#microwaving popcorn all day now that act 3 is out

[quailsprout]

just when i thought jayce couldn't get any more peak he instantly and wholly surrenders to viktor on the rooftop when he realizes he is in the very spot where he is destined to fail. and then mind meld psychosex partners "in every timeline" happens. love wins YIPPEE

[simplygojo]

GhostFace Ep. 3 - Suguru

Author's Note: Hey y'all, Suguru's GhostFace episode is OUTTTT!! I have personally been WAITING for this one. Hope you enjoyyyy

Spooky Szn Masterlist

Pairing: Suguru Geto x f!reader

Kinks: (light)Domination & Face Fucking

Word Count: 2.4K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, domination, face fucking, aggressive oral.

You kick off your heels the moment you step through the door, sighing in relief as the weight of the day lifts from your shoulders.

Suguru had mentioned he'd be late tonight, something about a mission, and though you missed him, you had plans to unwind.

You’d been waiting all week for your popcorn and horror movie night.

Last week, you'd shown him your Halloween costume—tiny satin bunny ears, a black bodysuit that hugged your curves, and fishnet stockings that ended mid-thigh. Suguru’s reaction had been instant. 

His eyes had darkened, and he had that wicked smile—the one that meant trouble. 

He almost didn’t let you take it off, hands gripping your hips as he growled about how much you turned him on. 

You’d never seen him so worked up. 

Before he left for his mission today, he'd mentioned his own costume was almost ready and that he wanted it to be a surprise. The thought lingered, making you smile.

After making a quick trip to the kitchen, you set the popcorn in the microwave, filling the room with that buttery smell that always brought back childhood memories of Halloween marathons and staying up way too late.

As the microwave beeps, your phone buzzes. You glance down at the screen—an unknown number flashes across it.

You hesitate for a second, then answer, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder while grabbing the popcorn bag.

"Hello?" you say, shaking the bag open.

"Hello…" The voice on the other end is low, distorted, but familiar. Your heart skips a beat.

"Suguru?" You chuckle, expecting him to laugh and drop the act.

There’s a pause. "Who’s this?" The voice is cold, calculated—eerily close to something out of a horror movie.

You roll your eyes, leaning against the counter. “Very funny. You know it’s me.”

“I do now.” The voice drips with a dark amusement that sends a shiver up your spine. 

The playful tone Suguru always used, but deeper—more sinister. Your pulse quickens.

"Where are you?" You ask, peeking around the empty apartment. "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?"

There’s a soft laugh. “Maybe…What’s your favourite scary movie?”

You stop dead in your tracks, the line sparking immediate recognition. 

"Suguru, stop messing around." You walk toward the living room, the phone clutched tightly in your hand, your heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.

The line crackles for a second before the voice returns, slower, more deliberate. 

"Why would I stop when I’m having so much fun, bunny?"

The air catches in your throat. Bunny. 

Your mind flashes to last week, the memory of you standing in front of the mirror, Suguru sitting behind you, that wicked grin tugging at his lips as he watched you model your costume. 

His hands had been everywhere, his breath hot against your neck as he muttered about how hard it was not to rip the fabric off you then and there.

Your pulse races now for a different reason.

“Where are you?” You repeat, moving toward the window, peeking outside. The street is empty, but you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

“That’s for me to know… and for you to find out,” he hums, that ghost of a chuckle making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

“But don’t worry, I’ll be seeing you real soon.”

Before you can respond, the line goes dead. You stare at the phone in your hand, trying to calm the rush of excitement and nerves bubbling inside of you. 

Suguru was always theatrical, but this? He was taking it to a whole new level.

Still, something in you—something wild and reckless—wanted to see where this would go. 

You liked it when he pushed your limits, played with you, teased you. And if he was in the mood to play Ghostface tonight, well… you weren’t exactly complaining.

Suddenly, a loud knock echoes from the front door.

Your heart leaps, but you can’t wipe the grin from your face as you open the door—only to find no one there. 

You take a step forward, your eyes scanning the hallway before something soft brushes against your foot.

You look down, and a small black envelope sits at your feet.

Biting your lip, you crouch to pick it up, sliding the card out. In bold letters, it read: Let’s play a game, bunny. I’ll be waiting.

The thrill surges through you as you step back inside, locking the door behind you. 

You’re barely able to take a breath before you feel it—a strong arm wrapping around your waist from behind. 

A gloved hand presses against your mouth, silencing your startled gasp and pulling you backwards.

“Hello, bunny,” Suguru whispers, his voice dark and rich as it vibrates against your skin.

You push back into his embrace, your body already responding to the dangerous heat of him. 

The mask brushes against the side of your face, cool and smooth, as his other hand trails down your thigh, fingers tracing the hem of your shorts.

“Are you scared?” His voice is low, playful, but there’s an edge of danger that makes your body hum with need.

You shake your head, and he chuckles darkly, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “Liar.”

Suguru’s grip tightened, pulling you flush against his chest. The mask hid his expression, but you could feel his breath, hot and heavy, through the fabric. 

Your heart raced, and your body was already on edge, anticipation making your pulse throb.

He leaned in close to your ear, his voice dripping with dominance. 

“You should be scared. But I know you’re not.” His gloved hand slid lower, teasing the heat between your thighs, and a low growl escaped him as he felt how wet you already were. 

"You like this too much, don’t you, bunny?"

You nodded, biting your lip, stifling a moan as his fingers traced lazy circles over your clothed cunt, the leather of his gloves felt cool even through the fabric of your shorts. 

The tension coiled inside you like a spring, and you could already feel the control he had over you slipping away.

He released you suddenly, and you stumbled forward, barely catching yourself on the arm of the couch. 

Before you could turn around, Suguru’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back roughly. 

His mask was the only thing you could see when you turned your gaze to meet his, that chilling Ghostface smile inches away from your lips.

He lifted the mask so it rested on the top of his head, finally exposing his eyes—dark, smoldering, filled with an intense, possessive hunger. 

His lips curled into that wicked smile you knew all too well, the one that sent a thrill straight through you.

“On your knees,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative.

Your body responded before your mind even had a chance to catch up, dropping to your knees on the soft carpet beneath you. 

You looked up at him, your lips parting in anticipation, eyes wide with desire as he loomed over you like a predator about to claim his prey.

The shadow of his Ghostface costume draped around him, adding to the menacing aura he so effortlessly exuded, making your heart race faster.

His dominance was suffocating, yet it thrilled you to your core. 

You loved this—loved surrendering to him, knowing he would take everything he wanted from you. 

It made your skin tingle, your pulse quicken, the heat between your legs growing unbearable with each passing second.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone softer now but no less commanding, as if rewarding you for your obedience. 

His praise made your chest swell, a warm rush of satisfaction going straight to your soaked pussy. 

Being good for him, doing exactly what he wanted, was its own reward. The intensity in his gaze held you captive, leaving you breathless as you waited for his next move.

With deliberate slowness, he reached down, his fingers moving to the zipper of his pants. 

Every click of the metal teeth felt like an eternity, each movement stretching the moment further as he drew out your anticipation. You could barely breathe as he finally freed himself, his thick, heavy cock springing into view, hard and already leaking with precum. 

The sight alone had your lips tingling, desperate to taste him, to worship him the way he deserved.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, watching the way your breath hitched, your pupils blown wide with lust as you stared at his length. You wanted him. Needed him.

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he growled, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Your lips parted instantly, your tongue peeking out slightly in anticipation, and Suguru groaned low in his throat at the sight. 

Slowly, he guided the swollen head of his cock to your lips, tapping it against your tongue. 

The salty taste of him hit your senses, and your mouth watered, the urge to take him fully overwhelming.

But before you could move, he gripped the back of your head roughly, his fingers tangling into your hair with a possessive strength. 

Without warning, he pushed himself deeper into your mouth, the heavy weight of his cock filling you. 

Your lips stretched wide around him as he thrust forward, sliding inch after inch past your pretty lips until the head of his cock brushed the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back slightly as he drank in the sight of you, your mouth wrapped around him, taking him so perfectly. 

“Look at you… so eager to be my little slut.”

His words were like gasoline to a fire, igniting the raw desire burning inside of you. You loved the way he spoke to you like this—loved being claimed, being his. 

The stretch of him in your mouth was almost too much, but the thrill of pleasing him, of having his full attention, made the discomfort a twisted kind of pleasure.

He didn’t wait. 

There was no patience, no tenderness. 

Suguru’s dominance surged through him as his hips snapped forward, his cock driving deeper into your throat. 

He didn’t slow down, didn’t give you time to adjust. His movements were rough, relentless, each thrust pushing you to your limit. 

The slick sounds of his cock fucking into your mouth filled the room, your gag reflex triggered as he hit the back of your throat again and again.

“You can take it,” he growled, tightening his grip in your hair, controlling every movement of your head. 

“I know you can take it, baby. Be a good girl for me.”

Tears stung your eyes, and your throat burned from the force of his thrusts, but the intensity only spurred you on. 

His hand pulled you closer, forcing you to take him even deeper, until your nose was brushing against his pelvis, the scent of his skin overwhelming your senses. 

You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, the thick veins pulsing against your tongue, his dominance radiating off him like a wave of heat.

Suguru looked down at you, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he watched you choke on his cock, watched the tears stream down your cheeks. 

The sight of you submitting so completely to him, letting him use your mouth however he pleased, only made him harder. 

His hips slammed into you, and the sounds you made, the muffled moans vibrating around his cock, sent jolts of pleasure straight to his core as he watched you take him.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his voice rough and commanding.

Your hand immediately slid between your thighs, your fingers finding your clit through the damp fabric of your shorts. 

You rubbed yourself in time with his thrusts, your moans growing louder as the pleasure built, your body trembling with need. 

You could barely breathe, but the pressure building inside you was almost unbearable, and you really did want to be his good girl.

Suguru’s pace quickened, his breathing becoming erratic as he lost himself in the sensation of your mouth. 

He was close, you could feel it—the way his cock twitched against your tongue, the way his hips stuttered in their rhythm. But even as he neared the edge, his control remained absolute.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he yanked his cock from your mouth suddenly. 

You gasped for air, your lips swollen and slick with saliva, your body on the edge of climax, but you held back, your chest heaving as you obeyed his command. 

He gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“Not until I say you can.” His eyes bore into yours, dark and unrelenting, his dominance wrapping around you like a vice.

You nodded, your breath shaky, your body screaming for release as you held yourself on the brink, waiting for his permission. 

Suguru smirked, watching the desperation in your eyes as you waited for his next move. He knew the power he held over you, and he revelled in it.

With a low growl, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, thrusting deeper, faster, fucking your throat with an almost punishing force. 

He was chasing his own release now, his hand gripping the back of your head as he used your mouth with reckless abandon.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groaned, his voice tight with pleasure. “Taking my cock so fucking well… such a pretty little slut for me.”

Your eyes watered, your throat burned, but the sound of his praise sent another wave of heat rushing through you, the roughness of his voice almost pushed you over the edge. 

You could feel him twitching inside your mouth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and you knew he was close.

With one final thrust, Suguru buried himself deep in your throat, his hips grinding against your face as he came. 

His cock pulsed as hot spurts of cum filled your mouth, the salty taste coating your tongue as he moaned, low and guttural, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

He stayed like that for a moment, his cock still buried in your mouth, his hand gently stroking your hair as he caught his breath. 

Finally, he pulled back, his cock sliding out of your mouth with a soft, wet pop. 

You swallowed his release without hesitation, licking your lips as you looked up at him.

Suguru’s eyes softened, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that had streaked down your face. 

“So pretty,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You look so fucking pretty when you’re on your knees for me.”

[plusreaderswhenever]

Another Taranza + Reader

It was almost evening on a Friday. You were at home, bored out of your mind. Then, you got a pretty good idea! You found your phone after digging through your messy room for an embarrassingly long time, then you texted your best friend, Taranza, who you had saved as a funny name.

You: hey

Spidersarenerdsallofthem: What is it?

You: wanna have a movie night?

Spidersarenerdsallofthem: What are we watching?

You: *insert your favorite movies*

Spidersarenerdsallofthem: Never heard of those before, are they good?

You: yeah, they’re my favorites!

Spidersarenerdsallofthem: That doesn’t tell me a lot, but sure! I am on my way!

Taranza uses correct spelling and punctuation when he texts. When he TEXTS. What a nerd. You think affectionately, setting up the living room.

Just as you finished, you heard a knock at the door. You speed-walked over there and opened it, finding the spider you were waiting for on the other side. “Welcome!” You exclaimed as you let him in.

He took some time to look around the place, then shrugged and smugly said “Okay place, but my house is way better than this.” He looked up at you with his chest puffed out, knowing you wouldn’t mind him gloating a bit.

Ah, Taranza, ever the pretentious little bowl-cut intellectual. You loved him so much.

Crossing your arms, you smirked down at him. “Sure, but unlike you I have 30 copies of Kung Fu Panda.” Taranza gave you a weird look, but then sighed and muttered, “Fair enough.”

So, you put some bags of popcorn in the microwave. You warned Taranza not to put multiple in at once, but he did it anyway and almost burned the house down. (Friendship at its finest tbh) (Don’t try this at home)

After you somehow made popcorn that wasn’t burned, the two of you sat on the couch and started the movie.

At the end of the movie, you turned to ask him if he liked it, but to your surprise, squeeness, and slight annoyance, you found he had fallen asleep. He was squished against the arm of the couch looking like a cat from a meme. You wondered how long he had been asleep for. How much of that masterpiece of film did he miss? You didn’t want to be rude and wake him up, so you draped a blanket over him, patted his head, and then left for your messy room to sleep because it was nighttime.

The next morning, you went to the living room to check on your friend, who had fallen off the couch but was still asleep. You left him there to rest and went to the kitchen. You made two servings of scrambled eggs and went back to the living room to set Taranza’s plate next to him for when he woke up. He was already awake!

And he looked like he hadn’t slept in 3 days. Gosh that bed-head was awful. Poor guy had eyebags for days and a grumpy, tired expression.

“Wow, you look awful. Think scrambled eggs will fix it?”

“Yeah, sure…” he floated over to you, still wrapped in the blanket you put on him last night, which was now dragging across the floor. Poor baby still looked sleepy. You held out his plate and he took it. “Thanks.” He mumbled.

You ate together on the couch. 

When you were done eating, there was an unnecessary silence. You noticed he was quieter than usual. Usually, he would fill any empty silences by boasting about new magic he learned and stuff like that, but there was an empty silence right then! You thought back to how you found him on the floor looking all worn out and got an idea of what may have happened.

“Did you have a nightmare or something? It’s okay If you don’t wanna talk about it.” He looked up. “No.” “Okay.” You turned away and acted like you didn’t ask him anything.

5 seconds later, he muttered “I had a dream about Queen Sectonia blasting me into the sky with her laser again.” This was a shock! He usually didn’t bring up stuff like this, so you had to listen. “I don’t really know what to say there, but it must suck so I’m here for ya, you hear?” 

He sighed and leaned into you. You wrapped an arm around him. 

“Why do you have so many copies of Kung Fu Panda anyway?”

“Don’t ask questions.”

[aamethyst000]

sleepy thinking - March 15,23 8:14am

I have been thinking a lot about moving out of my mother's house here. I want a change [as scared as I am about change] of pace, place, and whatever else there may be. I am just tired of being here now. however, I am almost 25 with a terrible money managing. it sucks, battling between "do I really want/need that right now?" or "would this make my moving more difficult if I buy this?" and if I was able to buy it for myself and not the whole house [I almost never have enough money for them all anyway].

speaking of almost being 25, lately, I didn't realize I was still looking at my body as if I was still 15 years old. like I [and my mind] refused to accept that I am an adult. at 21 I thought I accepted it. apparently not, it took me until now to realize that "hey, maybe this way of acting/thinking is immature?" or "was this habit from my teen years?" I might bring it up with my therapist on my next appointment. been almost 4-5 years since I frequently started going to therapy. I can hardly belive that!

1:50pm - I haven't decided what to eat yet, so I made a pot of coffee and went to have a toke with my family. hoping that I decide what to eat by then.

3:53pm - I had made microwave popcorn for myself and had 2 cups of coffee, rearranged the dirty dishes and prepared a few dishes and veggies for my mum to cook. been feeling a little irritated today, probably because there have been much left of our grocery in the house. it kind of sucks.

6:18pm - I decided to wash thw dishes to keep myself occupied until dinner is ready. my little brother doesn't eat soup so either mom or me will have to make his dinner separate. oh well, I am learning not to be so judgy about him being a picky eater. I get it, some foods are just... ugh. anyway. I am now taking a break from washing the dishes, standing takes a tole out of me apparently. I am on my 4th cup of coffee, made an appointment with my therapist and patiently waiting for a message from my coworker about if amd when I start work again. I want to take a nap now.

9:24pm - I am making mashed potatoes for my little brother's dinner, I am aware it is pretty late but at least he has dinner. the whole pot of coffee was finished and I want to bath, at the same time I don't. I just want to go to sleep lol I have been watching Steven universe on the app called streamio. My uncle found this app I think last year? I can't remember but this app has been very useful, I like it!

10:07pm - in a bit, I'll be having a smoke sesh with my family, then I finally get to rest for the remainder of tonight. supper was yummy and I don't want to bath, I am too tired to do anything else. and still a bit cranky too. oh well, today was a meh day and I may have also over booked myself for next week. oops. I totally did not realize that but I may have to choose to postpone one of my appointment. not going to be a tough decision, really. I just hate calling.

anyway, good night!

[mourntheantagonist]

#HarringroveApril Day 3: Spring Break

***

“So class, let’s go around the room and say what we all did for spring break.”

Steve hated these days, when he was forced to hear about all the fun everyone had, traveling to far away places while he just got drunk and high by himself in his own home. Just him and the voices on the television for a week just waiting and waiting for that next Monday to finally roll around and get back to some sort of normalcy. As much as he despised those school halls they were ten times better than his own.

The week had started out just the same, driving down empty streets because half the town jumped on the opportunity to get away. Drive thru lines were nonexistent, tumbleweeds outnumbered people, everything was quiet.

The stupid talking stick snaked around the room. His classmates talked about their trips to the beach and getting to see the ocean, trips to Vegas which didn’t seem very practical for kids of only seventeen, some ventured into the depths of the woods to camp, something Steve was smart enough not to do in Hawkins, Indiana, no matter how many times they insisted that the gate was closed, and that it would stay closed.

It seemed everyone had found something to do with their week, except for the guy who was for some reason sitting on his front porch when he’d pulled in to his driveway carrying a bucket of KFC that he was definitely not planning to eat all by himself.

Billy.

“Surprised you’re still here. Figured a rich boy like you would have hopped on a plane to France or something.” Billy said, walking over to him where he was standing, leant up against the side of the Beemer twirling his keys around his index finger. He pulled a leg out of the bucket without even asking.

“What are you doing here Hargrove?” Steve asked, rolling his eyes over the messy way Billy took a bite into the chicken, smearing grease all over his face.

“You know why I’m here.”

He did. Billy was there for the exact same reason he was always there. He was there for Steve’s bed, his dick, his mouth... everything but Steve himself, at least that was the way it had felt.

Billy fisted the collar of Steve’s shirt and pulled him in closer, the bucket of KFC in his arms being the only thing applying distance between the two of them. “What do you say we make this week ours?”

Steve didn’t like one night stands, if you could even call them that considering Billy kept coming back, hookups would probably be more precise. Steve wanted more than a sweaty half hour with Billy Hargrove, he wanted more.

But it was either fucking Billy Hargrove all week, or watching The Golden Girls on repeat by himself, and as much as he loved Betty White, one option was definitely more enticing.

So he agreed to Billy’s proposition. They ate a quarter of the bucket before taking it upstairs where they did their same old thing. A fuck without feelings. No talking, just grunts and moans that, to be fair, Steve ate right up.

Except something changed. Something was different about all those other times Billy came over.

Because he didn’t leave.

He stayed put, right where he was laying on his bed, just rolled onto his side and pulled the covers up to his waist. Usually he’d be halfway out the door, the sound of the Camaro revving outside his window being completely absent was strange. And Billy just patted the mattress with the palm of his hand, his eyes falling shut like he was ready to go to sleep, and Steve didn’t know what to do other than exactly what he wanted to do. Forget the heart beating out of his chest or the breath caught in his throat when he laid down and Billy’s arms quickly wrapped around him, all he could focus on was Billy’s sweaty skin against his own and maybe he misunderstood what Billy meant when he said “let’s make this week ours.”

When he woke up in the morning, Billy was still there. His arms still wrapped around him in the same way they fell asleep.

And Billy stayed. He stayed through the morning, through the evening, stayed the night again, and again, and sure... a lot of that time was spent undressed and doing their usual activities, but there were also moments where Billy sat next to him on the couch and watched a movie with him, moments where Billy microwaved a bowl of popcorn for them to share, and more moments where they cuddled in bed before they fell asleep for the night.

And then on day three there was the kissing. Not the foreplay making out that he was used to, not the aggressive tongue wrestling that left his jaw sore the next day. No, these were soft kisses on the couch that ended exactly where they started. No hand gripping his wrist to drag him up the stairs. No trailing hands into his pants or up his shirt, just soft kisses that made him melt.

But the problem was, Steve was so focused on not getting attached that he couldn’t let himself enjoy it, because he knew that once the week was over, everything would go back to the way it was.

So by day five he started pushing Billy away. Turning his head away when Billy went in for a kiss, rolling out of his embrace while they slept, distancing himself the best he could.

And by day seven, Billy said it.

“Do you not want me here?”

It followed the probably tenth time Steve turned away from a kiss while he was doing the dishes, and when he says it, Steve nearly drops the plate into the sink.

“What makes you think that?”

“Don’t act all fucking dense Steve.”

And to that Steve actually did drop the plate into the sink with a loud clank against the metal bowl.

“Look Billy,” Steve starts with clenched teeth, tightly gripping the edge of the counter and his head bowed staring into the soapy water that filled the sink, “I know this is all going to stop at the end of the week, so just let me make it a little easier alright?”

“Why does it have to stop?”

“I’m not going to waste my time with someone who just wants to fuck and fuck off, I need more than that, and if you can’t give that to me-”

His phrase was cut short with the crash of Billy’s lips against his and the gentle tug on the hairs at the nape of his neck, and Steve didn’t turn his head this time, he just let it happen and tried to decipher what Billy was trying to say with the movement of his tongue that didn’t produce words, but said everything it needed to for Steve to kiss him back.

It was a kiss that said “I want more too.”

Monday rolled around too quickly. All those years of aching for Spring Break to finally end, now flipped on its head, desperate for it to be Saturday again.

The talking stick was in his hand, and he was reminded of all those years of having to answer with a simple “nothing” and a frown as he passed it back to the person behind him.

But it was 1985, it was a new year.

“Steve?” His teacher questioned, he was just sitting there, holding it in his hand. “What did you do for Spring Break?”

“Nothing.” he said.

But this time, he said it with a smile.

[artificialqueens]

Me and You Together, 3/10 (Taywhora) - Ortega

fic summary: The cardinal rule of having flatmates is that you Do Not Catch Feelings For Your Flatmates, because everything inevitably goes to shit and gets made horrifically awkward. A’whora and Tayce both know this, but being in first year of uni and making good decisions have never really gone hand in hand.

a/n: again, fucking bowled over by the love and support this has had so far. i cannot thank any of u enough, ur all absolute wee diamonds in the sky. hope u enjoy this one- we’re in January for this one, where the girls have to deal with the consequences of December…and Tayce is tasked with keeping a secret for Lawrence.

last chapter: September- On a damp, bright Saturday in September, six flatmates move into their student flat and meet for the first time.

this chapter: January- Tayce and A’whora still have unfinished business from a night out and a hungover morning in December. But it’s only awkward if they make it awkward…right?

***

Tayce is pretty sure she’s going to combust if something doesn’t happen soon.

It’s been a month and a week since A’whora kissed her, and twenty-four hours shorter than that since Tayce kissed her in return. Or thereabouts, it’s not like she’s counting. It’s not like it’s been consuming her every thought every waking moment of the day or anything.

In all fairness, Tayce seems like it’s an achievement to think about a kiss for that length of time. Especially through her first semester essay deadlines, Ellie’s raucous eighteenth, her first Christmas back home, her first New Year seeing all her old school friends after uni and updating Cheryl and Cara on everything. She’d drunkenly come out to Cheryl too after being gently encouraged and supported by Cara, and they’d both cried as Cheryl held her and confessed that since uni had started she’d also begun seeing a girl she really liked too.

It’s funny how at uni everybody seems so much more free. Away from a stifling hometown, Tayce and her friends can properly spread their wings and be who they’ve always been but have either not realised it or been afraid to show it. Tayce is the happiest she’s ever been when she’s at the flat with the others in her little bubble of a home away from home, with Bimini’s intelligent insights and Tia’s funny quips, Lawrence’s chaos and Ellie’s kindness and A’whora being…well, her best friend.

Except she’s not really sure that best friends kiss each other like that.

But maybe they do, because since they’ve all come back from home after Christmas A’whora hasn’t mentioned the kisses, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened between them. Hasn’t even joked about it with her or in front of the others (which is fair enough, as if Lawrence knew she’d probably tease them about it until they graduated). Tayce is pretty sure that none of the others even know, or at least if they do they’ve not spoken about it.

And the worst part is that A’whora has been absolutely…normal. Fine.

See, Tayce could’ve dealt with any awkwardness- she’d be upfront, bluntly ask A’whora if she wants to forget about it or what she wants the plan for them to be. Even better would’ve been if A’whora had rugby-tackled her the moment she’d got back from Wales and smothered her with kisses, told her how much she’d been thinking about her while they’d both been away. Tayce supposes it’s kind of her fault they never properly talked about it since she’d practically bolted out of A’whora’s room when she’d kissed her that morning, but she’d been nervous in case she’d made everything too weird. A’whora hadn’t seemed to be complaining at the time, though.

In fact that night, A’whora had been up for plenty more than just a drunk kiss. If Tayce thinks about everything she’d said when they were walking home her face still gets hot and she has to squeeze her thighs together. She’s definitely glad they never crossed any of those particular lines when they’d both been drinking, but sometimes when she’s lying in bed at night Tayce lets her hands drift between her legs as she thinks about A’whora telling her how much and for how long she’d wanted her.

Best friends definitely don’t do that.

So Tayce feels guilty spending time with just A’whora these days, the fact that things haven’t been awkward between them somehow being worse than if they were. She’s not been avoiding her per sé, she’s just been finding ways to make sure it’s very rarely the two of them alone together: hanging out in the kitchen with everyone instead of in her room, going to bed when the others do instead of staying up with A’whora, inviting the others to anything A’whora suggests the two of them do together. It’s silly, and Tayce does miss spending time alone with her, but A’whora acting like nothing’s happened while conversely Tayce wants everything to happen hurts her embarrassingly more than she’d care to admit.

Such a time is a lazy Sunday afternoon halfway through the shittiest month of the year, when the weather outside is full of misty rain that’s a recipe for frizzy hair, puddles, and misery. Just to add to the rubbish day Tayce is holed up in her room, watching the grey clouds drift and overlap over each other to create a paint colour chart in the sky as she begins an essay that’s due in a mere five days. It’s been hard to focus on anything when her head is full of her best friend and imaginary scenarios but the prospect of an all-nighter isn’t one that’s particularly desirable either, so she and the ninety-five words she’s written so far are engaged in a stand-off as Tayce waits for the essay to write itself and the word document waits for her brain cells to conjure up any more opinions on “Is art a conveyor of emotion?” (4000 words).  

And then there’s a knock on the door that doesn’t wait for permission to enter and A’whora bounces in. She’s in a pair of grey joggers and a baggy navy pyjama top that she’s tucked in at the waist and rolled up the sleeves of, and her hair is up in a bun that’s had approximately 5% effort put into it apart from the little diamante hair clasp she’s slid through it at the top.

In spite of herself, Tayce can’t help but snort when she sees her. “Only you could make your shitty potato loungewear fashion.”

“Shut up! This is haute couture. This is actually my final project for the semester,” A’whora jokes in return, moves to sit at the foot of her bed and pout at her. “Tayyyce. I’m boreddd.”

Tayce raises an eyebrow at A’whora’s whining from over her laptop screen. “And I’m doing this essay. Find someone else to bug.”

“Don’t be such a hound,” A’whora frowns, falling sideways and landing onto the bed so she’s hugging Tayce’s legs through the duvet, her head resting on her shins. “I’d annoy Ellie but she’s in town with one of her friends from home. C’mon, let’s do a movie day. We’ve not had one in ages. I feel like we’ve barely had any time together since you got back.”

“Just been trying to catch up on all my coursework. It’s not personal,” she lies, her heart sinking only the tiniest bit at the realisation that her attempts at staying out of A’whora’s way have obviously been louder than they’ve been subtle.

“Please?” A’whora bats her lashes, and if it was impossible to say no to her before it’s surely illegal to do so now.

Tayce sighs and closes her laptop, eliciting a smile from the other girl. “Fine. Fine! But you better ask the others, I don’t want them feeling left out.”

It’s a good spur-of-the-moment excuse to make sure Tayce doesn’t have to spend two hours cuddled up next to A’whora while her heart hurts, but she’s confused by the way a small look of something passes over A’whora’s expression. She can’t put her finger on what it is, but A’whora’s agreeing and bounding down to the living room before Tayce can figure it out.

Tayce throws on her dressing gown over her clothes before leaving her room to join her, the blue fluffy one with the narwhal hood that’s complete with a horn on the top. She doesn’t own many embarrassing items of clothing, but this is definitely one of them. It doesn’t matter too much, though. A’whora’s seen her in it before, when she’s been hungover or sad or hangry and on her period.

It’s so funny how she can only have known her five months and still feel closer to her than half of the friends she spent six years with at high school.

In the kitchen, A’whora’s already cheerfully getting organised as Bimini and Lawrence lounge on the sofa lazily. Tia’s not in either- it emerges she’s gone round to Veronica’s, which nobody’s surprised about.

“Main question is, what’re we watching?” Bimini asks. “It’s a lazy Sunday so it can’t be anything that’s too good. I want something I can rip the piss out of while I watch it, y’know?”

There’s some squabbling about film choices as A’whora makes popcorn in the microwave, burns it, then subsequently has to make another packet. It’s eventually decided that they’re going to watch Love Actually despite the fact it’s January, because they all either hate it or like it because of how bad it is and the film will simply be a vehicle for them to yell jokes over.

“Have we got anything to drink? We could make this into like…a day drinking situation,” Lawrence suggests casually.

“You’re not helping the stereotype that all Scottish people are alcoholics at all,” A’whora quips, causing Tayce to let out a too-loud laugh.

“Listen, if you’ve not figured out that I’m a walking talking stereotype by now, A’whora, are we even friends?” Lawrence shoots back, and A’whora shrugs in an unspoken fair enough.

Tayce tilts her head then remembers something. “I actually still have loads of canned cocktails in my suitcase that my Mum got me for Christmas. Haven’t unpacked them yet. Think there’s about…twelve?”

“Ooh, three each? That’s alright!” Bimini smiles, clearly buoyed by the prospect of being slightly tipsy in the middle of the afternoon.

“Right, that’s settled then. I’ll go get them,” Tayce decides. A’whora’s crossing the kitchen before she knows it.

“I’ll help you with them.”

Before Tayce can speak, Bimini gives a snort. “ ‘Ow much do you think canned cocktails weigh, exactly?”

As Lawrence bursts into peals of laughter, Tayce watches as A’whora rolls her eyes at them, then turns on her heel to follow her to her room. Tayce can’t help but be a little wary, though. It does kind of seem like A’whora’s trying to get her on her own, which Tayce wouldn’t mind if she knew where she was coming from. But she doesn’t.

Tayce kneels down onto the floor as she rolls her suitcase out from under the bed, chatting mindlessly as she does so because if she’s talking it means A’whora doesn’t have a chance to bring up whatever she clearly wants to bring up. “I think there’s actually eleven here, you know. Because, uh…I think I drank one of them while I was at home, so we’re gonna need to fight over who gets one less. I don’t fancy my chances in a fight against Lawrence, she’d probably give me…what’s that expression? A Glasgow kiss? She’d give me one of those. Although Bimini, what do you think they’d be like in a fight? You know I think they’ve secretly got a set of knuckledusters, they seem the type. Although when I think about it-”

“Tayce,” A’whora cuts in, forcing her to snap her head up. Her expression is troubled, and a little frown dips on her forehead as she looks at her. “What’s wrong? Why are you being so…I don’t know, weird? Like you want to get rid of me?”

Tayce feels ashamed for being called out on her behaviour, and she can feel her stomach drop as she looks back at the cans in her otherwise empty suitcase. She wants to tell her there’s a reason for the way she’s been acting but A’whora beats her to the punch, murmuring with her head down and not meeting Tayce’s eyes.

“Is this because we kissed?”

“A’whora…” Tayce immediately groans in exasperation, the heat rushing to her cheeks as if she’s been slapped. She’s embarrassed, because she knows she’s got the capacity to talk about this like a grown-up but there’s a part of her that’s cringing, because if A’whora’s about to tell her she regrets it then she’s not sure she’ll ever live it down.

There’s a small silence where neither of them seem to move, let alone speak. A’whora is yet again the one to break it. “I just feel like you hate me all of a sudden.”

Fuck. If there was one thing Tayce had wanted to avoid, it’s this. Even though she herself is hurting she can’t bear the thought of having hurt A’whora’s feelings too, so she frowns, reaches up and squeezes A’whora’s hand which prompts her to look at Tayce. “I don’t hate you, Rory, of course I don’t hate you. I just…”

Tayce looks up to the ceiling as she searches for the right words, even though she’s not really sure what they are. She wants to tell A’whora she’s yearning for something to happen again between them and that even the fact she’s holding her hand is setting her pulse off all too quickly, but now’s not the right time. Besides, she doesn’t even know if A’whora feels the same way. Either way, Tayce can hear A’whora holding her breath, can feel the way her body’s tense beside her, so Tayce finally formulates something that doesn’t sound too hot or too cold.

“…I just don’t know where we go from here, that’s all.”

A’whora visibly relaxes, then shrugs. Her voice is quiet as she speaks. “Well, it’s only awkward if we make it awkward. And I feel like I’ve been okay at not making it awkward?”

Tayce narrows her eyes at her, laughs. “So what you’re saying is it’s all my fault.”

“Yes.”

The pair of the giggle softly and things already seem to have shifted back into comfortable territory. The green of a spring bulb popping up through the snow.

Tayce swallows her not-inconsiderable pride and smiles up at A’whora. She supposes going back to being friends and not ever talking about the fact that they kissed again is better than existing in a tense purgatory for the rest of their time in the flat together, even if it does make her feel a little sinking feeling of disappointment and a sense of mourning what could’ve been. “I’m sorry for being such a…mingebag.”

A’whora cracks up, repeats “mingebag!” incredulously, before her laughter dies down and she gives Tayce’s hand a squeeze in return. “That’s okay. Just good to know you still like me.”

They share a soft smile before piling the cocktails high in their arms, cradling them as if they’re babies as they rush back through to the living room where Bimini and Lawrence are hanging up a huge white sheet on the wall opposite the sofa for the projector. The projector had been Tia’s addition to the flat, an AliExpress purchase that had turned out to not be broken, or unusable, or made for a doll’s house.

“Tia won’t mind us borrowing that, will she?” A’whora asks with concern. Lawrence scoffs, bats a hand in her direction dismissively.

“She’ll be too mouth-deep in Veronica to care when she realises we’ve used it, let’s not lie!”

There’s a cry of disgust at Lawrence’s turn of phrase from the others, and as Tayce sets up the cocktails on the little coffee table A’whora brings the bowl of popcorn through.

“It’s fun to be able to make jokes about Tia and her girl, in’t it?” Bimini chuckles good-naturedly. “Always feel like we can’t properly tease her when Ellie’s there ‘cause she always looks like she’s about to jump out the window any time we mention Veronica’s name.”

The revelation that Ellie has feelings for Tia had come via a drunken, tearful confession to the others the night of her eighteenth birthday, when Tia had left the party with Veronica instead of staying overnight at the flat. Poor Ellie had been so devastatingly upset that the others had seemed to forge an unspoken agreement that the situation wasn’t going to be fodder for flat jokes. Instead they make sure to ask Tia how her budding relationship is going when Ellie isn’t around.

As she and A’whora laugh in agreement at Bimini’s joke, Tayce doesn’t miss the way Lawrence grows uncharacteristically quiet.

“When d’you think Ellie will get over Tia? I mean it’s a shame she doesn’t like her back, but she’ll ‘ave to at some point.”

“She won’t. She’ll just pine after her every day until we graduate,” Lawrence says. It’s meant to be a joke but her delivery is somewhat flat, and Tayce wonders if she’s the only one that picks up on it. From the way A’whora and Bimini are laughing, it appears she has been.  

Bimini and Lawrence step back from the sheet, satisfied with the job they’ve done. A’whora’s busy plugging in the fairy lights Ellie strung up where the wall meets the ceiling a few months ago, and Tayce can’t help but think to herself that sacking off her essay was a good idea as she glances at their setup. Never let it be said that their flat does things by halves.

“Oh! We should bring duvets through. And blankets,” A’whora suggests, and Tayce’s heart is both warmed and hurt by how adorably enthusiastic she is about the whole endeavour. She wishes she could shake the lingering feeling of disappointment she’s got in her gut at the knowledge that they’ll probably never talk about their kiss again; they’ve moved on from it, it was a one-time thing, and it’s only awkward if they make it awkward so Tayce bringing it up would be awkward, right?

So she settles on the sofa with Lawrence while Bimini helps A’whora gather up all their pillows, cushions, blankets and duvets from their respective rooms. Tayce is about to become lost in her own head when Lawrence turns to her with a look in her eyes that Tayce has never seen before. It’s almost conspiratorial and definitely suspicious, and for one horrific moment Tayce is convinced that Lawrence knows everything that happened in December.

“What is it?” Tayce asks her, before her flatmate can even open her mouth. Lawrence sighs, tips her head back to the head of the sofa and squeezes her eyes shut.

“I need to tell you a secret.”

Tayce’s heart drops as if she’s on a rollercoaster. Her mind immediately jumps to A’whora. What’s she told her? What does Lawrence know? It would make sense to wait until A’whora was out of the room before telling her anything. Tayce tries to keep her face impassive as she turns to Lawrence, nods quietly. “Okay, spill.”

“You can’t tell anyone, Tayce,” Lawrence insists, looking at her pleadingly. Tayce promises she won’t, although in retrospect she probably should’ve asked what it was first. The way Lawrence is acting is intriguing, though. It makes Tayce think it’s something about herself if it’s something she doesn’t want the others to know so badly.

“Christ, this is so cringe,” Lawrence groans, dropping her head forward and resting it in her hands. Tayce can still see the pink flush that’s started to dust her face, and by now she’s convinced that this has nothing to do with A’whora and everything to do with Lawrence herself.

Lawrence mutters out something incoherent into her hands. Tayce frowns, humoured. “What?”

A huge huff comes from the girl on the sofa beside her, and as she removes her hands from the front of her face she sticks them to the side of it like blinkers on a horse. It’s the quietest Tayce has ever heard Lawrence speak as she says the secret again. “I’ve got a crush on Ellie.”

Tayce’s face lights up at her friend’s confession. “Do you actually?”

“Christ, don’t make me say it twice. I’ll get struck down.”

Tayce leans into Lawrence, uses both her hands to lightly poke her in the arm. “Look at you! Being cute and having feelings!”

“It’s not, though! It’s not cute at all! It’s just sad!” Lawrence rolls her eyes, shaking her head at the same time. “Because she doesn’t…she’ll never see me like that, and she’s too busy making cow-eyes at Tia all the time anyway, so. It’s pointless, I don’t even know why I’m even hoping for something to happen.”

“Hey, listen! How long do you think Ellie’s gonna be able to keep moaning about Tia when she’s still seeing Veronica? I mean there’s only one way that relationship is going, the only ‘end’ there is in ‘girlfriend’. So Ellie’s gonna have to get over it eventually!” Tayce says supportively, shaking Lawrence’s arm to gee her up. Lawrence bats her away, though, giving another sigh.

“Tayce, it’s not exactly like she’s gonnae suddenly realise that I’ve been here all along! Like some fuckin’ chick flick. I’ve fancied her for years,” Lawrence explains. The information knocks Tayce for six, but when she thinks about it it makes sense- the way Lawrence gently bullies her so much, the way she gravitates towards her all the time, the way she gets quiet if Ellie starts moping about Tia. Tayce had never thought about it in that light before.

Lawrence hugs her knees to her chest as she continues. “Realised I liked her the last time we were at the caravan. And obviously we were at opposite sides of the country but like…I’d still meet up with her in Summer, get the train to Dundee and have sleepovers and all that shite. And when she came into the kitchen on that first day I was so happy she was gonnae be living with us, and I am still happy, because obviously she’s my friend? But like…it’s just shite to know that she’ll never like me back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Ellie’s type is obviously tall, dark and skinny. Which…” Lawrence gestures at herself with a deprecative laugh. “…how can I be any of that?”

“Right, for a start! Stop thinking about what you’re not and start thinking about what you are,” Tayce says firmly, gripping her hand tightly.

Lawrence rolls her eyes and fixes her with a pointed stare. “Oh, like what? I’m beautiful on the inside! I know I’m the fat funny friend, Tayce, you can spare me the bullshit.”

“Well…you’re fat, and so fucking what of it? Doesn’t mean you aren’t drop-dead-fuckin’ gorgeous. Being fat and being beautiful aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“Very easy for you to say, sat there wearing size eights. Tell that to literally any piece of media we consume. Or any of my brain cells. Even if there are only about ten of them,” Lawrence sighs, then pauses. “I do like the way I look, and I don’t want to change anything about myself. It’s just…several things make that very hard almost all of the time, and it’s tiring to feel like you’re constantly fighting a losing battle. And it’s not like I’m pinning all my self-worth on a girl liking me back, but just…it would be nice to be the one that someone has a crush on for a change, if that makes sense?”

Before Tayce can say anything to affirm how Lawrence is feeling, a movement from down the hall makes her flinch and point at Tayce accusingly. “Not a fucking word, right? Least of all to A’whora, if she knows then I might as well just tell Ellie myself and like fuck is that happening.”

Tayce nods rapidly in a promise as A’whora and Bimini emerge from the hall comedically draped in materials, like a child’s attempt at a dress made out of knitting and featherdown quilts. They all set about arranging everything to make their setup as comfy as possible, and as the film gets loaded up they get comfortable in their respective positions. Lawrence is at one end of the sofa, with Tayce in the middle and A’whora at her side, while Bimini sits on the floor with their back to the sofa because they’re quite happy sitting there with enough cushions and pillows. The big lights are turned off, the film begins, and the room is filled with the soft glow of the fairy lights and the hazy light from the movie and all Tayce can think about is A’whora, warm and soft and squashed up beside her sharing the blanket.  

Tayce feels silly for being so disappointed. This was what she’d wanted- they’d talked about it. They’d addressed the fact that the kiss had happened, and now they were just…moving forward. Not making things awkward. Because obviously to A’whora, the fact it’s happened has made things awkward.

And that shouldn’t hurt Tayce as much as it does.

It’s hard to dwell on things for long, though, when she has block four flat ten’s very own Ant and Dec in her living room. Lawrence and Bimini keep her and A’whora giggling pretty much from the film’s first scene, and they all fall about screech-laughing when Bimini forces them to pause it on a shot of Liam Neeson’s hall in which there’s a horrific blob of a child’s painting on the wall that looks so cursed they just had to point it out.

It’s probably because Lawrence and Bimini are distracting her that Tayce doesn’t initially notice A’whora leaning into her at first until she’s pressed up against Tayce’s side. This isn’t anything out of the ordinary. They’ve always sat close before, but this time things feel different. This time it feels as if there’s little sparks of electricity between them, metaphorical manifestations of the anticipation Tayce feels of something she’s yearning to happen.    

So when A’whora bumps her knuckles against Tayce’s, brings her hand over hers and laces their fingers together, Tayce feels as if she’s suddenly evolved into some ridiculous cartoon character; she can practically feel her eyes bulge out of their sockets in shock and she has to stop her jaw from dropping onto the floor. If her heart could comedically fly out of its chest it would. Tayce keeps her gaze steady and focused on the film, blocking out her peripheral vision and not even turning to see if A’whora’s looking at her too. Because if she is it would make everything ten times worse (better?) than it currently is, and Tayce’s head is already in a spin. They’ve held hands before. It’s not like this is different.

But it is. Before they hadn’t kissed. Before A’whora hadn’t told Tayce she wanted to sleep with her. Before all of Tayce’s feelings for her friend were cooped up into neat little boxes in her mind that were so full they were close to bursting, but now they have and now it’s After and so holding A’whora’s hand has gone from usual to extraordinary, routine to electric.  

Tayce hopes A’whora can’t feel the way her pulse is racing because that’ll definitely let her know something is up.

She’s suddenly startled out of her overthinking by a tut of disapproval from Lawrence. “How many fuckin’ couples are in this film and there’s not one single lesbian?”  

“Lesbians didn’t exist in 2003, remember?” Bimini deadpans, causing A’whora to giggle.

“Yeah, lesbians were invented in 2013 when Orange is the New Black aired.”

“Nah! When did Sugar Rush come out? Mind that programme on Channel 4? I remember watching that through a crack in the living room door when my parents thought I’d gone to bed,” Lawrence recounds excitedly, her enthusiasm at remembering her lesbian awakening making Tayce laugh and relate at the same time.

“For me it was Sophie and Sian. Remember on Coronation Street? They were my first lesbians.”

“At least you all got representation at some stage. If I wanted to see another pan I’d have to watch fuckin’…Kitchen Nightmares,” Bimini rolls their eyes, their joke making the girls howl with laughter and let out cries of consolation.

And then A’whora squeezes Tayce’s hand under the blanket.

Tayce thinks only for a second before squeezing it back, and subsequently doesn’t think before turning and looking at her friend beside her. A’whora shoots her a little smile that if Tayce didn’t know better she’d say was innocent, but the twinkle in her eye and the way she shuffles herself to lean closer against her and tuck her other hand into the crook of Tayce’s elbow makes her heart give a judder like she’s been crashed into from behind.

She supposes it’s only awkward if she makes things awkward, just like A’whora said. So when Tayce gently strokes A’whora’s hand with her thumb, it’s only to illustrate to A’whora that things aren’t weird between them. It’s not to see how the other girl is going to react to that at all. It’s not because being affectionate with A’whora just feels correct and perfect, the easiest thing in the world.

Tayce is holding her breath waiting for A’whora to do something else. Something to raise her hopes, something to show her that maybe she does want something to happen between them again. She wants the film to go on forever and give them infinite time in this no-man’s-land of comfortable tension, because when it ends she knows A’whora will probably just get up from under the blanket and slip away as if everything is back to normal.

When A’whora lets go of her hand, Tayce feels her hopes drop into the pit of her stomach, a rollercoaster coming to a dead stop. The ride is over.

But a second later she wraps her arm around Tayce’s waist, squeezes her close in a hug, and the ride begins all over again. Tayce’s heart rate spikes as she shifts a little, getting comfortable before bringing her arm around A’whora’s middle too and holding her right back.

It’s then that Lawrence’s voice makes Tayce snap her head away from the film, her glazed-over eyes having to focus on her friend who’s regarding her with a raised eyebrow. “Fuck’s going on under that blanket? You two fingering each other?”  

Bimini snaps their head up and yells as Tayce tries to conceal the wave of panic that hits her, rolls her eyes and shakes her head and tells Lawrence that she needs to get her mind out the gutter. She’s sure that being called out will make A’whora flinch away, a woodland animal startled by a twig breaking, but she just giggles and buries her face into Tayce’s side all bashful.

God, Tayce wants to kiss her so much.

The film reaches the scene where Emma Thompson cries in her bedroom to Joni Mitchell, and the sniffing from the floor indicates she’s not the only one.

“Bimini! You said you hated this film!” Tayce laughs, nudging her friend with her foot.

“Yeah, but anyone who doesn’t cry at this scene is a hard-hearted bastard,” they reply, voice thick with emotion.

“Aww, BonBon. It’s okay, I’ve got a little tear as well,” A’whora murmurs from Tayce’s side. She huffs a sigh. “I can’t even believe anyone would fall for that pencil-skirt-wearing cow. I mean, she fucking manspreads and that’s supposed to be some sort of sexy come-on?”

“Aw, and like you could do any better?! We’ve all seen you trying to flirt, it’s embarrassing!” Lawrence cries in outrage.

Tayce is reminded of nights out earlier in the year when A’whora would talk to girls at bars and Tayce would always feel this inexplicable burn in her chest in response. She remembers the unfounded relief when A’whora would come back home to the flat with the rest of them, one-night-stand missions failed, and the churn in her stomach the times when she’d leave with a girl she didn’t know and sneak back into the flat at nine in the morning, ready to tell the others about her exploits from the night before which Tayce never wanted to hear.

She’s really fancied A’whora for a long time, now she thinks about it.

“I could so do better!” A’whora complains, and Tayce isn’t looking at her but she just knows she’s pouting.

Lawrence chuckles, tilting her head in amusement. “Go on then! What would your plan of action be, Miss fuckin’ Womaniser?”

There’s a pause before A’whora says, “Well I’d probably wait until we were both drunk on a night out, do tequila shots with them, drape myself over them, kiss them, then get them to take me back home.”

Tayce thinks she deserves an Oscar for the way she refuses to outwardly react to the way A’whora has essentially just described their kiss from that night out. Inside, however, it’s a different story. She’s not sure it’s possible for her heart to go any faster, and every cell of her body seems to buzz. She can barely hear Lawrence and Bimini laughing in response to A’whora’s comment for the way her blood’s roaring in her ears. Once the others stop paying attention and go back to watching the film, it’s only then that Tayce turns her head, raises one unimpressed eyebrow at A’whora who’s looking up at her with a scheming smirk on her face and a glint in her eye.

And right as she’s looking at her, A’whora closes her eyes and plants a kiss against Tayce’s arm then goes back to watching the movie as if nothing ever happened.

It’s at that point that Tayce feels her mouth dry up, feels something coil tight inside her and a throb between her legs. Something is going to happen the moment the pair of them are alone, she can feel it. There’s no way it can’t. In stark contrast to earlier, Tayce now wills the film to end sooner rather than later.

And it does. Finally. The credits roll, the Beach Boys are playing, and Lawrence slaps her thighs. “Well, that was a heap of shite!”

“I’ve still not forgiven Alan Rickman. God love the dead old bastard,” Bimini shrugs, heaves themself up off the floor and slides their phone out of their back pocket, scrolling busily. “Oh, Ellie’s asking if we wanna come join her an’ Anne for drinks. Apparently they’re in some boujie cocktail bar in town spending all their student loan and need responsible adults to stop them.”

“Why the hell are they asking us then?” Tayce quips, the giggle it elicits from A’whora sending a shockwave down her spine.

“I’m down to go meet them both. I’m already tipsy, might as well go the whole hog and get rat-arsed,” Lawrence says decisively, leaping up from the sofa and fixing Tayce and A’whora with an inquisitive glance. “You two coming?”

Tayce lets go of A’whora’s waist and stretches to make a point. “Nah, babe, I can’t. Got this essay due on Wednesday I’ve not started.”

Bimini snorts. “Yeah, I forgot. You’re dead on it and organised, in’t ya?”

Tayce pulls a face at them while Lawrence asks A’whora.

“Mmph. Think I need a nap before I even think about drinking any more, hun.”

Lawrence eyes them both suspiciously and appears to be about to say something else before Bimini tugs on her arm and distracts her. “C’mon then, let’s leave these two to be boring. Have fun, losers!”

Goodbyes are exchanged between them and Lawrence and Bimini finally leave, the fire door to the kitchen swinging shut and leaving the warm glow of the fairy lights, the blanket, the sofa, and A’whora gazing at her with that shit-eating smirk on her face again.

So Tayce wastes no time in bringing a hand up to her jaw, leaning down and kissing her, and judging by the way that A’whora melts into her and lets out a little happy sigh of satisfaction she’s been waiting for it just as much as Tayce has. They fall together like it’s easy, as if both of the times they’ve done this before have been all the practise they need. A’whora brings her hand to rest against Tayce’s cheek as if she’s trying to somehow pull her closer than she already is, and her neediness makes Tayce giggle against her lips. In turn it sets A’whora off, and when she pulls away their faces are still close and there’s little smiles on each of them.

“What’s so funny, you little bitch?” A’whora smirks, her barbed words cushioned by the way she’s wriggling onto Tayce’s lap and bringing her arms up to circle around her neck just like she did the first time in the club.

“Just you’re kind of giving me mixed signals here, baby. Saying you don’t want things to be awkward and then moving to me the entire film,” Tayce mutters, keeping a playful smile on her face despite the fact her words hold entirely too much truth.

It clearly takes the wind out of A’whora’s sails because she casts her gaze down, pauses before speaking and looking at Tayce from under her lashes. “I didn’t mean that, I just meant…I want us to be able to do stuff and not have it be awkward afterwards.”

Oh.

This is a game changer. So A’whora doesn’t regret anything. She doesn’t want them to go back to the way things were- well no, she does, just with an extra little bit of something more added in. She wants the friendship they have but she also clearly wants Tayce like she wants her back, and the realisation makes Tayce squeeze her thighs together, anticipation now so high she feels scared for her blood pressure.

Tayce tries not to let her realisation show on her face. Instead she looks at A’whora with interest, raises an eyebrow at her in amusement. “What’s ‘stuff’, then?”

“Well, just like…if we’re both horny and in the same flat then it saves us having to swipe Tinder for hours on end only to find a girl with a boyfriend who’s looking to ‘experiment’ and never found another girl’s clit in her life, doesn’t it?” A’whora shrugs blithely despite the blush that’s hit her cheeks, her turn of phrase making Tayce bite back a smile. “Whereas I’ve been told I’m quite good at that.”

The twinkle is back in A’whora’s eye again and the combination of that, her smirk and her words make Tayce’s stomach do a somersault. She can’t let it show, though, can’t let A’whora see her crack so she blinks to maintain her composure, tilts her head with mock-curiosity. “Have you now.”

“Yeah. Could show you if you wanted,” A’whora grins brazenly back at her, shifting a little in Tayce’s lap and sending her into orbit. “Plus I can’t remember if I put on matching underwear this morning, so…you should come help me check.”

Tayce breaks the stalemate to throw her head back in a laugh. “Jesus Christ, Lawrence was right. You actually can’t flirt to save yourself.”

She watches A’whora’s face drop into a pout and instantly feels as if she’s kicked a puppy, so Tayce brings one of her hands up to rest on top of her thigh and gives it a squeeze. “Says a lot for how fit you are that it’s still working though, doesn’t it?”

The pout cracks into a scheming smile, and Tayce matches it before A’whora leans in and kisses it off her face. It’s more heated this time, that little undercurrent of intensity as Tayce runs her tongue over A’whora’s and hears her whimper against her lips. As A’whora pushes her fingers into Tayce’s hair Tayce lets her hands drift around to the small of her back, and the way A’whora keeps shifting needily in her lap only makes Tayce want her more, which she didn’t think was even possible.

“We’ve got a free flat, you know,” A’whora mutters in between little kisses, her voice low as she whispers against her lips.

“Probably a good thing. You couldn’t be quiet if your life depended on it,” Tayce teases, running her fingers over the waistband of A’whora’s sweatpants in an attempt to try and convey how much she needs her.

“Oh, you have no idea, babe,” A’whora smirks before pulling away, ripping her top out from where it’s tucked into her waistband and tugging it off, barely even giving Tayce a chance to react. She’s left in a little black bralet with Playboy logos along a white band at the hem, and Tayce feels her mouth go dry.

She’s really, really hoping A’whora put on matching underwear this morning.

But she’s still taken aback because after all- they’re in the middle of their living room, and any of the others could walk in at any given moment- so she can’t help the way her mouth drops open and the way she lets out a little shocked giggle. “A’whora!”

“What?!” A’whora smiles smugly back at her, clearly glad she’s got the reaction she wanted.

“We’re not shagging on this couch, are you insane?! It’s rotten! Kim Woodburn would have a fit if she saw it!”

“Oh, so we are going to shag?” A’whora regards her with one cocked eyebrow, and Tayce can’t help but mirror it. There’s a pause before she gives a small huff of mock-resignation, sealing their fate.

“God. We’re really doing the whole friends with benefits cliché, then?”

A’whora smirks affectionately at her. “Only awkward if we make it awkward.”

She holds out her pinkie between them and Tayce takes it with a resigned laugh, the childish nature of their promise contrasting deeply with the whole situation.

“C’mon then, bestie, lead the way.”

And as A’whora scrambles excitedly off her lap and Tayce takes the opportunity to smack her ass playfully, she feels her heart soar and her head grow light at the thought of being able to do everything she’s been thinking about doing for over a month with one of her best friends in the world.

She wonders why everyone seems to say that a friends with benefits situation isn’t a good idea. This is already the best decision she’s made in years.

[atinydise]

Stupid bet (Part 2)

❦ Genre: Angst.

❦ Pairing: Wooyoung.

❦ Word count: 5k8.

❦ Masterlist.

Part 1 / Part 3

You opened your apartment door lazily. You got a long and exhausting day. You threw your keys on the small coffee table and sat heavily on your couch. You sighed; the atmosphere of your apartment was dark and depressive. Only the moonlight through the window was illuminating the room. Hardly, you stood up to grab something to drink, when your phone rang on your pocket. You stared at the screen. Wooyoung was calling you, again, like every day, at the same hour or a bit later if he was promoting. His contact pic remembered you the good moments you had in this short time of relationship. But you would have never got these types of cute picture without this bet. At this thought, you turned down your phone, screen facing the counter, still buzzing.

You sipped the sparkling water you got and sighed again. Why couldn’t he stop calling you? You were more than clear the last time you saw him in the practice room. It was a breakup and not just a break for few days. You started to get lost in your thoughts again. Your body was physically there on this dark and empty apartment, but your mind was imagining you everywhere with Wooyoung. You remembered him almost jumping on you, making shake the couch. You would scold him, telling that this couch was expensive. He would simply giggle at you and tickle you till the serious expression on your face disappear and was replaced by a wide smile added by the loudest laugh he never heard before. You shook your head to forget these moments you shared but you accidentally stared at the microwave next to you. “Y/N! Look the popcorn is popping!” You rushed next to him, staring at the microwave’s interior intensely. “Wow! It’s already looks so tasty!” “They won’t last long,” said Wooyoung, saliva almost dripping of his mouth. You chuckled, “we need to find a good movie to eat these delicious popcorns!” Wooyoung hummed. He was about to say something when the corn started to pop crazily in the microwave. “Huh- Wooyoung is this normal?” He gulped, “don’t think so...” The amount of popcorn dropped of the bowl to jump inside the microwave. “How much corn did you put?!” you started to freak out. “Too much I think!” he said, pushing the button ‘STOP’ a thousand time to reduce the mess. When finally, all the “pop” stopped, the entire room remain quiet. After few long seconds, both of you laughed crazily. Wooyoung fell on the floor while you tried to gain back your balance from laughing. “We almost died because of a bowl of popcorn,” he laughed, wiping his tears away. You sipped again, refocusing back on your loneliness. You put down your glass in the sink. You needed to admit that your life without him was not the same. The little source of warmness on your heart was no more. It was vanished when you learned the truth about his bet. At first, you tried to calm down and think about his issue every time you could. Was it really a big deal? Do you really needed to break up with him for that? Could you forgive him or even the whole group? Was this bet really important even if without it you would never had met Wooyoung? “Without…it,” you repeated slowly. You were not Wooyoung’s type of girl and he didn’t even notice you in this restaurant. You took a deep breath and left the kitchen to your bathroom. You grabbed your pajama and did your skincare routine. 

While you applied your hydrating cream, you stared at the shower on the mirror reflection. “Wooyoung hurry up!” you yelled at him, on the other side of the curtain. Your boyfriend was taking too long on the shower. “I’m not done yet!”, he replied. “Even if we are late, they are going to wait for us, down worry!” Not happy with this answer, you turned on the hot water on the sink. Instantly, you heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched scream. “Y/N! Are you crazy?! This is so cold!” he said exiting the shower quickly. You giggled evilly and slapped his naked butt, “finally you are done, thank you.” Until you left, he yelled how crazy you were. But at least, you were in time. You looked at your reflection on the mirror. You were surprised to see a tear sliding on your cheek. You wiped it instantly and applied correctly the cream on your face. You cried too much these days, so you made yourself a promise to not bust in tears again. You were stronger than that. Just before going to your bed, you grabbed your phone on the kitchen’s counter. The screen turned on and you saw that you got a voicemail from Wooyoung. You hesitated to listen it, but your brain wouldn’t work properly if you just delete it and act like nothing happened. And at least, you would know if everything’s okay for him. You shakily pressed the speaker on, when Wooyoung’s voice resounded on the quiet room.

“Y/N? Hi, it’s me Wooyoung.” He paused, “yes I think that you know already…” You missed his voice a lot. So much that you didn’t want the voicemail to end. “I think that you’re going to delete this before even listening me, but I will keep going. As I said in my thousands of text messages or all the DMs on social media, I’m really sorry.” He paused again,“ you could guess that he was emotional or on verge to cry. “This bet was the stupid thing I ever did. I had not any intention to harm or hurt you in any kind of way. I was just not thinking about the consequences of my act. But one part of me doesn’t want to apologize to you because this bet helped me to meet and date you.” You covered your mouth to choke your sobs. “Okay I didn’t notice you alone, reading your book in the restaurant this day… but thanks to this bet I would have never got your number and text you all night long from the first day. We would have never talked our dreams or our favorite food. Without this bet we would never have our first date or first kiss at this playground.” You smiled at this comment, you were surprised to see that he remembered a minimal detail. “There’s so many other things that I would have never did with you without this stupid bet.” He sobbed. You felt your heart clench on your chest. This pain was oppressing. You slid down against the counter, crying with Wooyoung through the voicemail. “I know that you don’t want to talk to me ever again but please give me another chance to prove how much you count for me. How much I love you and how much I need you.” His voice cracked before to bust in tears. He tried to add something, but it was probably too hard for him. “Wooyoung-ah… you should hang up and rest now,” you heard San’s voice, comforting his friend, sadly. “But I need her to know…” he cried. After a long silence, broken by Wooyoung’s sobs, the voicemail stopped. Desperately, your phone slid slowly off your hand to fell on the floor. You cupped your face in your hands. Why you couldn’t forgive him? What was wrong with you? Why it’s a big deal for you? Why you were not running to the dorm to see him and confess your feelings for him instead of crying alone here? A part of you knew why. Only because this stupid bet made you insecure. All these memories you had seemed fake now. You were doubting about his feelings and even yours. The trust you had for your ex-boyfriend before disappeared. This stupid bet destroyed you and nothing would be the same with Wooyoung.

Part 1 / Part 3

[honeytama]

Earned It

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi) X Fem!Villian!Reader

A/N: An AU fic where the LoV has a safe, mansion-like hideout where they can chill and watch movies! It’s the best! Also, I couldn’t decide whether to stick with the “Spinner has two cocks” hc or not, but I ended up writing how I felt. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’m truly sorry in advance <3 I’m still learning. Enjoy!

Summary: Spinner and yourself get left alone in the hideout for a day. After watching him work out vigorously, you end up realizing how much you want to help him relax his body in the best way possible.

Warnings: Smut (18+), cussing, thigh riding, unofficial friends-with-benefits, praise kink, body worship kink, and two dicks hc 

Word Count: 5.1k

The wood floor sends chills up your legs as you move down the stair steps of the quiet mansion. It’s early in the morning, and you knew not one of your friends would voluntarily choose to be awake yet. Through the large living room windows, you could finally see the sun come up over the horizon. 

Walking into the kitchen, you spot a piece of paper placed on the bar counter. “Be back tomorrow night,” it reads. There’s a heart scrawled in red pen next to the words. Probably from Toga wanting to be in on the message.

“Ohh, I guess they’re up…,” you yawn. The house starts to feel even more empty than before. All of your friends have gone to do criminal activities together. However, it feels nice to know that you don't have to make breakfast for Shigaraki this morning. Dude never knows what he wants to eat.

You decide to make a serving of eggs for yourself, and you toss a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster as the stove heats up the pan. While cooking the eggs, your head pops up at the sound of floor boards moving above you. Then, you hear a light clacking on the hardwood. It’s moving closer to the stairs behind you. The noise sends goosebumps up to your neck as you turn off the stove burner and quickly arm yourself with a kitchen knife. You move your legs at the same pace as the person coming down the stairs; the knife held above your head being gripped tightly by your fists. You hold your breath as they take one more step down towards you. And without thinking, your body lunges forward to assault the intruder.

“Ahhh!!” You yell out. Spinner thrusts his hand out to grab your forearm as the sharp blade comes towards his face at a surprising speed. The movement and strength of his entire body cause you to fumble backward until your back is against the stair wall. With his hand on your forearm still, he squeezes hard until your armed hand involuntarily drops the knife to the ground. You’re stuck, pressed against the wall, while Spinner holds your arms above your head. 

“Shuichi, fuck—” You gasp. Both of your chests rising and falling quickly against one another.

Shuichi’s eyes widen at the sight of your eyebrows knitted together, mouth in an ‘o’ shape. “Oh my, shit, I’m so sorry,” he blushes. He lets go of your arms like they had been burning the scales off his palms. “Just what the hell were you trying to do?” He asks squatting down to pick up the knife from the floor. There’s an indent in the wood where the blade came in contact with it. With the knife now in his hand, it starts to swing around your face as he lectures you about proper knife holding technique. Your mind feels fuzzy as you try to focus back on Spinner’s voice. Rubbing the pain away from your arm, your cheeks heat up at the thought of his unusual handling of you. These thoughts are interrupted when he starts to walk away to the kitchen. “From now on, please leave the knife handling to me… or Toga. Really,” he says back at you.

“I’m fine, I think,” you mutter, “Geez, I really thought you were someone else. The others are away until tomorrow.” Following him back to the kitchen, you walk to the stove to put your fried eggs on a plate. Embarrassed, you attempt to change the conversation. “Could you hang with me today?” You blurt out. “I mean, you probably have plans, but the TV has streaming services that I’ve always wanted to try. Maybe, we could choose something together later?” You ask.

His head whips around from grabbing your pieces of toast, and walks to put them on your place with a giant smile. “Oh, uh, yeah sure! Sounds fun!” He bellows. “I plan to train out in the backyard for a bit today. So, once I’m done I’ll let you know. We can make popcorn and everything.”

—-

An hour passed since you and Spinner had eaten breakfast together. He’s currently coming back down the stairs from changing out of his pajamas. You watch him walk to the back door in a gray short sleeve, black running shorts, and an old pair of Shigaraki’s red sneakers. It warmed your heart to see him so comfortable. The League finally had some luck in finding a nice, secluded hideout even though money was still tight. You couldn’t wait to relax with your friend later on the couch to explore a world neither had ever experienced. Shigaraki’s Netflix account.

You grab the remote to log in to the profile named, “Tomura.” Pressing the down button repeatedly, you scroll down through the numerous genre pages with tons of movies and TV shows lined up for you and your friends to indulge in. It excites you to have new things to enjoy. It could possibly take the edge off of everyone living in the house. You save your most favorite movie choices in a List; they’re all titles you had seen on billboards and posters in the city as you travelled as fugitives.

Done with sitting with the excitement alone, you get up from the living room couch to walk across the house to the backyard. The sun was fully out and warming your cheeks as you approached the large arched window facing the green lawn. You had planned to leave the house to meet Shuichi out in the grass, but what you saw was enough to stop you in your tracks.

Spinner duel wields swords, one in each hand. You've always admired his assertion and confidence while fighting, even though you didn’t get too much of it off of the battlefield. You hoped he hadn’t caught you approaching the window as you continue to watch him swing and jab at the air. Your eyes were attached to his concentrated expression and the clanking sounds of his sword coming together as he crosses his arms. He looks so dangerous from afar. This made you laugh internally as it was starkly different than the way he actually made you feel. You flashback to earlier that morning when Shuichi had subdued you in a matter of seconds. It sent a shiver down your spine then, and now, as you eye your friend across the yard. This reflection makes you want to treat him in some other way. Though, you didn’t know how.

You get pulled out of your thoughts as your eyes spot a gleam of light swaying back and forth. You focus back on your friend again, and realize he is waving a sword at you with a smirk on his face. You blush hard and decide to wave back. It’s too late to try to hide.

“How long have you been standing there, huh?“ His voice becomes less and less muffled as he jogs through the yard to the glass between you two. 

“I-I just wanted to tell you about the movies I found,” you say loudly while putting your hand to your heated cheek. His smug reaction surprised you. He probably still had some courageous energy from just coming off of his workout. You start to laugh nervously as he pushes open the door with one hand — both blade handles being held in his other. “You looked like you were in your element,” you smiled widely and a blush still grazes your nose.

“Aw, oh, haha thanks! Even though we’re safe right now in the place,” he pauses to look up at the high ceiling and back out at the clean lawn, “I need to keep up with training. And maybe you should too, huh, bud? I was able to pin you so easily earlier, haha! You usually don’t give in so quickly.” I just want you to be safe in case someone actually dares to mess with you for real… Even though I wouldn’t want to leave her side, anyway. What am I thinking? Stop it, Shuichi, dammit. He clears his throat, “I’m gonna go shower and change. Once I come back down, I'm all yours!” He steps out of his shoes to carry them to the mudroom, along with both of his swords. You leave your place by the window to go to the kitchen to microwave popcorn and grab a soda for the two of you while Spinner runs up the stairs to get ready.

—-

“Let’s go! I’m so ready, Y/N!” You look up from your phone to hear your friend bounding down the stairs. He’s back in the living room wearing his usual comfort outfit. A gray sweatshirt and jeans… and of course, a Stain mask across his eyes. He hops over the couch back to get comfortable next to you. You already have your favorite fluffy blanket laying on your lap; your toes peeking through at the end of it as your legs are propped up on the coffee table. Spinner laughs and blushes when he sees you kicking your feet in excitement as you smile up at him.

“Ok, so I chose Avengers, I hope that’s alright? We’ve never seen it before, so I figured—,” you gauge his reaction before handing him the remote to let him explore the way you did.

He takes the remote and presses play. “Hell yeah, an action movie, huh. This one’s about those fictional hero guys, right? I’m excited to see what the villains are like.” He tilts his head to the side.

As you settled deeper into the couch, you felt a tug at the blanket on your lap. Spinner was pulling it slowly into his own, moving in a bit closer next to your side as he did so. The surprising act gave you a lump in your throat, you grabbed some popcorn from the bowl to push the feeling away.

As you watch the movie with Spinner, you couldn’t help but catch glances at him next to you. His eyes were held at attention on the screen, so you took the chance to watch his happiness like earlier. His muscular arm next to you brushed against yours a couple times when he tensed at a suspenseful scene; the sudden movements caused you to wait in anticipation to see if he would finally make a move. He bounced the leg touching your own as he waited for new characters to make their entrances. All of these movements, including the grunts that fell from his lips during training, had stirred up your insides for far too long. You really need some relief.

Deciding to take a chance with your feelings, you lift your hand from your side and place it on top of his shaking thigh. Spinner immediately stops bouncing his leg. The stimulation of it rubbing against your own was gone; only the slight numbness of your exposed leg remained. You move forward with your choice as he didn’t complain from your touch. You start to rub small circles into his jeans with your thumb, testing the waters even more now. 

Shuichi slowly looks down at the blanket covering his thigh to imagine the placement of your own hand on him. Touching him. His breath hitches in his throat as you begin the drag your hand upwards towards his inner thigh, and then back down. Closing his eyes, he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in tighter. He hopes you were doing this on purpose— your hand teasing him to the greatest degree… hoping to get close enough to press your palm into the space between his legs. Oh, shit. 

While trying to regulate your breathing, you squeezed the inside of Spinner's thigh lightly. Even this touch gets him to throw his head back and gasp. You finally get brave enough to look up, and you see him squirming from your touch. You lock eyes for a second before he turns away, blushing.

“Oh, god, uh Y/N, I’m so sorry! You probably didn’t mean for it to feel like that… I mean, for it to mean that, huh?” He apologizes repeatedly and removes his arm from your shoulder to cover his face with both his palms. Still, your hand is holding onto his thigh, now a calming gesture.

“Spinner, no no, I should be apologizing, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I did mean it that way, but I’ll stop,” you admit as you pull your hand away. “Are you still fine to watch the movie—“

Removing his hands from his pink face, he locks eyes with you again. “We can leave the movie on,” Shuichi breathes in deeply before reaching across your shoulders again and stopping to put his scaled hand on the back of your neck. “I wanted it to mean it in that way, Y/N. So, don’t— don’t stop! Ok?” He let his toothy smile return to his face this time. You shyly smile back and lean into him with your hand on his cheek. Both of your faces meet when the tip of his snout taps your nose for confirmation.

“Please, just kiss me already,” you whisper.

Without a second passing, the hand on your neck is pulling you into him as your lips lock onto his. Spinner opens his eyes mid-kiss, daring himself to accept that you're doing this with him. The hand on his cheek moves quickly towards his chest. Pushing Spinner backward to the sofa pillows, you lift your legs to straddle his lap. The blanket is already forgotten on the ground as your lips continue to move together. Damn, he was so good at this, but you still could feel the tightness in his chest. It was time to take the lead to treat him to something he deserved.

“Mhm,” he groans in response to your quick actions. Your arms are thrown around his neck now as you sit in his lap. It felt as if you were floating, yet you try your hardest to stay in the moment with him. You could already feel the heat transferring back and forth from your attached bodies. His thighs supporting your ass, the nape of his neck giving post to the wandering hands in his hair. Spinner allows himself to slouch a bit into the cushion, hoping to bring your center into his bulge. You took this as permission to pull away from his lips and wiggle your hips to ease the tension.

“You look so good, Shuichi,” you set your hands on his shoulders, kneading into them. This earns a deep groan from his throat. He was probably sore from working his body earlier. You continue to knead and press into him as you move your lips to his neck. “Let me please you. I want to show,” you kiss him once, “just how appreciative I am of you.” You open your mouth to kiss his neck again, and again until his hands have found your hips to pull you down onto his hard-on. You nip his neck at the sudden pressure on your core. “You deserve this, Shuichi. Will you be good for me?” You say before sucking his neck as you grind into him. “Indulge me?” All the while he’s whimpering and nodding to the rhythm of your words and moves. You leave his lap and settle yourself to a kneeling position on the floor. The sweetheart pulls a pillow from behind him and hands it to you.

“Use this if you’re gonna do that, sweetie,” he breathes out. You innocently look up at him, even though the new pet name makes your knees weak. You want to jump his bones already.

You get comfortable on the pillow and help spread his knees apart so that you can get closer. With your hands on his knees, you push your palms up towards his bulge, finally. You lift the bottom of his sweatshirt to get to his pant’s button and fly. Taking your time, you look into his eyes as you pull the zipper down. You could already see the top of his boxer briefs — which does little to hide how excited he was for this. Spinner helps you pull his jeans and briefs off the rest of the way, eagerly throwing them to the side as you’re left kneeling in front of him to ogle. He then sits back to wait for your next move. 

“I like being on the same page as my partner.” You say before lifting your shift over your head and throwing it to his clothing pile. It was a day off for Spinner and you both, so wearing anything restricting underneath your shirt wasn’t an option. You watch his eyes fall to your chest. A sight he’s always dreamt of, but hasn’t gotten to experience until now. You could tell he wasn’t disappointed at looking at your body in front of him due to his cocks twitching and already beading precum. The view motivates you to lean into him to grab one in each hand. Both of your fists side by side, you bite your lip as you begin pumping each one slowly. 

“You're not, ohh damn, scared, huh?” He moans out.

“Of you?” You continue to pump him idly as you speak. “Almost never. You make us all feel so safe. But..,.” you pause to give each dick small licks to their leaking tips. “You looked so dangerous out there using your blades earlier. I couldn’t help myself to tame you,” you tease.

“Oh!” He groans in pleasure as he tosses his head to rest on the cushion behind him. “Use your mouth some more… please.”

“Of course, handsome.” Obliging his request, you slowly dip your head onto one of his cocks, using your tongue to wet every inch that you could. The taste of his precum hit your pallet and is surprisingly sweet. The feeling of having your friend’s length invade your mouth is euphoric; it felt as if it wasn’t meant to happen but you both want it so bad. You knew the both of you would get an earful if ever your other comrades found out. Pushing away from the thought, you clench your eyelids to prepare to take Spinner in deeper.

You stop the movement of your left hand and focus on the muscles of your throat. Willing Shuichi to stay still as you work, you place a hand on his abs to press him into the cushion. You had never been able to feel the firmness of his body like this before. You bob your head easily on his cock, controlling your tongue as much as possible when coming up to his tip after each round. Feeling a hand on the crown of your head, you look up from under your lashes to watch Spinner’s face twist. His teeth clenched together tightly.

Pulling off of him with a soft popping noise, you shyly ask, “Shuichi, could you take your sweatshirt off for me?”

Spinner’s eyes widen at the request. He almost prefers to keep it on; to hide the rest of his body from your dark eyes. However, the look and attention you give him makes him feel wanted. “Yeah-ah, here,” he slowly pulls away the gray sweatshirt you had watched him tug on all throughout the movie. Which was long forgotten, by the way. Now, the only things left covering his skin are bandages running up his forearms and that mask.

“I love how hot your body is, Shuichi,” you move your hands to his abdomen, rubbing up and down his abs and then up towards his chest. The texture of his scales on your fingertips gave you goosebumps. Each groove teasing your center with possible pleasure. “I hope that after this… Maybe I’ll be able to see your body more often,” you move your hand back downwards to brush your thumb over his tip teasingly. His body flinches at the sudden alleviation. You smile up at him before getting up off your knees. Spinner takes your hand to help balance you, oblivious to your next maneuver.

Getting up off of the floor, you realize how the sexual tension from the past hour has affected your body. Slick slowly drips down the inside of your leg while your sleep shorts do almost nothing to stop it. While holding Spinner’s hand, you take his other so that they’re resting on your hips. “Take them off?”

Spinner gulps before slipping his two fingers with both hands into the hem of your shorts and underwear to pull them down carefully. His throat tightens as he catches his first glimpse at your panties, then after exposing the rest of you his mouth drops open slightly. Your garments are completely off now, pooled around your feet. 

You kick them away as you giggle at his unmoving expression. You pull him out of his blushing state as you push us shoulders back into the couch and straddle one of his large, scaled thighs. Your wet heat now rests directly on his skin. Spinner locks eyes with you in awe of your new position. Smiling, you reach down to grab one of his pulsating cocks which have been lacking attention throughout your undressing. You give one tug before starting to grind down into his thigh. 

“Oh, shit.” Your empty hand is gripping the back of Spinner’s neck to help balance you as you ride away. You pump him even quicker now to the rhythm of your hips thrusts. “Oohhh, dammit, Y/N, you look so hot, can I?” He holds a hand out to your chest, asking for permission. Biting your lip in pleasure, you nod greedily at his offer. While one of his hands grips your waist, the other makes haste to massage a bouncing breast. He ogles at the way your flesh feels in his hand. Spinner pinches and rolls your nipple over and over, taking note of the sweet noises falling from your lips. Removing his hand from your waist, he takes the other into his hand and moves his lips towards your chest. His tongue comes out, long and thick, to lick and press into your nipple. His groans of pleasure excite the numerous nerve endings he gives attention to. 

“Nnnph, Spinner! Shit, that f-feels so good, I might—,” the slick on your inner thigh now covering his own, your hips are able to move quickly across every groove on his muscular thigh. Both of you pant heavily and whine at the pleasures being exchanged. “But, I can’t, not y-yet, this is about you!” You attempt to lift off his thigh before his strong hands pull you right back down.

“No w-way are you stopping yourself from cumming on my account, Y/N. I-I want to see you c-cum for me.” Spinner words bring over the edge as he bounces the leg you're sitting upon. His words of encouragement bring your orgasm to a stronger level than anticipated. Yet, you reach to jerk off both of his dicks in tandem, your fingers barely able to wrap around the added circumference. 

“Yes, yes, yes, oh god thank you, Shuichi,” you moan out, falling from your high. You slow your grinding pace before pulling him into a heated kiss. You give all your energy to show him thanks by transferring into a passion. 

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted off of the couch onto your feet. Your legs are shaking voluntarily, so you put a hand on Spinner’s shoulder as he gets up from his spot on the couch. You’re facing each other in front of the sofa, both of you using your own hands to caress and explore each other’s bodies. “I can’t wait any longer, Y/N… I know you want to please me,” He comes in close to your ear to whisper, “but I really just want to fuck you into this couch myself, ok?”

You had originally planned to ride him into oblivion, but this option seems too good to pass up. “Ok,” you agree, biting your lip hard. His new tone makes you want to squeal. Spinner takes your forearm to lead you into position on the couch. You lay down across the sofa with your legs spread apart, unashamed to show off your wet folds that are reddened from rubbing against the ridges of his body. You watch as Shuichi kneels between your spread thighs, his chest heaving as his eyes dart to every part of your body. You bring your hands up again to trace the divots in his arms and abdomen, silently worshiping the body above you. He blushes at the attention and leans down to kiss you in earnest. You can feel both of his lubricious, hardened cocks prodding at your inner open thighs.

Spinner grabs your legs and presses them deeper into your chest and slowly guides one of his cocks to rub against your folds. “You’re a tease, Shuichi.” 

“Not as much as you, beautiful.” He slowly enters you, your body letting go of all of its restrictions. You mewl at the sight and feeling of your body being pushed to its limits. You had not prepared at all for Shuichi’s girth. His other weeping cock is left to hump the outside of your vulva as he begins to fuck you into the cushion as promised. “Oh shit, so tight,” he grunts. 

You do your best to focus on your breathing as you're slacked jawed by the pleasure surging through your chest. Breathes exchanged between the both of you are hot and humid, intoxicating. Spinner continues to pump in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, eager to reach his own climax. You lift one of your legs up and he smiles as he takes your suggestion to heart. Your leg gets thrown over Spinner’s shoulder, allowing for him to plow deeper into your fluttering pussy. The only things you both could hear was skin slapping, grunts, whines, and the TV relaying the movie you left to play. The sight of Spinner punishing you for teasing him all this time makes you fall into his submission. 

You can’t stand the knot building up in your stomach, so you hurry your hand to your clit to rub tight circles into it to get closer to some sort of release. Spinner watches as your fingers rub into your button and his mouth falls open again. His eyes are wide and straining to keep on your every move as he pants out, “Uhh, fuck, I love watching you please yourself, gorgeous. Are you getting close again?”

You were teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Spinner’s other cock dripping excitedly as it swells into your lifted leg. “Oh yes, don’t stop, Shuichi.”

“Cum for me, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Once these commanding words left his mouth in this moment, your pupils dilated in lust. Heart beating out of your chest, moving your fingers faster to obey his instruction. The knot in your abdomen unties, and you let your juices flow over his cock in conquest.

This time there’s no riding out your orgasm as Spinner continues to rail into your cunt, chasing after his own sweet release. You stare up at his shaking figure, surprised at him for becoming so domineering in order to please you. You grab your breasts to massage and tease your nipples to give him a different measure to get off on. Finally, his thrusts start to falter before he drops your leg from his shoulder to pull out of you. You whimper at the loss of fullness. “I-I’m gonna come, fuck, where do you want it?” His sounds change from whining pants to primal grunts as he pumps himself to you feeling your chest. 

“Right here, Shuichi, you can cum on my chest,” you give in a sultry voice. You watch his needy expression turn into excitement as he aims to unload on you. You listen to the clicking caused by the mixture of your juices and his precum as he enthusiastically jerks both of his cocks in one large hand. You smile up at him in encouragement as you continue to please your breasts.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he howls out with his eyes closed, head tossed back once again. Ropes of his cum shoot onto your chest and neck as Spinner moans unabashedly. All the while, you're watching him with a smile, blushing about the mess you made of him. Spinner cools down from his high quickly before he leans down to give you a quick kiss. He climbs out from between your legs to rush to the kitchen for something. You hear drawers being pulled open and slammed shut; his heavy steps against the wood as he frantically searches. Lastly, you hear the sink being turned on to its maximum, and then shut off again.

Stepping sounds come quickly closer towards you and you look up at Shuichi standing above your laying body. Catching his breath, he holds a few damp paper towels at his side, “I couldn’t find any of those nice washcloths in there.” You grin sheepishly as he collects his load from your chest and neck, extremely careful not to get it in your hair. Spinner sets the crumpled ball of paper on the coffee table, and then gives you a hand to help you sit up. 

You both look at the television together, not having realized there's only a half hour or so left of the movie to watch. You laugh together as you see each other get pulled in by the movie again. Spinner grabs the remote to pause it. “Here, uh,” he walks to get your clothes from the ground to hand them to you, “get comfy and then, maybe... we can watch where we left off earlier?” He pulls on his sweatshirt and boxers as you do the same with your outfit.

“Yeah, I'd like that,” you grab the blanket from the floor and motion for him to come sit with you again. Spinner plays the movie once you're both covered by the blanket, more comfortable to hold each other close after what you’d experienced. You let out a sigh in bliss at how your afternoon has turned out.

[lerbts]

The 8th Sibling

You smiled slightly at the sight of Vanya hanging out with not just Klaus and Allison, but Luther and Diego as well in the living room. It warmed your heart to see your so often neglected sibling get the love she deserved. 

You ignored the pang telling you to go join them and opted to hang in the shadows as you usually did. It wasn't that you were flat out ignored by the others; instead your ability just..wasn't helpful in combat. Until everything with Vanya happened. Luther wouldn't talk to you for 3 weeks after you refused to force Vanya into a manufactured calm. 

You'd always been closer to her than the others, save maybe Five at the time; like Hell were you going to betray her trust and manipulate her like that just because their neglect had forced her to such a frenzied state. Yours too though you tried to be there. 

You straightened a bit, and looked away nervously as Klaus brushed his fingers over Vanya's neck causing her to squeal. Your cheeks already starting to burn, you ducked your head and dissapeared as quietly as you had arrived, completely unaware of the perceptive eyes keeping watch of your every move. 

The next time it happened was family movie night. No getting out of that, typically squeezed between Klaus and Diego as you were but luckily the popcorn bowl was empty and you all but yelped as much as you swiped the bowl and were gone, your tiny frame letting you slip away as Allison scribbled at Luther's ear. 

A pop followed by a flash of blue you knew all too well and you willed your face to cool as you turned your back so you wouldn't have to face Five. 

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"...You know what. I'll spell it out if I have to but I guarantee you won't like it if your current state is any indication."

You barely held back your shiver at Five's smug tone but put your love of acting to good use as you put the kettle on. You'd need some sugary milk tea to get you through this shit and calm you down afterwards you could feel it. 

"I've got no idea what you're talking about."

You claimed innocently, and Five hummed from behind you as you grabbed a bag of microwavable popcorn and moved to cook it.

"Oh you don't?" 

Five stood in your path and you fought the urge to squirm under his scrutinizing stare. He'd always been closer with Vanya so why was he taking such an interest in you now? The defensive voice in you wanted to ask but the kindness you typically felt made you instantly tell it to shut up instead. You pasted on a vaguely confused smile. 

"Nope! I just need to put this in...one sec okay?"

You gently maneuvered your small frame around his and were relieved when he let you pass silently. You put the bag in and set the time without incident for 3 minutes and 30 seconds and when you went to walk past him again, squealed and hopped away as his nimble fingers squeezed your waist. Suddenly, as if by magic, you were red again. 

A smirk bloomed across his face as he seemingly got the reaction he wanted. 

"It is the tickling isn't it? I thought it was the bonding in general and I think that may be it to a lesser extent...but it's definitely the tickling itself that makes you so jumpy and flustered."

You went silent and refused to meet his gaze, leading to him prodding you verbally. 

"I'll be more direct. Why do you run away the second any kind of tickling-"

He blinked as you suddenly covered his mouth and you finally met his gaze, your own with a wild glint. 

"I'll tell you if you just please stop saying it!"

You squeaked as you realized what you'd done and scrambled away much to his amusement to where your tea was being made, pouring the hot water into your waiting cup and loading it with sugar to distract yourself.

"Even the word gets you? Are you like Klaus where it's a kink for you or...?"

The way your cheeks reddened further gave him his answer as did the way your shoulders slumped. Ah. That was why then. You were terrified they'd judge you. He barely withheld his laughter at the thought. As if. Every one of them had kinks or little flaws or insecurities. It was what made them all Human. 

He paused as you looked at him in hesitant curiosity. 

"K-Klaus has it too?"

He saw the question in your eyes and answered it, his smirk widening at the equally surprised and mortified look on your face. 

"Yup; he's a 50/50 Switch I'd say. I'm surprised I know that and you don't. Some days he's full ler, others full lee and most of the time he's happy to have either and gives as good as he gets."

He snatched the popcorn from the microwave as it finished beeping, opening it and starting to munch on it absentmindedly in amusement at how funny your reaction was to him. 

"Well...I wasn't exactly the closest with everyone. That didn't magically change when you left, y'know. But- why do you know all the lingo!?"

He quirked an eyebrow. 

"...Klaus confided in me one day. He was pretty high, probably doesn't remember it. He's always been a rambler though. Guess it's not too surprising." 

He looked you up and down and smirked as he noticed you shiver in response.

"Even if I didn't know the language- you're a 100% lee aren't you? You wouldn't get that flustered seeing others getting messed with if you weren't. You want to be the one getting tickled-" He placed special emphasis on the word now that he knew it bothered you and relished your flinch. "But you're too scared to ask for it. It's quite cute actually. Very in line with how you were when we were still kids. You never could ask for the things you wanted, or speak up. So…" He hopped off the counter with a flourish after putting the now empty bag aside. "I'm going to be a good big brother and help you out. Come with me."

He grabbed your hand after ensuring you weren't holding your tea mug and gently shoved you in front of the screen most of the others weren't watching anyway, mighty strong despite his younger appearance. 

"Listen up idiots. ______'s got something she wants to say." 

He turned to you expectantly with a mocking smile as you looked between him and your other siblings with wide, disbelieving eyes. 

Oh no way in fuck this was happening. 

Your eyes moved to both the stairs and the front door, weighing your chances but Five's clicking tongue made you stiffen and move your gaze towards him. 

"I wouldn't try it. I'll just teleport before you get far enough and then I'll show them. And I know you don't want that. Or...maybe you do. Either way; I'm not the kindest of our siblings in that regard so you may want to think twice before trying to get on my nerves. Just tell them."

"Okay will one of you please just say what's going on!?" 

Predictably, Diego was the first to snap, but the flinch you gave in response to his raised voice made him wince in sympathy. Whoops. 

Allison tried next, ever the mediator. 

"Whatever it is this is… I'm sure it's nothing bad right?"

You couldn't meet anyone's gaze now; Diego's loud proclamation had made you too cagey but you mumbled. 

"Define bad. It...d-depends on your perspective, I guess."

You risked a pleading glance towards Five, wishing a hole would appear to make you disappear. 

"Five, please you're literally killing me right now; this doesn't even matter okay? Can I please just go?" 

At your whining tone and childish reaction Five gritted his teeth in annoyance before he shrugged and nodded. 

"Yeah, alright fine you can go."

Your expression visibly relaxed but just as you took your first step, Five continued. 

"All she can't seem to say is that she has a tickle kink like Klaus and likes to constantly be on the receiving end instead of both like him."

You whirled to look at him with your mouth dropped open in shock, filter gone as betrayal fueled you.

"Five no-! You fucking little-"

You gritted your own teeth as he smiled in smug satisfaction up at you and clenched your fists with an upset huff, hating the way your eyes burned in humiliation.

"Y'know what? Whatever. It's not even fucking worth it.  I'll be gone by tomorro-AGH!" 

You shouted in surprise not having any time to wallow or finish your self deprecating words because suddenly Klaus was digging into your hips like a madman after tackling you to the floor and making you burst into giggles as you tried to weakly push him away in shock. 

"Wh-Whahahahay!?"

He rolled his eyes like it was obvious as he moved up to squeeze experimentally at your sides. 

"You may be the actress of the family; but I'm the only drama queen thank you very much. You're not going anywhere till I'm done with you!!" 

He cooed with a giggle of his own. 

"It's good to know anytime I'm in a ler mood I'll always have a cute little lee to wreck to oblivion."

"You always go red so easily…"

Diego's fond voice could be heard above you and you moved your eyes up a bit to see him crouching above your head as he traced feather light patterns into your underarms with his free hand as he held your hands down with the other. 

"To think you hid this from us for so long. Tsk tsk. Now we've got so much time to make up on...at least an hour a day."

Your eyes widened at that.

"N-No whahahay! I'd dhihihie!!"

He pretended to think before he smirked and traded out his hand for his knees letting both hands scribble into your exposed underarms. 

"Fine. A half hour a day then. Minimum. Final offer. Better hurry it's going fast...20 more seconds and it goes for 45 minutes…"

At his threat you cracked, reluctantly. 

"Okay okhahahay!! 30 minutes!" 

He smirked in satisfaction and his eyes lit up at the way you squealed when his fingertip accidentally brushed over your ear, focusing his attention there with manic glee. 

"Well now I know why you were always running away every time tickles came up." 

Vanya's sweet voice greeted you and you looked to your right to see her kneeling, Allison doing the same at your left. 

"You'd always run off, even when we were kids. I always thought it was too painful for you and it was probably that too but it also must've made you too shy to stand it."

She noticed your cute little pout at her vocalizing the word and her eyes glittered as she began ever so gently dancing her nails over your sides and ribs, Allison quickly mirroring her, though she didn't directly say anything to voice her approval; her actions spoke much louder anyway and you were sure you'd talk later. She wasn't as big on voicing her intimate feelings unless alone with the other person. Vanya had always been the merciful type and kept her knowledge to herself instead of tormenting you with it. 

And speaking of merciful…

You barely mustered a weak glare through your laughter and giggles as Five took Klaus' place straddling your waist, Luther easily holding your legs still with a single hand and scratching tentatively at your feet, clearly scared of hurting you while Klaus moved to your knees. 

Five's face screamed I told you so but you still managed to flip him off and stick your tongue out at him which made his eyebrows rise to his hairline before he made a show of rolling up his sleeves. 

"Aww you wanna be a little brat do you? After helping you confess your little secret and be accepted? Fine. But just consider I've y'know...done actual tickle torture to people. And gotten the info I wanted every time, might I add. So maybe think twice next time. Unfortunately… you've already sealed you fate for this session but hey; there's always tomorrow's thanks to Diego right?" 

And then you were screaming in laughter as he dug right into your hips, nailing every ticklish nerve possible and sending your body alight at the sensations combined from everyone. 

And eventually of course they pulled away at a stern look from Allison even as Diego patted you on the back and said he'd add the 15 minutes of time to tomorrow for you. 

It looked like you would be getting 45 minutes after all and as you were smothered in affection from your adoring siblings, each who loved and showed that love in different ways...you had to say you didn't mind nearly as much as you pretended to. 

[negasonicteenagemess]

sunflower soulmate peter parker imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Request:  Hi I’m not sure if you are still taking requests and this is my first request. Can you write a Peter Parker one where the reader and him are best friends and during the school day she grabs his hand and starts doodling on it. And idk he asks her out and they kiss or something. Please and Thank You

No FFH Spoilers 

I made it a soulmate thing, I hope that’s alright. Also it’s eight in the morning and I haven’t slept so editing is sub par 

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“In Greek mythology,” Y/N explained as she licked the ice cream off her spoon. “Humans had four arms, four legs and two faces. Zeus was afraid of the power that they had so, he split them in half.”

Her friends sat at the table in the ice cream shop around her, stunned by the information. “Woah,” Peter whispered, as he scooped more of the frozen treat onto his spoon.

“That’s dark,” MJ stated, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/N nodded in agreement, cleaning her mouth with a napkin, “yeah, so they’d spend the rest of their lives looking for each other. It’s sad.”

“Some people now think that your soulmate shares the same atoms as you but were kinda split during the big bang or something,” Ned furthered, playing with his spoon.

MJ scoffed, “the idea of soulmates as a whole seems just plain ole sad.” Peter decided to interject with his opinion, “I don’t think it’s sad. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, knowing that someone is completely in love with you and devoted to only you. It’s amazing.”

Ned chuckled, “okay Peter, no need to get sappy on us.” His three friends laughed as his cheeks turned red.

“It’s cute though,” Y/N teased, taking another spoonful of ice cream. His cheeks only got redder at the comment.

He froze when he heard sirens down the street. “Um, I just forgot, May needed me to… go shopping. I gotta go. See ya tomorrow,” he grabbed his backpack and ran out before any of them could reply.

“He’s so weird,” MJ stated as she finished off her ice cream. “Yeah,” Y/N agreed absentmindedly.

On the walk home from the ice cream shop, Y/N couldn’t help but think about her soulmate. Would he be tall? Does he live in New York? Is he cute? As all of these thoughts crossed her mind, she watched as bruises formed on her knuckles.

This has been a common thing recently, getting her soulmates cuts and bruises. They didn’t last very long and didn’t hurt much but in Y/N’s mind, she thought he was either a cop or in some weird fight club. Hopefully a cop though.

All of her previous questions were obviously left unanswered as she opened the door to her apartment. She went to do her homework, finishing it so she didn’t have to stay up all hours of the night. She contemplated for a moment as she did the school work before taking her pen and etching something across her hand.

Whenever her soulmate gave the two of them bruises, she’d doodle around the markings with more peaceful things, and most of the time it was flowers. She drew stems all around her knuckles, with cute little squiggles of sunflowers all around.

She capped the pen, extending her hand to admire her work. Y/N felt like something was missing from it, so she uncapped her pen and wrote a little note.

stay safe :)

She didn’t expect a reply, but she soon felt a small pressure on her hand, right under where she wrote.

always try <3

She beamed at the response as butterflies filled her stomach. Definitely something a person in a fight club wouldn’t say.

Her phone vibrated from the place on the bed soon after her small encounter with her soulmate. It was a text from Peter.

hey wanna come over later to watch a movie or something?? They just added a bunch of stuff on netflix

Y/N smiled, quickly typing on the small screen.

yeah sure!! i’ll bring the popcorn. what time?

She sat patiently, waiting for her best friend to respond to the message.

twenty minutes okay with you? He texted back. Y/N replied with a thumb’s up emoji, already putting all of her school stuff away. She switched into her pj’s, as it was tradition for the two of them to wear night clothes to their movie marathons.

She stood in the mirror, messing with her hair and lost in her thoughts. She always thought Peter was cute, but she knew somewhere in her heart that it was wrong to think of someone like that who wasn’t her soulmate.

Y/N sighed, washing off the ink she had previously written so she wouldn’t have to explain it all to Peter. She was secretive about her soulmate, enjoying the fact that it was something only the two of them shared.

As if her soulmate had the same idea, the ink that he had written was slowly disappearing. She dried her hands and decided it was time to go to her friend’s house.

She walked through her apartment and went to the kitchen in search of the microwavable popcorn. Grabbing a couple bags, she left her home and went to the door across from hers, knocking a few times.

The cheerful face of Peter Parker appeared. He was clad in grey sweatpants and a blue Midtown shirt. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile, opening the door for her to step through. “Hi,” she replied back, waving the bags of popcorn in her hand as she walked into the Parker residence. “I would’ve made them at my place, but I was just so excited to see you,” she commented sarcastically.

Peter chuckled, grabbing the bags from her hand, “well the excitement is reciprocated as it is an absolute joy to see you again.”

Y/N laughed at his fake posh voice, plopping down on the couch as he made the popcorn. “Is May here?” She asked as she scrolled through her phone mindlessly.

“Nah, she had to work,” he replied, popping noises coming from his microwave. “Do you want something to drink?” He shouted from the fridge.

“Water please,” she replied, dragging out the last word. Peter soon appeared next to her with arms full of candy and two hands filled with drinks. A glass of water and a can of coke.

“Ya know they used to put cocaine in that shit,” she stated, sipping the clear liquid. Peter, already in the kitchen, scoffed, “no they didn’t.”

“They did. Coca is the plant that makes cocaine. Look it up,” she teased as he stayed silent for a minute.

“Oh shit,” he muttered as google answered his question. “Wasn’t that like, illegal or something?”

“I don’t know man. The 1900s were a weird time,” she stated as he came back with a big bowl of popcorn.

He turned the tv on, going straight to Netflix. “Scott Pilgrim?” He asked, shoveling popcorn in his mouth. Y/N turned to look at him at the strangeness, and he mirrored her actions. “Scott Pilgrim?” He questioned again; his mouth full and a playful tone gracing his voice. She laughed and nodded her head as he coughed from laughing, and choking, as well.

“You’re an idiot,” she giggled, her throat feeling itchy for some reason, but she ignored it.

He drank his soda, making sure to clear his throat, “shut up.” He was blushing. Y/N shook her head as he started the movie, acting as if nothing just happened.

“Can you imagine that?” Peter asked halfway through the film, tossing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. Y/N quirked a brow as she took a handful of candy, “what?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “living in a universe where you don’t have a soulmate.” Y/N let out a breath, “sounds rough. Finding love on your own and all.” He nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coke.

As the second movie they watched progressed, Y/N completely forgot the title of it as her eyes got more and more droopy. By the time the movie ended, the popcorn was long gone with all of the candy and she was asleep against Peter’s shoulder.

He looked at her longingly before letting out a sigh and wrapping his arm around her. “This universe is a nightmare,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He heard a jingle of keys before the door to the apartment opened revealing May.

“Hey Peter,” she greeted loudly, placing her purse on a nearby table. May looked at her nephew to see him holding a finger to his lips. “Oh, is she asleep?” She asked quietly, walking towards the boy and his friend.

He nodded his head before diverting his attention back to the girl next to him, as she moved a bit in her sleep. May looked between Peter and Y/N, understanding the look in his eyes was eerily similar to the look her late husband used to give her.

“You like her, don’t you?” She questioned with a smirk, leaning on the back of the couch. His eyes widened as he immediately went to deny her claims. But when he saw the look on her face, he knew he couldn’t lie.

“I-I,” he sighed as he tried to piece his thoughts together, “I can’t. And I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help it, May. She’s always there for me.”

His eyes were glossy as he let out a breath, glad to finally express how he feels. “I don’t know what it is about her. She’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

May smiled, remembering the feeling, “even better than Spider-Man?” Peter let out a soft chuckle, careful not to wake the girl up.

“I would give up being Spider-Man any day just for her,” he stated quietly, brushing the hair off of her face.  

“But I can’t do this to my soulmate. It’s wrong. And I don’t know what to do,” his voice wobbled as he wiped his free hand over his face.

May put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “you just gotta wait Pete. You’ll meet your soulmate one day and the stars will align. You’ll love her and realize that is the greatest feeling in the world.”

She had a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, remembering when she met Ben. Peter nodded his head in agreement, trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Thanks, May,” he whispered with a tight smile, looking at his Aunt as he spoke. “It’s what I’m here for,” she joked, patting his shoulder.

“Well,” she started, letting out a sigh, “I’m heading to bed. Work killed me and it’s only 10.” Peter nodded, acknowledging her statement.

“And make sure she gets home,” she said sternly, but not harshly. “Will do, May,” he replied, “goodnight.”

“Night, Pete,” she stated as she finally went to her bedroom.

He ran a hand through his hair once again, struggling with his inner thoughts. “One day,” he muttered to himself, “one freaking day.”

Y/N moved again, rubbing her eyes as she awoke from her slumber. “Shit, I slept through the movie, didn’t I?” She asked, getting out of Peter’s arms and leaning forward on the couch.

He chuckled, trying to forget everything he just spoke about, “yeah. You really missed out. Keanu Reeves looked great, as always.”

She shook her head, “damn.” Her eyes met his as she snickered at the encounter. Pulling out her phone, she noticed the time. “Shit, I gotta go,” she stated as she locked her phone but held it in her hand.

He nodded his head, “right.” He stood up, her following in his footsteps. “I can stay for a little bit to help you clean up,” she directed to the mess they made, empty rappers and popcorn kernels everywhere.

“Nah, you got to get your beauty sleep,” he stated sarcastically but continued to direct her to the front door. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry,” he smiled as he opened the door.

“Walk together to school tomorrow?” She asked as she made it to her front door, opening it while looking eyes with Peter, who stood at his doorway. “Always,” he smiled, leaning against the white frame.

Y/N nodded, leaning in her own doorway, “bye Peter.” She smiled, holding tightly on the handle.

“Adios,” he replied with a smile, finally shutting the door. Y/N did the same, brushing her teeth then going straight to bed.

She drifted off into a deep slumber as the moonlight illuminated her room and the sound of cars was still noticeable every now and then.

The next day, she woke up bright and early to get ready for school. She left her home and met up with Peter in the hallway and a couple train stops later, they made it to Midtown.

“And Ned broke the whole thing,” Peter explained, making Y/N laugh as he held the school door open for her. “Of course he did,” she giggled as the bell rang.

“Right on time,” he stated, walking with Y/N to their first class, Chemistry. “I heard that we have a long ass assignment or something today,” she remarked, pulling at the straps of her backpack.

Peter groaned, “can Mrs. Smith ever give us a break?” Y/N shook her head, “she’s a horrid woman, I tell you.”

As teenagers rushed to get to their classes in the hall, the two friends made it to Chemistry fairly quickly. The late bell rang, the two friends seated right next to each other as always as Mrs. Smith began to explain what the students would be doing that day.

She finished the instructions and students began to open their textbooks. Y/N and Peter did the same, doing the assignment for the bulk of the class period. Being the studious teenagers they were, the pair was able to be one of the first groups to finish.

Y/N took Peter’s hand, laying it on the table before her. “Can I draw on your hand?” She asked sweetly, bored out of her mind and taking her pen as she was ready to start her masterpiece. “Yeah sure,” Peter replied, tapping away on his phone.

“You know,” he started, “you can be such a kid sometimes.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, starting to draw around his knuckles. Flowers upon flowers seemed to bloom on his hand.

One of her hands held down Peter’s as the other created the work of art. His eyes drifted from his phone to his hand, watching the beauty appearing across his skin. He had a small smile as he watched her etch the flowers upon his knuckles.

Peter’s eyes shifted to the hand that held his down. He froze, jaw slacked, and eyebrows raised. He looked between his hand and hers. Small sunflowers began to appear on her hand, the exact same that were on his own.

“Holy shit,” he spoke suddenly, shocking Y/N and causing her to leave a sharp line down his hand with her pen. ”Awe man,” she slumped her shoulders as she examined the mistake, “I really liked it.”

Her voice was filled with slight sadness at the mark, but she just shrugged, “we can fix it though. It’ll be fine.” She looked up at Peter, giving him a soft smile, but frowned when she saw his face still full of surprise.

“Pete I can just get rid of it-“ she wanted to apologize but he cut her off. “No, Y/N listen,” he laughed, but not with humor, but because this was actually happening to him.

He grabbed the hand that held his down and looked deeply into her eyes. “I-I can’t believe it,” he whispered, all of this still not settling in his brain. Y/N furrowed her brows, giving him a strange look, “what?”

Squeezing her hand, he chuckled nodding towards their joined hands, “look.” Y/N’s eyes fell, examining the marks. “Oh my god, she whispered as she traced the marks on her hand with the other one.

She looked between the marks on her hand versus Peter’s, where she actually created the doodles. They were the exact same, the flowers and that stupid line where she messed up. It was all the same. She covered her mouth with the empty hand, laughing lightly.

“It’s you,” she gushed. He nodded his head, “yeah. The likelihood, huh?”

Y/N was speechless, making it so that both of her hands covered his. She bit her lip, “I had a crush on you, you know? I thought you were the cutest boy in our hall.”

At that Peter chuckled, “I’m the only other person in our entire complex who’s your age.”

Y/N hit him on the shoulder lightly, “that’s not the point.” He looked at her, letting out a sigh, “I had, or well have a crush on you too.”

He gave her a tight smile, “why does this feel so awkward?” Y/N laughed at the comment, brushing a hand through her hair as she leaned on the other.

“It’s only awkward when you say it’s awkward Pete,” she stated. He just shrugged his shoulders, taking his hands away and rubbing them together from the coldness of the classroom.

“So,” he dragged out, “d-do you want to go on a date with me sometime?” He was so nervous because of the fact that he wasn’t just asking any girl out on a date. He was asking his best friend, his soulmate.

Y/N sighed dramatically, “I don’t know, do I have to?” Her sarcastic remark made Peter smile widely.

“I’d love to,” she replied for real this time, picking up her pen. “Now,” she continued, “time to finish my art.” He smiled, watching her finish her drawing as she proceeded to doodle away, not wanting to take his eyes off her anytime soon.

Class soon ended, so the newly found soulmates had to separate. It wasn’t as hard as it seemed, but in the next period, they couldn’t stop thinking about each other.

Peter would write things on his arm for her to read, away from the flowers as he wanted to keep those for as long as he could.

Woods is falling asleep on his desk read one of the little notes, plus a drawing of a horribly drawn teacher asleep.

Y/N sat in her desk, thinking about her soulmate. Like, why did Peter get bruises and cuts all the time? And why so late at night? He wasn’t a cop, like she originally thought. Was Peter in a fight club?

No, sweet little Peter Parker could NOT be in a fight club. That’s impossible.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, Peter and Y/N seeing each other as often as possible. By the time the last bell rang, Y/N couldn’t wait to walk home with Peter. And that’s exactly what they did. This time was different though, because they weren’t deemed as best friends anymore, but as soulmates. So, they talked about their day at school, holding hands and as their shoes scratched the pavement.

After taking the subway, they arrived at their building. They stood in the apartment building’s hall, Y/N biting her lip as she debated her next moves.

“Screw it,” she whispered, grabbing Peter’s face with her hands. He looked like he was about to speak but stayed silent at the feeling of her lips on his own.

His eyes closed as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him and never wanting to let go. But there was one thought that crossed his mind. Finally, after years and years of being in love with his best friend, he was able to kiss her as his soulmate.  

It felt like Zeus was throwing lightning bolts around his body as the feeling of her feathery light lips against his rough ones made him ecstatic. She pulled away slowly, opening her eyes as she moved her hands around his neck. “S-Sorry,” she stumbled, her cheeks red.

Peter shook his head and whispered, “don’t be.” She looked deep into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss her again. Her lips tasted like the lip balm she always uses, the taste suddenly becoming one of his favorites.

He was consumed in the warmth that was Y/N L/N, and he couldn’t get enough. But all good things must come to an end, and she pulled her lips from his.

“Walk me to school tomorrow?” She asked breathlessly with a smirk. He laughed lightly, leaning his head onto her shoulder as he did so. “Always,” he looked up at her with a smile.

He gave her a peck on the lips before she began pulling away. “See you then,” she gave a little wave as he nodded his head. She shut the door to her home, biting her lip as she walked to her room.

Peter, on the other hand ran though his apartment door, slamming the door shut in search of his Aunt.

“May,” he shouted as he ran around, looking for the Italian woman. She stood in the kitchen and looked at him with an amused look of confusion. “Woah, easy there. What’s up?” She asked, taking note of the starstruck look on his face.

“I-I found my soulmate,” he beamed as he dropped his backpack onto the tile floor. Her eyes widened as she stopped washing the dishes.

She ran and hugged him, “oh my god, that’s amazing! What’s her name? When can I meet her?” She pressed with questions as she pulled away to look at her nephew. He chuckled lightly, moving his hands to hold her back.

“You won’t believe it,” he grinned, shaking his head as he still couldn’t believe it himself. May scrunched her brows, eyes examining his features, “what do you mean?”

“It’s Y/N,” the gaze in his eyes as he spoke was love struck, May squealing and pulling him into a tight hug yet again.

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Promises (oneshot)

Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff if you squint (what’s new)

Synopsis: Being best friends with Jimin was easy. You never doubted your relationship with him even when you both got older. But what happens...when life happens?

You couldn’t really remember the exact date you became friends with Jimin. All you could remember was you sitting down to eat lunch all alone at lunch when a little boy also joined you, claiming he too was alone. And since that young age of 6, you two were joined at the hip. 

You two were as good as they came. Thick as thieves. Peas in a pod. And you didn’t see that changing. 

You remember your mom warning you one night, when she realized how close you both were. 

“You’re probably too young to understand this Y/n, but I just want you to know that some relationships don’t last forever. Things change honey, and I don’t want you to be hurt by that” she said sadly, maybe even reminiscent of her own life. 

And that warning, even though you were just ten, scared you. You knew exactly who she was referring to, and you ran over to Jimin’s house across the street sobbing. 

It was at that age, when you promised that nothing would ever change your friendship. 

And you both put that promise on a pedestal. As the years passed by and you got older, nothing got in the way of your friendship. Not when you moved away to Seoul, not when you got busy with university, and not when Jimin became an idol. 

You became a manager at a tech company at one of the biggest companies in the city. You weren’t really sure how you managed to get there, but you were thankful for the opportunity. As for Jimin, his band seemed to get bigger and bigger everyday and you smiled everytime you saw a billboard with his face on it or an ad on TV featuring him and the boys. 

But just because you were an ordinary person didn’t mean that the world didn’t know who you were. One day when Jungkook was doing a V-live, he walked into the boy’s living room where you and Jimin were having your usual movie night. Before you knew it, your friendship with Jimin was exposed for the world to see. At first it was hard, especially when girls you didn’t even know would through death glares at you and your social media filled with hate comments. 

But you two even managed to make it through that. Jimin had to clarify to his fans that you meant a lot as his best friend and had wished that no one treated you poorly because of it and since then, you had a pretty good relationship with his fans, at least from what you could tell online. 

Was it hard being best friends with an idol? Incredibly. But it was more than worth it. Plus in the process, you gained six more new friends with lots of adventures. 

Of course, you also had some girl friends if only keep yourself sane from all the testosterone you were always surrounded by. Li-ah had been one of your closest friends since you moved to Seoul and she always voiced how lucky you were to be surrounded by big celebrities. You had wanted to introduce her to your friends, but the right time never presented itself. 

“They’re just a group of over grown children sometimes” you joke back. 

“Still.. what I would give to be around someone like BTS” she sighed out loud. “Have you ever had feelings for any of them?” she asks, taking a sip of her beer. You two were out getting drinks at your favorite spot just a block away from your apartment., 

“For those dummies? No way!” You say, taking a big gulp yourself. 

“Ok fine, but not even Jimin? How could you not when you’ve been with him for as long as you have? When he’s just so.. so... perfect?” she asks, genuinely curious. 

“Ok you’re clearly drunk if you think he’s perfect. Li-Ah, he will always be the boy that wet his bed when we were kids” you say giggling. 

“That happened like once and a million years ago! Look at him now!” she says. 

“Trust me, we’re just friends” you say. “Always have been, always will be. Speaking of that dork though, do you want to finally meet them? They’re on break starting tomorrow for like the next two months” you ask. 

That was all it took for her to squeal so loud the entire bar turned to look at her. 

“Yes! YES!” she said clapping her hands. 

Perhaps if you knew how that would decision would change your life, you wouldn’t have even asked. But life wasn’t that simple. 

The boys had invited you over for game night and some drinks which you gladly accepted. You asked to bring Li-ah, and though they were a bit reluctant at first, they agreed. 

You had to talk Li-ah into being calm and not acting like the huge fan-girl she was. If there was anything the boys didn’t need right now, it was having to deal with a fan during their break time. 

And to be honest, you were surprised by how well Li-ah managed to stay calm. It was like she changed completely. When you got to the apartment, she simply smiled and introduced herself to the boys. Was this the same Li-ah you knew?

Some of the boys played video games while the rest of you sat at the table playing some board games and drinking. 

You watched, as Li-ah conversed with the boys, but how her eyes especially sparkled when she was talking to Jimin. And you also didn’t miss the way how his eyes seemed to light up the same way. 

You knew you saw a connection there and you had a small smile on your face as you saw two of your best friends get to know each other. Jimin broke eye contact from Ji-Ah to send you a quick smile before turning back to Ji-ah to give her his attention. 

It wasn’t long after that when Jimin had asked for Ji-ah’s number. You two were having your regular movie night when he randomly sprung the question on you. 

“You want her number? Oh my god, are you going to ask her out?” you ask him. 

“I- I gue- I just want to get to know her a little more?” he says, not really sure. 

“Oh my god you like her!” You say, giggling.

“I don’t know yet! Hey we’re not getting any younger and I’m getting lonely!” He says, defending himself. 

You throw a hand to your chest, faking pain. “When you have me??” you asked. 

“That’s different and you know it!” he says throwing a pillow at you. “You going to help me or not?” he asks again. 

“Of course I will, dork” you say, finally calming down from laughing. “I’ll always be there for you” you say a little slower. 

After sending Jimin Ji-ah’s number, you walk to the kitchen to make some more popcorn and noticed Taehyung standing in the kitchen attempting to make some kind of food over the stove. 

“You know, I didn’t think you’d do it” he said, not looking at you and stirring at the pot. 

“do what?” you ask curiously while getting the popcorn out of the shelf. 

“Give him your friends number. I always thought you two had a thing for eachother” he said nonchalantly. 

“You’re kidding right? We’re best friends” you say while throwing the popcorn into the microwave. 

“So? I see the way you look at him. You might not realize it yourself, but I think you’re in deep for Jimin, Y/n” Taehyung says. 

“I- I’m not” you say. Both you and taehyung don’t miss the slight stutter in your voice. 

“I mean, it’s not my place to meddle. But I want what’s best for the both of you, as always” he says, finally turning towards you. 

“Thank you Tae, really” you say. “I know your hearts at a good place but I’m sure when I say we’re just friends” you say. 

“Ok ok, I won’t bug you about it anymore” he says with a small giggle you’ve learned to love over the years. “Ok try this” he says, finally handing you the spoon that he was stirring with. 

“What is it?” you ask, not really wanting to try whatever it was. 

“I was trying to make chicken soup...” he says. 

“Oh” was the only thing you could muster when you look at the concoction on your spoon that looked slightly like...tar. Despite your instincts to throw the spoon far, far away, you lick it as to not get much into your mouth. 

“I’m going to say this since I too want what’s best for you Taehyung. Get take out and leave the cooking to Jin from now on...” you say, giggling and immediately reaching for water. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have added all that fish sauce..” he says, making you choke on the water. 

“Best for me my ass.. you just tried to kill me!” You say, downing as much water as you could. 

“Ok ok get back to your movie Gorden Ramsey” he says, turning off the stove.

  It has now been almost 3 months since Jimin got Li-ah’s number. A week after he got her number, he asked her out for their first date. 2 more dates after that, he asked her to be his girlfriend, with your blessing of course. And now 2 months later, he was going to tell her he loved her. 

Was it fast? Yes. But was it right in his heart? 100%. 

And during these three months, Taehyung’s words haunted you. Did you have feelings for Jimin? You convinced yourself you didn’t for all those years because you had everything you needed when Jimin was around. But now.. you two didn’t talk nearly as much as you had before. 

His time was now filled with Li-Ah. His time... and his heart. 

The first time he cancelled on you, it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he didn’t do it before, considering his schedule. 

But the more and more it happened just so he could hang out with her.. it started to sting. 

What stung the most was when he forget your “anniversary” of friendship that you two had made up as kids. And that was the first time you shed tears for Park Jimin. Little did you know that it wouldn’t be the last. 

In the meantime, you filled your time with the others. The boys still invited you over, even if Jimin wasn’t there. And in that time, Taehyung vowed that he was now your best friend since your actual one was doing a shitty job of proving it. 

“I know I said I wouldn’t bother you about it again, but are you sure you don’t have feelings for him, Y/n? I can tell him not being around is bothering you...” Taehyung asks one night when the rest of the boys had gone to sleep. 

“I’m not sure anymore Taehyung, I’m not sure” you say, beginning to cry again. That was the first night that Taehyung comforted you as you cried. Little did he know it also wouldn’t be the last. 

One morning you woke up to someone calling you first thing in the morning. You reached for your phone, somewhere under your pillows and sheets and immediately sat up when you realized it was Jimin. 

“Hey good morning!” you say, a little too excited. 

“Good morning sleepyhead. Are you busy today? I realized we haven’t had any us time recently and I want to make up for that!” he says, which put a smile on your face a little too quickly. 

“I always have time for you, Jimin” You say, giggling. “I’ll be ready in half an hour, ok?” you say. 

“Sure, I’ll pick you up then. See you then dummy” 

“See you then, dork” you say, hanging up. 

The two of you spent the entire day doing all the things you loved doing- eating, people watching, shopping, and going to the arcade. It was the most fun you had in the longest time and you realized just how much you missed him, 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around recently” Jimin says on the way to drop you off. 

“It’s ok. You know I understand” You say. 

“I would never break our promise, you know that right?” He asks. And that’s all it took for your heart to swell. 

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t either” You say, smiling. 

you were in love with your best friend. 

Though Jimin had said he’d make time for you, not much really changed. Li-ah still took up most of his time, not that you could blame her. But it really took a toll on your feelings. You were feeling worse and worse as each day passed and you just missed him. It didn’t help when you realized your feelings for him and now you were suffering even more than before. 

But life moved on. Taehyung had stopped by more and more after you  confessed your feelings for Jimin to him. You didn’t mean to, you were drunk and a mess, but it happened nontheless. It was later that night when you passed out that he silently confessed his feelings for you too. 

Taehyung didn’t know himself when he caught feelings for you. But it made him understand something- because you probably didn’t know when you fell for Jimin either. It was hard, seeing the girl you like pine over your best friend. He didn’t know what hurt more- the fact that you didn’t know about Taehyung’s suffering or that Jimin didn’t know about yours. It hurt to see you in pain, so for now Taehyung put his feelings aside. For when the time is right he kept repeating to himself. 

One day, Taehyung texted you out of the blue for an impromptu movie night. You sighed, not knowing whether or not to indulge in a movie night when it was clearly your thing with Jimin, but then again you couldn’t remember the last time you had one. 

You made your way over to the dorm sluggishly, not having the energy and excitement as you once had when visiting the dorms. You let Taehyung know you were here when you got to the lobby through text and he had opened the door for you before you even had the chance to knock. 

“Hey there squirt” he said with such a warm smile. 

“We’re the same age why do you even call me that” you giggle. 

“Because...you’re a squirt. My squirt” he says as if it common sense. 

As you entered the dorm, most of the lights were out, confusing you. That is, till you laid eyes in the living room where two figures were illuminated sitting on the couch due to the light from the TV. There sat Jimin and Li-ah, cuddling and having a movie night. 

Now, you had never seen the alone together. You were respectful of their space and never tried to barge into to either of their time unless invited...which was never. So this? This stung. You could feel your heart tighten, as all your feelings overwhelmed you. 

“Oh hey Y/n!” Jimin said, finally noticing you. 

 “Hey Jimin.. Hey Li-ah” you say, acknowledging the girl who took away the most important person away from you. You knew that was unreasonable. It’s not like she stole him since those two genuinely hit it off. But still... you wished that was you laying on his chest instead of her.  

“Hey” she simply said. Li-ah was a smart girl, or intuitive rather. She knew she didn’t trust you when you said you had no feelings for Jimin. She knew before you did of your own feelings for your best friend. So she did what she thought was the most reasonable thing in her book- she avoided you. 

She didn’t call you much or text you after getting together with Jimin. You thought it was because she was busy with her new relationship but it was actually because she didn’t want you around Jimin in case you had suddenly realized your feelings for him. Or worse- he might realize he has feelings for you. 

“What are you doing here?” Jimin asked, making you feel small for some reason. 

“Oh I invited her over. We’re just going to watch a movie or something in my room. Jungkook was bored” Taehyung said, silently hoping Jungkook found something better to do.

“Oh, ok have fun!” Jimin said, turning back to the movie. For some reason, that broke a tiny piece of your heart off. Sure, it might seem dramatic but Movie night was held... sacred by you and Jimin... or so you thought. SInce you were kids, you only watched movies with him and vice versa. You didn’t let anyone join your movie nights and took weeks or even months of pleading before he allowed a few of the members join during your movie nights. 

You pushed your thoughts aside, telling yourself you were just being dramatic, that it was no big deal. You smiled, even though they probably couldn’t see in the dark, and allowed Taehyung to lead you to his room. 

He put on some movie, with Jungkook joining a few minutes later much to his dismay, and you watched the movie in silence. It was a comedy, a genre all three of you enjoyed, and yet your laugh wasn’t as loud as it used to be. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, and so you completely missed when his laugh wasn’t as loud too. 

Jungkook.... well he was just oblivious and continued to watch the movie. 

If there was anything that you knew, it was that life moved on. See, you thought that your friendship was as strong as steel. Nothing could break it or cause you and Jimin to drift away. Not moving away as kids, not university, not even him being in one of the biggest bands in the world. No, nothing could. Not even Li-ah. 

But what you weren’t expecting was... your health. 

Cancer. 

You knew, you weren’t in the best condition recently, but you blamed it on heartbreak. You blamed any discomfort on your heartbreak until you had enough of feeling down. You went to the doctor for a yearly checkup when your doctor felt a slight bump on the base of your neck. It was small, she said. You didn’t even notice it yourself. 

Soon after, a biopsy was performed, and you didn’t tell anyone- not your family, not your friends, and especially not Jimin. Why worry before you have to worry, right?

But the agony of waiting was getting to you. It would take about another 3 days before you had the result, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was funny, you thought. At least now you had something to take your mind off of Jimin. 

So, what better way than to pass time with movies? You had invited Taehyung over the next night for a full day movie marathon, silently thanking the stars that the boys were on break and that you could spend this much time with him. Taehyung on the other had almost jumped for joy when he saw your text. 

You forced yourself to place 100% of your focus on the movies to distract yourself from the intenal clock you had set for tomorrow’s call from the doctor. What you weren’t expecting though, was that the call would come early. 

In the middle of The Sound of Music (whcih Taehyung had picked out), when the Von Trapp children were singing one of Taehyung’s favorite songs, you saw your phone light up with the doctor’s office name. 

You quickly grabbed the phone and went to the other corner of your living room, which in hind sight you should have gone somewhere more private. But the doctor confirmed what you were dreading, yet already knew in the back of your head. You had cancer. 

You dropped the phone after you managed to hang up, and dropped to your knees sobbing. Taehyung was by your side the next instant, and when you broke the news to him between your sobs, he too cried with you that night. 

It took a few hours for you to calm down, at least to a point where you could think a little bit more rationally. “You can’t tell him” you say, first. 

Taehyung turned to you in shock. How could you think of him at a time like this. “Y/n...” he said. 

“No. I don’t want him to know” you say firmly. “Listen Tae, I know, it sounds bad. But I’m not going to die ok? There’s a 97% survival rate if I go through treatment now since it’s at such a early stage. At least, that’s what the doctor explained over the phone. They caught it early, I’m so glad. I’ll be ok” you say. 

“But you need him by your side. You need your best friend through this” he pleads. He knew then, that he could never take over Jimin’s place in your heart. 

“I need him to not worry, ok? I’m already sad that you had to find out, I wasn’t supposed to get the call till tomorrow. But please, I’m begging you, don’t tell him” you say, pleading with Taehyung. 

“If thats what you truly wish..” Taehyung says, wrapping you in his arms for a tight hug. He never wanted to let go. 

Just because the doctors caught the cancer early didn’t mean that treatment was going to be a breeze. It was still intense. Your doctor laid out a six month treatment plan for you and so far, it seemd very doable. But he warned you of how draining it could be. You had to come in once every 2 weeks for chemo, so you were determined to not let this derail your life. 

The only people you told were the people who absolutely had to know- your work and your family. They were so supportive, with your mom even offering to move in with you for the time being. While you were so tempted, you decided that her life too, was to move on as it should. 

During this time, Jimin had texted you once, asking if you wanted to catch up over dinner. You had to say no, because treatment was that night. 

The next time he offered, you felt too sick after treatment to even get out of bed. 

What really took it over the top though was when you felt too sick when it was Jimin’s birthday. He texted you, saying you better be there since he hadn’t seen you in so long, and you promised you’d be there. But when the day came, you just couldn’t. It was like your body hated you and decided to give up on one of the most important day of the year. But the symptoms from chemo was getting to you especially bad that day, and you plopped onto bed, letting Taehyung know that you couldn’t make it. 

You fell asleep before you got his response. 

Taehyung saw your message late in the afternoon, when everyone was beginning to get ready for the party. He texted you, asking if you were ok, to which you would usually respond with a sarcastic comment. 

But hours passed and he hadn’t heard from you. 

Jimin on the other hand was furious when Taehyung said you couldn’t make it. Taehyung had a pretty stupid excuse, saying you suddenly had a work emergency. Why couldn’t you just call and tell him yourself? why the hell didn’t you want to see him? What was so bad that you couldn’t make it to his birthday?

Jimin’s mood was a little down for the party, but he soon started to enjoy the party and forget the dull pain from you not coming. Until, he saw his other best friend, leave the party too. He could tell Taehyung seemed out of it, he kept checking his phone. 

But then, all of a sudden, he just left after Jimin cut a cake that was too big. 

Taehyung still hadn’t heard from you and decided to rush over to your place, in case something had happened. He beat himself up for not leaving sooner. 

He pounded on your door, silently praying for you to open the door. Thankfully, you did open the door, although much slower than he would have liked. 

“Thank god you’re ok, why didn’t you answer your phone?” He scolded, embracing you immediately. 

“I’m sorry Tae... I fell asleep, I was so tired” you say, slowly. 

“I’m just glad you’re ok...”

The next day after the party, Jimin woke up with Li-ah sleeping sound asleep next to him. He smiled, getting out of bed only to be met with Hoseok standing outside in the kitchen making some coffee of his own.

“Wow, last night was pretty crazy Hyung, my head hurts like crazy” said Jimin, grabbing a cup from the shelf. 

“Don’t talk so loud...” Hoseok said, swatting the younger one away. 

“Is everyone still sleeping?” Jimin asked, a little quieter. 

“Jungkook went to work out. He said after eating everything last night he really looked like a rabbit. I think Tae is at Y/n’s. I haven’t seen him since last night. What’s up with those two, are they a thing now?” Hoseok asks, plopping himself down on the chair. 

“Taehyung... is with Y/n? He left the party to go to see Y/n?” Jimin asks, not realizing he said it out loud. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I just know he didn’t come back last night. And he sent a snap this morning from what I assumed was her place...” hoseok said, missing the way Jimin’s face immediately turned red from anger. 

Just then, the door opened the Taehyung walked through the door, looking tired himself. He was still in the clothes from the party, only sparking more doubt within his members. 

“You seemed to have a fun night” Hoseok winked. 

“Where did you run off to?” Jimin sneered. 

“I’m going to go sleep” Taehyung said simply. 

“I asked you a question” Jimin said, more forcefully. 

“And as you can see, I ignored it” Taehyung said, glaring at the boy before slamming the door shut to his own room.

It didn’t take much longer after that before Jimin changed and rushed out of the dorm in pure anger. 

You heard someone pounding on the door again, and you assumed it was Taehyung again. Had he forgotten something? Before even thinking you open the door. “Tae, did you fo-” but you were cut off when Jimin walked right it, pushing your shoulder harshly while passing by. You rubbed at your shoulder in shock, but also in pain from your sore body. 

“You want to explain to me what the hell is going on?” Jimin asked, finally turning to you. If only he wasn’t so mad, he would have seen all the changes in you. 

“Hi to you to..” you say, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Really? What the fuck Y/n?” Jimin says, panting from anger. “Where the hell have you been?” he says.

“I’ve been busy, Chim...” you say, knowing it sounded stupid the second it left your lips. 

“really? Busy? Too busy for come see me? Too busy on my fucking birthday? Is that all that’s left for us now?” he asks. 

“I- I wanted to be there Chim, you have to know that, right?” you asked slowly. You were still rubbing at your shoulder, knowing you were going to bruise easily. 

“That’s bullshit and you know it Y/n. You wanted to be there? Then you could have been. You were busy? Don’t fucking lie! You had Taehyung over! Are you two together? Are you both fucking, is that what this is?” Jimin sneers. 

“No, Jimin you don’t understand!” You say, not liking where this was going one bit. 

“I don’t? Then please enlighten me. What happened to not breaking our promise, huh?” Jimin asked, getting angrier by the second. You hated when he got mad, especially at you, but this was the worst you’ve ever seen it. 

“I- I-” You stutter. 

“You don’t even have an excuse! You know what, if you don’t want to try, then neither do I. Just know, I’m not the one who broke the promise, It. Was. You.” Jimin says before making his way back out of your apartment. 

“Jimin please..” You whimper. 

“save it” Jimin says, slamming the door shut. 

Jimin pulled his mask up before entering the garage to your apartment. He knew probably no one would be there, but still he didn’t want to take a chance. As soon as he reached the car though, he saw a familiar figure pull up just a few spaces down. Out popped Taehyung, with a bag with what he assumed was food. 

“Back for seconds?” Jimin asked, sarcasm dripping with each word like venom. 

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked, shocked. He had promised you he’d be back as soon as he showered and grabbed some food. 

“Why do you care? Oh that’s right, I forgot you two don’t care about anyone else but yourselves. Have fun with her, see if I care” Jimin says as he makes the final steps to his car. Just as he’s about to open his car door, he’s turned around and shoved into his own car. 

“What the hell did you say to her” Taehyung asked. Jimin gulped for a second, never seeing his friend so angry at him before. But in that moment, Jimin was just as angry as he was. 

“You know, you two deserve eachother. I can’t believe the two of you” Jimin says, pushing Taehyung off of him and stared him down. Taehyung simply shook his head and jolted to the elevator, looking panicked. 

Jimin scoffed, finally getting into this car and driving off. He knew he probably shouldn’t be driving in this stage, so he pulled over in the very next street. trying to calm himself down. Thankfully, he had tinted windows and he could sit there in peace. Or at least try to.

After a couple of minutes of just sitting there, Li-ah called. “Hey babe, where are you?” she asked. 

“Oh.. I just came out to get some food. You called just in time, what do you want babe?” he asked, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just have a big fight with both you and Taehyung. 

“Hm.. can you get me that avocado toast from that one place we go to?” she asked. As she was talking, he could hear sirens getting closer and closer, until they stopped. 

“You said avocado toast? Sorry, I can’t really hear with the sirents. but sure babe, I’ll see you in a bit” Jimin says, hanging up. He feels his pocked for his wallet, only to find nothing. He swore he brought it, he always did. He did a quick search of his car, only to find nothing. Maybe it fell out when Taehyung had pushed him? Sighing, Jimin turned the car back around to the garage of your apartment complex. 

Luckily, the spot he was in was still open and his wallet in fact had fallen out when Jimin stepped out. “Stupid Taehyung” he muttered. 

Jimin was about to step back into the car when he saw the ambulance parked by the entrance to your apartment. There was a paramedic standing by the elevator and Jimin watched on with curiousity. 

He didn’t know why he stayed, what pulled him to stay there when he should have been on his way to get some stupid toast, but when the elevator doors opened the the gurney had come out, it was as if time stopped. 

His legs took over before his mind processed what he had saw. Before he knew it, he was already at your side, laying unconscious on top of the gurney, with Taehyung on the other side looking scared and panicked. 

“y/n.. Y/n.. what happened?” Jimin said, finally, helping the paramedics get the gurney through the door. 

“Sir, i’m going to need you to step aside please” the paramedic said, trying to get you to the hospital soon. “Mr. Kim, will you be riding with us?” the same paramedic asked as he turned to Taehyung. 

“Yes of course” Taehyung said. 

“Taehyung what happened, please” Jimin pleased. “What happened to her? Is..is it because of me?” Jimin asked, tears forming in his eyes at the sight of you laying there. 

“YES” Taehyung yelled. “YOU ARE SO FULL OF IT THAT YOU COULDN’T EVEN SEE YOUR SO CALLED BEST FRIEND SUFFER THIS WHOLE TIME. NOT WHEN SHE SO CLEARLY HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU. AND NOT NOW WHEN SHES SICK WITH CANCER” Taehyung yelled before pushing Jimin away getting into the ambulance and closing the door shut. 

Jimin stood there, watching as the ambulance pulled out of the garage, absolutely speechless. Breathless. 

A/N: do y’all even remember who I am omg. I’m so sorry for not posting for so long, and I’m even more sorry that I didn’t post one of the other parts of the series first. But I just felt like writing this. Let me know if know if you want one with Jimin’s POV and an ending to this. If not, I’m just going to leave it at this... :D 

[dayasbun]

Fame - Angus Cloud (4)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 {reading now}

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“Fuck right there- Oh my god please-” You moaned holding his hair. “You never had anyone eat your pussy like this before right?” he said eating deeper as you moaned and squirmed. “Only you baby, this pussy is only you-”

“Yo wake the fuck up, you making weird noises and shit.”

You sat up taking in a deep breath and inspected your surroundings. There stood a worried Angus with a mug in his hand. “I'm fine...” you said quite unconvincingly.

“You sure? I went to make you some tea and came back to you rolling around and groaning and shit, thought that strange netflix monster had come to you or sum.”

“The demogorgan-”

“Yeah that shit!” He sat next to you on the edge of the bed. “Nightmare?” he asked softly as he handed you the tea.

“Well not exactly...” You took the warm mug and took in a long swig of the warm goodness. It's not like you were just going to openly tell him ‘Oh no, I just had a dream about you eating me out and I loved every second of it.’ “Actually yeah, a nightmare.” you lied.

“I hate those, what was yours about?”

“I...a monster ate me alive and I couldn't stop it.”

Angus shook his head. “Damn mamas, I’m sorry. Those suck, I know its like 2 pm, but let’s eat some breakfast and try to forget about it.”

You nodded standing up and stretching “Thanks...for the tea.”

“Of course, don’t girls love tea? Ion know, I don't really be sleeping with girls that often.” He chuckled walking into the small kitchen.

“Tea is amazing!” You exclaimed, following him and sitting on the counter. “I love tea in all seasons, it has so many benefits.”

“Yeah? What’s some of them benefits.”

“Well green tea has amazing antioxidants, and is a more naturally caffeinated drink than coffee- with not as many negative results. But don't get me wrong, I really do love my coffee- anyway! Tea can help straighten and strengthen bones, brighten your smile, and help you lose weight!!”

“Oh wow.” He laughed “I didn't even care about all that tea shit, just wanted to hear your voice. But it was actually kinda interesting.”

“Yeah- and don't worry about a lack of my voice, I never shut up.”

“You right about that; but before you get all defensive, its aight. I like hearing you blab off about random stuff ion care about.”

You felt your face grow hot as you stifled a giggle that wanted to come out. “Thank you. I think I talk too much, but hey, can't really stop it y’know?” Angus nodded as he cracked 5 eggs into a pan. “You just be going off about stuff- actually you was sleep talking a little bit.”

Fuck.

“Yeah? What was I saying?” you asked innocently, hoping he didn't say what he was most definitely about to say.

“Well it was when you had that nightmare. Was the monster a cow or sum? Cuz you kept saying ‘Angus’ so like.” He turned to look at you “I figure it wasn’t me, but it was probably like...some beef monster.”

“Oh yeah, for sure a beef monster.”

“And that beef monster was eating you huh?”

You smoothly tucked your hair behind your ear and nodded with a sweet smile “Mhm.”

Angus gave you a quick up and down look before turning around and continuing to scramble the eggs. You had to change the current topic or you'd die of embarrassment, so you decided to bring up the topic of the show instead. “Do you know which scenes we’re filming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, no sex scenes until next week. Tomorrow they finna do you coming back and me reminiscing on the old times.”

“Okay cool. I have those lines down, pretty simple...” You mumbled.

“Yeah me too.”

A butcher knife couldn't even cut the tension in the room right now. Fuck, a chainsaw couldn't either.

“So like... I’m gonna go change and I'll be right back? Sound good?”

“You can wear summa my stuff. If you want- you don’t got to i'm just offering.”

“Oh that'd be great thanks! You know my trailer is just so far away!” You joked, knowing that it was only next door. You hopped off of the counter and followed him back into the room you two had just come out of.

“You just want one big shirt? Girls be doing that alot nowadays.”

“Yeah, thanks that'd be great...”

“So the biggest shirt I got got some barbecue stains on it- ignore it. I just went off on some spicy wings the other day-”

You burst out laughing and sat on the bed “Gus it’s fine, gimme!” You pulled your shirt off and held out your hands. He turned back around to find you only in your bra and shorts.

“Yooooo-”

“Its fine, we have to be completely naked with each other next week. Titties are just titties.” You took the shirt out of his hands and put it on. After pulling off the shorts that you wore underneath the shirt; that was more like a dress- and folding them, you walked back into the kitchen and reclaimed your spot on the counter.

“Well I know one problem we won't have!” You stated with a smirk.

“Yeah, and what's that?”

“Drake was worried you wouldn't be able to ‘get it up’...but honestly, I don’t think it'll be too hard.”

“Why you think that?”

“Look down.”

Sure, Angus wouldn't let you live down the wet dream you had about him for quite a while, but you'd never let him live down the boner he got- just from seeing you in a bra.

+

“So. Let's get to the real real.” Storm said pulling her knees up to her chest with a grin. “What the hell is going on with you and Angus?”

You, Storm and Daya were hanging in your trailer. You three were the only girls that didn't have scenes to film right now, Alexia, Barbie and the rest of the female cast were shooting night scenes. They had helped you set up the place to seem more homey, and now the newly formed trio you were a part of was in your bed with microwave popcorn, juicy juice, and twizzlers.

“Nothing Storm! Actually nothing I-”

“Nope, don't do that.” Z quickly cut you off. “Everyone can see it, it’s like what everyone on set talks about.”

“What?-”

“Plus, he talks about you too much, and you do the same with him! Earlier I said I wanted to pop some microwave popcorn and you started telling me about some conspiracy he told you about popcorn and microwaves, how they’re a secret way in for the government- like girl! Don't tell me you're so whipped that you're out here believing this stuff!”

“OKAY! Okay! I get it...look Gus is-”

“Gus?! You call him Gus?”

“Yeah?-”

“He literally hates that nickname with a passion. He gotta love you.” Storm chuckled grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Okay well Angus is cute. He’s sweet and funny and caring- BUT. I won’t let anything happen between us, it’s like...business. This field is acting- and I don't think it would be good for us to do anything more, especially during filming.”

Z sighed. “Falling for your costars is weird.”

“Yeah.” Storm chimed in. “Our girl Daya been there and done that...but it never really affected her acting. She's so talented that she could keep it hidden off screen and focus on her character. I mean I know you talented Y/N...but you not my big sis like Z, so I don't really know how you'd be able to deal with it yet. Drake already seemed a bit iffy about it because he could tell you two had a little something going, but the thing comforting him is y'all are talented. So he knows you can do it- I know you can too.”

“Yeah he sent us a letter about it...it's just hard. I can't lose this role, I've come so far.”

“I don't think you’ll lose it. I think you'll be fine. Just keep a business mindset when on set. What goes on off screen and behind closed doors is your business, girl. Drake or nobody can stop that- Jesus can't even stop that!”

You and Storm giggled at Zendaya’s last comment. “Yeah yeah yeah...okay I get it guys. I got this- period.”

“Period.”

“Period...So were you one of those girls that watched all the Fez scene compilations on Youtube and drooled?” Storm teased you.

“No!” You said firmly, knowing you were lying.

“Oh she definitely was.”

“I wasn't!”

“I just don't see it! Angus is just not attractive to me, he looks like one of those guys that stop you at the gas station with a ghetto ass group of friends- he rubs his hands together and then screams ‘Hey baby lemme get yo numbaaaa!!!!’“

In response, you practically fell over laughing “Stoppp no!”

The rest of the night was filled with giggles and whispers, and by 1 AM, you, Z, and Storm were all huddled up in your little twin trailer bed. They snored softly but you couldn't seem to sleep. Just as you were .1 seconds away from drifting off, your phone buzzed next to you.

Angus☁️: u uppppp

-oh wow yeah that's not the most fboy thing ever to send at 1:27 am

Angus☁️:  see all you had to say was yes you didn't have to do allat

-can i help you mr cloud

Angus☁️: what typa help you offering?

-whatever help you need.

Angus☁️: you finna have some more beef dreams tonight?

-you finna get a boner if you see me in my bra again?

Angus☁️: maybe.

-then i'll say maybe too.

Angus☁️: you're too much

-i know i am, did you film today?

Angus☁️: ye i had some scenes wit jacob

-wit

Angus☁️: leave me alone

-you texted me

-and wow you sound really mature rn not at all like a five year old

Angus☁️: if i was w you rn id make you regret that

-was that supposed to be a threat or a way to try to make me sext

Angus☁️: both

-you should go text all the hoes you have waiting for you at home

Angus☁️: im texting them at the same time

-boy...

Angus☁️: im plAyin

Angus☁️: only you :)

-getting soft???

Angus☁️: no and i wish this was instagram dms so i could unsend it fuck

-fuck

Angus☁️: thats another thing you was saying during your ‘nightmare’

-STOP NO I WAS NOT

Angus☁️: yeah i know you wasnt lmao i just like messing w you

-you can mess w me whenever you want to

Angus☁️: oh bet????

-goodnight angus

Angus☁️: nah i want you to tell me about me messing w you

Angus☁️: damn you really left

Angus☁️: thats wrong 

Angus☁️: doing me dirty

-GTS MY PHONE KEEPS GOING OFF

Angus☁️: then put it on silent?

-NO

Angus☁️: ill stop being annoying if you come over here

-i cant, im w z and storm too

Angus☁️: shit okay well it was worth a shot

-why, what was you planning to do

Angus☁️: cuddle

-its fr time for you to go bed, i think your sleepiness is making you too soft and taking the hood away

Angus☁️: goodnight

-goodnight

Angus☁️: gn

-gn

Angus☁️: night

-night

Angus☁️: GOODNIGHT

-OKAY GN

Angus☁️: STOP REPLYING

Angus☁️: night

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[what-the--curtains]

Braving the Elements

Chapter 21: Word Gets Out

Part 1/2

Tw: Swearing, mentions of sex,

Authors notes: artistically consitipated sorry things are taken so looonggggg

Part 1/2 You’re in the greenhouse unsuccessfully growing a jade plant. Bucky’s behaviour from last night was still weighing heavily on your mind and it was always harder to grow stuff when you were distracted. The more you try to forget about it the more you end up thinking about it. Sure you were flirting with someone else, but you had to, it was your job that night and you knew he had to play his part, but what purpose did he think hitting on anything that moved was serving. Seeing the jade plant suffering from your inner turmoil you stop, opting to stare aimlessly out the window instead.

“Thought I might find you in here.” You’re too glazed over to turn around but you know the voice belongs to Bucky. He sits down next to you using his hand to gently draw your gaze to him, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes a few times bringing you back to reality.

“Hey” you say curtly

“You okay” he asks, you shrug turning to look back out the window.

“Hey, Y/N, talk to me, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, trying and failing to mask his concern.

“Last night, I want you to know that everything that happened with Max, it was all an act. You know that right?” you ask glancing back to him.

“In theory.” He says avoiding your gaze, suddenly looking a mixture of guilty and despondent.

“Then what the hell were you doing with all those women? I know you had to act the part, but you coulda eased up a bit.” You can feel a lump forming in your throat about half way through the sentence.

“I don’t know.” He says quietly

“That’s not really an answer.” You snap back

“I know, It’s just, seeing you with him, acting like you did when you’re with me I just… I thought… I got in my own head and I acted out In the most immature way possible. I’m sorry.”

“Well at least it’s an explanation, even if it’s a shitty one.” You say turning abc to the window “Look, my whole life men have been playing games with me, I’m sick of it. I’m tired James, fucking exhausted in fact. Which brings me to my next point.” You say.

“Fuck are you breaking up with me?” he asks, you’re taken aback by the question. Turning around you see he’s staring straight at you, concern plastered in his face.

“No! “ you reassure him “At least not yet.” You say with a smile trying to lighten the mood but to no avail.

“Last night you said don’t worry. Why?”

“Well, I know you don’t want to tell people about us and I don’t mind so I…” he starts.

“What?” you interrupt him

“What do you mean what?” He asks, just as surprised as you.

“Jesus I thought you wanted to keep it a secret cause you didn’t want the world to know you were with a mutant.” you laugh, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“No not at all I thought you didn’t want to be seen with me because I’m a murderous ex assassin.” He says chuckling and looking relieved

“Fuck here I was ready to say that I needed more from this. That I couldn’t carry on in secret I wanted other people to know.” Suddenly the jade plant you had been working on develops in full, fuelled by your happiness. He laughs wrapping his arm around you, you rest your head on his chest.

“You sure?” you ask, after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“That you wanna be with someone like me? A mutant. I mean it’s acceptable now, but James,” you stop failing to find the words.

“The only person whose opinion on the matter I care about is yours.” You feel like you can finally breathe.

“You mean it?” you say smiling up at him.

“Ya, you’re not getting rid of me that easily! So how do you wanna tell everyone Cake reveal, sex in the living room, email chain?”

“Okay I know I just said I wanted to tell people, but wouldn’t it be so much more fun if we wait to see how long it takes for them to figure out.” You say

“You’re an evil genius!” he says, kissing you.

The next few weeks were extremely fun. Turns out once the constant fear of being discovered was gone both of you were much more relaxed. Not to mention well rested now you didn’t have to set alarms for 5:00AM. Initially, you thought that would be how you two were discovered, but turns out Sam’s not nearly as observant as he pretends to be considering he’d walked into Bucky's room twice to get him for a run and failed to notice your body under the covers next to him. After that you two decide to step it up a notch, by getting much more touchy feely with each other in the common areas. Placing his hand on your lower back to reach for a glass, him making you breakfast or vice versa, you using his special coffee mug.

“He’s gonna kill you if he see you drinking out of that” Sam says nonchalantly while reading the news

“You wanna bet?” you say sipping out of the mug

“Seriously he threw my wallet out the window when I tried to use it once”.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen The Princess Bride ” you say standing by the microwave waiting for the popcorn to be done.

“Seriously guys, where is your culture.” Peter asks Steve, Bucky and Vision. The microwave dings. Nat turns off the lights and curls up into Steve while Vision starts the movie. You make your way over handing the bowl to Wanda as you climb over her and into the spot directly above where Bucky is sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the couch. You rest your legs down over his shoulders. Half way through the movie you start to braid his hair and he gently rubs your lower legs gently causing Wanda and Nat to shoot a confused look your way. You know they’re looking, but you keep staring at the screen. Neither of them say anything to you, but you do overhear them casually chatting about it in the kitchen the next day.

“Do you think they’re doing it?” Nat asks.

“I mean it seems like it, but she used to braid my hair when we’d watch movies so maybe it’s just a force of habit.” Wanda replies.

“Ya, but Barnes doesn’t let people touch his hair, ever.” Nat retorts

“I mean they did sleep together in Russia so maybe?” Wanda says scrunching her face trying to figure it out.

A few days pass and they haven’t brought it up to you so you move on to phase 3.

[jackstoney]

My relationship with the “abusive wife”

Maaaaan this is gonna be a loong explanation, but with the recent shit that has been going down between her and her current husband, I feel like I have to speak up, just to give further context that this woman IS indeed very manipulative, if not straight up abusive… I can personally attest to it.

Now, I don’t wanna breach her privacy too much, because I feel like all people deserve at least some privacy, and i’m not sure if she’s ever said her real name on here, so I’m gonna refer to her as Mel for the remainder of this post.

I had been friends with Mel for over 3 years before we started dating. I met her when she was 14, and I was 16… for those 3 years we never really did much other than talk to each other and draw each other art, but we were still very close, and I never felt as if she was an abusive person whatsoever because she never really exhibited that type of behavior… all I knew is that she was VERY childish, but again, that didn’t really bother me.

March of 2017, I ask her to be my girlfriend… It didn’t happen right away because her mother wasn’t to sure of me, considering the fact that we were merely online friends (and she was also 17 at the time, only a month away from being 18) But eventually, we ended up as a couple on Saint Patricks Day.

A couple months pass, we’re staying up really late talking to each other pretty much every night, sending each other things in the mail, just doing regular shit that couples would do in long distance relationships.

In May 2017, her mother buys me a plane ticket to Ohio so that I could visit her for 2 weeks for her high school graduation, it was pretty much her “graduation present.” I ended up flying from California to Ohio all by myself to meet this girl who I thought I was in love with, but this is where things start to go downhill….

Mel was a very, and I mean VEEEERY clingy person. She barely ever left my side, barely ever let go of me in general, constantly wanted to kiss me, said “I love you” every 15 minutes… In the beginning this didn’t really bother me, but after 2 straight weeks of this constant behavior it became VERY exhausting.

Along with the clinginess, came her childishness. She was VEEEERY childish, despite the fact that she was 18 at this point, not 14. She had a stuffed dog named Andrew that she legitimately pretended was one of her best friends and constantly carried around as some sort of comfort, which kinda weirded me out because I would think that an 18 year old DOESN’T need to carry around a stuffed animal with them at all times. There was also the time when me and her went to Build a Bear workshop together and I made her a Rocket Raccoon plush, which I jokingly started calling “our son” because we made him together. Well, she got REEEALLY into that and pretty much turned it into a serious thing… that was when I started to feel legitimately uncomfortable.

I remember, for like the entire last week of our visit together, every single night in our hotel room i’d have to just lay in bed and comfort her because she would constantly cry about the fact that I was going home in “Just 1 week” or “Just 4 days” and so on. She had a hard time living in the moment and focusing on the fact that I was still there in that moment, and instead focused on the fact that I was leaving soon. Even though I loved her at that point, and wanted to comfort her, I couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed at the fact that this was a CONSTANT THING for an entire week… Just laying in bed, listening to her cry, clinging to me and not letting go for hours… it was just an uncomfortable experience.

About 2 nights before I had to leave, I had a panic attack in our room due to some personal issues, and i’m prone to anxiety so those tend to happen. Melissa wanted to hold me and constantly say things to me, but when i’m anxious those types of things do not help me AT ALL. I had to tell her multiple times in a shaky voice “Mel, when i’m feeling this way, the best thing to do is leave me alone and let me get through it”. Well… Mel didn’t like that very much. She began to breathe heavily, seemingly out of nowhere, and she said “I’m sorry Jack, I don’t know if this is gonna work out… I don’t think this can work” Then suddenly curled up into a ball and started profusely hyperventilating… I don’t like to sit here and claim this because i’m still not sure, but I feel like she was faking a panic attack to manipulate me… the whole thing seemed very forced. It was as if she had a fake panic attack just to turn everything around and make me comfort her… I kinda just had to force myself out of my panic attack (which didn’t entirely happen, I was still panicking) and tell her to breathe deeply, which somehow got her panic attack to end almost immediately… it was very fishy.

The day finally comes where I have to leave, of course she cried her eyes out in the airport, I get on the plane, make it back to california, yada yada.

But then… once I get home, she decides to send me this VERY long paragraph about how mad she was at me because she pretty much thought I was talking shit about her behind her back because I wouldn’t let her look at my phone. The reason I wouldn’t let her look is because, instead of asking, she would randomly try to peek at what I was doing and I would turn my phone away from her because I wanted her to respect my privacy. I ALWAYS respected hers. This caused me to stop talking to her altogether for a while.

When I got back to california, I was dealing with alot of life problems. I was constantly looking for a job to pay rent, and I ended up being very depressed for almost a month after the trip ended because I felt like life was going downhill… and I also found myself kind of ignoring melissa because she wasn’t making me happy at that point, and because of the whole privacy thing. I was only able to associate her with clinginess and annoyance because of what I had experienced in her presence. So, with that, on July 9, 2017, I broke up with Mel. but I had to send her voice messages to do it because I KNEW that if I did it over a call, she would freak out, hurl insults at me, and use her signature line “You knew what this was going to do to me, and you did it anyways!” basically manipulating me into feeling like the bad guy because I was having life problems and couldn’t even take care of myself enough to constantly babysit her anymore.

2 months pass, I end up missing her alot, and I message her again. I pretty much give in and act like the bad guy in the situation to get her to forgive me.. I literally cried my eyes out to her over the phone she was eating that shit up, hurling more insults at me as I cried to her over the phone how sorry I was. She told me that, after we broke up, I caused her to do the following things: -Use my Old Spice shampoo that I left in Ohio because it reminded her of me, but it ended up destroying her hair

-Burnt popcorn in the microwave and ended up calling the fire department because she was scared

-Acted like a zombie and started incorporating traits of my personality into her own, pretty much turning into a “Mini Jack” because she missed me

Just… so much bullshit. She’s the worst at coping with things and actively does things to make the coping process worse for herself, yet she’ll just blame it on the other person.

Eventually, things settle down, we become friends again, but… Dillon is back in her life, and she was thinking about dating him again. Yes, Dillon is her current husband which went missing recently.

Throughout the next month, she went back and forth between dating me and Dillon because she was indecisive… and eventually, I grew so tired of it that I decided to just break everything off entirely and tell her that i’m done dating her for good. That apparently sent her into multiple panic attacks and caused her to go to the hospital (or so she told me… most likely a manipulation tactic) and again just resulted to hurling insults as me… and so, that ended my association with Mel. I broke everything off with her entirely, didn’t even wanna be friends with her anymore. I was done.

Literally only a month after I stopped talking to her, she got engaged to Dillon. I had no idea that they had even gotten married yet, and I had no idea that their marriage was even going this bad… last time I heard, they were doing just fine together… Dillon was apparently the love of her life, and even Dillon was happy with everything.

Now, Dillon was never personally nice to me, so I was never that fond of him, but now realizing that Melissa has been possibly even WORSE to him than she was to me, causing him to want to run away without saying a word…. I feel his pain. Honestly I hope he’s able to escape the marriage somehow unscathed, because knowing Mel… she’ll probably do everything in her power to fuck up his life. She’s very petty in that sense.

Anyways, long story short, Mel is not a good person to be in any type of serious relationship with. I hope I was able to convey everything properly, and there are some things I left out of this because I don’t wanna completely destroy Mel’s reputation, despite her being an abusive person, and for the privacy of others as well. There is really so much I could say about her to completely destroy her. But just be aware, she’s not a good person. She has major problems… Actually, major is an understatement.

[draconida]

Shance Fic Recs

Well, while I was in my AO3 profile, I realized how many bookmarks I have! So I've decided to make fic recommendation lists.   [This list will have other parts, and I include fics with Kuro and Sven]

1- Black to Blue by PuppetMaster55

Lance, the undisputed (no longer, since he finally got the team to stop questioning his position like a month ago) leader of Voltron finds himself in the absolute strangest scenario: being the Blue Paladin.

Lance, still finding his place on team Voltron, wakes up to the weirdest world: one where he's the Black Paladin.

OR, I take a universe where Lance was always the Black Paladin and have him swap bodies with canon Lance, throwing both sets of teams for a trip.

[This fic is the beginning of a series in process, super recommended]

2- Black & Blue by starboyshiro (this author writes a lot of love to Shiro)

“Something wrong, babe? Did you have a bad day or something?” Shiro asks, plopping down on the couch next to Lance.

“Nothing happened, I'm just looking at all of these cute cats thinking about how much I want one, but can't have one.” Lance frowns, resting his head on Shiro's shoulder as he continues to scroll through Instagram.

Shiro can't stand to see his boyfriend upset. That's been a proven fact since Day One of their relationship. It's only natural that when Lance mentions his disappointment at never owning a cat, Shiro goes above and beyond to cheer him up…

3- I Fold by starboyshiro [Explicit]

“Do you even know who I am?”

“Am I supposed to?”

“Most people around here do.”

An intense poker game turns into a rather steamy night. Can this scrawny grad student handle the force of the famous journalist Takashi Shirogane?

4- Is That A Bowl Of Popcorn In Your Lap Or Are You Just Happy To See Me? by munchiesafterdark [Explicit]

“How many bags should I do?” Shiro called, waving the four unopened packs in his hand at Lance questioningly.

“I think two should be fine,” Lance shrugged. “We can always pop more if… we…” He trailed off, train of thought vacating the station as Shiro turned his back to him to put the remaining packs of popcorn into the cabinets. His hips swayed to an unheard rhythm, defined muscles flexing as he reached up and slid the popcorn into place on the top shelf. Lance’s eyes trailed down to the V of his back, the sweats hanging low enough for him to spot the curve of his round ass. Yet another anomaly of those pants was the manner in which they accentuated his bottom while still remaining baggy around his legs.

The obnoxious ding of the microwave nearly startled Lance out of his skin. His shift on the couch must have been audible, Shiro raised a brow at him over his shoulder, a cocky smirk crossing his lips as he leaned over to retrieve the finished bag of popcorn.

Fuck, he was toying with him! Well, two could play that game!

5- Nasty Smoothie by strawberrylovely

Lance works in a smoothie shop. Twice a week, a certain customer comes in and orders a nasty smoothie. Lance is head over heels.

6- A Hit and A Miss (tletoe) by strawberrylovely

Basically, Lance goes to a party with Hunk and blows his friend a kiss. However, he wasn’t expecting the cute stranger standing in front of Hunk to think the kiss was for him.

7- you should let me (love you) by godsensei

There’s something in the bathtub. Suddenly, Lance is pissed at his past self for watching so many horror movies with creepy shower scenes. He’s certainly too young and beautiful to die like this, right?

Right, totally.

He hesitates, but creeps forward, peeking slowly behind the curtain.

Hm. There’s a hot guy in there.

8- just call me daddy by proletaricat [Explicit and omegaverse]

It's the typical a/b/o story - someone's off their suppressants, surprise heats, bam sex! Except this time Lance escapes capture with the help of Hunk and Shiro has to apologize for his behavior later, interrupting Lance in the middle of his Altean telenovela. Then they bang. It's... it's basically just a PWP with daddy kink and knotting.

9- Sometimes Playing Around with the Occult Can Turn Out Well (Like... REALLY well) by gorgawesome [Explicit]

Lance had the best costume prepared for this Halloween Party. He was totally gonna slay and finally get laid for the first time in MONTHS!

Except it's Halloween Night and he's stuck looking after the family bookstore, because local robberies or something. Honestly? He was too busy pouting to be listening.

Can an awful, boring night turn for the better? Yes. Yes, it can.

10- I found religion between your thighs by KillTheDirector [in process]

He had been topside for over four decades, enjoying the freedom he never had down in the pit. Routines were established then broken then reestablished, but Shiro abided by them because that’s what kept him alive.

Then he met a witch that was more suited to being an incubus than him.

11- One Symbol Off by Silas_Writes [Explicit]

anonymous whispered: Incubus/succubus shiro and witch lance use summoning circles and potions inappropriately

12- To Seduce the Seducer by singtolife [Explicit]

At a college party, Shiro meets Lance, and they hit it off immediately. Only to find out after they have sex that this amazingly sexy guy was a little too good to be true.

13- Blue Skies in Stockholm by Shanced [Explicit, non-con and Kuro]

Lance gets captured by Shiro (who was fused with Kuro by Haggar) and the rest is self indulgent kinky sex. Lance gets raped and wrecked by Shiro and develops Stockholm syndrome, or the likes of it, Shiro can apparently unfuse with Kuro and they have a really good time.

14- Treadmill by kitausu

At 2 minutes of torture in, Lance heard the buzz/click noise of someone’s electronic key activating and opening the door to the gym. And of course, because this was Lance’s life, Hunk had pushed him onto a treadmill with a mirror right in front, affording him an absolutely stunning view of the man walking through the door.

Had Lance loved till now? He was pretty sure that he had never even felt an emotion before seeing the beautiful male specimen reflected beside his face in the mirror.

or, Lance waxes poetic about Shiro's everything, and Hunk set it all up in the first place.

15- Black & Blue & Red All Over by thesynapticsnap

When Lance shows up to the gym with a limp and covered in bruises, Shiro assumes the worst (spoiler: It’s nothing bad! Nor anything kinky, surprisingly).

16- Car Door Blues by ShiekahKami

Shiro never would have expected that accidentally knocking that cute guy out could change his life for the better.

17- Give It a Shance by YonaDawn [in process]

The domestic life of Shance. At least until they become Twitter and Youtube famous. Then it's a wild domestic life.

18- Bowling for Balls? by EllaAniMine

They were just supposed to be bowling... It was harmless fun, or it was supposed to be.

Lance thought he was being funny, but a message that was supposed to be a joke was sent, and now Lance isn't laughing.

19- llévame si quieres by kalakauuas

Shiro takes his dogs to the park and meets the world’s cutest uncle and his niece.

"Lance and his little niece, petting Shiro’s dog, looking soft and serene; it’s like nothing could ever be truly wrong in the world if this is able to happen. What Shiro wouldn’t give to have this sight in front of him over and over again. He scratches Sirius behind the ears, and gets a reassuring lick in return as an act of solidarity. You’ve got this. Man’s best friend, for real."

20- (Mg,Fe2+)2(Mg,Fe2+)5Si8O22(OH)2 by starboyshiro

Lance and Shiro decided to expand their little family and adopt a dog. What they name him is rather questionable.

21- You're Worth More by AbandonedLibrary

Lance wanted to prove his pod his worth after that jackass rolo came in with black pearls in hand.

As the pearl expert in the group he needed to keep his name sake.

Though... Lance learned there are things worth more than pretty pearls.

22- Curiosity Caught a Cat by c0cunt

Shiro has been distancing himself from his friends and family for a long time. All he really has now is Matt's cat, Zekrom. At least, until a man crashes into his balcony to pet his cat.

23- Head Over Heels by saecchii [Kemonomimi and Explicit]

Shiro gains a new roommate, who he is absolutely smitten with.

24- Stray Cats by kitausu

Lance is really enamored with the cute guy who keeps coming into his pet store and buying WAY too much cat food.

or, Shiro moves into a new apartment and sees how many strays there are in the parking lot and just HAS to feed them.

25- Kiss the Bees by kitausu

Lance is smitten with the beekeeper next door.

26- BlueVoice by kitausu [Explicit]

Lance runs a relatively popular voice RP blog and one day hears his own voice coming out of the headphones of the really hot guy next to him at the gym.

27- Change of Plans by kitausu

When Shiro is left at the alter, he decides to go on his honeymoon alone. Enter Lance, the man Shiro had hired to take him and his would-be bride on a month long tour of Europe.

28- To The Grooms by AChapterCanBeABook

There is no better way to celebrate the best day of your life than reminiscing with the people who you love the most and who have been with you through nearly every step in your life. Let's not forget a little bit of embarrassment which goes along with best men speeches, especially if your best man is your brother and the other best man is his accomplice in this whole thing. nevertheless, it doesn't fail in livening up a wedding as well as making in just that much more sentimental.

29- Tell the Truth by thesynapticsnap

Lance is bitten by a 'love bug', turning him into a blushing, stammering mess around his crush- Shiro. Shiro helps him deal with the negative side effects, learning more about Lance's crush and considering his own feelings as they talk.

30- Guess Again by thesynapticsnap

Keith confronts Lance about something he witnessed during a team mind-melding exercise…too bad he’s got the wrong culprit.

31- Smooth by thesynapticsnap

Lance’s first meeting with Shiro doesn’t go as planned – it turns out so much better than he expected.

32- Blind Date by kitausu

“What’s the crisis? I thought you had a blind date? Didn’t go well?”

Lance wailed, collapsing into the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“Yesss, Hunk. He’s too handsome. He’s just so hot. You would not believe what he did to me. I still can’t believe it.”

or, Lance goes on a blind date and can't handle how hot Shiro is.

33- SandMan by Might_suck_but_thats_ok

Shiro goes on a blind date with Lance.

34- Lucky by zombiegardener

Shiro accidentally tells Keith that he's dating one of his frenemies from high school over a Saturday morning phone call, because how is this his life?

35- Boundaries by zombiegardener

It's really hard to keep a relationship secret when you're making out in the middle of a hallway.

36- beauty queen on the silver screen (living life like i'm in a dream) by heavenlyrare

What do you give to someone who already holds the world in their palms?

OR

The sweaters Shiro’s mom knits him every Christmas actually serves a greater purpose for once.

37- Text Me by strawberrylovely

Shiro, trying to get away from two girls who won't stop flirting with him, sits down next to a stranger who he pretends is his boyfriend. The stranger, who has pretty blue eyes, goes along with it.

38- Undateable by strawberrylovely

Lance just wishes someone would date him. Shiro offers to do just that.

39- Black Friday by strawberrylovely

Lance is gonna get that stand mixer. Unless of course a handsome stranger gets to it first.

40- Midnight Tradition by strawberrylovely

Lance goes to a New Years party and meets a guy named Shiro. They may be strangers, but they kiss at midnight anyway. After the party, Lance doesn’t think he’ll ever see Shiro again. That is until the next New Years party when the two meet again and a tradition starts.

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[mistymark]

the boyfriend one. [donghyuck]

part of the NCT boyfriend series // lee donghyuck // 1.0k

the sUN

a baby boi™

adores you so much like he’s always grinning whenever you're with him

you have the same sense of humour

sUper teasing

like roasting each other 24/7

*sarcasticaly* “nice job, babe” “nice face, ass!”

will tease you all the time but also knows his boundaries and when to stop

your knight in shining armour when the other boys try and roast you, bc only he can do that

can literally pick you out of a crowd in 0.4 seconds

LOVES making out w you

like 3746892398/10 favourite activity

SLUT FOR HUGS

especially loves front hugs where he can hold you tight against his body

always the last to let go

hes a thrower when it comes to hugs like

he’ll walk in the door and throw his bag to the side, toss his drink away, throw himself towards you in a miniature tackle

he really just wants to be in your arms and for you to be in his

swings his arm while you're holding hands whenever y’all walk anywhere bc he’s honestly just really happy

when he's had a shit day or is doubting himself, ur the only one he wants to talk to about it

feels absolutely and completely comfortable with you

likes to lie across the couch with his head in your lap, with u running your fingers through his hair

half the time he falls asleep

bites his lip when he wants to talk about anything to do with your relationship

he acts like you never kiss him

like

in a pouty, complaining way that makes it seem like ur not Providing

even tho y'all kiss all the time like what

DoDGEs yOuR kISsEs LiKe a LiL sHiT

until u get kinda annoyed and huffy

then he's all smiley bc he can tell you really want to kiss him

the only time he tells you he loves you is when he's mumbling it

probably against your lips

otherwise its very rare that he'd outright tell you

pretends to forget your birthday but in reality its engrained in his memory and is probably more excited for your birthday than you are

probably knows your parents’/siblings’/pets’ birthdays too

ur the most beautiful being on the planet according to him

the type to be like :o when you look really great

stunned

but also

he’ll want to tell you that you look beautiful but he’ll end up saying you look,,,, alright I guess

but you know what he means

his phone backgrounds are candid pics of you taken by the other members

lowkey blushes when u kiss his cheek

calls you ugly a lot even tho he's obviously lying

sleeps over at your place a lot bc he actually prefers it there

he really just likes sleeping w you tho

dances with you like a dork at any time of the day

in the kitchen at 2am when ur waiting for the microwave popcorn to finish for ur movie

hes waving his arms around and singing his heart out

speaking of singing

y’all would sing a lot together

not exactly singing

more like,,,,

screaming

doesnt care if he wakes up all the neighbours he LOVES this song and he's gonna scream it at the top of his lungs

“LEE DONGHYUCK MY NEIGHBOURS WILL HATE US” “they already do”

teaches you kpop dances then gets all blushy when u do them really well

highkey avoided eye contact with u when u danced to move by taemin

claims he helps you in the kitchen but all he does is stand next to you and cheer

“babe let me treat you to dinner” “hyuck the last time u said that doyoung took us out and paid” “this time is different!!!!!!” “how -.-” “....taeyongs paying”

you say his full name when he's being outrageous and it always makes him giggle

he just really wants to kiss you

whenever u get huffy or annoyed with him ,, he just kisses ur cheek and ur like ??????? what was I saying

calls you in between schedules to complain about the other members

“babeeeeeee mark threatened to throw me off the roof again :((((((((” “*yawn* mmm thats nice hyuckie” “HEY”

always gives really thoughtful gifts or really ridiculous gifts that make you go -.-

sometimes its both,, like he’ll give u a joke gift before his real one

just to be an annoying little shit a funny guy

“can I come over” “sure, what do u wanna do” “cuddle”

is absolutely Content with doing nothing as a date

most of your date nights are all nighters or movie marathons on the couch of your living room

he really just wants to cuddle :(((((

“hyuck I have to pee :((((” “no” “move pls I gotta go” “then hOLD IT”

falls asleep on FaceTime a lot

but u dont mind because he's really cute you screenshot all his ugly sleeping faces and send them to him in the morning

when ur in different timezones he sends u sweet good morning texts when its nighttime for u bc he thinks its funny

doesnt send sweet good morning texts when ur in the same timezone

recorded a special alarm of him yelling annoying phrases like “JCDJKDFJ GET UP BABE UR GONNA BE LATE AND ITLL BE HILARIOUS FOR EVERYONE” followed by frequent meowing sounds and Darth Vader impersonations

he sent the voice memo to you with the caption “so you can wake up to my voice uwu <3 xxx :)”

you should've known better

you constantly receive messages like “I can see you >:(” followed by “I thought that would be funny to get ur hopes up but now im sad bc I cant actually see u and I miss seeing ur ugly face up close” followed by “CONSOLE ME GODDAMMIT”

but no matter what you know he loves you so much

you always receive messages from the other dreamies that he's “whining about you too much I cant sleep” (jeno) and “he's being too dramatic can u call him or something I wanna play video games but he’s draped across the couch in what he calls a ‘lay of sadness’” (jaemin)

mark: im kicking him out he's coming to live with you

you: tell him I dont want him

ALL IN ALL YOU ROAST EACH OTHER BUT YOU HAVE SUCH A DEEP INVINCIBLE LOVE FOR EACH OTHER AND ITS REALLY CUTE BC UR BOTH SO HAPPY TOGETHER AND IM :’(

love and cherish him pls