#my swimming shorts are too big for me actually lol so i felt awkward in water but otherwise it was epic pogchamp

[gglitchshit]

Birthday week so far 😎🤌

Day 1: gender euphoria at the pool

Day 2: gender euphoria at the store

[the-bafflement-of-scotland-yard]

Allllllll of them for DinahBoose lofe !!!

them ;-;

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

1. How did they first meet?

The freight and coaches generally kept their distance from each other, but one day they were all stuck at a station because of a railway accident (C.B. may or may not have been the cause of that) and they got talking and hit it off immediately.

2. What was their first impression of each other?

C.B. thought that she was nice and too good for Greaseball, and that she should learn to stand up for herself. Dinah thought that he was sweet and innocent, ironically.

3. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

For a long time nobody even considered it because Dinah was with Greaseball and C.B. was very obviously gay, but once they noticed them getting a little more flustered around each other Buffy and Ashley started to ship them.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

C.B., but it gradually crept up on him; he only realised it when he was already crushing hard.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Dinah did, because she was convinced that C.B. is gay. He was convinced of that too, and as such kinda denied his feelings for her, though he didn't actively resist them, just misinterpreted them.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

At first both of them would laugh it off. By the time they're crushing they would really consider it, though.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Probably not that different. A little more lonely, though, especially for C.B. who was never good at confiding in someone. And Dinah would have had a harder time with Greaseball dumping her, but the other coaches would have cheered her up eventually.

GENERAL

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Dinah. It was kind of an accident.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Yes. It was a bit awkward while they were focused on it being a date, but once they got past that and just had fun together like they always do, it was great.

3. What was their first kiss like?

Very short lol

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

In most things no, though C.B. has never been in an actual relationship before.

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

C.B. is a few centimetres taller, they're both short. As for ages, they're probably kinda similar, maybe C.B. was manufactured a few years before Dinah.

6. What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

The other coaches are okay with C.B., he did lose their trust somewhat after the championship, but they all know that he's arguably been better to Dinah than Greaseball has ever been so they can eventually look past that. The freight like Dinah, though they're a bit salty about losing their fuckbuddy to her, especially Flat-Top.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

Depends on with whom they are. With the coaches or diesels it's Dinah cause she knows them better; with strangers it's C.B. cause he's better at making conversation and acting interested in others.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

C.B., because it's not easy seeing your girlfriend interact with her very handsome and muscular ex every day.

9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

C.B., obviously. In what pairing with him would he not be that?!?

LOVE

1. Who said “I love you” first?

Dinah.

2. What are their primary love languages?

C.B.: physical touch, acts of service. Dinah: acts of service, words of affirmation.

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

C.B. does, of course.

4. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

A lot, moderately. C.B. wouldn't mind being more public about it, but Dinah wants to keep it 'decent'.

5. Who initiates kisses?

Both of them, but Dinah wins.

6. Who’s the big and little spoon?

Usually C.B. is the big spoon, but occasionally they switch around.

7. What are their favourite things to do together?

They love just sitting around and gossiping or playing games, or swimming, or C.B. doing Dinah's hair.

8. Who’s better at comforting the other?

C.B. is. He wrote a whole fucking song for her, come on.

9. Who’s more protective?

Also C.B., because he sometimes feels like he has to compete with Greaseball.

10. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical, but they like verbal as well.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

There's Me, obviously. Other than that cause we just discussed it, Why Don't You Kiss Her? by Jesse McCartney.

12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Dee and Cee.

13. Who remembers the little things?

Both of them do. C.B. is slightly better at it, also cause Dinah absolutely loves it when he surprises her with something she mentioned once in passing cause Greaseball was a lot but attentive wasn't really on the list.

DOMESTIC LIFE

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Marriage doesn't exist in my universe, but if it would, C.B. would propose. Nothing big, but very sweet.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

It would be small and intimate, just close friends.

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

No kids, C.B. vetoed that. Luckily kids don't exist in my universe so it isn't an issue.

4. Do they have any pets?

C.B. is the pet.

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

Hyper-hypothetically C.B., he's got more backbone than Dinah.

6. Who worries the most?

Dinah. C.B. is more carefree.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

C.B., cause he knows no fear.

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

With the rest of the yard.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

C.B., he'll just hold out his hands and whine with big eyes and pouty lips and Dinah will give right in.

10. Who’s the better cook?

Dinah, obviously.

11. Who likes to dance?

Both of them.

[drethanramslay]

A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)

Word Count: 4.6 K words (yeah yeah its more than usual)

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: None, just some cursing

Author’s note: The next chapter is here and it is in Aisha’s POV!!

I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20​ and the prompt is heaven which you will find in bold. 

TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

- IIT, Delhi: It’s one of the most premier institute for engineering in India. Delhi campus is said to be the best one in the country. The majority of the Indian CEO’s like Google, at least have a degree of IIT under their belt. 

-ku'uipo: Sweetheart

-'Ae: Yes

- Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai: Child, focus on your studies, friends come and go (TBH this is the one line which maximum desi kids have heard while growing up. That's why we can be uh.. awkward in making new friends lol)

-Main kya gadhi hoon: I'm such a dumbass (side note: gadhi (female) actually means donkey in hindi)

-Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine: I have not seen a bigger asshole than this guy. (yes I love swearing in hindi and what about it)

Forgive me if i made any errors

10 YEARS AGO- AISHA'S POV

My fingers ran against the spines of the book, my head tilted as I searched for a new book to dive into.

"Found anything of your liking, Aisha?" Tina, the librarian asked, her kind eyes twinkling. The old librarian loved me because I always helped around in sorting the books or with checkout. She suggested that if I were to help her, she would pay me so I decided why not?

But the lack of people coming to the library and their constant need to be fake on social media, flexing about their looks instead of textbooks often left the library empty which consequently resulted in free time.

Not that I minded.

In that free time I would either catch up on my study assignments or I would read the books recently added to the collection be it fiction, politics, history, astronomy... I wasn't picky about the genres.

But lately, my attention is being drawn to medical journals and textbooks. Yes, I'm 16 and that its definitely not people my age do but, to be the person balancing on the tightrope between life and death, the person who stands between existence and heaven... it's just a beautiful paradox that I can't help be captivated by the concept.

That and my strengths are biology and chemistry so its just an added plus. So, I definitely dream of being a world class doctor. 

Not to brag, but I know all the pulse points in the body and can name the bones of the skull in my sleep. My parents don't know that because... let's say there is a reason why I stay out of home for the majority of the day.

Are we again going to go over this? I am sick and tired of your fucking indiscipline. How I wish you could be more like Aditya... Mama's voice rung in my ears which made me close my eyes and take a shuddering breath.

Now is not the time to think about how awful you are. I repeated it in my head like a mantra, making it a point to message my brother and rant about the newest development.

Despite our parents trying to pit me against bhaiya, we were thick as thieves. We always had each other's backs and we're there to cheer each other up. Whenever our parents would scream at any of us, we would wait until they fell asleep to do something to lift the other person up. Midnight feasts, movie binge or just cuddling and imagining a future where we were away from them... That always managed to cheer me up and I knew bhaiya enjoyed it too.

I don't think we fought that much either because we were pretty close in age, with only three and a half years difference. We are pretty like-minded and scientifically inclined only he was interested in computer engineering while I was fascinated by the engineering of the human body.

It sucked that he is in IIT, Delhi while I'm so far away. We still manage to video call irrespective of the time zones but it is not the same as having the comfort of your older brother.

"I think I will take this." I handed her a battered copy of Gray's anatomy.

Tina just gave a knowing smile and I checked out. I headed to the nearby Fleming Beach Park, which is one of the most popular beaches in Maui. It was a five-minute walk from the library and the majority of the school population used to come here to hang out in the evenings.

Not that I was paying any attention to my oblivious classmates.

I headed to Kimo's Beach Shack and the owner gave me a gentle smile.

"What will it be, ku'uipo? The usual?" They asked as they wiped their hand on the dishtowel.

"'Ae." I smiled at them and they started making my favourite drink- Strawberry milkshake.

Precariously balancing my bag, the drink in one hand and my wrist-thick library book under the armpit of my other hand, I headed to the quieter side of the beach, away from the raucous.

I settle down under the shade of the palm trees and lean back against the rocks, taking in the view around me. I could see people from my school roaming around in their swimming suits either playing volleyball or surfing. As I sipped my milkshake (looking like an absolute loner, must I add) my eyes drifted to their happy faces as the joked around, laughing and having fun with their friends.

The two concepts that are so unfamiliar to me.

When I was back in India, I had a good group of friends who I would hang out with and play basketball with. It was good but shifting to a new place can strain those relationships. I do follow them on social media but seeing them enjoying and doing the things which we used to do together, it causes my heart to ache.

And I never really tried making friends here in Maui because a) The people here didn't consider me as one of them and b) My parents kept on saying it is temporary so there was no point focusing on that. Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai. My dad told me the one night I decided to express my excessive loneliness.

Thanks papa, real helpful. I shook my head, sipping my drink as I carefully opened my library book.

"You look sad." A childish voice spoke up breaking me out from my melancholy. I looked up and saw a four-year-old girl, her doe-like eyes staring down at me. She was wearing a pink summer dress and a cute bow hairband, taming her light brown hair.

"Huh?"

"You look sad... and lonely."

"I am okay, keiki... Don't worry."

The kid's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "How did you know my name?"

My eyes widened. In the two years in Hawaii, I had learnt a little bit of Hawaiian and spoke in bits and pieces. And I'm pretty sure keiki meant 'child' in Hawaiian so you could imagine the shock I felt when her name was the literal translation of child.

Who the fuck names their child... child?

"A lucky guess. It is nice to meet you Keiki." She moved her hand forward and Keiki's hand clutched my big hand with her small ones shaking it. Her hand was as big as my palm.

"What's your name?" Keikie asked as she sat down next to me.

"I'm Aisha. And, what are you doing here all alone?"

"I came with my elder brother but he and his friends were playing and he forgot his promise to build a sandcastle with me. So I just went walking." She huffed and crossed her short arms across her chest.

"Well, your brother would be worried about you, won't he?" I asked as her eyes scan the crowd, looking for a guy who remotely looks like my little companion.

"Well, I think that's a go-good puni-shi-ment for him." She struggled with the big word.

Aisha chuckled and soon Keiki's giggles joined hers.

"You remind me of the times when I used to bother my elder brother like that. He would get so mad."

"Where is he now?" She asked as her hands fisted the sand, her eyes moving to look at the brunette.

"Well, he is in university, in a completely different country."

"Do you miss him?"

"A lot." I sighed. Her puppy eyes met mine and she reached to hold my elbow. I smiled down at her, appreciating the gesture. She opened her mouth to ask me more questions when we heard a commotion.

"KEIKI!! There you are!" A shout wafted towards us, interrupting Keiki. I saw a tall guy jogging towards us and when my eyes landed on him, I immediately recognized him.

Bryce Lahela. The golden boy of my school, with girls and guys falling for him, left, right, centre. And right now, he was approaching me completely shirtless, his abs glistening in the evening sun. He had a Polynesian tattoo wrapping around his left bicep and ending a little below his collarbone which had me feeling... uh thirsty?

Cool, cool, cool, just act like yourself.

Yeah as if that's helped you deal with your awkwardness. Her conscience snarked at her.

“Shut up.” I muttered to myself. But, I wasn’t subtle enough and Bryce turned towards me, a weird look in his eyes.

Off to a great start, Aisha. Keep up the good work. I mentally groaned as I went back to reading my library book. 

"Thank god Keiki you are okay... I was so worried." He kneeled and hugged her, immediately forgetting my weird mumblings. I could feel the body heat emanating from him and suddenly, the anatomy of the kidney seemed more interesting than the hot guy beside me.

"Its okay Bryce. I was talking to my new friend." Keiki squeaked as she pulled away from the hug, two sets of hazel eyes staring at me now.

My eyes widened and I subconsciously reached to push my glasses up my nose, feeling the back of my neck heating up.

"Well, thank you so much." His voice reverberated and I swear I felt as if I would combust at the spot.

I looked up and shot a tiny smile. "No worries. Keiki here makes a nice study buddy."

I internally smacked my head. Study buddy? Really? Who uses that term now?

"Of course. Daddy says that I'm a beauty with brains." She said with a smug smile.

"Well, that's the one thing that I agree with dad," Bryce said as he settled down on her other side. The one feet distance enabled my mind to resume working.

I smiled down at Keiki and I found that Bryce was looking at me intently.

O... okay?

"Wait... You go to my school right? Lahainaluna High School?"

I nodded my head. I was about to introduce myself when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

He was snapping his fingers when his face lightened up with recognition. "You are Aisha, right? The newbie who joined us last year I was in your chemistry class last year."

The drink almost fell from my hand and I had to clutch it tighter to prevent myself from making a bigger mess. Clearing my throat I smiled nervously. "Yeah, that's me. You are Bryce, right? You are on the basketball team, right?"

"You know me?" He asked, shocked and I could hardly stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Duh?! You are Mr. Popular with really good looks and either people love you or hate you." I rambled off.

A small smile played on his lips. "And which category would you belong too? The love or hate category?"

I gave a shy smile. "Let's just say I'm on neutral grounds. Give me a good reason why I should like you."

"Because of my dashing looks? My tattoo?" He stretched his hands wide, gesturing towards himself. His hair caught the evening light, making it look like a halo. His hazel eyes had flecks of gold which threatened to drown me but before I could get lost in his sheer beauty, I shook my head to snap out of the daze of his presence and gave a mocking sigh.

"Aaaannnndd, he is just like other dumb jocks who is overly obsessed with his looks. Why are they all the same?"

Keiki put her hand sympathetically on my lap. "Don't worry Ash. I don't like Bryce when he talks about his looks either."

Bryce gasped. "Keiki you are breaking my heart."

"Good."

He reached for her and started tickling her which made her squeal with laughter. I had to get up so that the sand doesn't get on me, laughing at the sight. "Brryyccee!! Stopp!!"

"Not until you tell me I'm the best brother in the world."

Gasping for breath with tears in her eyes, Keiki breathed out in defeat. "Okay, okay. You are the best... brother in... the world."

Bryce pulled back a grin playing on his lips.

"Good."

My phone rang and I saw Mama's name flash on the screen which made me sigh.

"Your mom?" Bryce asked.

"Yep. should reach home before she turns into momzilla." We chuckled as I put my book into my bag.

"Bye Keiki, it was nice talking to you."

"Bye Ash. I like you. Can we make sandcastles next time?" I laughed and nodded, "Sure sweetie."

"Where is my goodbye?" Bryce pouted.

I rolled her eyes. "Bye Bryce. See you around."

And with that, I turned on her heel, and walked home, feeling much better.

PRESENT

Aisha felt like banging her head against the wall of the hospital out of utter embarrassment. In the span of 7 hours, she had pissed off her superior, met her ex from ten years ago, got stuck with a partner who hardly did anything and now managed to embarrass herself yet again in front of her role model.

Rookie... Are you hiding from me? The way Dr. Ramsey had an eyebrow raised, as if to question why she was hiding behind another intern and the appalled expression as she stumbled over her words were forever imprinted in her mind.

Not my brightest moment. Aisha recollected as she sighed at the way she stuttered and finally came up with an excuse.

I'm doing charts. She mocked herself as she shook her head. There was a table right next to me!! I could have come up with anything but that weak ass excuse.

And she had always dreamed that if she were to meet Bryce in real life, she would definitely insult the fuck out of him and then for the finishing stroke, she would probably punch him in his handsome face or kick him in the crown jewels.

But sadly, you seldom get the things you wish for.

I don't have time for this - Main kya gadhi hoon. She mentally groaned as she tried to shut off the part of her brain which was so hell-bent on making her feel humiliated.

She entered Annie's room to find her curled up in her bed, playing idly with her phone. She perked up a little when she saw Aisha, forcing a smile on her face.

"Oh. Hi, Dr. Khurrana."

"I just came by to see how you're feeling Annie."

Annie shrugged. "The same. The nurse came by and gave me some medication a little while ago.."

Opening Annie's chart she checked. "Yeah, antibiotics. It's too soon to see any improvement yet, but hopefully, we'll see some results soon."

Aisha was about to turn on her heel and leave when she heard Annie's small voice. "hey, could you stay awhile? It's... kinda lonely, being here all on my own."

Aisha gave an empathetic smile and reached to sit down on the chair near her bed. "Of course I can."

"Thank you once again doc."

"No, thank you. I haven't been off my feet since I got out of bed this morning. So Annie," Aisha leaned forward, "what are you studying?"

Annie blinked as if she was confused by the question. She took a couple of heavy breaths before attempting to answer.

"My master's is in... English... but my... my..." She swayed, her voice woozy as she tried to finish her sentence.

Aisha was on alert. "Annie, are you feeling okay?" She asked as she felt her pulse which was dropping before Annie passed out.

The heart rate monitor sounded a long, flat tone as her heart stopped.

"OH MY GOD!! Code blue, I need some help here!!" Aisha shouted, pressing the button near her bed.

"C'mon Annie stay with me." As Aisha stood on the nearby stool, performing CPR as she waited for the code team to arrive.

"Aisha?!" Jackie's shocked voice made her lookup.

"Jackie, where is the code team?"

"Room 502 called a code blue just before you. Just keep up with CPR. They'll get to you when they can!"

Aisha's eyes flashed. "That could be too late!! Help me, Jackie we are losing her fast."

"What were her symptoms?" Jackie asked as she snapped on the latex gloves and moved towards the bed.

"Symptoms were headache and nausea. Started during her vacation to Indonesia. Aurora and I did a blood workup and gave her cefpodoxime." Aisha opened the gown and Jackie's eyes narrowed in on the rash rapidly spreading on the side of the body.

"She is breaking in hives. She is in anaphylactic shock!"

"Now that I think about it, it may be because of her allergy to the antibiotics I gave... I had fucking asked her, dammit." Guilt made her chest heavy.

Jackie's face turned into a scowl as she wheeled the defibrillator cart closer. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. This girl needs you now! We have to get her heart started ourselves."

Aisha nodded as she opened Annie's gown, baring her chest. She took a steadying breath. You have done this numerous times in AIIMS, you can do this.

Taking the paddles, she placed one paddle on the right side, beneath her collarbone and the other paddle on the left side, just beneath her armpit.

A small impressive smile made its way on Jackie's lips. "Good, now set the charge."

"Charging to 300 volts... Clear!"

Annie's body spasmed as the paddles discharged. Keeping them aside, Aisha resumed her compressions on Annie's chest.

C'mon Annie... You can do this... Come back to me. Aisha prayed.

The monitor beeped twice before Annie's heartbeat returned, accelerated but constant.

She let out a sigh of breath as she bent over the bed. Jackie clapped her back. "You are soooo lucky."

"Shut up. Now just give her an epinephrine injection and intubate while I maintain compression."

Jackie nodded her head and Aisha shot a grateful smile as she continued her compressions, her hands aching.

"What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?"

Yikes. Aisha winced at the tone and looked up to find Dr. Ramsey glaring from the doorway.

Time to own up, buddy. She sighed and spoke up. "Dr. Ramsey, she was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed.

She couldn't gauge his reaction from so far away. "Well... at least you are taking responsibility. Sometimes patients don't know about their own allergies. That's why you always have to be cautious."

Jackie injected the epinephrine pen into Annie's tight. Still unconscious, Annie took a shuddering gasp of air.

"And now we intubate."

"Excellent work, Doctor...?"

A self-satisfied smile made its way on Jackie's face. "Varma."

"You were assigned to this case?"

"No, I was passing and I hear Dr. Khurrana calling a code blue."

A smile made its way on his face which shocked Aisha. This man voluntarily uses his facial muscles to smile? I wouldn't have known. "The patient's very lucky you were here. I'm not confident Dr. Khurrana could have handled this alone."

Now, wait a damn minute... Aisha clenched her jaw. This wasn't her first time she was getting insulted and yeah it was called for but it didn't help her feel any better either.

Jackie bit her lip and glanced at Aisha, which Aisha pointedly ignored. Watch her jump at the opportunity in 3...2...1

"Thank you. Just doing my job, Dr. Ramsey."

There it is.

Gulping down her annoyance, Aisha spoke up. "Dr. Varma really bailed me out." Aisha turned towards Jackie and nodded stiffly. "Thank you, Dr. Varma."

Jackie tried to read her, guilt swimming in her eyes.

She should be guilty, she took the credit of the save when I was the one calling the shots.

"...Anytime."

Fuck you. She narrowed her eyes slightly which made Jackie wince.

Luckily, Dr. Ramsey gave Jackie an out. "Dr. Varma, you should return to your patients."

A relieved smile made its way on her face. "Yes, Doctor." Throwing a backward glance towards Aisha, she walked out.

Dr. Ramsey swivelled towards Aisha, his face drawn tight with annoyance. "And you... you need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. It doesn't matter that it's your first day, or that you're still learning. Whether this girl lives or dies is on you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Dr. Ramsey."

"You still have no idea what's wrong with her, and your first attempt nearly killed her. This is the real world. No room for mista--"

"Hi, Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt." A short Asian intern interrupted him and Aisha let out a small sigh of relief.

This guy would give my parents a run for their money. Why do I meet assholes everywhere I go?

"For the love of God, what now?"

"One of the nurses told me... that one of the other interns told them... that one of the doctors said..."

Dr. Ramsey certainly didn't enjoy beating around the bush. With a biting voice, sharp enough to make both Aisha and the intern to flinch, he commanded. "Skip to the point."

"Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently." She rushed.

Dr. Ramsey pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something about 'interns' under his breath.

Straightening his coat, who gave pointedly glanced at Aisha. "Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you'd better have solved the case." He turned on his feet and stormed out making the petite intern jump.  

Aisha stepped out into the hall with the intern, leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.

"Thank god for Dr. Toussaint. I swear if he wouldn't have called, Dr. Ramsey would have burst a vein or something."

The intern leaned against the wall adjacent to Aisha. "Yeah... Too bad he doesn't actually need to see Dr. Ramsey."

Aisha's eyes widened and she turned to stare at the other intern. "Huh?"

"I made it up! I could hear Ramsey chewing you out halfway down the hall, I figured you might need a save."

Oh my god, that is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.

Aisha smiled brightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. But you could get in serious trouble if he realizes it."

She shrugged with a cheeky grin. "If. Besides, I'm tougher than I look. I'm Sienna by the way. Or Dr. Trinh. Whichever floats your boat."

"I'm Aisha Khurrana. Thanks again." Aisha's pager beeped and she looked down and sighed. "As fun as our little adventure was, I need to get back to work. Nice talking to you Sienna and once again, thanks for the save."

"Bye, hope you solve the case. Also, wait! I heard all the doctors hang out at this bar called Donahue's. I think, just down the street. Apparently, it's like the place to go and decompress after a long shift. Wanna come?"

"Sure!! If only I survive my first shift."

Sienna gave a brilliant smile. "Assuming you live through the next few hours, I'll meet you in the atrium after we clock out."

And Aisha got back to work, tending to her other patients but Annie's unconscious face kept on flashing behind her eyelids and Ramsey's words echoed in her head, like a broken tape recorder.

You need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here.

She took a shuddering breath, doubt slipping into her mind, making her question everything she did. Every patient she treated and every prescription she signed.

Am I really cut out for this?

She tried to stop the rising anxiety but it still continued to swell in her like a balloon. Her throat began to dry up and it felt as if the weight on her chest didn't allow her to breathe.

Oh god, it's happening.

Feeling like she was on the verge of a breakdown, she ducked into a dark supply closet so nobody could see her while she tried to pull herself together.

It's okay. You worked your way through med school to get here. You are worthy. She chanted, taking in gulps of air.

It had hardly been a minute when the door suddenly opened and she heard footsteps.

Aisha internally groaned in annoyance. "Get in or get out. Just quit holding the door." She turned around and saw Bryce.

Oh fuck.

He nervously cleared his throat and walked towards her, maintaining his distance. "I feel like I'm interrupting something. Are... are you okay?"

Thanks to the dark, he couldn't see her tear rimmed eyes. Sighing loudly she untied her hair and ran her fingers through it, something she often did when she felt like her life was on the verge of falling apart.

"Nothing. I'm just looking for something." She tried to speak in a sharp tone but it just sounded like her voice was cracking.

She knew that Bryce had definitely heard how close she was to crying. Concern laced his voice. "Hey, I know when we met I was nothing but a dumb, self-obsessed jock but it's different now. I... I know you are not okay. Want to talk about it? Or vent?"

Goddamit Bryce. "Fine! I almost killed my first patient and I fucking swear to god I saw my career flash before my eyes. But it was lowkey my fault. I should have checked for allergies. But I tried fixing my error by calling the shots and Jackie helped me. BUT that's not it! Instead of being a humble person, Jackie swoops in and takes the credit of my save and Dr. Ramsey just goes on congratulating her as if she won some fucking AMA Award-"

"Aisha, breathe."

Taking a lungful of air she continued. "- And don't even get me started on Dr. Ethan Freaking Ramsey. Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine. What a dick!! He should get fucking laid to work off all his anger issues-"

Bryce snorted but didn't dare to interrupt Aisha. From the short time they dated, he knew better than to interrupt her mid-rant, it only managed to instigate her.

Another deep breathe. "- Boy does he manage to make me doubt myself in every step of the way like am I worthy of being here? I mean, I threw my heart and soul into med school because I wanted to be the best doctor out there but dammit I don't think I am ready."

When he made sure she wasn't going to launch into a new roast session, he spoke up. "Wow. You managed so many years of med school, but eight hours into the shift and you're surrendering? Didn't take you for a quitter."

Excuse me? Aisha's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know me anymore Bryce. The Aisha you dated is long gone and dead." She said in a low voice.

He shrugged. "True, but I know that you still have the fire in you to do what you love the most. C'mon, you have dealt with worse but yet you are here, standing tall. This is just temporary. I know you can pick yourself back up and break down all the obstacles in front of you."

She looked up at Bryce, only able to see the faint outline of his body. He still was the same- tall, well built and with really good hair. "No offence but... you used to be the guy who would wet himself during chemistry practicals, what happened to make you so...?" She gestured her hand at him, accidentally hitting his hand.

He hesitated. "As you said, things changed and you don't know me anymore Aisha."

"Fair enough."

The lack of space and the awkward silence just fueled the tension between them. She could feel his converse bumping into her shoes and the heated gaze on her face.

There used to be a time when Aisha and Bryce would talk for hours on end and they never ran out of topics to talk about. Be it something as lame as which is the superior flavour of ice cream or as deep as life after death.

Look at us now... Aisha thought to herself, gulping.

Her hair fell on her face as she averted her eyes, unable to come up with something to talk about. Bryce's hand involuntary reached to push back the rebel strands behind her ear, his hands caressing her cheek in the process. It felt as if electric sparks shot up her cheeks, making her blush.

Bryce opened his mouth. "Aisha-"

The door opened and she heard a feminine voice. "Bryce I saw you giving me the look so I decided to join you-"

A woman walked around the corner of the help and Aisha's jaw dropped. It was not because she was shocked that he was dating, he could screw the entire hospital for all she cared but, no... she was topless.

"Oh." The unknown woman placed her hands beside her.

"Sam-" Bryce began and Aisha spoke up at the same time. "I was just-"

The confusion was interrupted again when the closet door opened again and a senior resident stood before them, aghast. "What is going on over here?"

"Oh fuck." The expletive spilt from Aisha's lips.

The topless woman, whose name apparently was Sam, quipped in. "Yeah what she said."

Well, this is totally not awkward.

AUTHOR”S NOTE #2:

Number one, yeah I dragged PB a bit in regards to Keiki’s name.. PB do your research challenge 🙄

Number two, okay so about the tattoo part, me and @bratzlahela​ were just talking about Bryce having Polynesian tattoos based on this post and I had to integrate it in my series lol

This is something I imagined 🤭

Number 3, Also I tried to change up the scene a bit with Jackie because tbh, Aisha is pretty fucking smart and she won’t be like “Boo-hoo. I don’t know anything” And about the part where she spoke about using the defibrillator numerous times in AIIMS, In India the medical education is a little more hands-on and focuses more on clinical practice rather than theory. Medical students from first year start doing ward duty and help around in the hospitals taking patient history, etc. Also, they have a mandatory year of internship without which you don’t get your license.  

Number 4, So about that supply closet scene, how many of y’all thought would you get a make out sesh?

If yes, here is your clown wig 🤡

Number 5, AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT TODDLER KEIKI I SWEAR I WAS JUST GUSHING THE ENTIRE TIME 🥺

Lastly, IT PHYSICALLY HURT ME TO ROAST ETHAN LIKE IM SO SORRY SWEETIE 😭🥺🤧

This was a pretty long author’s note heheheh

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[jjmaebank]

Amnesia - JJ Maybank

a/n: this is based off the classic song Amnesia by 5sos, I'm sorry but I'm acc tempted to write so many more purely based on 5sos songs cuz there r so many GEMS. this one’s just a classic and this album reminds me of my childhood jfskk

LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING (if you want lol)

Flashbacks are in italics!!

warnings: sad :((

Words: 2.8k

[GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO OWNER]

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I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

JJ would drive by the beach every day just to get a glimpse at your special spot through the car window. When you first left he would sit there for hours, running his fingers through the sand that the two of you would lie on as you stared at the stars. He would sit there for hours hoping that maybe if he stayed there long enough you would appear next to him. He would sit there remembering the countless times you spent getting wasted and talking about stupid things.

“Don’t you think that there are enough cows in the world for them to coordinate a mass uprising against the meat industry?” You asked as you stared up at the star scattered sky.

JJ chuckled as he stared at you with absolute adoration.

“Babe, cows aren’t humans...they can’t coordinate a global rebellion,” he laughed, his eyes never leaving your face as you scrunched up your nose in protest.

“But they did it in Animal Farm,” you pouted, the alcohol had really clouded your logic.

“What the hell is Animal Farm?” JJ asked, still smiling at your passion for social justice.

“Oh, I forgot you don’t read,” you teased, turning your head to meet his gaze.

JJ rolled his eyes and began to tickle you in response causing you to erupt into fits of giggles.

“Why would I read when I have you to give me in depth summaries of every book in the world,” he smirked, continuing to tickle you.

Your laughter. It hurt him to even remember the sound, but every time he cracked a joke with the pogues he wished he could hear it again. He wished he could watch the way your dimples showed and your eyes crinkled as you burst into a fit of laugher. He wished he could watch the way one of his jokes sent you into hysterics to the point you were holding your stomach, to the point you were out of breath. But he also wished he could forget.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted.

Your last kiss. It was breathtaking. You’d spent the whole day out on the water  with the pogues, swimming, snorkelling, soaking up the sun. JJ remembered this day as one of the most epic days of pogue history; it was the last time you were all together as one, as one big happy family. He remembered the overwhelming feeling of pride he had as he watched you beat Pope in a shotgunning challenge.

“That’s my girl!” He yelled as you downed the beer and smashed the can down on the boat as Pope continued struggling with his.

You smiled and hopped on his lap, giving him a quick peck as you celebrated being the coolest girlfriend anyone could ever have.

You were his soulmate, or that’s what it felt like, for him at least.

He remembered walking you back to your house on The Cut that night, your fingers interlaced as your hands swung with your steps.

“Today was amazing,” you smiled, masking a sadness that JJ hadn’t noticed at the time.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” JJ smiled, tracing small patterns on your right cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch, knowing it would be one of the last you experienced, but you didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment.

JJ leaned in, connecting his lips with yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. But you immediately grabbed him and brought him closer, increasing the intensity of the kiss knowing it might be your last. Your lips tasted like your strawberry flavoured lip balm, but with a slightly salty tang from the sea, and he loved it.

Your lips glided against each other in such harmony it was as if everything about the two of you was meant to be. Your fingers ran through his locks of blonde hair, tugging at the nape of his neck. He responded by hooking his fingers in the loops of your jean shorts and pulling you against him.

Eventually, you pushed yourself away from him gently and smiled.

“Goodnight, babe,” you smiled.

“I love you (Y/N),” JJ whispered into your hair as he pulled you in for a hug, not knowing that his words had almost made you cry into his shirt.

“I love you too, JJ Maybank,” you responded, knowing it would probably be the last time he believed you when you said it.

And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you?

It had been a year; a whole year since you’d left. You’d come back to the Outer Banks a few times during the holidays to visit your parents, but you’d never once gone to see him. You had a new boyfriend. JJ had seen him a few times the one time you brought him home with you. He knew he was biased but he didn't like the look of him, he reminded him of Rafe Cameron and he couldn't comprehend why you’d done what you did just to end up with him.

JJ would watch you from afar, making awkward eye contact whenever you ran into him at The Wreck, but neither of you had the courage to say anything. It had been a year but JJ could still read your emotions from a mile away. You looked lonely, abandoned, lost. At least that was what he kept telling himself like a mantra to stop him from breaking down or punching something every time he saw you.

However, he would ask Kie how you were every time you left and she would be brutally honest and tell him you seemed like you were doing fine. And every time he heard those words it would break him a little bit more.

When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? Cause I’m not fine at all.

JJ remembered the first time he heard him talk to you like that, like you were nothing. You’d accidentally spilt your drink on him at the Wreck and you’d started laughing about it as you would’ve with JJ.

“What the fuck!” He yelled.

“Babe, it’s just soda,” you giggled.

“Yeah and it’s gonna stain my new fucking shirt,” he growled, “god you’re so fucking clumsy.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, but JJ knew that his words had more effect than you lead on.

JJ had stood up from his chair to go confront the asshole but John B grabbed him by his shirt and sat him back down.

“Don’t, JJ...” John B said sadly, knowing it hurt his best friend to see the girl he loved with someone else, but he knew that if he involved himself with you right now it would only hurt him more.

JJ would lay in his bed and wonder how it was possible that you could be so...normal, so okay, so fine. It made his heart ache as he realised what the two of you had must have been a complete and utter lie. There was no way you could just forget about what the two of you had unless it never meant anything to you in the first place.

He would go through periods of hating you, punching the walls in his room and screaming as he convinced himself you’d lied to him the whole time. His life at home hadn't got any better, but at least he could say his father’s punches didn't hurt anymore. The pain was nothing compared to the hole you’d left in his heart. He would take a thousand beatings if it meant he could have you back. But you were fine, and he was far from it.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them Like every single wish we ever made

JJ would replay the moment you left over and over again, trying to fathom how you could have done such a thing to him, the person you claimed to love most.

JJ heard a knock at his door. His dad wasn’t home, but he could come back at any moment, so naturally he was concerned as to why anyone would come see him when he was the one trying to escape this household.

“(Y/N)?” JJ asked, confused as to why you were stood on his porch. “What are you doing here? You know it’s not safe.”

The concern that laced his voice made your heart break as you dreaded what was about to escape your mouth.

“We need to talk...” you replied sadly.

JJ’s heart rate went up. Those words never lead to anything good. He observed your facial expression but you were stoic, the only hint to how distraught you were being the faint dark circles under your eyes that showed you hadn't slept. And you hadn’t. Not a wink.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” JJ asked, the concern in his voice even more evident, except his concern had shifted from your safety to whatever you were about to tell him.

“I-I have to tell you something,” you confessed.

JJ ushered you into his room and sat you down on the edge of his bed, sitting down by your side.

“What is it? You can tell me anything,” JJ continued, being the loving boyfriend that he was.

He had no idea what was coming for him.

“I’m...I’m leaving, JJ,” you sighed, your voice shaking as you feared his response. He tended to lash out when his emotions got the best of him.

“Leaving? What do you mean? Like for a bit?” JJ spouted questions, hope still laced in his voice.

“No, JJ...for quite a while,” you said, the tears that you were holding back finally escaping.

JJ’s eyes widened, his hands balled up into fists.

“W-what?” He choked, tears of his own brimmed his eyes.

“I got this amazing opportunity to study in Europe,” you continued. “I know I’d planned on going to UNC Chapel Hill so I’d be closer to home but I applied for their semester abroad programme not thinking I’d actually get it.”

At this point you were speaking too fast for JJ to even comprehend what you were saying. In fact, he wouldn't have been able to even if you’d spoken slowly.

“A semester, that’s not long?” JJ asked, some hope resurfacing.

“I know and that’s why I applied for a semester but they said they can only offer me the year abroad programme...” you explained, crushing his remaining hope.

“And you’re taking it?” JJ asked angrily, the skin on his knuckles going white from how hard he was clenching his fists.

“J...I have to...you know it’s my dream to study in Paris,” you said, going to rest your hand on his.

He pulled away from your touch instantly, causing your heart to sink.

“How long have you known?” He asked, looking down at the floor.

“Not that lon-” you started before JJ stood up angrily.

“How goddamn long, (Y/N)!” He yelled, looking down at you.

“3 months,” you whispered, letting another tear fall down your cheek.

All you wanted in this moment was for JJ to wipe your tears gently and caress you, hold you, but he couldn't even look at you right now, let alone touch you.

“3 fucking months?!” He yelled, his rage consuming him and anger clouding his vision.

He immediately turned to his wall and punched it with all his force causing a deafening cracking noise.

“JJ your hand!” You exclaimed as you stood up, knowing that was the sound of a bone or two breaking.

“I don't give a shit about my hand right now, (Y/N)!” He turned around to face you.

His eyes had gone dark and his lip was trembling. You did this, and you hated yourself for it.

“How could you keep this from me for 3 months?” JJ’s voice cracked, his own tears finally escaping.

You went to wipe them but again, he flinched away from your touch.

“I wanted this summer to be great, epic even! And it was, JJ it was... like yesterday on the boat, that was one of the best days of my life! I didn’t want it to be ruined by the fact I was leaving,” you cried, your mascara starting to run down your face.

“But it was all a fucking lie, (Y/N)! You do realise that right?” JJ continued shouting, this time tugging at his hair angrily as he paced around his room. It broke you to see him like this but you were the only one to blame.

“Don’t say that J...that’s not true...”

“You don’t get to say that! You knew you were spending your last moments with us, with me. I didn’t!” He yelled, glaring at you. And for the first time ever he looked at you with what looked like resentment, hate.

“Did you just expect me to be fine with this, with you just dropping this on me out of the blue?” He continued.

“No, I didn’t,” you whispered, “but I didn’t want our last summer to have an expiration date on it you know...”

“That is so unbelievably selfish, (Y/N),” JJ stated, his words cutting like knives.

“You’re fucking SELFISH,” he continued, causing more tears to pour down your face.

“JJ please don’t say that...I did this for us, so you could remember us happily!” You sobbed.

“Well you did an excellent job at that, well done,” JJ laughed sarcastically, clapping his hands in a fake applause, “because this isn’t sad at all right?!”

“J-” you started, your whole body shaking at this point.

“No,” he said, “just get out.”

“What?” You whispered, looking at the boy you loved who couldn't even look you in the eyes for more than a second.

“I said get out,” he repeated.

“JJ please, I don’t want us to end like this!” You pleaded, your throat closing up feeling as though it was wrapped in barbed wire.

“I said GET OUT!” He yelled, tears streaming down his face, his voice coated in pain. He hated how he was acting towards you and he knew he’d regret it but he couldn’t look at you. He didn't want to hear your voice right now.

You nodded sadly, wiping your tears, your mascara now smeared on your face and coating your fingers.

“I love you...” you said gently.

You waited a moment to see if he would respond, but he remained silent, refusing to look at you. You sighed in defeat before walking out of his room and out of his life.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape

‘Cause I’m not fine at all

That day was scarred into JJ’s mind. There was nothing he regretted more than the way he had acted. He still didn’t understand why you’d hidden it, he would’ve been upset at first, but ultimately he would’ve cherished every day with you even more. But he knew you weren’t selfish, and he knew you didn't mean to hurt him. You were trying to protect him and your last moments together. He still thought you’d gone about it the wrong way and in some ways you did too, but what was done was done. He simply wished he’d had the self control to keep himself from saying the things he did, and to say the things he didn’t.

He never told you he loved you back. That was his biggest regret. He never said goodbye. That was his next regret. You’d left for Paris two weeks after you told him about your year abroad programme there. Two weeks. He could’ve spent every minute of those last two weeks with you, but instead he spent it alone, avoiding you at all costs. His pride stopping him from apologising and his pain stopping him from being around you at all.

It hurt him so much that you’d ended that way, and as much as he wanted to put the blame on you, he knew he played a part in it too. But it was too late to reverse the damage. All he longed for now was to forget. He’d spent a year hoping you would come back and hoping you could go back to being JJ and (Y/N), the power couple of the Outer Banks. But when you came back with him, he realised it was too little too late.

All there was left to do was erase you from his memory.

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A/N: holy shit that made me SAD, amnesia is my cry song. FUCKSJF I'm sorry, but like at the same time I'm not cuz like I'm kinda proud of this

tagging some lovely people: @maybe-maybanks , @baby-bearie , @obx-sos , @drewtruly , @drewstarkey , @spilledtee , @thelocalpogue , @heliopvth , @jmaybank , @ruelstyles , @jjmaybanky , @jjmayibeyoursbanks , @jjmayspanks , @ceruleanjj

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part One - Paradise on Earth

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Aria Prescott is new to the Outer Banks and is ready to make some new friends and new beginnings. What she wasn’t expecting was making some unforgettable memories with JJ Maybank. 

Warnings: Light smut, some cursing, alcohol/drug use and maybe some typos lol.

A/N: Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this. This is my first time ever writing and publishing a fanfic so, I’m pretty excited and really nervous at the same time. I was inspired by the writers on here to finally put on my big girl pants and give this a shot. I'm really looking forward to see how this turns out. I’m planning on making this a series. Hope you like it! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of the characters) :)

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“The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.” I used to think that was an exaggeration. I’m originally from Chapel Hill, so visiting the OBX was common. Now I’m living in Figure Eight. My parents wanted a change of scenery. So, what’s better than living in Paradise on Earth? To be honest, I really don’t mind. I already have a few friends I’ve known for a while who live here.

For example, would be Charis Donahue. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. She’s an absolute wild card. Everyone who thinks they know her, thinks that she’s an innocent goody two shoes. Her real friends however, know that’s a load of bull. If you look up the word party animal in the dictionary, you’ll see a picture of Charis beside it. She’s the perfect combination of crazy, loyal and fun. That’s what makes her one of my best friends.

My other best friend is Sarah Cameron. The kook princess. Our parents are good friends, so I’ve known her for a while now. Speaking of now, we’re currently having brunch on the balcony of my new house. Charis scans her surroundings, for any adults before pouring a little bit of vodka into our glasses of orange juice before quickly shoving it back into her purse.

“Score.” Sarah praises the rebellious teen who raises her glass. “Cheers to Aria for finally getting her ass out here. Welcome to the Outer Banks love.” We all cheer and sip together, basking in the sun. “So, what are we doing tonight? Cause I’m bored out of my mind.” I confess. The two share a look.

“Well you’re in luck, because tonight we’re having a little get together at my place. My parents are flying to New Jersey for some charity event, so we have the place all to ourselves.” Charis smirks. “Nice, but what do you mean a little get together?” I asked curiously. “It’s just going to be us, Charis’s boyfriend, my boyfriend, and his friends, JJ, Pope and Kiara.” Sarah explains.

I’ve only met Charis’s boyfriend, Diego, once at a baseball game that took place in Chapel Hill. I’ve never met Sarah’s new boyfriend either, but I can tell she really likes him. She’s been talking about him nonstop ever since they started going out. I hung out with Kiara a few times during freshman year, when she and Sarah were friends, but then they had some weird blowout. Thankfully, they’re friends again, because it was kind of awkward talking to both of them when all they wanted to do was claw each other’s eyes out and I had to play the peacemaker.

“Sounds like fun. I can’t wait to finally meet this mystery stud you’re always rambling on about.” “Tonight will be epic.” Charis says. “How so?” Her helicopter of mother, Ingrid, startles the three of us. “We’re having a sleepover tonight.” Charis replies nonchalantly. She’s also a very good liar. “With who’s permission?”

“Dads’ of course.” This seems to annoy her mother. “Is that so Oscar?” Ingrid asked her husband, who was having a conversation with Ward and Claude, my dad. “Oh, come on honey. She’s old enough to host a sleepover with her friends for one night.” Oscar defends Charis, much to her mother’s dismay.

“There better not be any boys, alcohol or drugs at this sleepover.” Charis simply says okay and continues scrolling through pictures on social media before her Ingrid snatches it from her hands. “I’m serious Charis!” The two of them both had scolding eyes. “Okay! It’s just going to be us girls. I promise.” Charis snatches back the phone. Her mother scoffs and rolls her eyes before leaving us to speak with Rose. “God can she be any more annoying?” Charis grumbles under a hushed tone. “Yeah when is she not on your ass?” Sarah asked. “When she’s on my dad’s.” She replies. Both Sarah and I both scrunch our faces in disgust.

Hours later…

As of now, I’m going through my closest attempting to find something to wear. I finally decide on my black and white bikini, denim shorts, a white crochet coverup and sandals. Satisfied with my look, I grab my bag before heading out the door and down the street where I see Sarah parked outside.

“Hello my little splinter bean.” Sarah greets me with her odd nickname as I sit down in the remaining passenger seat. “Guys this is one of my best friends Aria. You already know Kie of course. This is my boyfriend John B.” He fist bumps me. “And this is his best friend JJ.” My breath hitched slightly when I looked at JJ. He’s got to be one of the most handsome guys I have ever seen with his blonde hair, tan skin, baby blue eyes and rather flirtatious smirk. I’m happy with the outfit choice I made, due to his eyes roaming up and down my body.

“Pleasure to meet you beautiful.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Likewise, lover boy.” I can hear both John B and Sarah snickering up front. It was rather difficult to keep my cool, while being so close to JJ, our legs touching. I began wonder what the rest of his skin felt like. I was rather a little disappointed when the moment ended with us exiting the car and entering the house. We were surprised to see flames over the grill outside on the patio. “What’s good bitches?” Charis waves with a spatula and Diego sits at the bar.

“What the shit?!” The five of us say in union. Not too long after, Pope comes running in with the fire extinguisher in hand, disposing the flames.

“Jesus, what the hell were you numbskulls trying to cook?” Kie asked astonished. “Burgers, but that plan obviously went to shit…”. “Well it’s a good thing we brought beer.” JJ pops one open. “Thank god.” Says Diego.

For the rest of the night we all drank, swam, laughed and more. I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with them tonight. They’re a lot more fun than the kids at my school. I also liked catching JJ and his wandering eye. I think it was around one in the morning when everyone began to fall asleep. Me on the other hand was tossing and turning nonstop. Giving up on sleep I silently sneak out the room and to the pool where I dip my feet, enjoying the peace.

“Feeling a little restless, are we?” I turn to see JJ walking towards me. I let my eyes wander across his shirtless body. It’s a sight I could get used. He catches my gaze and smirks. “Yeah. You too?” He pulls out a blunt before lighting it. He rests it between his lips inhaling, holding the smoke in his lungs and finally releasing the toxic cloud into the warm night air. He sits next to me all close. “You want a hit?” He offers me the blunt. I was unsure at first, since I never smoked before, let alone weed. “First time for everything.” I sigh. “Atta girl.” I was definitely way over my head when I inhaled the burning smoke. I violently coughed, desperate for clean air. This earns a chuckle from him. “That shit burns.” I complain with watery eyes. “Takes some time to get used to. C’mere.”

He takes my face in his rough hands, with his thumb pushing down on my bottom lip. This time instead of exhaling the smoke into the air, it enters my mouth instead. Our lips barely brush against each other, very tempting to close the gap. This would make an interesting first kiss. I bite my lip when he pulls away. Not knowing what to do, I ask, “Wanna go for a swim?” letting my body fall into the water, waiting for him to come join me. He doesn’t disappoint when he jumps in too. I admire how his sun kissed skin gleams from the water and watch the droplets race down his muscular body.

He swims dangerously close to me, until my back hits the wall, trapping me. His hands grip my thighs before spreading them apart, before they find their way around his waist, leaving no space between us. Our lips are almost touching. My heart beats so fast I can practically hear it.  I grow impatient and pull him into a kiss. Our lips dancing against each other, our tongues intertwining, and our hips grinding together. Everything is so erotic and passionate, which leaves me craving more.

His skin against mine was electrifying, especially when his hand snuck up my back to undo my top exposing me. He licks his lips and begins to kiss his way down to breast, leaving hickies on the way. I let out a surprised moan when his mouth attaches to my left breast, while his hand plays with the other. It didn’t dawn on me until now that we moved past second base and were most likely going to skip third and straight to home run. After all, the only thing that’s separating us are the two swim bottoms.

Am I seriously about to lose my virginity in my best friend’s pool to a guy I just met? A guy who knows what he’s doing with his skilled mouth and hands. I should pull away before this goes any further, yet I continue to moan and encourage him to continue as his fingers disappear under my bikini bottom. Before he could venture even farther down there, we’re interrupted by surprise visitor.

“What the actual shit Aria?!” My head whips over to the voice, belonging to Jasper. Charis’s older brother. JJ acts quickly by withdrawing his hand, earning a whimper from me, and pulling me flush against his chest attempting to shield me from the poor guy who’s staring up at the sky. “Jasper what are you doing here?!” He gives me a dumbfounded look. “I live here? And I should be asking you the same thing.”

“We were having a little get together.” “Oh there’s a little get together all right.” He said with a judgmental tone, earning a chuckle from JJ, who’s face is nuzzled into my neck. “I take it my parents don’t know you guys invited a bunch of unexpected guests?” I don’t even bother to respond to that. He simply sighs. “Just get dressed and go to bed. Secret is safe with me.” He walks back into the house leaving the two of us alone once again. We both let out a mischievous laugh before our lips connect again.

“We should continue this later babygirl.” He playfully slaps my ass making me squeal. We sneak back into the room as quiet as possible, drying ourselves off before slipping under the covers.

He spoons me, to my surprise, bodies molding together perfectly. One of his hands sneak under and up my shirt cupping my breast, while the other slips under my panties. His long fingers begin to play with my folds and clit making my breath hitch. He finds my sweet spot again before nipping at it. I let out a whimper, the sensations all over my body are too much. “Quiet babygirl. Don’t want to wake up the others.” His hot breath reaches my ear.

I gasp when a finger slips into my folds testing the waters. I bite my lip attempting to remain silent as it thrust in and out of me. He adds another, curling his fingers. I began to wonder if I was having a dirty dream. It felt too good to be real. I then realized that it indeed was real when he started hitting the sweet spot buried deep inside me bringing me close to orgasm.

“Jay, I think I’m close.” He speeds up and uses his free hand to cover my mouth. “Cum for me babygirl. Cum all over my fingers. Imagine it being my cock.” His provocative words were all that I needed to finally release. My juices coat his fingers, which he brings to his mouth licking them clean. I’m seconds away from falling into a deep and satisfied slumber.

“I can’t wait to taste more of you. For now, go to sleep. Dream of me fucking you good babygirl.” And with that I let sleep consume me as I lay next to him, hoping that I would still see him in my dreams.

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Wedding Party II

Summary: Ben hardy x fem!reader. A game night between friends will surely take off the tension from whatever’s going on with you and Ben. 

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: cussing, building tension, charades 

A/N: This is the third and final (multiple) part(s) of my 500 follower celebration!! Thank you so much again to everyone who follows me, including the people that have since I hit 500, cause it’s been a minute, whoops. I was planning three parts for this, but I got into the charades so we’re looking at four instead! (p.s. if you want to try to guess the charade movies before the characters do that’s how I tried to write it lol) Any feedback is super appreciated but especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

Part I, Part III, Part IV, Mini i, Mini ii, Masterlist

(yet again wonderful gif by @mrbenhardys) 

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Ben couldn’t believe how close he had come to kissing you the other night. He had diverted it last second by kissing your cheek, but even that teetered too far over the line of what was supposed to happen. If fucking someone at Rami’s wedding wasn’t allowed, then developing a full-on crush wasn’t either. But boy was he.

Even though you were the one that had mentioned hearing about him when the two of you first met, he was surprised to see that all of the references to you by his friends hadn’t failed to live up. In fact, he would probably say that what they said didn’t do you justice. Though he wouldn’t advertise it, he had also done a quick instagram stalk and thought you were even more beautiful in person.

Rami hadn’t slipped up like Lucy and mentioned your name specifically when telling him not to sleep with anyone at the wedding, but even so, Ben found all of his focus on you when it came to that rule. Whether it was because you had known of but never met each other for so long or simply because of who you were, you fascinated him.

Which he knew was dangerous in this particular situation. But he reminded himself that he would only have to see you at the rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, wedding, and reception. He thought that maybe after that something more could develop, but until then he would have to stay on track.

_

But when Ben got out of the car to head into Rami and Lucy’s building and held the door open for someone behind him, his whole plan was ruined when that person was you.

“Oh, hi!” you said cheerily and he said hi back; you were trying to mask the mixture of excitement and dread you were feeling. Excitement at seeing Ben and spending time with him and dread at seeing Ben and spending time with him.

The two of you walked across the lobby and to the elevator. Ben pushed the button and you waited together. He had the same internal dilemma going on but he just smiled and said, “I can assume you’re going to game night too then?”

“That’s a safe assumption. Haven’t seen you at one of these before,” you pointed out, trying to make casual conversation. The elevator dinged and you both got on, Ben again hitting the button for the correct floor.

“Yeah, my last film had a lot of night scenes and stuff so I was always busy. But that’s in post and my next one will be mainly day shoots so I’ll be able to come to more of these,” Ben explained as the elevator doors opened and the two of you walked into the hallway.

“We’ll be seeing a lot of each other then,” you commented during the short walk to their front door. You reached up and knocked twice.

“Yep.”

Then at the same time, the two of you sighed. Your heads whipped towards each other in confusion and you were both about to say something in response or question when the door opened.

“Ben! Y/N! You made it, and look at you arriving together, already practicing for the wedding, huh?” was Joe’s excited greeting when he opened the door.

“Hey mate, good to see you,” Ben told Joe, giving him a hug.

“Hey Joe,” you said with a smile as you hugged him. Then you teased, “Did Lucy and Rami hire you as their butler or do you just really enjoy opening doors?”

Ben laughed at what you said even though he didn’t have the full context and you felt your cheeks heat up.

As the three of you walked into the apartment Joe just barked out a laugh and told you, “You’re hilarious.”

You smiled at him, “I try.”

Once you reached the living room, you saw both Rami and Lucy there, setting up the snacks. Gwilym was there as well, but he was pouring a couple glasses of wine. They all put down what they were holding and came over to do the usual greetings and such. Apparently, it was only to be you six because some of the other regulars had other obligations.

After everyone had a little plate of snacks and a glass of red or white, Rami began his usual little spiel at the beginning of game nights, “Alright everyone, welcome to game night. We will be playing team games, so partner up now.”

“Dibs on Gwil,” Joe called out, looking directly at you with a smirk. If only he knew how good he had really gotten you.

You shot back, “That’s fine by me. I’m sure Ben will be a great teammate.”

All the same, Ben shot Joe a quick look that he didn’t understand and you shot Lucy a quick this-wasn’t-my-fault look that she accepted with a nod.

Rami continued, “Great, we have three games lined up, but we can play as many times as we like. Lastly, remember that this is strictly a friendly competition, so no sore losers when Lucy and I beat all of you,”

“Oh it’s on,” Joe replied. Then he and Rami got into a little trash-talk.

Ben laughed and turned to you, “Are you competitive?”

“Well… I suppose that’s something one could say about me,” you said with a sheepish smile.

“I hope I’m not too big of a disappointment then, I’m not the best at these types of things,” Ben said with a slightly awkward smile.

“I’m sure you’ll be great,” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Anyway I’m not nearly as competitive as them.”

You nodded towards Rami and Joe who were jokingly getting in each other’s faces, unable to hold back their own laughter. Ben and you burst into laughter, joining Gwil and Lucy’s at the sight. It took you a second longer to realize that your hand was still on Ben’s shoulder. You only did because Ben had looked at it and you removed it before it became so awkward you had to leave.  

Luckily, Rami and Joe were done with their shenanigans and everyone was ready to start the first game. It turned out to be charades and little slips of paper were quickly divided between the three groups.

Rami and Lucy went first and both were ridiculously quick at guessing each other’s answers. You supposed it came with living together and such as well as being actors.

Then Gwil and Joe were up and they didn’t fare quite as well. For some reason, Joe was being far too elaborate with his acting and would mime putting on a swimsuit, putting on sunscreen, swimming, and then being chased by something just to get Jaws. Gwil was good at the charade as soon as he actually started, but he seemed to overthink every word before he started.

Finally, it was you and Ben. You went first, saying before you started, “Sorry I’m literally the only non-actor here.”

Ben waved you off with a laugh. Then Lucy flipped the timer over and you quickly opened the first slip. It said Jurassic Park and you breathed a quick sigh of relief. Then you pointed at Joe, put your hand to the height of a little kid and did T-Rex arms.

“Jurassic Park!” Ben exclaimed and though Joe said something about that not being fair, you moved on.

Next you mimed taking a ring off and holding it up to your eyes, staring at it intensely.

“Lord of the Rings, next!”

The next one was harder, but you got going. First, you pretended to be eating toast and coffee. Second, you did some characters: one with crossed arms and a frown, one flexing muscles, one reading a book and pushing up glasses, one flipping their hair and giggling, and one pulling their hair and shaking their head.

“Okay, okay, eating and drinking, a meal? Breakfast? Breakfast. And these are different people? I don’t know that first one. Then a jock? A nerd? A pretty girl? Oh, oh! The Breakfast Club!” Ben shouted, looking proud of himself for getting it and you couldn’t help but smile before moving onto the next one.

You ended up getting five before time ran out, just one less than Lucy had on her turn. Now it was Ben’s turn to do the charading and you were ready to be the one guessing.

As you switched spots, Ben whispered to you with a smile, “Good job.”

Trying not to show your happiness at his little praise, you just nodded and returned a whisper of, “Thanks.”

Ben got ready, doing a little jog in place warmup as a joke and you probably laughed harder than necessary. Then Lucy counted down from three and flipped over the timer.

As Ben picked up the first slip, you leaned forward to pay attention.

With a nod, Ben started his first charade. He mimed someone in the shower and for a quick second you pictured what he would look like in the shower. But once you said shower, he moved to the next part, getting out of the “shower” and then whipping back the curtain and pumping his from near his head to in front of him again and again. Then you realized that he was pretending to stab someone.

“Psycho!” you yelled and Ben grinned.

After picking up the next slip the first thing Ben did was scrunch up his face in a snarl, crouching down to all fours and making a hand into a claw, stalking closer to you. You felt a weird mixture of apprehensiveness and something else as he got closer and had to remind yourself this was a clue.

Ben was only about a foot away from your legs before you blurted out, “Cat, uh, lion, tiger!”

Tiger was the one so Ben stood up and then mimed rowing a boat. You thought for a second before quickly stating, “Life of Pi.”

Two more slips later, you were only two away from a tie with Lucy and Rami and you had about thirty seconds on the clock.

Ben snatched up another slip and read it, a frown taking over his face for a second. Then he recovered and started miming drumming. Next he did guitar and keyboards then singing.

“Drums. Ok, guitar, keyboards, oh a band!” you said and Ben nodded before moving on.

Next he started dancing, which you could hardly stop from laughing at, but just because it was cute. He was doing lots of 70’s moves like the hustle, YMCA, John Travolta’s move from Saturday Night Fever, and others you didn’t know the name for.

“The hustle. Um, YMCA? The Village People? Disco?” you said as you tried to stifle your giggles.

Ben nodded quickly and then motioned to keep going.

“Um… a disco… band?” you questioned and got another carry on gesture from Ben. “ABBA?”

After a thumbs up, Ben mimed the sign for movies and then singing and it came to you and you jumped up, “Mamma Mia!”

“Yes!” Ben exclaimed right as Lucy called out time. He came over to you by the couch and brought you into a tight hug that almost lifted you off the ground and you laughed out loud in surprise.

Lucy cleared her throat and you and Ben let each other go quickly, turning to look at her. She just raised an eyebrow and smirked, “You know you two didn’t actually get enough to tie me and Rami.”

“Good thing it was just a friendly competition,” you pointed out with an equally fraught with meaning smile.

“And we have two more games to try and beat you guys,” Ben pointed out, with a regular smile.

“Actually, I think you mean that you have two more games to lose to us,” Joe cut in, breaking all the tension and making everyone laugh good-naturedly.

_

The night went on and in the end Rami and Lucy did win because while they lost to you and Ben in trivia, they beat everyone during taboo. Poor Gwil and Joe didn’t win anything, though they claimed that was because they were out of practice.

Once the games were done, music was turned on and everyone got to chatting. You were talking with Joe and Rami about New York and the other three were talking about their upcoming projects more in depth.

Then you realized your drink was running low and excused yourself to go refill it. What you didn’t see as you were walking over to where the wine was was Ben jumping up and excusing himself to do the same.

Just as you were reaching to grab a bottle, you heard him say, “Allow me.”

You turned to realize he was standing just a step behind you and you slowly placed the bottle in his outstretched hand. Then he reached around you to set down his glass and grab yours and you sucked in a breath at the feeling of him just barely brushing against you.

Ben started pouring the wine and as he was doing so, looked up at you with a hint of a smirk on his face.

You realized you were probably just staring at him with your mouth open so you fixed your face and said, “So is this becoming a thing? Are you always going to make my drinks for me?”

Ben laughed lightly and handed your glass back to you. As he picked up his glass, his arm grazed your waist and you had to physically take a step back so you wouldn’t take one forward and kiss him.

Then you heard loud laughter coming from the couches and you both looked to see Rami sitting on Lucy’s lap, both of them laughing so hard they could barely breathe. You smiled at the joy and Ben looked at you with a smile.

“They’re so in love,” he commented and you nodded, a dreamy look in your eyes.

“I’m so excited for the wedding. It’ll be beautiful,” you replied. “I’ve been to a lot of weddings and not everyone’s meant for it but they are.”

“Really?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, some of them are more in it for the wedding than the actual marriage you know?” Ben nodded. “Luce and Rami want a special day, but it’s more important to them who’s there than what it looks like.”

“I had a mate from primary who must’ve had over 300 people at his wedding. I didn’t even get to talk to him and we had been best mates when we were young, so they’re definitely doing the right thing with quality over quantity too,” Ben told you.

“Wow, yeah. I guess along the same lines I can see what Lucy means. But it was a little much to tell me we couldn’t--” you stopped yourself right before revealing that you weren’t allowed to sleep with Ben to Ben. You hoped that Ben didn’t notice your abrupt stop, but he did, his brows furrowing.

“We couldn’t…?” he asked, his thoughts flashing to his conversation with Rami.

“I just-- we, like, the guests, couldn’t-- well shouldn’t-- or it’d be better to--”

“Hey Y/N, who was it from our class that got married recently with that wild theme wedding?” Lucy called over to you, and you quickly took it as a chance to get out of this conversation with Ben.

So you turned to Lucy and as you spoke, and slowly walked over to where they were, leaving Ben to either stay where he was alone or join everyone else in the conversation, “It was Amanda. And the theme was that elf… village? From Lord of the Rings, the one where Cate Blanchett lived.”

“Lothlórien,” Gwil informed everyone.

“Sure. Some of it went over my head, but it was pretty,” you commented. By that time, Ben had taken a seat next to you, his thigh touching yours. The conversation turned into a debate about theme weddings but it was hard to stay fully focused with Ben’s warmth interrupting your thoughts. Those damn thighs aren’t fair, you complained to yourself.

_

This time, you were the first to get up to leave since you had brunch with a friend the next morning.

“Are you good to drive?” Lucy asked since you had had three glasses of wine.

“Oh, I took an uber here, so I was just going to take another one back,” you answered.

“This late at night?” she asked, a worried look on her face.

“Well I always kinda take ubers this late…” you mumbled.

“You know what? I have something tomorrow too, I can take you home. I’ve only had a glass and a half,” Ben suggested, holding up his half full glass as proof.

“Oh, you don’t have--” you started but were interrupted.

“Per-fect!” Lucy said with a smile and you resigned yourself to accepting the ride.

You and Ben gathered your things and then said your goodbyes, getting hugs and kisses from all, especially Lucy who was four glasses in and a little tipsy.

Then you and Ben walked out of the apartment, following the same path you had taken together only a couple hours ago. You chatted about this and that but you were more focused on how your hands would brush against each other every fifth step or so than the conversation.

That is until Ben said, “So you’ve never used my number.”

You weren’t expecting that so you coughed in surprise before answering, “Well, I texted you saying it was me so you had mine too.”

“Well… okay,” Ben said a little sheepishly.

“Okay,” you responded before pulling out your phone. You went to your Instagram dms and found a meme that you thought he would like and sent it to him. “There you go, I used it.”

Ben took out his phone when he got the notification and opened it, laughing when he saw what it was, “Oh my gosh, this is so cute. You know I have a dog.”

“You do?” you asked, getting excited.

“Yeah her name’s Frankie. Here,” he replied, going to his home screen where you could see a picture of just about the cutest beagle you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my goodness, she’s adorable. Ugh I love her,” you said, going a little goo-goo at the sight of the dog. It helped that owning a dog was always an item on your pro list for guys.

“She’s the best. Oh, here we are,” Ben said, gesturing to his car.

The two of you got in, but before he turned on the engine Ben said, “Here, watch this video of her.”

Ben leaned over the console to show you and you met him halfway, both of you turning your eyes down to the phone to watch Frankie running around what you would assume is Ben’s apartment, fresh from a bath. You and Ben laughed at her antics and when she jumped up on the couch and wiggled around on her back, Ben’s groan in the video and groan in real life synched up and you lost it.

Ben couldn’t help but laugh too, but he said, “Hey, that left a stain, that’s a suede couch.”

That just made you laugh harder and soon both you and Ben were leaning on each other for support as you tried to catch your breath. As your laughter finally died down, you looked up at Ben, whose face was only a few inches from yours and as a couple more giggles passed your lips, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Ben’s. You looked back at his eyes and caught him doing the same, biting your lip in anticipation. Both of you leaned a little closer, a little closer, until you were so close you could feel Ben’s breath on your lips.

Then your phone’s ringtone went off, louder than reasonable and you both jumped in surprise. You picked it up again and saw that it was Lucy calling.

“Yes, Lucy?” you answered with a bit of a sigh, your rational mind returning and reminding you that you weren’t supposed to kiss Ben.

“I forgot to tell you to text me when you get home!” she practically yelled and you held the phone away from your ear. You could hear Rami shushing her on the other end.

“Okay, I will, don’t worry, Luce,” you reassured her before saying a quick goodbye and hanging up.

Ben had turned on the engine and was starting to pull out of the parking space.

“She just wanted me to let her know when I get home,” you explained.

“Yeah I heard,” Ben said with a laugh. “Just, uh, tell me where to go.”

“Oh yeah,” you replied, remembering that he was taking you to your house and not back to his.

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What channel is your TV usually on? Depends on the day and time, but my main go-to channels are the CMT channel (they air Roseanne and The Golden Girls in the morning, among other shows throughout the day, so I turn my TV to that and it ends up just staying there until I get up or even later as just background noise), MTV (when Catfish and movies I like are on), The Hallmark Channel (I Love Lucy and The Golden Girls air all night), and E!. 

When shopping, what's your downfall? Graphic tees. Hot Topic and BoxLunch are my weakness for that.

Shaving cream or just soap? Just soap works fine for me, honestly.

Do you drive with the windows down or the air on? I don’t drive, but still it depends how warm it is out. I prefer to have the AC on, though. 

Do you grab more mints than you should when you leave a restaurant? I don’t grab any, but I like the restaurants that give you mints when they bring you your check, especially the Andes mints.

How many pairs of jeans do you have? I think like 3 pairs now,  I got rid of several pairs awhile back. I literally haven’t worn jeans in like 3 years, but I wanted to keep a few pairs should I need them.

Do you sleep with a comforter or quilt? I just use a throw blanket, honestly. During the summer months I don’t need a blanket at all.

Where do you keep all your shoes? In my closet.

What subject area interests you most in school? I always loved English. And then obviously psychology when I got to college.

What is your opinion on Ed Hardy? I was into it for a short time back when it was a big thing.

Do you enjoy non-fiction at all? Yeah, some.

Who is your favorite American president?

Are you a dog or cat person? I’m a doggo person all the way.

Have you gone to any midnight releases before? I’ve been to a few.

Are scarves just for winter? I never wear scarves. I can’t have stuff around my neck like that, it would drive me nuts. I’d also get way too warm cause it doesn’t get that cold for a scarf here. But anyway, I could see scarves being worn in fall as well in some places. I definitely couldn’t see them worn in summer anywhere, or even spring.

Sandals or flip flops? Neither.

Do you wear flip flops year round? I never wear flip flops.

If you could pick any state to live in, which would it be? I’ll likely stay in California all my life.

What about any country? I’ll stay in the US.

Where do you get most of your underwear from? Various places.

Do you enjoy being around kids? I can handle small doses. They can quickly get overwhelming and annoying lol. If they’re a chill kid like I was then it’d be fine.

Do you jump right in a pool or do you get in slowly? I can’t swim, so there’s no jumping in for me. I have to slowly and carefully get into an inner tube.

What colors are you most comfortable dressing in? Black.

Do you use one swimsuit for the summer or do you have many? I don’t have or wear swimsuits. If I actually go swimming, which is very rare (it’s been like 7 years since the last time and prior to that it had been a long time), I just wear a shirt and stretchy shorts.

Big purse, small purse, or no purse? I’ve been using a mini backpack for the past year or so now.

Do you use the bumpers when you bowl? Yeah. I also had to use this like ramp-like thingy for adaptive bowling. 

Do you think bowling shoes are cute or disgusting? I’m glad I never had to wear them lol.

Do you have more of a problem sleeping when it's hot or when it's cold? Ugh, definitely when it’s hot. It’s the worst. When it’s cold I can get all nice and cozy and it makes me sleepy, but being hot is just miserable.

For vacation, do you pack light or heavy? I have to bring medical supplies in addition to my clothes and whatnot, so I always have the most stuff when traveling.

In class, do you pay attention somewhat? I always tried to pay attention, but of course I zoned out at times. Ever had those times when you felt yourself zoning out so you tried to focus and pay attention, but it actually made it worse? lol.

Do teachers tend to call on you a lot in class? It happened often enough cause I always had to sit in the front of all my classes due to my chair.

Would you rather write a long paper or give a long speech? Long paper out of the two. I did not do well with having to give speeches or presentations in front of the class, it made me extremely anxious. They’d always try to tell you it’d get easier the more you did it, but nah I was always a nervous wreck.

Do you put eyeliner on the top, bottom, or all around your eyes? I always would put it on the top and bottom. 

When you find a new song you like, do you tend to put it on repeat? Not literally on repeat, but I’ll listen to it often. Like anytime I go to listen to music I’ll play it at least once.

What type of music do you like listening to while driving? I think upbeat and catchy songs are good for car trips.

Do you like your school's colors? I’m done with school, but yeah I liked the school colors at every school I went to.

Do you tend to show school spirit or do you find it obnoxious? I got into it, it was fun.

If you're home alone and hear a noise, do you always check it out? Yeah, I’ll try and listen for a bit to see if I hear anything else and wait to see if anything happens and then I’ll likely get up and check things out. 

Are you good at keeping track of jewelry or do you always seem to lose it? Yeah, my jewelry is safely stored away.

Do your sunglasses usually have short life spans? I don’t wear sunglasses.

Are you too embarrassed to dance in public, or are you comfortable? I’m definitely not dancing in public ever.

Are you guilty of enjoying fast food? I enjoy it. *shrug* I don’t care.

Would you ever want the same jobs that your parents have? I hear the horror stories of retail and my sensitive and awkward self couldn’t handle it. I have no idea what I want to do, honestly.

Do you like the one hit wonders from the 90's? Yesss.

Will you refuse to listen to music if you find the lyrics degrading? >> It depends on whether I think the song’s a bop or not. There are definitely songs I like listening to that I basically ignore the lyrics of (especially some hip-hop tracks). If the song’s not all that great to me and the lyrics are just nasty, then there’s really no reason for me to listen to it. <<< I’m the same way, honestly. 

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Oh, Baby: Chapter One

A/N: Okay so I’ve literally had this in my drafts for the last...six months or so? And I figured I’d tweak it and edit and post it since I’ve been so AWOL on this site lately, and so that I can give you guys some new content from me.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Heavy cursing. This chapter is pretty PG, talks of mental illness, unexpected pregnancy and contemplating abortion- but she doesnt go through with it. Smut to come. AND LOTS OF FLUFF TOO, I promise lol

Summary: After a drunken night, Y/N finds herself having to face the biggest decision of her life; is she ready for motherhood? And a better question, is Bucky Barnes, her long time friend and womanizer extraordinaire, ready for fatherhood? They’ll just have to go along for the ride and find out together. A Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader Story 

Chapter 1/6: The Baby Woe’s and Oh No’s

You knew it.

You’d known something was off, different, changed.

You sit on your toilet, your world spinning as you attempt to wrap your mind around what was going on. Everything seems sludge like, too slow and too fast and not real.

You’re definitely going into shock, you point out to yourself. The catatonic kind. You’ve been staring at the bright, sunny lemon print of the shower curtain, your eyes focused but not seeing. Your elbows rest on your knees and your hands cover the entirety of your lower face.

At least you’re not crying anymore. 

Nope, your body had moved past that-Maybe, it felt like the tears could start rolling again at anytime.

Oh god, what are you going to do?

Why, why, why?

Why you? You’d been a good person- well a decent person at least… You recycled and tipped more than twenty percent. Didnt vote for Trump and ate your vegetables.

And your life was just seeming to even out. You’d somehow landed your dream job a couple months back- every Wednesday night your voice could be heard on WNEX. You we’re making enough money to finally be comfortable- doing what you loved. Gaining a wide audience and wiggling your way into the industry. Your mind was so career oriented, so focused on your end goal that you’d never even considered something like this.

Throwing a big fat wrench in the gears.

One night, it had only been one stupid, drunken night. Hadn't you racked up enough karma coins to cover your ass for one fucking night?

Are you there god? It’s me, Y/N, and I really fucked up this time.

Wanda comes back into the tiled room a few minutes, her dark features soft and a colorful mug in her hand.

“Are you okay?” She gauges, gently, as she reaches out to you.

You snort and shrug, but accept the steaming cup from her anyway. You look down at the swirling, murky drink.

Wishing for just one moment that you could drown yourself in it.

“Look, babe, I know you’re dealing with some major shock right now- but maybe you should go lay down. We’ll figure it out later-” Wanda’s voice is even and you appreciate her being so calm and sure during all of this but you just can't process the situation enough to accept it.

You can't go lay down.

“Why not?” Wanda questions and you didn't realize you’d said that out loud, you hadn't even felt your mouth form the words.

Your head really is swimming. Disconnected from your body a little bit. You force yourself to take a drink of the tea as she gives you a more pointed look.

“Because I have to- I don't know. I have to figure all this out” You protest. You can't hear your voice, how spiked with anxiousness it is.

“There’s not much to figure out” Wanda supplies, unhelpfully as she leans against the counter, arms folded over her chest and you give her a look that’s half between a glare and a gape.

“Um, what the fuck do you mean? There’s so much to figure out, I don't even know where to start” You give a short, sharp, slightly hysterical laugh gripping the mug hard enough to hurt with one hand while cupping your forehead with the other.

“Okay, first things first. And this is the big one: do you want this?”

Well, that whole ‘I'm done crying’ thought you’d had before was a lie. You feel the tears well up once more and overflow, spill down your already swollen cheeks. Your face is hot. Your tummy is full of rocks.

You’d always hated crying. It never made you feel released or freed or lighter like it did for other people. It made you feel icky and stupid. And afterwards it always felt like you’d gotten punched in the nose.

Yes, you did have a therapist to work out those issues with, thanks.

Your mind doesn't know what to do with that question.

You look at Wanda, searching her face as though she might have the answers but she just shook her head and reached out her hand to rub your shoulder. That’s all she could offer. Her support in whatever path you we’re about to embark on.

And then you look down, at the countertop. That was usually littered with stray tubes of mascara or straightening irons. Bobby pins and half lit candles. All the things that resided in the bathrooms of girls in their mid twenties.

In place of those was now four pregnancy tests. All of which read positive.

The first two had been those double lined ones. Two bold lines- both times. Then you’d ran down to the bodega at the end of the block and gotten two more. And those we’re more straight to the point. They literally read the word pregnant- in a font that you don't think you’d ever forget.

Did you want this? Did you want a baby?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I dont know- I’m not ready. The timing is all wrong” You croak.

“Okay” Wanda coo’s “well there's alternatives then-” you squeeze your eyes closed at that thought “Either way we should make a doctors appointment to make sure you’re actually pregnant. I’ve read so many stories about how unreliable these things are”

She holds up one of the tests and rambles on about all of the online articles she’d come across. How some woman had taken a dozen of ‘em, gotten all positive results and then went in and had an empty uterus.

“For one, ew. I peed on that” You nod your head at the test in her hand and she rolls her eyes.

“Other side of it- and I held your hair when you got food poisoning from that shrimp shack. I’ve come into contact with worse body fluids of yours”

“For two- I’m pregnant. I know it. I’ve known it for weeks. I knew something was wrong and I just tried to...think it away, you know? Out of sight, out of mind? I sound insane” saying the words out loud makes you realize how...ludicrous those thoughts had been. But still. It was the truth.

She just nods though “You don't”

There’s a moment of silence. Stretching, as you stew in your reality.

“I’d be doing it alone” you whisper into the mug as you sip on it “I really dont think he’d want a baby”

“You would never be alone, you know that. You have so many people in your life that would support you with this” Wanda protests, sad that you’d even say that.

“You know what I mean” You push on. Because having a good group of friends and family wouldn't change the fact that you were possibly looking at the possibility of being a single mother.

If you decided to keep it, that is.

“Yeah I do- and I don't know if I agree with that. Bucky's a lot of things, an arrogant asshole at that top of that list, but he’s a good guy and I think he’d want to be involved. He doesn't give off deadbeat dad vibes”

All of that was true. Bucky is a good guy, at the core of him.

He was kind and decent and the two of you had been friends for years upon years. He was charming, magnetic and women loved him- you’d found it amusing, before you we’re the one in his bed after a drunken night a month ago.

He’d left your messages mostly on seen since then. You’d only sent a few, but still that had stung. Him icing you out the moment he’d gotten into your pants pissed you off, not only because it was rude but because it was expected.

You knew how Bucky was with women, it had been such an idiot move to sleep with him.

It made it all the more complicated that you ran in the same social circles- had all the same friends. Sam’s small promotion dinner a couple weeks ago had been extremely awkward for you, to say the least.

He’d earned himself the cold shoulder from you and no matter how many times he’d try to broach a conversation with you, crack a joke in your direction, or single you out in a group conversation you pretended he didn't exist.

“Damn, re-jec-ted” It had been so obvious that Clint had of course pointed it out, which was uncomfortable but expected because Clint had no filter like that.

Bucky had stopped trying after that- and started flirting back with the waitress that had been throwing herself at him throughout the night. You cut out early, claiming tiredness. And upset stomach. Whatever to get you out of there.

To say it was a shitty night was a bit of an understatement and you hadn't spoken one word to him since.

“I haven't talked to him since that night- and now I’m what, supposed to call him up and tell him I’m carrying his child because he doesn't properly know how to operate a condom?

“I don't know, yeah? It doesn't mean you two need to get married, but if you choose to keep this baby, that’s going to be a conversation you’re going to have to have” Wanda is so annoying sometimes. She was such a sharp thinking human- always grounded and level headed. She claimed it was from always having to be the “good twin” growing up.

Of course she was rationalizing this whole thing while you we’re floundering about it like a fish.

“I think I should make a doctors appointment” You just mutter. You’d rather focus your attention there. It was easier, cleaner for you. A goal you could actually accomplish.

And so that’s what you did.

//////

They were able to get you in at the end of the week, which in overpopulated New York City was a godsend. And still, it felt like far too long. Like the reality of it couldn't sink in until you talked to a medical professional so you we’re left in some kind of fucked up long until then.

You tried to keep your anxious mind busy, throwing yourself into work. Talking to people over the static airways of the radio about their lives; about the world and all of its workings was so much easier than talking to anyone about what was going on with you.

The only person who knew was Wanda and you’d canceled all of your other plans during the week, not able to face anyone. Not yet.

Lots of sleepless nights, staring at the ceiling. Thinking until your brain physically hurt.

And then you’d turned to you journal- maybe if you wrote everything down it would make sense. If you could see it all, inked out, you could make a decision.

Did you want this child?

Wanda had suggested making a pro’s and con’s list and while it sounded crazy and unhelpful, and you rolled your eyes at it ‘As though that will help’, you ended up doing it anyways.

You start with Cons, naturally. Always had been too damn negative.

Cons:

-I have no fucking idea how to be a mom

-Bucky???

-My job. My career. Who’s going to watch the baby while I work?

-How in the fuck am I going to financially support a baby.

-No room in the apartment/My room is fucking tiny and where will we put a baby

(Wanda said we can turn half of the living room into a playroom/makeshift nursery. How fucked up though? Not even a real nursery)

-No car? A baby on the subway? No thank you.

-Weird to explain to people even if Bucky wants to co-parent. All our friends??

-PAIN

-Pregnancy looks so painful. Birth looks scary. My poor vagine.

-Life is basically over

-The baby will not have a grandmother from your side...

You could keep going on, but you decide to stop there. You could go on, make the list pages and pages long but you decide against it.

Pros:

-I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Always dreamed of babies and motherhood, baby fever crashes over me in waves.

-Me and Bucky’s baby is going to be cute AF(and that just pure facts)

-I have a great support system- amazing friends and family who I know will help

-Bucky could want to be involved. He probably will...maybe?

-He has a big family, i think. The baby would have lots of family

-I don't want to have an abortion. All about pro-choice, but I just...don't know if I can.

That had made you bite the end of your pen.

Adoption?

Could you give a child that you went through nine months of pregnancy up for adoption? Knowing yourself- probably not. You cant even get rid of the moth hole ridden clothes at the back of your closet. Not comparing a baby to a jean jacket- fuck, see how unequipped you were for this?

-I’d be a good mom(I think)

-I could swing it financially. Maybe get a second job

-At least I have a good insurance plan now

-My life might have more of a purpose?

You hide the lists away in one of your many journals. Stick it in the wicker basket under your night stand- and revisit it too many times in those days between.

You make a lot of other lists in that time, too. 

//////

One of them sits tucked in your purse as you make your way to the eighth floor- Arms folded across your chest and the inside of your bottom lip speared between your teeth as the elevator takes you up.

Wanda stands beside you, of course. Sipping on her iced americano. You’d tried to tell her that she didn't need to come, that you were perfectly okay with going on your own. You’d gotten about two words out before she shut you down-

“I already took the afternoon off, don't be ridiculous”

You both know you wouldn't admit it, stubborn as you we’re, but you’d let out a big sigh of relief. You really didn't want to do this alone.

The waiting room is standard for this building, looks similar to the one that you sit in when you see your GP- save for a sign hanging about the door that labels it the OB-GYN.

Fake plants and those standard waiting room chairs that had that weird diagonal print on them TV’s that we’re playing the local news and tables stacked with months dated magazines. There was no windows though and it made the back of your neck feel hot.

The receptionists is nice. Middle aged with mild with droning, mellow voice. She checks you in fast and efficiently and tells you that you’ve got about a 15 minute wait on your hands.

Annoying, you think even though you give her a big grin and a sweet ‘thank you’. You’d been right on time. Why in all offices of all kinds is there always a fucking wait?

Wanda has plopped down on a chair in the corner and is fingering through an issue of LIFE, her long legs crossed at the knee. you sit next to her. The office air conditioner is blasting, it had been a muggy May in the city, but you feel overheated. You let the chunky cardigan you’d donned slip down one shoulder, exposing your skin to the chilly air.

You should feel the cold but you’re over heated. Nervous as hell. Why doesnt anyone else in this office seem nervous?

You tend to people watch when you get overly anxious like you are now. Tend to take in every little detail of every little thing around you.

There’s a black couple- the woman doesn't look pregnant but they’re holding hands tightly and they keep whispering to each other. He smiles and nudges her shoulder with his. Then there’s a Latina woman who looks just about ready to pop and is reading one of the kids book to a little boy with her eyes. A white lady, with twin carriers rocks them gently as she chats with a woman who looked to be related to her, maybe. Older and graying.

You feel like a creep but you can't stop looking at them all. Staring at each of the people who are at different stages of the same  life-path you found yourself on.

Wanda clicks her tongue as her dark eyes focus on the magazine. Muttering, her accent thick, about how the lenses they used for the shoot on the page was all wrong.

Her photographers eye was snobby and elitist.

“Y/N?” The nurse calls you back, not butchering your name which is nice and look over at your best friend.

“Are you sure you don't want me to come back with you?” Wanda whispers, big gingerbread eyes searching yours and you shake your head quickly.

You had to do this, on your own. What if...what if you ended up having to do this whole thing alone? You had to be grown, had to face this solo. That’s just how you felt, even if it might not be true.

“It’s just another appointment- I can do it on my own. I’ll live” there's a reasoning lilt in your voice that she doesn't quite buy but she nods all the same. Tells you that she’ll be waiting right there for you as you muster up all your courage and train your face into a smile, following the nurse into the back offices, the door mechanically closing behind the two of you.

The OB’s office is...warmer then you’d thought it would be. Her desk has frames of all types and her walls are plastered with colorful posters, making the alabaster of the wallpaper less daunting. There was even a window in here.

You’re perched up on the exam table/ chair thingy, staring out at the tall buildings across the street, at the people moving fast below on the sidewalks. You wonder what all of them are doing? How many of the have kids?...

When there’s a soft knock at the door your attention snaps back to the present.

Doctor Helen Cho is a petite Asian woman. She has glossy dark hair that's tied up in a clip high on the  back of her head, and her voice is friendly and her expression open as introduces herself to you and reaches out to shake your hand.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, too” You sound so much surer and more confident then you feel. It had always been your party trick- meeting new people and being able to talk to them. Leaving trails of barley there acquaintances in your wake.

“So it says here that you think you’re pregnant, yes?” She gets right to it, and your appreciative for it.

“Yeah, I know I am.  I took four tests and they all came out positive and I...I feel really off” you try to explain it, poorly but she seems to understand.

“When you say off, do you mean like bad feeling off or?” She probes as she sits at her desk, swivels her chair to face you. Her chocolate almond eyes weren't piercing or clinical, just waiting.

“Not really bad? But I’ve just been so tired lately and I’ve had like, zero appetite. And my breasts have been so sensitive that it hurts to put on a bra” as you tell here these things you could slap your head for not assuming you were pregnant before you’d taken the tests.

Dr. Cho hums and nods as she looks over her tablet “Well from the look of these results from those blood and urine tests your nurse went ahead and gave you when you came in, I can tell you that you are definitely about nine weeks pregnant- so those symptoms are right on with where you are”

You inhale and exhale, bigly. It’s real. It’s been real, was a notion, a happening but now...it’s so freaking real.

And there's a real life changing decision to be made-

That you’d already made before you’d even walked into this office but now seemed even clearer. Crystal, in that moment of clarity.

“I want to keep it” Your confident as you say it. Your voice cracks with some kind of emotion you couldn't even begin to explain, but you’re confident. You’re sure.

Dr. Cho grins at you, and stands, congratulating you then, after she’s sure you even want a congratulations. You like her, think you might.

It’s hard to focus on her voice though because all your mind can think of is the next big obstacle, the next big step in all of this.

How were you going to tell Bucky?

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Seven Tears

⇢Pairing: Selkie!Seokjin x Reader ⇢Genre: Selkie!AU, Soulmate?!AU        ↳[mostly fluff][some angst][some smut] ⇢Word Count: 22,455  ⇢Warnings: A very slow burn, a lot of vignettes, smut (soft sex, oral-female receiving, angry sex- nothing crazy), tropes galore, corny rhymes, sappy romance, fluff that will rot your teeth, occasional swearing   ⇢Masterlist

Your heart calls you to the sea, ever since your fateful encounter at the age of seven with a boy who whispers these words to you:

Seven tears into the sea,

In seven years I’ll come to thee.

The longing in your heart my dear,

Beckons me closer every year.

Inspired by the book Seven Tears into the Sea by Terri Farley. 

⇢A/N: This fic is self-edited, so read at your own risk.  Here’s to my first fic on Tumblr! Better to start with a bang, and a whopping 22K word count (holy shit- I’m dead). I guess I wanted to make an impression!  Buckle your seatbelts folks, and get ready for super sappy romance with Seokjin. Lol.

SEVEN

You’re excited because your parents are finally bringing you to the beach- you’ve been waiting ever since they told you they bought a small vacation house that the whole family could enjoy.  Ever since they told you all you look at are picture books filled with images of sky, sea and sand.

The drive feels like forever, and you keep your eyes plastered to the window- even your brother Taehyung, who would usually be shoving action figures into your hand to play can’t help but watch the landscape outside the car turn from city into the coast.

By the time you reach the cute white beach house that faces the sea, Taehyung is pulling your hand to help him find your bathing suits amongst the luggage. 

You wander from your parents over to the tide pools amongst the rocks, because what sort of cool creatures are waiting for you there? Taehyung is too busy building a sandcastle to want to go with you, so you make the trek to the large rocks yourself. You do know that mom and dad told you to be careful, especially since the rocks are sharp.  The pull of your curiosity is ultimately outweighs their warnings and you scramble up the dark, rough rocks that contrast the white softness of the sand your that your toes just left.  

The tide pools are full of cute crabs that hide in the recesses of the rocks when your shadow passes over them.  The waves splash splash splash against the rocks, creating a steady song.  The cool mist of the water sprays against your sun-kissed face. It’s a really nice feeling, an experience that your picture books do not provide you. You get a little caught up in the moment, and thats when a particularly big wave comes splashing down, causing yourself to squeak and twist your body away.  You end up a bit off balance though (Taehyung was always commenting about how clumsy you were) and you fall backwards, the force of the fall coming to an impact against your right leg. Ouch. Mom and dad did say the rocks were sharp. Looking at the scrape, you see it turn an angry red, blood beginning to form.  At the sight of your leg, and the initial shock of the impact gone, you couldn’t help the large tears that form- sliding off your cheeks and into the sea in front of you.  

Your cries must have been heard from the sandy beach as Taehyung quickly stands up from his sandcastle to move towards you- mom and dad quickly in pursuit.  Trying to brush your tears off your face (Taehyung would definitely call you a crybaby and now that you were seven this year there was no way that was going to happen), you don’t notice a shadow that dances along your crying figure. 

You felt a soft tap tap tap of a cool hand on your shoulder, causing your face to look upwards in confusion.  

Your eyes met with a pair of dark ones, belonging to a young boy who couldn’t be too different in age to you.  His eyes began to crinkle along the edges, smiling.  Your crying turns into hiccups, immediately mesmerized by the way his dark hair stuck wetly against his forehead, his figure looking otherworldly, and the water that is on his body seems to shimmer in the sunlight, against the backdrop of the blue sky behind him. He must have been swimming nearby you think, and heard your cries.  Offering a hand, he pulls you up- the coolness of his touch making you forget about the slight twinge of your right leg. 

“Y/N!” “Are you alright?” The flurry of your parents shouts and your brother’s yelps causing you to turn your head over your shoulder.       

A cool breath sneaks its way to your ear, causing you to shudder, even under the heat of the sun. Suddenly you hear a voice whisper sweetly, passing by like a summer breeze.

Seven tears into the sea,

In seven years I’ll come to thee.

The longing in your heart my dear,

Beckons me closer every year.

And with that the cool hand that held your own is released.  Turning back around, you hear a splash, and the boy is gone. You couldn’t think long about your strange encounter though, because just then mom has a towel around your shoulders, and your father holds your hand while your brother who is nervously bouncing at the edge of the rocks. Your parents take you back to the white beach house, deciding that there was enough activity for one day. 

That night your father treated you to your favorite ice cream, and your mother brushed your hair before you slept.  Taehyung even read your favorite picture books to you that night, without you even asking him to, like you usually do.

Your eyes feel heavy after the long day, your brothers voice becoming your lullaby.  As your eyes began to close you couldn’t help but see two dark eyes, which pull you into the depths of your dreams.

FOURTEEN

It’s the beach house again this year, and you feel a pull in your heart as you pack your duffel for the summer.  There has always been a strange magnetism you feel whenever the sea and the coast appear.  The feelings overwhelms you so much so that going to the sea during the summer makes you anxious- there is an emptiness and longing, as if it’s whispering to you every time the waves crash against the shore.  You almost said yes to go camping with your best friend Yerin and her family, just so that you wouldn’t feel this way every time your parents mentioned the beach house.  But the feeling of longing is stronger this year, and when Yerin is invited to come to the beach instead, because Taehyung really wanted to show Jimin, his best friend, his awesome beach house - you know you have to go.

“You know Y/N, I much prefer relaxing on the beach versus the forest.” Yerin giggles, as she slides into the seat next to you. “Plus, the view is much better on the beach.” She waggles her eyebrows while giving you a knowing smile. Being fourteen means yeah, boys have started to get your attention, although you really only have the guts to eye cute boys from afar.  You definitely feel too awkward to actually flirt, since you don’t really get the opportunity to. Whatever flirting actually is.    

“I agree, the beachside view is really nice,” you hear Taehyung say behind you, “and the water is always really refreshing!” You roll your eyes at your brother and Yerin lets out a sigh, while Jimin stifles a laugh to Taehyung’s confused “Huh? What’s wrong with what I said?”      

Yeah… too bad all the boys you know are friends of Taehyung and the boys in your class.  Even though Taehyung is just a year older than you, he sure doesn’t get girls yet. Or at least he doesn’t show it to you openly. To be honest, you don’t understand the subtleties of flirting with the opposite sex, but you know that boys around your age are definitely aren’t worth your time due to how awkward they are, just like you.

Your parents are the last to get settled into the car, and they look pretty happy to finally get some time away from work. “Ready?” Your mom says kindly, twisting in the seat to smile back at the four of you.

Already you feel something- the anticipation of that something bubbles inside of you, getting ready to cascade outwards like a fountain.

You and Yerin find yourself hiding in the shade on the porch, partially booted out of the house due to the fact Taehyung and Jimin wanted to play video games in the living room.  So you fill your time lazily, listening to music and looking at magazines of the latest dreamy boyband, while comparing horoscopes. After a couple of hours however, the heat is stifling, hanging thickly in the air, with no summer breeze to remedy it.  The feeling of one large sweat drop fall into your eyes is the last bit of motivation to move- it’s time for some iced tea to cool you off.  “Iced tea?” You ask Yerin as you slowly stand up, grimacing at the sweat that sticks to your shorts and tank. Yerin nods her head with as much energy as she can gather at the moment.  “You’re a lifesaver.”  

Back inside, you hear a mix of shouting voices escaping the living room, and the shouts sound more than just Taehyung and Jimin.  You roll your eyes.  Great.  More dumb, noisy boys means you can’t come back inside anytime soon.  The kitchen oversees the living room, which means you want to get the iced tea and leave before Taehyung begins to whine at you to bring him snacks or something.

   “Who is that?“ You raise your head up from your current task of pouring the iced tea in alarm. Crap! You’ve been spotted. You see five heads turn to you slowly, to match the two other boys who noticed your presence first.

“Oh that’s just Y/N,” Taehyung says, waving his hand dismissively, turning back to the screen in disinterest. “She’s my younger sister.” Jimin sends you a little wave.

 “Well my name is Hoseok!” His bright voice and infectious good mood travels across the room easily, and it’s impossible to not smile a little in return. “This is Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook and Seokjin.”

At the mention of their names, the boys respond in their own way.  Namjoon smiles, dimples forming, Yoongi gives a curt nod and gummy smile, and Jungkook waves enthusiastically.  Seokjin’s lips form into a knowing smile, and he is the first one to speak up. “Hello Y/N. Call me Jin. It’s nice to see you.” 

Nice to see you? That’s a weird way of putting it. But you can’t help the uncanny feeling that you have met him before. Was he in the magazine from before? He sure seems like it- you haven’t met someone that handsome before. “Uhm, nice to meet you too?” You shift from one foot to the next, as your right leg begins to twinge a bit.  You wave back politely, and the other boys turn back to face the video game on the TV. Your eyes linger on Seokjin’s, because he’s still staring directly at you, tilting his head slightly as if he is deciding what to say next.  

You take this as a cue, and you shuffle away, breaking your eye contact to returning to the back porch as swiftly as you can without looking awkward. You try not to think about a set of eyes you know is watching your retreating form. “About time!” Yerin says, grasping for the iced drink, wanting some relief. “Sorry,” you mumble back, plopping back into the oversized chair in the corner. You want to distract yourself, so you begin lazily sketching in your sketchbook. You avoid going back inside until you hear Taehyung’s new friends leave the house, and you exhale- tension releasing from you didn’t know you had until just now.

It seems as if Taehyung and Jimin have found some new steadfast friends, because the next day, the boys are already using the white beach house as their consistent hangout location. It looks like your relaxing summer with Yerin just turned into rowdy and noisy one. 

It’s still a bit earlier in the morning, so the beach is currently at a tolerable heat to relax at. You and Yerin drag your beach towels and large umbrella on the sand. Just as you begin to settle into your towel, you hear Hoseok laughing, and voices of “No fair, that’s cheating!” to, “I want to change teams!”. A small smile tugs on your lips. As much as you want to roll your eyes at their playful antics, it’s impossible not to smile and appreciate how they seem to enjoy every day hanging out with one another. You turn your gaze to Yerin, who is currently reading and listening to music, and smile, grateful for your own friend to keep you company. Soon enough, you find yourself turning to watch their attempt at beach volleyball. You watch from behind your sunglasses, and you observe how the ball lands and hits the sand more than in the air. You stifle a snort as Taehyung serves the ball crooked towards Jungkook, who shouts dramatically as he dives to try and salvage the volley, only for him to fall into the sand while the beach ball flies askew to bounce into Seokjin arm. Yoongi, who is on the sidelines taking score, begins to laugh. You take the moment to rummage around your large tote bag beside you, and take out your small black sketchbook and a pencil. Feeling inspired, you begin to doodle some cute penguins attempt to play some volleyball. 

You have always been the one to doodle in class along your notebooks, and recently this year Yerin suggested for you to put those doodles in a sketchbook rather than the sides of your notes, so you could appreciate them more.  Soon enough, you already filled three by the time summer rolled around, and are currently on your fourth. You become invested into your doodling- and as you get into adding cute sunglasses and swim trunks to your penguins, and you don’t notice a figure leaning over your form, trying to sneak a peek.

“Those are penguins are really cute!” 

You jump slightly in surprise, and your head whips towards the voice. It’s Seokjin who is crouching down next to you, grinning happily at your penguins. 

 “T-thanks.” You say in return, inwardly cringing at your stutter. Not only is it the first time Seokjin has been this close to you, but it is the first time he has come up to you to talk to you while you are alone. Speaking of, where did Yerin go? You hear the trill of her laughter down by the water, along with with Namjoon’s. When did she get up and leave her towel? Your heartbeat begins to pound in your ears, and you can feel a blush begin to settle on your cheeks.   

“Do you mind?” He says, hands outstretched to your sketchbook, politely hesitating. His eyes find yours as he waits for your permission. 

You shrug and hand the notebook to him. “Not at all, thanks for asking first. Not a lot of people do that.” You’re thankful that Seokjin is the one to break eye contact first.

He hums in acknowledgement, and begins to flip through the other pages in your sketchbook, taking a seat to sit cross-legged next to you on your towel.  His knee brushes against your own, but you try not to pay too much attention to that fact.

“You really are talented, you know?” He smiles softly, shoulders bumping against yours. You smile in return, tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear. “You really think so? It’s just a hobby.” “I really think you have a talent for creating cute characters!” He says, making sure you understand to not diminish the talents you have. Seokjin sounds genuine, and you feel a surge of appreciation towards him. 

 The two of you spend a quiet moment sitting together, him looking at your sketchbook, and you of him. You think you are being sneaky, peeking from behind your sunglasses. You get to really appreciate how handsome Seokjin is. There is no sense of a typical awkward teen growth period. His skin is flawless and smooth, unlike others his age- there is no acne in sight, you notice jealously. His chocolate brown hair ruffles slightly in the breeze as you notice his broad shoulders, and his sun-kissed skin which looks striking against his pink cotton t-shirt. His soft smile accentuates his very full lips, which causes you unconsciously begin to nibble on your own. Seokjin definitely makes you feel inferior- and you pull your thin coverup tighter around your body. He’s extremely attractive. You think maybe it’s because he’s a bit older than you- there is always something likable about older guys.

You get caught up appreciating everything that is Kim Seokjin. So much so that you didn’t notice how Seokjin’s sole attention is now on you. His smile turns into a smirk. “I should give you your sketchbook back, that way you can copy down pure art.” Feeling like a kid who has been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, you don’t have the chance to retort to his confident self-appraisal, as you hear Yerin and Jimin calling. “Jin! Y/N! Come on! Let’s get ice cream!” 

Seokjin breaks eye contact with you to stand up, stretching his arms above his head. You pretend that you didn’t try to look at the tiny sliver of his abdomen that peeks out at you when he does so. You feel him ruffle your hair playfully, and set your sketchbook in your lap. “Come on, the ice cream isn’t going to wait for us!” He says, turning to grab the umbrella as he begins to walk up the small hill to the white beach house. You blink, and it takes you a second before you scramble to shove your notebook in your bag and grab the things Yerin has left behind. 

“Seokjin!” You shout, embarrassed, running up behind him, trying to fix the mess of your hair that he created.  All you hear is his laugh. Catching up next to him, he simply says, “I told you to call me Jin.”

Today, everyone decides to learn how to fish from Jin- spurned on due to the fact that he couldn’t stop bragging about how good he was at catching them.

 “You think I’m good with a fishing rod, just wait until you see me catch them bare handed.” He says, sticking his nose up with confidence. Yoongi scoffs next to him, while Jungkook glares back playfully. “Challenge accepted. So tell me how to use this thing.”

 You and Yerin aren’t that interested in fishing, but it’s something else to do besides laze around on the beach. That and it’s always fun to hang out with the guys lately. You’re surprised at how much they like hanging out with you (and that Taehyung has let you hang out too), and you with them. You giggle at Hoseok’s apprehension to spearing the live worm on the hook, his face contorting in disgust. Glancing around the fishing boat, Taehyung looks confused at the reel, and Jimin looks wide eyed at Jin who is demonstrating to Namjoon how to cast. Forever chill, Yoongi is already calmly sitting with the fishing line cast, waiting for a bite. Jungkook seems like he has already gotten it, a competitive fire burning in his eyes. You share a fishing rod with Yerin, both of you a little tentative on when to reel back in, getting confused with the natural bob of the sea versus the feeling of a fish looking for a snack.

Fishing sure does require patience. Occasionally, you hear a shout of either frustration or happiness. It’s Yerin’s turn to hold the fishing pole, and during your break your eyes begin to check and see which of your friends were successful. It looks like Yoongi has fallen asleep, black snapback resting over his eyes and arms resting comfortably in his lap, while Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung have given up on fishing altogether- opting to snack on some sandwiches while listening to music. Jungkook honestly looks like he’s about to give up as well, looking jealously at their meal. He seems satisfied, turning to glance at the three fish he caught in the white bucket next to him, and rests his fishing pole on the side of the boat to join them. Namjoon and Yerin are quietly chatting about something or other, paying more attention to their conversation than to the fishing poles that are in their hands.

 Your gaze finally falls on Jin, as you are unable to keep your eyes away. His neck and ears are turning pink- and you are unsure if he is getting a sunburn, even with the straw hat place on his head. But your attention returns to his face, and you see that once again, he’s staring back- with dark eyes that seem to want to drown you in them.

“Any luck?” You ask, shuffling your chair over to sit next to him. Jin shrugs, lips quirking into a small smirk. “I’ve caught five so far. Like I said, I’m a god at handling a fishing pole.” You roll your eyes. “What are you going to do with the fish now?” You ask, motioning your hand at the bucket of fish in front of Jin. “We're going to eat them, of course. I can make a mad fish stew.” You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “You know how to cook?” “Of course, not just fish, but steak too. It’s a hobby of mine.” Jin nods his head, already thinking of the ingredients he has prepared on the boat. Of course he knows how to cook. Why wouldn’t Jin know how to cook? 

A comfortable silence drifts between you, the sound of the water splashing lightly against the hull of the boat- until it is interrupted by by the particularly loud sound of your stomach gurgling. Your cheeks feel warm, and Jin notices how the pink in your cheeks compliment the sky- the lowering sun painting everything in a rosy hue. “I guess that is my cue- I can’t have empty stomachs when I’m around!” He stands, and his fingers naturally buries into your soft locks to tousle the strands of your hair again, though not quite as messy this time around. The common gesture between the two of you feels tender now. You look at him and pout and Jin, catching him winking at you as he grabs the various buckets that have fish in them.    

The other boys seem to perk up from their naps at the smell that drifts from the tiny kitchen of the small boat to your awaiting nostrils about an hour later. You find that your mouth waters in anticipation. “Time to eat!” Jin says, popping his head outside, and there is a mad scramble that ensues. Annoyingly, Kim Seokjin is not lying when he says he makes a mad fish stew. The spicy tang of the broth mixed with freshly caught fish tastes perfect with the cooling night air. You’re not the only one who enjoys the meal, as the food makes the your usually raucous group of friends silent, enjoying each other’s presence while under the twinkling summer night. Taking another bite of rice, you smile quietly to yourself, happy to discover another facet that makes Kim Seokjin.

You and Yerin are relaxing in your room- the cooler, cloudy day providing the initial tell tale signs of a summer beginning to close. It’s nice to have a girl’s day, just the two of you, painting your nails while listening to a boy band play softly from your speaker. Chatting about nothing and everything, both of you willing for the summer to last just a bit longer.

There is a slight break in the music, as it it switches over to the next track.

“Do you think Jin sees me as a younger sister?” You say quietly, not wanting to sound too eager. Your brow creases as you wait for Yerin’s response.  “I knew you were developing a crush on him!” She exclaims, waggling her eyebrows with a smirk. “You have good taste.” “That’s not it!” You respond, a little too quickly. “Plus, I’ve seen you chatting with Namjoon a lot recently too.” You would shove her playfully, but you just finished painting your nails. You feel victorious when you see a sweet blush blooming across her cheeks.  

Yerin takes her time to respond however, contemplating on what she wants to say. She hesitates slightly before opening her mouth. “To be honest Y/N, I think summer crushes are meant to be that- short and sweet.” Yerin looks at you softy, and it seems like she’s telling the both of you this advice. You know she’s right- Yerin always seems to be more contemplative than she lets on. It’s probably why she gets along with Namjoon so well. 

The next track plays one of your favorites, taking the both of you out of your contemplative spell. Jumping up to dance crazily with Yerin, you ignore the bubbling feelings inside of you, your body reminding yourself to live happily to savor the last few moments of summer that you can.

It’s the end of your summer and your time at the beach house. The boys have gathered in order to say goodbye to their new friends. The five of them line up next to your car, and you feel sad. They may have started as a group of loud and obnoxious boys, but over the last couple of months or so you would even start calling them your friends too- just because they have spent the entire summer hanging out with you too. You have more memories involving them, then without out them this vacation. Taehyung and Jimin have already said their goodbyes, sitting and waiting in the car with your parents. Yerin gives each of the boys big hugs, lingering slightly longer against Namjoon’s. 

“I’ll be back sooner than you think! Y/N can’t keep me away!” Yerin shouts, hopping into the car. “You better come back!” Says Hoseok playfully. When you reach him at the bottom of the steps, he crushes you with an enthusiastic hug.  “Make sure you text us often, okay?” You squeeze Hoseok back, giving him a few soft pats on the shoulder for comfort. “I promise.” Yoongi smiles his typical gummy smile at you and scratches behind his head sheepishly. “I’m seriously going to block anyone who bothers me too much. Have a good year, okay?” He grabs you on the shoulder with one hand while patting your arm. Namjoon smiles at you with a dimpled cheek, looking thoughtful. “We’ll miss you, Taehyung and Jimin. It’s going to be a lot quieter when you guys are gone.” You chuckle at Namjoon, ribbing him with your elbow. “We both know that it will still be loud.” Jungkook looks sad to lose a friend. “You promise to play next year, right?” You are the one to initiate a hug with Jungkook first, giving him a quick hug. “Of course silly.” You say, smiling at him reassuringly. You hesitate slightly, because Jin is the last one you have to say goodbye to. “What about you?” You say, turning to face him. “Will you be back next year?” Jin smiles at you, and it’s only brief, but there is a twinge of sadness. He begins to open his mouth but, Namjoon speaks up. “He lives pretty far away, and I think his parents are pretty strict. Jin doesn’t live here like us. We only met him this summer like you guys.” Jin nods in agreement. You hesitate, deciding whether or not you should embrace Jin. He solves your dilemma for you, opening his arms to envelop you. “Don’t worry though,” he says finally, replacing his somber mood with a brighter one, “Even if you don’t hear from me for a while, I’ll always be thinking of you.” His grip tightens around you until he dips his mouth closer to your ear. Quietly, so quiet you think you are imagining it, he whispers-

Seven tears into the sea,

In Seven years I’ll come to thee.

The longing in your heart my dear,

Beckons me closer every year.

Before you can process his words, he has already released you, ruffling your hair for the last time. You move quickly to get into the car, running away to hide your warm cheeks and to calm your fluttering heart. Your father’s subtle encouragement to get going is reflected in the low rumble of the car engine starting. As the car slowly starts to pull away, Taehyung and Jimin have already rolled down their window, smiling and waving. You lower your own window, just to shout your own goodbyes. “Jin! I’m not a child!”

His iconic laugh is the last thing you hear in your ears, as you are not brave enough to twist around in your seat to look back at your friend’s retreating forms. 

As you drive onwards, you try and tamper the bubbling emotions that have been welling up inside of you this entire summer. Your short and sweet summer crush leaves a bittersweet longing in your heart.

TWENTYONE

It's finally your summer. Earlier this year your parents gave you the freedom to stay at the beach house without supervision - as long as Taehyung was there too. You just finished your senior year, your stressful college life behind you. You want to enjoy this last summer, before facing the inevitability of your upcoming responsibilities as an adult you will face soon enough. 

“Just don’t break anything, okay?” Your mother asks, as you close the trunk of Taehyung’s Jeep. “No promises.” Taehyung smirks in retort, and you slap him in the arm. He rubs his slender arm, wincing dramatically while he makes his way to the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry Mom, Yerin and I will take care of Taehyung.” You say as you try and reassure your mother. Your mother sighs deeply and crosses her arms in front. You hear a snort and you try and refrain the desire to punch Jimin in the arm. Per the usual, Jimin has already claimed the front seat next to Taehyung. 

“What makes you automatically take shotgun?” You whine, joining Yerin in the backseat, making sure you hit Jimin’s headrest on the way in. “When you supply the booze, you get to sit where ever you want.” He smirks, already scrolling through his phone to find the perfect music for a road trip to summer vacation. 

It honestly doesn’t annoy you. Your excitement is barely contained, and you are practically vibrating in your seat. Taehyung is no better, his hands drumming the steering wheel with excitement. Although it’s already been a year since Taehyung has graduated from college, it’s also his first time alone at the beach without your parents. You hate to admit it, but you’re glad that Taehyung and Jimin are coming along- while he’s your brother and your brother’s best friend, you barely have gotten to see them this busy year.  

Luckily, Yerin attended the same school as you. You look to your best friend, who is currently typing away furiously on her phone. “And sent!” She says eagerly. “I just texted the guys that we are on our way.” The four of you wave to your parents, and with a quick “Love you!” from Taehyung, you guys are on your way.

Re-settling into your seat for the long drive, you smile, especially when you feel a buzz from your phone. You can tell immediately it’s a text from Hoseok, especially with the abundance of emoticons. It’s been a while since you and the boys have been able to catch up- the stress of growing up means everyone gets caught up in meeting deadlines, working and cramming for exams. “Man, it’s been forever since we last saw them, hasn’t it?” You say, tilting your head while you try to remember the last time you saw your summer friends. Your mind briefly flashes to a certain handsome someone. It’s been even longer since you’ve seen him. Taehyung nods, glancing at you through the rear-view mirror. “Especially since we haven’t been able to go to the beach for the last couple of summers with summer school and job searching getting in the way.” Jimin hums appreciatively. “I’m just lucky I was able to convince my manager to let me have this time off.” You hear Taehyung groan. “Yeah, don’t remind me how I had to move a couple of engagement shoots around. Bridezillas man.” He shivers, recalling a particularly unpleasant memory. 

“Well, now it’s time to forget about everything and just enjoy this summer!” Yerin shouts, leaning over the center console to turn up the volume. Taehyung and Jimin may have a year of adulting on you, but once again, they sure don’t act like it. The four of you get lost in the music, goofing off- the stress and worries rolling off in waves.

When you arrive at the beach house a couple of hours later, nothing looks different. The feeling of nostalgia washes over you, and that certain feeling of bubbling emotions that you didn’t realize were still there begins to grow once again. 

Taehyung fumbles with the key to the house, while Yerin begins to help Jimin with unloading the car. You stretch, the late afternoon sun revitalizing your worn body, the sea salt tickling your nose when you take in a deep breath. You’re already itching to feel the sand underneath your toes. With a shout of success, Taehyung opens the door and you all push against his back in order to claim your rooms. Yerin claims the guest room first, and Taehyung confidently takes the master bedroom that your parents usually rest in. Jimin naturally goes to Taehyung’s room, and you shuffle to your own. 

It doesn’t take long before the four of you are dressed in swimwear, rushing to the sand. The minute the sand hits your bare feet you relish in the place that you’ve missed for so long. Soon after that, you hear a car parking, and a beep of the lock. The shouts that come from the porch are a dead giveaway with who has just arrived.

Jungkook and Hoseok reach Taehyung and Jimin first, tackling them in a hug. They are quick to envelop you and Yerin too. Namjoon walks with Yoongi in tow, the two of them just as eager to say hello. When they join everyone on the shore, you slyly see the soft smile that passes between Yerin and Namjoon. Amongst the sharing of hugs and laughs, you catch yourself looking upwards to the porch, expecting to see someone else come running down. You feel your smile falter slightly in disappointment when you know he isn’t there. But this isn’t time to be wistful, so you turn your attention to the very handsome men who know stand beside you. You whistle, appreciating how your friends have grown. Their soft features have been replaced with angled jaws and growing muscles for a few years now, but every time you see them shocks you over again. Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows scooting up next to you. “We’ve become even more handsome, haven’t we?” He says playfully, and you shove him slightly in retaliation. Yerin laughs as she hooks her arms around you and mimics Hoseok’s greasy tone. “We’ve become even more sexy, haven’t we?” Namjoon sputters, face growing a bit red. Taehyung gags, shouting a quick, “Gross!” For good measure, Jimin’s laugh filling the air.  Yoongi just smiles, watching with a warm gaze over his friends.  

Everyone spends time on the sand, sitting in a circle, animatedly talking about how the last few years have gone by. Jungkook groans when he realizes he’s the last to graduate. “Don’t remind me.” He says, dejectedly poking the sand. There is a slight lull in the conversation after that, each of you contemplating your own responsibilities that you will have to face soon enough. “You know,” Namjoon says after a while, sounding thoughtful, “this reunion would feel complete if Jin was here. Has anyone talked to him in a while?” Your head shoots up in response to his name being mentioned. You see a series of shaking heads and soft answers of “No.” “I wonder what he’s been up to…” Namjoon continues, “I wonder if his parents will finally let him hang out this summer again.” “We have no way of contacting him though. He has never texted back to our messages after we first met when we were fourteen. How will we invite him down here again?” Jimin muses, his question lingering in the air.   

Hoseok snaps his finger, breaking the sullen silence. “We’ll just have to have a party so huge that he can’t help but hear about it.” Eyes begin to light up, as an excitement buzzes in the air. Taehyung bounces in his seat. “Let’s have it at our place!” Yoongi speaks up, gummy smile appearing. “I’ll supply the music and speakers.” Jimin smirks “Booze accounted for.” Jungkook grins, bunny smile appearing. “I’ll get the hype going.” Namjoon nods in response. “I’ll help.” Yerin turns to you, eyes wordlessly reading yours for approval. You grin at everyone. “There’s no way he won’t come this year.” And with that, everyone scrambles, shouting out ideas to one another. You really hope this works.    

It’s only an hour that the house party has been in full swing, and you can see the steady flow of people arriving. You feel a buzz in your pocket of your shorts, and you groan when you read the text message. It’s Taehyung, and it’s your turn to go get the next round of alcohol from storage in the garage. You unclip the garage keys from your belt loop and go to unlock the door. Inside the garage, you grab a large tote and fill it up with as much bottles of various booze as you can, as well as another packet of red solo cups.

You open the door, and attempt to lock it behind you. Your task didn’t take you longer than five or so minutes, but five or so minutes can change everything. Jungkook and Namjoon must have told what feels like a million people- that or your summer friends must be more popular than you realize- and the small beach house can’t accommodate the amount of people that came inside the house within those five or so minutes. Bodies are spilling onto the wrap-around porch and onto the beach below, as there isn’t enough room. You are glad you hid the breakables in your (thankfully) locked bedroom before the party started. Yoongi is blasting his music mixes from the speakers from somewhere- you can feel the heavy bass vibrate underneath your feet, even from the entrance of the house. You push through with your purchase, and you feel how hot and humid the further you venture inside, your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, signaling to you that It’s time for a beer. You struggle against the crowd, hugging the giant bag of alcohol against your body, and you briefly notice a crowd of people surrounding what looks to be like Hoseok, who is showing some mad popping abilities.

You are thankful for the open floor plan of this house, because otherwise it would have been impossible to make it to your destination. You finally make it to the kitchen, dumping the liquor on the counter and shoving the beer inside an empty cooler. You take the opportunity to plunge your hand into one of the other large coolers. The icy water in the cooler is instant relief, and you refrain from the temptation to dump an entire solo cup of it on your head. Your fingers grasp the neck of a bottle, and you grab, not caring about the contents. At this point, anything to cool you down will satisfy you. You use the counter to effortlessly pop the lid off of your beer. Thank god you learned that trick early on in college, because you’d be one thirsty motherfucker otherwise. You decide to sit on a dry spot on the counter, the cool marble relieving your thighs for just a brief moment. From your elevated position, you manage to spot Jimin’s brightly colored locks, and from the looks of it, he’s currently grinding with a particularly pretty lady. Your eyes continue to scan the room, and eyes rolling at Taehyung who is currently standing on a chair with a red solo cup in each hand. He’s definitely showing off for the couple of scantily clad chicks who are cheering him on to do who know’s what. 

Curious about your other friends, you just manage to spot Jungkook in his signature black bucket hat- smack dab in the middle of dancing bodies. You notice him due to the fact that his phone is attached to a selfie stick as he videos the chaos of bodies that engulf him. Of course the majority of those bodies are female, but you’re sure he’s not complaining at all. 

The humidity and heat doesn’t mix well with the alcohol that you are ingesting, and so you jump off the counter, careful to not let anything spill. You need to get out to the porch for some fresh air. You take a deep breath before you plunge back into the mass of bodies, trying to ignore the grasp of some wandering hands. When you reach the porch, your relief is still yet to be found, but at least there are not as many people. You nudge your way through the bodies, and you briefly notice Yerin and Namjoon sucking face on the porch couch.

When you reach the sand, you remove your flip flops, crouching to hide them amongst the small shrubbery, so they don’t go missing later. The music is just as loud outside the house, and so you don’t notice a figure approaching you to tap you on the shoulder. You jump and spin around, frowning, expecting to see a drunk guy attempting to make a pass at you. What you don’t expect to see however, is a grinning Kim Seokjin.

And this Kim Seokjin is far superior to the Kim Seokjin that you last saw when you were fourteen. His baby fat is gone from his face, and you see the clean cut of his jawline. His once arms now show a hint of muscle, peeking from his T-shirt. There was no way you could’ve imagined Hoseok’s plan working. “J-jin?” Why is it you manage to you stutter at least once, whenever you talk him? 

“It’s nice to see you again Y/N.” Jin says something else, but you tilt your head in confusion- you can’t quite hear him over the blaring music. He feels your hand in his, cool from holding the beer, but there is a heat the blooms between the two of you at your contact. You tug him forward, moving further down the beach towards the waves.

“I can finally hear myself think.” You say, reluctantly dropping his hand to turn to face him. Jin notices your flushed cheeks, and he can feel the heat rush to his ears. “So what were you saying?” You look at Jin directly, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“What have you been up to?” He laughs a bit awkwardly, realizing how strange that he doesn’t know what happened to you the last seven years, but recognizing the confident and beautiful woman you have transformed into.

“Where do I start?” You say, quirking an eyebrow. “Seven years is a long time.” He shrugs, just satisfied that he finally sees you again. “Okay then, what are you most proud of?” He says, and his question surprises you a little bit. You think for a moment before you respond. “I graduated with from a Fine Arts school, majoring in illustration.” He smiles at you, pleased with your pursuits. “I’m so happy you did,” he says, “I remember your sketches the last time I saw you.” “From when I was fourteen?” You say incredulously, and crinkle your nose in embarrassment. “I am much better than how I was then- I don’t even know where those old sketchbooks are. I probably lost them somewhere. Good riddance- I would cringe if anyone saw my old stuff now.” He chuckles, looking playfully wounded. “Hey- I remember the penguins- I’m still quite fond of them.” “I’ll show you my recent stuff, just so you can acknowledge my skill now, instead of some penguins from when I was fourteen.” You respond back teasingly. 

Jin just lets you talk, relishing in the sound of your voice. The both of you now sit on the sand, side by side, knees brushing up against one another. It’s just the two of you, caught again in the safe space you both create when the two of you are alone together.

“… And so I think I have decided I want to create children’s books.” You conclude, nodding in spirited determination. “Don’t tell Tae though, I haven’t even mentioned this plan to my parents or Yerin. It’s just a small dream of mine.” Jin shifts slightly, arm moving to settle comfortably behind you. You feel his body heat now that he’s shifted closer. “Well, it already seems like you’ve made up your mind. You’re determined Y/N, I’m sure you’ll be successful in whatever you decide to pursue.” His encouragement makes you blush- Jin always knows the right thing to say, but always genuine in his words. You shiver slightly at the way his breath fans across your burning cheeks, even while looking forward you know his sole attention is on you. 

“Oh!” You exclaim, breaking out of your reverie, turning to face Jin. “Enough about me, what about you? When did you get here?” Jin tilts his head, lips quirking into a knowing smile. “Just today. I finally was able to leave home and come here, and I overheard some people our age talking about a huge party that was happening tonight.” “I can’t believe that Hoseok’s idea worked!” You say, mostly to yourself. He laughs, and you realize really missed the way it sounds, and how it makes you feel inside. “It’s not surprising that it was Hoseok’s idea to throw a party.” He nods, lips quirking into a smirk. “I didn’t think you guys would have a party just to get my attention though. You sure are cute.” He ruffles your hair, just like he used to. The heat that you thought was subsiding from your face comes back in full force. “We’re seven years older now you know, we aren’t kids anymore!” You pout, actions and slight whine to your voice betraying your statement. He laughs again at that. You stretch and stand- while you would like to keep Kim Seokjin to yourself for a little while longer, you know that everyone else wants to see him too. 

“Come on.” You tug at his shirt sleeve, fingers brushing slightly against his arm. He seems to understand you, but before he stands his opposite hand catches your wrist softly. You feel the pad of his thumb brush against your skin, before he tugs on you to stand up. You notice him move his hand to capture your hand in his own. You feel like you can’t keep up, as he’s now tugging you towards the party. “Let’s not keep the kids waiting!” 

   Sure enough, when you enter back into the fray of bodies, it doesn’t take long for people to notice Kim Seokjin. While you see girls ogling him from the minute he walks in, you feel his hand tighten against yours. You think it’s just because he doesn’t want to lose you amongst the grinding bodies, but a small part of you hopes it’s because he wants everyone to know not to approach because he’s already occupied. Even with varying degrees of drunken states, your friends recognize Jin immediately- Hoseok runs and sobs while hugging, Jungkook bounces around excitedly, Yoongi flashes the biggest gummy smile, Taehyung crushes his body against Jin and refuses to let go, Jimin changes from a beast to cute child, and Namjoon and Yerin pause from their making out session to excitedly chat a mile a minute. 

It’s like Jin was never missing from those seven long years.

It’s been a couple days after the massive house party, and everyone decides to go shopping in town, as a break from the house. It’s taken the last couple of days to clean everything- (especially since the first day everyone was nursing massive hangovers) and you make sure that everyone helps return the house to its former state, remaining stubborn even with all the whining from Taehyung and grumbles from the rest of your friends.

A couple hours before the agreed meet-up time, you study your closet for something to wear. You are unconsciously fussy about your outfit, something that Yerin teases you about. Not that she has much to talk about either, as she has changed her outfit a couple times already. “How about this option?” She says, tugging on a cute gingham dress that she has always looked good in. You pinch her cheek. “You look cute as always, just like the last two outfits you put on.” Yerin huffs in surrender. “Well you look good too. I’m sure Jin will like it.” She says, winking at you, celebrating when your cheeks flush in response. As for yourself, you decide to don a simple pink cropped tee and high-waisted distressed jean shorts. It’s not like you chose the pink tee because of Jin’s favorite color or anything.

Everyone slowly arrives at the pier, and you notice that Jin is already there chatting with a stranger about something or other. A straw sunhat sits atop his head, and you can’t help but acknowledge how well he suits his simple chambray long sleeve opened to reveal a soft pink tee. His matching denim shorts showcase his long legs. “It looks like you are wearing a couple outfit with Jin.” Yerin smirks, poking at you to break you out of your staring. “It’s almost like you already are dating him.” You fight down a blush, only to have Jin notice you and Yerin from a distance, enthusiastically waving in greeting. 

Jungkook arrives next, donned in all black- black t, black baggy shorts, and of course, his signature black bucket hat. “How are you not sweating buckets?” You ask him, nose scrunching in disbelief. He shrugs dismissively. “I’m comfy.” He slings an arm over Jin’s. “You got taller kid.” Jin says, adjusting himself to account for Jungkook’s weight. Jungkook pinches his arm, causing Jin to yelp. Namjoon and Hoseok arrive next, both looking like quite the trendy pair when they stroll in. Yerin is immediately gone from your side to greet them excitedly. Yoongi joins the group next, looking quite lethargic. “Where is your brother? It’s getting hot waiting for them.” Yoongi grumbles. A few minutes later, and your brother and Jimin are last to arrive. “How is it that you guys are the last to arrive? Didn’t you come from the same place as Y/N and Yerin?” Yoongi mutters, throwing an exasperated sigh their way. Taehyung ignores Yoongi’s complaints and instead pulls him in for a hug. 

Shopping along the pier is an adventure- stalls filled with knick knacks and snacks to discover as the group of you stroll lazily. You even notice a cute grey seal plushie at one of the stalls- and you buy it because for some reason it reminds you of Jin. You notice how your group draws the attention from other women- the seven men that you are with definitely causing stares and whispered giggles- but you notice most of them are eyeing the not so oblivious Jin. He’s egging them on, winking back at few of them and smiling, leaving a trail of enamored women in his wake. You stop for ice cream, pouting at all the attention that Jin is receiving and giving- and you are particularly pouty at the fact that he’s enjoying himself just a little too much. While you mope, you don’t notice Jin order you a cone, until the pink ice cream fills your vision. You blink, taking it from his hand. 

“You didn’t say what flavor you wanted, so I got you the same as me.” “Thanks.” You mumble, the two of you taking a seat at a nearby table, joining your friends. Yerin and Namjoon are sharing a bowl of chocolate, Jungkook happily munches on his cone of mint chocolate, while Yoongi enjoys his lemon sorbet. Jimin is devouring some vanilla, while Taehyung sips his vanilla shake. The cool ice cream takes you out of your mopey mood, as you enjoy the sweet taste of strawberry that hits your tastebuds. You’re happily eating next to Jin, your legs casually brushing against each other under the table. That is until two giggly girls approach your table. “Can we take a picture of you?” You blink, your eyes passing from Jin’s face to theirs. Seriously? He smiles, nodding. “Sure. Can you take one with my camera too?” He grabs the polaroid camera you had set down on the table earlier. 

While to two girls back up and raise their phones, Jin smiles brightly, and you can see them giggle happily at the result. When one of the girls (the particularly pretty one who looks really cute in her floral summer dress, you notice) raises the polaroid camera to peek through the viewfinder, Jin scoots his chair closer to yours in an instant, his arm that has the pink ice cream cone wraps behind you, bringing himself closer to you. The camera lens clicks, and you know that your cheeks match the color of your strawberry ice cream. The girls look a bit embarrassed at the (essentially) couple shot they just took, bowing politely, returning the camera with the polaroid before skittering off. You notice that Jin makes no effort to move, even after the photo is done being taken. He uses his free hand to pick up the developing polaroid. “It’s cute,” he says, his smile transforming into a sly smirk. “We’re matching in pink today so I thought we should take a photo. We can’t forget you and your matching pink cheeks.” With that he stands to join the others who are waiting for the two of you to finish, leaving you to scramble after him, as you make sure to tuck the polaroid into your pocket. 

The gang has decided to have a relaxing swimming day, deciding to travel a bit to find a spot that Namjoon declares is away from the busier part of the beach. As much as you love the convenience of living right on the beach, it can still get pretty full of people- especially during peak tourist season. 

The nine of you decide to cram into two different cars. It seems like Yerin and Namjoon have gotten much closer ever since the party, and so she is already sitting next to him in backseat of Hoseok’s small sedan. Hoseok sits in the drivers seat, Yoongi buckling into the front passenger seat. Taehyung sits behind the wheel of his Jeep, with Jimin naturally finding his spot next to him in the front. You get sandwiched in the middle seat, with Jungkook on your right and Jin on your left. You drive for a fifteen minutes, as Taehyung trails slowly behind the sedan, humming along with the ballad that plays on the speakers, Jimin joining in to sing along softly. Jungkook is already fast asleep, curled against the side of the car. The car ride is a relaxing one, and you find Jimin’s voice also lulling you to sleep. Your head bobs forward, only to be pulled gently to rest on broad shoulders. Your eyes flutter to close fully, appreciating your new pillow when you feel Jin’s hand pulling your own into his lap. 

Jin looks down at your sleeping face, and notices how your hair shimmers in the sun as it drapes over your shoulder blade. He plays with your hand in his, drawing lazy circles with his thumb. Your body rises and falls softly against his, and he honestly doesn’t want the car ride to end- 

But Taehyung pulls to a stop, and he can already feel you stir awake. 

“Are we here?” You say groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with your right hand. You pull on your left for it to mirror the right, only to see it intertwined with Jin’s. He smiles, shaking his head when you tug on your hand in embarrassment. His grip only tightens.

You’re awake now.

Jimin opens the door the holds up Jungkook, and he stirs, rudely awakened. “How long did we drive for?” He asks, stretching his arms in front. Taehyung appears beside him, grinning. “You two are such kids- we only drove for forty minutes!” You shift your body to try to hide your intertwined hands behind you. “Whatever, I was comfy.” You say, and you feel Jin unfasten your seatbelt for you. Jimin chuckles. “Yeah, we saw.” Jin lets your hand free after you move forward to bop Jimin on the head to wipe that smirk off his face.

Once you are out of the car, you can tell Namjoon knew what he was talking about. The small beach cove that fills your vision beckons you. Hoseok whistles. “Damn Namjoon, you really weren’t kidding.” You all stand there for a moment, appreciating the view.

Jungkook is the first to step forward, beach towel and cooler in hand. “Come on, what are we waiting for?” He says impatiently, flashing everyone a bunny smile before continuing onwards. He doesn’t need to speak twice, because soon afterwards, everyone is relaxing, swimming, dozing on the beach. Sitting on your beach towel, you play with the sand, burying your hands underneath the warm surface to find the cooler sand below. You watch ahead of you, the sea winking back at you as the sun causes the water to sparkle. In your peripheral vision, you spot someone taking off their shirt slowly. Your eyes widen from behind your sunglasses, as you are graced with Jin’s bare back- you find your fingers itch to splay your hands against his wide shoulders. Moving forward, Jin enters the water, gracefully dipping his head underneath the small waves. You forget to breath for a second- because what you are seeing is Jin, elegantly parting the water with his body- gliding amongst the top before he disappears. You aren’t sure how long he swims underwater for, but you manage to see his head bobbing amongst the waves far off in the distance. Your brain short circuits- and you feel slightly embarrassed- it feels almost voyeuristic, you watching him- almost like you are peeping at Jin naked.

Feeling self-conscious, you decide to walk back up the small hill with your sketchbook and portable watercolors in hand. You haven’t drawn a landscape in a while, but you feel the need to commit this place into memory. No one disturbs you while to draw, moving on to fill in your sketched lines with watercolors. By the time you do, the sun is slowly starting to fade past the horizon of the sea that stretches before you, and you quickly move to capture as many colors as you can. 

“Y/N!” You hear Yerin calling for you- “I’m almost finished!” You shout back, putting the last wash of purple on the page. You release a satisfied shout when you finish, packing up your supplies so you can quickly join your friends who have created a cozy campfire down below. You can smell steak fill your nostrils, and your stomach grumbles in response. “I’m going to eat Jin’s steak that he grilled for you if you don’t get down here!” Cries Taehyung, and you can see the little shit hovering over a plate that Jin looks like he’s guarding- but only temporarily. You run down the small hill, joining them with haste.

“Don’t worry, they would have to fight me it order to grab a bite of your food.” He smiles at you from his towel. You smile back, grabbing your plate from his hands, your fingertips brushing against his knuckles. You gulp, thinking back to earlier, and you can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, instead sitting in the open spot on his towel that he has clearly left for you.

Those feelings you thought you kept at bay a long time ago are bubbling up to the surface in your heart, and you are sure that it won’t take long before they spring forth.

The rain drums a steady beat against the beach house, and you find yourself lazily eyeing the growing polaroid collection on your bedroom wall. A soft smile graces your lips as they land on the one of you and Jin and your matching pink ice cream. It’s quiet in the house besides the rain, and you find yourself a bit bored while you sit alone in your room. Last night Yerin spent the night over at Namjoon’s place, and it seems like the rain was a perfect excuse to spend another day with him. Deciding that it’s perfect weather for some hot chocolate, you move towards the kitchen. On your way, you slip into the master bedroom, stealing one of Taehyung’s hoodies that is draped on the bed frame. Sneaking back out, you notice Jimin reading a book on the couch in the living room, and he gives you a quick nod and soft smile of acknowledgment before continuing his solo activity.

You are just about to pull the milk out of the fridge when you hear a knock on the front door. You weren’t expecting anyone today, but you head towards the entrance, and are surprised to see a very drenched Kim Seokjin at your doorstep. The rain caused his sopping hoodie to drape heavily over his shoulders. “Hot chocolate?” You ask, ushering him inside. He shakes his head quickly to rid himself of some water- reminding you of a puppy who has just come back from a swim. “Hold on a sec.” you say, leaving for the bathroom to grab him a towel. He takes it from you thankfully, shivering slightly. “I’ll make the the hot chocolate while you take a warm shower.” You push him gently towards the bathroom. “You can just borrow some of Taehyung’s clothes. Let me go get them really quick.” But Jimin is already beside the two of you, sweatpants and hoodie in hand. He smiles at Jin knowingly before he shuts the door of the bathroom. “If you need me, I’ll be in my room.” He says, leaving you no room to protest.    

You return to the kitchen, pouring in enough milk for two in the small pot that is on the stove. You distract yourself with making the hot chocolate, stirring in the cocoa powder when you see a small rise of steam from the milk. By the time you pour the hot chocolate into two large mugs, Jin shuffles back into the kitchen, scrubbing his hair with the towel that is draped over his shoulders. You hand him a steaming mug. “This really hits the spot.” He says, nodding to you gratefully. “What made you not bring an umbrella?” You say, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he takes another sip of the hot cocoa. He shrugs nonchalantly in return. “I didn’t think I would mind the rain. Turns out a five minute walk in pouring rain really isn’t that fun.” You smile urging him to the living room so the two of you can sit comfortably, and you opt for the sofa that faces the window. Sitting down, you grab a fluffy blanket, and Jin shuffles closer to you naturally, so that you can share. He places the mug on the coffee table in front of him to assist with tucking it around the two of you. The both of you then wordlessly observe the rain that hits the window pane, enjoying the warmth of the hot chocolate and the warmth of the person you huddle amongst the blanket with. 

After a while, Jin turns to you, setting down his empty mug. His arm shifts so it rests on the back of the sofa, hand resting against his cheek. You mirror his movements on the couch to face him, looking him in the eyes. They are dark, his blown out pupils barely show the sliver of brown that surrounds them. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand moves to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. His fingers brush against your neck, feather light, hesitant. You find your body moving on its own- leaning in closer just so you can feel more of his touch. That one moment stills Jin’s hands on your neck, fingers grabbing the base to pull you gently into him. Your eyes flutter closed, and then you feel his lips that descend upon your own.

His plump lips are soft pillows brushing against yours to gauge your reaction. Your tongue  instinctively dances along the seam of his lips, and he leans further into you. You tilt your head as your tongues begin to brush against each other, exploring, feeling. His mouth is hot, and he tastes of hot chocolate. Jin can’t help but push you down further into the couch when you whimper softly as his tongue massages your own. He breaks away from your kiss for some needed air, only to hover over you, your cheeks the lovely rosy hue that he’s grown to desire to see permanently on your face, eyes misted over and glistening lips,  swollen from kisses with him. He moves to where his nose buries in your hair, and he takes in your lightly floral scent. Feeling spurned on by the breath that hitches in your throat, he presses gentle butterfly kisses starting from the shell of your ear to your neck. And when your hands tighten further onto the fabric of the hoodie he is wearing he lightly suckles your neck, loving when your body arches further into him. 

His kisses against your neck deepen, sucking the tender flesh between his teeth, and he feels your body tremble, a small moan escaping your lips, your fingers leaving his hoodie to weave them into his soft locks. A chuckle escapes his lips and he leans back to look at you, lips hovering above your own. 

“I’d like to continue but I think we’ll have a spectator soon.” He says huskily, righting himself on the couch. Taehyungs sleepy voice is soon heard, breaking you out of your reverie. “Jin? Y/N? Why didn’t you tell me he was coming over?” You hear Jimin not soon after, chuckling at Jin’s and your equally messy hair. Jin casually straightens his hair back into place, but finds your hand underneath the blanket as he envelopes your hand in his own. “Movie?” He says casually, and you awkwardly bury yourself deeper in the blankets. Taehyung gleefully jumps over the couch adjacent to the one you share with Jimin to chose a movie to rent and stream, while Jimin follows suit. 

Loud crashes and explosions fill the living room- Taehyung decided that he wanted to watch the Avengers movie- but you really aren’t paying attention, with Jin’s hand tracing nondescript patterns on your knee. Your eyes watch the TV in front of you blankly, until you feel Jin’s lips against your ear.

“I like you Y/N.” He whispers, and you shudder slightly while he pulls away. You turn to him to whisper back. “I like you too.”  

It’s been a couple of weeks now since you have been dating Kim Seokjin, your days filled laughter as you spend the summer with your friends- the polaroids that fill your bedroom walls as evidence. Ever since his kisses on the couch, you really haven’t had another chance to spend some alone time with Jin- just quick chaste kisses, and the soft holding of hands, when you don’t hear the teasing of your friends that is. 

“I’m taking you out tomorrow.” Jin says, as you sit side by side on the porch of the house, people watching. “I think we need to get away for a bit.” You nod excitedly. “Where are we going?” You say, pouting when he ruffles your hair. “Patience was never your strong suit huh?” And he stands to leave- not before tapping on your nose when you try to convince him to stay. “I’m preparing- I have to make the date perfect for a perfect person.” “Make sure you bring an overnight bag if you want to stay over.” And with that he’s gone, leaving you to yourself for the rest of the day.

The next afternoon you bug Yerin to help you pack your overnight back, and she smirks at you when you put on your nicer lingerie, before donning a simple cute polka-dotted sun dress. “You’re over-worrying once again you know.” Yerin smiles, as you dump your toiletries in the bag. “Unlike you,” you say brushing her past her body as she leans in your bathroom doorway, “I haven’t been sleeping at my boyfriend’s every other night.” “Hey!” She growls playfully, tackling you to your bed as you laugh. “You’ll be fine. Jin’s a wonderful person, and so are you. What’s there to stress about?” You laugh subsides to a grateful smile. “I know. I just really like him- and I don’t want to mess things up. He’s only been a gentleman towards me, so I’m nervous that I’ll screw up my first overnight with him.” Yerin shakes her head gently, give you a light squeeze. “You won’t.” You lay next to Yerin for a while, enjoying her company, since you haven’t seen her around as much the last couple of days. 

“Y/N! You’re boyfriend’s here!” Taehyung shouts from the entrance, and Yerin jumps from the bed. You stand yourself, grabbing your overnight bag from the floor. “Wait-” Yerin says as she rummages in the pocket of her shorts to grab something. “For later.” She says, and you notice the shiny square packets drop into your bag. 

“Yerin!” You shout as she dashes out of your room, her giggling laugh trailing behind her. By the time you meet Jin at the entrance, your blush has mostly subsided, but that doesn’t escape Jin from raising a brow questioningly. “Ready?” He says, reaching to grab your bag. You furiously zip it closed before you hand it over. “As I’ll ever be.”

After your initial fumbling, the two of you walk comfortably, hand-in-hand. You notice Jin is walking you towards the pier, and you find yourself getting closer to the boat docks. “Are you going to tell me where we are going now?” You say, curiosity getting the best of you. Jin chuckles walking a bit further before he stops. “We’re going to my place.” And with that you look at the quaint houseboat in front of you, currently tethered to the dock. “I didn’t know you lived on a houseboat!” You say, eyes widening excitedly. His ears begin to redden at your enthusiasm. “It’s nothing special.” He mutters, as he continues to hold your hand to assist you onto the boat. 

He untangles his hand from yours momentarily, handing your bag over to you. “I’ll just be a sec- I have to tell the marina that I won’t be back until tomorrow.” When he walks away, you take the chance to poke around, opening your door to the main living quarters. You notice the many windows that make the living quarters feel more spacious. Inside you see a small living room area, with a comfortable beanbags on the floor and a TV, game controllers strewn about. Past the living room you notice a small and narrow table with booth seating on one side.  The kitchen is a lot more spacious, allowing for a full sized refrigerator, and four coil stove. There seems to be plenty of countertop and a full sized sink. You feel a smile tug at the corners of your lips- Jin would have a good sized kitchen. 

You continue forward, reaching what seems to be his bedroom. A modest bathroom is tucked away in the corner and you notice his neatly made bed facing the bow of the boat, the large window allowing for a full view of the sea. You place your bag on the side of the bed, and notice a staircase leading upwards. You begin to walk forward, only to hear the sound of Jin clearing his throat. “You were just so curious you couldn’t wait out on the deck huh? I wanted to give you a tour.” You look sheepishly back at him- standing with his arms crossed and head cocked, smirk plastered on his face. 

“Well, at least I can show you this section.” He walks past, grabbing your hand in his as walks toward the stairs. He walks up the steps slowly, allowing yourself to follow right behind him while still holding his hand. When your head reaches the upper deck, you realize where you are. The wheel of the boat stands is before you, and Jin moves quickly, letting go of your hand in order to turn on the motor. His left hand grasp the wheel while his right rests on what you assume is throttle. The boat purrs to life, as he pushes the throttle to slowly pull out of the marina with ease.

“We won’t be going out far- but I just wanted to go somewhere where we could be surrounded by the sea.” You shuffle up next to Jin, eyes taking in all of the new things you see. “Namjoon wasn’t kidding when he said your place is awesome.” You say eyes never leaving the horizon and the stretch of blue in front of you. “You literally live in the middle of the sea.” Jin laughs. “I guess I never really told you where I go back every night. You never expected a houseboat huh?” You shake your head. “Is it okay if I go to the deck?” You ask, wanting to feel the breeze through your hair. “Be my guest.” Jin motions towards the door with his head, but you are already pushing the handle down to open it. When you step outside, the salty sea air wafts around you, and you smile, reaching for the railing. From behind the glass, Jin watches how your hair trails behind you, your dress flapping gently against your legs. His eyes soften, and he knows.

You travel amongst the waves for about thirty minutes before Jin decides this would be the best place to stop. The boat slows to a stop, and Jin presses the button to drop anchor. You return back inside, slightly disappointed that you couldn’t keep going forever. “This should be good enough,“ he says thoughtfully, stepping away from the wheel to kiss the pout that has formed on your lips. “Come on, it’s time I make you some dinner.”

You twirl the carbonara on your fork, Jin watching you intently as you eagerly stuff the homemade meal into your mouth. He’s been pretty quiet, enjoying watching you eat the meal he made for you, but he looks as if he is hesitating to speak. You raise an eyebrow and swallow. “Jin? What’s up?” You frown when he takes a moment to respond.   

“You know, I really think you should create that children’s book.” He says slowly, eyes searching for your own. So that’s all it was? Your eyes soften, as you look down shyly at your plate.  “You really think I can do it?” You play with your hands in front of you, until Jin’s larger hand grabs yours to comfort you. “You sounded determined when you mentioned making the children’s book the first night I came back. I know this summer is fun and relaxing, and I enjoy spending all my time with you, but I want to see you embracing your dreams.” You nod softly, feeling shy towards his praise. “I do have a couple ideas in mind.” 

To your words, a smile spreads throughout his face, genuine happiness towards your own success. It’s a warm, fluttering, feeling, the feeling of love and being loved in return- the crescendo of your emotions bursting forth. You wonder if Jin feels the same way. His thumb grazes against your knuckles, and you shiver, you feel sensitive all of a sudden to the slight movement. Emboldened by your response, his eyes do not dare to leave your face, as he lowers his lips to brush gently where his fingers once were. Your embarrassment only increases ten-fold, and you attempt to pull your fingers away, but the grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, and Jin leans forward to tilt your chin with his opposite hand. And he’s got you trapped, in his silken web, eyes dark and smoldering as they reflect the candle light off of them. Soft lips descend upon yours, and its a slow and slightly hesitant, but you can feel him say, “yes, I love you too.” 

It seems like a dance, as he gently guides you through the houseboat, lips never leaving yours, and soon your back nestles against the covers of his bed. He hovers over you, hesitating- and your hands play with the soft hairs on the nape of his neck in silent permission, pulling him closer so you can feel his warmth once again.

And before Jin succumbs to the desire that is building within him, he takes a moment to appreciate everything that is you- the hair that frames you like a halo, your flushed face, glossy eyes, and body shuddering slightly in anticipation with each breath that escapes your swollen lips. It’s when he sees you take your lower lip between your teeth, eyes pleading, he descends, lips finding their way to your neck. His hands edge their way behind your back, fumbling for the zipper of your dress. You help him out, lifting upon your elbows, and you feel the tug of your zipper before the straps fall down your shoulders. Jin continues his way down, suckling on the junction of your neck and shoulder and you vaguely notice your bra soon follows. 

His kisses are soft and teasing, never staying too long in one place, dancing along your collarbone to move lower to hover over your exposed chest. He’s teasing you because he’s figured out he wants you like this for as long as possible- body seeking for his touch. 

You squeeze your hands tighter against his, and Jin chuckles lowly against your heart in response. He presses an ear against your chest to hear your heartbeat that flutters like the wings of a hummingbird.  His warm breath tickles your breast as your nipples begin to harden, preening under his attention, seeking contact with his lips that are oh so close. Your own breath hitches in your throat when he finally closes the distance, encasing your nipple between the plump pillows of lips to tease you further with his tongue, flicking the hardened bud, which causes your hips to thrust upwards into his. 

His right hand shifts from beside you as he leaves your nipple with a pop to search for your lips again, indulging in the softness of your hips as he moves lower to rest his hand on your thigh, massaging in slow circles. You feel yourself become emboldened by his actions, noticing your state of dress in comparison to his own- fingers slipping between your bodies for the buttons of his shirt. As each button becomes undone, you are able to feel the hard plane of his chest against the palm of your hand, and your fingers rake down the taught muscles of his abdomen, enjoying how they tense under your ministrations. Traveling lower, you grasp for his belt- but you pause, feeling his fingers that have wandered to rest against the hem of your panties. You feel his lips smirk against your own, only to then feel fabric pushed aside to have fingers trace against your core. You shudder in response. 

Jin groans at how slick you have become, his fingers becoming sticky just from the light brushing against your folds. You’re becoming desperate for more, pelvis pushing against his palm to alleviate the pulsing of your core. Hands that were once playful against his belt now become more urgent, slipping the leather from its clasp to tug against the enclosure of his pants. Your actions cause Jin’s teasing fingers to still, and a low cry of frustration leaves your lips. You feel his silken locks tickle against your stomach as you watch him leave a burning trail down your body with his tongue. Hands grasp your dress to pull it fully off, along with your soaked panties, and you lay, legs open in anticipation, thighs quivering to his warm breaths that brush against your dripping core.

Your eyes screw shut when you finally feel his plump lips against your pussy, tongue tasting your unique flavor. He’s becoming addicted to you, especially when his fingers join his tongue to thrust against your aching walls, thumb rubbing against the bundle of nerves that causes you thread your fingers into his hair, moans of pleasure slipping past your lips. You begin to feel the coil of heat in your belly threatening to release, but you tug on his hair pulling him up and away. Your sudden action causes a worried grunt from Jin, and he pulls his fingers out to make sure you are okay. You feel yourself clamp around the loss of his fingers. “Did I hurt you? Do I need to stop?” His voice is husky and whispered, anxious that he did something to cause you harm when it seemed like you were close to your release. 

You shake your head and manage a shaky smile- he’s more seductive than ever, hair tousled, pupils dilated, mouth that shines with your own slick. Your hands leave his hair to wrap behind his neck. “I want you.” It takes a second for Jin to process your words, but the tension that was pinching his eyebrows relaxes, and he stands slowly, opening his pants to push his briefs down with his pants. Your eyes don’t get a chance to look at him before he turns to fumble for your overnight bag that you forgot you put there earlier. You briefly register that he has one of the foil packets that Yerin placed in your bag, before he rolls the condom over his weeping length, hissing at the touch. 

Jin leans over you once again, the head of his cock nestled against your folds, and you can feel him hesitate making sure one final time- that is until you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you, filling you up in an instant. A deep moan escapes Jin’s lips, and you can’t help but shudder at the low vibrations that ripple through your body. “Y/N.” He says, and your name feels like a chant of longing, desire, and love. And then he begins to move his hips forward, mouth seeking yours to drink in the sounds that escape your lips. Each thrust is deep and slow, your bodies becoming one, as Jin revels in the first time with you- the way your hips meet each thrust, your hands that lightly scratch his back. He can feel the pressure increasing both of you wanting more. Untangling his lips from yours, Jin leans backwards, pushing your knees upwards in order to reach deeper in this new position. His thrusts become more erratic, hips snapping forward as the sound of your combined moans fill the houseboat, spilling out into the open sea. 

And just like how it began, Jin is the cause of your undoing- his name is the only thing that escapes your lips as he thumbs your swollen clit, his jaw clenching in restraint in order to last so that you can enjoy your orgasm. The tight clamping of your walls against his dick is too much, and he soon he follows suit, hips shuddering and he falls forward, nose burying into your neck. Your harsh breaths slowly even out, and Jin makes no rush to untangle your limbs from each other.  

The pressure on your knees from Jin’s weight becomes a bit much, and so you poke his side playfully. “Enjoy yourself?” You laugh, and Jin proceeds to pepper your face with kisses. “I enjoyed you.” He says, eyebrows waggling, before rising to pull out slowly before tossing the used condom in the small trashcan at the edge of the bed. He leaves briefly, while you lay on the bed, satiated and boneless, only for him to return to wipe the inside of your thighs gently with a damp, warm towel. 

Once you feel clean, you still his hands to pull his wrists, and he flops down next to you, encasing you in his arms. Your face buries into him as you feel blankets surround your bodies. Your eyelids suddenly feel heavy and you are aware of how sleepy you feel- the combination of being surrounded by the smell of Kim Seokjin, the rise and fall of his bare chest and the slow lazy circles he draws on your lower back.

“Thank you.” He whispers, and your world becomes a place of sea and stars reflecting back to you from the large glass window of Jin’s houseboat and your heart is at peace while you descend into your dreams.

Ever since your night on Jin’s houseboat, you decide to fully commit to creating your very first children’s book for publication, working on your project at for at least a couple of hours a day. You know you’re more nervous than ever, as Jin has had to pick up many discarded sketches and brainstorms of ideas more than once, encouraging you as he usually does. 

You are currently working on the illustration of your children’s book at your desk, and Jin is reading a comic book on your bed. 

“Y/N”, he says, eyes searching for your own and you can tell he is struggling to recall his internal monologue that he has prepared for you. Jin sounds serious, so you turn from your current page to look at him. “There’s something you need to know about me. I’m not like other men.” He studies you to see your reaction. 

“I know,” you say, rolling your eyes, “You’re the world’s most handsome man. You remind me whenever you can.” You hesitate to turn back to your work though, because you begin to see Jin’s eyes furrow in slight frustration. “That’s not what I’m trying to say- yes, I am the world’s most handsome man, but the point is, I’m not a man.” You raise an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me you are walking art.” Jin lets out an exasperated groan. “Y/N, you’re cute when you’re dense, but please, please just let me talk.”

“Do you know anything about selkies?” He says, imploring you to try his second attempt at explaining himself. “Sure…” you say, feeling a bit hesitant, resting your brush against the palette to fully pay attention to him. “The creatures who shed their seal skin in order to transform into human form?” Jin nods slowly. “The creatures who are devastatingly attractive,” Jin motions his hands towards his face, “so they can woo and bed ‘unsatisfied’ lovers?” You find yourself frowning a bit at the last statement. 

Jin notices your pout, standing from the bed in order to walk towards you. “I get that you’re attractive Jin, but I don’t see how that makes you a selkie.” Jin sighs, reaching to hold your hand in his. “That’s not completely wrong, but you forget- we are called to the shore by human’s tears. We become paired with the one who’s cries we answer to.” Your eyebrows furrow, your brain tries to shuffle through your catalogue of memories. Jin huffs in response. “You don’t remember? You called for me when you were seven.” A picture of a boy drying your tears flashes in front of your eyes. Recognition flashes through your eyes, and Jin smiles back at you. You stand from your seat, finger pointing at Jin. “I knew you were real! My parents and Taehyung kept saying no one else was there that day after I scraped my leg.”  You hear a chuckle, and Jin pulls you into a hug. Leaning down, he repeats a poem that you finally understand.

Seven tears into the sea,

In Seven years I’ll come to thee.

The longing in your heart my dear,

Beckons me closer every year.

Your eyes widen as everything begins to make sense. Why Jin is so attractive, causing everyone to be entranced by him, why he’s so good at swimming, why he’s good at catching fish. Why he only appears every seven years, only to vanish once the summer is done.

“Seven years?” You say against his chest, your voice slightly muffled. Jin speaks, his voice low. “The sea is my home, so I have to return. The transformation process takes a lot out of us, so it takes seven years before we can transform again.” You stand in silence, his hug is warm and enveloping. 

But you can’t escape the niggling feeling of worry that begins to creep into your consciousness.  

You become more clingy towards Jin the next couple of days, hands always searching for his own- worried that he’s going to be here one day, but disappear into sea foam the next. You don’t want to be alone- not after he subtly mentioned that you were the one to call him to shore, his heart only searching for you. You become distracted by your thoughts, not feeling like working towards your progress towards the book you had been making up until a couple of days ago. Jin senses something is wrong, and to be honest, he’s been trying to find a way to talk to you and reassure you. That evening he appears at your doorstep, insisting on cooking dinner for you, Taehyung and Jimin that evening- Yerin has yet another date night with Namjoon. Taehyung and Jimin practically drag him into the kitchen to get started, the idea of pizza delivery long gone. 

He cooks four large steaks with a side of mashed potatoes and broccoli- Taehyung and Jimin drooling while they hover nearby, stomachs growling. You smile from the kitchen counter, the domestic scene making you feel nostalgic, until you feel it falter slightly- remembering that Jin might not be with you much longer. Summer is beginning to draw to a close, and you are getting anxious about your time that you have left with Jin.

You enjoy the full plate of food when he places it in front of you- but is this one of the last meals that you’ll get to enjoy from Jin? Each bite tastes a little more bitter as you push away that thought, trying to enjoy another evening with Jin. “Is the steak overcooked?” Jin asks, eyes wandering over your still very full plate. “Jin, this is the most perfect steak I have ever had the pleasure of eating.” Taehyung says in all seriousness, hand clasping over his heart. Jimin follows suit, grabbing his heart in a dramatic flourish- which looks entirely goofy while he nods with his full cheeks. He swallows enthusiastically. “Can you just cook for us everyday for the rest of the summer?” Your hand stills, and Jin notices your reaction, but he decides to not bring it to the attention of your brother and Jimin. Smirking cockily, Jin opens his mouth. “I guess I’ll just have to become your brother in law Taehyung.” Jimin sputters, while Taehyung whips his head towards you, pointing a finger at you accusingly. “Don’t screw this up Y/N. My stomach and tastebuds demand it.” You roll your eyes in response, picking up some broccoli to flick it at your annoying brother.  

After dinner, you and Jin leave Taehyung and Jimin to the dishes so that you can spend some alone time together. Jin insisted on it, and for once the two boys just smile and thank Jin for blessing their stomachs with dinner. The two of you decide to sit on the porch to enjoy the evening breeze, the sound of the waves calming your nerves slightly.

“I have something to give you.” Jin looks shy, his usual confidence are nowhere to be seen as evidenced by his ears and neck turning red. His arms shift behind him, and you notice something shimmering in the moonlight. “Open your arms.” And you feel something heavy weighing down your outstretched arms. You look down, and notice a neatly folded pelt. Your eyes widen in recognition. “Is this…?” He nods, looking down to gauge your reaction. “This is my seal skin.” He says, hand reaching behind his head to scratch awkwardly. “You’re silly you know- you didn’t even give me a chance to explain how selkie’s stay with the one they love.” You stir a bit at that word, and Jin clears his throat at it in embarrassment. 

“I’m not leaving you Y/N - not when you have the key to whether or not I return back to the sea. I’m yours.” Your eyes begin to water as you realize what this means. “You mean you want to stay with me?” Jin pulls you close, and you bury your nose into his shirt. “I’m not going to leave you. I love you.” With those words your tears escape, along with all of the anxiety from the last couple of days- absorbing into the fabric of his shirt. “I love you too.”

After a while, when Jin notices your sniffles subside, he pulls away so he can ruffle your hair, smiling when you finally return one back to him. “Just make sure you hide the skin well okay? If I find it my natural instincts kick in and I return back to the sea. You must never tell me where it is.” You nod, already an idea of a hiding spot floating into your mind. You don’t ever want to feel the aching in your heart like you have felt the last couple of days ever again.

TWENTYTWO

With the end of the summer and much convincing to your parents, you decided to stay behind at the beach house with Jin at your side. Your parents were extremely hesitant at first, especially when you told them that you had met someone and he was going to be living with you. They changed their minds however when Taehyung let it slip that you had finished your first children’s book and you were waiting for the publisher’s response. The following phone call was a very long one to say the least. You remember when you first told Yerin about your decision to stay.

“Why aren’t you packing Y/N? We are leaving in the next couple of days.” Yerin looks at your empty bag quizzically, hands on her hips. Oh right. You still needed to tell your best friend in the world about your future plans. You say your attention and stress of finishing your children’s book is what distracted you from telling her and Tae and Jimin, but in reality its because you are scared of their opinions. What if they don’t think you could do this? 

You bite your lip in worry, unsure how to tell Yerin. She sighs, her perceptive eyes can obviously tell you want to say something. “It’s not like you to keep things away from me- what’s bothering you?” You look away, feeling even more guilty than before. Yerin has always been supportive, and yet you still don’t have the guts to tell her directly. 

“Don’t judge me too much, okay?” You start, looking at the floor. “I’m not leaving this summer. I’m going to stay here.” Her eyes widen at your statement. “Is this because of Kim Seokjin? Look Y/N, he’s a great boyfriend and all but I thought you were going to look for illustration jobs with me back in the city? Didn’t you have an internship lined up and everything?” You put your palm up, stopping her flow of speech. “It’s not because of Jin. I’m doing it because I finally decided to pursue my dream of becoming a children’s book author. I already sent in the first draft for evaluation last night.” Yerin is unbearably quiet, and you find yourself stammering to fill in the silence. “Although Jin said he was willing to live with Namjoon back in the city with all of us, I realized that the city is really stifling to my creativity, and I love how the beach calms and inspires me.” You now are wringing your hands. “Please say something.”

“Congratulations!” Yerin grabs to capture you in a huge hug. “You don’t hate me for not telling you?” You say hesitantly. “Just a tiny bit.” She pinches your cheek when you begin to pout. “In all seriousness though, I’m so happy you have decided to publish your work. I guess I didn’t notice you working on your book this summer.” You smirk. “That’s because you were sucking face with Namjoon every other day.” Yerin shoves you back. “Like you can say anything.” “Are you excited that Namjoon is going to the city with you?” Yerin blushes a bit, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. A habit. “I guess it’s turning a bit serious, huh?” She smiles shyly back at you. “I really like him Y/N.” ���Me too Yerin.”     

Taehyung and Jimin were a bit easier than Yerin.

“You’re not coming back with us?” Jimin looks at you quizzically with an arched eyebrow. Taehyung’s eyes open wide. “Wait, did you tie him down Y/N? Is Jin going to be cooking for us everyday now? Am I going to have a brother-in-law?!” You smack your brother in the shoulder. Hard. He winces upon impact. “Don’t be silly. I’ve decided to work from home at the beach house. It’s way better than the city.” Both of the boys look at you warily. Taehyung is about to open his mouth in retort, but you get your words in first. “Oh, by the way, I recently submitted a children’s book that I illustrated and wrote to a publisher for review. I’m supposed to hear back from them in a couple of weeks.” It takes them a second to process the information that you just provided them, but Jimin is the first to understand, smiling in response. “I’m jealous that you get to stay here to follow your dreams Y/N.” You return the smile back to Jimin, grateful for his support. Taehyung hums in thought. “How are you going to tell mom and dad?” Oh. Oops. That was probably important. Especially since the house was theirs. “You forgot that you needed to tell mom and dad?” Taehyung face palms in response. “Well, good thing I’m already dialing them on my phone, because you’re going to need the help from your older brother.” For once you agree with his statement.

Seeing your family and friends drive away was a bit unnerving. Yerin and Namjoon seemed nervous to leave you behind, and you felt your heart sink a bit in your chest knowing how far Yerin would be. “Just text if you need anything.” She says measuredly, and you smile back weakly. You’ll really miss being able to see her every day. Taehyung and Jimin provided big hugs, Taehyung making sure you were all set. “Mom and Dad will swing by with your stuff- including your car.” You nod in appreciation. “Thanks Tae.” It’s a simple exchange, but you really are grateful for how supportive and caring your brother is at the end of the day. The car leaves the driveway, but he makes sure to flip you off before he leaves. “This is for telling Yerin before me.” He shouts, needing the last word. Well, most of the time you’re grateful for him.  

Each good bye felt a little sad, like one chapter of your life was starting to close- and you felt it even more so when your Dad and Mom kindly made a trip back to the house to deliver your car to you. “We’re always a call away.” Your mom says, releasing you from a hug. “I know Mom. I promise to call at every couple of days.” Your dad turns to kiss you on the head next. “Make sure you eat healthy and focus on your work. And that Jin doesn’t distract you from completing your illustration work.” His eyes shift slightly to a nervous Jin who waits on the porch. You huff in response. “I’m not a kid Dad- trust me just a little, okay?” His silent exchange with Jin is done, ending with a smile. “Okay kiddo. We’ll be on our way.”

After much fuss, they finally leave, and the house feels a bit too quiet for your liking. But Jin is by your side, and he lets out a sigh in relief when your parents drive away. You watch from the porch until you can’t see the car any longer, and with newfound determination you push your sadness away to face Jin with a smile. 

You wake up, stretching lazily. Surprisingly, Jin is still sleeping in bed, face buried into the pillows. He shifts slowly at your absence, moving his arms to grab a pillow to squeeze as a replacement for your form. You slip into a fluffy bath robe, as it’s getting colder now, and you are still getting used to staying at the beach house past the summer season. You make your way to your computer in the small office, still half awake. It’s been a couple of weeks since you have sent off your initial draft of your book, and there is still no response. The wait has been killing you- at this point you would rather have an answer of rejection over this long of a wait. Patience never was your strong suit. You wake the computer up, and lazily drag the mouse over your email. At first you don’t notice it- because you looking at another incoming illustration request- and then you see it. The shock of the email sitting in your inbox startles you awake, stronger than any coffee that you have managed to eat before. You hover your mouse over the message for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not you do want to read it. Closing your eyes, you muster all the courage you have within you at the moment and hold your breath when you click the mouse. 

Feeling brave, you open your eyes to see a very happy email typed by your new editor, who’s name is Jisoo. They are extremely excited for your wonderful illustrations and story, and are happy to get a new author who can both write and illustrate. They have a few suggestions for edits that need to be made before you publish, but… in short terms, your book is going to be published, and they hope to have it on bookshelves by the end of the year. 

Your. Book. Is. Going. To. Be. Published.  

You jump from your chair, running as fast as you can to the still sleeping form in bed. “Jin! Seokjin! Kim Seokjin!” You shout, excitedly shaking his shoulder to rouse said Kim Seokjin awake from his slumber. His body stirs as he grumbles awake. “Y/N?” He mumbles, all too confused with your enthusiasm. 

Your mouth can’t keep up with how fast your brain is traveling at the moment, your words tripping over themselves to get out of your mouth. “My book! Publish!” You manage to squeak out, bouncing excitedly on your knees. It takes Jin a second to process your words through his sleep addled brain, but once it does, his eyes grow wide, a grin spreading to the rest of his face. “Your book has been accepted? You’re book is going to be published?” His voice raises in excitement as you nod your head in earnest. 

“You’re an author now! It calls for a celebration today!” He says, hugging you tightly. You don’t think you could be much happier- you are basking in the warmth of Jin’s arms around you, and your heart feels full with the prospect of your dreams finally being fulfilled- all next to the person who you love. 

You are hard at work on your edits that Jisoo suggested- you need to get the work done before the weekend because you have to make a trip down to the city to drop off the hard copies and sign the final paper work if everything is an acceptable standard. You are concentrating very hard- never leaving your desk for longer than an hour, unless Jin begs you to take a break every once in a while. After day two of your intense illustrating session, Jin seems to have let you be, leaving your house to go take his houseboat for a drive, or to swim, or to fish. By day four, you finally finish- just in time because you have to leave tomorrow morning, you stretch from your desk and make your way to the kitchen where Jin is cooking something delicious for dinner as always, the smell of grilled fish filling your nostrils. 

You walk out into the living room, intending to surprise him, to see his flustered face. What you don’t expect is his eyes, which look lost in thought as they gaze from the kitchen to the sea as he absentmindedly waits for the rice to finish cooking. His eyes are unfocused and glazed over- he must be thinking about memories of his home underwater- a place you’ll never be able to go to. A place he must be missing. Your mind thinks back to the past couple of days, trying to recall what Jin had been doing while you had been focusing on your work.

His daily swims and fishing trips stretch into hours, and while he is always happy to see you everyday when he returns- always giving you all his attention and love, peppering you with kisses when he walks in the door to wander into the kitchen to start cooking up the fish he caught during the day- And then it hits you. What is Jin doing while you are busy? When your friends, his friends too, are all working during the day? Is he lonely?

You bite your lip, hesitating to approach him and instead you slink back into your office- deciding to wait until he comes to get you.

It takes Jin another fifteen minutes to finish dinner, but those fifteen minutes were enough time to make you quite resolute in your decision. You’re quite scared to bring it up to him, and you jump slightly in your chair when you hear a polite knock on the door. Jin’s head pokes through, soft smile gracing his lips. “You reach a good stopping point? Dinner is ready!” You stand, flashing him a hesitant smile- and Jin notices is doesn’t reach your eyes. He holds your hand, pulling you towards the food. “After you get food in your belly, I’m sure whatever you’re worried about will be lessened- food tends a troubled soul you know.” 

The dinner is a quiet one, and you eat quickly, working up the resolve to approach Jin. Your heart feels heavy in your chest. You thank him for the meal, and begin to play with your hands as he sighs. “What’s on your mind? Please tell me Y/N- you always play with your hands when you have something you want to say.” You still- Jin knows you too well now for you to keep beating around the bush.

“Are you happy Jin?” You say, not willing to look into his eyes- finding the empty plate in front of you very interesting. “What?” You can hear the confusion in his voice, barely a whisper. “What do you mean am I happy? I’m here with you.” His voice begins to raise in worry. “I see you when you look towards the sea.” You can’t find the strength in your voice to match his rising one. “What are you talking about? When was I staring off into the sea?” He’s starting to get annoyed, the anger creeping into the tone of his voice. You haven’t heard Jin get angry at you before. Not like this. “You need to go home Jin.” Your head hangs in shame, heart tearing at the suggestion that just escaped your lips. It seems to have a similar effect to Jin, because you hear the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, and he’s pulling your chin up so you are forced to look into his eyes.

“Tell me you’re joking Y/N. Right now. I’m serious.” His eyes are pleading as they stare down into your own, piercing you through to your heart.   

“I’m not. You need to return to where you are from Jin.” You stand, pushing him away slightly as you cross the room to get away. From him. “How dare you say that.” He says, voice tumbling into a low growl. “How dare you say that to me, saying you have seen me look at the sea longingly. Not when you have barely spared me a glance the past few days!” His words bite harshly, leaving a burn. You feel tears prick against your eyes.      

Jin’s anger is palpable. His brows crease, face pinching. His ears and neck are red. “Don’t you understand?” He’s quiet, and the effort to repress his anger causes his body to shake. “You are my home now.” He crosses the living room, approaching your form- standing defensive with your arms crossed in front.  He grasps for your shoulder, unfurling a clenched fist. You wince slightly at his touch. Your response is not what Jin wants. Whatever force that was keeping his control has now broken, and so instead of talking, his hand on your shoulder pushes you toward the wall. You don’t have a chance to retort, his larger frame pushes against you, and his left arm rests near your head, caging you and preventing any form of escape. His mouth crashes against yours- but instead of the typical soft and teasing brush of lips its a kiss of acknowledgement, a kiss full of irritation, a kiss full of teeth and tongue. His forceful attitude riles you up- causing you to respond with just as much pressure- you want him to feel your own frustrations too. This kiss continues until feel yourself becoming dizzy, and you pull his bottom lip between yours, biting down harshly to as your lungs are begging for some air. A growl escapes from deep within Jin’s chest- a sound you haven’t heard come from him before. His eyes are impossibly dark, clouded over with lust and anger.

His lips move to claim your neck, and Jin feels the sudden desire to be the cause of your undoing. How dare you force him to leave you, after offering his pelt and his heart to you and only you. How can you not see that it is you who is his world? How could you? Teeth scrape against the supple crook of your neck, and he feels enflamed by desire to prove himself to you. If his words fall on empty ears, perhaps you will understand through pure desire instead. He paints his own masterpiece along your neck and collarbone, applying swatches of purple and red. He feels proud of his work, especially when your hands are grabbing onto his shirt for support. He trails the hand that was on your shoulder down to the edge of your hoodie, which he wastes no time to slide under. His hands are desperate to grab onto you- you who threatens to leave him empty and alone.

You find yourself wanting to challenge him- not willing to become soft and submissive under his anger. As his hand grabs your breast, you take the opportunity to grind your throbbing core against his pelvis, wanting to provoke him even further. You bite back a moan, not realizing just how satisfyingly hard Jin is against your own needy pussy. You groan, realizing just how slick you have become, your soiled panties squishing uncomfortably against your folds. Your challenge works however, and he grinds his pelvis into yours harshly before stepping back. His hand on the wall rushes down to yank your pajama bottoms and your cotton panties in one movement. You respond in kind, grabbing him by the hem of his sweatpants, only to yank them down with his briefs. There is no teasing, no foreplay. Jin wants to remind you that he is present, here, now. With you. 

His lips descend to meet yours again, greedy and hungry for your taste. In a wordless command for you to jump, he grabs your thighs as he uses the wall behind you as leverage, pushing you up so your folds become flush with his erect member. And then he enters, rough and quick. 

His lips devour your moans, just like how you devour his. As he continues to piston against you, you find yourself breaking your lips from Jin’s in order to bury your face into his neck. His arms begin to shake with exertion, and his thrusts still momentarily. He uses a burst of energy to carry you into your bedroom, and when his legs hit the mattress, he uses his weight to push the both of you onto the blankets. In that moment, he stills, hovering above you, and you see the cloud of anger begin to dissipate. 

“I love you.” 

And with that declaration,  he surges forward again, this time his eyes watch you unflinchingly. And you feel him, all of him. His thrusts are less frantic, and are now deeper and precise. Looking up, you see dark pupils that engulf his brown irises- and they look down at you with lust, desperation, and most importantly, love. A tear slips down your cheek, and he uses the pad of his fingertip to brush the tear away. “I love you.” He repeats, choking back a moan when your walls clench around him. Your body doesn’t want him to leave, why couldn’t you realize that he doesn’t have to?  

The sound of your combined moans become louder, and you begin to beg. “Please Jin.” you say, pleading with him to provide you a release to the coil that is tightening in your stomach, pleading with him to understand your heartache and guilt, pleading with him to know that you love him too. 

He snakes a hand between the two of you to rub your neglected clit. The combination of his precise thrusts and rough fingers are too much, and you feel the tension in your body snap, the coil beginning to unfurl, a deep moan escaping your lips. At the sight of your undoing, Jin does not last, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases after his own release. “I love you.” He groans out for the last time into your ear, as he reaches his high, releasing into you, the warm strings of his cum coating your insides.

“I love you too.” You say to him softly, your breaths mingling together in the afterglow.

An hour later, Seokjin’s rhythmic breaths indicate to you that he’s fallen asleep. His arms grip you tight, like he knows what you are about to do. You fight against your instincts to relax and mold yourself into him. You have already made your decision- tonight he has to go home. 

You can’t be the reason he doesn’t return home any longer. As much as your heart longs for Jin, you know the amount of guilt would be suffocating. You quietly remove his arms, wiggling out from his vice-like grip, placing a pillow in his arms as a surrogate. It seems to work, as he buries his face into the pillow. You slip on his over-sized pink hoodie, and it smells like him.  You walk to the back porch, and it’s dark outside.  The clouds cover the moonlight- not even the moon is here to give you much comfort. It mirrors your gloomy heart.  You crouch near the the chair in the corner, and move it as silently as you can. Underneath a loose board lies his pelt, sitting there innocently even after all this time. You grasp it between your fingers, pulling it out. It still shines in the moonlight, forever a reminder of what Jin is.

You feet pad against the floor softly, and you return to where Jin lies in deep slumber. You tuck the blankets back around his form for the last time, and place his pelt by his feet.

You don’t hesitate long after that, quickly packing your things away in your luggage, as quietly as you can. Before you zip up your belongings, you stop- your fingers brushing along the bottom of his pink hoodie. You hook your hands on the bottom of it, about to pull it off, but you hesitate. 

You decide to keep his favorite pink hoodie on. It’s being a bit selfish, and you know it is, but a tiny part of you knows you have to keep something from him, because you are afraid that pieces of him will be forgotten, because deep down you know your memories will become shattered, fragments that will slowly disappear with time. You’ll forget the exact pitch of his laugh, or the taste of his cooking.  You’ll forget just exactly how soft his kisses are- against your cheeks, your neck, your chest, your stomach, your legs, your core. 

You bring all of your stuff to your car- and you are glad Jin is still sleeping. You know you would come right back into the house if he woke up and caught you slipping away, you, the selfish person that had to be with him, craving for him so much that you remove him from his home and people. The guilt would eat at you for the rest of your life. It already hangs heavy on your shoulders. There is no way you can deal with it any longer.

You start the car, and back out of the driveway.  You don’t spare a glance backwards as you make your way to the city. When dawn breaks, you realize you have been driving all night, and you pull in front of Yerin’s apartment.  She’s already there and awake- greeting you with open arms. There are no words, only broken sobs as Yerin envelops you in a hug, rubbing slow circles on your back.

The next day after sleeping in, you wake up with puffy eyes and a pounding headache. Yerin surprises you with a new phone and new number.  You don’t ask where she hid your old one. You’re grateful that Namjoon and Yerin don’t ask any questions- they simply take turns, keeping you company. The first week is hard- you want to hop in your car and drive back- but you can’t keep hovering around Namjoon and Yerin forever, an interruption on their own love life. 

So you busy yourself with finding a new apartment. Soon enough, just like Jin predicted, your first children’s book sells really well, and the same publisher has already requested for another one. You focus all your energy on brainstorming new ideas for your next children’s book, while taking on the most amount of illustration requests you have ever done so in your life. Each new task for yourself eases the the longing in your heart.

Your memories begin to fade, as time eats them away. Days turn to weeks, and weeks into months, and months into years.

TWENTYEIGHT

You need a break.  You’ve been working on this particular page of the children’s book for a couple hours now, and you are getting a headache.  Looking outside of your window of your office, you notice the sun is setting.  No wonder you got a headache, you’ve been painting and sketching under lowlight conditions.  The drawing of a merman smiles back at you, and you look at the sea you have yet to paint with your watercolors. You dip your paintbrush in the water jar, and set it to the side. You stand and stretch-your back cracks in appreciation at your break. 

You have decided to try finishing your own rendition of The Little Mermaid this year, but it’s hard to complete.  This book has been in the works now for several years- a personal side project of yours that you work on from time to time. To be honest, it’s hard to work on it. The project brings back memories of summer at the beach, and a man waiting for you on the porch. You remember him listening to the song of the sea, the waves softly hitting the sides of the shore in a sweet lullaby.  There is a soft smile that graces his lips.  Lips that will upon yours momentarily, large and full and greedy.  Those lips will kiss you softly to begin with as a greeting, but will become more desperate and deep.

You miss him.

You have gotten really good at forgetting about Kim Seokjin over the years, but this year in particular you have been thinking about him a lot. No matter how many dates you’ve tried and nights of passion you let yourself indulge in once in a while, your mind creeps back to him and it makes things awkward between you and your different suitors.  It’s been at least six months since you have last indulged yourself, now that you think about it.

Your cellphone rings, providing you relief from drowning in your own thoughts. ‘My Bro Tae’ flashes across the screen, along with an unflattering picture you have of him since your college years, no matter how many times he whines at you to change it.  You answer immediately.

“Y/N?” Taehyung asks, and you can hear shrieks of laughter from your niece and nephew in the background. “Yes Tae?” You can’t help a smile that begins to form on your lips when you hear your brother attempt to shush his children. “Now that Chaeyong and Mingyu are old enough, Jisoo and I want to go to the beach house with everyone!” “And?” You say in response, eyebrow quirking up to his enthusiasm. “You need a vacation.” You sigh. “Tae, you know I don’t go there anymore.” He pauses in thought for a moment and you hear his voice lower.  “I think it’s about time you return,” he says slowly, giving you a second to process his information, “and before you say no, your niece and nephew insist.” Great. He’s playing his strongest card. He knows its impossible to say no to Chae and Mingyu. You groan in frustration.  “Plus,” he continues in a singsong voice— “don’t you want to see your favorite brother, the one you will love and cherish forever?” “Fine,” you relent, gripping the phone when you hear his cheer in victory, “but remember you’re my only brother.”  You quickly hang up with a smile.

Taehyung and Jisoo want to leave that weekend. You decide to drive down yourself (though Taehyung initially insisted he drive you there with the rest of his family, because he was so sure you would skip out).  You decide to bring the children’s book and your art supplies with you anyways, as the sea air could perhaps help you finally finish the darn thing. As you drive along, you can’t help the butterflies begin to form in your stomach.  Rolling down the windows, you take in a long breath of salty air that you forgot how much you used to love.

Soon enough you see the white beach house greeting you, and you smile as a wave of nostalgia crashes into you. Chaeyong and Mingyu are already scrambling to your car door, pulling on your hands while you squat down to envelop them in a bear hug. You wonder how Taehyung could pull off two perfect beings right in front of you. It has to be Jisoo. 

Speaking of Taehyung, he’s already pulling your bags out of the trunk, (the faster he gets your luggage in the house you won’t have time to escape), while Jisoo is apologizing for Chaeyong and Mingyu’s enthusiastic energy.

“How are you?” Jisoo manages to finally give you a hug, while the kids are helping drag your stuff into your bedroom. “I’m doing better now that I get to spend time with the family again,” you smile into her hair. “It’s always too long.” she grins in return, walking you through the front door.

You walk to your old room, and there is a slight hesitance to go inside.  It doesn’t last long however, because Chae is dragging you inside. It’s like time ceases to exist here, because you’ve stepped into a vault, preserving everything inside. Your old desk sits by the window, an empty mason jar and watercolor palette holding down some old sketches. The setting sunlight filters through the white curtain, which is drawn closed. You see your bed, made, with fluffy sheets and pillows, as well as the seal plushie that sits between your pillows. Your closet still hangs some large hoodies and you spy a pink shirt.  Polaroids of your early twenties line the walls, and you see him everywhere. Jin with a goofy face, Jin winking, Jin giving a hand kiss.  Jin kissing your cheek, Jin sleeping, Jin eating some fish. Jin cooking, Jin strumming his guitar, Jin laughing. 

It’s so overwhelming that you close your eyes and you turn around, your instincts telling you to run. You are about to leave a very confused Chaeyong when a comforting hand stops you in place, bringing you back to reality. You look up and it’s Taehyung, a knowing and comforting smile gracing his lips. You breathe. Chaeyong skirts past the both of you, feeling the awkward tension. 

Taehyung leads you to your bed, sitting next to you and hugs you. And he sits and holds and you close your eyes.

You must have fallen asleep because you are tucked in under your covers when you wake up to a soft knock on the door and Taehyungs face pops into view.  “Just to let you know, so you aren’t surprised- we are having a party tonight. I want to have a reunion and see all of our friends again. I think it will be good for you.” You simply nod your head in response. You must have  slept through the entire night. You see Chaeyong and Mingyu pop their heads in soon after. “Do you feel better auntie?” Mingyu asks, and you notice their worried faces.

You stretch your limbs out, wincing when you hear multiple pops and cracks. You aren’t a child anymore, you can’t have kids worrying because of you. You smile back at them. “What’s for breakfast?” You ask, and their faces light up as you follow them into the kitchen.

Jisoo looks worried, and places a large helping of pancakes in front of you. “I’m sorry I’m behaving like a moody teenager.” You say, you hold your head low because you feel so ashamed. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” Jisoo says, sliding a cup of steaming coffee into your right hand. You have never felt more love for your family. 

After washing up and changing into a white and flowy summer dress, you help Jisoo set up for the party. With how helpless Taehyung is at cooking, he is in charge of keeping the kids entertained at the beach. Setting up for the party and chatting to Jisoo keeps your mind off things, and you begin to feel excited for the guests to arrive.

When they do, your heart fills with happiness when you see Jimin walk in, and he gives you a peck on the top of your head. You haven’t seen him in a while, not since he became quite a popular singer. “Nice hair” you comment, tugging at his bleached blonde hair.  He laughs, moon eyes beaming at you whilst flicking you lightly in the forehead.  “Nice to see you too, dork.” Jimin wanders to go find Taehyung.  Next comes Jungkook, in his clean cut attire, who you realize has another lady in tow- different from the one you saw the last time you saw him at his film event. You smirk at him while he approaches the door. His confident demeanor changes when he see you, breaking out into a huge bunny grin, and closes the gap between the two of you to give you an affectionate squeeze. “Hiya Kook,” you greet, ruffling his hair, “and hello…?” You peer over his shoulder at his plus one, who is surprised by his affection towards you. “This is Jieun” he says bashfully, and you realize his blush creeping along his cheeks.  “Hello Jieun” you say, and she returns a bright smile back to you. You might be seeing more of her, with how honest Jungkook’s reactions are.

You wander back to the kitchen, and grab yourself a beer. You barely have one sip slide down your throat when you hear- “Y/N!” And you are picked up and twirled around. You laugh at Hoseok, who’s bright demeanor fills your vision, as always. “Hobi! I haven’t seen you in forever. How is it going Mr. Choreography Director?” Hoseok is all cheeks, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m having a lot of fun- it’s a different challenge from dancing on the main stage myself, but I’m really enjoying it.” “You promise to show me some videos later?” You always have loved Hoseok’s dancing- it’s art, especially since you were never able to move the way he does, even after all these years.

“Surprise!” You turn around you feel the arms of your best friend throughout your life, Yerin. You whip around, and see Namjoon’s own dimpled cheeks from behind. “I can’t believe you didn’t think to invite me, Y/N- especially since we saw each other earlier this week for lunch!” You roll your eyes. “I think she has separation anxiety.” Namjoon speaks up, chuckling while tugging her shoulder gently. “I see you and Namjoon all the time Yerin.” You continue, responding to Yerin’s playful pouting. “I’m still deeply offended.” She says dramatically, grabbing your beer from your hand in order to take a sip in retaliation for your ‘mistake’.

During this interaction, Yoongi approaches, giving Namjoon a warm hug. “Yoongi!” You shout- since he’s become a famous music producer, You haven’t seen Yoongi in a very long time- the longest out of everyone. Yoongi flashes you his classic gummy smile, bringing you into to a hug. “It’s good to see you Y/N, I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve talked to my childhood friends.” 

After reuniting with all of your old summer friends, you realize you have drunk just a teensy bit too much and you need a breath of fresh air. You leave you shoes on the back porch and make your way to the water.  It’s quite bright out tonight- the moon is full overhead. The water looks is dark, and it looks like a giant pool of black ink.  You approach the water, and you whistle slightly, not expecting the water to feel so cold as it licks your toes.  

It must be the alcohol, because you suddenly feel all the self restraint you have held for the last few years bubble from the deep recesses inside of you- and you begin to cry. Your thoughts are completely full of him and only him. Your tears leave a salty tracks down your cheeks, dropping into the water below. You hear your heartbeat ramming into your chest, and it’s calling out his name with every beat- Kim Seokjin. Seokjin. Jin.

You sink down into yourself for comfort, hugging your knees to your chest. You don’t care that the waves are splashing around your legs. It’s as if being in the water is the only way to be closer to him. 

You aren’t sure how long you stay there, but your legs begin to cramp, and you need to stand up. You straighten your back, and begin the process of standing up, hands plunging into the water to push yourself up for leverage- but now there is a set of hands enveloping your wrists, pulling you upwards. You don’t get much time to process anything, because now there are lips on yours, a bit cold and they taste of saltwater- and there is water dripping down onto your face, replacing your tear stained cheeks.  Hands release your wrists  to grapple for your neck and waist, grip tightening when you open your mouth along with his.  It is a kiss of longing, and of remembering.  Your shattered memories slowly piece back together- because with his lips currently devouring yours, you remember. You remember now how his lips feel, you remember his scent, and when he groans to you biting on his lower plump lip you remember his voice.

You begin to pull away just enough so to crane your neck up at him- because you need to make sure this isn’t just a drunken memory- and you see him.  Your eyes drink in his appearance, as if he’ll disappear the moment you blink.  

Jin’s pupils are dark and round as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, swollen lips, wet hair sticking to the sides of his face, water dripping down his bangs. In these seven years, you notice time has only made him more handsome, if that was even possible. You see his neck and ears begin to turn red, and he drops his lips to your neck.  Your breath hitches as he begins to suckle the sensitive part where your neck meets your shoulder, and he languidly kisses up to his destination. You feel his breath puff against the shell of your ear, and he takes an earlobe into his mouth when you shudder.

“I’m home.” you whisper. 

“I’m home.” He repeats back to you, and it’s like you never left.

Seven tears into the sea,

And in seven years you came back to me.

To ease the longing in my heart,

Now we will never be apart.

©minstrophywife

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Feelin Confident!

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x plus size! female reader

Warning: abuse (billy’s abuse), curse words

Specifics: comedy, romance, angst, plus size reader, race neutral reader, confident reader

People: Billy Hargrove, you, Steve Harrington, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Eleven Jane Hopper, Max Mayfield 

Words: 1,925

Requested: By anon Could you please do a plus size reader and billy Hargrove imagine where the reader is confident in her body and that surprises billy and she is close with Steve and the kids?

Authors Note: i hope i did justice with this one lol i kinda had writers block with this but i still hope yall enjoy. billy is daddy and is so hot, well dacre is. hope u all like this u guys r dah best :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)

The heat was starting to get to you. Your body feeling like it was melting bit by bit. Outside the sun beamed harshly to the Earth, making a statement of how powerful of a star it really is. 

It was the summer of 1984, you were sitting, exhausted, in the living room of Dustin’s house. The other kids were there as well. 

“Oh my god this weather is going to kill me,” you complained to the world as you fanned yourself with a sports magazine. 

“Tell me about it,” Mike said as he wiped his forehead from the sweat. 

Dustin munched on his 6th Popsicle that day, “I can’t keep eating these anymore! Guys its summer we should be out there doing...well something!”

El had already made the ac units go as fast as they could with her telekinesis power along with making the fan go to the highest speed possible. Even she was desperate at this moment. You looked at the young girl and she was placing ice chips down her back and in her short, wavy hair. “Its so hot,” was all she said as she continued with her ice chips. 

“Hey maybe we can go to the park?” Suggested Lucas wiping his forehead. 

“Are you crazy Lucas,” Dustin looked back to him, “do you want us to melt for real?”

“Right, right.”

“What about going to the beach?” Will came up with this idea. You stopped fanning yourself and meditated on that thought for a while. It didn’t sound half bad. The beach was only a 45 minute drive from where you were at. It sounded so satisfying at the moment. 

“That sounds like an actually good idea Will, thanks. Okay kids get all your swimsuits ready and meet me up at the arcade, I’m gonna pick up Max and see if she’d like to come as well.”

You got your dad’s huge truck so everyone in the gang could fit. Even Steve Harrington. You invited your best friend Steve to go to the beach as well. 

Arriving at the arcade you see another confrontation with Max and her step brother, Billy. You take your sunglasses off and rub your face from stress. How could someone treat a little girl that way? Your mama instincts were starting to control you as you went to Max. She was putting up the middle finger to his car. 

“Hey Maxy girl, whats going on?”

She rolled her eyes in frustration, “whats new? My step brother is being a huge dic* today!”

You shook your head, “I wanted to ask you, me and the kids are going to the beach, would you like to go? I got an extra swimsuit in your size in my car. I was gonna give it to my niece but I think you will like it way more.” Max thinks about it then grants you a smile and nods her head. “I’d love to go!”

“Okay well, let me get the swimsuit and give it to you so you could change in the arcade.”

You went and got her the swimsuit and she walked in to change. 

“Lets have a talk shall we Billy,” you said a loud to yourself. Seeing his car not far away you walk to his side. You knock on the glass lightly, you can already tell this boy has an attitude. Oh hel* no not with you. 

Billy pulls down the glass with an annoyed face and his shades on, “what?”

“Hey Billy hello to you too. I’m gonna steal Max for a while, um, we’re going to the beach-”

Billy then blew out the smoke of the cigarette in your face. You stared angry, and with a big sigh you licked your thumb and pointer finger, squishing the end, it goes out and the cigarette is no good no more. 

 Billy just laughs and bites his lip, “you’re gonna pay for that.”

“I’m not gonna pay for anything and plus maybe I could be saving your life. Smoking is bad sweetie, look. it. up.” You pronounced the p in up.

“Oooh fiesty, I kinda like it.”

“Anyways Billy I was asking you is she allowed to go with me, I think it will be good for her to get away from all the fiasco in her life.”

“Sure take her wherever the hel* you want to. But how do you know I didn’t want to go as well?”

Placing your hands on your hips you lean against his car, “Billy. The Billy Hargrove wants to join me and a couple of kids to the beach? Any particular real reason you really want to go?”

“Maybe its because I can get a good look at you, see you in a tight swimsuit that shows all them curves of yours-”

“I’m gonna have to stop you there buddy, you’re gonna have to earn this tree because I ain’t no branch, no delicacy,” your lips go to his ear as you lean closer to him, you whisper to him, “I am a whole lot of lovin, more lovin than you are used to.” You kinda want to hit yourself at the end because you think you set something aflame that you didn’t want to. That made Billy want you more and hot for you. 

“Fine get in the dam* car,” you finally gave in as you walk back to your truck, your hips swaying with each step you took. 

“Dam* y/n,” Billy said to himself as he watched you go. 

The car drive was awkward...very awkward. Steve was sitting next to you in the passengers seat while Billy sat behind you. The atmosphere was uncomfortable because Steve and Billy have had fights and are not on the greatest terms. You were not there to start fights though, you were going to have a good time. You and Steve joked around like the bffs you were in the car, but as you looked in the rear view mirror you saw Billy’s face full of jealousy. He gave you a maddening glare, his jaw clenching and his piercing light eyes digging into your soul. It was like he was trying to control you. It was difficult unfortunately, he was very handsome and he knew it. He knew you were falling for his plan. The smell of his cologne and the cigarettes he smoked earlier wafted in the air and in your nose. 

The beach was perfect, the sand was cool under your feet and it was soft. You dug your toes in it and smiled to yourself. You set all the items you brought with you down under a umbrella. 

“Okay rules for kids, don’t go too far, be careful in the water, shuffle your feet, and if you have an emergency please call either me or Steve.” You shooed them away and all the children ran to the water, their laughter being heard in the air. You chuckled to yourself seeing them have a great time. “Ugh they’re such good kids, they deserve this time off to have fun.”

“Yeah, hey are you getting in?” Steve asked, taking off his clothes leaving him in his bathing suit. 

“Of course I’m gettin in Steve, duh.”

Billy is sitting on one of the chairs, his clothes off so he’s left in his really short...shorts. This was your time to be confident. You know you would probably get looks for being your size and the swim suit you were wearing but you didn’t care. You found yourself beautiful and sexy and thats all that mattered to you. Breathing in the salty air you strip your clothes off. 

You could care less if your swim suit showed off too much or showed some of your fat, this was you and you were going to enjoy what you got. You were gonna work it and shake it. Bending down in your tight suit you put your clothes away you smirk though hearing Steve and Billy’s breathing harden as if they are struggling to breathe. 

“Well boys I think I’m gonna go get wet, see ya.” Motioning to the water you make sure to move your hips and butt extra this time knowing the boys were watching. 

“Dam*,” said Billy and Steve at the same time as they watched your full body leave and enter into the blue water. 

“How have you not taken her for yourself man?” Billy was shocked, you were everything he needed, mature, sassy, kind, sexy, sweet, understanding, and very smart-mouthed. He liked how bold you were and independent, that just made him want you more. 

Steve shook his head, still shocked that his best friend, you, were that hot in that suit, “I’m crazy man, I don’t know what the hel* is wrong with me anymore.” Steve shrugged and ran to you in the water. Leaving Billy sitting there like an outcast. 

You two played chicken fight against Mike and El, went underwater with each other. You and Steve and the children were having the time of their lives but you felt bad. Seeing Billy all left out made you get out of the water by yourself to talk to him. 

“Hey Billy,” you said sweetly as you got closer to him. Your face and body were all wet from the water making you look more like a goddess. “You gonna go in the water?”

Billy shrugged, “and if I did who would really care.”

“I would care. I would like it if you would join us.” As you sat next to him you noticed a bruise on his face and neck. “Oh my god Billy what happened!” Your cold hands landed on his face as you brought him closer to you so you could inspect it more. 

“Its nothing y/n, nothing for you to worry about.”

“Really nothing for me to worry about? Billy just because you’re an as* sometimes doesn’t mean I want you dead! Who did this to you?”

Billy didn’t answer. 

“It was your fathe-that man again...was it?”

Billy tried looking away, his eyes getting filled with tears. “Yes.”

“God that son of a bitc* doesn’t deserve to be alive! Its terrible how he is treating you Billy, I want you to know that and understand that. I am here for you if you need anything.”

“I was um surprised.” Billy wiped his tears away, trying to change the subject. 

“Surprised? About what?”

“You, you’re really comfortable in your own skin.”

“I gotcha, you would think with how I look that I feel down everyday or I think of myself as ugly. There was a time when I was like that, but everyday I convinced myself and told myself that I was beautiful and I was enough, that helped me and made me go through tough times in my life. I think that way about you Billy, you are enough. You are always enough.”

Billy gives you boyish smile, it actually seemed genuine. 

“Its actually really hot.”

Your hip jutted out and you looked around, “yeah it is really hot I’m like sweating-”

“No not that hot, I mean you, the way you think about your body, the way you act like you own the world...its hot. Its sexy.”

“Oh,” you flirted back pulling your bottom swimsuit higher, showing more skin. “I think you’re pretty hot too.”

“We should work something out then before anybody else gets you,” Billy’s voice was rough, it sent chills down your spine. He grinned again and gave you a wink. 

God this boy was gonna be the death of you. 

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DAY6 Jae| Camp Counselor AU

This isn’t a part 2, but I kind of want to make these camp counselor aus into a series or something I do for a lot of groups because it’s just so much fun to write, and I also have such strong roots back to my sleepaway camp from back in the day.  Shoutout to any ASITs if they’re reading this lol!

I hope this was what you wanted!

Jae:

CIT (Counselor in Training) Boys Cabin Leader

Jae prefers to spend more time with the older campers than the young ones, he likes that he can feel and act more like himself around them and joke around more freely, he doesn’t feel trapped acting only as their babysitter.

Not only that but Jae is definitely a camp favorite among all of the older campers because he is just so cool and funny and chill, unlike many of the other counselors who prefer to keep their relationship with the campers primarily professional, Jae makes friends with every camper he sees.

 and it’s not just him being friendly or anything, Jae honestly tries to become best friends with every camper.

, but it’s still something about the older campers that draws him to hang out with them the most.

Like during meals Jae always sits at the CIT’s table and eats with all of his CITs, joking around while almost all of the other counselors are sitting with each other on the other side of the dining hall, away from the campers while they can,

, and hanging out with the kids never seemed like a chore or a job to Jae because, well.... they’re people???  And if you actually take the time to listen and interact with them they’re actually really funny, like seriously some of these kids in the CIT program are only a year or two younger than some of the counselors, so treating them any differently than you would your counselor friends is just stupid to Jae.

  Like have you ever heard CITs Chenle and Renjun make fun of first year counselor Mark of the Red Fox cabin?  It’s freaking hilarious and gets Jae rolling on the ground practically sobbing every time.

Speaking of the CITs, Jae prefers being a CIT Leader over a normal counselor any day, and is so glad that he got the job because working with the CITs is so much cooler than working with the small campers because they’re cooler they already have been attending the camp for several years (it’s a requirement to be in the CIT program that you have been at camp for at least 3 years), so they know everything about the place through and through, even more so than some of the counselors,

, there is a working xbox in the CIT Lounge while the one in the staff lounge broke months ago and no one wants to go pay for a new one,

, the CITs get to participate in exciting and different events that the other campers aren’t allowed to.

For example, the CITs don’t really have a set schedule for the day like all the campers do, so what Jae and his CITs do changes everyday, and one day he’ll take them fishing in the lake, but the next they’ll be baking small blueberry tarts for the girl CITs,

 and finally the CITs are granted permission to leave camp grounds once a week for a day out,

, and the day outs are always so much fun because they travel to fun places like the zoo, amusement and water parks, and go out for dinner before heading back to camp.

Jae is ALWAYS playing his guitar.

In between courses Jae will be chilling with his guitar under the sun in the center of the camp’s big grass field, and campers will just start surrounding him and one thing leads to another and they’re all singing Wonderwall and it sounds awful because everyone is making a joke out of it, but still ahhh (such a head canon of mine tbh messing around and singing wonderwall with jae)

around the campfire during the evening activity,

and other times he’ll just sing his CIT boys a lullaby to help them fall asleep after a long day of cleaning out storage shed out by the lakefront.

Though Jae is basically always with his CITs, he also manages to teach one class a day for all of the campers....

Can you guess what it is?....

MUSIC AND GUITAR OBVIOUSLY!!!!

Every day at around 11 am, Jae greets his guitar class in the theater building (it has the best acoustics) and has everyone sit in a circle and play what they had been practicing for the last few days.

 tbh Jae’s guitar class was such a popular class for the campers to take because he was such a good teacher that the class became overcrowded and it became evident that he couldn’t have just one guitar class anymore

, so counselor Sanha stepped in and helps Jae teach, and runs his own guitar classes during time slots that Jae is busy with his CITs.

Jae’s counselor is very summer, very much dealing with the heat.

He is almost always wearing a tie-dyed shirt and beige shorts.  A rope necklace and these shorts are his iconic look.

sometimes he wears a bucket hat because the forecast suggested that the sun is going to be stronger than usual, and CIT Kyla laughs endlessly at his ears sticking out from the sides when he does this.

Big glasses accidentally reflect the sun into people’s eyes while he talks to them outside... whoops.

Overall, Jae is the sleepaway camp’s lovable dork counselor who plays the guitar and eats too much pizza.

, and you’re one of the CIT Leaders for the girls, and have known Jae ever since you both started to come to the camp when you were 5 and 6, and were in the Coyote and Hare cabins.

Way back then Leeteuk was still a counselor for the Coyote Cabin, but know he has made his way up the ranks to be one of the camp directors, and is your BOSS!

Anyway, you’ve known Jae and have been friends literally since before you learned your multiplications tables, and now here you are serving your favorite place on earth as CIT Leaders.

  You and Jae are both a little over the top when it comes to camp cheers and the such because well, you’ve both been there for so long, this place is like your home, if you guys wanna shout the words to BLACK SOCKS you will.

“BLACK SOCKS THEY NEVER GET DIRTY THE LONGER YOU WEAR THEM THE BLACKER THEY GET

SOMETIMES I THINK I SHOULD WASH THEM BUT SOMETHING INSIDE ME KEEPS SAYING NOT YET

NOT YET

NOT YET”

(repeat several more times each getting louder and faster and more aggressive until you literally can’t keep up anymore)

Sometimes in the middle of the night when everyone is supposed to be sleeping you’ll gather all of the CITs and tell ghost stories to them, that may actually leave poor little Jeno weeping and begging Chenle not to do that dolphin laugh because he keeps getting scared.

, anyway you and Jae are basically as close as friends can be to each other and sometimes campers joke around that you two are like a married couple because of it, but every time they something like that you two can’t help, but laugh because it just all sounds so ridiculous...

.... doesn’t it?

that is until the CIT day out comes around, and this week you are all going to the waterpark and then a fireworks show because the Fourth of July is right around the corner, and how fun would it be to go out and run around with sparklers and actually see some good fireworks for a change?  Instead of the short and cheap fireworks show that the camp prepares for all the kids during this time of the summer.

So, you guys load all of the CITs into the camp vans and drive off to the waterpark which is two hours away.

 arriving at the waterpark is a bunch of madness because you, Jae and the other CIT Leaders need to organize all of the tickets for everyone, and then it becomes a matter of checking everybody in, and finally you can all relax.

It wasn’t seeing Jae shirtless that finally did it for you, you had seen him shirtless hundreds of times before, after all you two do both work at a summer camp.

For whatever stupid reason, it was seeing him walk out of the boys changing room wearing his bright violet swimming shorts, a bucket hat, floaties on both arms, and crocs.

like what kind of person? you thought, only Jae, your cute best friend, and then suddenly you realized you just called your best friend cute in your head, but you didn’t mean like cute cute like puppy-dog or stupid cute, you meant cute in a like-like kind of way and you slap yourself on your head.

“Y/N have you gone mad hitting yourself again?” Jae asks, pretending to be concerned and act like a doctor, looking into your eyes and asking for you to stick out you tongue and say ahhh, “I’d say it might be mad cow disease, but we can’t be sure until the test results co-”

“Quit it dumbass, I just realized I forgot something back in the van.” you say, pretending to look through your bag for something.

“It wasn’t sunscreen was it?  I can already feel the sun pelting down onto me.”

you were lying when you said you forgot something in the van, but then you realize that you really did forget your sunscreen, that or it must have fallen out of your bag because it wasn’t there anymore.

You nod,

“Dammit Y/N, the park people won’t let you back in if you leave, don’t worry, I won’t let you burn.” Jae says, “I still got some left.”

turns out Jae’s sunscreen wasn’t a strong enough spf for you, so by the time you and the CITs leave the waterpark and arrive at the place where the fireworks show is happening your shoulders are burnt bright red.

Jae keeps apologizing to you all throughout the fireworks show, but you keep telling him that it wasn’t his fault, that you probably should have reapplied the lotion when your shoulders started to feel hot.

, and somehow, by the time that you get back to camp, Jae somehow convinces you to let him lend you some of the aloe that he has in his cabin.

And then he... puts it on your himself?

tbh it was cold and awkward and giggly, and felt kind of strangely intimate,

and Jae is blushing all over, 

because he has always seen you as his gorgeous best friend in the whole wide world, but he’s been wanting to see you as more than just that recently and now you’re letting him put his hands on you kinda and you’re so close that he can smell your hair which still smells of chlorine from the waterpark 

,,, and it a moment of boldness Jae announces that he is going to kiss you.

And you let him.

Dating Jae is almost exactly the same as before, except now theres a lot more cuddling, and skinship in general.

Jae always greets you in the mornings with a quick peck on the cheek (staff aren’t allowed to show any form of pda around the campers) and a surprisingly sweaty hug, like come on the heat hasn’t even kicked up yet Jae.

Whenever you two go out on solo dates into town on your day off, which is almost never on the same day because you are both working with the CITs and there are a very limited number of CIT staff, but when you do you always make the most out of it.

, going to restaurants downtown and being able to hold your hands in public

The teasing never seems to stop coming from CITs Guanlin and Somi, who figured out that you two were dating in a matter of minutes, and constantly need to exert the small amount of power that they have over you.

“Hey Y/N is that a MOSQUITO BITE on your NECK *gasp* ???!!?!”  They’ll shout at you when you walk into the lounge after your breaks,

“Or maybe it was a vampire considering how obvious it is by the mark that they were out for blood.  What do you think Jae?  Doesn’t Y/N look like they were just attacked by a vampire teehee?”

<><> do not edit/remove anything from the original post <><> this AU belongs to me <><>

[lymricks]

(i'm still not done yet lol) Do you think you could write something, even if it's really short, about a conflict over money/class/related issues? I figure there's probably a lot of sensitivity on both sides, especially because Steve was supported by his parents temporarily in Chicago (and Billy does call him out on it when they first meet). Is it an explosive fight? Is it a moment of awkward tension? Do they talk about it? Do they avoid it?

Omg anon, thank you for all these messages they were so nice. My bad day did get better eventually, but I had fun thinking about this. This is kind of a big amalgamation of some of the questions you asked–and I might look more closely at others later in actual Chicago, but for now have some birthday drama and Steve putting his gift-buying foot in his mouth. Set between the end of “in the business of,” but before “you may ask yourself.” ~1300, wait, definitely not g I use so many swears. T? M? No sex, lots of swears.

“What the fuck is this,” Billy says, no question mark at the end of his sentence.

Steve, sitting on the couch, shifts nervously. “Uhm,” he says, not really sure what else to say. It says what it is on the fucking box. “Your–birthday present?”

They haven’t been together, long enough, apparently, for Steve to buy Billy good presents, judging by that reaction. Steve wonders how he could have gotten this wrong. He’d been so sure.

They have been together long enough, though, that Steve watches the microexpressions play out across Billy’s face. Something tense like anger settles in at the corners of his mouth. He’s not looking at Steve. “How much did it cost,” Billy says again, still a statement, not a question.

Steve blanches. “It’s a gift, Billy. I don’t think–”

“How. Much.”

Steve looks down at his hands, scratches at his jeans. He’s embarrassed, but he isn’t sure why. “$150,” he says, mostly a whisper.

Steve doesn’t have to look up to see the way Billy flinches, can hear it in his voice as he breathes out, “One hundred fi–fucking Christ what is wrong with you?”

“I wanted to get you something nice,” Steve protests, and even to his own ears it sounds a little bit like a whine. Like a spoiled kid who could sell the car his parents bought him to fund his move to Chicago, to pay his rent for months while he looked for work he liked, to coast. He can hear that in his voice, King Steve with his heated pool and his fancy technology, spending $150 because he wanted to get Billy something nice. He hadn’t thought about what that would look like.

“I don’t want it,” Billy says. “I don’t want it. Return it.”

Steve looks up so fast he feels a little dizzy, but Billy isn’t looking at him. He’s looking at the box in his hands, and there isn’t just anger on his face anymore. Steve can’t place it, which is frustrating, because he feels like he always knows what Billy’s thinking, or at least he can approximate it. There are times when they’re lying in bed, and Steve knows Billy’s thinking of something he isn’t yet ready to share, and his face does a thing, and Steve slides closer, presses his lips against Billy’s shoulder and kisses and touches until Billy’s face smoothes out.

Billy wears an expression like that now, only the couch cushion between them is an ocean, and Steve doesn’t remember how to swim.

“I–” he says, then stops. “It’s a present.”

“Then I’ll fucking return it!” Billy snaps, still not looking at him. “Do you have any idea how much money that is? What it could be used to–what am I saying? Of course you don’t. Look who I’m talking to. Princess,” Billy sneers the last word, and it’s Steve’s turn to flinch. Princess had been mocking when they’d met again, then a little fond, now it’s–dismissive.

“I just thought–”

“You didn’t think,” Billy says. “You never think about–about money. Me having a job was about me not being able to disappear for you. Me having a job was about me sticking around. Me having a job for me? Was about eating and rent. You never think about the cost of anything. You really are just spoiled, aren’t you? Fuck.”

Steve feels his cheeks heat, knows he’s red from anger or embarrassment or both. “That’s not true,” he says, defensive, but then– it isn’t, but also it is. He’s been on his own for three and a half years now, and he does fine for himself. He’s been on his own–

Well, not on his own, because Hopper still swings by to help him patch things up. Not on his own, because sometimes his parents pay the extra money for him to fly home, because his parents have an extra car to lend him when they’re in Hawkins, because when the kids visit they sleep on air mattresses that cost almost as much as Steve’s actual mattress, which his parents just gave up.

Billy says he hates flying. He always insists they take the bus. Steve feels like a fucking idiot.

Billy’s been on his own in a much more literal sense for a lot longer. Billy’s looking at him, ready for a fight, his cheeks a little red too, his mouth tight. Billy’s shoulders are tense, which is how Steve knows Billy’s ready for a fight, but that he doesn’t want one. “Baby,” Steve says, horrified at himself all of the sudden, understanding–not just in a seeing it as it happens way, but really thinking about–for the first time why Billy likes to do the grocery shopping, why he’s always looking through coupon books. He reaches for Billy, then stops, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air between them. He doesn’t call Billy baby very often. He thinks it’s that, more than the aborted touch, more than the way he turns his full body to face Billy, more than anything, that makes Billy still and listen. Steve needs him to listen because–“I’m sorry,” Steve says, and he really fucking is.

Steve can remember the first time he was having Nancy over to his apartment in Chicago. How stressed he’d been, how perfect he had wanted it to be. She was, even all those years ago, even right after high school, something like his other half. She was the person–still is the person–he called when he needed someone to sort out his head. She liked red wine. He’d gone to the store to get a bottle to go with dinner, and he’d wanted something nice, not too nice, but nice, and he’d thought he was carefully checking prices. He can still remember how stupid and embarrassed he’d felt when the cashier told him it was a $50 bottle. He’d bought it anyway. Had the money to blow. Didn’t want her to know he was that stupid. How lucky he was–how lucky he is, he catches himself, to be able to just–do that without worrying. Steve is proud of the life he’s built for himself in Chicago, but he’s always known that if it didn’t work out he could go back home.

Billy is looking at him, and there’s an expression on his face that Steve can’t read, and that makes Steve feel a little scared. “I’m sorry,” Steve says again, and he reaches out the rest of the way, presses the tips of his fingers to Billy’s thigh. “Fuck, Billy,” he says, “I didn’t think.”

The look on Billy’s face is surprise, Steve realizes, all of the sudden. He’s surprised that Steve is apologizing. Steve wants to go to Hawkins and burn Neil Hargrove’s house to the ground. He wants to go to California and burn that to the ground too, burn anyone who has ever made Billy feel like he didn’t deserve to be heard to the ground, because Steve’s an asshole sometimes and right now Billy’s right, he’s right and Billy’s surprised that Steve’s admitting it.

It’s a rare moment, Billy Hargrove stunned into silence. Steve takes advantage of it, takes the box out of Billy’s hands and sets it on the table. The couch between them is an ocean, but Billy’s eyes are something like a life vest, or whatever, and Steve crosses to him, straddles Billy’s lap, kisses him. “I’ll return it,” he says, “It’s your birthday. You get what you want.” Steve presses his forehead against Billy’s, traces his fingertips over Billy’s collar bone, exposed–as always–by his shirt. “I’m an idiot,” he says.

“Sometimes,” Billy agrees, finally speaking. His hand comes up to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck. He tugs a little. “You could still buy me dinner.”

Birthdays after that are easy. One small present. Dinner at a restaurant they love.

Easy.

[atombombbibunny]

I Know

Pairing: Daveed X Reader

Summary: Anthony and Jasmine threw a house party, you have no idea as to why.

Word Count: 3016 (edited)

Warnings: Lots of drinking, some angst

A/N: Part two soooooon??? Mayyyybe???? Hopefullyyyyyyy?? Shout out to @musicalmoriarty For pushing me to write lol

You twirled the little red straw in your whiskey glass, the ice knocking gently on the sides.

You were going to do it, you told yourself you were going to do it, and now you couldn’t relax.

The familiar noise of metal and clanging wood filled your ears as the backyard fence opened, to your delight and fear in he walked. Daveed.

The man you’ve watched and adored for the last ten years of your life, the one you promised yourself you would confess your feelings to tonight, the one you’re completely afraid of in this moment.

Your body suddenly ached and you couldn’t decide if you should stay still or walk away from the awkward situation that was only playing in your mind. In turn you decided to glue yourself to the grass you were standing on, and awkwardly lifted your arm to give a half wave.

His eyes fell on you and he smiled brightly, he looked extra charming in his white dress shirt with his sleeves half rolled up tucked neatly in his black dress pants, his hair down and natural, and his thick rimmed glasses on.

He began to make his way towards you, reciprocating the wave, all you wanted to do was run.

You  had no idea why Anthony and Jasmine were throwing this party, it was a semi formal dinner party for absolutely reason, it was probably to show off their new house, but you still felt awkward in a floor length burgundy dress standing in the backyard, your heels digging into the soft grass, with whiskey in your hands.

You had no idea why Anthony and Jasmine were throwing this party, it was a semi formal dinner party for absolutely reason, it was probably to show off their new house, but you still felt awkward in a floor length burgundy dress standing in the backyard, your heels digging into the soft grass, with whiskey in your hands.

“Y/N. Hey!” Daveed said finally reaching you through the crowded yard, his arms wrapped around you, you stayed still as your arms were pinned down from his excited embrace.

“Hey, Daveed.” Just then his girlfriend appeared at his side. “Hey, Y/N.” You took a sip of your drink with tight lips, allowing the burn to hide your passive aggressiveness. “Hey Lauren.” You said almost too peppy. “Babe, I’m going to get a drink, want anything?” She asked tilting her head up towards him flashing a bright smile, Daveed shook his head and waved his hand. “I’m good, thanks.” Your eye watched her sway away, her long gold dress slid gently on the grass. You couldn’t hate Lauren, she was nice, but she had the one thing you wanted more than anything.

The two of you stood in awkward silence for a moment as you tried to collect and force out the words. Knowing that once you told him you wanted to talk there was no going back, you would have his full attention. You took in a tight breath and opened your mouth.

“Daveed, can we talk?” He raised an eyebrow at you and smirked. “Aren’t we already doing that?” You rolled your eyes. “Haha, so funny.” He smiled proudly but nodded towards you. “What’s up?” You grasped at your arm, rubbing it gently. As you eyed Daveed you noticed he was almost bouncing where he stood. “Daveed-.” Before the rest of the words could roll off your tongue, the words you’ve been practicing in the mirror for days you were interrupted. “Guess what?” You felt a pang of anger coarse through you, its not like he knew what you wanted to say but usually he was all ears.

“What?” You asked a little too bitterly, he bit his bottom lip and you couldn’t help but stare. “Guess why we’re here?” You glanced around at the women in long dresses and men all dressed up, you shrugged. “Anthony and Jasmine got a new house, right?” He shook his head so feverishly that you couldn’t make out his face, his glasses almost slipping off his nose. “Guess again!” You tilted your head to the side, tired of this game already. “Daveed, just tell me.” He was biting the inside of cheek now but broke out into a wide smile. “Okay, I’m not supposed to tell anyone just yet, but you’re my best friend.” You took in a gentle breath but still felt the harshness of the night cooling down.

“Y/N, I’m getting married.” You froze, not a blink, just froze in place. You felt your insides tangle and your heart sink deep in your chest. The pain was almost so unreal that you wanted to grab at your torso, but you fought against it, as well as pushing the tears that ached to escape backwards, instead you gripped your drink tighter, your fingers aching at the ridges of the glass.

Taking another moment to gain composure, you wanted desperately to run so you pushed your heels deeper into the grass.

“That’s amazing Daveed.” You said as strongly as your vocal cords would allow, praying that it would be enough. He wrapped you again in yet another embrace. “I’m so excited.” His hug was tight, and as he let you go you took in a deep shaking breath. “I’m so happy for you.” You lied. “I’m going to get another drink.” Before Daveed could question your reaction to his wonderful news you walked off towards the bar.

Once you reached the bar you ordered another whiskey, this time a double and told the bartender to expect seeing a lot of you tonight, he laughed, you weren’t joking.

You took a long gulp from your fresh glass and examined the party happening in front of you. A lot of familiar faces, and a lot of strangers. No wonder you were confused, these are a bunch of Daveed and Lauren’s friends, you know all of Jasmine and Anthony’s friends, you felt stupid for not seeing the signs that are now so clear.

A sighed burst through and you took another long drink, almost finishing it, you saved some though, not wanting to look like an alcoholic to the bartender, although you bet, he’s seen worse than you. Your head began to swim.

“Y/N. Hey!” You turned to see who was calling you, and there stood Rafael, a smile broke across your face and tilted your drink towards him. “Rafa, hey.” He smiled and examined your almost empty drink. “Need another?” You shrugged eyeing the lack of liquid in the cup. “Need ten more.” You informed completely monotone. Rafael let out a short chuckle. “What’s wrong?” You shrugged once more playing with the skinny straw again, you wondered to yourself why they were there. “Why do they put these tiny straws in these drinks, when someone orders whiskey they aren’t going to drink through a dainty straw like this.” Rafael laughed wholeheartedly this time, he fixed his hair from his laughter and pulled you to his side. “Let’s go get you another.” Nodding you polished off the last few inches of your drink.

Once the third drink was in your hands everyone was called back inside for dinner, and a special announcement. You held back your scoff as you walked towards the door. You lost Rafael in the crowd but proceeded in on your own. Taking an empty seat next to Lin and Vanessa who flashed you a bright smile as you sat, you nodded back at them and took a sip of your drink. They could feel the unwilling to talk vibe coursing off of you.

As everyone settled in the hosts of the evening entered and thanked everyone for coming. “Now I know like, everyone was confused as to why we had you dress up, but this is actually a huge occasion with big news, without saying anything else I’m gunna pass this off to Daveed.” Anthony announced nodding towards Daveed

All eyes turned to Daveed and Lauren who just happened to be sitting all the way at the other end of the table. “Hey!” Daveed said nervousness radiating off him. “We have some big news!”

“Is it that you have big news?” Rafael shouted out, causing a giggle to escape, you glanced over to him and shot him a look, but he just flashed a smile.

“Ey, fuck off Rafa.” He said flipping him off, Lauren giggled but nudged Daveed gently. “Right! Okay!” The room was silent, it made you uncomfortable. “Lauren and I are engaged!” The second the word engaged fell out of his mouth there was an eruption of cheers and applause and gasps, you sat in silence stirring your drink, the ice cubes slowly melting watering it down.

As everyone got up to hug the happy couple you stayed seated, only looking up from your drink to see Daveed’s face, his smile was wide, it was the one that made you want to kiss his cheeks because of the way they puffed out and his eyes were squint yet were still so gorgeous.

Sighing internally, a slight knot sat at the bottom of your throat, you swallowed more of your whiskey to burn it down, the only reason you began drinking whiskey was because of Daveed, his glass was next to his dinner plate, you envied it.

Dinner passed, it wasn’t anything fancy chicken and all, everyone told stories of the two love birds placed at the end of the long dining table.

Wishing desperately for the night to end,  you knew even after dinner you would have to stay a bit longer, or questions would definitely be raised as to why one of his best friends left so quickly on such a joyous occasion.

As you played with the few grains of rice that sat on your plate Lin touched your arm. “Are you okay?” you glanced at him realizing you were slumped over, completely immersed in your plate.

You smiled lightly and took hold of your glass again. “I’m fine.” Lin eyed you cautiously, your body language told him otherwise, but he knew not to push it.

Dinner finished and everyone wandered around the new house and the backyard once more. Everyone seemed so focused that no one saw your face slowly fall, the tears you were pushing back were trying for another escape, you quickly made your way to the bathroom, after locking it roughly you leaned over the porcelain sink.

You let out a sob before covering your mouth, a few tears slid down your cheeks, you just stared at yourself, almost disgusted, why were you crying, you knew this was bound to happen.

A muffled sob came out, every breath in felt like knives, as the tears spilled over your fingers.

A quiet knock came from the door. “Y/N?” Jasmines voice echoed out into the large bathroom. You swallowed hard. “Be right out.” you choked out. “Y/N…” Your name came through the door again, this time softer and filled with worry, you felt the guilt fill your veins. This was Daveed’s big night and you were ruining it. “I’m fine, I promise. I’ll be out soon, okay?”

There were no other words between you two, you just heard her heels click away from the door.

You wiped away your tears and tried to salvage what makeup you had left on your face.

As more minutes passed with your attempts to calm yourself down and fan down the red on your cheeks you could feel attention turning to you

At least Rafael is probably looking for you.

You took one last deep painful breath and exited the bathroom; a few eyes fell on you as you fast walked back outside to let the cool air calm you down.

Like magic Rafael was back by your side. “Y/N, where’d you go?” Forcing out yet another smile, they were beginning to hurt. “Just looked around.” You could see he didn’t buy what you were saying. “I got you another drink.” He passed you the glass, you already felt sick and drunk, but you took a sip. “Listen, Y/N you know you can talk to me, right?” You nodded, taking another sip, but just when you were ready to fold Daveed walked up to the two of you. Your heart fell low in your chest once more.

His smile had yet to differ from the moment he arrived. “Hey guys, having fun?” You nodded and Rafael slapped him on the back. “Yeah, congrats again man.” He said laughing at him. “Never thought I’d see the day.” Daveed shoved him whilst laughing. “I told you I was going to do it, you idiot.” Your eyes snapped to Rafael; his eyes flashed with fear as he looked back at you. “Uh, yeah.” He said trying to keep his face bright and happy.

You moved back a step. “Y/N, where you going? I feel like I haven’t seen you all night?” Daveed questioned, watching you take another step backwards, you had never felt sicker than at that moment. “I gotta go home, I have an important call in the morning.” That wasn’t exactly a lie, you had to call your mom to cry.

Daveed’s smile finally disappeared. “Are you okay? You’re a little green.” You took another step away. “Yeah, just a little too much to drink.” Daveed reached for your arm to try and pull you back, but your arm snapped gripping your glass. “I really need to go Daveed.” His eyes desperately tried to search yours to find something. “Y/N” he said cautiously. Another step back. “Really, congratulations Daveed.” Your voice quivering in mid sentence.

You spun around on your heel and headed for the door, your phone almost tumbling out of your clutch as you dialed for a cab, you were too drunk for driving and too embarrassed or too angry to ask anyone for a ride. You could hear Rafael call out your name from the back door, but you had tunnel vision for the front door.

Once you exited the house you stood in the front yard waiting. As you delivered the address to the driver you heard the door open. “Okay, thank you.” As you hung up the call you could feel someone behind you. You put your phone away and continued to ignore who ever was standing there. Deep down you knew who it was, but you didn’t want to admit it, even to yourself.

The two of you sat in silence, you closed your eyes and hoped that when you opened them the cab would be there.

“Y/N.” Daveed’s voice rang out into the quiet night, you kept your stature and continued to stare forward. “I know you can hear me.” You stood still, still saying nothing, you wondered how it could be so quiet with everyone in the backyard. The streets felt eerily silent. “Your cabs not here yet, come back inside.” Still you refused to say a word, nothing.

Footsteps approached you. “You’re scaring me.” A hand touched your shoulder, you wanted to fall, to cry into his chest. But that would be the last thing you could do.

“Come on Kitty.” He said gently. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of your nickname, the nickname he gave you for your love of naps and hair pets. Then you just suddenly went cold. “Don’t call me that.” you muttered; his hand left your shoulder. “What?” You held your arms tightly in front of you. He finally walked around to face you.

“You don’t get to call me that.” You said sharply. His face was plagued with confusion he once again searched your eyes for something, some kind of answer as to why you were acting this way. “Why?” His voice was low and gentle. “Because Daveed.” You didn’t want to explode on him, but the whiskey was taking over, you tried to clench your mouth shut, but he just asked again. “Y/N. Why?” He looked almost hurt, but more angry, angry that you were creating this drama, angry at why you were doing this for no apparent reason.

 You looked off to the side, hoping to see any sign of your cab. “Y/N, answer me.” You let out a light scoff, like he could tell you what to do. “Daveed just leave it.” Now he was irritated, you knew how to push all the wrong buttons, and now you had done exactly that. “Y/N, for the love of god why are you acting like this?”

You began to walk to the other side of the driveway, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself further, you didn’t want to hurt Daveed. But as you moved from him, he grabbed at your arm and pulled you back in front of him. “You can’t just walk away, you’re my best friend!” His voice sounded broken as you ripped your arm from his hand. “Daveed!” You shouted losing it. “Because you’re getting married, okay!?” His shoulders dropped as he stared at you. “What?” He whispered; immediate regret ran down your body like cold water.

“Daveed- I” He stepped back from you. “You…” You watched as he tried to find the right words, but nothing came to him, the headlights from the cab came into view. “Daveed, I’m sorry.” You muttered out, you started to move so the cab could see you. You were just past Daveed’s frozen body when he swiftly took hold of your wrist, you felt your heart pound painfully in your chest, you were tiring of being grabbed. You glanced at him from the side, his eye stared forward, but he wouldn’t let go of you.

The cab was almost at the house. “Daveed.” You begun to protest his grip once again, but then you found his lips on yours. The kiss was rough and passionate, the taste of whiskey on his lips burnt at yours, his hands rested on your cheeks as he pulled you flush against him.

It was everything you wanted and more, but it was wrong, he was angry and confused. You reluctantly placed your hand on his chest and pushed yourself away.

“Goodnight Daveed.” You said hearing the brakes of the cab pull up beside the two of you.

You didn’t dare look back at him, if you had you knew you would have gone back to him.

As you entered the cab you mumbled out your address then promptly hid your face in your hands.

[tumblunni]

WHOOPS A DOODLE

Okay I tried to attempt making my first lets play video and somehow i forgot to enable game sound, lol! Just hearing my voice over gaping silence would be boring as hell, but especially bad because Ciel Fledge has an absolutely AWESOME soundtrack and at several times I just plain stopped and jammed out, haha! I was so excited for it and it was even better than I expected!!!!

But also I made a few flubs here and there and i was nervous and awkward so its probably best that i rerecord it. Cos I was dumb and decided to name the characters after my ocs and then halfway thru i was like OH WAIT people first discovering me on youtube would have no clue who those people are, lol! Plus I got super hyper attatched to Ciel immediately and felt like I couldnt really roleplay as grumpy Gremory. I immediately started talking to the damn screen already I REALLY CHERISH MY VIRTUAL CHILLLLLD

and AAAA the worldbuilding already has me hooked!! it isnt just a shoddy sci fi setting in name only like one of the Weird Android Games i’m gonna post about soon. like there is SO MUCH deep effort put into how the logistics of the government work in this post apocolyptic world, and loads of optional lil details you could miss! like for example you start the game with one expected intro tutorial mail in your inbox, but also three extra ones in the opened section. And they’re in-progress news updates on the currently unspecified ‘disaster’ that happened to sector 5. All dated several weeks apart and being like ‘praise to our glorious leaders! the battle is going great! don’t question anything!’, ‘never forget the losses we had at this battle today, we will rise like the phoenix and defeat our enemies!’ It raises even more curiosity about what happened, and gives a lil nugget of extra info-now we know the disaster was a battle with an enemy of some sort, or at least that’s how the news team is framing it... hmm...

and AAA ATHE BOSSA NOVA MUSIC I think thats the term for it?? and the really huge resolution awesome graphics??? and the sheer amount of detail to everything??? and holy shit THE FEATURES ALSO AAA THE FEATURES!! you can pick gender neutral pronouns or other titles for your protagonist! and even though they’re a faceless self insert like in the Princess Maker games you actually get to choose stuff to make them be like you! you can pick a bunch of backstory choices that give you different stat boosts to the child you’re raising, and apparantly there will be more choices during the game to change your parent’s stats and thus unlock more boost traits?? they’re a big presence in the game?? in this parenting game?? your parent actually has a stats??? aaaaa just as a person who’s a big fan of this genre i am just SO APPRECIATIVE of the changes they made to the formula! it really shows that the creators know A LOT about the genre and about common player complaints and wishes! like there’s a sort option on the list of jobs and classes and you can do alphabetical and by cost and stuff!!! AND YOU CAN DRESS YOUR KIDDIE UP IN EVEN MORE COSTUMES THAN USUAL!! YOU CAN PICK OUTFIT PARTS SEPARATELY!! ITS SO EXCITING!!!

and AAAA I’m so excited for all the new features that’ve never been in this genre before!! there’s this cool fully animated system for showing your adventure battle things, and a unique match-3 puzzle game battle instead of turn based or top down fighting. And you get ‘battles’ as milestones in your different aspirations too! this unique fight style can work in different ways for stuff like a swimming class test or cooking a cake! and also there’s a way bigger focus on story and worldbuilding and awesomeness!! and you can make friends and your kid can make friends and you can take them as party members together into adventures instead of only as romantic interests to get special endings. And that means there’s also lots of platonic friend choices and even stuff like friend values with her school teacher who will come and fight post apocolypse mutants together, yo! O_O and you can unlock bonus multiplier trait things and equip them to help at training your different stats! you get two of them at the start from your mom/dad/parent’s backstory choices, and then can get more from.. mystery things?? milestones I assume! cos there’s this system of achievements being framed as milestones set by the adoption company, so the government sends you rewards for being an exemplary citizen. There’s so much worldbuilding even in the lil gameplay chocies aaa!!! And you can talk to your lil kiddo and i love her and you can talk to her and do so many more bonding activities than expected and TALK TO HER AAA!! I actually have a form of direct interaction instead of just ordering her to do stuff. And the tutorial seemed to imply that she’ll develop like.. personality values?? And get goals and like or dislike certain jobs?? I’m so excited?? Aaaa???

god this game looks SO GOOD and lol i spent like a whole hour just going SQUEEEEEE at all the cool lookin things and rambling forever and then i lost the footage :P but i’m realizing that maybe a lot of my WOWWWW moments wouldn’t make sense without the context of having played other stuff in the genre like Princess Maker? so maybe i might do a short vid on that after the first episode of ciel fledge or something. not a full LP but just a summary of the goods and bads of that series and why i’m SOOOOOOO relieved to have a new entry in the genre that’s lacking all the.. grossness. cos seriously no matter how addictive the gameplay is, PM has a stupid gainax anime thing of sexualizing the daughter and treating it more like a waifu raising simulator T_T Ciel actually looks like a child and acts like a child and you act like a proper parent!! and its wholesome!! well its got dark stuff but the dark is ‘post apocolypse’ not INCEST! aaaaa im just so happy and i love my virtual daughter and i havent even really started playing yet haha!!!

[mochabeesnuts]

all of them

…i fucking hate you

MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

HELL NO

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

Nope

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

No

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

It’s becoming one

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

Yup!

6. What are you excited for?

January!

7. What happened tonight?

I said goodbye to someone who hurt me. Again…

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

I think it’s disgusting that people judge others.

9. Is confidence cute?

Confidence is amazing, and I wish more people had it because it’s not “cute” it’s beautiful.

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Water

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

2

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Yup! Almost all of my jeans are skinny jeans despite me not being skinny at all lol

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

I think I might have rehearsal

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

Groceries probably

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Nope, we don’t even talk anymore really

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

Yes

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Riley, Rachel, Archie, and Ali

18. The last time you felt broken?

Still do right now. It hit last Sunday night though

19. Have you had sex today?

No

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

The abuse. It wasn’t my fault.

21. Are you in a good mood?

Kinda

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

Sure!

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

I don’t know

24. What do you want right this second?

My fluffy pj bottoms and a peppermint mocha from starbucks

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

I’d say I’m happy for them even though I’m sad

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

No it’s purple lmao

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Probably not, a relationship is supposed to be a happy thing. What kind of love is joyless?

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

Rachel and I trying to figure out wtf last made us laugh, also jaden thicc

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Yes.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Yes, even if it’s not how or when they want it or when I want to give it to them

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

I should. I should hate him. I want to hate him. But I don’t.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

No and to be honest my feelings are a bit scrambled right now.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

I drink it sometimes! I just prefer water

34. Listening to?

Muddy waters on my latest playlist.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

Always

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

I think he’s still back at home

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe in lust at first sight.

38. Who did you last call?

I’m in a call right now! With Rachel, Crypt, and Riley.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

This guy named Hendrick two summers ago… We had to slow dance together for this film project my friend was doing and it was super sadljkf;kjas. Neither of us could stop blushing.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

Because I thought he loved me. He didn’t. Lol as usual.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

*squints* hmmm…. probably a few months ago? Not sure really

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

Nope

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

When have I not done that lmao

44. Do you tan in the nude?

NO WTF

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

No… It was a nice kiss despite everything. I wish he hadn’t said the things he did after though, it was just awkward.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

We left the call when I went to bed so kinda?

47. Who was the last person to call you?

Crypt

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Yup

49. Do you dance in the car?

Yuuup

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

Yes! I’m trained in archery. I have a compound bow that I hella love.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Hmmm senior pictures so two years ago. wow its already been two years

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Yes, but in a good way

53. Is Christmas stressful?

God yes. It’s amazing and I love it, but it comes with so much stress.

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

A what.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Cherry

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Firefighter, then marine biologist

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

I’m not sure

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

So many times

59. Take a vitamin daily?

Used to

60. Wear slippers?

Nope

61. Wear a bath robe?

Nope

62. What do you wear to bed?

Pjs, if it’s too hot then i switch to shorts

63. First concert?

High school musical concert when I was a kid. It sucked so bad

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Target

65. Nike or Adidas?

Neither

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Both

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Either are fine!

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

Love Story

69. Ever take dance lessons?

Yes

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Not really! I’m not picky

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yup!

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

Yes

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Yes

74. What is your favorite book?

My Sister’s Keeper

75. Do you study better with or without music?

With!

76. Regularly burn incense?

Nope

77. Ever been in love?

Yes

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

Lindsey Stirling

79. What was the last concert you saw?

Celtic Woman

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Hot!

81. Tea or coffee?

Coffee!

82. Favorite type of cookie?

Hmmmm i love all tbh

83. Can you swim well?

Really fucking well. I used be on a swim team!

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yes, is that something people can’t do…?

85. Are you patient?

Depends on the situation but mostly yes

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

Either!

87. Ever won a contest?

Yes! Just did actually :o

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

No but I have heavily considered getting lipo since I was 9

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Black!

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

I don’t have any. Your body. Your relationships. You do you boo

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Living room!

92. Do you want to get married?

Yes

[spiderscribs]

headcanons for our fav sharks trace and fin 🦈 sharks rule

send me a character and i’ll list my headcanons for them

hell yeah

Trace

his planet was mostly tropical

the ending disaster was hurricanes

i’m still working out details on his planet but i’ve been loosely basing every planet off of an existing country and/or time period, but my inspiration for trace’s planet is american samoa

trace had 132 brothers. shark leprechauns tend to have huge clutches of eggs

people on his planet often had tattoos, and he does too. they shave the fuzz where they want the tattoo to be, ink the skin, and from then on only trim the fuzz in the shape of the tattoo to keep the green from covering up the ink

trace and his brothers often had surfing competitions and trace always placed 3rd

i think i said this w crowbar but dancing had different meanings on different planets (cultural differences u feel) and on trace’s planet it was more of a confirmation of a charm together than anything else

when the planet started to end, the residents were convinced that because of trace’s temporal ability, he was meant to save them- which is something he would never be able to do in all reality

he plays ukulele rather well, and has a good singing voice, but he uses his talents to sing the worst songs he possibly can

his favorite song is mr. brightside and nobody can tell me otherwise

he likes piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

he gets jealous fairly easily

depression session covered up by memes

his best friend is itchy

he’s gay for quite a few others in the felt, (itchy, doze, fin, crowbar, matchsticks, quarters, cans) albeit to varying degrees

he’s got teeth similar to those of a cookie cutter shark 

he likes being in the car if he’s driving or if he has the back seat to himself, otherwise he hates extended car rides

he once tried to snort cocaine through his gills and nearly died like a stupid idiot

felt manor has a pool. trace will sit and float on an innertube even though he knows damn well how to swim

he won’t kill himself but if he happens to get hit by a bus while crossing the street that’s just fine with him

he’s lazy as fuck

sometimes he steals one of stitch’s ironing boards and uses it to surf down sand dunes

he goes tray surfing at the local fast food joint, McMonald’s

one time he climbed into a garbage can and had itchy push it down the stairs just to record it and put it on the internet

he’s always referring to people with nicknames instead of their names

says bro/dude/bruh/etc. a lot

“say that about fin one more time and this cuestick is going right up your ass”

lowkey always ready to fight

he spends a majority of his free time playing his ukulele and chilling w fin

he likes to play guitar hero and absolutely destroys anyone that plays against him

“hey itchy check it out slick stabbed me lol isnt that cool”

also if u wanna know what kind of music he likes i made him this playlist on spotify

Fin

his planet was mostly ocean sparsely dotted with islands

the ending disaster was ocean acidification

his planet had both sea-dwelling and land-dwelling leprechauns

the land-dwelling leprechauns saw the sea-dwelling as nothing more than wildlife and would prey on them for food 

fin’s planet was chock-full of subnautica-esque marine life, but bigger and scarier 

these terrifying bastards were a thing

basically everything on fin’s planet aside from most leprechauns was gargantuan and built to kill

fin often has nightmares about his planet and his experiences there

fin’s peppered with various scars from narrow escapes with predators and other leprechauns

he’s been caught by fisherman and escaped multiple times

he’s afraid of jellyfish, starfish, nets, hooks, and enclosed spaces

the felt first found him washed up on an island, injured and trying to catch reef fish by using the future trails to snap at them so they’d be too hurt to swim away from him

he was instantly attached to trace bc hey!! another shark!!

he didn’t know how to talk or understand speech at first. he was taught a few words of trace’s home language, and later english along with the rest of the felt

he doesn’t know how to read and can’t see well enough to read most things anyways

he’s totally colorblind. he only sees things in greyscale 

he behaves like some odd combination of a cat, a puppy, and of course, a shark

he loses teeth often

he’s afraid of quarters

he’s also afraid of diamonds droog but like nobody else in the midnight crew lmfao

if it weren’t for the gang war, fin and deuce would be best friends and nobody can tell me otherwise

if someone’s sitting on the floor or the couch fin will try to lay across their lap like a big dog that thinks it’s still small enough to be held

fin will eat anything and everything

he chews on furniture and wall corners all the time

he likes to roll around in the sand while trace is dune surfing

he forgets he can open doors and will just sit at a closed door and whine until someone opens it for him

a newspaper is delivered to felt manor every morning and fin usually brings it to stitch regardless of if stitch wants the newspaper or not

if someone tries to take something that he’s chewing on he assumes they’re trying to play tug-o-war

he bites sometimes whether he means to or not

he’s got some temper issues

usually if he has a problem he just yells for trace 

he often gets his head stuck in garbage cans whilst trying to eat garbage

fin gets excited when people talk to him like they’re excited, regardless of what they’re actually saying.

he more often than not walks around on all-fours because it’s easier for him than walking upright

Both

both had dorsal fins between their shoulder blades. trace’s receded as he got older, and fin’s was cut off by a fishing crew

they both have a shark tail. trace has a short tail and fin’s tail is long enough that it drags on the ground behind him no matter how he stands/walks

they’ve both got gills. trace has 6 gills and fin has 10

they both love to swim and they like being outside

they wind up getting into trouble often because one has a stupid idea and the other just goes along with it because “it’ll be fun!”

they both basically live for attention and affection, though trace is awkward about approaching it and fin just assumes everybody wants to snuggle with him