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jvngkook97 · 2 years ago

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Love at First Site

pairing; game dev!taehyung x gamer!reader ft. jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, humor, f2l, gamer au, online relationship/friendship au turned IRL

warnings; major flirting, slight angst, some jealousy on both ends cause they’re both shy and don’t like confrontation, but mainly humor and fluff, I know nothing about being a game dev so don’t come for me pls and ty, this is littered with quotes from a certain tv show and if you’re able to figure out what it is then bless your soul cause it’s been a hell of a ride and iykyk

rating; 18+

w/c; 17,288 lord have mercy on your soul

a/n; hitting a minor writer’s block with some requests and original content on top of being sick, but this idea came to me and it made me gain back some confidence that I’ve lost. IM SO SORRY FOR THE LENGTH, but I realized too late that I should’ve split it into two parts. if it’s truly too much, let me know, and I will. and just fyi this was not proofread so I’m sorry for any errors. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated. ty for all the love and support <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Aggressively button smashing your game controller, you finally defeated the mini boss to continue on in your game after many hours of your own blood, sweat, and tears. It wasn’t until you were able to save all the glorious progress you made, were you allowed a slight breath of relief. Your adrenaline was still on a high, but your body sagged in exhaustion. Senses still alert, your ears perked up at the tall tale sign of your computer pinging at you a clip of your favorite song off one of your go to game soundtracks that reminded you of the specific person you set it for, ‘Fedoratheexplora’, aka, Kim Taehyung.

Grinning to yourself, you slid in the wheelie chair you were currently sat in in front of your tv, and glided smoothly in front of your computer desk. One hand landing on the mouse, and the other finding purpose with typing your password that unlocked the internet and allowed you access to the gamer dating site you met Taehyung on, ‘Seoul Geek’.

You two weren’t dating, but you talked everyday and there was heavy flirting on both ends. And dare you say, there was even usage of some quite suggestive emoji’s. Being extremely shy, you’ve never met the guy irl yet. Within his profile you learned that he lived less than an hour away from you and you still opted to go on ‘virtual dates’ through video calls on your desktop, laptop, or cell phones. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, and thought it was cute that you could be more shy than he was which is a feat in itself, considering he was the one to bring up meeting in the first place. Something he never failed to initiate at least once a day, hoping beyond all hope, that you’ll say yes.

You two bonded over a mutual love of all things games. The main one being one he actually developed and made himself. It was a heartfelt, mysterious, slight horror, story driven, visual novel type game with butterfly effect choices littered throughout. It was everything your little gamer heart could’ve asked for and more, so imagine to your surprise, when you found the game dev who brilliantly brought it to life on the gamer dating site. And he was single. From his username, to his fluffy hair, to his big, round rimmed glasses, his cheesy smile, his grandpa chic style in clothes….you were effectively hooked, and he unknowingly had your last life in his large, slender fingered, slightly arousing hands that he liked to hide in the sleeves of his cardigans. A quirk you found yourself inwardly cooing at every time he did it.

Fedoratheexplora is online

Fedoratheexplora is typing…

Your hands fidgeted nervously on top of your lap as you waited with bated breath for his response to a question you asked him earlier while he was still offline. In the end, he decided to ixnay the reply altogether and send you an invite for a video call. Combing your fingers through your hair frantically, you smoothed out the sleeves of your sweater and just as it hit its fourth ring, you clicked the ‘answer’ button.

His handsome face popped up on your desktop screen in high res, high def, 1080fps, beautiful Retina display. Cheesy smile already in place, he waved enthusiastically at you through the screen with one hand, as the other held a beer bottle. You can see where he’s been nervously toying with the label on the bottle before calling you. Looks like he did read your suggestion earlier of a impromptu celebratory video call date after all.

“Hi, Y/N! Shall we cheers?” He asked, eyeing your hands that were obviously unoccupied.

“Oh, shit! Yes! Hold on!” You could hear his deep chuckle as you fumbled for a minute off camera, reaching over to the side table next to you that carried your beverage of choice for the night. It was a mixed cocktail of your favorite green drink, a Midori Sour. Lifting your glass up for him to see, he gave you a thumbs up in reply.

Taehyung then holds his drink up to the screen as you copy him with yours. You both gently tap the camera of the devices you’re using with your glass and take a small gulp of your drink. After your first sip you both spend a moment silently watching each other. You map Taehyung’s beautiful face; his sparkling eyes, his cute nose, and the faint smile on his lips. You feel content just to look at him right in his stunning eyes. It was so easy to get lost. And you had no intentions of wanting to be found. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t creepy, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was intimate and it was perfect for you two.

“So–,” he dragged the ‘o’ out in a playful manner, breaking the silence.

Your face flushed a deep crimson, but you hope the dim lighting in your room makes it hard for him to notice. Or the fact that you were openly drooling over the man, having to not so subtly wipe the corner of your mouth with your sleeve cause seriously, how is he still single?!

“–what drink have you got? I’m curious.” He continued with his previous train of thought, taking pity on your poor soul to give you an out that you graciously took.

“A mixed drink. I just made myself a nice little cocktail, nothing too strong.”

“I like the color.” He gestured at your drink through the screen before tugging on the sleeve of his cardigan that was ironically, the same exact color. “One day I’d like to try a mixed drink made by you! I bet it would be the most sweet, delicious drink ever!” He graciously threw compliments at your already beet red figure, making you shyly shrink into yourself in reflex. No matter how many times he complimented you on a daily basis, you never got used to it, believing what was between you two was strictly one sided on your part and not reciprocated in the slightest.

“Almost as sweet as you.” He cheekily added at the end, knowing it would get a reaction out of you. It didn’t fail. You slouched into your desk chair, grabbing the collar of your sweatshirt to raise up and cover your face. His laughter rang like bells in the background that you couldn’t see, but it made your heart swell with joy in the fact that you were causing it. You groaned in feigned annoyance, which made him hit the top of his desk with his hand while still laughing.

Resigning to your fate, you straightened yourself back up and blew a raspberry at Taehyung, flipping him off with your middle finger in mock anger. He eventually simmered down enough to choke out an ‘I’m sorry’ and a ‘you’re just too adorable’ with a wave of his hand.

“What about you? What are you drinking, good sir?”

“Oh, this?” He lifted his beer bottle up to the camera where you had to wait for the camera to focus on what lettering still remained on the half torn off label. You squinted your eyes as you leaned forward in your chair and still couldn’t make it out. It looked like one you hadn’t seen before though. “It’s a beer from a brewery near the game studio!”

“Oh, nice! Supporting local businesses, very loyal of you.” You gave him a small clap of appreciation for his choice.

“Yup!” He he popped the ‘p’ exaggeratedly. “I’ve met some of the people who work there too. They’re really nice and know what they’re talking about! Like this cashier who I met for the first time tonight, she actually recommended this specific beer to me. Even went so far as to grab it for me from the back freezer so it was super cold. Very cool of her, no?”

He chuckled at his lame attempt at a joke, not realizing that you weren’t necessarily laughing yourself, and continued with his story.

“We got to talking about what it is I do, and get this y/n, she also knows about my games! She’s played them like you! It’s a small world sometimes, I swear.” He shook his head in disbelief, a smile on his face. “We ended up exchanging numbers and I invited her to hear me talk at my high school. I figured the more the merrier, right?” He scanned your face waiting for your enthusiastic affirmation you always provided.

“Is that why you started drinking it? Because you knew people who worked there?”

His once large smile, went down in size and became more forced when he realized that you didn’t acknowledge his joke earlier or commend him for gaining the courage to actually invite someone in person, an action he’s rarely done in his lifetime so far. Clearing his throat, he answered your question.

“This beer specifically, yes, from the cashier I met tonight. But the brewery itself I found out about through work. Due to it being so close, sometimes the brewery would send over samples to our workplace for us to try. One of those samples, I happened to really enjoy which had me visiting them more often.” Resuming his previous act of nervously tearing at the label, he started doing it again with a new bottle he just opened. “It reminds me so much of my work and what I do for a living that I’m attached to it. It’s just me, games, and–,” he lifted his bottle up before taking a swig of it, “–this beer.”

“What about me?” You blurted it out so abruptly, you not only surprised Taehyung, but yourself as well. Your eyes instantly widened as you tried and failed to come up with an excuse to cover up what you just asked. Instead you used the facade of a pouty expression to make the question more playful and less serious like it initially came out.

Taehyung just leaned over on his elbows to give you a warm smile meant for you only. His eyes became soft with understanding. He may be a male, but he wasn’t completely oblivious to the opposite sex. He knew you were jealous. It was written all over your body movements and facial expressions.

“You know that’s not what I meant. You’re very important to me as well and I could never forget about you. That’s why I don’t cluster you within a group of temporary daily activities that could change within a moment’s notice. You’re in a whole league of your own, y/n. One that I don’t plan on ever growing out of, or getting sick of. To me, you’re everlasting.”

You wanted so badly in that moment to confirm your own feelings for him the way he just so plainly did with you, but it was like your brain wouldn’t compute with your heart. Instead, your flight or fight instincts kicked in and you chose to flee, in a sense, by completely ignoring what he said and changing the topic.

“Wait! Hold on!” You arms flailed around you wildly, making Taehyung give you an odd look with his head tilted to the side. But, like always, he patiently waited for you to resume your thoughts. He was taught that it’s rude to interrupt others, and was more than sure you were just prolonging your own confession. A thought of his own that had his heart racing erratically in his chest. Any moment now–

“You said the brewery would send samples to your studio?

You could see his body visibly deflate at your words, and it made you feel guilty, but you weren’t ready to lay your heart out on the line just yet, no matter how badly you really wanted too. Smiling weakly at you, he nodded his head before giving a reply.

“Yeah.” Short, curt, to the point. His deep, monotone, voice making your heart now drop into your stomach. You hoped you didn’t fuck things up between you two. Reaching for anything at this point, you just wanted to keep the conversation going as long as possible, knowing your time would be cut short soon.

“You’re allowed to drink at work? There’s no way that’s allowed!” You feigned mild amusement, hoping it would ease the tension that’s so thick you could feel it through the screen.

Choosing to revert back to his old self, he pushed the middle bridge of his glasses up with his finger to realign them properly on his nose. Taehyung then cracked a grin at your attempt to dissolve the situation and responded to your inquiry with more emotion than before. If he had to wait longer, he would, you were worth it.

“Actually, it is! But only after work at the end of the week. No one is getting wasted in the middle of the day, this isn’t college.” He shook his head chuckling to himself as he took another big swig of his beer.

“Don’t you sometimes work long hours though? Staying up past normal work hours?”

“Yeah, but no one likes to drink if they’re working really long hours. Too tired to do that.” He made an ‘x’ motion with his arms in the middle of his chest.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess that’s true.” You nodded at him, nibbling lightly at the tip of your finger before taking a large gulp of your own drink.

“Honestly? I have a lot of complaints about the studio. I’m just thankful that I don’t work there anymore.” He grimaced at his past self and how much they sacrificed in order to achieve his life long dream of being a successful game developer. Now it was on to bigger and better things. “But it’s because of the studio that I really developed my love of beer.”

“Beer is good!” You chimed in, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Do you like beer as well?” His eyebrows rose into his hairline as if he couldn’t believe you actually drank the beverage ever in your 25 years of life. It made you roll your eyes at him, a smile on your face.

“I do. Believe it or not. Though I don’t drink it as much as you may or may not think. I just drink it once in awhile, moreso on special occasions.”

“I drink it all the time, but I wouldn’t call myself a binge drinker. It’s more like–,” he looked up at his ceiling in thought, pondering over the number of beers he drank in a week with the subconscious use of his fingers as he counted inwardly. “Maybe one, two, or three at the most each weekend? To help me relax, you know?” He finished his statement looking back at you through his screen. His eyes lit up as he said his next words.

“And on top of that–,” he brought his pointer finger up straight and shook it in emphasis in front of the camera. “I also study beer too.”

You threw your head back into your chair as your entire body shook with laughter, cause of course he would study beer. How could you ever think otherwise?! Clutching your stomach with your arms, you were able to spit out a breathy and elongated reply.

“NEEEEEEERD!”

Looking back at the screen had you keening over your desk with even more laughter as you watched Taehyung feign offense at your reaction and dramatically act as if you had just insulted him and his entire family. He then attempted to speak over your still ongoing laughter in a terrible, fake, posh, British accent.

“You wound me, y/n!” He placed his hand over his heart to further play on the dramatics, pretending to faint into the back of his chair with his other hand over his eyes.

“Oh my good lord, that accent though!” Coming down from your fit of laughter that brought tears from your eyes, you wiped at them with the palm of your hands. Completely forgetting that you put on makeup for this video call, you effectively smeared your mascara across your face and now looked like a raccoon.

Taehyung bursts out laughing at your new look, both of you exchanging roles as you were the one now being made fun of. Not that you entirely cared, you just loved hearing his laugh.

“Okay, okay, okay!” You got up and out of view for a second to grab a makeup remover wipe from the bathroom. Upon making your way back, you sat down in your chair and came back into view. Taehyung was lounging lazily in his own chair when you gazed at him, his laughter long since gone due to it dying out gradually while you were away, much to his stomach’s relief, and yours.

All of your makeup was now off your face as you wisely chose to go for the ‘au natural’ look, one Taehyung didn’t fail to notice, and casually winked at you for.

“Why beer? Why study that of all things?” You inquired as you chugged the rest of your cocktail before setting it down off camera.

Gently swirling his beer bottle in his hand, he mimicked your actions and chugged the rest of his beverage, setting it off camera as well before answering you.

“Well, my dear y/n, each beer tastes different for a variety of reasons. Some beers are more hoppy than others, and some have a fruity taste to them–.”

You smiled as you leaned your head against the palm of your hand, listening intently to Taehyung as he explained his whole thing with beer. After getting the lowdown on basically each game mechanic that Taehyung designed, it’s nice to listen to him talk about things other than games or work. It’s like seeing a whole new side of him.

“–I have a whole ranking system. Each time I try out a new beer, I add it to the leaderboard. It’s ranked based on color, flavor, and whether or not I like it!”

“So there are some beers that you don’t like?”

“Yeah, I especially hate light beers that just taste bad.” His body cringed at the mere thought of the cursed ale. “It’s like watered down beer. Like, are you beer? Or are you water?” His eyes widened comically as he used his entire body to emphasize his statement. You grinned to yourself and inwardly swooned over his playful nature. Scrunching your nose in disgust you agreed with him wholeheartedly.

“Light beers are the worst! If I’m going to be given a light beer, you might as well just give me water at that point!”

Throwing his hands at you, he stood up dramatically and playfully yelled at the camera with a close up of his face, making his already wide eyes, even bigger.

“THANK YOU!” He then made a kissy face at the camera as he puckered his lips and accompanied it with kiss noises. You snorted in response and did a half mock bow towards the camera while you were still sitting in your chair.

Plopping himself back down into his chair, he scooted himself back to a normal distance in front of the camera and continued with his mini rant.

“Do you know how many people have tried to convince me that light beer is good?”

“How many?”

He lifted up one hand with his fingers splayed out evenly, and used his other hand to gesture at his fingers.

“Five, y/n. And that’s five too many if you ask me.”

With the liquor effectively taking over all your senses, you couldn’t help but stare at him adoringly. Your eyes basically turned into heart eyes if we’re being honest, but due to Taehyung’s own inebriated state, he was none the wiser.

“I like how passionate you get about everything. Honestly, I could listen to you talk about beer all day long.” You breathily sighed out, your body sagging lovingly as you just stared at him, openly.

You see Taehyung get all shy on camera, trying to shrink himself down and hide his blushing face while at the same time sporting a big grin.

“Really?”

Nodding your head enthusiastically you replied.

“Yeah! It sounds like you should be a beer connoisseur. Or a beer sommelier..? Is that a thing?” You questioned into the air with a look of confusion on your face before answering your own question with confidence. “I’m sure it’s a thing.”

“Maybe..?” He trailed off thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard of one.”

You snapped your fingers at him as you got a brilliant idea, smiling widely before pointing your finger at him.

“You can be the first! I’ll even get you a fancy stein!” You try to picture him holding a comically oversized beer stein. You begin to giggle as you realize just how adorable he’d look while examining different glasses of beer with an all too serious look on his face.

“Are you imagining me deep in thought over a beer?”

“How did you know? Are you a mind reader?”

He could definitely tell you were starting to feel your own drink and decided to humor your conspiracy theory about him.

“I might be! You’ll never know.” He winked at you with a cheeky grin before dissolving your stein idea into nothing. “Have I told you I’m not a stein person?”

You gasped in shock, utterly disturbed at his self proclamation. “But how can you be a beer connoisseur without one!” The idea, to you, was blasphemy.

“I think I’m quite happy as a beer amateur.” He can barely say his sentence, trying his hardest to hold in his laughter. “I want to keep this beer hobby thing totally casual!”

You pouted in mock disappointment.

“Fiiiiiiine.” You dragged out the ‘I’ in sadness.

“You know–,” he offered you casually, “if you’d like I could teach you more stuff about beer. There’s always plenty to learn!”

You raised your shoulders to your ears with a face of indifference.

“I don’t care. I’m happy with you. I’ll happily use any excuse to hang out with you.”

He smiled softly at you, wondering if you were aware just how vulnerable you were being right now in your drunken state. Not wanting to hear anything more unless you were sober and coherent, he decided it was time to end the virtual date.

“Is your drink all gone? Mine is.” He shook his empty beer for the camera to see. You glanced at your empty glass that sat next to you off camera and gave him a mutual nod. “Man, time flew by fast, didn’t it?” He blew a low whistle into the air that reverberated through your speakers.

“I had a lot of fun, thanks for agreeing to this Tae.” You smiled in content at him, eyes feeling droopy. You were more than ready to succumb to the warm confines of your bed.

“I had a blast, y/n. I’m gonna hang up now, but next time we can cheers in person, yeah? Maybe we can even meet up at my high school tomorrow for my speech? That way we can put our devices out of harms way for a change.” He cheekily added the last part for shits and giggles. It worked. You let out a small, tired, laugh that eventually turned into a big yawn.

“Send me the details tomorrow, okay Tae Tae?” You didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up at your suggestion and immediately he sputtered out a ‘yes, I’ll send them right now! see you tomorrow, ok bye!’ before you could even mutter out a goodbye of your own he hung up with an exaggerated wave. He didn’t want to risk you saying otherwise about showing up. It was smart. But you would deal with everything tomorrow. Right now, you wanted to lay on your bed, underneath your cozy blankets, and sleep.

So, you did.

*******

It was a very loud, very specific, ringtone that woke you up from your equally steamy and peaceful dream you had about Taehyung. Blinking sleep out of your eyes, you sat up and rummaged around the bundle of blankets around you to find your cell phone that wasn’t in plain view, but you could feel it was still somewhere on the bed.

It was a text from Taehyung.

Tae Bae: Good morning, gorgeous! You’re still down to come to my old high school with me, right? 😊

You completely forgot in your half sleep, half drunken state that you agreed to actually go to this thing. Not that you didn’t want to support him, you did, but you weren’t exactly mentally prepared to meet him in real life. This was going to be a huge step for you both, huge. But not one to be flakey, you took a deep breath before exhaling slowly out of your mouth. Fingers moving expertly, you typed out your reply.

Of course! I gotta support you while you give your talk!

Tae Bae: Thanks! ☺️

So, are you ready to give your talk to the high school kids?

Tae Bae: Yep! I finished my talk about how I got my start in the industry. I think the high school kids will find it interesting!

Awesome! 🤗

Tae Bae: I’m going to start heading over to the high school soon. I’ll see you there?

Yep! 👍🏻

Tae Bae: Oh. Also. I’m going to be dressing up a little.

OoOoOoO professional Taehyung??

Tae Bae: Lol. Just wanted to give you a heads up in case you wanted to dress up a little professional as well.

Cool! Thanks for the warning!

Tae Bae: See you soon, y/n. Can’t wait! 😘

Ripping your blankets off the bed as soon as you saw his last text, you fumbled out of your shackles of blankets that got stuck around your ankles and made your way to your closet. Sliding it open, you filtered through various types of clothes that hung up. He said he was dressing professionally, but exactly what is professional to him? You should’ve asked when you had the chance, but now you didn’t want to bother him in fear of being an inconvenience.

Getting an epiphany, you decided to text one of your good guy friends that you knew since childhood days. He was ever the expert in fashion and style. Not even a second later, you get a FaceTime call from him. You answered it right away.

“Please help me find something decent to wear, Jungkook. I’m freaking out here!” You angled the phone away from your face, to place it directly in front of the rows of clothes that were hanging up. You could hear him let out a string of ‘no, no, no’ before he finally yelled out a ‘stop!’.

Setting your phone on top of your desk that wasn’t too far away from your closet, you pulled out his outfit of choice and placed it in front of your body in the body length mirror that leaned haphazardly against your wall next to your closet.

Looking at Jungkook through the mirror to gage his reaction, he just gave you his bunny toothed smile and two thumbs up. Letting out a sigh of relief, you then began to undress before he let out a loud screech in the background behind you.

“JESUS CAN YOU HANG UP FIRST, WOMAN?!”

With your pajama pants already in a pool at your feet, your eyes widened in horror, your black, lacy, underwear on full display for him to see with his own eyes. But when you raced over to your phone to end the call, you already saw that he hung up before you could. Sighing in relief, and embarrassment, you sent him an apology text along with a thank you and promised him you guys would get together soon and you would treat him to endless ramyeon, his favorite. A simple ‘I’m going to hold you to that, idiot’ is all you got in return.

Rolling your eyes at his usual behavior, you threw your phone on the bed and finished getting dressed. Pulling on shoes that would compliment your outfit, you decided to go with a pair of flats, not wanting to kill your feet in heels you never wore. Eyes lingering on your body in the full length mirror you deemed it good and decided to move onto your hair. You opted to keep your hair down, but instead of it being it’s usual, flat, boring style, you used a technique on YouTube you once saw to create flawless, yet natural looking, waves. Next was makeup, which you knew from last night, he preferred you being more natural. So today, you were going with very minimal makeup and just used mascara and eyeliner to accentuate your eyes, your best feature if you do say so yourself.

Grabbing your cell phone, wallet, and keys, you made your way to the front door. It was now or never. Let’s do this.

*******

Taehyung is already at the school when you arrive. He greets you with a warm, firm hug, and quick kiss on the top of your head. Butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly upon the first contact with him. Your cheeks gained a natural blush to them when you noticed his eyes lingered over your figure for a moment before addressing you by your name. He’s happy to see you, but you can tell he’s a little tense. Not one to beat around the bush, you directly asked him.

“How are you feeling, Tae?” Your concerned gaze made his heart melt inside of his chest, his lips quirked up in a small smile for you to see only. Comfort instincts kicking in, your hand automatically went to stroke his back lightly while you waited for his answer, hoping it would be enough to calm him down a little before you meet up with the high school students. Thankfully, it seems to be working. You can feel his body begin to loosen up underneath your ministrations on his back.

“I’m a little nervous, but I’m glad you’re here now. I’m extremely happy that I asked you to come, cause I know I would be worse if you weren’t.” He looked at you in such a way that you knew he was being honest. It made you feel pride in being able to be here to support him and help him in his time of need. And that he asked for you to be here, personally.

“Taehyung, is that…you?” A voice hesitantly asked from somewhere behind you. It was a feminine voice, one you could see physically effected the male in front of you, his face morphing into one of confusion and then awe. You forgot, as well as he did, it seems, that you were not in fact the only one he invited to come today. And now? You felt less special.

Turning to the voice, you pivoted in your flats and created a distance between you and Taehyung, eliminating any physical contact you once had with him a second ago. Your actions made Taehyung frown at you with a different kind of confusion on his face, but you chose to ignore it and instead acknowledged the female whose name you’ve yet to find out in front of you. She was beautiful, of course. Dressed to the nines in an elegant, yet casual dress that she wore with heels. So now she towered over your average, flat wearing figure to join Taehyung comfortably at his height in a tight hug that he returned.

“You made it! Thank you so much for coming, Grace!” He greeted her warmly with genuine gratitude at her appearance. The little green guy inside of you was growing bigger by the second the longer you had to stay in their presence. Your flight response wanted to kick in, but you willed it down. It’s not like you two were dating, so why should you be upset? If he liked her, great, they looked disgustingly good together, so you wouldn’t blame him. Though it was not on your agenda today to be a third wheel.

As if she chose to ignore your figure completely until it was convenient for her, she finally let go of Taehyung to keep her hand in the crook of his elbow securely as she turned her body to face you with a pearly white smile on her face. Her voice was so cheery, it made the tight smile on your face twitch subtly.

“Hi! I’m Grace, you must be y/n, it’s nice to meet you!” She held out her hand to you in a polite gesture, one you also politely returned with a firm grip. One she didn’t fail to notice, as unbeknownst to Taehyung, her once carefree smile turned into more of a grimace when she realized you weren’t going to be backing down anytime soon.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung nervously fixed his glasses, a few tufts of hair falling into his face during the action. Reflexively, you closed the distance between you both enough to gently tame the few stubborn curls into submission. He smiled and stepped closer towards your figure, holding his hand out to you palm up in a silent gesture for you to take it. Just as you were about to, your phone rang that was inside your pocket. You pulled it out and saw a flurry of texts and a few missed calls from Jungkook. Your eyes grew large with all the notifications still flooding your phone cause you forgot to let him know that you arrived safely. Oh, shit. He was going to be so mad.

“Is everything alright, y/n?” His hand landed on your shoulder with a soft squeeze, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. Opening your mouth, you were about to respond before once again getting cut off by the now impossibly loud ringtone that Jungkook placed for his contact specifically. One that you wished you changed if at all to avoid the flames that erupted into your cheeks from the lewd lyrics that accompanied the catchy tone. He thought it was hilarious at the time and so did you. Now? Not so much.

Both of the figures next to you were in shock at the ringtone, before you rushed to answer the call, placing it on speaker as you stepped away a healthy distance to talk to the disruptor of your life at the moment.

Jungkook’s voice yelled through the phone at your progressively shrinking figure with each word he spewed out.

“First, you flash me this morning in your, I’ll admit, sexy underwear, and now you ignore my calls and texts while I’m over here worried you’ve been mugged or kidnapped by some sleazeball on the train ride to go meet your internet friend for the first time? Are you trying to give me a heart attack here, y/n?!” He word vomited it all in one long breath, him slightly heaving at the end from all the air he used up.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry I forgot to let you know I arrived safely–,” you tried diffusing the situation in a calm voice, before he abruptly cut you off.

“Damn straight you’re sorry!”

“–BUT I did make it here safely, okay? So no need to panic. I’m fine.” You gently spoke the last of your sentence in a way that instantly calmed Jungkook down. You know he couldn’t help but worry over you when you had no one else but him to do so in your life, what with being an orphan and all, like Jungkook. All you two had were each other from your foster care days. He was like the overly protective big brother figure you never knew you needed until he beat up the first guy who ever tried to inappropriately lay hands on you without your consent. From then on, you both were inseparable, even when you now lived cities apart. He always still had your back, and you his. But Taehyung didn’t know of Jungkook yet, which made this whole scenario look very bad in his eyes, you were sure.

Chancing a glance in his direction, you were aware of how his body was once again rigid and tense. His once held up hand now lay flat against his side as Grace looked up at him with feigned worry. He ignored her, still looking in your direction. His face was blank with emotion other than the slight flash of anger that was in his eyes for a split second, returning to normal shortly afterwards.

Successfully filling in Jungkook on your whereabouts you hung up the call and shoved your phone back into your pocket, once again making your way back in front of the couple that seemed to only get closer during your absence. You gave Taehyung a hesitant smile that he returned, it not quite reaching his eyes.

“Who was that, y/n?” Grace asked innocently, not caring if it was a personal call or not. She knew what she was doing, and she was good.

Taehyung went to squash her question cause it was none of their business, but at the last second, he kept his mouth shut. Cause he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t very curious who it was that saw you in your sexy, black underwear the same morning you two were texting. And it infuriated him more in knowing it was some mysterious male entity.

Not caring how it made you look, you gave the intruding female in front of you a sharp glare before looking up at Taehyung with a cautious look. He was curious himself, you could tell. Fantastic. Not like you really had anything to hide though, so you told them, or rather, you told Taehyung. The only person who truly deserved to know the truth behind the matter.

“That was Jungkook. I know him from our foster care days. He’s always been like a protective big brother to me. I completely forgot to let him know that I arrived here safely, a normal occurrence between us due to us only having each other to look out for one another. He got worried when I wasn’t responding to his texts or calls, thinking the worst happened to me from a rather…unpleasant past experience I’d rather not get into, but he’s good now.”

As your explanation became more eye opening, Taehyung couldn’t help but inwardly cringe at his behavior. He knew he shouldn’t of just jumped to conclusions, and now he felt guilty for you needing to explain anything at all to him, let alone someone you’re both just meeting for the first time.

Speak of the devil…

Another phone rang, but it wasn’t yours or Taehyung’s, it was Grace’s. She answered it with a roll of her eyes and raised a finger up to you both before briskly walking away to talk to whoever was on the other end of the line. And now, you were once again left alone with Taehyung. A prospect you once cherished, and now you felt just an awkward tension between you both. It sucked.

Offering up a smile of truce to you, one that did reach his eyes this time, Taehyung apologized to you. But not for the reason you were expecting.

“I’m sorry I invited Grace along to our first date–,” his eyes grew large as he quickly corrected himself with tinted cheeks, –“uh, meeting. I completely forgot I told her until she showed up in front of me, and even then I didn’t really expect her to come. I truly just wanted it to be us here today…and the many high school kids, of course.” He stuttered out his apology, reverting back to his shy self that had you once again swooning at how adorkable he truly was. Your heart not missing a beat with how he so openly admitted to you he didn’t want Grace there and that he even considered this to be a date. Halle-fucking-lujah.

Looks like the universe was on your side today. As soon as Grace sauntered back in between you both, she had a pitiful face put on with the explanation that she needed to leave to cover a coworker’s shift. Giving Taehyung a peck on the cheek before strutting off away from you both, she made him promise to stop by the brewery soon to see her, the promise alone satiating her self esteem for now. Which he did agree too, reluctantly, you could tell. She probably could too, though still chose to ignore it for her pride. She didn’t even say goodbye to you, not that you cared. It just made Taehyung see her true colors even more, a win in your book.

Both of you stared at her back as her figure grew smaller and more distant before she was completely out of sight, making you look back at each other with no other excuse not too. He gave a nervous chuckle, tugging on his choice of cardigan’s sleeves for the day. You smiled serenely back at him in hopes of calming his nerves, it worked, and the tension gradually dissipated into nothing. The once playful air coming back to surround you both in a flurry.

“You know? I thought I’d make you more nervous.” You hip bumped him, though due to his height you only hit his upper thigh. A fact that made him coo inwardly at your significant height difference and made him like you even more.

“Usually, yeah. But in a good way. Right now, you make me feel a little more calm.” His phone buzzed in his pocket as he took it out to look at it. Checking the time he looked back up at you to confirm your suspicions. “Come on, it’s time. We gotta go this way.”

Once again he tried holding his hand out to you palm up, and patiently waited for you take it with a smile of reassurance on his face. And this time, you made sure to grip it tightly, not wanting to let go.

*******

You held hands as he led you towards the school building. As you get closer, you feel him tensing up again. You give his hand the occasional reassuring squeeze, wordlessly comforting him that he’ll do just fine. Like last time, your magic touch seems to relax him, even if only by a little.

You and Taehyung enter the auditorium which is packed with students who are chatting amongst themselves and paying you no attention. Suddenly, you’re approached by a middle-aged teacher who seems thrilled to see the two of you, judging by the way she’s smiling. Taehyung, on the other hand, seems to be completely shocked seeing her.

“Mrs. Brown? You’re still here?” His eyebrows rose into his hairline comically with his question.

“Was she one of your teachers?” You asked him, looking at him inquisitively.

It was Mrs. Brown that would be answering your question directly, but nicely.

“That I was! I’m so happy you recognize me Taehyung!”

“I didn’t know you still taught here!” He greeted her with a warm hug that she was more than happy to oblige too. It was heartwarming to watch. You could tell she had a big impact on his high school years and teacher’s like her were few and far between nowadays.

“I’m still here and now running game jams for students interested in making games! Took me forever to convince the principal, but as you can see, it’s been really successful!” She beamed with pride, holding her arms out wide in front of her to emphasize on her statement. The large room was filled up with many student bodies who took her passion to heart. It was refreshing to see.

Feeling rather feisty, you turned to the woman with a cheeky question on your lips.

“If you taught Taehyung…,” you trailed off before continuing your thought, making the male look at you curiously, “–do you have any embarrassing stories about him? I’m so curious!”

Taehyung just laughs and hides his face in his large hands, using his sleeves as extra coverage before dropping them to playfully glare at you with a retaliation of his own.

“No, she doesn’t. Right, Mrs. Brown?” He started off confident, before looking at her with a helpless look on his face, but she was one to always be loyal to her fellow students so she caught onto his pleading look.

“Even if I did–,” she winked at you just as cheekily, “my lips are sealed, my dear! I’m sworn to secrecy.” She made a zip motion with her lips and feigned locking her mouth before throwing the imaginary key behind her. It made you let out a small laugh of your own at her eccentric character. You knew for a fact she would’ve been your favorite teacher as well.

Still, you playfully pouted at her with your lips puckered for full measure. An ‘awww’ leaving your lips in feigned disappointment at her response.

“Lucky me!” Taehyung grinned widely at you both, savoring this blissful moment between his favorite teacher and you, his favorite human being.

Waving you two to follow her, Mrs. Brown addresses you both with her next statement.

“Let’s go up to the front so you can start your talk. The students are so excited to see you!” She clapped gleefully as she led you both with a pep in her step to the stage. A large podium stood proudly center stage where Taehyung would soon be.

Following her up the side steps, you walked onto the stage, giving Taehyung another reassuring squeeze before letting his hand go so he could take his place behind the mic’ed up podium. You now stood to the side of the stage while Taehyung got ready to deliver his talk to the students. Mrs. Brown pulls the student’s attention to the front of the room, then takes her place next to you as he begins to talk, giving you a smile and light nod of her head in acknowledgment that you politely returned with a smile.

As he begins to speak, his voice is shaky. He often pauses between sentences to take a deep breath and collect himself. He talks about his journey into game development, why he decided to pursue that career, what steps he took to gain the skills he needed, and finally, how he got his first job in a studio.

You look around the room from your position on stage. Some students towards the back are paying no attention, but the majority of students have been listening carefully.

Watching him talk makes you swell up with so much pride. As the talk continues, you can see that his nerves have disappeared. His voice is no longer shaky and his breathing is more smooth. All in all, he looks much more comfortable now and you wonder why he was so worried in the first place, cause he was a natural. His newfound confidence is admirable and makes your heart beat faster, effectively losing your breath in the process. Seeing him like this is making you adore him even more than before.

As he wraps up his talk, the students give him a round of applause. He remains pretty confident up at the front of the audience, clearly pleased with how his talk has been received by the crowd.

Mrs. Brown steps forward from her spot next to you on stage to address the crowd with a wireless mic you didn’t notice her holding within her grasp a second ago.

“That was an amazing talk! Thank you so much, Taehyung! Okay, now we’re going to take a quick break and when we come back, we’ll have Taehyung check out your games so don’t stray too far now, you hear!” Her voice boomed In the enclosed space, much like how Taehyung’s did a second ago. You had to give props for them to be able to talk in front of such a large audience as if there was nothing too it. Just standing up there made you on edge and get stage fright, and you weren’t even going to be the one talking!

Taehyung waved to the crowd and bowed politely before turning to walk in your direction. Sidling up next to you, he offered an out you couldn’t refuse.

“Let’s go for a walk outside, yeah? I’m in some dire need of fresh air right now.” He chuckled humorlessly, once again offering his hand up for you to take, which you did.

“Sounds good to me!” You exclaimed happily.

*******

Once outside, you and Taehyung walked side by side around the building. He was shaking off some pent up energy as he walked, swinging your arms in between you two due to the action.

Looking at you with both excitement and worry he stuttered out a question.

“How did I do? Good? I feel like I did good.”

“You were amazing up there, truly! By the end of the talk I couldn’t even tell that you were nervous!”

“I held back my nervousness until now.” He shyly admitted to you as he further demonstrated his point by shaking his body out faster, swinging your arms more quickly in the process.

You let out a small laugh in response.

“I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told me. But you did a good job! The students seemed to like your talk a lot.”

“Mission accomplished!” He pumped his fist in the air cheesily, honing into his ‘Breakfast Club’ era. His mood drastically changes as he sighs and actually takes a look at his current surroundings. It made you confused with the sudden change, but you kept quiet in hopes he would express himself to you on his own. With a click of his tongue, he does.

“You know, I thought that this place would’ve changed a lot since I left, but it seems to be pretty much the same.”

“Feeling nostalgic?”

“A little. I did go here for four years after all. Not that I miss being in school again whatsoever. Atleast, I don’t feel like I’m back in high school again.” He looked down at your hands with a smile on his face then looked back up into your questioning, gorgeous, eyes. “Teenage me would be so jealous right now. My life now is way cooler.” Looks like his cheesy side was once again about to make an appearance, as was your playful one.

“Because of me, right?” You popped your invisible collar, giving him a ‘blue steel’ model pose with your face, making laughter bubble up in his chest that couldn’t be contained.

“Maybe.” It was all he offered, dragging out the ‘e’ in between his laughter.

Your heart beats faster as he pulls you to a stop underneath a shaded tree that felt good in the blistering heat of the city, stepping closer to you. The world seemed to slow down as you both just looked at each other. He seemed to be having an inward battle of his own, as you watched his expressions change before he finally settled on a look of resolve. He cautiously starts to lean in towards you, his face right in front of yours.

“If you tell me to stop, I will, and I promise I won’t be mad.” He quietly spoke into what little negative space remained between your bodies. Nerves and excitement could be felt bubbling in your stomach, and for once in your life, you weren’t going to flee. You were going to fight. In the form of kissing, of course.

“Kiss me, please.” You spoke in the same quiet voice that he used, not wanting to break the special moment about to be shared right now.

He leans down the rest of the way, bending over slightly to accommodate your height difference, and kisses you. And you all but melt right in front of him, both of your eyes closing instinctually upon contact.

You don’t know how he does it, but each kiss he gives you, you swear your feet lift off the ground a little bit more with the grip he has around your waist that was gentle, yet firm at the same time.

He pulls away abruptly, your eyes flying wide open with visible disappointment written all over your face. There was a single question in your eyes that had him shooting you a lopsided grin. ‘Why did you stop’.

“Why don’t we go somewhere…more discreet? Like behind the bleachers?” He used his head to point towards the bleachers that weren’t too far off from where you currently stood and your face flushed from the suggestion. Your body was equally buzzing from the sheer adrenaline you received in that long overdue kiss. His own body language suggests he’s trying to play it cool, but you can sense how into you he is right now.

“Sure! Yes, please, let’s go.” Your voice all but pleaded with him in an attempt to move faster. Sensing your urgency, he doesn’t waste any time and leads you both across the football field. Making it to the bleachers, you both hid under them giggling like your both teenagers about to be caught doing something you shouldn’t. Now under the protection of them, you demanded his attention once more.

“Kiss me. Now.”

You see surprise flash in his eyes as he’s taken aback by your heat, but it disappears quickly to be replaced by a look of need that reflects yours. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you anticipate your next kiss with him. He leans in close that you can feel his warm breath on your lips.

He closes the gap between you two, pressing his lips hard on yours in a clash of teeth and tongue. It sends sparks down your spine and electrifies you. His arms come to wrap around you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Cause without him holding you up, you’d melt into the ground.

You reach up to caress his face. Feeling his face, how soft and gentle it is in the palm of your hand, has you reeling over how any of this could be real right now. His reaction is to lean into your hand more and further deepen the kiss in the process, not that you were complaining.

He pulls away from you, but still holds you close in his arms. You look up at him with his heavy lidded eyes and flushed face, feeling a womanly pride in knowing you caused that face to appear and it was meant for you only. The sight of him makes your heart beat even faster. It feels as if any moment it’ll burst from your chest.

You notice his glasses went askew from your previous antics, and reached up to fix them for him. A gesture that felt all too natural and real for him, that he needed to tell you how he really felt, right now. If not, he would be the one to explode.

“Y/N?” His voice is a low whisper.

“What?” You whispered back.

“I can’t get enough of you. You’re amazing. And in fear that I haven’t been obvious enough, I’m just gonna say it. I like you. I really, really like you.” The amount of warmth in his eyes just made you want to kiss him more, so you told him.

“I feel the same way, Tae. But right now? I need you to shut up and kiss me more.” Your voice was two tones of sweet and needy, making Taehyung gulp from the intensity your own eyes held. But all he does is grin and happily oblige with your request.

He kisses you again and pulls you even closer. You wonder if he knows exactly how much your heart is beating right now from being flush against his own body at this point. Just as things were starting to get more intense as hands wandered to more intimate clothed areas, an alarm started to blare. The sudden sound making you both break apart with heavy pants, he leans his forehead against yours and you can see the disappointment in his eyes that you’re sure is mirrored in yours. He pulls away from you to look at where the sound is coming from, his cell phone. Sighing in exasperation, he gives you another quick peck on the lips before telling you what you already knew.

“Damn. I’m sorry, y/n. We have to head back.” You could tell he was genuinely distraught over the interruption, wanting nothing more than to continue your prior actions.

Giving him a smile of understanding, you hoped it would be enough to reassure him that even though it sucked you had to stop, you weren’t upset with him at all.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted.” You offered in a semi playful tone, hoping to lighten the mood.

He gave you a smile in return, his hand coming up to gently caress the side of your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek lovingly.

“Yeah. It really was.”

Leaning up yourself to give him a short, yet meaningful kiss, you decided to be the one to take control as you grabbed onto his hand, lacing your fingers together in the process.

“Alright, big hot shot game developer, let’s go inspire some kids!” This time, it was you pumping your own fist into the air getting hyped on behalf of Taehyung. A sentiment he appreciated, squeezing your hand gently with a deep chuckle. Not wanting to be left out, he copied your actions with a loud ‘whoop’ as you guys walked out from behind the bleachers side by side.

*******

Hand in hand you both made your way back to the auditorium with all the game jam kids. The only difference now, was that during your break period, rows of tables and computers where the kids would demonstrate their games for Taehyung was now set up in the middle. Mrs. Brown eagerly approached you both as soon as she noticed you two walk back in, now seeming more excited than before.

“You’re back! Great!” She clapped her hands happily before gesturing to the rows of computers behind her. “The students are ready to show you their games. They’re so excited to have them seen by an actual game developer!”

Nodding at Taehyung in understanding, he gave you a wide, toothy, grin. Squeezing your hand one last time before letting go, he then followed Mrs. Brown to the eagerly awaiting students that you could tell had stars in their eyes while watching Taehyung walk up to them.

It was endearing to see how happy they are, showing off their games to Taehyung. And even more endearing to see him enthusiastically check out every single game and answer every question the students had with so much patience and kindness. Sometimes, you had to intervene when he would spend too long with one student and you would have to woefully cut their interaction short, dragging him away to the next kid in order to make sure that there was enough time for him to see everyone in the time you were allotted for the event.

Just as he finished up with another student, you decided to chime in with some thoughts of your own, looking at him with adoration in your eyes.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

“Yeah! These kids are impressive. I hope some of them become game developers.” His whole aura exuded happiness and content, and it was wonderful to be in his presence during this event, seeing him let loose and just live.

The tour continues after your short conversation. He makes sure to stay kind and patient towards the rest of the students, and is quick to give any additional advice if they need it. It makes you wonder if he’s following his mentor’s lead.

Finally, you reached the last student. The session seems to be going well, with Taehyung trying the game then answering the questions the student might have. Once you believe that you’re done, you’re both about to walk away when the kid calls you back.

“Wait! I wanna show you one more thing!”

“Sure thing! What is it?” Taehyung answered back politely.

“I found this when Mrs. Brown was talking about your game.”

The student pulls up a website on the class computer. It’s advertising a copycat game. You feel your heart drop. Looking over at Taehyung, you see he has a dark look across his face. This website isn’t a series of random blog posts like ones he’s shown you previously, back when it didn’t seem like such a huge deal cause it happens all the time with video games, he reassured you. No, this website is more professional and polished. Clearly, it’s been made specifically for this game. For his game.

You hear Taehyung gasp from his bent over position in front of you, but his whole focus is on the computer screen. You look at him again and he just looks devastated, like he’s been stabbed in the back. You lean over and whisper to him.

“What is it, Tae?”

“This game. It’s made by Harper. That’s what the website says.” He whispers back gravely.

You brush up against his side to lean in further and witness the site yourself in its entirety. There, in large, emboldened, fancy lettering, you see ‘Developed by Harper’. Now you understand why he looks so distraught. You can’t help but also feel upset on his behalf, even though you’ve never met Harper.

“I thought Harper wasn’t a game dev?”

“I guess they are now.” He bitterly spat out, not at you though, never at you.

The student, oblivious to your current conversation and worries, continued to ask questions.

“It doesn’t look as cool as your game, but it looks kinda the same. Is that normal in the industry?” The students inquiry was completely for educational purposes and he meant no harm, but you can tell the topic was starting to wear down on Taehyung, his mood souring by the minute. You touch his back to comfort him since it worked so well earlier, though now it doesn’t seem to have the same effect, which saddens you, but you don’t dwell on it for too long knowing there’s more important matters at the moment other than your feelings. He can’t seem to find the words to reply, so you do it for him in hopes of easing his burden if only for a moment. He looks ready to run away as fast as possible, so you give a quick, completely out of your ass, explanation.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, the student decides to speak up himself thinking that neither of you were going to answer his question.

“Hello?” He said with a slight attitude, but still kept polite composure. “I was just curious if that was normal?”

You sigh, becoming frustrated with the whole situation, but didn’t want to take it out on the innocent student. Taehyung still doesn’t seem able to answer the question, so you know for sure you’re going to have to step in and provide something since they’re still oblivious to everything. You almost envy him.

“It could be a tribute.” The words fall out of your mouth in more of a questionable tone, before you resolve to sounding more confident in your made up answer. “Maybe they were just really inspired by Taehyung!” You gestured at the silent male next to you who looked lost in his own world, still glaring at the website. When he didn’t offer you any reaction or reprieve, you continued with your statement. “Some games are heavily inspired by other games all the time!”

You ended your explanation with a nonchalant, carefree attitude. Completely different from what you were actually feeling inside, but you didn’t want to give the student any reason to be suspicious of the website and have him blurb it to everyone he knows. That’s the absolute last thing that Taehyung needed right now.

“Oh! Okay! I get it now, thanks! And thank you for checking out my game. It was really cool getting to show it to you guys!” He grinned with gratitude at you both, an action that Taehyung actually managed to return, albeit, it was with a forced smile, but it was better than nothing.

“Thank you for showing it! We hope you make more games in the future!” You smiled politely at the student, gently nudging Taehyung in the side to get him to agree, he does and wishes the student well.

The student nods excitedly. You envy his ignorance even more at this moment. He didn’t mean to upset Taehyung and was just asking an innocent question. But that one question has made him completely shut down. His mood drastically changed since the start of this event.

Eager to get away to help Taehyung, you say a quick goodbye to both the student and Mrs. Brown. Linking arms, you help him walk out of the auditorium and into the fresh, cool, crisp air. The sky is starting to look like cotton candy with the change of the day – purple, pink, and orange hues spread across like a painting. As soon as you stepped outside though, he lets go of you.

“I’m sorry.” He has a face full of longing and remorse for what he’s about to do. His eyes search yours for a second, for what, you’ll never quite know. Just as you’re about to reach your hand out to touch his face, he turns on his heel with guilt lingering in his eyes. Back now facing you, he briskly walks away from you and down the wide path that leads off the school grounds, immediately getting lost in the crowds of students that were leaving for the day.

“Taehyung!” You attempted to call out to him, but the hustle and bustle made it nearly impossible for him to hear you. Or so you thought. Unbeknownst to you, he did hear your sorrowful cry of his name, and it made him stop in his tracks. An inward debate was going on between his head and heart on whether or not he should turn around now while he still could or just walk away from possibly the only person in this world that actually gets him. But like you nearly chose many times that day, he fled, like the coward he knows he is.

Left alone, you stood there, staring at where you last saw his figure before he disappeared. You’re not sure if you feel terrible cause you’re upset with his actions or because you hated how he looked so sad and there was nothing you could’ve done to make him feel better. You think about how betrayed he looked when he realized Harper was behind the copycat game, and that tears you up inside even more.

All you can do now is hope he’ll reach out to you when he feels better.

*******

It wouldn’t be until three excruciatingly long days later until he does choose to grace you with his online presence. You’ve been mulling over everything in your head, mindlessly replaying old video games on autopilot just to distract yourself long enough to stop staring at your phone every two seconds or check your computer to see if he was online, he never was. It got to the point that you wanted to rip your own hair out from boredom, and that’s when you knew you needed a welcomed companion in your life that you haven’t seen in a while.

Dialing his number came like second nature, and when his voice answered the phone with a an emotion you haven’t felt or heard in days, you wanted to bawl like a baby from being emotionally starved of human interaction. He could hear the sniffles in your voice enough for it to cause him to panic.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Did someone hurt you? Did he hurt you? I’m on my way right now, just give me a couple hours and–,” he rushed out his response in his usual worried, over protective way that had you lightly laughing, enjoying the feeling of someone being concerned over your well being.

“For the last time, Jungkook, he is not that kind of person. And I’ll explain everything when you get here, okay? I’ll treat you to that favorite ramyeon place you love so much that I promised to take you to for helping me out.” You cleared your throat enough to effectively get rid of the lump that was forming in your throat a second ago, not wanting to further make him worry.

He gave a groan in response, not believing you were fine at all, but took solace in the fact that he’ll be able to get whatever was wrong out of you easier in person than over the phone. So, he would wait. And he would wrack his brain on the train ride over, headphones blasting in his ears to rid of the worst case scenarios that always seemed to want to surface to the front of his mind when it came to you. He couldn’t help it though, it was like it was engrained into his DNA from the moment he met you that he needed to protect you. As much as you hated how overbearing he could be sometimes, you knew he only did it out of love.

“Fine, I’ll meet you there. But please, for all that is holy, can you remember this time to let me know you get there safely?” He pleaded with you in both a desperate and still slightly peeved tone, remembering how upset he got the last time you failed to do the simple task. “I’ll let you know when I’m about to get off the train so you’re not waiting there too long for me, and then you can head out yourself since it’s not far from you, deal?” He demanded, rather than asked, if you’re being honest.

Sighing in resignation, you gave out a ‘yes’, and after exchanging the usual ‘see you later’, you hang up. Looking over at the clock that hung on your wall, you knew you still had a few hours to kill, so you decided to do some doodling in your sketchbook. You weren’t the best at it, but you held your own. Always drawing what randomly came to you in the moment, majority of the time, you realized, it tended to be something that related to Taehyung in some way. It’s like your heart was trying to tell your brain all its hidden desires through you, subconsciously.

Before you knew it, Jungkook was calling you once again to let you know he was about to get off the train. That means it was time for you to get presentable and head out yourself to meet him at the little dive ramyeon bar near your place. Checking to make sure you had everything you needed, you grabbed a light jacket to help block some of the cool, evening air, and began you’re trek into the outside world.

You purchased the two meal tickets outside at the machine, before walking inside to sit at your normal booth. Upon sitting down, you immediately texted Jungkook that you were safely inside and waiting for him. It was only a few minutes later that said male was pushing through the curtain flaps that acted as the doorway into the establishment. With long strides he made it to you in no time. His arms were already outstretched, expecting the hug he knew was to come and that you needed. Standing up yourself, you welcomed the safe, warm, familiar hug of his like it was your lifeline. Cause it was true, for the longest time, he has been your only lifeline in this world, until you met Taehyung.

You did your best to suppress your emotions, but just thinking of his name had you sagging further into Jungkook’s hold, his arms tightening around you in the process as he laid his head comfortably on top of yours. His hands rubbed soothing circles as he let you finally unwind for the first time in three days of no human contact.

It was you who reluctantly pulled away from him to give him a small, but still true smile. He returned the smile in kind, gesturing for you to take a seat before he slid into his own across from you, taking his jacket off in the process to leave it laying next to him on the seat. Rubbing his hands together, he folded them on top of the table and just looked at you. His eyes narrowing over every inch of you to make sure that you were not, in fact, hurt in any way, despite you already telling him otherwise.

Scoffing in mild amusement at his antics, you snapped your fingers in front of his face to make him come out of his rough survey of your well being. You once again, verbally communicated to him that you were good.

“Jungkook, look at me.” You eyed him sternly, voice calm, but soothing at the same time. He flickered his eyes up to meet yours, a shy smile sprouting onto his face at being caught in the act.

You gently placed your small hands over his large ones on the table and gave them a light squeeze.

“Before I begin, I can’t stress enough that Taehyung has never physically hurt me or caused me any bodily harm. He is extremely shy, sweet, caring, and nerdy. He respects both me and my boundaries. And most importantly–,” you zeroed in on him in a way that made him reflexively lean back into the seat in order to create some distance between you and your piercing stare, though he didn’t move his hands in the slightest because he didn’t want to, he knows you would never hurt him. “I like him, Jungkook. I really, really, really, fucking like him and I don’t know what to do with this information.”

Shoulders sagging in relief, he shook his head and chuckled at the reason behind your current dilemma. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly jealous of the male that’s successfully garnered your attention after all these years of it just being him in your life, but he was also happy in the fact that you were no longer afraid of the opposite sex and wanted to be in a relationship. So, he knew, this guy had to be all kinds of extra special. He couldn’t wait to meet him.

“Well, let me ask you this, has he expressed outwardly to you that he likes you back yet?”

The waitress came to set your bowls in front of you, drinks following shortly after. Jungkook hummed in satisfaction as soon as he took his first slurp of noodles. You mimicked his actions and took a slurp of your noodles as well, before using a spoon to get a taste of just the broth by itself. It was heavenly. Closing your eyes for a second to savor the flavor, you opened them again to address Jungkook’s question. He was still devouring his own bowl as you answered.

“Yes, actually. He told me he liked me the same day we met for the first time in person. And then–,” you trailed off nervously, wary of Jungkook’s reaction to your next words.

“–then we kissed.” You immediately took a big gulp of your sake that you ordered for you both to enjoy, hoping it would help ease your nerves, as soon as the words left your mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically, him hitting his chest from the choking he was currently dealing with from the noodles that were halfway in his mouth. Finishing his bite in haste, he grabbed his own drink to chug down in hopes of helping him wash down the noodles that got stuck in his throat at the sudden confession.

“You two kissed already?!” He exclaimed in complete shock, you shushing him harshly from how loud his comment was that seemed to gain the attention of a few fellow ramyeon lovers sitting around you.

“Yes. Now keep it down. Geez!” You hissed at him with embarrassment painted on your face, eyes narrowed at him in anger. Both of you chugged another shot of sake before continuing with the topic of conversation.

“Okay, so. You like him, he likes you. And you both apparently–,” he cringed at the thought, his body shivering in disgust of imagining someone he thought of as a little sister being intimate with the opposite sex, “kissed. Now what’s the problem? Cause I’m not seeing it.”

Taking a few more bites of your noodles to help ease the buzz you were already starting to feel from the shots of sake you took, you opted to push your noodles around with your chopsticks as you got lost in thought.

With tongue in cheek, Jungkook waited patiently for you to gather your thoughts. He poured you both another round of sake, one you mindlessly shot down as soon as he was done pouring. It had his eyebrows raising to his hairline, him never seeing you down so much in such a short amount of time. Normally, you would choose to nurse your shots, not liking the feeling of not being in complete control of your mind and body. Not since that night.

The thought of that night made him reflexively clench his fists in anger that still lingered. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state, his hands all over you as you tried your damndest to get away and push him off you, it made him sick to his stomach. You were lucky that he was there, and he was lucky that you were still sitting in front of him. Especially after the fact that once the cops got a hold of the guy, they confiscated a knife on his body. One that could’ve been used on you if he hadn’t made it in time. He could feel the way his eyes started to water from the emotions that raged in his chest as he subtly wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, hoping you wouldn’t notice. You didn’t, still lost in your own world.

Having finally gathered your thoughts, you tried your best to explain what you were currently feeling in a way that Jungkook might be able to understand as well.

“Like I said, he’s a naturally shy person. I was just as surprised as you were just now when he asked to kiss me that day.” Jungkook lightly clapped and chided in with a ‘kudos to him for asking first’. “And things were going so well, minus a few hiccups of misinterpretation.” You playfully glared at Jungkook who gave you a look of confusion, before you began to explain the situation of both Grace and even Jungkook’s minor disruption.

“Sorry about that, but you know how I am.” He sheepishly, yet genuinely apologized for the chaos he unintentionally caused between you both that day. You waved your hand at him, a gesture of saying it’s now ‘water under the bridge’.

Then you went on to explain what happened with the student, the website, and Taehyung’s reactions. Jungkook ‘hmmed’ and nodded at the appropriate times during your explanation. His own face turning into one of shock when you told him about the copycat game. Him saying he doesn’t blame Taehyung for being so upset, but that it still didn’t give him the right to just ‘leave your ass high and dry’ when it was nearing night time. Now that, he said, he would be losing points for. And getting a stern talking too when he does meet him.

“It’s been three days now since it all happened and he still hasn’t tried contacting me. I’m starting to worry if I somehow did something wrong, or if I could’ve tried talking with him first? But I didn’t want to come off as annoying so I was just trying to let him have his space and–,” you paused your mini rant to take a breath, “I fucking hate feelings, Jungkook. I swear.”

He gave a mock salute to you in solidarity.

“You’re right, y/n. They do suck. But they can also be some of the most amazing sensations you could ever feel throughout your entire life. And that–,” he taps his finger on the table with emphasis, body leaning forward with a face full of warmth, full of love aimed at you only, “–is what makes the fucking world go round.”

“I love you, Jungkook.” You said the words with so much conviction it made his heart swell with joy, knowing you don’t use those words unless you truly mean them.

“I love you too, y/n.” Just like he meant them.

Always.

*******

Jungkook walked you back to the safety of your apartment before taking his leave, declining your invitation for him to just crash on your couch for the night. He was adamant on his decision to head back home to confront some feelings of his own that he’s kept pent up for so long, coming to his own epiphany during your ramyeon and sake filled deep conversation.

Due to Jungkook’s exuberant and dominating presence, you didn’t look at your phone once during the whole meal. It was nice, it was refreshing, it was much needed. Jungkook never failed to be that breath of fresh air that you needed when you became suffocated in your own thoughts and feelings.

Plopping yourself face first on your bed, your eyes closed upon contact of your pillow. Your whole body instantly relaxed on top of the comfort of your goose feathered filled blankets. Sighing in content for the first time in days, you were ready to succumb to sleep when the ping you’ve been waiting for all this time alerted you to a certain someone being online.

You whined with both the need to sleep, but also the need to will your sleep deprived body to get back up off your bed in order to sit yourself in front of the very device that led you to your current state – Taehyung. His alert tone of him signing online played through your room like a majestic, ethereal, siren song. One that had your body mindlessly floating, it felt like, in front of said device as you sat down in the desk chair in front of it. Typing in your password, your computer lit up with life and allowed you access to reply to Taehyung’s message.

Fedoratheexplora is online

Fedoratheexplora is typing…

Fedoratheexplora: Hey 👋🏻

There you are! Are you okay? I know finding out Harper is behind the copycat game was rough. When you didn’t text me I wasn’t sure if I should message you or not. ☹️

Fedoratheexplora: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you so worried, I just needed to be alone.

I understand. And I respect that you needed space, but I wish you had told me instead of just running off without an explanation to me.

Fedoratheexplora: Yeah. I didn’t really think about that…I’m sorry, again. I was an asshole.

You don’t need to apologize. There’s nothing to forgive. ❤️

Just talk to me next time. Please.

Fedoratheexplora: I will. I did have some fun yesterday though. Especially when we hung out behind the bleachers. 😏

Right. Me too. ☺️ So, addressing the elephant in the room…I think we should talk about this copycat game.

Fedoratheexplora: Do we have too? 😩

Yes! Especially now that we know it’s being made by your ex-roommate! We can’t just ignore it anymore. It’s only going to make things worse.

Fedoratheexplora: I guess. I just wish I knew what Harper was up too. I haven’t spoken to them in ages so I can’t tell if they’re doing this on purpose to humiliate me, or if this is just really horrible timing. 😱

It is a coincidence, isn’t it? 🤔

It’s pretty suspicious. Especially since Harper wasn’t much of a bother until now. I mean, what are the odds that Harper’s game is almost the exact same as yours? And then all of a sudden, we know all about it at the same time your game is getting a bunch of attention?? AND it’s got a nice website to promote the game???

Fedoratheexplora: Glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is all weird. 😰

Yeah. I’m with you on this.

Fedoratheexplora: Ugh. This sucks so much. I knew they were working on their own game, but I could never imagine it being so similar. I thought they’d make a version of their own original game from scratch. 😑

In theory, could you sue?

Fedoratheexplora: I don’t think I’d be successful since they also worked on the game a bit while we were still roommates. Also, lawyers are expensive.

True. Lawyers are pretty dang expensive.

Fedoratheexplora: Ughhh. I’m just worried if Harper’s game gets more popular, more people will realize our games are eerily similar.

But you heard the student yesterday, right? He said that your game was cooler than theirs!

Fedoratheexplora: Yeah, but that doesn’t change the fact that both games are so identical. What if people start comparing our games and it becomes a scandal? Or worse?? What if people discover that we fought a lot and it starts up a lot of drama? Y/N, this could ruin everything!

Taehyung, don’t say that!

Fedoratheexplora: But it could! News like this could overshadow any future promotions! Ughhhhhhhh. Why did this have to happen? Just when everything was starting to look up, it gets ruined.

Nothing is ruined. This is just another obstacle. You can’t let it bring you down. I know you can overcome it! You’re a really great and amazing person, and I know your game reflects that. YOU CAN DO THIS! 💪🏻

Fedoratheexplora: I know, you’re right. This isn’t the first problem I’ve encountered while making this game. And it definitely won’t be the last. But I can’t let it get the best of me. I got this! Thank you for reminding me, y/n.

That’s what I’m here for! 😌

The rest of the conversation drifted off into catching up over the past few days. He even took your advice of him taking a day off to regroup and collect himself, doing something out in the world that for once didn’t revolve around his game. He even suggested taking you out on a date to the park. Going so far as to use the word date, instead of ‘hanging out’ or ‘meeting up’.

Of course, you agreed. And immediately set a time for tomorrow to meet up at a park that’s conveniently located halfway between you both. Saying your mutual well wishes of having a good night and good dreams, you both signed off and went straight to sleep.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

*******

Waking up the next morning, you felt like a completely new person with no longer feeling depressed or sleep deprived. Which is why getting dressed this morning was, dare you say, fun? The main reason being why exactly you were getting dressed as if you were going out on a date, cause you were, you reminded yourself throughout your whole morning process of becoming presentable to the world, and more importantly, Taehyung.

Once again, you sought the help of Jungkook in finding an appropriate outfit for your outing to the park. He suggested you wear your one floral dress you owned, your favorite pair of flats, and his used to be favorite cardigan that he wore over to your place and never saw it again under the premise that you ‘lost’ it. He knew better, and called you on your bs, but made sure to let you know that it looked better on you anyways and it was ‘so two years ago’. His own special way of saying you could officially keep it.

You opted to keep your normal, flat, hair. Looking at the weather, though it was going to be sunny, there was also going to be a decent breeze that you know for a fact would ruin any kind of hairstyle you tried to do. So, you decided to go for the natural ‘wind swept’ look, courtesy of Mother Nature.

Gaining confirmation in your body length mirror that you were ready to go, you just had to wait for Taehyung’s text. And as if right on cue, he texted you. Unlocking your phone, you read his message before replying.

Tae Bae: Good morning, gorgeous! Almost ready?

Yessss! I can’t wait to see you again. I’m so excited for our date!! ☺️

Tae Bae: Me too! 😊

Tae Bae: I’m about to head out, so I’ll meet you there!

Sounds good. See you soon!!!

Locking your phone, you grabbed your over the shoulder clutch purse and put your phone, keys, and wallet inside. With all belongings safe and secure, you rushed to the train station, wanting to see Taehyung as soon as possible.

*******

Walking through the gates of the park entrance, you immediately noticed Taehyung in all his beautiful glory waiting for you, sitting on a park bench that was close by. He didn’t notice you right away, however, too busy spreading apart the flowers that were in the bouquet that occupied his hands.

On your way to him you passed numerous other park goers, both alone, in groups, and in pairs. A lot had dogs on leashes that were obediently walking next to their owner’s sides. Strollers were being pushed that housed kids of all ages, from babies to kids that looked almost fully grown. Dedicated to fitness, there was joggers, cyclists, and yoga classes.

The activity the park had this early in the morning blew you away, much like the wind that kept blowing the bottom of your dress up in furls around you. You instantly regretted wearing the dress today, you know you should’ve gone with the shirt and pants combo.

Smoothing the bottom of your dress down with your hands, yet again to prevent an accidental flash of your underwear to innocent park goers, you stopped in front of Taehyung and greeted him with a warm smile.

“Long time no see, stranger.”

His head whipped up to look at you, a wide smile adorning his face as soon as he heard your voice. He missed it so much, missed you so much. Standing up to join you, he extended the flowers out to you with a shaky hand.

“These are for you, I hope you like them. I remembered you mentioning that you preferred lavender roses over red, and the lady at the floral shop added the extra decorative flowers around it based off the lavender color. Or did I completely get it wrong? Oh god. If I did, I’m so sorry–.”

You grabbed the flowers from his hand delicately, admiring their beauty and all the effort not only Taehyung put into them, but also the floral artist. They were simple, yet beautiful. And the exact color that was your favorite. You bit your lip, emotion flowing through you in waves at his sweet gesture.

“Taehyung.” You cut off his rambling, him immediately going silent the moment you spoke his name. He looked at you nervously, you could tell he was just trying his best to make it up to you in one of the only ways he knew how. The fact that he actually listened to you when you talked about what you liked was more than enough for you.

Setting the flowers gently on top of the bench, you turned to look at him once more. His hands were fidgeting nervously in his sleeves that he kept pulling on. His curls blew effortlessly in the breeze that made him look like he came straight out of a magazine with how amazing he looked today, like always. The only difference in his appearance was the long trench coat he wore over his usual cardigan. Your eyes grew soft the longer you stared, making him squirm underneath your intense gaze even more.

“I saw Jungkook recently, we went out for his favorite, Ramyeon. And I need you to understand that Jungkook is my person. Meaning that if I happened to murder someone, he would be the one I would call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. He’s my person. He will always be my person.” You started your own rant, him listening intently. “We had a good, deep, conversation about you, feelings, and exactly how much they suck.” You paused before continuing, his fidgeting only getting worse when you brought up the topic of feelings, knowing his own were about to be laid out to the fullest in years. “But you know what? We both realized that as much as they do suck, there are also days where they’re the best damn thing to ever happen to you.”

Stepping closer to Taehyung, you grabbed his fidgeting hands to hold in your own, smaller ones. His cardigan sleeves so long that they were protruding from the trench coat’s sleeves due to the overflowing length, your hands almost covered as well just by you holding his. It made you grip his hands tighter, breath getting shaky from all the nerves of what you were going to say next. On the way here, Jungkook gave you a small pep talk to encourage you to speak your truth to Taehyung. And that’s exactly what you were about to do.

He could tell your own nerves were hitting you, he could feel the slight shake in your body just from your hands alone. It made his eyebrows furrow in worry, wondering if the very cute cardigan you wore today may not have been enough to keep the breeze away from your body. It didn’t help you were also wearing a dress, he’s sure. The same dress, he noticed, that was dangerously close to revealing what you wore underneath due to the alarmingly and more progressively stronger wind than when he first arrived before you.

Cautiously, he let go of your hands for a moment. The action made you doubtful with continuing your heartfelt confession, believing that he was getting ready to either leave you again or directly turn you down. You didn’t know which one would be worst, only that you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he did either. Tears began to sprout in the creases of your eyes, ready to spill over from rejection.

They immediately dried up the moment you watched Taehyung shrug off his mid calf trench coat and drape it around your shoulders. He gently grabbed the lapels to tug the trench coat closed over your figure, effectively keeping the cold away from your skin, and simultaneously ensuring that you won’t be flashing anyone today. The action only spurred the fire that was already ignited in your soul, the flames coming up to caress your heart with a blazing warmth you’ve never felt in your entire life until now.

It was then that you came to the sudden realization that the reason you couldn’t register what exactly you were feeling, is because you’ve never felt it until now, at least, not in this kind of way.

It was love. But not just love like you know you love Jungkook. No, it wasn’t the familial kind. This was something different. More deep, more scary, yet more exhilarating at the same time. It was like being on a constant whirlwind of a roller coaster ride that you had not intentions of getting off anytime soon. You only hoped Taehyung would be sitting right there beside you on this never ending ride, and not watching you off on the sidelines as your figure blurred right by him.

You were in love with Taehyung.

And that made you scared shitless.

Jungkook didn’t even know this fact, the feeling being so fresh to you, cause you told him everything.

Slipping your arms through the comically larger sleeves that your arms and hands now drowned in, did Taehyung reinitiate your hand holding.

“Sorry, you looked cold. I should’ve asked first–,” his voice came out small, yet you knew he didn’t regret his actions. It made you smile at him reassuringly. An equally as small ‘thank you’ fell from your lips and then you continued with your spiel.

“The body is a slave to its impulses. But the thing that makes us human is what we can control. If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there. Cause knowing is better than wondering. Waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying.”

Tears were flowing freely from the onslaught of emotions that were running through you in tsunami sized waves. Taehyung’s own eyes glistened with tears that were close to falling. Biting his lip, he tried to keep his own feelings at bay until you were done expressing yours, not wanting to miss a second of your raw vulnerability that he knew was rare for you to show. With every word that flew from your lips, they hit him like a soothing, yet enchanting score you would only ever hear in scenes that are scripted for movies. But this was real, this was raw, this wasn’t scripted, this was just you. And he loved it. He loved all of it. He loved you.

He is in love with you.

A swirl of emotions bubbled in his chest as you continued baring your heart to him, you none the wiser to his own epiphany he’s just had, like you did. This was definitely not what he had planned for your date, but he’s learned that things don’t always go to plan, and most of the time, it’s for the better. Like right now.

“I love everything about you. Even the things I don’t like, which isn’t a lot, I love. And I want you with me. I love you and I think you love me too. Do you?” You finished your long, heartfelt, monologue and stared. Just stared straight ahead at his chest that was directly in front of your face. You started counting the individual threads of his cardigan in your head. Anything to help ground you and prolong the agonizing task of looking up into his eyes that you would know held his own truth to your words. And you weren’t yet prepared to know what that truth was.

“Promise that you’ll love me, even when you hate me?”

Those were the only words that came out of his mouth, but they were calm, they were just as raw, they held just as much weight as yours.

Your legs were already shaking from the cold, but now they shook for a whole new reason. One that you didn’t expect at all. It’s like Taehyung was honed into your emotions, noticing every movement of your body, he could tell that you were about to fall and he wanted to let you know he would always be there to catch you.

So when your legs finally buckled from the weight of your confession and now his, you let every single emotion you could feel spread throughout your body and you just succumbed.

His arms immediately encircled around your waist as he was able to drop to his knees before you fully did, holding your entire body weight in his hands in a firm, warm, yet entirely strong and loving embrace. This only fueled your cacophony of emotions ten fold, your only reaction being to sink into his embrace even more, shoving your face in his chest as you now gripped onto his cardigan for dear life.

Realizing you never quite properly answered his question, you gave a loving nudge of your head in his chest and he knew what it meant. A wide smile lit up his face as he laughed through his own tears that fell down his face.

Park goers all the while just passed by in blurs, some ignoring the couple on the cold asphalt, and some looking on while passing by to give a small knowing smile of their own. And for some, they were used to the confessions that seemed to always litter the park on a daily basis, it being a popular spot to do the life changing deed.

“Bad things happen, but you have to move past it. Leave it behind. The sooner, the better. Or it’ll eat away at you and stop you from moving forward. I will not let Harper ruin me, or ruin the chance of us. With you by my side, I know I can get through anything. We don’t get unlimited chances to have the things that we want, and this I know. Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life.”

Finally reigning in your emotions, you were able to actually hear and listen to his words. They were full of love, determination, but also sobering. You could tell with each word he gained more and more confidence, and he was becoming the Taehyung you knew he could be all along. He just needed to find it in himself first.

He could feel you starting to pull away, so he gave you room to do so. Mutually deciding that it was best to get off the cold floor, he helped you up. Believing you were past hand holding, his hands found a new home on your waist. Your own finding a new purpose, hanging loosely around his neck. Your fingertips were softly playing with the curls that were within your reach, causing a pleasurable shiver to run down his entire body. Gently rubbing your waist with his thumbs, he spoke into the negative space between you both as you gazed into each other’s eyes without fear of the future.

“Please don’t give up on me. Promise. Promise me you won’t.” His voice was quiet, pleading, desperate, for your full acceptance of being in his life.

“I promise.” Those two words were enough for him to release your waist and instead cradle your face with his large hands to angle you in a way that the kiss he expertly landed on your awaiting, parted lips, would make your toes curl in your favorite flat shoes. Your body reacting instantly by wanting to just be closer to him, so you listened, pressing the full length of your body into his tall, lanky, yet equally as muscular one with ease, as if your bodies were two puzzle pieces that were always meant to mold together.

Releasing yourselves from the impromptu make out session, you both smiled at one another, still high off the natural euphoria that bloomed within you two from your previous actions.

One more question would fall from his lips to linger in the air for only a second, as your answer would fly from your own lips in an instant, heart soaring to heights you’ve only ever dreamed of, as was the same with his.

“Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

“Hell yes.”

*******

As happy as you were,

you knew Jungkook was about to be happier.

And $50 richer, accompanied with an obnoxious ‘I told you so’ that you can already hear in your head.

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heymrspatel · 3 years ago

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Hi Julissa! Sorry for the delay in delivering your questions, I had a full on day yesterday and it just didn't happen! But happy questions! Here we go:

1) when it comes to excited and hyperbolic forms of expression, are you more about the emoji, or the excessive punctuation?

2) Do you get celebrity crushes or could you give not one single damn about the famous people. If yes, who are we looking respectfully at right now?

3) was there a fictional character who you really badly wanted to be when you were a tween? And if yes, who was it?

😘😀

hi howl! no me! i'm sorry for the delay, because i'm a week late answering these but i WILL answer them because you take the time to send them to us and i will be damned if i let that go to waste!

omg definitely punctuation... too many exclamation marks, too many question marks, too many ellipses. it's quite a problem! it's just all !!!! ?!?!?! ....... all over the place. also a problem? making things all caps. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME IAN?!?!? HE'S JUST SUNSHINE....... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! <- me everyday

i am but a weak soul, so yes, i am afflicted with the odd celebrity crush. some people are just so pretty and then they're kind of funny in interviews or instagram and stuff and i'm like oooh noooo!!! like i had a very long period of loving sebastian stan and his weird instagram videos 😅and omg zendaya?! *sigh* ok i'm shutting up i'm sweating

i know this is not spoken about anymore, unacceptable and such (and i just want to let it be known that i FULLY understand why, i agree, and i'm with you 😖) but it was hermione granger. she was the brightest witch of her age, and i was an awkward girl with frizzy hair that read too many books and she was just great.

i love you, howl! thank you for always being so kind and great and creative with your questions 💙💙💙

#please don't judge me too hard #i'm shy again i'm running away #but ily howl for real for real!#ok bye #howlinchickhowl #question monday #asks

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steppedoffaflight · 4 years ago

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Summer’s a Knife - Chapter 11

Catch up on Chapter 10 here

“You look like you have a fever,” You insist, despite Van’s failure to mention it as a symptom. You reach forward, pressing your palm to his forehead. You don’t really know what a fever feels like, having only dealt with them yourself once or twice, but Van’s skin is noticeably warm under your touch. His flush is further evidence.

“I don’t have a fever,” Van tells you. “I’m hot because I’m layered up under all these blankets. I’m fucking freezing, actually."

“Having the chills is part of having a fever,” You reply.

“Sweating is part of laying here under five blankets for two days.”

The familiar Van stubbornness has reared its head again, and you realize it’s up to you to uncover exactly what’s going on. “Where’s your thermometer?”

Van eyes you wearily. “I don’t have one. I’m fine.” Even as he says it, his teeth chatter with his chills.

Van isn’t feeling well.

Word count: ~7k

Chapter Eleven July 2019

This time after leaving Van, you try to keep enough common sense to remember that you’ll most likely see him soon, unplanned, when you least expect it. He was still in the U.S., after all.

This thought is enough to keep you sane throughout this bout of post-Van hangover, although not enough to cure it. You still mope around slightly, but a fourth of July celebration at Mary and Theo’s brightens your mood significantly. You spend most of the weekend over there too, sunbathing by Mary’s pool, your glass always full of whatever leftover alcohol they had from the barbecue.

And just as you suspected, the following week Van texts to say he’s headed home during his time off. He manages to avoid seeing you right away, citing a nasty cold, but days later he’s still claiming to be sick.

If he’s faking, a possibility you’ve considered, then he’s putting up quite an act. He snapchats you a collection of empty tea mugs that have gathered on his living room coffee table, and the only subject of your texting conversations is how shit he feels and how tired he is. And although it pained you not to see him the second he was in town, you didn’t object to giving him space on Wednesday and Thursday night when he told you that the tickle in his throat he’d started feeling on the plane had escalated, begging you to keep yourself far away from his toxic germs.

But by Friday you’re tired of staying away. Is it really that bad? You text him on your lunch break. Although you realize it came across sort of rude, you were no stranger to how men treated the smallest sniffle as a life-threatening illness. At this point, your exchanges had fizzled out to sporadic hi’s and a constant sorry I was down for a kip from Van. If things were really as bad as he was making them seem, you were less worried about his germs and more worried about him taking care of himself.

Worse, Van sends back. Seems impossible but I feel worse than yesterday

Aw, You send back with a sympathetic frowning emoji. Make sure you have some soup!

Van’s reply worries you: Haven’t had anything today. My throat’s on fire.

At that, you frown to yourself at your desk, your sandwich momentarily forgotten. Is it strep?

You’re relieved that Van stays awake long enough to continue the conversation, rather than dozing off mid-topic like he’s been doing: idk never had it. Had laryngitis before but this isn’t the same. Just a cold with a sore throat pretty sure.

Getting sick isn’t a big deal. Everyone gets sick, you try to tell yourself. But Van’s words have left you uneasy. The thought of him not having a roommate or being on tour with one of the boys around to help him doesn’t sit right with you. He’s being ravaged by these germs alone, and now he’s admitting he can’t even force some food down.

I’m coming by after work, You inform him of your decision.

But Van’s dozed off by then, and he replies hours later just as you’re wrapping up for the day: Okay. His lack of argument worries you more. Van McCann? Not being stubborn for once?

The casual Friday dress code in the office means that you don’t bother to head home and change after work, instead heading directly over to Van’s in your v-neck and jeans.

You know you’re being ridiculous, but an eerie feeling settles over you as you climb out of the car. Nothing looks amiss from the outside of the house, but the fact that you know Van isn’t bouncing around inside, lively and hyper as ever, makes everything feel off.

You don’t even bother to knock, not wanting him to exert himself answering the door. The key is right under the mat like the last time you’d used it, and you roll your eyes at how he’s blatantly ignored your advice to move it. You unlock the door while you juggle the two smoothies you’d picked up on the way: one to calm Van’s throat and get some nutrients in him, and one for yourself.

You can’t help but smile softly at the sight of him bundled up on the couch. Even in this state, it’s a relief to see him again. “Hey.”

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Van croaks. The pain in his throat is audible, and he winces after his words.

You roll your eyes, closing the door and heading over to him. The entire time you approach him he’s ogling you, and you avoid his eyes.

“Is this how you dress for work everyday?” He asks. “I bet everyone at the water cooler drools.”

“We don’t have a water cooler,” You laugh him off. “And you’re delirious. You’ve seen me in jeans and a t-shirt!”

Technically, you understand what he’s saying. Although you went casual with your top and pants, you made it workplace-friendly by pairing it with some heels, which Van’s only seen you in at Lou’s birthday party. And although you’ve styled your hair and makeup how you typically do for work, you don’t usually put in so much effort for your hangouts with Van unless you two have something planned.

Once you sit down on the couch by Van’s feet you shimmy your heels off, tucking them under the coffee table for safe keeping.

“So,” You start, setting the smoothies down and turning your focus to him, “What’s going on, exactly?”

Taking a closer look at him tells you he’s worse off than he’s been revealing. He’s really only a head, the rest of him buried under a mound of blankets. There’s a slick sheen of oil and sweat over his skin, his cheeks flushed with what looks like a fever. And whatever he’s sick with has clearly worn him down; he hasn’t showered, evident from the grease plaguing the roots of his hair and the most stubble you’ve ever seen on his jaw. There’s dark bags under his eyes, more prominent than the ones that are usually there after his sleepless nights.

Van goes through the timeline of this cold with you, but even when he’s done you’re eyeing him suspiciously.

“I don’t have a fever,” Van tells you. “I’m hot because I’m layered up under all these blankets. I’m fucking freezing, actually."

“Having the chills is part of having a fever,” You reply.

“Sweating is part of laying here under five blankets for two days.”

The familiar Van stubbornness has reared its head again, and you realize it’s up to you to uncover exactly what’s going on. “Where’s your thermometer?”

Van eyes you wearily. “I don’t have one. I’m fine.” Even as he says it, his teeth chatter with his chills.

You suddenly turn to his smoothie, melting away next to all his empty mugs. “Have some of this, at least. You need something in your system.”

You hand it over to him after he drudges one of his arms out from the blankets. You’re alarmed to see he’s in a crewneck, sweat stains clearly visible at the collar and the fold of his armpit. But you keep quiet, not wanting to distract him from the task at hand.

Van doesn’t back down from your challenge, and makes stubborn eye contact with you as he sucks from his straw. You watch him take one, two, three sips of smoothie, wincing the entire time, before he has to stop, his face clearly contorted in pain.

“Feels nice,” He admits, and manages to take one other minuscule sip before his discomfort wins out and he has to set his cup back on the coffee table.

“But your throat hurts.” It’s not a question, but Van gives you a small nod of confirmation.

At his nod you fish your phone out of your purse, which you’d set down by your feet. You flick the flashlight on, getting up from your spot by his feet and hovering over his head.

“Lemme see,” You murmur, and surprisingly Van lets you, opening his mouth for you to look into. “Your tongue’s in the way.”

Van settles his tongue behind his bottom teeth, revealing inflamed, blood red tonsils that are clearly infected with pus.

“You’ve got strep,” You say, clicking your phone light off. Van closes his mouth.

“What makes you say that?”

“Um, that you have all the symptoms of it?” You start to tick them off of your fingers, Van looking more displeased with each one.

“I don’t have a fever,” He argues when you’ve rattled off that one.

“You do. You’re burning up.”

“Not from a fever. But anyway,” He sighs, shuffling his arm back into his burrow of blankets, and nestling in tighter. “M’gonna get some rest.”

“You definitely need it. But c’mon.” You start to rise from your seat, ready to take on the task of getting Van ready for the hospital.

Van has his eyes closed peacefully, but at your stirring he squints at you through his lashes. “C’mon what?”

You blink at him. “What do you mean? You’ve got to go to the hospital!”

Van seems appalled at the suggestion. “The hospital! For a sore throat?”

“For strep!”

Van shakes his head. “I’m not going to the fucking hospital! It’s probably already run its course!”

“Run its course?” You fight to keep your voice down, noticing how close you are to shouting. “Your fever hasn’t even broken!”

He refuses to argue, instead settling back into his blankets, blatantly ignoring your suggestion that he get up.

“I’ll go get you some fresh clothes.”

Van shrugs. “Do what you want, m’not fucking going.”

You sigh in frustration. “Why?”

“I don’t need to.”

You take a deep breath, try to remember that he’s got a good excuse for being so difficult, and head up to his bedroom for the clothes.

When you’ve returned to the living room with a clean crewneck, sweatpants, and a damp cloth to clean his face with, he’s eyeing you from the couch.

“I got you something warm.” You set the clothes down on top of his blankets, and turn to him with the cloth. “Let me clean you up.”

“I don’t need to be cleaned up,” Van mumbles, but he still lets you cup his jaw, turning his head towards you so that you can wipe the grime and oil from his skin.

“Why are you acting like this?” You keep your voice soft. “Don’t you want to feel better?” You try to think of something else to convince him, and then a lightbulb goes off in your mind. “It’ll take you too long to fight it off without antibiotics. You won’t be able to sing.”

He stays silent as you finish massaging the cloth over his cheeks. “I don’t like hospitals,” He grumbles at last.

“You don’t see a doctor on tour? Especially for your throat?”

“I do,” Van tells you, blinking his eyes open now that you’re done wiping him off. “I get vocal cord checkups.”

“Then what’s the problem? I don’t understand.”

Van rolls his eyes. “Checkups are fine, I don’t like hospitals. And I fucking hate American hospitals.”

At his words all of the pieces click together. You’d failed to realize that he obviously grew up with a different healthcare system. “Oh.”

“Have you ever been in an ER?” You decide to ask, suddenly lost at what to do. Did he even have insurance?

“Yes, but it was always on tour. Someone from the team went with me.”

“Right.” You chew over his words. If he’s been before, then surely he must have insurance. Unless this ever-present ‘team’ somehow paid medical bills out of pocket. The more Van described their constant assistance, the more you wondered how he managed to live alone. “Can you, like, call them?”

“I can,” Van nods. “But it’s a hassle. Which is why I’m wondering if this is all necessary.”

You knew that it was. But Van made a convincing argument for letting him hunker down and fight this off himself. You only let yourself consider it for a flash of a second before you sigh. “You really need antibiotics.”

Van trusts your judgement, because he sighs before extending his arm, grasping for his phone on the table.

There’s not much for you to do until the insurance matter is sorted, and while you stand there idly your stomach growls.

“I’m gonna make something to eat,” You whisper as he presses the phone to his ear, settling in to start asking questions. “Do you want anything?”

He shakes his head, shifting his phone to his other ear so that he can reach for his smoothie. You look away, not wanting to see him struggle to swallow it.

Being out on tour means there’s almost nothing viable in the fridge again, but you make do with scrambling a few eggs and popping some bread in the toaster. Van calls your name as you’re seated at the kitchen island, almost done scarfing down your food. You swallow your forkful of eggs down and head back into the living room.

“My manager sent me this.” He holds his phone out from the back of the couch so that you can look over what’s on the screen. There’s multiple photos in the texting thread, different types of insurance paperwork and numbers the hospital can call.

“Will that work?” He coughs as you skim over them.

“I mean, hopefully,” You’re clueless about what you’re looking at, handing the phone back over. Van looks discouraged.

“It’ll be fine,” You hurry to reassure him. “As long as they’ve got something to go on. They can even call your manager later if they have questions.”

That seems to soothe him slightly. He nods. “She told me to make sure to bring my passport, too.”

The next half hour involves Van rattling off various things that he needs, and you climbing the stairs to the bedroom repeatedly to go get them. Soon you’re out of breath, your legs feel like jelly, and you collapse onto the couch next to a freshly-dressed Van, although he’d been too weak to shower.

“Oh, fuck,” Looking down at your bare feet suddenly, you realize that you’ll have to put your heels back on.

“I don’t wanna wear my heels,” You pout, turning to Van. “Do you have anything?”

“That would fit you? Only hotel slippers. Maybe. If I haven’t thrown them out.”

You groan.

“What’s the problem with the heels?” Van asks.

“They’re uncomfortable!” You complain, but without any other options you start to slip them on.

“You look good in them. They make me feel better, and that’s what’s important,” Van jokes. You scoff at him, envious of his well-worn converse.

Your worries flare up as you and Van head to the Range Rover. He’s wobbly on his feet, and visibly exhausted from the short walk out the front door and into the passenger seat. He’s still shivering with chills, and sweat has already started to bead on his freshly-wiped skin. You’ve never been this sick and not had someone around to take care of you. What would Van have done if you two weren’t friends? Is there another girl in L.A. that could’ve taken your place? Were the boys simply not in L.A., or was Van trying to fool them into believing he was healthy, too?

“Are any of the boys in L.A.?” You decide to ask as you’re waiting for the gate to swing open.

Van shakes his head, rubbing his upper arms through his sweater. “They’re all across the pond.”

“So you were supposed to suffer all alone?”

Van snickers at that. “I’m actually the definition of perfect health right now, thank you very much.” When your own laughter dies down, he shrugs. “Thankfully I have you.”

“But what if you didn’t?” You press. “What if we didn’t know each other?”

The question hangs in a brief, thoughtful silence.

“Suppose I wouldn’t have bothered to come to L.A. in the first place. Would’ve just flown across the pond with them.”

You blink back your shock at his declaration. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

You can’t think of a good response, and you two decide to sit in a comfortable silence the rest of the drive.

You’d thought about taking Van to one of the local urgent cares, but in the end the hospital is the most viable option. There are plenty of urgent cares on the streets of L.A., not all of them trustworthy, and they’re usually picky about what insurance providers they accept. But Cedars Sinai is only ten minutes away from his place, and you’ve never had insurance issues the few times you’ve been there.

It takes a while to find a parking spot, especially with the size of the Range Rover.

“Parking this thing is the hardest part of driving it,” You complain, as if this isn’t his car. “I miss my narrow little car.”

“Really? Never bothers me. Guess I’m used to bigger cars, though. We used to haul our equipment around in one of those white vans. That was a hassle to park. Speaking of your car,” He says as he unbuckles, “How is the insurance stuff going?”

You roll your eyes. There’s been an ongoing fiasco involving the other woman’s insurance and their reluctance to declare her at fault, and therefore cover the damages to your car. Your own insurance company assured you it was being handled, but apparently it wasn’t happening very promptly. “Same as always,” You tell Van. “I call them, they say they’re doing the paperwork, whatever.”

To Van’s credit he rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness, as if he’s ever been in a situation where he was desperate for money that was being held hostage by paperwork.

As you two start the walk across the pavement to the hospital, you suddenly become nervous about the distance. The Range Rover is nestled about as far away as you can be, the grass that borders the outside edge of the parking lots only a few spaces away. You slow down, and in turn Van slows to see what’s causing the hold up.

“Is this walk too far?” You ask him, gesturing behind you to the car. “I can grab a wheelchair if you want.”

You watch Van’s face scrunch in confusion before it relaxes in understanding. His eyes soften.

He shakes his head before flashing you a smile. “I’m not dying. I don’t need a wheelchair.” He holds his hand out for you to hold. “C’mon.”

You pause for a moment before taking the few strides to close the space between you two, taking his hand. He swings it back and forth as you two approach the building. Buildings, really; Cedars Sinai is a huge medical center, a cluster of glossy glass towers that loom over everything in the vicinity. It looked like it’s own city compared to the simple cement hospitals of your hometown.

As always in L.A., everything is a bustle of activity. Van doesn’t drop your hand when you two enter through the sliding glass doors of the emergency department, although you expected him to. Your fingers stay intertwined until you approach the emergency desk, when Van releases you so that he can tap his fingertips nervously on the cool white marble of the counter.

The woman at the desk takes a moment to type at her computer, still processing something from the family with a crying toddler you’d just seen her send back to start being looked over. When she’s done typing, she swivels away from her computer, looking over the two of you. “What brings you to Cedars Sinai today?”

“I, um,” Van coughs into the elbow of his crewneck. “I’m not feeling well,” He manages through the coughing fit.

“I think he’s got strep,” You interject, knowing she’s waiting for more information. “And a bad fever.”

You see Van’s shoulders tense, but he stays quiet, his cough quieting.

The woman rolls back to face her computer, starting to type. “What’s your first name?”

You open your mouth, the V rolling off of your tongue when Van cuts you off: “Ryan. Last name McCann,” He supplies. “Two n’s.”

You close your mouth, shocked by this information. His name wasn’t Van?

You let Van go through the rest of the check in process on his own. Soon the woman has printed out some paperwork and stands from her seat, gesturing for you two to follow her as she emerges from behind the desk. The wall behind her is lined with glass doors, each one leading to a small holding area for patients. Van is lead to a door with a 6 on the plaque next to it. In room 5 you can see the family that had been in line before you.

She slides the glass door open, gesturing both of you inside. Van takes a seat on the bed while you sit down on one of the family chairs.

“I’ve got this for you…” She mutters, and Van holds his arm out as she snaps a hospital bracelet around his wrist. “A nurse will be with you shortly,” She assures him, giving you both a nod and a smile as she leaves the clipboard with Van’s paperwork, closing the sliding door behind her.

You look around at the space. “This place is so fancy,” You sigh. An individual little room for every single patient waiting on the triage nurse? You had grown up accustomed to curtained off beds. Plus, Cedars Sinai had just remodeled, evident in the shiny new equipment surrounding Van’s bed.

“It is. Got my own little room here. It’s pretty quiet. Might take a nap.”

“Don’t,” You pout. “I’ll be bored.” You stand up to drag your chair next to the head of the hospital bed, away from where you’re awkwardly sitting by the door.

Once you’ve plopped down, elbows resting comfortably on Van’s mattress, you hold your hands out. “Lemme see your bracelet.”

You expect his right arm to move, but he shows you his left wrist, crossing his arm over his chest to do so.

Your eyes widen in realization as you take the stiff plastic between your fingers for a closer look. “You’re left handed?” You basically shout.

Van nods, laughing at your reaction. “What’s the big deal?”

“Nothing, I guess. What else don’t I know about you? You’re left handed, your name is fucking Ryan-”

“I told you my name was Ryan the night I met you!” Van argues.

“No you didn’t! You said Van, like Van Morrison!”

“I said people call me Van! I said Ryan and Mary did some sort of ‘ugh’ thing!”

Mentioning Mary’s reaction does spark a dim memory in the back of your mind. “Okay, whatever,” You surrender. “I was tipsy. I don’t remember. So is Van like, your stage name?”

“No,” Van laughs. “My dad started calling me Van when I was a baby. It just stuck. Nobody calls me Ryan except my mum sometimes.”

“So I shouldn’t be moaning Ryan when we’re having sex?”

If looks could kill, you would drop dead from the glare Van sends your way. “Absolutely not. Never. Ugh.”

You laugh at his seriousness, letting him have his arm back. “What else don’t I know about you?” You hum, considering. Quite a few questions come up, but none of them lighthearted to ask him at this moment.

As silence lapses over you the door slides open, a nurse entering. She’s rolling a computer with her, clicking away at things.

“Hi Ryan!” Her voice oozes the kind of practiced patience earned from working with difficult patients all day. “It says here you’re not feeling well.” She’s looking over the clipboard left by the woman at the front desk.

You scoot your chair away from the bed so the nurse can take his vitals, making small talk as she enters the numbers into the computer.

“Definitely running a fever,” She hums when she retrieves the thermometer from under Van’s tongue. “101 degrees, no wonder you’ve got the chills!”

Van looks to you in concern, but you’re too busy giving him your most innocent told-you-so smile.

The nurse peeks in Van’s throat, marveling at the clear infection that you’d seen, and then procures a folded up hospital gown which she hands over to him. “Get changed into that, and the doctor will be in to see you soon!” She instructs him cheerfully before swiftly moving on to see the next patient.

When you two are alone again, Van turns to you. “What’s 101 degrees?”

“Uh, your temperature,” You tell him smugly, vindicated.

Van rolls his eyes. “I’m aware. I mean what is that in Celsius?”

Shit. Right. Of course Van doesn’t understand Fahrenheit. You unlock your phone, googling it for him. “Normal body temperature is 37 degrees, you’re at 38.7.”

Van cringes at this, realizing how how right you were.

He shuffles around on the bed, standing up. “Will you pull the curtains closed?” He requests, starting to tug his crewneck over his head. You oblige, shielding him from the people bustling past triage.

“Do I keep my pants on?” He asks you once he’s stripped down to his briefs. You nod, and after he’s tugged the thin fabric of the gown over his front he turns around for you to tie it closed in the back.

You notice he’s still got his necklace on. “Do you always wear that thing?” You ask him as you tie the strings as tight as they’ll go. You can still see Van’s briefs at every slight movement, but it’s the best you can do. He sits back down on the bed, and you lower back into your chair.

“This?” Van pulls the thin gold chain out from underneath his gown, craning his neck to marvel down at the charm on it. “Yeah, I never take it off.”

“What is it? I don’t know that about you either!”

“It’s an heirloom sort of thing. My dad…”

Van trails off as the door slides open again, the same nurse that had just spoken to him coming back in.

“Long time no see,” She jokes, smiling at both of you in greeting. “The doctor will be by soon, but in the meantime…” She clicks a few things on her computer before continuing. “I was looking over your information, and there are a few things flagged here.”

She steps more fully into the room, rolling the computer with her, before sliding the door closed. You feel yourself tense, sure that it’s time to address the insurance issue.

“It looks like there’s nothing to worry about, and I’m sure your strep test will most likely come out positive, but most of the symptoms you have actually overlap with some common STIs,” She tells Van. “And since we don’t have any record of you as a Cedars Sinai patient, we don’t have a sexual health screening in the system for you. Have you had one recently?”

Van’s eyes flicker towards the ceiling as he tries to remember. “It’s been well over a year. Maybe two, actually.”

“Okay. Have you had any unprotected sex or been with multiple partners in that time?”

Van nods, and you try to decipher what applies to him. The multiple partners, obviously, but what about being unprotected?

The nurse clicks at a few things before turning to Van again. “Would you like a sexual health screening? It’s just some questions and then we’ll get a urine sample from you. It’s totally optional, but it’s quick and we always recommend one.”

Van considers her offer. “How long do the results take?”

“They’re very quick,” The nurse assures him. “Considering you’ll have to wait for the strep swab results, I’ll have the results before you leave tonight.”

Van nods at that. “Yeah, alright. We can do that. Why not?”

“Good choice,” The nurse beams at him. “Now, if Mr. McCann could get some privacy…”

You start to rise from your seat, ready to step out at the nurse’s instruction, but Van gestures for you to sit down again.

“She’s fine,” He insists, and you hesitate before slowly lowering yourself back down. “I don’t mind.”

The nurse looks between you two, but with Van’s permission she continues on like normal. “Okay, let me pull up the questions…”

She comes closer to his bed, preparing to start interrogating him. “Did your last screening come out clear?” She asks first.

You feel yourself holding your breath for Van’s response.

“Yeah,” He says.

“Alright, so these questions are asking about your sexual health and practices since your last screening. No need to worry about anything before it.”

“Got it,” Van nods.

From there she starts to cycle through questions. The ones in the beginning are simple enough. Has Van been sexually active with someone that he knows had, or has since been diagnosed with HIV or AIDS? Chlamydia, gonorrhea, herpes, HPV? The list goes on, but to all of them Van says no. You feel yourself relax slightly.

Then the questions circle back to him. Has he ever had a sexually transmitted infection? When he says no, you feel your shoulders droop in relief.

“Are you currently sexually active?” The nurse hasn’t really been looking at Van, most likely to make things less awkward. She’s more preoccupied with entering his answers into the system.

“I am,” Van tells her. The telltale click of the mouse recording his response.

“Are you having anal sex?”

“No.”

“Vaginal sex?”

“Yes.”

“What about oral sex?”

“Yes.”

You don’t know how Van’s keeping himself so composed. Maybe it’s the fact that those answers apply things you’ve done together, your sex life being examined in tandem with his, that has you blushing in your seat. You cross your legs, hoping you seem less embarrassed than you feel.

“Has the vaginal sex been unprotected?”

“Um. Occasionally,” Van tells her. You bristle.

“And what about the oral sex? Unprotected?”

“Yeah.”

You know it exists, but it feels strange to worry about protection for head. But now that the nurse brings it up, you feel sort of stupid. If you were so worried about Van’s dick that you wouldn’t have sex without a condom, why would you also put it in your mouth? Especially when he’d just confessed to having unprotected sex. You try not to think of the other girl- or girls- he’s doing that with.

“Almost done,” The nurse tells him. The lights from the computer flicker as she scrolls. “How many partners are you sexually active with currently?”

“Uh, just one.”

It’s the first time Van hasn’t answered with his usual nonchalance. You avoid looking at him, instead focusing on the nurse. Just one?

“And has that partner had a sexual health screening?”

“Uh…” Van trails off, the blood draining from your face. He turns to look at you. “Have you?”

You sit there in a mortified silence for a moment before you clear your throat. “Yes.”

“And was it clear?”

“Yes.”

“Wonderful,” The nurse pulls away from her computer screen, smiling at you both. There’s the hum of the printer on the cart, and she looks through the cupboards before retrieving a cup for his urine sample, carefully sticking a label to it.

“I’ll have you use the restroom in this,” She hands Van the cup, “And as soon as you come back I’ll take it from you and get started getting those results.”

Van shuffles out of bed, self-consciously using one of his hands to clasp the back of his gown, trying to keep it from opening. He takes the cup in the other hand and offers you a small smile as the nurse tells him where to round the corner to the restroom.

While he’s gone you try to look busy on your phone, attempting to avoid any small talk with the nurse. She doesn’t seem to mind, jotting down a few things on Van’s clipboard.

When he returns there’s a palpable relief at his presence. He sheepishly offers up the cup of urine to the nurse before returning to the bed. There’s a polite exchange of goodbyes before she hurries along, promising to return with the results.

Alone, the silence is thick between you two. You’re still mentally running through any of Van’s answers that you can recall and trying to calm your embarrassment at having to pipe up during his exam.

When the silence doesn’t break, Van finally sighs. “Have I done something?”

You meet his gaze, alarmed. “No.”

Because technically, he hasn’t. You can’t exactly get upset that he answered the questions truthfully. Plus, being allowed to know the answers at all was a massive privilege.

“You’re being weird,” Van insists. “It’s because of the unprotected sex thing, isn’t it?”

You sigh, caught. “I mean… Yeah.”

Van goes quiet, and you hurry to fill the space. “I mean, like, you don’t have to justify your answers to me. It’s not like that. I just-”

“It was only a couple of times, with that ex I never got along with.”

It’s nice to have clarity, but frustrating that you feel like you’ve pressured Van into it. “Listen, you really don’t-”

“Will you listen to me?” Van snaps, keeping his voice low. You go quiet.

“I don’t have a problem with you being curious about the shit I’ve said. If I didn’t want you to know about it I would’ve made you leave. If you want to know something, just ask.” He frowns slightly. “I mean, I always answer the shit you ask me. So don’t go all quiet on me, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.” You agree. Then, after a pause: “So when you said you were only sleeping with one person right now-”

With one dubious look Van’s shut you down. You know instantly it’s you. All the worrying over this possible London girlfriend, or someone else hanging around in L.A. can finally be put to rest.

You laugh at his expression. “Okay, I get it. I’m done.”

Van laughs along with you. “Oh, fuck, your face when I had to ask you about your results.”

“Please shut up,” You groan, not wanting to relive the moment. “That was so awkward. I hate you.”

It’s an hour and a half wait for the doctor, who takes one look at Van’s throat and decides to test for strep. Van takes it like a champ, his hand clenching the metal rail of his hospital bed so hard you can see his knuckles go white. When the swab is finally pulled from the back of his throat he launches into a coughing fit, sputtering.

The doctor’s gone almost as quick as he came, letting Van know he’ll be back when the rapid test results are ready.

The nurse that had accompanied the doctor and fetched the test- a different one from the woman who’d conducted Van’s sexual health screening- lags behind for a moment to fill a small styrofoam cup with water and offer it over to Van. He takes it gratefully, and once he’s settled again she leaves, too.

Once you two are alone you reach for Van’s hand, resting limply against his mattress. You know it probably seems strange for you to be so affectionate, but considering all the other lovey impulses you repress around him, you don’t feel bad allowing yourself this.

Van gives you a confused smile, but links his fingers with yours. He goes to set his cup of water aside, but there’s nowhere to put it. You have to separate your hands when he offers it to you.

“Can you set this somewhere?” He requests. There’s no surface available to you, either, so you settle on putting it down on the floor.

Van seems amused at this. “Thanks,” He still says.

You resume holding his hand. “Did it hurt?” You ask him.

Van shrugs with one shoulder. “I mean, not too bad. It’s a mix of an awful tickle and a little bit of a jab. Sort of like pressing your toothbrush too far back. Weird, s’all.”

You’re thinking back on his white knuckles gripping the rail. Van must see the worry that crosses your face because he snaps you out of it. “What?”

“Hm?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“Oh. It seemed like it hurt. You were gripping this hard.” You brush the back of his hand against the metal.

“Well, yeah. The reflex, you know. I mean, I’m sure you get it when you…” He trails off, unsure of how to word it. He pauses, licks his lips, and continues. “Something in your throat like that, you want to pull away from it.”

You’re aware of what he’s referring to, and nod in understanding.

There’s more restless waiting, both of you becoming antsy to go home and get some rest. You both jump to attention at the noise of the door sliding open, but it’s the nurse from the screening.

“Alright, we’ve got some results here for a Mr. Ryan McCann,” The nurse double checks the paperwork before thrusting it out to Van. “And it’s all good news. Clean as a whistle.”

At her expression Van beams, his dimples coming through. “Thank you very much,” He tells her as he takes the papers, looking them over.

You find yourself smiling too, watching the nurse clearly become charmed by his gratitude. She’s still smiling slightly as she heads out, wishing both of you a good night on her way.

“Look at that,” Van marvels, playfully hitting your arm with the papers. You snatch them from him just to surprise him.

“Hey!” He jokes, reaching for them halfheartedly. “Those are confidential!”

You look them over for yourself. “Was there ever any doubt?” You tease.

“Does it matter?” Van laughs. “I could be celibate for a year and still worry I’m gonna have HIV.”

You let out a belly laugh at that. “That’s how it feels taking pregnancy tests.”

“Yeah, have you taken many of those?” His question sounds borderline serious, but he’s still smiling.

You huff, rolling your eyes. “I meant at the doctors. They almost always have you pee.”

As Van opens his mouth to respond, he’s interrupted by the door sliding open, the doctor returning with the results.

With no surprise, the strep swab comes back positive.

When the insurance matter comes up, everyone scratches their heads at Van’s photos but somehow things work out. The nurses stop asking you two questions when they realize you have no idea what the papers mean, either, and instead carry Van’s phone back to the woman at the desk to get her input on it. There’s another short wait while the doctor goes over Van’s antibiotic schedule, and then you two wait for the discharge paperwork and for the hospital pharmacy to fill the prescriptions, but by 9:30 you two are finally back in the car, headed to your place.

“Do you just want me to run in and change?” You ask him as you pull up to your place. You hover your hand over the key in the ignition, not sure if Van wants to wait here and you should leave the car running for him.

“I mean, we could stay here…” Van suggests hesitantly. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

You shake your head in amusement at his hesitation, shutting the car off. “What is it about you and coming to my place?”

“What about it?”

“You get so strange!” You exclaim, laughing. “You start going ‘um… if it’s okay. If it doesn’t bother you. If you want.’” Your imitation of his accent is getting better by the day.

Van shakes his head at you, reaching to unlock his door. “I don’t know who you’ve got over or what you’re doing this weekend! I’m trying to be polite, but fuck me I guess!”

You know he’s joking, even though he keeps his voice serious. “I didn’t say you could stay all weekend,” You correct him. “You have to leave tomorrow, actually. I’ve got a date.”

It’s sort of sadistic the way your heart lights up with joy at the way you watch hurt cross over Van’s features, before he looks over at you and realizes you’re joking. You giggle in his face as you unlock the front door, taking advantage of his sickened state to hold the door for him, for once.

“I’m kidding,” You sing song, poking his back as you follow him into the house. “You’re definitely staying all weekend so I can watch over you. No more suffering alone for you.”

It takes Van a few minutes to stop pouting over your joke, but once you’ve gotten him settled into your bed with a glass of ice water and his first dose of antibiotics, all is forgotten. He’s out like a light, exhausted from his hospital visit, but you lay next to him wide awake, listening to him snore.

In the darkness of your room you overthink yourself to death.

Everything with Van was so frustrating! Were you misreading the conversation you two had on the way to the hospital, or had Van literally admitted he only came back to L.A. for you? And if he wants this thing between you two to be casual, why did he lay out his sexual history for you? He even admitted that he’s only been sleeping with you!

In the end, you think maybe he just doesn’t have the romantic spark for you. He’s even told you that it’s been years since he’s been in love, so it makes sense. It hurts your stomach to think about the day when he’ll find someone that he’s got that chemistry with, and will inevitably end things with you. But for tonight, you remind yourself, he’s in your bed, and that would have to be good enough.

#summer's a knife #van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann fanfiction #van mccann fic #vanfic #catb #catb fic #enjoy!

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flowrxchild · 4 years ago

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⭐️Dig A Little Deeper⭐️

I was tagged by the lovely @juvinadelgreko a while ago, ty my love!

Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?: Blue for school/studying cuz it helps me remember but black every other time

Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?: It’s so weird I always thought I had to be a city person cuz I was born and raised in a giant one, but the older I get the more I kinda hate it lol I just want some peace and quiet so country

If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?: I’d love to learn a new language like Italian or even sign language!

Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar?: Yes...probably too much

What was your favorite book as a child?: Was a big Percy Jackson kid! I truly was the greek mythology kid hahsgags

Do you prefer baths or showers?: Showers because of practicality but I do enjoy a nice bath once and a while

If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be?: It would absolutely SLAP to be a fairy or a nymph!

Paper or electronic books?: Paper 100%

What is your favorite item of clothing?: Just got a new flowery-kinda-70s halter that’s so cute and ties at the waist and I’m obsessed with it

Do you like your name?: Ya I guess lol I’ve never loved or hated it (Rickys my nickname but my full name is Erika)

Who is a mentor to you?: I have a close friend of my family who’s super cool and she’s really cheers me on with pursuing the arts and she’s a spiritual healer so I always go to her for advice, just super kind and such a cool mother figure to me!

Would you like to be famous?: Not really I don’t think

Are you a restless sleeper?: Lol yes I move around so much when I eventually do fall asleep :/

Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person?: Ideally, I try but I’m so awkward so it probably doesn’t come across that way lmaoo

Which element best represents you?: Earth!

Who do you want to be closer with?: My tumblr friends! I’m so bad at messaging people cuz I’m kinda shy but everyone’s so nice here and i wish I knew my friends and mutuals on here better <3

Do you miss someone at the moment?: Yup my friends! I havnt really seen them much cuz of the virus plus some are away working for the summer so it feels so weird not seeing them everyday like most summers :(

Tell us about an early childhood memory: My very earliest memory that I can think back to was when I was probably 2 or 3 and I was camping with my parents before my little sister was born. Just being a little wild child running around in the woods!

What is the strangest thing you’ve ever eaten?: Honestly, I don’t really even know?? Probably some kind of weird combination of something while I was fried lmaoo

What are you most thankful for?: My family! They’ve always been supportive of me even despite me being the problem child™️ and causing probably many headaches lol

Have you ever met anyone famous?: I met Dallas Green (City and Colour) once when I was downtown in my city and he was really nice!

Do you keep a journal or diary?: I do! Just mostly for writing down thoughts and such

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?: Pen definitely

What’s your star sign?: Capricorn Sun :-)

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?: Definitely on the crunchy side

What would you want your legacy to be?: I want to be remembered as being really kind and selfless over anything else.

Do you like reading? What was the last book you read?: I love to read but I have really bad concentration problems so I don’t as much as I’d like :( I’m in the middle of reading a self help book called Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff but Richard Carlson

How do you show someone you love them?: I love remembering my loved ones’ favourite things so that I can send/buy them stuff in relation to that or even just being able to reference their fave stuff brings me so much joy!

Do you like ice in your drinks?: Yes!

What are you afraid of?: The unknown mostly...and spiders lol

What is your favourite scent?: I love warm and spicy smells like vanilla and sage! Or the smell of a campfire!

Do you address older people by their name or their surname?: It honestly depends on my relationship to them or situation

If money was not a factor, how would your life be?: I’d definitely be less stressed about a lot of things lol

Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean?: I don’t have any oceans near me where I live, but I do like swimming in the lake more than a pool!

What would you do if you found 50$ on the ground?: I’d see if it belonged to anyone in the area first and then keep it if not!

Have you ever seen a shooting star?: I have a couple times! I always see them when I’m camping and I literally thought I was hallucinating each time it’s so crazy

What is one thing you want to teach your children?: The importance and power of empathy in everything you do. Being able to separate yourself from judgment and treat people with the respect and kindness you’d expect for yourself is really important to me.

If you had to get a tattoo right now, what and where would it be?: Ou this is tough cuz I’m really indecisive lol but probably a sprig of wildflowers or something on the back of my upper arm?

What can you hear now?: My bedroom fan! White noise fandom who up? 😌✊🏻

Where do you feel the safest?: Also my bedroom or just at home :)

What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?: My struggle with anxiety and depression. This past year has been really tough for me and I’m making progress to better myself but it’s still an ongoing thing that changes day to day. We out here growing

If you could travel back in time to any era what would it be?: u already knowww Late 60s/70s

What is your most used emoji?: ❤️

Describe yourself using one word: easy-going :) that’s kinda two but 🤫

What do you regret the most?: Letting my fears and anxiety get in the way of my decisions...there’s a lot of crap I’ve missed out on cuz I got the hibbie jeebies over everything :(

Last movie I saw?: I’m in the middle of watching Paris, Texas I like it a lot so far

Last TV show you watched?: ATLAB

Invent a word and it’s meaning?: This is my moment ok so in hs I used to refer to feeling shaky or nervous as feeling ‘shivery’ (like that makes total sense right?! Like when u cant stop shaking or shivering = shivery) and one time someone said ‘that’s not even a word’ so you know what kid from my hs? It is now.

I’d love to tag @satingrass-maidensfair @onevisionanthem @dramaticjupiter @annatheism @sunshinesinhereyes @spreadthecurse @lazingonsunday @that-glassbottomed-ego @love-philautia if u wanna ❤️🌼

#tag game #about me #ty<3

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by a7xbabii

Do you use e-mail often? I don’t send any, but I check my mail daily (sometimes a few times a day) to keep my mailbox clean.

Do you hear any animals right now? No.

Are you in a well-lit room? I am.

Is your trashcan full? Nope, it was taken out earlier.

What was the last crunchy thing you consumed? The Wingstop I had yesterday.

Did you view anything disturbing today? No, thankfully.

Are there any holiday decorations in your house? My room is decked out for Christmas.

When was the last time you had a terrible headache? Earlier, actually.

Have you recently put lotion on your hands? No.

Are you hungry? I am. I’m going to make my nightly bowl of ramen soon.

Is it rainy where you're at right now? Not tonight, but it was last night. I loved it.

Do you carry a purse? If so, describe what it looks like. I carry a mini backpack. I have a few I switch between. The last one I used was my gray mini Adidas one.

Is your cell phone on vibrate? Nope.

Is your dishwasher full? I think it is.

When is the last time you saw someone you like/love. I mean, I love my family and I see them all the time. If you mean in the romantic sense, there is no such person currently.

Do you like to wear gloves? Not really. It’s hard to wheel with them on unless I have the ones with the dots on the palm. I rarely ever wear gloves, though.

Is there a body of water near where you live? Yes.

What are your thoughts on Avenged Sevenfold? Bat Country was my jam when it came out.

Are you wearing anything pink right now? Nope.

Do you like to swim in the ocean? No. The idea of getting in the ocean terrifies me. I like being near it, though, and watching/listening to the waves crash in and out and feel the cool ocean breeze.

What is the creepiest bug you've ever saw? Ugh, ALL OF THEM.

Do you currently have split ends? I do. :/ And I have a horrible habit of messing with them out of boredom or when I’m anxious. I need to get my hair cut and colored, but ya know. It’s been difficult doing anything this year. The salons have opened and closed so many times and I honestly just don’t feel comfortable going anywhere right now. I legit only leave the house once a month for my doctor appointment. :/

When is the last time you used the bathroom? A couple hours ago if you must know.

Do you chew on your lip? Yes. I have a bad lip biting/picking habit as well.

Are you afraid of needles? Very.

What is the last thing you lost? My mind? When is the last time you saw a bald person? I don’t recall.

What car were you last in? My brother’s.

Do you like Batman? Yeah. Have you ever played tennis? Not seriously. I messed around for like a couple minutes and then gave up.

Can you see a star shape in the room you are in? I can. There’s a star topper on my mini Christmas tree.

What are you sitting on? My bed.

What is the last warm thing you touched? My coffee mug earlier.

Do you use hand sanitizer? Yes. This year more than ever.

Where do you want to go in life? Good question.

Are you sweating? No.

When is the last time you had to scratch an itch? Recently. But of course since you said that now I had to scratch my nose.

Are you in any kind of club or group that is trying to save animals? No.

Who is the last blonde you saw? I don’t recall. I don’t see a lot of people anymore and no one in my immediate family is blonde.

Where were you two hours after you got up, and what were you doing there? I was still in bed, either reading or scrolling through my social medias. It takes me hours now to drag myself out of bed. Do you wish for world peace? Of course that would be the dream.

Have you ever played fetch with a dog? Yeah, countless times.

What is the nearest object that is wood? The TV tray near my bed that I’ve been using as a bedside table.

Do you use Netflix? Yep.

Does your house have a fireplace? It does.

Do you wake yourself up in the morning, or does someone else? It’s generally myself or my alarm, but sometimes my mom or brother will to tell me something important as they’re leaving for work or something or because they’ve brought me food and/or coffee. That last one is the only time I like being woken up. You better have coffee for me, ha.

What kind of hoodie did you last wear? I think it was just a black one. I’ve been wearing sweatshirts most often, so I don’t remember.

Do you play games on your computer? I have the Sims 4 on my laptop.

What is the last video game that you played? Animal Crossing: New Horizons on the Switch earlier.

Have you ever pet a stingray? Nope. I’m good with never doing that.

If you were on vacation, would you ever go to Ireland? Sure.

Are you logged into Myspace right now? Uh, no. I haven’t logged onto Myspace in over a decade.

Did you have anything bad happen to you today? I was just in another shitty mood and that’s been happening like everyday lately and more intense.

Have you ever been to New York? No. I’d like to go someday.

Do you use the term "lol" if you don't have anything to say? Sometimes. It would have to fit of course in the conversation. I wouldn’t respond “lol” if the person was like, “Ugh, I feel like shit today.”

Should you be sleeping right now instead of taking this survey? Nah, it’s only 11:30PM.

Can you truly say you hate anyone? No.

Have you ever disected a baby pig in a class at school? I didn’t, no. We did do dissections in middle school science, but I just couldn’t do it. My partners did it and I somehow got away with it. Ugh, it was absolutely awful. The act itself and the fact the classroom smelled horrendous afterwards for days.

What brand of dish liquid do you use? Dawn.

When is the last time you ate a Hershey Kiss? It’s been years.

Do you ever feel unappreciated? I don’t feel deserving of being appreciated, so no.

Do you currently have any blemishes on your face? Not at the moment.

Who is the last baby you held? One of my cousins years ago.

Do you use smileys often in text convos? Not really. I don’t go crazy with the emojis.

Do you have the Google toolbar on your computer? Yeah.

Do you like Sunkist? Sure. It’s been years since I’ve drank it, though. Strawberry was my favorite.

Would you ever consider being a cannibal? Uh, absolutely not.

Did you forget something important in the past week? I don’t think so. Unless I forgot and still haven’t remembered.

Do you like learning new things? Yeah.

What color is your toothpaste? White.

Are the floors in your house creaky? No.

Do you fear death? Yes.

Is your mouth dry? Yes. It often is.

Do you have any scars from an animal? No.

Did you have fun with this survey? It was fine.

Was it random enough? Sure.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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amaamajiki · 6 years ago

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| more | todoroki shōto X reader

In which Todoroki is smitten over you, but has trouble voicing his feelings, so he risks it all with a text.

— Mara

He feels like he's been stealing this moments: when the two of you would miraculously arrive early at the classroom and complain together about having to wake up early, he being amuzed after you tell him that you pull an all nighter watching a show so you decided to not sleep and get early for a change.

Or when you end up eating together and he can simply sit in silence, having you beside him making his his food taste 15 times better; while enjoying the little and almost imperceptible pout you do before forcing yourself to eat something you don't like.

How sometimes the two of you end up in the common room when there's no one else around, and you end up talking about anything; he likes it how he can be quiet beside you, not feeling pressured to add something if he can't come up with an answer, just he and you, he simply enjoying the sound of your voice.

He feels like his stealing this moments, cause he can feel them growing on him more and more every time. But they come so naturally, so unattached of conditions or labels that he feels they're not for him, even when he'd like it to be that way. And that confuses him.

Whenever you smile he smiles with you, and whenever he hears you laughing he can feel himself be filled with your joy. It's so weird how you've become the favorite part of his days, how he looks for you among the crowds, and how he's always hopeful that you'll end up being together, even for a little while, even if it's only to see you in the school halls and watch as you wave him a “Hi”.

♠️

But if he were to try to be something more, someone else in your life, would you accept him?

What if you don't want anything more, that could make everything fall apart. so he stays awake at night, thinking about you and about himself, maybe he isn't ‘boyfriend material’ as Kaminari called himself the other day, he thinks about relationships and commitment, and he ends up confused, and the only thing that he's certain of is that he doesn't want things to change, how he wants you closer and closer everyday, and you sometimes feel like a ribbon between his fingers, you're there and even though he's holding you, you could fly away, to anywhere, to anyone, and that drops acid and salt into his stomach, making of that possibility a wound he can feel all too realistically even when you're still there, unchanged and always receiving him with open arms.

♠️

It's late and you're in the middle of the garden, and Todoroki is surprised to find you out there when he goes to close his window. You seem lost in your own world, but when you look up towards the sky you wave at him, and he waves back, and then you motion something with your arm, but he can't understand it. It seems like you're expecting an answer, cause your silhouette is facing towards him.

He looks into his pocket for his phone, quickly tapping a message,your picture atop of the text trade being enough to put a smile on his face.

"What are you doing out this late?"

He can actually hear the notification hitting your phone, and his screen hasn't dimmed when your answer arrives.

"The breeze is nice"

"And the moon looks pretty" You add, on a second message.

He smiles again, and looks up, the bright face of the moon glowing, like a postal right out of a beautiful movie, and he thinks you fit perfectly in the frame since you're beautiful too. "You're right--- "

He begins to type but he pauses mid sentence. A new urge coming over him, maybe it's true that on full moon nights people a little bit crazier, but he feels like this is the moment to speak up. He feels warm and cold and warm again, and it's got nothing to do with his quirk, like the lit flame that you'd become inside of him it's tingling, excited and wild.

He deletes the previous words, beginning to type again, trembling fingers outfasting his thoughts and fears before those tell him to stop. When he hits send his heart goes into a frenzy, delighted to have outsmarted the logic.

“I'm sure you look prettier, you are prettier”

He stares at the screen, feeling stupid and already planning how to fix this up, the 'ding’ indicating that you've received his text resonates inside his chest, and he feels like throwing up.

Your text bubble indicates typing, only to stop every 3 seconds, leaving him distressed and eager every time.

He reads and reads his message, feeling dumber by the minute.

When your answer finally arrives he wants to faint.

“You really think that?”

He's certain, so certain that he answers immediately.

“I do”

The minutes pass by and he doesn't know what else to say, you haven't made signs of standing up, and your bubble keeps torturing him with it's indecision.

“Sorry” He finally texts, defeat swelling inside him like a poisonous liquor.

He's about to close his window, this time for real, cause he's unable to keep staring at your back, a crushing feeling pouring over him. Like an empty hole born from his groin, and expanding inside of him, quick and somber.

“I'm sorry, I don’t-”

A pause, and he feels like he might crush his phone from the pressure which he's holding it. You don't. You don't want him saying those things... he should've known.

“*I'm sorry, I didn't know how to answer”

“But I'm happy, really”

Todoroki waits again.

“I'm not really good at this, am I 😫?”

“Sorry for the dumb emoji”

He exhales a sigh, one he didn't know he was holding in, and he feels lighter, and bold again. Maybe he didn't screw things up, maybe he can keep going.

“I'm not good either” he sends.

“Can you come down?” it's your answer.

The walk towards you feels like the longest in his life, he can feel the sweat on his palms and an urge to run —towards you or as far away from you as he can, he doesn't really know—.

He was right, you do look pretty, even more so than other days, he'd like to say it out loud, out from the text, out from his thoughts. He opens his mouth, but there comes no sound from it, and he simply stares at you. He scratches the back of his head, taking in the expectant way you're looking at him, and he'd like to be able to say something, anything.

Fortunately it's you who breaks the silence.

“We’re both really bad at this, aren't we?” A short and nervous laugh comes from you lips, and he can't help but focus on the way they curve upwards.

You are not only pretty, you are beautiful. Of course he already knows that, but the weight of that truth falls upon him like a anvil being thrown at him. And it's not just the way you look, the face that keeps him awakes at night. It's that you try even when ou have failed and that you’re are kind, it's about how passionate you are about the things that you like, it's about how you fire up when something bothers you, it's that cheeky smile you get after teasing him. What truly makes you beautiful it's the addition of every little thing that makes you, well, you.

And he needs to tell you, right now.

“I'm sorry” he begins, “ I wish I was better with my words, but I meant it.” He clears his throat, heat rising towards his face. “But that it's not what I wanted to say, well I did, but that's not the only thing…”

The more he says the more he feels the words clogging up inside his throat, you're giving him a confused expression, arms wrapped around yourself. Why can't he just say it? He sighs again.

“What I really wanted to say… ask, is if… Do you think he could be something more?” Just a little longer, he's almost done. “Would you like that? Do you…” He needs to swallow, and feels like there's sand coming down his throat. “Do you like me?”

Your face transforms, your eyes open up slowly to give pass to a wide smile forming on your lips, your eyes lit up and you nod enthusiastically.

“Of course I like you!” Your confession hits him harder than he thought, and he feels like he's breathing for the first time since he hit the 'send’ button at the beginning of the night.

You laugh at his relieved expression, and next thing, you're pulling him closer, body pressed against his and your arms wrapping around him. He freezes for a moment, dreams of how long he wanted to know what it would be like to hold you, just like this, coming at his mind. Finally, slowly his arms find their way towards your waist.

“You're right, we're really bad at this” He mutters, and you can hear the joy in his voice, his head now leaning against your forehead.

You laugh again, "Guess we'll learn as we go".

#bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #mha imagines #mha scenarios #mha headcanons #writings

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dontworrysunflower · 6 years ago

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Hint Hint | Shawn Mendes

This was originally gonna be ‘Scariest Thing’ but it was completely different so here’s another proposal Shawn!

Warnings: tears, fluff, I think some language

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

He was in the studio, bobbing his head to the beat he’s made since he got there this morning.

Teddy started talking about some more beats and lyrics when Shawn’s phone started to buzz in his back pocket.

His fingers tapped on the screen of his iPhone, the smile taking up most of his face when he sees who texted him.

“God dude, what’s got you looking like a mad man?” Zubin asked, looking at Shawn with a puzzled look.

Shawn looks over his phone, “(y/n) texted me.”

Everyone groans, rolling their eyes, leaning back in their seats.

“What? What’s so wrong with texting my girl?”

“When are y’all gonna get married yet? You guys are so cute it’s gross and annoying. You could use a honeymoon, even we could.” Brian complained.

“Wait, yeah. Why haven’t you and (y/n) gotten married?” Teddy joined the conversation.

Shawn sends his string of heart emojis to her before turning off his phone and throwing the device on the pillow next to him. He looks up at everyone, shrugging. “I d’know. We’re both just busy I guess. I’m going back on tour in a couple weeks and she’s graduating from college this year. It’s just not in the books right now.”

“Do you plan on marrying her?” Teddy asked, turning around in her chair, her full attention to the blushing man.

Shawn gives her a look. “Of course I plan on marrying her. I’d be an idiot if I let her go. I plan on it in the future, just not in the near future, if that makes sense.” He runs his fingers through his brown curls.

He’s been getting these signs lately. He’s seen at least six proposals this week, and it was only Tuesday. Everyday on his way to and from the studio, he can’t help but notice the huge billboard, advertising a jewelry company, their background; someone proposing. And now this. Even his friends have caught into the loop.

Of course he wants to marry her, again, he’d be an idiot if he didn’t. He can’t wait for the day to finally, officially make her his. He can’t wait to get down on one knee in front of her, a large shiny rock in the box in his shaking hands, a sappy speech, and so many tears. He can’t wait to watch the love of his life walk down the aisle, a beautiful white dress adorning her body. He can imagine everything.

It’s just not the right time.

•••

He was on his way back home, passing by that billboard again. He texted her that he was in his way, and he would stop by her favorite restaurant for some food.

He stood in the line of the restaurant, patiently waiting when his phone rang.

Unknown ID

His curiosity got the best of him and he pressed the green answer button.

“Hello?” He answered, moving up in the line.

“Hello sir, your ring is ready at the store for pickup.”

“I’m sorry?” Shawn furrows his eyebrows.

“Uh, your engagement ring. It’s ready for pick up.” The male on the other end said, as if it couldn’t be more obvious.

“Uh, wrong number.” And he hung up.

He waits a little longer for the food to be ready. When he grabs the bag, he walks out the door, the cool Toronto hitting his pink cheeks. His eyes move over across the street, the illuminated diamond capturing his attention. The jewelry on the display cases shine in the bright sunlight. He chews on his lips and looks down at the bag of food.

He crosses the street.

•••

“Baby! I’m home!” Shawn exclaimed as he closed the apartment door behind him, the bag of food in one hand, a bulge in his back pocket.

“In the bedroom!”

He leaves the food on the kitchen island, toes off his boots and makes his way to their bedroom.

“Hi sweetie” Shawn greeted her with a kiss and jumped on the bed, his head in her lap.

“Hi honey. How was recording?” She asked with a smile, her fingers threading through his curls.

“Good. Finished the bridge. Think of recording our next song soon. Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” He asked, picking his head up to look into her eyes.

She looks up, thinking. “Uh, I have lunch with my mom tomorrow. Why? Are you going to the studio tomorrow too?”

He shakes his head. “Everyone’s busy tomorrow. Wanna go on a date tomorrow night?” He beamed up at her, the felt box in his pocket burning a hole.

“Are you asking me out?” She smirked

He got up from his position, cupping her face in his hands. “I guess I am. I’m taking that as a yes, foods ready in the kitchen.” He kisses her nose and walks to the dresser to change into some sweats before going into the kitchen.

•••

He’s called the restaurant at least five times to make sure he had the reservation. Wanted it to be romantic and private. He took up all of his day to pick out his outfit, ultimately calling Tiff to help him pick out his outfit over facetime. She squealed when he told her what he was doing.

He heard the door swing open from his seated position on the couch. He hurries to the door, catching (y/n) off guard. “Hi baby,” He hurriedly kisses her cheek and takes her bags. “go get ready for our date.”

He pushes her through the apartment and into the bedroom. “Shawn, why are you in such a hurry?”

He was this close to giving his plan away, but instead, he just shoved you into the bedroom, telling to get ready and that he’ll be waiting in the living room.

He rubbed his palms up and down his slack covered thigh as he waited for you.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this so suddenly.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts when he hears her heels click against the wood flooring of their apartment. He looks up to catch her gaze, his mouth gapes open and he realizes scratch that, of course I know why I’m doing this.

“Holy shit baby, you look absolutely stunning.”

The tight leather of your skirt accentuated your curves perfectly. The gold jewelry around your neck shiny over your black turtleneck. Your outfit was amazing.

Your red lips curve into a smile as Shawn got up from the couch and moved in front of you, his hands on your hips as his eyes moved over your body, making you blush.

“You’re so beautiful (y/n). God I’m so lucky.” He smiled as his eyes came up to meet yours and he leans in for a light kiss on the lips, some red stained on his when he pulled away. “Are you ready baby?”

You nodded as you reached up to his face with a hand, rubbing off the red lipstick on his lips, smiling at him.

•••

“Reservation for Mendes please?” Shawn said when you walked into the fancy, empty restaurant building. You looked around at the absence of people in curiosity as Shawn talked with the hostess about our seating.

“Where’s everyone?” You whispered into Shawn’s ear. Your hands are wrapped around his bicep as you continue to gaze around.

“Oh I uh,” Shawn started as the hostess led us to a back area, closed off by french doors. “I reserved the entire place.”

“Why would you do that?” You asked as the hostess left and Shawn pulled out the chair for you to sit.

“Privacy. I can’t remember the last time we’ve had a meal without someone asking for a picture with me. And I wanted tonight to be different.” He said as he moved across from you to sit.

“Shawn there was no need-”

“What can I get you guys started with? Drinks?”

“A whiskey on the rocks for me and a martini for the beautiful lady.” Shawn answered, keeping his eyes on you.

•••

You watched the waiters take away your plates, Shawn clears his throat.

“You want some dessert honey?” He asked

You pat your stomach. “I’m so full, I don’t think I can eat anything else.”

“Oh c’mon babe, they have your favorite cheesecake..” Shawn insinuated. “I know you can’t resist the cheesecake.”

You sigh and lean back on the chair. “Fine. You know me to well.”

Shawn calls for a waiter and tells them what you wanted. You got up to go the bathroom and you could here their faint whispering.

When you came back, Shawn looked nervous. Every other second he would rake his fingers through his hair. His breathing became uneven and he was always looking around. His leg bounce up and down. “Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?” You reaches over the table to place you small hand over his, which was kind of clammy. You give it a squeeze.

“Oh shit.” He whispered as he saw the waiter come with a plate behind you.

Shawn waited for the man to place the plate in front of you before he got up front his seat. You look down at the plate, a large diamond on the cake, some cursive words were written in chocolate.

Will you marry me?

You gasped and you vision gets blurry. From the corner of your eye you se some movement, and you look up to see Shawn kneeling down on one knee, his hand coming up into the cake to take the ring off.

“(Y/n) I,” Shawn laughs through his tears “I didn’t think of this yesterday and I wasn’t planning on doing this for another couple of years. But I kept getting signs. Yesterday everyone kept asking me when we’ll get married. And everyday on my way to the studio there’s this billboard with a someone proposing on it. And when I went to get food yesterday, I just decided to walk across the street and got a ring because even though it may not be the right time, I know you’re the right one for me.” He sobbed. Your tears falling down your face as he spoke to you.

“The past three years with you have been the best in my life and I could never imagine my life any different. Everyday I can imagine what being married to you would feel like, and I don’t want to imagine anymore. I want it to be real. I’ve finally made the proposal imagination real. I want you to be walking down the aisle to be real. Will you make them real and, marry me?”

You sobbed as you slid out of chair to kneel in front of him, taking the ring from his hands and sliding it on your finger. You both cried some more as he enclosed his arms around your waist and you fall on the floor. There’s cheers behind you and you turn to see the restaurant staff clapping, some wiping their tears away.

“I know it’s not the best time to be doing this but-”

“I couldn’t imagine it any different. I love you so much.” You said before you kissed him.

As his lips moved against yours, he thought of the past few days. He finally realized why he kept looking at those things.

He finally got the hint.

Finally did it the way it was meant. ‘Scariest thing’ was supposed to be this but like half way through writing it I realized it was nothing like a planned so I just made this one as well. I love this because that’s how my parents got engaged. So close to home. Anyway hope you enjoyed and pls reblog!

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svtntntn · 6 years ago

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---habits--->

jock!seungcheol x classmate!you

this was something from a long, long time ago and now I'm getting around to finishing and posting it!!

this is a small bit that goes hand in hand with this scenario ( snippet )

so you live next to the school

yes, you live right next door to your high school

your backyard is right next to the school's football/track field

the only thing separating your backyard from the school's field is a grand black cast iron fence

there's some shrubbery and bushes along the fence and your parents planted some flowers and tall plants to cover it up, but the football field still visible

your balcony can overlook the entire football field if you're sitting at the right angle

which honestly is a blessing and a curse

bc you can watch the games and events from your bedroom window and balcony but when you need to study or want to sleep in early, there's cheers and horns blaring outside your house

but in your best friend somin's opinion, it's also the best place to watch the jocks work out and run laps

staking out the most athletic and toned bodies in your high school on your bedroom balcony with your best friend on a weekly basis?

it wasn't something you were completely crazy about bc

1) wouldn't it be considered stalking?

and 2) your homework wasn't going to complete itself

she'd come over unannounced and set up an entire camp on your balcony

you'd protest your balcony being used as a stake out point to stalk cute guys but she repays you by bringing you food

you don't really have an interest in any of the guys on the team except for a certain choi seungcheol

he's the school's heartthrob with his dashing good looks, his charming smile, his warm heart and natural leadership

he's been the star quarterback for your high school since his sophomore year which is a new record as the youngest starting quarterback in school history

so somin's always calling you over to the balcony and saying that seungcheol is running laps around the track or that he's doing drills on the field with his teammates hansol and mingyu

or that he's just sitting on the bench looking as handsome as one could be with a sweat-drenched shirt

she literally wants you to die from your crush on choi seungcheol

which makes you less responsive to when she says his name, "(y/n)! seungcheol’s on the field!"

you stay sitting at your desk, "is he just taking a water break? again?"

somin is quiet for a beat, "okay yes, but look!"

you don't look and turn back to your hw

and you continue to daydream about your crush bc in all actuality, you've never talked to him or introduced yourself to him so he technically doesn't even know you exist

one day you’re doing homework and somin’s on the balcony when she tackles you on the bed, "(y/n)," she says gravely, "choi seungcheol is outside your fence"

"whAt?"

you both peek out the balcony doors and this boy is standing on the other side of your backyard fence looking sheepishly nervous for some reason

but when you step out behind the doors, you spot a football in the middle of your yard, and then seungcheol spots you!

he does a giant wave at you with a beaming smile and motions over at the football

you wave back before turning away from the balcony and somin is literally pushing you down the stairs bc you’re paralyzed from the shock of seeing him

you walk outside trying to act all nonchalant and caught off guard like "oh, hi there!"

but you trip over the very thing you’re supposed to be returning to seungcheol

if that football was a person, you’d be murdering it 12 different ways and hiding it across the country where no one would find it

your cheeks burn red as you hear seungcheol chuckle to himself and ask if you’re okay

you nod slowly and toss him the ball over the fence and he catches it with a single hand

showoff

he jogs back to the field with the ball and you’re left feeling crazy embarrassed bc you just tripped over a stupid football in front of your crush like thIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

you suddenly hate football

somin tries to cheer you up with her never-ending optimism, "hey at least he knows your face and where you live now!"

"he saw me TRIP in my own backyard" you bury your face in your hands, "good thing he doesn’t even know my name"

days pass and you try to forget your terrible first impression, but you end up replaying the whole event in your head whenever you think of him

now your crush on choi seungcheol is tainted by this one terrible memory and you kinda hope he forgets about the whole thing

little do you know, he doesn't;)

and then fate interferes: you're paired with him for a project in your literature class

just a quick partner presentation and of course, you draw seungcheol’s name from the hat

"hi (y/n), right?" seungcheol find a seat next to you and slides into it, "choi seungcheol"

his handshake is very firm and strong and you can already feel your cheeks blushing from how handsomely handsome he is

but you ignore the butterflies in your stomach and get down to business and set up a whole outline and plan of action for the presentation

seungcheol attentively listens to you and gives his feedback, which is refreshing bc most ppl would just nod, sit back and let you do the bulk of the work

you two set up a time after school to work on the presentation and you hope he doesn't bring up the whole 'hey aren't you the girl who tripped over a football' thing and thank goodness he doesn’t

before you know it, class is over and done with but when you leave the classroom, seungcheol is calling your name and walking with you down the hallway, "hey (y/n), I was hoping if I could get your number? to message you about our study session! I might come late because of practice and I don't want to make you wait for me or anything"

"oh! uh sure, of course" you punch in your number on his phone and he grins

"I'll see you tonight" he winks as he turns into another hallway, meeting a chorus of "hey's" from his friends

it takes you a solid minute to realize that choi seungcheol asked for your phone number and he got it under the guise of a study session

and you didn't even think much of it in the moment

seungcheol does come late to your study session in the library, but it's alright, you spent the 15 minutes sitting alone wondering what even to say to him in terms of small talk

and when he gets to you, he’s apologizing to you profusely and you and him get your presentation done in under an hour, seeing as you're both smart and efficient students:)

the sun is setting outside when you both walk out together, "(y/n), let me drive you home, you're right next to the school anyways"

you brush over the fact that seungcheol remembers you live right next to the school, “no no! it's okay, I can walk home, I usually do”

seungcheol gives in, "okay… I'm walking with you though"

"you don't have to, really, it's such a short walk "

"I want to" and so, after a short stop to his car to drop off his football gear, he starts walking with you to your house

which makes your stomach flip and turn as seungcheol walks side by side with you

the awkward silence is replaced with seungcheol first breaking the ice and telling you some type of corny joke and making you laugh

you both get into a rhythm of talking about music and classes and friends when you get to your front door

seungcheol has this tiny little pout on his lips that he hides when you mention that you'd rather just sit and talk to him longer

"we have tomorrow to talk more! and we can text each other" he promises, holding up his phone, "I'll text you when I get home"

you're over the moon when you enter your house!! everything's just perfect!!

seungcheol does text you when he's home and you two end up staying up all night texting one another

this goes on and on and on for the next couple of days

it becomes less about your project and more about everyday things and trivial questions that you both know the answer to

seungcheol would text you before and after his football practice and you'd both stay up till the morning texting each other

during actual school tho, he'd spend time with you at your lunch table, walking with you in between classes and hanging out with you before his practice starts

if someone needs to find him, they’ll find you with him

you help seungcheol study for upcoming quizzes and exams in your respective classes in the school library

he ends up lending his letterman jacket to you when you two are studying in the library together;)

if you're up for it, which you usually are, seungcheol will take you out for dinner after his practice

like a gentleman, he always pays for you until you try to sneak money back into his pocket or his backpack

somin doesn't find out that you and seungcheol have been talking outside of class till she spots you with seungcheol at the burger place near the school

she waits for you at your house when she basically tackles you, "(y/n)!!! tell me everything!! who, what, when, where, why, how! wait I already know who—it's mr. choi seungcheol, your dream man"

his teammates always end up interrupting you two when you're walking around campus, joshua always introduces himself politely while jeonghan and chan are both like 'who are you?'

while mingyu and hansol are like 'oOOO, you're the girl who lives at that one house near the football field'

everytime he's sitting with you at your lunch table or when you two are walking down the hallway, both of your phones go off with text messages

bc somin's sending winky faces and heart emojis to you with seungcheol's name in it and seungcheol says it's just the team's groupchat asking about practice times and stuff for the friday's game

but they're all teasing seungcheol with heart eyes emojis and winky faces too;)))

so basically, now the whole team and somin know of seungcheol’s major crush on you and your crush on him

but bc of the upcoming competitive season, you begin to see seungcheol less and less, as he’s swamped with meetings and practice 24/7 that he only really sees you in class and around campus

one day, you're studying in your room again when you hear seungcheol's voice from outside your balcony

and there you see in your yard that same brown football that first irked the heck out of you just as seungcheol says, “sorry, mingyu keeps threw it over here by accident”

he's running his hand through his hair and even when he's a sweaty mess, he still looks super handsome damn it

you toss it over to him again, “it's fine, just as long you don't break anything over here”

“don't worry, I won't break your heart” seungcheol reassures you with a smirk, nodding at you as he walks backwards, “bye (y/n)!”

and again, the next day the football magically appears in your backyard again

"(y/n)!" seungcheol's standing right outside your fence, explaining how hansol kicked the football too far this time

you take the ball in your hands and throw it over the fence again, "I think this ball keeps appearing here more often than on the actual field, seungcheol"

"maybe the football just gravitates to here, just like how I do to you"

you start laughing at his dumb line,"oh my gosh"

"see you, (y/n)" he winks at you before jogging away again

this continues for so long and when you tell somin everything, she's suspicious

bc why would they kick the ball horizontally across the field rather than length-wise where the actual goal posts are?

you've never thought about it until she points it out to you, making you shrug but somin's still curious as to why the ball keeps appearing in your yard for no legitimate reason

so she does the obvious and camps out by your balcony for you as you do your homework at your desk

somin yells for you once you finally get productive and ready to start your english essay, "(y/n)! look! come over here! it's seungcheol!"

you slide over next to somin and she points at the figures of seungcheol, hansol and mingyu on the field, all of them sitting on the benches tiredly as just practice appears to end

you watch as seungcheol stands up and toys with a single football in his hands, spinning it in the air before catching it himself

he tosses it to mingyu and starts running across the field, towards the direction of your yard as mingyu hands it to hansol, who then punts it to seungcheol

and of course, it goes over your fence and into your backyard

now you see hansol and mingyu slouch tiredly on the bench as seungcheol comes running nearing your backyard fence

making you and somin hide back in your room before you're caught

"does seungcheol know you’re home?"

"why does that matter?"

"because, he's going to call for you because he likes—"

"(y/n)!" and when he says your name, it clicks in your head

tHIS BOY HAS BEEN PURPOSELY THROWING THE FOOTBALL IN YOUR YARD TO TALK TO YOU

okay, so he's been making hansol and mingyu throw it in your yard, but the sentiment is still the same

you step out on the balcony and once again, there's choi seungcheol leaning against the bars of your fence

this time, you slowly pick up the football, spinning it around in your hands, "hansol really needs to get better at kicking this the other way"

"yeah, we're working with him tonight on that, sorry again… I don't even know how or why it gets all the way here"

"I think I know why" you spin the football in your hands again and seungcheol raises an eyebrow, "why are you making hansol kick the ball this way?"

"what?"

"I watched you hand the ball to hansol and he kicked it this way knowing fully well the goal posts are the other way, and you even started running in this direction before he even kicked the ball"

"ok ok, you caught me" he sheepishly confesses, scratching the back of his head nervously, "well since I've been so busy with practice and with games every week and so, I barely get to see you anymore… and I like seeing you"

"you still see me around classes and around campus, we have literature class together"

"yes, but… that's during school... and never mind, can I have the ball back please?"

"but what seungcheol?" you still hold it hostage as seungcheol groans

"I like you, (y/n)! that's why I make hansol and mingyu kick the ball this way and into your yard, because since the first time you tripped over it and ever since the project in lit class, I can't get you out of my head"

"you still remember that?" you're embarrassed that he remembers your terrible first impression of you tripping over the dumb football and he breathes out a laugh

"of course, I've never seen someone so mad at a football before and you were, or are pretty cute"

"I tripped and nearly fell on my face" your face heats up at the memory while seungcheol shakes his head

"you tripped cutely" he tries, reaching out and touching your arm through the fence, "so…"

"so what, mr. quarterback?"

seungcheol pulls his best pouty face, "may I have the ball back and would it be too much to ask you out to dinner tonight?"

"I don't know… I do have a lot of homework to catch up on because someone keeps distracting me by throwing their football into my backyard"

"tomorrow night then?"

you toss the ball over to him and he easily catches it, "don't you have a game tomorrow night?"

he frowns and sighs at the football in his hand, "after then, after tomorrow night's game," he promises as he runs back, "see you (y/n)!"

the next night, you decide to watch the game from your balcony, proudly wearing your school's hoodie while eating some popcorn to get into the whole school spirit thing from the comfort of your own house

somin keeps you company as she writes an essay to turn in last minute with your help, making you lose track of who's winning or losing with her endless amount of questions

you're proofreading her paper when she stands up and drags you out of your chair, "(y/n)! seungcheol is waving this way! for you!"

when you look up, you can see seungcheol's hand waving in your direction and to anyone else, it could just be him pointing up in the air for no reason

you try and wave back, but you don't even know if he can see that far, so you quickly put your hand down to not look like a fool

it's the last two minutes of the game and your school is in the lead by three points when somin already bets seungcheol and the team are going to win

and of course, you go along with her and when the final timer runs out, you see everyone swamp the field in celebration

you hug somin, but you just wish you were hugging seungcheol in congratulations

soon, you see the large batch of ppl slowly trickle out of the field, only a couple members of the team standing in the middle before there’s only one person

you stand on you balcony as notice the only person left on the field gesture in your direction, his arm motioning for you to come over as you promptly look around to check if it is for you

you notice a football fly into the air and into the middle of your backyard again, and so of course you know exactly who's on the field

you rush downstairs and take the football from the ground, briskly walking to the middle of the field in your hoodie and jeans to meet the one and only choi seungcheol

he's dressed in another jersey's of his, his hair damp with either sweat or water with his gear and duffle by his feet

you toss the ball over to him and he catches it with one hand as you approach him, his other hand staying behind his back, "congrats, mr. quarterback"

"hey (y/n)" he smiles innocently at you

"why did you throw the ball into my yard again? I was going to come over here anyway, you already have my attention"

seungcheol's flustered by you last comment before clearing his throat, "old habits die hard, and for some reason, the ball just wants to go in that direction"

you roll your eyes at his excuse as you take the football in your hands, spinning it around and he takes a step closer to you, "and speaking of habits, I was wondering if you could help me with a new one?"

"if it means retrieving the ball for you always, no. you should really break that habit of throwing that my way"

"no no, I don't mean that," he pulls out a single flower from behind his back and smiles at you, "go out with me?"

you accept the flower and step closer to him, "I thought I already agreed to this date?"

"the thing is with habits, they occur over and over again, yeah? and so I'm asking you out on multiple dates, you know?"

"are you ever going to break this habit?"

"if you say yes, then never. I'll never break this habit"

your eyes dart to his lips and his eyes dart to yours and he leans closer to you to try and kiss you but you chicken out at the last moment

you hold up the football in front of your face, blocking his lips with the winning ball, "ah ah ah, you haven't even taken me out yet"

"I can't get a kiss for winning the game?" he bashfully pouts

"hmm, let me think about it…" you pretend to think about it for a moment before leaning towards him, your lips super close to his cheek, but not touching his skin before you mutter into his ear, "nope, you have to take me out first, remember?"

you teasingly smirk at him as you run towards the field's exit, waving him over from afar as he starts jogging towards you with his duffle and his gear slung over his shoulder

seungcheol has this cute little pout as you wrap your free hand in his, swinging his arm as you walk together

he stops in his tracks and drops his duffle and gear on the ground, "wait, I need to do something, real quick"

he holds out his hand for the football and you apprehensively give it to him, watching him jog the distance back to the middle of the field and throws the ball to its usual spot, back to your backyard

you watch with your jaw open as the ball flies over and seungcheol runs back over to you, "oops, bad habit"

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leefelixs · 7 years ago

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boyfriend lee minho • stray kids

genre: fluff

pairing: lee minho & you

word count: 2306 words

summary: dating minho and all the quirks/aspects of your relationship

note(s): in this house we love and appreciate minho so much.. we miss you so much please come back soon here is the third part of the boyfriend series! as per usual it’s in bullet point format. <3 for all the lovely minho stans! (p.s. this gif was originally created by @hyyunjinn i just can’t seem to find the original post with tumblr’s gif system)

your younger brother jeongin was the focus of your attention most days, you felt it was right for you to take care of him and protect him as he was younger than you and considerably softer compared to most kids his age in terms of personality

as he grew older he had found a passion for dancing and begged your parents to let him take classes at the studio nearby to which you promised you would take him to and from everyday, and the smile on his face when they finally agreed made you set on contributing to your deal

keeping him happy was all that mattered to you but after the first few weeks you noticed your usual cheery brother had grown weary and much more tired, yet managing to force a smile on his face

“it was great” was always his response to your questions about the day but it was obvious in his eyes that he wasn’t entirely truthful

most days you wait five minutes before his classes should end to leave, but that particular day you had been out already and decided even with the extra twenty minutes to spare you might as well start walking and you could just sit and wait for him to come out

as you walk closer to the studio you can see two figures outside and stop behind a tree as you realize jeongin is one of them, his eyes looking at the ground with tears rolling down his face and his fists clenched in embarrassment

“jeongin, you’re doing your best. don’t listen to them. it just takes you a little more but it’s nothing to worry about...”

a boy slightly older than him is rubbing his shoulder with a concerned expression

jeongin hiccups and listens to the boy as he continues on reassuring him he’s doing good and any skills he needs to brush up on he’ll be there to help him throughout the way no matter how long it takes and it’s nothing to worry about

“thank you minho, you’re the best. i appreciate you so much.” jeongin hugs him and the older boy smiles and hugs him back just as warmly

your heart twitches at the sight because jeongin is genuinely so happy and seems so much more relaxed than before and you never knew there was a burden on his shoulders over his ability

minho was his name? minho...you were thankful to him. he was helping your brother out...and come to think of it on your walks back home jeongin had mentioned him briefly, geeking out about how nice and talented he was

jeongin had forgotten to mention how warm and handsome he was though uhm...how fake

as you see jeongin wipe away his tears you decide it’s best to come out now and pretend as if you didn’t see anything to spare him from an awkward forced conversation

“jeongin! how was class?” both boys turn to look at you and his face lights up instantly as he hugs you

minho watches you both and lingers his eyes a little longer on you and wow jeongin had definitely mentioned having an older sibling but failed to mention they were really attractive jeongin what the heck

“uh...” although you pretend not to notice you can feel jeongin shoot the older boy a look who quickly gives a thumbs up and your brother just smiles at you

“it was great! hey, have i introduced you to minho yet?” he eagerly tugs you closer to the older male and wow he is even more attractive up close

it’s a minho thing to be that lethal you know what i mean

minho gives you a warm smile before holding out his hand to shake yours but wow his hands are really soft and you can tell he uses lotion that’s a nice quality right there you trust him

“jeongin talks a lot about you, it’s nice to finally meet the living legend.” his voice is a lot more quiet and calm than you expected but it sounds really soothing and nice

“nice to meet you too, i could say the same thing. thanks for keeping him company, he can’t shut up about you or hyunjin.” and from there the both of you just talk about the classes and jeongin

and the whole time you fail to realize the slightly mischievous look in jeongin’s eyes because yes his plan is working he has waited years for the both of you to meet and speak to each other

not like he had planned to cry or anything to get minho to meet you, but he had definitely made sure to talk about both of you to the other because you’re both his favorite people and coincidentally single and how cool would it be to have his favorite people like each other

after 20 minutes you realize it’s getting a little dark out and reach for jeongin to come closer

“it was really nice meeting you but i think we have to get going since the street lights are pretty dim and we don’t want to get home in the dark...”

“wait! minho...you should give us a ride home,” and you gently smack jeongin’s hand and he gives a little ow and rubs his arm but he really REALLY needs you guys to be together longer

he can feel it his plan is working you’re both interested it’s so obvious please minho don’t fail him

and yes! minho thinks a little

“if you’re comfortable i can drop you both off, i would feel bad taking up your time and letting you both go alone.” and although you feel guilt you eventually agree once jeongin hops into the back of his small car and buckles in (this kid i swear)

the car ride is short lived but pleasant and once you both get down he’s like wait no

and you’re like huh did i forget something? and he blushes a little because he didn’t think this through he has no reason to keep you from going why is he doing that

“i know we just met but i was wondering if i could have your number,” and jeongin just FIST PUMPS because yes it worked it’s happening and you shyly type your phone number into his phone and put a little heart emoji next to your name and he smiles and does the same thing to your phone

once you both go inside you lock the door and look at jeongin with your arms crossed

“i know what that was you little twerp” and he just looks at you innocently with a big grin and shrugs his shoulders, running in to greet your parents

from that point you both text EVERY single hour you have never replied so fast and neither has he

his roommates make fun of him because he’ll leave his phone in his room and wander around the apartment looking for something to do until he hears the ding from his room and speeds back in

every single day you both get a ride home from minho but eventually he’s taking you both to eat, watch movies, do something else

and around five months of the routine jeongin decides he should probably leave you both to do as you please because these “hang outs” are more like dates and he feels like a little baby third wheeling both of you even if you both try to include him as much as possible

especially because around this time minho has moved out into his own little apartment and jeongin is like yeah okay privacy is definitely due here

around the fifth month of this routine as minho drops you both of and opens the door for you, jeongin huffs and slams the door closed

“when are you gonna start dating for real? it’s so painful watching you two awkwardly wait it out.” and he just goes inside and minho starts sweating

there’s a thick awkward silence and he just shuffles his feet as you take a sudden interest in your nails

“i think he’s right.” minho smiles at you and intertwines his hands with yours

“would you like to be with me?”

jeongin takes a quick snapchat of it and saves it in his memories so you can all look back on the day fondly

minho is genuinely one of the best boyfriends a person could have

his heart is so big and he genuinely cares about everyone he meets

before he does anything or plans anything he always makes sure you like the idea or are comfortable with everything

even if it’s a surprise which kind of ruins the surprise but makes the effort a lot more appreciated because he just wants to respect you and any boundaries you could possibly have

he’s so easy going and vanilla too.. he’s right out of a novel

one day you both go to the mall on a date and get frozen yogurt and while he gives you some a little elderly lady gushes over how cute you both are and how handsome your boyfriend is and he just blushes and thanks her

absolutely loves being in contact with you...whether you’re there with him or note he just has to talk to you whether it be through text or snapchats

also the type of couple to have different conversations on every app you use like on snapchat you’re asking how each other’s days were and on twitter he’s sending you memes and maybe on instagram you’re debating conspiracy theories its great

tags you in really..really old school memes like dad material memes...it’s not even funny but you don’t have the heart to tell him

also minho is so good at taking selfies and has such good fashion taste? he loves getting you to dress up with him and try to subtly match

and he takes pictures everywhere you both go and uploads them on instagram

tries to get you to dance to choreo with him and has a lot of patience with teaching you

your mom is always trying to meet him because jeongin adores him and so do you and she’s like i bet i will too

before he kisses you he looks at your lips and then at you like can i,, y’know...sometimes he’ll ask and it’s really cute

“babe have you seen my glasses?” he’s literally tearing up his room trying to find them and you just look up from his blankets and pause netflix because you’re wearing them

“perhaps...right here?” and he laughs and tries to get them but you roll under the blankets and hide

and he lifts the blankets up and you both start play wrestling and you’re pretty stubborn about keeping them

until he starts tickling you and you scream and kick and laugh

he grabs your hands so you can stop moving and after a while your laughter subsides and you can feel the heat rush to your head because he’s kind of...straddling you...and you’re under him and this a very romantic moment

and he’s like omg...i got this..kiss them...it’ll be great

and he leans in

AND SMASHES HIS FOREHEAD AGAINST YOURS and there’s no kiss because you’re both in pain and he ruined it good job minho you tried

whenever you’re tired or grumpy or just in a bad mood he kisses all over your face and plays with your hair to calm you down

he’s an amazing advice giver...he is so good at sympathizing with people and he really does care

oh he loves all music but on the weekends he usually has some type of oldies playing and you’re trying to read something on your phone and he just saunters into view

“dance with me!” and you’re like uh no that’s not happening

“that’s too bad i guess i’ll have to teach you how.” and he just puts your phone down and tugs you up with him

you’re a little clumsy at first but eventually get the simple two step and sway down and it’s so cute and he’s like an actual prince while you’re both dancing

he looks so happy and looks at you like you’re so precious

when you finally have him meet your parents they realize it’s true...he’s perfect. lee minho is perfect everyone

jeongin is like oh yes i told you so

sometimes minho gets sensitive because he’s critical of himself and doesn’t want to put his burdens on you because he feels like he has to take care of you and shouldn’t ask for anything in return

but every time he says that you just hug him really hard and kiss the tip of his nose gently and tell him that’s not true and a relationship has to work on both sides so he has to be open with you

sometimes it leads to arguments between the both of you and it’s really tense but after some hours pass you both realize your mistakes and apologize to each other and promise to try to understand each other more

one day while you’re watching a movie on his couch minho notices how tired you look and gets really affectionate while you lean into his chest and just curl up to him

and he tilts your head up because he really wants to kiss you but remembers what happened last time

“okay...i’m going in” and he kisses you and his lips taste like his mint chapstick and it’s so nice and gentle

and once he pulls away you burst into laughter

“stop don’t laugh at me” and he’s worried you’re laughing because it was bad or regrettable

“i’m laughing because you said ‘i’m going in’, you’re so cute.” and he just gets all quiet because you’re supposed to be getting showered in affection not him

minho really loves when you compliment and fawn over him because he never is kind to himself and when you do it he truly believes it

every day he is thankful to have met jeongin because not only did he befriend an amazing kid but he got to meet the love of his life

#stray kids #HAHA I POSTE THIS ON THE WRONG ACCOUNT I SCREAMED #lee minho #minho #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #boyfriend minho #scenarios

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Dating App For Athletes

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The Dating App for Athletes ️ I've been looking for a dating app that is for athletes. So many other apps do not have the people I'm looking for. After easily setting up my profile in a few minutes, I was swiping away. I already have found a date in my first day using the app with a former National Champion! A strict diet usually means no alcohol or high-calorie foods. For all you foodies out there, dating an athlete is a big no-no unfortunately. Athletes are usually extremely dedicated in both the gym and in the kitchen. This means there will be no junk food, very little alcohol. Meet Fit Singles is the official dating app for competitors and athletes looks to be the answer to this dilemma. The app officially launched at the 2020 Arnold’s Sports Festival in Columbus, Ohio. We can’t think of a better way to find real connections with other fit singles, while still following the current physical distancing mandate.

This is NOT a dating app! But, if you do meet your swolemate, we're totally taking credit. This is a lifestyle app. Athletes Mingle has created an ecosystem ...

This is NOT a dating app! But, if you do meet your swolemate, we’re totally taking credit. This is a lifestyleapp. Athletes Mingle has created an ecosystem for all things fitness, health, and wellness allowing users to immerse themselves with like-minded people and find their team. From Olympic athletes to your average Joe who’s choosing to take the stairs over using the elevator, this app has everything you need to optimize your health and build your community.

Build your profile:

Post your best gym selfie, select the sports/activities you enjoy or want to get into, and fill out your bio. Showing off is highly encouraged.

Build your team:

Connect to other users with similar interests through the “follow” and messaging features. Filter by location and age to find your tennis partner or spotter.

Connect:

You don’t have to be single to mingle on AM. We believe in fostering real connections between our users so we have done away with commenting. If you want to say something to someone…talkto them. (surprised face emoji). I know, such a wild concept, right?! Connect with that girl that rides next to you in spin class or find the perfect hybrid spotter/photographer that will hold you accountable to your lifting schedule. We are social beings y’all- we were not meant to sit online and scroll and like. Connect on AM, make sure they’re not a serial killer, and then connect in real life.

Promotions:

“A lot of you have been asking where I got my...” No one’s asking but go ahead and directly link your favorite products with your promo codes imbedded for foolproof cha-ching. We’ve even created a copy and paste link for your AM profile so you can shamelessly self-promote all over the wonderful world wide web. Classes:

One of the greatest features of Athletes Mingle that sets us apart from the rest. Class instructors, boutique fitness studio owners, and personal trainers, this one’s for you. Post your classes/sessions through AM and allow your clients to book and pay directly using credit card. You and your members are able to see the class list, allowing your clientele to connect and grow outside of the studio. Classes are searchable by location using google maps, and booked classes are added to your calendar. With a polished look and user-friendly functionality, we’ve eliminated the need for a brick and mortar gym without compromising your professionalism. Now you can get creative and take your classes to-go, from in-home training to mountain top goat yoga, you chose your classroom.

Member Safety:

Positive vibes only! We’ve added a “Report” feature to kick trolls to the curb. Let’s lift each other up and respect one another.

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Premium membership:

Get access to the best of the best. Our premium membership allows you to send unlimited messages connecting with as many people as you want and post unlimited promotions. Take your business and your fitness to the next level on AM.

Premium Membership Pricing packages are as follows:

1 month: $9.99/month 3 months: $6.99/month

6 months: $4.99/month

Memberships automatically rollover month to month, with the option to cancel anytime (or don’t)

COVID-19 UPDATE:

To live our best quarantine life, we’ve added some additional features to keep you all healthy and happy. First and foremost, we ask that you please respect your state’s specific rules for staying home and social distancing. This has been challenging for fitness industry professionals to say the least, but we’re here to help you bring home the low sodium turkey bacon. Now in our promotions feature, you can link out to your live streaming workout videos so your clients (and your bank account) won’t miss a beat.

As an athlete myself, let’s get the cons out of the way first and then, if you’re not totally put off by the idea of dating someone like me, you’ll get to see all the wonderful pros of dating one.

They have a tight schedule

Dating an athlete is inevitably difficult due to their tight schedules. So, if you’re used to being with them all the time and enjoy spending your days in bed with your partner, a sportsperson probably isn’t a good choice for you. A tight schedule also means that you’re unlikely to see them everyday, but hey, this way it becomes even more special when you do!

They will usually prioritize their sport over you

You may find yourself thinking “my girlfriend / boyfriend prioritizes sports over me”. With sports being the centre of most athletes lives, there’s a constant struggle of becoming the main priority in your boyfriend/girlfriend’s life. Dating an athlete with strong dedication usually means that they have to put their sport and training first, with everything else riding in the back seat. So, I wouldn’t personally recommend this to anyone who cannot deal with not being the #1 most important thing in their partners life. This can be tough when in a relationship with an athlete, as you can almost feel as if you’re not being valued, which sucks.

A strict diet usually means no alcohol or high-calorie foods

For all you foodies out there, dating an athlete is a big no-no unfortunately. Athletes are usually extremely dedicated in both the gym and in the kitchen. This means there will be no junk food, very little alcohol and more than likely a lot of bland foods and greens. I’d like to say that this is a positive thing about being a person competing in high-leveled sports, but I really can’t. Plainly put, it sucks.

Statistics have shown they are more likely to cheat

This is the biggest con of being in a relationship with a sportsperson. A study by The Independent showed that athletes who played certain sports have a higher chance of cheating, compared to the average joe. There have also been multiple cases where sportspersons have used their tight schedules as a way to hide their affairs/cheating. The sad fact is that sports-people are also more likely to cheat because they are usually relatively good looking and, therefore, just have the option and a bigger incentive to do so.

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But keep reading,

we’re so close to the pros

of dating and athlete now!

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Athletes travel… A lot

Whether its for sporting tournaments, a simple league game or to access some new type of training, sportspersons are always on the move. Again, this links back to the overarching issue of dating an athlete. Time, or the lack of it. Travelling is both exhausting and takes up a lot of time. I’d personally recommend you give it a go, however, as the positives for dating an athlete are tremendous.

Now let’s get onto the pros of dating an athlete!

Again, usually they are in good shape and work hard to maintain their physique. A real blessing and a curse!

Have you always wanted to date the fittest and most attractive person you know? Chances are they’re a sportsperson (or just very lucky). So, there you go. The first positive of dating an athlete is that the physical attraction you feel towards one another is likely to remain.

Traditionally athletes are confident and outgoing

Being an sportsperson often forces a person to become confident, because you’re constantly competing, and competition grows confidence. This is definitely something you will want in your girlfriend/boyfriend. Insecurity is not a good look on anyone; as well as the simple fact that confidence is an attractive personality trait to have. Personally, I have found that dating an athlete results in their confidence and positivity rubbing off on their partner. Sportspersons are often good leaders, because of the responsibility that sports places upon you.

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For all the women reading this,

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You will get into shape!

In order to make time for each other when dating an athlete, you can try and go to the gym together. You might have heard the saying, “If you sweat together, you stay together.”

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“If you sweat together,

you stay together.”

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This way, you can both spend time getting to know each other better. Plus you’re able to get fit while doing so ( you basically get a free personal trainer this way!) This is a major perk of dating an athlete. You will also most likely feel pressured into eating healthier, as to not be embarrassed when they pull out their thorough meal plan. Though now that I’m reading this last point, I’m starting to see it as a negative… Moving quickly on!

Athletes are always competing, and are therefore ambitious and driven

When I used to list the things I was looking for in a potential partner, the most important thing I wanted was for them to be ambitious and to love travelling. When dating an athlete, you get both of these. I’m sure you agree that people who are driven foster good relationships. It isn’t easy to maintain and develop a relationship, but at least you stand a chance if you’re attempting it with someone who is willing to reciprocate the effort you put in.

Free tickets to their sports games

This one seems relatively self-explanatory. Free tickets for you and your friends to go watch them compete! Plus, maybe you can set your friends up with a teammate this way. This is simply one of the many perks of dating an athlete! What more could you want?

Dating App For Athletes

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Bucky Barnes/ Plus size reader Time of the Month

Word count: 4K+ Warnings: lots of swearing, mentions of blood and smut Was heavily inspired by a Harry Styles imagine I read a while back! It had been a long. Fucking. Day. You'd been dragging yourself around, grumbling and feeling heavy, since early this morning. It was your time of the month, the beginning of your seven day walk through hell, and you had done all in your power to keep professional for the last twelve or so hours. You wish you were one of those women, you know, the ones who make statements like "Oh yeah, my period only lasts a few days and I don't even bleed that much" or "I haven't had cramps since I was a teenager" but unfortunately, you think bitterly, you are not. Your period had always been heavy and painful, ever since you we're thirteen. You had cramps that we're so intense they had caused blackouts in the past and you bled heavily for the entirety of the week. Plus your mood swings...they were killer. It was something you'd been forced to become accustomed to. "I cant fucking wait to go through menopause" was something anyone close to you was used to hearing during this time of the month. So, at the start of they day you'd popped four Ibprofen and forced yourself to go and be the professional, get your work done. Paper work. Piles and piles of paperwork, so much that it made your eyes cross. You weren't a fan of the mundane aspcets of your job to begin with but today you want to slam your head repeatedly against the glass surface of your desk. No days off, you unfortunately have to make that your mantra. Working PR for the Avengers was a full time thing, between making sure that there were no Governments pissed that one of their national land marks had been destroyed and attempting to keep them all in line; make sure they were working with the UN so that homeland security didn't come knocking at your door you were a busy woman. You had come to love them though, been adopted into this second family. Bonded with each of them over the last ten months that you'd been assigned at Avengers Tower. Yes, assigned. Well guilted, really. When you'd gotten a call from Sharon, Carter, close to a year ago, begging you to take on the assignment of glorified "babysitting" the group, you'd at first blatantly said no. You had no shortage of job offers, but with a little begging and some strong Jedi mind tricks on Sharons end you'd accepted. You we're happy you did(even though you most definitely wanted to fucking kill them sometimes). More then happy because it had united you with Bucky, the sharp talking puppy dog of a super soldier. Poor guy was totally nuts for you, you pitied him for it. Especially on days like today. When you we're the biggest raving bitch this side of the equator. You snapped at Maria, not able to stomach her dry humor that usually made you laugh. You'd told Tony to go fuck himself, well you did that almost everyday but you had done it three times already today and for some reason you couldn't bare to be touched. Everytime Bucky would try to do simple things that you usually loved like put his warm, flesh arm around your shoulder or kiss your cheek you'd flinch away. He didn't make a big deal out of it, you'd been with him for close to four months and it wasn't like he didn't know what was going on but you felt like total and complete shit every time. You just couldn't. Everything seemed to grate your gears. You just wanted to bury your self in your bed and die. So after you had gotten all(most) of your work done that's exactly what you did. You grabbed a quick dinner, keeping the small talk with Wanda, Bruce and Vision light and timely and then made your way to your room where you intended to pamper the fuck out of yourself and then rot. Boling yourself in a bath was first. Dropping in a LUSH Honeybee bathbomb, a sprinkle of Epsom salt to relax your muscles and a healthy drizzle of lavender oil you had proceeded to soak. For at least thirty minutes, until the hot water had begun warmed you from the inside out. Making you all gooey and pliable. As you sat in the multi colored tub, relaxed, you cant get your mind of Bucky. How much of a ice cunt you'd been to him. How well he'd dealt with it, not once complaining and giving you your space to make it through your day. You truly didn't deserve that man. He was everything you'd never knew you wanted. Beyond being angularly handsome in a sort of timeless way, with that 40's charm and that lopsided smile, he was kind. And patient- the kind of patient that every man you'd ever come across had not even an ounce of. He was so damn good to you, he made you so happy. And yet you did shit like shrug him off when he tried to be there for you? "What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N" you ask your self, bring your wet hands out of the water to cup your forehead. You felt like you could cry, your eyes stung and waves of dejection rolled over you. Ugh. Stupid period hormones. You got so damn emotional. Happy, irritated, sad. They jumped so fast you couldn't catch them, slipped through your fingers at a rate that was almost scary. After your bath, you slathered yourself with your shea butter, using a special hydrating serum on your face before you shrugged into a pair of not so cute black brief "period panties", a pair of high waisted sleep shorts that we're printed with flamingos and a little black tank top that clung you your meaty sides, rose up a bit so that your mid drift was exposed. You brushed out your (h/l), (h/c) hair, that you had tied up before your bath so it was still dry, and threw it up into a messy bun on top of your head. You'd missed a large chunk in the back but you couldn't be bothered to care. You go to your bed and unassemble it, tossing your many throw pillows to the foot of the bed so that you could climb under the thick comforter, you sigh as you sink down a little into the mattress and the warmth and comfort of being surrounded fills you up. You're missing something though, you notice that nagging feeling. You'd dreamed of your bed all day long and now that you we're in it- it didn't feel as good as you thought it would. Don't get me wrong, you felt like jelly in the soft sheets. But lonely jelly...jelly that wanted to be held... You reach over and grab your phone from it's place on the bedside table, scrolling through your messages, composing a new one. -Where are you? Come to bed?- You send a text to Bucky, chewing a little on your lip. You wanted him next to you, you selfish bitch. You wanted his hands on you, wanted to feel the cool metal of his prosthetic arm on your skin. Wanted him to grab you tight, to nuzzle his scruffy chin against your chest like you loved. Beep. Your phone chimes with a text from Bucky. - I'll be up soon, kitten. I have to finish up training with Steve and Sam. Keep the bed warm for me- He'd even used a little winky emoji at the end. You bark out a laugh, look at your little old, young, man of a boyfriend. Getting good with technology and stuff. You miss him so much it almost hurts. How could you miss him so terribly when you'd just seen him, hours ago? I will. Hurry3 You then reach for the remote, looking for something to watch, to keep your attention on until your man got there. You're about half way through your second episode of Game of Thrones when Bucky comes through the door. His hair is tied up in a untidy bun at the base of his neck and he has on a pair of gray sweat pants and a tight, black pullover. He smiles, that mega watt smile of his when he sees you all curled up in bed and you smile back. God he's so sexy. So...perfect. Because in his hand there is a plate. And on that plate, there is two large slices of cheesecake. "I come baring treats" "Buck" You dramatically whine, closing your eyes and jutting out your lip. He comes over to the bed, leaning down to put the plate on the nightstand and you sit up to meet him, kissing his lips and gripping the side of his neck, your fingers sliding under the collar of his sweater. "Mmm" He mumbles, his lips meeting yours just as enthusiastically, if not a little amused. You'd been so stand offish all day, which he got(he was fully aware of what date it was) and to have you so eager to see him now made him chuckle. Especially when you begin to recline, snaking an arm around his shoulder and attempting to pull him down on top of you. "Y/N" He pulls away, just far enough that he can get the words out. "I've been working out for hours, Sam had us running god damn suicides. I smell something awful" You shake your head, gripping at the hair at the back of his neck, unraveling his bun a bit. "I don't care, I missed you. I'm sorry I've been such a cunt all day" He's gotten used to how harsh your vocabulary is, but he still isn't a fan of the horrible names you call yourself. Even if you did use the word cunt as though it was a normal term and not the wicked insult he'd grown up knowing it to be. "No, kitten" you adore that nickname he had only for you "you had an off day. We all have them, don't apologize for shit you cant control" Your heart swells and you peck his lips again, and then his chin, his nose, his cheeks. Any where you can reach. He takes your affection, basking in your overwhelming light for a moment. In the way what you loved him. He has to force himself to pry away from you. "I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick, okay? Don't pout- I'll be back in a jiffy. Eat some cheese cake and finish your dragon show" He instructs you and you sigh theatrically, but let him go and wash off his day. You watch like a hawk as he peels off the sweater, his bare, muscular back in your line of vison just for a moment before the bathroom light flips on and he goes to start the shower, shuffling out of view. You eat spoonful's of turtle cheesecake and watch the events Westeros play out on the TV...but your distracted. By the ache that you feel in your lower stomach. By the way every hair on your body seems to be standing alert. All you can think about is Bucky pounding the living life out of you, of him making you cum. Trysts from the past, him making your eyes cross with the kind of pleasure you thought you'd only ever get from your vibrator makes you squirm a little bit, your plush thighs pressing together in an attempt to soothe the ache that was only growing. You're thinking of nothing but sex, in all its many amazing shape and forms when Bucky exits the bathroom, flicking off the light behind him, only a towel hanging low on his hips as he goes to your dresser to pull out the clothes he kept there. Oh fuck. You watch him, your eyes drinking in everything about him as he goes to get dressed in his pajamas. His broad shoulders and strong sculpted torso, the way that the muscles move under his skin as he pulls a pair of boxers up his big, muscled thighs before he throws on a muscle tank. It's such a simple action, putting on clothes but to your horny, foggy brain it's the most beautifully erotic thing you think you've ever seen. Does he even know how gorgeous he is? "Y/N!" He calls you from your ogling as he walks over, beginning to climb into bed next to you. "Huh?" you wonder, holding open the layers of bedding so that he can settle in next to you. "I asked has the dragon queen lady and the dwarf guy gotten to the country where the incest twin queen is yet?" He reiterates the question that he had asked you twice before while he was getting dressed. You smiled. He tried with Game of Thrones, he really did for you. He just couldn't get into it, he'd whine. But he still kept up fairly well with the story lines. You raise up so that he can slide his mechanical arm under you, scooting up close so that your skin is touching. His hand is splayed across your shoulder, the metal of his fingers feeling cool against your over heated skin. You throw one of your legs over his and rest your head on the place where his shoulder meets chest. The closeness is killing you; from the heat radiating off his body to the slightly spicy smell of his body wash. And he's holding you, nonchalantly, as though he cant sense the wildfire inside of you. "Mmmhmm, a buncha' fucked up shit happened though" you tell him distractedly as you bite your bottom lip, letting your right hand draw little patterns on his chest, your nails ghosting at the exposed skin there. He scoffs "That's all that ever happens in this show" Why is he not noticing how crazy bad you want him? You wonder as you nuzzle your head into his neck, rubbing your face against his clean skin prickly with his scruff. He pulls you in closer, his head reclining slightly so that he can give you more access to his neck as your drag your open lips up to his jaw, your body is shifting, moving closer. He kisses your hairline, down your temple and then slides his steel hand under the thin, barley there material of your cami, his big palm spreading over the small of you back and the small roll there. You groan at the feeling, at his hands on you finally and he smiles slyly, knowing exactly what you want. "Ahh" Bucky hums, rubbing your back as your leg curls over his thigh more, spreading yourself wider over him, needing to feel something between you legs other then the empty ache. "You need something, kitten?" "Bucky, I'm so horny" You whine and his hand slips even lower, gripping your squishy ass hard and pulling you even closer. You're shaking at how overwhelmingly good it all feels, you grinding onto his thigh, the feeling of his dick fattening more and more everytime your rub against it. "Pretty sure I can help you with that, sweets" He reassures your, his gruff voice breathy as he goes to shift your position, intending to climb on top of you. It hits you then, what time of the month it is. And although you weren't against the idea of period sex, and you knew he wasn't either, you weren't in the mood to deal with any of that right now. You push hard against his chest, stopping his movements and he shoots you a questioning look. "Buck-" He knows what you're going to say already "I know, and you know I don't care" he peppers kisses all over your jaw, down your neck as he whispers it in your ear. You're so tempted...but your also both so clean. "I don't want to deal with the mess" "We'll clean it up after" He pushes on, you haven't stopped grinding against his thigh and his erection is now straining against the front his boxers. "No" you protest, the thought of all that work not appealing in the least "We'll have to change the sheets, and we both just showered" At that very moment, you've never hated having your period more. Your hand is fisted in his hair and his fingers are gripping your ass so firmly, you think he might leave bruises. No matter how hard you grind yourself onto his thick, taut thigh at this angle you cant get enough friction. You're starting to drive him crazy, you've gotten him up there with you, his mind swirling with lust and yet you wont let him do anything about it. "What do you wanna' do then?" The strain in his voice is clear and you bite your lip. Knowing exactly what you wanted. "Lay on your back, baby?" You ask him and he obliges almost instantly, rolling onto his back so that you could strattle his waist. There was a time when you hated being on top, hated the feeling of supporting all of your weight on your knees because you were scared to put it on him. Felt self conscious because you were worried he was looking at your belly while you rode him...yeah, that time had passed. Bucky loved you on top and he let you know it, let you know that no matter how hard you tried you'd never be able to crush him( "I'm a super soldier, kitten) That he loved the way you looked perched above of him. That was no different tonight. That tight little tank top hugged your curves so prettily, your big, yet perky breasts sat in a way that had him groaning and leaning forward so that he could capture one of your nipples that strained against the fabric in his mouth. You yelp as he sucks hard on one of your pebbled nipples through the tank top, grabbing at the root of his still wet hair as he nibbles, his teeth tugging it hard. Like he knows you love. His arms are tight around you, hugging you tight, keeping you immobile. "Baby, ugh" You pull his head to lay back on the pillows by his hair and he looks up at you, the pupils of his baby blues blown. You let go of his hair and wiggle a little so that his arms loosen from around you before you start to move on top of him. It wasn't the ideal...in a perfect world his cock would be buried deep inside of your right now, but you had to manage. You spread your thighs as far as they will go so that your clothed core is pressed right against his covered hard on and start to ride, rubbing yourself down against him as hard as you can. "Fuck yes" you hiss because your finally getting the stimulation you need and it feels so amazing. Buckys hands are holding your love handle laden hips, grinding you down firmly as his hips snap up to meet every movement. It's hypnotic, watching you with your head thrown back, your mouth open and sweet little desperate sounds escaping your lips as you work himself over him frantically. Your tits bounce and he reaches up so that he can thread his fingers in your hair, taking it out of its bun so that it tumbles around your shoulders wildly, leaving you with a halo. He could watch you like this forever. When his hand leaves your hair and glides under your shirt to pinch and tug at your nipples you lose control of your snapping hips, the rhythm of your dry humping going crazy and sporadic as you flail on top of him. "Come on, kitty, just like that" "I'm cumming. Fuck, oh fuck" You whine in a high pitched, desperate tone as you spasm on top of him and he helps steady you, watching you ride out, literally, your orgasm. When you come down, he lets you fall against his chest, your face is pressed against the side of his neck, your gasps as your try to catch your breath in his ear, he groans at the heavenly sounds. You're not a selfish lover. You never have been. Even in the dizzy bliss of post orgasm you know he didn't cum with you so you snake your hand down his chest and into his boxers. "Y/N, ungh, yes" He cant form a complete sentence, can only grunt as you take his hard cock in your hand and rub the precum at the tip with your thumb before you start to pump him. It doesn't take long for your super solider to cum tumbling down beside you. You love the sound of his orgasms, how raw his moans are. You pepper kisses all over his neck, giving his Addams Apple a little lick before you slide off him and back on to your side of the bed. "That was so good" you smile, sated and content "I feel so much better" "I'm glad, kitten" he kisses the top of your hair "you know I love it when you ride me like that, right?" You bite your lip to stifle a giddy little laugh "Yeah, Buck, you've told me" "Mmm, well I'll tell you again. Feel free to climb on and take a ride whenever you want" "I'll keep that in mind" you hug his chest, contentment filling your every pore, you both share the last of the turtle cheesecake before you go to bed and you love your man so god damn much. Cheesecake and orgasms? Isn't that all we need when we're on our period? Oh yeah and our own personal Bucky Barnes. I'm obsessed with him and his man bun.

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