as you return to your spot on the floor near Jeff.
Heâs giving you a look as you pass him his, but whateverâs on your face must not be too bad, because he just thanks you as you pass him the bottle, and you nod in return as you try to find the same comfortable spot as before, leaning against his thigh.
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Your dad catches you a bit later, as heâs coming back with beers this time and youâre coming out of the bathroom, and he nudges you carefully as you take a few bottles from his hand. âSo Jeff?â
You groan. The tone of that statement was far too loaded. âJesus, you too?â
Your dad laughs. âWho else?â
âEveryone.â
âWell maybe that should be your hint.â Your dad says teasingly, but also not? Thereâs definitely some seriousness to this. âThat Jeffâs pretty perfect for you.â
You stare at him. âYouâve met Jeff, like, a hundred times. Whyâs this coming out now?â
âI always thought you were my smart kid and that youâd figure it out yourself.â He muses. âNow I realize youâre only book-smart and youâd never figure this out on your own.â And then he leaves you there in the hallway, with your jaw dropped and too many thoughts, as he continues on, laughing at you.
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When the call to come serve yourselves echoes into the room, the usual mad scramble follows immediately. Itâs only as youâre getting into line behind your brother that you realize that Jeffâs not with you anymore, and you abandon the long line waiting for food, in favor of seeking out Jeff.
You find Jeff upstairs, in your room, just kind of lounging on your bed, and you lean against the doorway. âHey! Foodâs ready.â
âYeah.â Jeff nods, the smile he sends you back in return far too tight and forced to be genuine. âBe right down.â
But he doesnât move, so you step in and climb into your bed next to him. âWhatâs wrong?â
Jeff laughs; itâs kind of hollow and doesnât sound anything like his usual loud laugh or his giggles that you love. âWhat- nothing. Nothingâs wrong.â
âJeff.â You say softly. âCome on.â
He sighs. âWhy did you bring me here?â
That...was not at all what you expected. âWhat?â
âWhy did you bring me here?â He repeats. âWhy did you bring me home, to your family? I thought, maybe, finallyâŚâ He trails off for a minute. âExcept, thereâs like ten other randos here too!â He laughs again, that hollow thing that youâre already hating. âEverybody in this family just brings people home, and thatâs awesome, okay? Please donât ever change that about yourself. I just-I thought we had something special, is all.â He says, sounding almost sad? Melancholy?Â
âYou are special.â You hate this. Jeff should never be sad; he should always be happy and smiling and joking. This is worse than seeing him after losses, worse than seeing him at low points in the season, that one game when he realizes that shitâs done and theyâre just playing to keep playing now, that playoffs wonât be coming this year, again. âJeff, youâre-â
âIâm in love with you.â Jeff says and itâs so straight-up, matter-of-fact, like itâs never not been a fact for him. âAnd Iâm sorry Iâve fucked things up here for tonight and made this so awkward. I just- being here with you and your family just made me want you that much more.â
Thereâs so so so much you want to say to Jeff, but itâs like time is frozen. You canât speak, canât move, canât do anything except look at him in awe, until he starts to move off your bed, when you reach for him, finally, resting your hand on his thigh, relieved when he looks back at you. âMy dad thinks Iâm an idiot.â You blurt out and Jeff just gives you a look. âIâm sorry; that wasnât what I wanted to say.â You take a deep breath, trying to gather the jumble of thoughts in your head. âOr at least, not the only thing. He thinks Iâm an idiot because he thinks youâre perfect for me and I didnât see it. My whole family thinks youâre perfect- cute and friendly and nice- and god, Jeff, you are! Youâre all those things!â Heâs still watching you, with like, barely the smallest hint of a smile on his face. âI just-didnât realize you were perfect for me until we came here.â
Now heâs full on beaming, dimples showing, and you donât even realize that youâre returning the grin until his hand comes up to your face, thumbing at the corner of your lip. âIâm sorry Iâm a dumbass.â You finish lamely, too busy smiling at Jeff. âPlease kiss me so we can make sure we get biscuits.â
Jeff hums. âI donât know if I can kiss you now and just...stop.â
âWell Iâm not going down to eat until you do.â You say stubbornly. âAnd youâve been hyping up those biscuits since breakfast.â
âFair enough.â Jeff laughs and then youâre smiling into the best first kiss youâve ever had, tangling your hands into his hair and wondering if you may actually end up missing the meal this year.
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itâs gonna be okay
summary: your best friend would always make you feel loved and comforted and tonight was nothing different.
pairing:Â izuku midoriya x reader
genre:Â angst / fluff
word count:Â 2k
warnings: mean mom ;; itâs not too specific about why
a/n: requested by @lavenderbutton05 and i hope you like it :)
Š 2021 by softtamaki
so !!
currently thereâs a lot of things that have been happening recently
some good :D
some bad >:(
but either way youâve always had your best friend to cheer you up
thatâs right izuku midoriya is your best friend!! but even that has a sour taste in your mouth since recently, you two have been very touchy
and technically katsuki bakugou is also your bff but like donât tell anyone that because he gets REALLY angry
for legit no reason too
itâs not like you have friday 4pm solely dedicated towards going to your favorite shop and eating food
(you totally do but if ANYONE â even izuku â knew, goodbye free sweets hello angry bakugou)
back to the point
midoriya confessed to you a week ago but ran off before you could say it back, eventually you did tell him
the two of you are taking it really slowly and donât have any labels (yet)
but midoriya has always managed to keep you on your toes
no like ,, literally
âcome on, y/n. you got this!â
âizuku i swear to all might, are you trying to kill me?â
midoriya sighed and his hands went back to the side of his body
he was trying to get you outside
while trying not to get super flustered at using his first name (even though youâve used it a million times)
he wants to know whatâs bothering of late, youâre being secretive and generally dismissive and itâs making him worried
âjust, trust me? iâll catch you!â
currently, you were on the railing of the girls UA dorm building and midoriya was on the floor underneath
your regeneration quirk wouldnât be that useful in this situation so youâre grateful that youâve been training in different martial arts
aikido would be very helpful in this situation since it would be best at helping you get down gracefully
you jump down the railing and land on the flat ground with a loud slap due to the sandals you had on
it was too hot for shoes! slippers are much better for the fast approaching summer time
âso.. where are we going?â
âsomewhere nice, a breath of fresh air. i-is that okay?â
you smiled and nodded your head, gesturing midoriya to continue forward
he led you for a few minutes in silence, it was a comfortable silence
you werenât going far, or you know aizawa would get mad, but far enough to get away from the dorms and breathe
you talked about your internships and the way the league of villains had been acting up recently
the topic eventually led to your friends and when you were ranting about denki not paying attention during class, midoriya suddenly stopped
âyeah and he always asks me later about what we learned despite being there! itâs like he forgets everything.. oh are we here?â
âyeah, just a little over to the side. donât get to annoyed at him though, iâm sure he means the bestâ
âyeah, yeah, i knowâ
you two stop at a bench and sit down
looking up you see the blurry sky, hazy from the light pollution of the city lights you see down below
it was pretty and it made you think about how small you really are
midoriya was a little upset that it wasnât as starry of a night as he had predicted but that would be a later concern, right now you were the priority (you always were to him)
ây/n, is..is something wrong?â
âhm? what do you mean?â
âyouâve been awfully quiet during class. plus, at lunch when kacchan told denki to shut up, you didnât even say anything..â
âshould..i have said something?â
âi m-mean kacchan never means what he says but you usually do. plus youâre usually more up for this sort of thing and yet you were so hesitant..â
âcan you blame me? did you hear about how many villains areââ
âokay! i get it.â
midoriya abruptly starts, upset that youâre still denying the fact that something is wrong
you had every right to not tell him but he feels this might be a âi-donât-want-to-burden-othersâ type of thing more than âitâs-none-of-your-businessâ thing
but youâre not responding so maybe he was wrong? he looks up to your face and his heart cracks
youâre frowning and eyes are watering, like you just got bullied
âoh shoot, i didnât mean-â
âiâve just been so.. lost latelyâ
midoriya stops and looks softly at you
your hands are quivering at this point and so midoriya brushes his fingers against them
you can feel the gentleness of his touch and donât retract your hand
instead, you crave it and slowly make a move to grab his fingers
he blushes and looks away, trying not to tear up at the sweet gesture
âother than villains and the internship, school has been hectic. i canât seem to catch a break!â
âmhm, i feel you. itâs like everyoneâs trying to make it our last year here.â
you laugh and nod
âplus! aizawa is letting us go on our first missions next month, like i know itâs just a practice mission but wow time has flown so fast..â
your smile slowly fades and you steel your jaw to not let your facade fall
â..and things at home arenât that great eitherâ
there it is
midoriya stops looking at the city lights and sees you rubbing your arm in hesitation
âtake your time, donât worry itâs okay.â
âmy momâs been really rude latelyâ
âyou donât have to say anything y/nâ
âoh i know itâs just, i want to? if thatâs okay.â
âof course, continue. iâm here for youâ
âwell you know me and i recently told m-my mother who i was and she didnât have a great reaction..â
âoh y/n, iâm- iâm so sorry.â
âit hurts you know? like my mom is supposed to be the one person who supports me no matter what but now.. now sheâs being so mean and i donât know what to think anymore..â
midoriya looks down at your hand thatâs now tightly clasped around his, and instead of getting nervous, he holds yours back with the same strength
when he looks back up, youâre crying and his heart shatters completely
he doesnât like seeing you sad and knowing that someone hurt you like this makes him so angry
taking a deep breath, midoriya brings his other hand to your waist and pushes you into his chest
after a small yelp, youâre now hugging and sitting in midoriyaâs lap
his sweater is probably going to be damp with the tear stain but with his hands quietly patting and rubbing your back, you donât seem to care
âshe thinks sheâs known me but she really doesnât. she thinks iâm lying about it.â
âlying? you would never lie about something like this.â
âright? is like youâre the only over who actually pays attention to me.â
you remove yourself from the crook of his neck and look up to your best friend/more than a friend/boyfriend
the person thatâs been there since day 1 and has always been supporting everything you are and do
youâve never felt scared or lonely knowing that heâs right there next to you
midoriya looks at you like youâre the only person in the world
like the stars in the sky are in your eyes and can tell him how wonderfully excited you get when fighting or practicing
but now your soft cheeks are damp and he doesnât want his favorite person in the world to be crying
he slowly brushes your tears away, fighting back his own tears by seeing you in pain
the two of you just sit and bask in each otherâs presence
âyouâre safe with me.â
you try to push down the words that are lumped in your throat from his comfort, but you canât
âizuku, i love you.â
âi love you too, y/n. everything going to be alright.â
he smiles wide and you canât stop the grin from rising to your lips
he takes your cheeks into his hands and slowly pecks your forehead
heâs also blushing like crazy and you can vaguely feel his body shaking
you grin, and with a leap of faith you kiss his cheek and he almost combusts
ây/n! i-iâm supposed to be making you happy- not the other way around.â
âyou do make me happy! this makes me happy izuku!â
youâve completely lost him
heâs half contemplating if he should bury his head into your shoulder but the short sleeved shirt youâre wearing makes him surprised
his mood instantly changes and heâs setting you down next to him on the bench before you can even register it
youâre pouting and heâs got half the heart to kiss you again but (your) health comes first
so he takes off his blue hoodie and gently says âupâ
now youâre flustered because âoh-my-god-heâs-giving-me-his-hoodieâ
he pushes it down on you and youâre already liking the super soft material
heâs looking at your smile and he canât help but tear up a little and goes to hug you tightly
at this point youâre never going to get tired or used to midoriya having his strong arms around you, itâs heaven
but you can feel him shaking and youâre worried now
âizuku? is something wrong?â
âno! no, itâs fine i-itâs just..your mom sucks..and you donât deserve this, you know? you deserve everything in the world and i wish i could give it to you and not let anyone make you cry.â
âoh..you think i deserve the world?â
âno,â
youâre confused and he takes his head of your shoulder and looks down at you
âyou deserve more than the world. and you definitely deserve people who build you up and love you, not hurt you like this.â
midoriya wonders if your smile from his words is the brightest thing heâll ever see, and even when the sun comes up and heâs still holding you and talking, heâs proven right
âyouâre really cheesy..â
he smiles with his eyes closed and his freckles are shining in the moonlight
âyou make me really cheesy y/n.â
the two of you hug for longer, in the cold night but the comfort radiating off of him makes you warm
he lifts his head up,
âum, can i kiss you?â
the look you give him makes his heart do somersaults and heâs trying not to die just looking at you
you nod your head and with a vocalized yes and he dips in to capture your lips
it distracts you from the lulling pain in your heart and youâre happy for it
as much as you think you can talk about whatâs bothering you for longer, you really just needed something else
you two separate and you fall into his chest and when you snuggle up beside him, heâs about to fall apart
the rest of the night, midoriya talks about anything and everything, trying to distract you and tell you that he loves you and everything will be okay
he never makes it seem that heâs upset or minds doing this and always makes you feel loved and comfy
patting your head and rubbing your back, you slowly fall asleep to his loving words and he keeps on holding you until the sun rises
instead of waking you up, he decides to carry you (he doesnât even need his quirk because to him, youâre soft and as light as a feather)
he doesnât know how he didnât get in trouble when he opened the door to your dorm and set you in your bed
or when he was tucking you in and kissing your forehead goodnight
or when he kept sitting next to you, thinking about how much he wanted to cuddle you and take all your fears away
he ultimately said âscrew itâ and decided cuddles were more important
any teasing from your friends and an annoyed kacchan saying âfinally deku!â tomorrow would all worth it when you shifted in your sleep and cuddled into izukuâs chest
the i love youâs you exchanged made everything okay and you were so happy to know that your best friend would always be at your side
itâs gonna be okay
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do you have any spare ironhusbands or sambucky headcanons?
ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY
oh my god okay iâve been so fucking wrapped up in both ironhusbands and sambucky and absolutely nothing else for WEEKS because of tfatws (obviously if you have seen my endless spam of reblogs but can you BLAME ME) and the portal closed has ironhusbands so iâve been just. oh my god i am happily drowning in this and them and i do not need nor want air. ok.
also these are all hcâs based just in canon not au, and lol warning this got so long help me, though my brain is so scrambled from tfatws finale that all sambucky thoughts are scrambled and jumbled so i wasn't able to coordinate them as well as ironhusbands so the ironhusbands section is definitely longer pfighf i'm so sorry i'm like this
ironhusbands:
when they met at mit tony didnt know shit. like. like nothing. he didnt know a single god damn thing about anything. like he was a genius he could solve any equation given to him and baffled professors when he was handed like two supposedly impossible equations to this fuckin fourteen year old and he just looked at them with like a mcdonalds burger or some shit hanging out of his mouth and just answered them no problem, but he was still such a hopeless idiot, and rhodey, also a genius attending as a sixteen year old, had to teach him the basics of life, like. making toast. tony how do NOT know how to make toast. its TOAST. you put it in the TOASTER. have you NEVER SEEN AâOH MY GOD HOW DID YOU FUCKING CATCH IT ON FIREâ
he does not perfect the clearly impossible task of making toast until he is 17 and rhodey buys him a cake to celebrate the momentous occasion even though tony went though 528 toasters
you are gold by the national parks. thats it. thats all i have to say. listen to the song and look up the lyrics. youâll get it.
and also paper planes by jon bellion but specifically for after rhodey tells tony heâs gonna join the air force and tony is worried but doesnt know how to show it and they have like a chill night in and all tony can think about is how stupid he is and how heâs such a coward because he cant get himself to tell rhodey that hi!! i love u!! and im scared to lose u and that youâll get hurt and maybe die or smth!!
when rhodey finds out about how tony was raised (going with mcu, where tony wasnt physically abused but more emotionally neglected and ignored by howard and always talked down to and compared to others and wasnt treated like he was worthy and never was told he was loved and everything like that) he gets PISSED. like he is MONUMENTALLY angry. and it takes YEARS for him to find out about this too. and it actually puts a bit of a strain on their friendship for awhile when they meet too
like rhodey knows about the starks obviously and he assumes tony is going to be this obnoxious arrogant rich boy asshole and is so not looking forward to being roommates but he was raised to have an open mind and give everyone a chance, but tony was raised to be wary of everyone and keep his walls up and his emotions in shackles because whatever he shows can be used against him, so they clash, you know? they dont fight or anything but theres tension bc it isnt right and they dont get each other.
rhodey tries to be nice and tony doesnt understand nice because his only example of nice is jarvis and his mom and even then his mom and jarvis are always off with his dad so he barely sees them so its still rare for him to experience the nice of them so he doesnt know how to be around someone nice all the time, and so he gets defensive and thinks about how howard drilled it into him to be wary and he thinks maybe rhodey isnt ACTUALLY nice but someone PRETENDING to be
and rhodey starts to feel justified in assuming the worst about tony stark because tony is all cold and distant and rude and is about to stop the keeping an open mind thing about a month into their first year but then he comes back to their dorm early from class one day and tony doesnt come in so rhodey is just standing there and watches for a minute as tony sits there staring down at his twenty sixth attempt at a letter he wants to send his mom becauss he knows his mom likes letters even though he could just call but they havent really called him (howards fault but heâs fourteen still and its hard to rationalize that howards busy life and controlling thumb extends past his son) and rhodey is just confused because tony just suddenly sighs and sniffles a bit and murmurs âthis is so stupidâ and crumbles up the paper and throws it in the garbage and rhodey cant help but peer into it and barely sees the words hey mom scribbled at the top and that. that. hm. okay.
so rhodey keeps trying because he wasnt supposed to see that but he did and now he kind of has a feeling that maybe tony isnt all that cold and distant and rude as he seems, maybe he just doesnt really know how to be any different, so he thinks about all the subtle little ways that his family has shown him they care about him and starts to invite tony to go get food or to study together even though neither of them really need to study or to help each other with assignments or just anything thats mundane enough to not raise suspicion but still starts to open the door and make tony relax around him just that little bit and then before tony realizes it the end of their first year is there and theyre like friends or something and it hits him that heâs gonna miss rhodey.
for the first time ever thereâs someone other than his mom and jarvis that heâs actually going to miss.
rhodey grins at him and says that theyâll be roommates again next year because they have to be and that the summer will be over before they know it and the sentiment is nice but tony spends the summer alone wandering around a house too big and empty after being in a dorm thatâs small and has a friend.
but rhodey doesnât know this. like he knows that tony isnât the kind of guy he originally assumed but he doesnât know that heâs literally ignored and neglected and like emotionally and sometimes verbally abused so heâs kind of surprised when the next year begins and they DO end up being roommates again (because tony kind of asked his mom, on a rare day when he got to see her and howard wasnt around, to get mit to make sure they could be) and tony just HUGS him like its been years and theyâve known each other forever but he goes with it and hugs him back because maybe tonyâs just more affectionate once he gets to know someone and rhodey is okay w that.
they get closer as the years go by and they graduate from mit together and theyâre BEST friends and at the end of the year rhodey invites tony to spend new years eve w his family but tony cant bc howard is having some kind of gala starting at 5 because hes weird and dumb and tony hates it and he also isnt given the option of not going even though he doesnt want to but the entire way there howard drills into him about not fucking up and berates him for all the times he has in the past and when they get there tony is already just not feeling it so heâs like nope!! no!! i simply cannot!!
so he goes in and finds an exit thats in the back and he leaves and finds a fucking payphone of all things and he has rhodeys home number memorized for years now and he calls and someone he doesnt knoe answers and theres music in the background and voices and tonyâs entire stomach is in his throat and his heart is sunken into his twisted gut because he just wanted one night where maybe he could smile next to his parents and feel like he fit with them but he couldnt have that and he asks to talk to rhodey and then he is and asks if its too late to accept his invite and rhodey is like yeah of course do u need my address bc its still only 5 pm and its a 2 hour drive between south philadelphia and manhattan so heâd make it with plenty of time before it got to midnight so yay
and tony is like. oh. hm. i dont know how to drive actually. that was a thing that no one ever thought to teach me even though i asked about it about ten million times. and rhodey is used to tony not knowing how to do things that most people their age can (see: the toast) and plus its not uncommon for people from new york to not drive anyway so he doesnt think anything of it and instead asks for tonyâs address to come pick him up instead and theyâd still make it back by like 9-9:30 so that would work too
and thats when tony is like. well.
about that.
he might be calling from a payphone.
on a random street corner.
and its kind of raining. and heâs cold. and heâs a bit dulled out from everything so he doesnât really think about the fact that admitting this is going to lead to having to explain what happened and also why and that is happens often. but that doesnt matter because he kind of just wants to be with his best friend and not back at that gala with his dad right now.
rhodey is like,,, ok. ok. wheres a coffee shop nearby u can wait in. and tony thankfully is by a 24 hour one and tells him the name and the street corner its closest to and rhodey is like iâll be there asap and tony goes and he waits.
a two hour drive turns into an hour and a half because rhodey is Worriedâ˘
but when he walks in tony goes from being all dulled out to being all HOLY SHIT because rhodey has a SPLIT LIP and heâs like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHAT THE FUCK WHAT
and rhodeyâs like no no its good my uncle was having fun and trying to wrestle with me and he accidentally elbowed me its all good man dont worry about it
tony isnt used to accidentally being hurt tho so heâs still like hmmm but he takes rhodeys word on it and they head out and tony wont say what happened or why he was calling from a payphone ?? which btw tony literally only was able to do bc there happened to be dropped change on the ground because boy would not have change on him ok, but rhodeys like alright lets go with this for now
so they gets to the rhodes house and it is in full swing with family and extended family and adopted family bc they are 100% the family that just adopts the neighborhood kids and the people who have no one else and like ex boyfriends and ex girlfriends even after the relationship ends bc they still are family despite not dating whoever it was they had been dating in order to be introduced to them so its a LOT of people and tony is like. this is semi familiar in terms a lot of people but this is NOTHING like what he has ever seen before holy fucking SHIT
rhodey is just like oh u have a small family then? so ur used to smaller gatherings?
and tonys like wtf are gatherings
and rhodey is starting to get a feel for what might be wrong but just takes tony inside to get him changed because heâs not spending new years eve at the rhodes house in a fucking expensive suit ok
tony is completely out of his element and like heâs not the only white guy there bc again the rhodes adopt people and those people are of every race and nationally you can imagine but he just isnt used to the vibe there are people laughing and sitting close together and playing games and theres music playing but not like classy music its music people can dance to and are dancing to and the food isnt the food heâs used to at galas and shit and nothing is what heâs used to and he just sticks to rhodeyâs side like a fucking lost puppy and tries his best not to look like an idiot when rhodey introduces him to people and a lot of them know who he is but dont judge him or assume shit about him bc obviously if heâs friends w rhodey then heâs a good guy and they want to know him and thats enough
but tony is v overwhelmed bc what the FUCK IS HAPPENING this is nothing like anything he has ever experienced EVER
so eventually rhodey can tell heâs getting overwhelmed and takes him inside and lets him have a breather and then asks him about whats going in and thats when rhodey learns about what tonys life at home is really like and. anger.
SO MUCH anger
because not only has every single assumption he has ever made about tony been proven wrong, but now he knows that the best person he knows has never been treated the way he deserves and has never known a true home and comfort and love and safety and
and heâs gonna fix it
and this is the first step
so he takes tony back out and theyâre still just friends but this is the day they both quietly realize they might kind of definitely like each other as more because tony is still so confused by the fact that what he knows isnt the normal and overwhelmed by how much there is and how different it is but rhodey holds his hand as a grounding point and whenever it might be too much they move off to the side where they arent completely gone but its less hectic and a bit more quiet and its just nice
tony goes to rhodeys house for every holiday despite whatever howard says
rhodey decks howard the only time they ever meet before tonys parents die and he has the most shit eating grin on his face afterwards that tony cant help but lose his shit laughing his ass off
anyway i didnt mean to ramble for so long about that specific idea so iâll end the ironhusbands ramble with this one last thought, which is as follows:
rhodey gets hurt in the air force at some point, and it isnt that bad tbh but he does have to go the hospital and shit and gets stitches or whatever idk i dont know what specifically happens i just think itâd be just bad enough that it takes him a few weeks to be able to go back to work but heâs not like OH GOD HURT yk?
but like stated above tony was scared and worried when rhodey told him he was gonna go into the air force so he hears about this and theyâre probably like almost 30 at this point because theyâre dumb and it takes them forever to get their heads out of their asses (i say this even though in the portal closed it takes them even longer but i digress) rhodey has like his mon his sister his niece visiting him and they were worried but they know hes fine so theyre just talking and in a good mood and thenâ
door slams open. tony stark enter stage left. disheveled suit, fresh from a meeting he definitely was not supposed to leave, having flown in from maibu the second he heard and then had happy drive him and then got impatient because of traffic and ended up sprinting like ten blocks while happy was like what the FUCK
of course rhodeys family are well aware that these idiots are desperately in love with each other so theyâre just like lol ok and just leave the room while tony starts fretting over him like heâs about to die himself if he doesnt know if rhodey is okay and rhodey is like tony tony dude tones stop tony im okay tony stop it
until finally tony just fucking breaks down like full on tears in his eyes voice cracking hands clasped as he leans against rhodeys bed and tells him that he was so scared and he is so scared all the time whenever rhodey is out there because all he can think about is losing him and him getting hurt or dying and itâs maddening and this is when they get their heads out of their asses and kiss for the first time
(irony at its finest bc later when they are married and tony becomes iron man rhodey refuses to not have a suit of his own because if tony is going out there in a metal flying tin can then he isnât going alone and wow what a power couple)
sambucky:
firstly iâm going to go post tfatws, but iâll make a bullet point before going into it so if you wanna read up until that point you can but most of this will be random little headcanons based post tfatws
also it isnt like a whole plotline thing like the ironhusbands ones ended up being these ones are more random and kinda all over the place but loosely connected
update from after writing this: i lied
let me start by saying my interpretation of why they are the way they are in civil war is because of steve
thats not saying steve is the bad guy i mean to say that theyâre jealous of each other because they thought that THEY were steveâs best friend who the fuck is THIS guy i dont want him here go away
children. they are children.
which i find very funny to imagine from sams pov because he literally is a licensed therapist and would 100% recognize why heâs acting how he is but heâs petty enough to do it anyway
and also he literally was helping steve track bucky down but i like to imagine that sam didnt think theyâd ever really find him again and itâd just make him and steve like super mega best friends or something because hes a CHILD
and then from buckyâs pov steve goes through all this trouble to find him and protect him and then this random guy is acting like steveâs best friend and gets to sit in the front seat ??? bullshit. absolutely bullshit. worst thing ever. so stupid.
its so funny to me okay its SO funny
its like that schoolyard thing where your friend makes another friend and you hate it so much that you do something stupid like color on their drawing or put gum in their hair or whatever but theyâre adults with 1. super soldier serum or 2. a superhero reputation/avengers status and suit with wings. so thats a thing.
post civil war i dont think they get much yk. because bucky is out in cryo and team cap is on the run and i doubt theyre able to return to wakanda much, if at all, and then itâs infinity war and then itâs endgame and after endgame thereâs the aftermath and the aftermath is a mess
i like to think they have some moments before tfatws though. not many but enough for that slight foundation thats we can kind of see in episode 2 yk.
okay NOW it gets into post tfatws so!!
SO post tfatws everything is different because now they not only have spent all this time together, but they understand each other in a way that they didnât before. in a way no one ever has. not even steve, who may have known them before, but he isnât here anymore and he wouldnât understand who they are now vs who they were before and itâs different.
bucky finds comfort in samâs home town. sam finds comfort in watching bucky find a home there and he doesnt know why.
also sam treats redwing like a puppy and lets him fly around on his own and gets pet and stuff and bucky acts annoyed but the longer it happens you can tell heâs like âoh my god why is this thing endearingâ
bucky has nightmares and sam knows this but bucky doesnt know that sam also has nightmares until one night when theyâre still in sams home town and theyâre staying on the boat because sams nephews are having a sleepover with some friends and they didnt want to get in the way or smth idk i just want an excuse for them to be on the boat and somewhat secluded from people but bucky already woke up from his nightmare and is out on the deck to get some fresh out and then oop
sam havin a nightmare too
because fucking of COURSE sam has nightmares he has been through some shit too!! not being able to catch riley and everything that happened since meeting steve and thanos and he turned to dust alone in the bushes ok like yes everyone that died were traumatized undoubtedly (peter my baby boy baby im so sorry that you got the worst of it) but bucky was around people but sam was laying on the ground and probably just watched his hands as he disappeared and he was alone and like. jesus christ ok.
and then steve trusted him with every weight and everything that comes with the shield not knowing how much more the shield has when he gave it to a black man and just like he has nightmares everyone in marvel does its a fact
but bucky finds out like this and he is shocked even though he realizes he probably should have been able to guess that this is a thing and he knows so much more about sam now than he ever did but this is how he learns more. he learns about riley. he learns so much.
sometimes bucky has those like âoh shitâ moments where heâs like âmaybe i was kind of a dick to someone who didnt deserve itâ and he already had one of those with sam about the shield but he has another one because he assumed shit about sam when they were being all childish and jealous about someone else being friends with steve but like fuck
steve and sam probably got it
the not catching someone. the way it felt to try and to reach out and to miss and to have to choice but to watch as they fell.
whatâs different is that steve got bucky back. he got to have that relief, eventually, even if there was the pain of knowing bucky had been taken by hydra, but at least he knew bucky had made it.
sam didnât have that. riley didnt make it.
therefore, bucky has his âoh shitâ
and bucky was already going soft around the edges with sam (as clearly seen in the last two episodes of tfatws, ESPECIALLY the finale because like did tou SEEZ ALL THE HEART EYES oh my GOD) but itâs this that really makes something in him melt and he just. he loses the last remnants of whatever tension or resentment or whatever negative feeling he may have been clutching onto.
there wasnt much left. but now theres none. now its all washed away.
its gone, and he gets it.
sam is a licensed therapist and he knew the reason he was being all dumb and childish and jealous with bucky was because steve had another best friend but also because steveâs other best friend was the guy that had been a big factor in how him and steve understood each other and how they bonded and it
it had kind of felt like they lost part of that when they found bucky again in civil war and he kind of wanted to blame bucky for it even though he didnt actually blame him at all so all it translated to was that dumb kind of jealous thing instead
but now itâs just them. its sam and bucky and it isnt steve and it isnt about steve and it shouldnt be because its about them. its about the boat and the water and the way they sit and watch the waves while the silence settles over them and the way that bucky says, âim sorry.â
its the way sam says, âme too.â
and bucky says, âyou dont have to be.â
its the way they stay there until sarah comes to get them for breakfast and sams nephews convince them to play with them and their friends and the world is still shit and there is so much to do but
but its this and its them and that can wait
it can wait
they can take their time if they want to
maybe theyâve earned that much, at least
(it isn't a fast development because they're a complicated pair and there's so much to the two of them that need to figured out individually before they can even realize how well they work together, but the steps are so much easier knowing that they have the other in their corner and bucky knows that sam's home town is a place he's welcome to go and sam helps him make his own dreary little apartment into something that feels real and tangible with a bed and a couch and when they've become something that resembles stable and they've found a balance and they're okay, that's when they realize that maybe they can try for the more that sometimes bubbles under their skin and that they started to think about the more they spend time together. the warmth that sam feels every time he sees bucky playing games with his nephew and the smile that bucky has to fight to hide and still can't fully suppress when sam stands tall and proud with the shield in its rightful place, and it takes time, it takes work, it takes carefully placed bricks to build the foundation they need, but they get there, and when they do...
when they do, they're already happy, and it just makes them happier, and that's what makes it so much better.
that's what makes it worth the wait.)
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CHANCES â M. TKACHUK
requested: yes | no
warning(s):Â none that i can think of.
word count:Â 5,066
listened to: chances by the backstreet boys
inspiration:Â mixed luggage au [ i canât find the og au-prompt masterlist, but if this is your au idea, lemme know and iâll link you for credit (: ]
authors note: listenâ i donât know what it is, but iâve literally been on a tkachuk thing lately. like, i used to despise this little curly-headed gremlin, but now??? itâs all hearteyes motherfucker. this is purely a writing to help me get back into the writing groove again after these last six months of nothingâ so i might be a lil rusty. anyway, i hope you enjoy <3333
part two | google doc w/ all parts | my masterlist | stuff i have planned | who iâll write for | requests
Iâm sorry Y/N, but if youâre not here in the next 5 minutes I need to keep going.
That text haunted youâ it was all you could think about the moment you got off of your flight. The uber your sister had ordered for you was close to cancelingâ all because there were too many planes taxiing on the airstrip and your stupid flight ended up circling in the air for thirty minutes. If this were any other airport, no doubt youâd be screwed. Luckily though, you knew good ole St. Louis Lambert International like the back of your hand. So getting from point A to point luggage claim would be no problem at all. The only delay would be the luggage getting put out onto the carousel.
Which of course, did prove to be the problem at hand.
You were the first one from your flight at the carousel and hoped to be gone before any disgruntled passengers you managed to bump into, could show up. Unfortunately for you, just as the bags were being loaded onto the carousel, your fellow passengers were arriving tooâ more than a few giving you a look that would normally result in you rolling your eyes in response. Yet, your focus wasnât on them, it was glued to the small carousel door, keeping an eye out for your suitcase.
Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey handâ
âAh-ha!â You smiled, catching eye of your suitcase and rushing to meet it instead of letting it eventually make its way to you. You grabbed the suitcase and extended the handle to drag it away, already walking towards the exit.
One minute.
You had one minute to catch your uber before they left you and you hoped and prayed that luck was on your side and the black Toyota Corolla just happened to be parked near the door you chose to exit from. The warm summer air of the Missouri summer weather practically smacked you in the face and it fit wasnât for the awning covering the pick-up zone, you would have no doubt been blinded by the sun too.
âOh, thank God,â you sighed, catching sight of a black Toyota Corolla that your sister said to find, parked just six cars down to your left. You sped walked to the uber, coming to a stop at the window and waving at the driver, catching her attention. âIâm so, so sorry Iâm late.â
The woman, probably in her early 60âs gave you a friendly smile instead of the scowl you were expecting. âAre you Y/N?â
âYes maâam,â you replied, nodding.
âGo ahead and put your suitcase in the trunk, itâs opened for you.â
You walked to the trunk and lifted it open, placing your suitcase inside before closing it and walking to the back passenger door, getting into the backseat. âAgain, Iâm so sorry for making you wait. We had to circle in the air for 30 minutes because of the traffic on the airstrip and,â you exhaled, relaxing back into your seat. âIâm so sorry.â
She laughed, pulling away from the airport. âItâs no problem sweetheart. I saw your reply. I was going to give you a little extra time. I know how hectic airports could be. Especially this time of the year. Everyoneâs traveling for vacation.â
âYeah, I think I might have accidentally elbowed one too many people trying to get to luggage claim.â
âAre you visiting or coming home?â
âComing homeâŚkind of,â you laughed, staring out the window at your hometown. âI actually just graduated from college a few weeks ago, so my roommates and I rented a house on the Jersey Shore to celebrate. But, my sister is getting married tomorrow, so thatâs why Iâm back.â You looked back towards her, laughing softly to yourself. âBut then come September, Iâll actually be moving to Calgary for a new job and to get my Masters.â
âSo a lot of traveling, I see.â
You took a deep breath and sighed, nodding. âYeah, but Iâm glad to be able to spend all of this time with my friends and family before I start working. Especially since Iâll be moving so far away.â
âIt sounds like a great time,â she smiled, looking at me through the rearview mirror. âIâm a sucker for weddings, why donât you tell me about it?â
Normally, you werenât one to talk a lot whenever you and your friends would take Ubers downtown on the weekendsâ but this driver was sweet and you found yourself talking nonstop as she drove you towards your final destination. After all, she didnât abandon you at the airport like you thought she would.
~
The car ride to your parents' place went by a lot faster than you thought it would and it was all thanks to Mrs. Sheila, your lovely uber driver. Whom, you learned, started driving after she lost her husband late last year. Her kids lived out of state and once they went back home after those first few weeks, she wanted to find something to do to keep herself busy and get herself out of the houseâ so, she became an uber driver.
Walking into your parents' house, you were greeted with empty echos of your footsteps. Your parents were still at work and wouldnât be home until just a little before the rehearsal dinner tonight. Your brother, well, as far as you knew, he had absolutely nothing going on, so you didnât know why he wasnât around. If anyone was guaranteed to be home, it was your sister. She was the one who ordered your uber and had them take you here, so she was more than well aware of what time youâd be arriving home.
âHello?â You called out, leaving your suitcase by the door and making your way to the living room. âChar, are you here?â
âIs that my favorite sister?â You heard her voice call out from upstairs. Looking up, you could see her rounding the hallway corner, carrying a closed laundry basket full of, no doubt, stuff for tonightâs bridal party sleepover.
âIâm your only sister,â you laughed as she made her way down the staircase.
âUnless you count all of the times we got bored and turned Nick into Nikki,â she giggled, reaching the end of the staircase and putting the basket down before stepping forward and hugging you. âHow was the flight?â
âIt was great up until our 30 minutes of circling in the air,â you laughed, pulling away from the hug. âWhereâs my dear brother?â
âWorking out with some friends. We probably wonât see him until tonight.â
âNothing says welcome home like being greeted to an empty house.â
âExcuse you, I was here to greet you.â She laughed, picking the basket back up. âBut if you really want to be upset, you should see all of the packed boxes in your room.â
âI leave in three months! Why are they packing me up now?â You gasped, acting dramatically.
âNick and dad are planning on transforming it into some kind of training room or something.â
âBut theyââ
âAlready took over the garage? Yeah, I know and mom is pissed.â
You rolled your eyes, grabbing the handle of your suitcase again. âHe literally told the Blues that he was going back to Michigan in the fall to try and win a championship. Why the hell are they even treating him like heâs already a hall of famer?â
âPerks of being the youngest, not to mention dadâs only son,â she laughed, looking at the door. âReady to head to the Airbnb?â
âCan we get food first?â You asked, dragging your suitcase along. âIâm starving.â
She laughed as you held the door open for her. âGood, because weâre most definitely getting food before we go and take a nap.â
You laughed, walking out of the house with her and then closing and locking the door behind you. âI knew we were related.â
~
Lunch and a nap turned out to be exactly what you needed. The two of you had stopped at a subway to get some food before driving over to the Airbnb that you, your sister and the rest of the bridesmaids would be staying for the night.
It was a beautiful three-bedroom, modernized cottage that looked like it was stripped directly from the pages of a fairytale book. It was tucked away, just off to the side in the backyard of a beautiful colonial house, whose farm would tomorrow be transformed into a whimsical fairytale wedding location. The men would be getting ready in the house, while the women would be getting ready in the cute cottage. Sort of like a secret getaway paradise before the wedding.
When you got back with your food, your sister took you on a tour of the property while the wedding planners and staff were setting up all of the bigger decorations for tomorrow. You were off at school during the entire planning process, only ever seeing every one of her ideas in pictures. The only things you were able to take part in, were the dress shopping and her bachelorette party since they were both held at a time you were on a fall break from school. Besides being there for those two things, the only other thing you helped withâ was the proposal.
Colton has been in your life for as long as you could remember. He and Charlotte have been best friends since Pre-K. It was the clichĂŠ friends to lovers kind of story that was told time after timeâ but in theirs, there were no other people in it. It was just them. There were no other boyfriends or girlfriends, no other crushesâ from the very beginning, they were it for each other. They were each other's first everythingâ kiss, date, girlfriend/boyfriend, timeâ in their love story, they had found their one great loveâŚall before they turned five.
Wherever Charlotte was, there was Coltonâ they were stuck like glue and your parents loved it. It was their friendship that brought both of your families together to the relationship that you all had now. Your families were best friends, all because of their relationship. You often took vacations together, spent holidays together, hell, you and Coltonâs middle brother, Mason, even had joint birthday partiesâ as did your two younger siblings, Nick and Addie. Your families even try to go as far as to dropping hints that all three kids should date.
Colton and Charlotte. You and Mason. Nick and Addieâ all the same age and practically family already.
It was perfect.
Until you and Mason tried to date in the tenth-grade and realized that kissing the person youâve shared every birthday party with, used to take baths with and shared every key moment growing upâ wasnât all that great. In fact, it was weird. So the two of you remained as the almost black sheep of the families, especially since Nick and Addie were headed down the same path as Charlotte and Colton. They started dating in eighth-gradeâ like Colton and Charlotteâ and have maintained a healthy and strong relationship to now, even long-distance, when theyâll both be sophomores in college in the fall, Addie at the University of Missouri and Nick playing hockey at the University of Michigan.
You and Mason were there, always making jokes about how it runs in the family but skipped a generation. Never letting your siblings live it down that the two of you will be the ones to break the cycle. Funny how you two were also the ones who played the biggest roles in Charlotteâs engagement.
Both of your dads are huge St. Louis Blues fans. So naturally, they tried to rub that off onto their children. And it worked, all except for you. You tolerated the blues, but never really adopted hockey as your favorite sport. You understood it, watched it whenever you never had a choiceâ but like your mom, you gravitated more towards football and adopted her hometown team as your ownâ the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Colton and Charlotte, however, were both diehard Blues fans from day one. There were even pictures to prove it. They even went to a game on both their first âsupervisedâ date and âunsupervisedâ date. So, when the Blues were making a run for the Stanley Cupâ it was imminent for your families to attend at least one game. You and Mason did everything in your power to get the Blues attention. You emailed anyone and everyone who worked in their front office, you spammed their social media accountsâ anything and everything to get their attention so you could share their story and Coltonâs plan.
And at game four it all came to life. Charlotte was ârandomlyâ selected to participate in an intermission event after the first period where sheâd be blindfolded and needed to walk along the ice to find Louie after collecting âBlues momentosâ along the way. The Blues had played the short slideshow of Colton and Charlotte that you and Mason had sent them, as they introduced her to the crowd. Unbeknownst to her, both of our families were on the ice with her, standing behind her while she was blindfolded. You and the other three siblings were scattered in front of her, each holding a single rose.
The Blues staff member helped her walk along the ice and the moment that she took a flower from someone, they needed to go back to where she started, which was where Colton was standing with the ring in his pocket. The four of you each had a sign, that when held up together read âWill you marry me?â Once Charlotte neared Louie, he cut the distance to just by center ice where all of you were waiting. And when she found Louie, the entire crowd had erupted into cheers as she took off her blindfold, all smiles until she turned around to see the signs and Colton on one knee.
She said yes. The Blues won. The proposal went viral and your families were given a box to game seven where the Blues won the Stanley Cup.
All in a day's work between the two middle siblings, and one that led you all to this momentâ the wedding tomorrow. Where Colton, who was already like a big brother yo you, would officially, pretty much become your big brother.
âY/N,â your sister said, shaking your arm. âY/N, get up. Weâve got like 45 minutes to get ready for dinner before we have to leave and no offense, but you need to shower.â
âYour lucky that youâre getting married tomorrow or Iâd kill you,â you mumbled into the pillow, taking a deep breath and exhaling before pushing yourself up. âCan you charge my phone for me? I wonât take too long, just need to rinse off and Iâll be back.â
âIn your backpack?â She asked as you walked out of the room.
âMhhm, small front pocket. The charger is with it.â
You walked out of the room and into the connected bathroom, closing the door behind you before walking towards the shower and turning on the water. Your nap was more than enough to help you make it through dinner. You hadnât thought that you were even that tired, but the moment you laid down to relax after eating your sandwichâ you were absolutely knocked out.
To be fair though, you had spent the last two weeks partying it up on the beach with your college roommates, trying to relive every moment from your last four years of partying, downing booze, and making out with any attractive guy who caught your eye. You know what they say, no rest for the wickedâ and boy, oh boy, were the wicked actions of shotgunning beers with strangers in the hot summer jersey sun, coming back to haunt you.
At least you got one hell of a tan and more memories to last you a lifetime, out of it all.
You turned off the shower before you stepped out and wrapped a towel around your body, then wrapping your hair up in a second towel. You walked out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom, only to find it empty. "Hey, Char?"
"In the living room...er, kitchen, I guess!"
You walked out of the bedroom and into the living room to see Charlotte sitting at the kitchen counter, a make-up mirror propped up in front of her and hot curling iron in her hand. "Why are you doing your hair in the kitchen?"
"You were in the bathroom and the lighting is lacking in the bedroom." She let a curl, fall from the iron and turned to you. "What's up?"
"Well, for one, the bathroom is free," you laughed, looking around. "And two, I was wondering where you put my suitcase? It was in the room and now it's not."
"No," she dragged out her reply, focusing on wrapping another piece of hair around the iron before averting her eyes towards the door. "You left it by the front door. Never brought it in."
You turned towards the front door and sure enough, right there not even three feet away from the door...was your suitcase. "Awesome, thanks!" You said, walking over and tugging on the handle, extending it out before walking back to the room. "And my phone?"
"Charging in the kitchen. It was dead by the way."
"Great," you huffed, walking into the bedroom and over to the bed. You lifted up the suitcase, letting it plop down onto the bed and exhaled a deep breath. It was a lot heavier than you thought it was. But maybe your body was just tired from traveling and last night's final night out.
You caught a glimpse of the alarm clock that was set up on the bedside table and saw that your getting ready time was vastly starting to dwindle. So, not thinking anything more of the heavy suitcase, you unzipped the zipper and threw the cover back, ready to grab the romper you had placed directly on top, just so it wouldn't get wrinkled. You stared down at the contents of the suitcase, quickly grabbing the cover and shutting it again.
Okay, maybe you were imagining things.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling, and then opening your eyes and opening the suitcase again.
No, you definitely weren't imagining things.
The same spike ball netting was still staring you right in the face. Surrounding it, were three spike balls and a crumbled up bag that was supposed to house the set. Beneath it, a bunch of crumpled up clothes and other things.
"No," you shut the suitcase again, repeating the same steps: close your eyes, take a breath, hope you're dreaming, open your eyes and then the suitcase, only to be disappointed. "No, noâ oh my God, this can't be happening. Charlotte!!"
You heard her footsteps echo off of the wooden floor as she made her way to the bedroom, half of her hair curled and set. "What?"
"This isn't my suitcase."
"Of course it is," she scoffed. "Colton and I got you that big traveling set for graduation, and that," she pointed at the suitcase, "is it."
"No, it's not," You opened the suitcase and reached in, grabbing the first thing you felt and holding it up to show her. "See? Not mine!"
"Y/N," her eyes widened before she started to laugh. "You might want to put those down."
"It's just the spike ball bag, it's not bigâ" you turned to see what you were holding and sure enough, it was not the spike ball bag you thought you had picked up. It was a pair of Ant-Man boxers, and it was unknown whether or not they were clean or not. "Ah, ew!" You tossed them back into the suitcase, wiping your hand on your towel. "Ew, ew, ew, I just touched a stranger's dirty underwear."
"You don't know if they were dirty."
"You don't know if they were clean!" You argued back, looking around the handle for an identification tag. "This definitely isn't mine. My travel tag isn't on the handle."
"Who uses a travel tag?" She laughed, shaking her head.
"Me," you turned towards the suitcase, slamming it shut and zipping it. "I use a travel tag, so if my luggage gets lost or switched, they can contact me. It's common travel knowledge."
She sighed, walking over towards the suitcase and unzipping the two pockets on top, looking in and shaking her head. "Nothing hidden in those pockets. Did you think to go through the rest of the suitcase? Maybe they have a tag in there."
"And risk touching another pair of possibly dirty boxers and God knows what else? No thanks," you zipped up the suitcase and picked it up, placing it back onto the ground. "I'm doomed. That suitcase had all of the clothes that I took to Jersey, in it. It had my outfit and makeup for tonight."
"I have something you can borrow," she walked over to the closet, opening it to reveal it was empty besides two dresses hanging up. "And I've got make-up and whatever your little heart desires for your hair."
"Your wedding present was in there too," you sighed, walking over to the closet. "Which one?"
"This." She held out the rose-colored dress, handing the hanger to you. "You can get away with no bra and I can give you a pair of underwear from the new pack I bought this morningâ"
"Why would you buy new underwear?" You asked, taking the dress.
"In case of emergencies," she closed the closet and turned back to you, nodding. "Which, this is. Unopened pack in that laundry basket I was carrying, feel free to take a pair and keep them. As for shoes...you're kind of on your own on that one."
You sighed, defeated as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving you to get dressed. You unwrapped the towel around your hair, letting it drop onto the floor as the towel wrapped around your body went with it. You took the dress off of the hanger and untied the straps, lifting the dress over your head and tugging it down. Your mind was going over every detail of just how you picked up the wrong suitcase. Fair, it was a dead-ringer for the suitcase you took with you to Jersey, but even you should have known to realize that there was no bright red luggage tag hanging on the side handle. And it was all you could do but hope that whoever picked up your suitcase thinking it was theirs, would at least call or text.
"Oh shit," you said, holding onto the straps that hung down on the side, trying to tie them in the back. "Charlotte! My phone!"
You ran out into the living room to see her now finishing up her make-up at the counter, turning to you with wide eyes. "Okay one, sit down and let me brush your hair," she stood up and grabbed your wrist, bringing you over to counter and sitting you down. "And two, your phone is right there."
"If they figured out our luggage was switched, they'd call! My luggage tag!" You reached across the counter, grabbing your phone and turning it over to see that the screen was still black. "Oh come on, my phone wasn't that dead!"
Charlotte tugged you back and started to brush your hair, not bothering to go slow. "I plugged it in the moment you went to take a shower, just give it a few seconds."
If looks could kill, your phone would be nowhere ready to turn on. You were glaring at the screen as if pure intimidation would turn it on. This could go one of two ways:
1) This person left your suitcase in the dark abyss that is lost luggage at the airport.
or
2) Like you, they didn't realize that they had grabbed the wrong luggage until they went to open it and they'll find your luggage tag and call you.
"Ah!" You yelled, jumping out of the chair as your phone lit up. You leaned over the counter, your heart racing as Charlotte tried to keep brushing your hair. "Come on, come on, come on..."
"Right there," Charlotte said, pointing at your screen as a text message notification popped up on the screen from an unknown number. "That has to be them!"
"Oh thank God," you sighed, thumb ready to swipe the message open. "Oh...yikes."
"Uh," Charlotte laughed as the two of you continued to watch your messages pour in, at least 5 coming in from the unknown number, along with three phone calls. "Yikes indeed, I guess they're panicking just as much as you are."
You swiped on the notifications, unlocking your phone, and going to the message.
unknown: hi y/n i think you grabbed the wrong suitcase...
unknown: yeah, uh, you most definitely grabbed the wrong suitcase.
unknown: is there any way we can switch in the next 30 minutes before i reach my house?
unknown: ok, so i'm sorry for the spam texts and calls...but this is kind of urgent.
unknown: like life or death.
"Life or death?" Charlotte asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell was in that suitcase?"
"Spike ball and dirty clothes," you replied, shrugging. Your eyes went wide before you turned back to her. "What if they're a drug smuggler and there are drugs in there?"
She opened her mouth to speak before looking down at your phone, nodding. "Now's your chance to find out. Look who's calling."
You looked back down at your phone to see the unknown number flash on your screen. You looked back at her, shaking your head. "You answer it."
"Your luggage, you answer it," she laughed, pulling back segments of your hair to tie back. "But put it on speaker, I'm curious what the drug dealer sounds like."
You shoved your elbow back, avoiding her as you nervously slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call and pressing the speaker button. "Hello?"
"Oh thank God," the unknown called sighed, clearing his throat. "Sorry for the spam calls, I've just been panicking."
"Yeah, Iâm sorry...my phone died," you replied, looking at Charlotte as your voice dwindled off.
"The suitcase," she mouthed, nodding her head back towards the room.
"Oh, the suitcase!" You said, almost a little too excited. You cleared your throat, calming yourself down. "I most definitely have your suitcase...maybe."
"Well I have yours," you could hear rustling in the background. "Y/N L/N, right?"
"Yep, that's me," you looked at Charlotte again, shaking your head. "Sorry to kind of do this...but how do I know I have your suitcase? I mean, what if I grabbed someone else's and you grabbed mine and there's three of us in this andâ"
Charlotte smacked your back lightly with the back of the brushed, shaking her head as the voice on the other side of the phone laughed. "Um, shit," he coughed, smacking his lips. "Uh well, there should be a spike ball set in there. If not, then I left it at Johnny's. Otherwise, it's just clothes."
"Congratulations," you laughed, leaning back into the chair. "I've got your suitcase."
"Oh thank God, I was really worried there for a second," they replied. "Is there any chance we can exchange them soon?"
"Okay, so about that," you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. "I kind of have a wedding rehearsal and dinner to go to in 20 minutes...and I don't think that will be over with till about...two hours from now. Is that okay?"
There was silence on the other side and you couldn't help but feel horrible at the fact that you were keeping this stranger away from his luggage and that he had to keep yours until then. "My family and I are going to dinner in two hours, reservation and all."
"Where at?" You spoke before your brain could even catch up with what your mouth was doing. "I'm sorry that was creepy."
He laughed and you felt a little flutter feeling in your stomach. "No, it's fine. I think we're going to Maggiano's inâ"
"In the Westfield town center?" Your eyes widened as Charlotte placed the brush down on the counter behind you, looking at you with a smile. "We're going to Pieology in the Westfield town center!"
"Pieology for a wedding rehearsal dinner? Sounds like my kind of party," he laughed. "So, do you just want to exchange then? When I get there and you're leaving?"
"Sounds perfect!"
"Great! So I'll just, text you when I get there and I promise I won't forget the suitcase."
"Okay, I'll see you then."
"All right, bye, Y/N!"
"Bye!" You hung up the call and Charlotte leaned against the counter a smile on her face. "What?"
"He sounded cute." She stuck placed the extra bobby pins she didn't need, onto the counter. "Maybe he can be your date for my wedding."
"Not this again," you groaned, getting out of the chair. "For the last time, I don't need a date. Besides, this guy is a total strangerâ I don't even know his name!"
"You can learn it later," she laughed, wiggling her eyebrows. "Either way, do your makeup quickly because we need to leave in ten."
She walked off towards the bedroom the two of you had claimed and you sighed, sitting back down into your seat, grabbing her mascara, blush, and golden liquid shimmer eyeshadow. It was the best you could do for now, until you got all of your stuff back from this stranger. As you applied the eyeshadow, you couldn't get Charlotte's comment out of your head. She was right, he did sound cute. But who's to say that he's not a total creep? Or that he's even your age? He could be in his 40's or even barely cruising 18. And then stood the real issue, you didn't even know his name.
Your phone screen lit up once again and you looked away from the mirror, seeing that you had another text from the unknown number. You furrowed your eyebrows and unlocked your phone, opening his text.
unknown: my name is matt, by the way đ
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Theory vs. reality
relationships: Alexis | Quackity/Sapnap, slight implied Clay | Dream/Karl Jacobs
characters: Alexis | Quackity, Sapnap, GeorgeNotFound, Clay | Dream, Karl Jacobs, Sylvee
tags i would use if i had ao3: first meetings, college/university au, based on real life, real name used for quackity
tw/cw: somewhat graphic description of fainting
note: i fainted on campus today and this is what i wish had happened. instead they just asked if i was ok and then left me alone. i was, in fact, not okay, my head is still pounding, and i think i damaged my spine in the slightest bit.
enjoy!
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Alex was sitting criss-cross on a bench near the building Karl and George had class in, reading a book while waiting for them, occasionally scribbling notes on the margin. The sun was shining brighter than it should in late September, but Alex wasn't one to complain about some extra warmth. At least, not until the sun got so bright it was literally blinding him as it reflected back from the pages of his book. At that point, Alex decided to move to the shadows and sit in the grass just across from him.
In theory, that sounded smart. He put his phone and book in his bag, pulled it over his shoulder and stood. In theory, he would get to the shadows in four steps. In theory, he would get to sit down just after crossing the gravel path that separated the bench and the grass.
In reality though, after the first step, Alex felt his left leg wobble. After the second, he couldn't feel his right leg, even though he knew for sure he placed it down. And then, all he knew was that he was sitting on his bum, head fuzzy, back half in pain, a confused look on his face.
He took a second to collect himself, then looked around worried, hoping nobody saw him fall straight on his ass. A guy sat on the bench a bit away from his, not paying him any mind. Good. On the grassy patch he was going to sit, there sat two guys and a girl, all of them looking extremely concerned and ready to get help for him if needed.
''I'm okay, don't worry'' Alex told them as he tried to get up on shaky legs.
''Are you sure?'' the girl asked.
''Yeah, just got too warm. Was about to move to the shadow anyway. I'm gonna drink some water. Just overheated I think. I'm gonna go sit in the shadow'' he repeated, mostly to get the message through his own body, rather than to comfort the group.
''Yeah, you do that'' the blond haired guy said, ready to move on, but still keeping his eyes on Alex.
''Hey, how about you sit with us? Just so we can make sure you really are okay'' the other guy walked towards him, holding out his hand to help him up. Alex slowly turned his head upwards, only seeing the silhouette of the guy against the sun. ''Dude, you look really pale. Do you have any food with you?'' the guy asked, squatting down to be on eye level with him.
''Yeah, I... uh... I have a banana and some.... cookies, yeah, cookies in my bag'' Alex tried to think of what he packed in the morning. The guy seemed satisfied with his answer, so he stood, and held his hand out for Alex to take once again. The boy tried his best to get up, letting the guy steady him and grab his bag for him as he slowly made his way towards the group.
''You sure sure you're fine? Do you need water?'' the girl asked when Alex dropped down next to her, finally in the shadows.
''Yeah, I'm good, thank you. I have my bottle in my bag'' he pointed towards the other guy, who handed over the bag and sat down between Alex and the blond boy.
''I'm Sapnap, by the way'' the guy who helped him up said, watching as Alex digged his banana and water bottle out from his bag.
''Dream'' the blond one nodded at him while he took a small sip. ''This happen to you often?'' he asked, worry still in his voice, though his face was neutral.
''Once or twice a summer, nothing crazy. Though I usually feel dizzy first, this time my legs kinda just gave up under me'' Alex explained between sips of water and bites of banana.
''That doesn't sound normal'' the girl looked to him with an expression eerily similar to the one his mother used to give him when he fell with his bike, that kinda-worried-kinda-reprimanding one he hated so much. ''I'm Sylvee by the way. Nice to meet you!'' she smiled, and then all three looked at him expectantly.
''I'm Alex. Some call me Quackity sometimes'' he introduced himself when he finally understood what they were waiting for. ''Sorry for scaring you guys. I swear I'm okay now'' he said, finishing his banana and taking his book and phone out of his bag.
''Do you have someone to walk you home? Do you live in the dorms? You should go lie down for a bit'' Sapnap suggested, and Alex would've taken his advice if it wasn't for his phone ringing.
''Hey Q, we just got out, gotta weewee and we're coming! Are you bored of your textbook yet? Ready to have fun?'' Karl's cheery voice asked over his phone.
''I'm sitting in the grass behind building M, and I am just near ready to throw the book in the next trashcan I see'' he replied, smiling softly. ''See you soon'' he added, and not waiting for Karl's reply he hung up. ''I have a few friends who just finished class, they are going to hang with me for a bit. I still have a class later so I can't really go home just yet'' Alex explained to Sapnap, who was watching his phonecall with interest.
''Oh. What class do you have?'' he ended up asking, trying not to sound affected when Alex rested his pounding head on his shoulder.
''International law. It's a seminar, so I can't even skip it'' Alex sighed. ''That's what you get for having international studies as your minor for your law major, I guess'' he laughed with self pity.
''Why do you even have a minor with law? Isn't law big enough already?'' Dream butted in.
''Needed extra credits to stay in the scholarship'' he shrugged. They all shared their majors, discussed professors and other boring school stuff, chatting away and getting to know each other, nobody really paying any mind to Sapnap slowly starting to play with Alex' fingers.
''Quackityyyy'' a yell was suddenly heard, and with a turn of their heads, the group could see George running at them with full speed. Alex stood quickly, ready to accept the hug. ''Class was boring and people are stupid and I want to go home'' George complained as soon as the two boys collided.
''Let's go, let's get lunch somewhere before we starve'' Karl appeared behind Geogre, and the two started to walk towards the food shops.
''Hey, Sapnap?'' Alex crouched back down, packing his bag quickly. ''Could I have your number?'' he held his phone out. ''You know, just in case I faint again and need someone to walk me home.''
''I would love it more if you texted me without fainting, but do make sure to let me know if you ever need help'' Sapnap took the phone to type in his number, but made sure to look Alex in the eyes to make sure he got it.
''Your eyes are very pretty'' Alex said, causing Sapnap to flush and push him gently.
''I promise I will find you more attractive when I don't worry about you dropping on the floor any minute. If you're lucky, I'll even flirt back'' Sapnap promised as he stood. ''Now go, have fun and take care! Wouldn't want you falling on that juicy peach again'' he winked, the two sharing a laugh before Alex waved at the group and followed his friends who stopped a bit away to wait for him.
''Sooo, who was that?'' Karl linked his arm through Alex'.
''Actually, who was the blond one? I'm sure he would be a great match for Karl''
''Oh my god, George, do you ever shut up?'' Karl whined in embarrassment as they walked away, Alex glancing back toward the group he left behind, catching Sapnap's eyes and smiling.
''Do you guys know any places around here suited for first dates?'' he asked the bickering boys, completely ignoring whatever they were talking about.
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As If Itâs Your Last
Reader x Yeji
Requested by anon
Genre: fluff, high school au, friends to lovers
Words: 1.8k
A/N: Hi Iâm so sowwy this took so long. Itâs currently four in the morning and this is quite long compared to my previous ones. But I really liked this one uwu. Me did got into kpop because of AIIYL soooo yeahhh. Again, I didnât really got into the high school part? I hope you still like it tho. Thank you for requesting!
22 Jun 2017
It was just an ordinary school day, doing English in maths, chit-chatting in VA, and sneaking phone out in Science. Yes, very typical.
Your friend, Chaeryeong decided to bring you to her dance studio after school. You were never really into Kpop. You were more like a "Twinkie" who seems intimidating to others. However, you and Chaeryeong knew each other since forever, she knew the real you.
Sometimes, she felt like you just hanging out with her and her sisters is not enough. She wanted you to have more friends and join more activities but you just said it's fine. She was hoping bringing you to the studio will help.
Entering the studio, you sat down at the back.
"You're not going to join?"
You looked up at her. "Nah... I can't..."
"Well, okay. I hope you will change your mind though..."
"ę´ě°Žě..." (It's okay...)
She nodded and went to warm up.
You started scrolling your phone until you heard footsteps, and you looked up. A cat-eyed girl ran in, hands on her knees, breathing heavily.
"Hi... I... I'm sorry I'm... late-"
She looked at you and froze, with her eyes wide open. You started to worry, 'Is there something on my face? Do I know her? Oh my God-' Your thoughts were cut out by your best friend, "Oh right, Y/N, this is Yeji unni, she is from school. And Yeji unni, you know Y/N." She said with a smirk, the cat-eyed girl started to blush and looked away.
'Oh, she is from school.' You thought.
You caught her staring at you a few times through the mirror's reflection, she looked away quickly.
'Cute' You thought.
They started the practice when Chaeryeong's sister, Chaeyeon finally arrived. It was not the first time you see the Lee sisters dance, but Yeji, she is something else. The way she looked at you through the mirror when she was dancing gave you chills. It's like her glances can kill.
'Oh wow.'
When the practice ended, the four of you stayed because the Lee sisters suggested a get-to-know-each-other-more gathering. Well, they ordered chicken, you can't say no to chicken.
As you guys were waiting for the food, Chaeyeon suddenly pulled her phone out, "Have you guys listened to the latest Blackpink song yet?" 'Blackpink? As in black and pink???' The three of you said no. She signed and played the mv. It was like just Kpop at first, but when you listen to it the second time, you started to get addicted. The Lee sisters knew you way too much, "Y/N si, do you wanna learn the dance?"
"What- No-"
"We saw you nodding your head to the music, also the rap part!"
It's not a secret that you like raps but the girl with bangs just did so well and you're obsessed already.
"Come onnnnnnnnnnnn, you love to danceeeee."
Chaeyeon said and Chaeryeong pulled you up. Even though you acted like you didn't want it, you were glad your friends knew you that well. All of you picked your parts and started to learn the dance.
Chaeyeon saw you were struggling and got behind you to help you with the moves. Little did you know, someone was watching the both of you.
"Ohhhhh, okay. I got it now, Chaeyeon unni. Thank you."
"It's okay, haha." She said as she petted your head before hugging you.
Yeji watched with a pout, "Are you jealous, unni?" Chaeryoung teased. "Wha- No-" The cat-eyed girl got flustered again. Was it love at first sight? No. You were the "Twinkie" of the school which amazed her, you and the Lee sisters are best friends, it's hard not to notice you.
"They look good together..." She mumbled.
"THE FOOD IS HERE!!!" Chaeyeon screamed.
"Yah, unni! We're just right here." You said as you rub your ears.
"Awe, I'm sorry, my poor baby." She said as she hugged you and kissed you on your forehead.
Yeji pouted again, not knowing how to react. She wanted to get out of here and cry, but she can't. It'd be weird, and she wanted to get to know you. Maybe not as a love interest, but at least being friends would be nice. She held herself together and sat down on the floor with you all and ate.
7 Aug 2017
Three had turned to four, now that Yeji knew that you and Chaeyeon are just good friends made her relieved. You four hanged out even during summer, and Yeji finally dared to ask you to hang out with her, just the two of you.
"So."
"Yeah?"
"Where are we going?"
"Oh right, sorry haha. We're going to the carnival!"
"Wait, really?" You've been talking nonstop about the carnival but the Lee sisters were just too busy to get there with you while Yeji wanted to impress you by showing you that she did listen.
She nodded.
"OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU!" You screamed as you threw yourself onto her to gave her the best hug she's ever received. She hugged back softly, cherishing every second of it.
24 Dec 2017
You and Yeji had grown extremely close in the past few months. The Lee sisters had been teasing the two of you being wives as you two weren't separated from each other.
"I think I'm losing my best friend to Yeji unni..." Chaeryeong said dramatically while having a hand on her chest, faking a pain. "I'm losing my baby too! Oh, this is so sad!" Chaeyeon said as they pretended to cry together.
"You guys... We're literally just here..." You said as you held Yeji closer.
"And you two are cuddling in our living room!"
"It's cold, and she is soft," Yeji said as she snuggled into you more.
"Get a room already!"
'These two... Aish...' Well, you love your best friends. Even when they tease you.
With all the teasing, this had made you wonder what would it be like if you two are actually something. It would be... Nice? It's quite hard to picture as you've never imagined anything like that. A few months ago, she was just the shy girl you didn't know, and now, she's one of your best friends that you're cuddling with on Christmas Eve.
"What are you thinking?" She asked and you snapped out of your thoughts.
"Nothing just got distracted."
"Awe, okay."
You wondered why she was so shy the first time you met her. And was she... Blushing? But that also brought you back to how she dances. How her body moved so smoothly, and those glances. They're just wow.
Was it love at first sight? Probably not, but you definitely had a little crush on her when you saw her dance.
These thoughts kept you up all night, wondering what would it be to date your best friend, holding hands, cuddling, and going out, as a couple.
5 May 2018
It was the game season, Yeji invited you three to the game. You've never watched her play before so you were very excited. On the other hand, she was as nervous as hell. She wanted to impress you but she also didn't want it to be too obvious.
"You're gonna do great, I just know." You said to her with a smile before hugging her.
She really needed that kind of support at that moment, from her "future" lover.
"Y/N..."
"Hm?"
"Can I get something if I am the MVP of the season?"
"Sure, is there something in particular that you want?"
"Yeah, but I will tell you once I am the MVP."
She's always so determined, and you love that about her. It's one of her charms.
"Mhm, okay. Well, good luck!" You gave her a peck on the cheeks, not thinking about her awkwardness.
The cool air hit the baseball player's face yet her cheeks were still burning. 'But no, Yeji. You have to get your head in the game.' She thought to herself.
17 Oct 2018
The day before the last game. She was practising hard. Seeing her so serious always amazed you in all the ways. You decided to bring her lunch as she probably forgot to eat due to being so focused on practising.
"Hey there, champ."
She stopped and looked at you with a smile. That smile you adore. So pure and just pure happiness to see you.
"Hey!" She said as she wiped her sweats away.
"I brought lunch!"
"Ah, this is why I love you more than the Lees."
It's not like they don't bring her lunches during practice. It's just someone who has a favourite.
18 Oct 2018
It's the final game. Yeji tried her best to get as much point as possible. And her posture looked so good. Seeing her efforts really impressed you. You also started to wonder what was that something she wanted.
"Hwang Yeji! Hwang Yeji!"
"SHE WONNNNN Y/N!!!" Chaeyeon screamed.
You waved happily to her and she waved back.
You guys met at the changing room after everyone was gone.
"So, unni. What was that something you want? Is it a shirt? Or you want me to treat you-"
"You." She stopped you.
"It's always been you. I just want to hold you and kiss you as my girlfriend. I'm in love with you, Y/N."
Oh... That's why she acted so awkward sometimes...
"I mean I get it if you don't feel the same, but like I can't hold this any longer. Before actually knowing you, you were this cool kid that everyone secretly admired. But after knowing you, you actually have a soft side. A loving side. You're so much more than just your looks. I am so in love with you..."
"Yeji... I think I'm in love with you too... I love how you put so many efforts into everything. I love your smile and your eyes. I adore them."
She looked down after hearing that.
"Please never hide your eyes, I know how you feel insecure about them, but they're so pretty, so unique, so... You. You're you and I love you for that..." The two of you stared into each others' eyes, slowly lent in. When your lips touched, there were like fireworks inside your stomach. Your heart was skipping like crazy.
The kiss was soft. You pulled away and rest your foreheads against each others'. You both closed your eyes with a smile, just enjoying each others' company. Until one of you finally decided to break the silence.
"So... Y/N..."
"Yes... Unni?"
"Do you... Wanna maybe go out with me?"
"Of course I do!"
You hugged her tightly and she hugged you back. You still didn't let go for a while. "Y/N? Are you okay?" "Mhm" "We've been in this position for a while now." "I know." You held her as if it's your last.
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