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nowimyurdaisy · 2 years

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Backseat Rider Part 2

pairing: Jeremiah fisher x reader

warning(s): angst?

summary: a summer back in cousins, leads to confessions.

a/n: HERE is the part 2 to Backseat rider that y'all have been asking me to write. Wrote the last part on my phone, no judging 😂 Luv y'all 💗💗

part 1 part 2

~a year later~

It had been over a year since you had seen the Fishers, you didn't want to go back to Cousins, but your family had insisted on going this summer. I guess the whole never seeing Jeremiah or Belly again plan failed, since you couldn't really control going to Cousins or not. So, since you had to return, you would just avoid that WHOLE group & focus on making new friends?

Currently you were in your room packing for the trip, your playlist playing in the background, you began to hum to the song 🎵I hear your voice over and over, sitting on the beach of Dover, what is happening? Oh, dear, I keep wishing you were here, and I swear, I'm gonna lose it, if I keep playing your music🎵 You're dreading this summer but at the same time you can't help but smile, because you have this feeling in the pit of your stomach that this summer would be different than last.

~ flash forward to the first day in Cousins ~

Belly is right, the drive to Cousins is like coming home after you've been gone, it stays the same when you're away. You headed straight to the beach when you got there, changing into your new swimsuit, a bikini your best friend bought you, that you honestly aren't too sure about but hey! new summer.

Eventually you got a job at the country club working at the snack shack unbeknownst to you, Steven AND Jeremiah were working at the club as well. When you got to the club, you saw that red jeep pull up, and sitting in that red jeep was one Mr. Jeremiah Fisher, Steven, and of course, one Belly Conklin. She was dressed in what looked like a summer dress with puffy sleeves & a fascinator. *It's deep red, my broken dream* That lyric danced in your head when you saw them step out of the car, and you ducked behind the counter.

Jeremiah & Belly walked straight into the club, while Steven headed straight your way, straight for the snack shack. You ducked behind the counter, then your manager asked "hey what are you doing!?"

"Nothing"you mumbled standing up. Then Steven saw you, he ran up to you to give you a hug.

"Y/NN! Is that you?" you nodded. "I can't believe you're really here! Wa-wait, wait 'till Jere and belly and-'' You cut him off before he could finish, "no, no, no, you can't tell anyone, not even susanah or ms. conklin ok?" you said before wriggling out of his grasp.

Well, wishes don't always come true, huh; you can't ever completely control who you do & don't see, especially when working, Ducking behind counters and taking breaks every time he comes over won't last forever. It was a Saturday, one of the busiest days at the club, and you were facing the other way when he walked over, expecting to see Steven, not you. "Y/n?" Jeremiah asked, such shock in his voice.

You freeze, eyes wide with shock. Slowly you turned around, "hi" you said nervously, eyes still wide, like a deer caught in headlights, an awkward smile plastered on your face. The two of you stood there staring at each other for a few seconds, before one speaks up.

"I, I thought you weren't coming back this summer" Jeremiah chuckles nervously.

"I wasn't," you replied simply.

"What made you come here then?"

Ignoring his question, you asked him, "What can I get you, Jere Bear?" emphasis on the 'Jere Bear', a nickname you had come up with, oh so many years ago, that Belly stole from you.

"Oh" Jeremiah's face was blank from the sudden change in topic, "Nothin' just wanted to talk to Steven. I'll catch you later" he smiled, regaining more of his normally cheery self, as he whispered, "at least I hope so."

~a week later~

You wished you could say that you didn't love him anymore, that hearing his voice again didn't bring back memories, feelings of lost time. You were standing on the beach staring at the water, thinking how he used to be the first thing on your mind. You internally cringed at how every morning when you got up the first thing you did was check your phone for a text from Jere, and during the summer the first thing you did would be going over to the Fisher's to see him. You laughed, seeing Jere's reflection in the coastline, now you were going crazy, seeing things. Then the reflection said something and you turned around.

"I- wh-what are you doing here?" you asked Jere, realizing you weren't actually seeing things.

"I knew you'd be here" he chuckled, "it's your favorite spot."

"You got me" you responded, turning to walk away. But Jeremiah grabs your wrist to stop you.

"y/n, please don't, don't go" jere pleads with you. "There's so much I want to talk to you about, so many things left unsaid from last summer."

"Okay. Lets talk" you agreed, beginning to walk along the beach, Jere along your side. "Where do you want to start?" you asked.

"I, I read your letter." You nodded at his statement. "I'm sorry I had no idea, I wish you hadn't left so fast" you went to question him why, but he continued talking. "Yes belly & I love loved each other, but after you left. After a week of us dating. She left me, she left me for Conrad. I wasn't enough, and it killed me, but her ending our summer fling. Yes we dated most of the summer, in secret of course. But I realized," he stopped. Chuckling nervously.

"You what?" you asked slowly, carefully, like you were afraid he would run away. Carly Rae jepsen's lyrics ringing in your head 🎵But I still love you I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you🎵

"I realized, Belly is not the girl for me, I'll always love her but she'll never compare. She'll never compare to you, you y/n y/m/n y/l/n are the girl of my dreams" he finished.

"Me?"

"Yes you. I'm in love with you, and if you don't feel the same ever again, I understand"

"Jeremiah, you stupid idiot. I'm in love with you too!!" You responded, a teary smile on your face. You leaned in and kissed him. His hand on the back of your head, his other resting on your hip, pulling you closer. Your hands resided in his messy curls.

"I'll love you forever & always y/n" Jere spoke pulling away from your lips.

"Forever & always" you responded, giggling and reconnecting your lips. Standing on the beach of Cousins, your summer fairytale.

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#Spotify #jere 🧸#jeremiah fisher x you #jeremiah fisher x y/n #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #belly x jeremiah #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #fanfiction #baby queen #carly rae jepsen

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pars-ley · 3 years

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Try again

Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub for @yutasgalaxy really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk @vantxx95

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of.

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face.

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here?

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed.

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either.

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both.

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back."

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more.

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed.

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him.

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely.

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marwritesgood · 4 years

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Betty | J. Byers

Pairing: Jonathan x Reader

Timeframe: Season 2 AU

Summary: [Based on Betty - Taylor Swift] Back from summer break, Jonathan must face the consequences of his actions and try to win back Y/n.

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A/N: folklore and evermore have been played on repeat in my home ever since they were first dropped, so i have a few more fics lined up based on their songs :)

betty was ofc the first song i wanted to write a fic about (bc the storyline is right there) and i felt jonathan was a perfect fit!

hope you enjoy this one for now x

Hawkins High School was not known for throwing good proms. Quite the opposite. Their proms were rarely well-organised, typically overcrowded, and always overhyped. Most students only attended the event just to go to the after-party, which would be held at Tina’s place this year.

This made prom appealing to a vast number of Hawkins High School students. Jonathan Byers was not one. However, against his better judgement, he reluctantly fished out the only suit he owned and made way into the Hawkins High School gymnasium, just to see Y/n one last time before she left to spend summer break with her grandmother in New York.

“You made it,” Y/n chirped as she approached Jonathan at the gym’s entrance. She placed her hands on the lapels of his coat and kissed him softly on the cheek. Jonathan’s cheek turned red as a sheepish grin grew apparent on his face.

Suddenly, he was no longer reluctant to stay at the prom but rather more than eager to oblige.

“C’mon, we gotta get our picture taken while there’s no line.” Y/n grabbed Jonathan’s shoulder and pulled him towards the photographer.

They were only juniors, and Y/n had every intention of dragging Jonathan to the school gym again for their senior prom, but she still wanted the memorabilia. As the photographer finished setting their camera up, Y/n turned to her prom date and smiled.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispered to him. “I know you’re not really into these kinds of things... so I’m really glad you came.”

“I am too,” Jonathan whispered.

His relationship with Y/n was one he had deemed to be filled with fear and uncertainty. While he was a social outcast, Y/n was a social butterfly. Jonathan thought it a pure miracle that their paths ever crossed in the first place. However, after Y/n held his hand, the night Will returned and continued to do so even after he tried to insist that he was ok, their stance as mere friends changed.

Their relationship progressed to something that neither of them had yet defined, but both were much enjoying. When they weren’t studying in the living room of his home, they were making out in his car, and Y/n was over at the Byers’ so frequently, Joyce bought an extra chair for their table just for her.

Y/n grinned before gripping Jonathan by his lapel and gently pulling him closer. He held his breath as she kissed him. Whether it was the way her vanilla chapstick tasted or the way she wrapped her arms around his neck, Jonathan loved the way Y/n kissed him.

The sound of the camera shuttering and the sight of its flash prompted the two to quickly pull apart. Y/n turned to the photographer before glancing back at Jonathan and smiling.

“All the photos are going to the yearbook club,” she explained. “Think you could put aside a copy of that of one for me?”

To answer her request, Jonathan smirked before leaning closer to her and kissing her softly. Y/n was beaming. She took hold of his hand, intertwined her fingers with his before heading towards the snack table.

She spent the next hour standing with him in a secluded corner within the gym. While Y/n was dying to greet her friends and classmates as they came in, she knew Jonathan came specifically for her and didn’t want to leave him alone. However, she soon felt that seeing him loosen up despite hating events like prom was worth it.

As the crowd grew, Jonathan tried not to succumb to his instincts. He tried to focus his attention on Y/n and away from how much he would instead be spending his Friday night at home instead of his school’s gym.

For the most part, it was working. The way her eyes lit up as she told him about her day and about all the tedious tasks she had to singlehandedly carry out as the leader of the prom committee made him forget about all the things that gave him grief.

However, their conversation was interrupted when a sophomore approached Y/n and whispered something about the lighting. Just as Jonathan feared, Y/n turned to him and frowned apologetically before explaining that she had to leave momentarily.

“I am so sorry,” she murmured. “I will be right back after. It should only take a minute.”

Jonathan, unable to hold it against Y/n that she was a bloody committed committee leader, nodded before glancing down at his half-empty cup of fruit punch. Suddenly, it became harder for him to ignore how desperately out of place he felt. From the conversations he could hear, it seemed he wasn’t the only one aware of this.

“Can you believe she went from Tommy H to that dork?” He heard Carol say to Tina. The two of them stood a decent distance away from Jonathan, but with nothing else to distract him, he subconsciously focused his attention so he could hear better.

“Meh,” Tina scoffed, glancing over to Jonathan before turning back to Carol. “I give it another week before she dumps him too?”

It was the source of his biggest insecurity in their relationship. Y/n had several boyfriends before Jonathan, all significantly more popular than he could have hoped to be. Yet, for him, Y/n was the first girl who even came close to being his girlfriend. It was part of the reason he hesitated so much to actually call her his girlfriend- the thought that he didn’t mean as much to her as she did to him.

Perhaps they were temporary, Jonathan thought. Maybe it would only be a matter of time before she got tired of standing in the secluded corner of a room filled with people just to accommodate him. Maybe she would move on to someone closer to her social standing. Maybe Y/n would go back to Tommy H, or Miles, or Steve.

The thought was enough to make him want to give in and leave. However, just as Jonathan discarded his cup in the trash and turned to leave, Y/n had returned and tugged his arm gently, prompting him to turn back.

“Hey, I’m sorry about that,” she said. “But good news... I gave the band leader five bucks to play a slow song next, so... do you wanna dance?”

Jonathan panned his eyes across the room and noticed several students glance at the two of them. Some turned back to their dates and laughed while others turned around and grimaced. While the likelihood they were reacting to something completely different was high, Jonathan could not shake the feeling that they were laughing at him. He could not bear the thought of dancing amongst them.

“Uhh-” Jonathan spoke as he turned back to Y/n. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

Y/n frowned. She knew Jonathan hated the crowds, but she hoped he would withstand one measly dance for her. For the better part of their relationship, she went out of her way to do the things he wanted. Y/n opted for nights in with him as opposed to parties at her friends’ places. She learned to enjoy dates with him from the comfort of his home and, at other times, his car. It did not seem unreasonable to Y/n to be upset that he wouldn’t dance with her.

“This is my last night in Hawkins before I leave for 10 weeks,” she stated sadly. “... and you don’t even wanna dance with me?”

“C-Could we,” Jonathan stuttered. “Could we just leave for a bit? Just get some air outside and then come back?”

“No, Jonathan, I can’t just leave,” Y/n replied in annoyance. “I’m responsible if something goes wrong... I kinda have to stay here until prom’s over.”

“I-I think I’ll go then,” Jonathan whispered after a moment of deliberation. “I’ll just go get some fresh air.”

“You would rather take a lap around the building than dance with me?” Y/n was past hiding how hurt she was.

Jonathan knew how hard she worked to organise their school’s prom and how excited she was to have him as her date. Not to mention, she had dropped more than enough overt hints that she wanted one dance with him, at the very least.

“Fine,” Y/n scoffed, not wanting to start up an argument with Jonathan on what was supposed to be a good night for her. “I’m gonna go get some punch.”

“Y/n,” Jonathan said as he tried to reach for her hand to keep her from leaving. She moved away before he could do so and headed towards the punch bowl.

He frowned before leaving. Perhaps the air outside would help him clear his head, he figured. Maybe being away from all his classmates’ faces will help him cast aside his doubts about his relationship with Y/n.

When Y/n reached the punch bowl, she poured out two cups, despite being upset with Jonathan. Once she returned to the secluded spot she and Jonathan initially stood at, her train of thought was quickly interrupted by Steve Harrington.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised to see the over-enthusiastic prom committee leader standing alone and sad at her own event. “I thought by now you and Byers would be making out.”

“Funny,” Y/n stated sarcastically. Steve and she were not initially the closest of friends. However, after he dropped Tommy H and his posse, and after Nancy dumped his sorry ass, he became a decent guy. One that would eventually become Y/n’s closest friend.

“I’m serious,” he insisted. “Isn’t this your favourite song?... Thought for sure you two would be sucking faces in the middle of the gym.”

Y/n laughed at Steve’s cluelessness. Their making out was strictly reserved for the front seat of Jonathan’s car. Not to mention, he was not the type of person who would do that, nor was she the type to make him do that. Her laughter was cut short, however, when she remembered what had happened.

“I asked him if he wanted to dance, and he said he wanted to get some air,” she explained sadly.

Steve frowned. While he and Jonathan were not on the best of terms, he appreciated how happy he made Y/n and subsequently went from hating the guy to feeling indifferent about him.

“He was probably just overwhelmed,” Steve reasoned, trying to give Jonathan the benefit of the doubt. “We both know this isn’t really his scene, so maybe that’s why he needed to get some air.”

Y/n was silent as she thought about it.

“He’ll be back,” Steve said reassuringly, just as the slow song ended and the band began to play a fast-paced one. He grinned at his best friend before taking her cups of punch and placing them on the nearest table. “But until then, I’m not gonna let you sit here and wallow.”

Before Y/n could protest, Steve grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the centre of the gym. As she turned back to return to where she stood, Steve began doing what Y/n could only assume was his best attempt at breakdancing.

She broke into a fit of laughter before giving in and dancing alongside him, too distracted to notice Jonathan standing at the entrance. Without waiting another moment, he turned back around and headed outside. Jonathan had wandered around the halls before realising that he should not have left Y/n alone when she was clearly upset.

However, the sight of her laughing and dancing with Steve Harrington of all people was enough to prompt him to leave. This was it, he told himself. The moment he hoped would never come, where Y/n leaves him behind for someone else.

Jonathan frowned at the broken cobblestones beneath his feet as his mind circled back to Y/n. He thought of how much he loved the taste of her chapstick. How much he loved it when she wore her favourite cardigan. How happy it made him when she came over for dinner early to help Will catch up on his school work and help his mom cook.

As he turned the corner and headed for his street, a familiar vehicle pulled up beside him. Jonathan was alarmed when he turned but quickly sighed in relief when he realised it was not a kidnapper or a murderer, but only Nancy Wheeler.

“Get in,” she ordered after rolling her window down.

Jonathan thought for a moment.

The last time he and Nancy talked, she had just broken up with Steve and confessed that she had feelings for Jonathan. It drove a wrench between her friendship with Y/n, who, though she would never admit it to Jonathan, had always felt insecure when it came to Nancy. Her confessing her feeling to Jonathan, despite knowing that he and Y/n saw each other, drove her to her breaking point.

Y/n no longer considered Nancy, a friend.

However, for Jonathan, it was much more complicated. Nancy was someone he had harboured feelings for years, long before he even knew Y/n. Her confession took him by surprise. His affections had already absolved after he started seeing Y/n, but part of him oftentimes humoured the thought that perhaps things would be different if he had not been assigned Y/n as his biology partner.

He was also conflicted because Nancy was also there when Will came back. The three of them were inseparable when they tried to get to the bottom of Will’s disappearance, so Jonathan still felt he owed an outstanding debt to Nancy.

“Jonathan,” Nancy called out. “Get in.”

The image of Y/n dancing with Steve and having a better time at prom than she ever could have with Jonathan clouded his judgment. In his mind, they were as good as broken up. If it weren’t Steve, it would eventually be a guy from New York that Y/n would leave him for. Had she even realised he left?

“Ok,” Jonathan whispered before opening Nancy’s car door.

***

The 10 weeks could not have passed by quickly enough. After not seeing or hearing from Jonathan since he left the school prom, Y/n was eager to get back to Hawkins and talk to him. Her being upset that he did not want to dance became merely water under the bridge.

Y/n arrived back in Hawkins on her first day back at school. Her mother dropped her off in the school parking lot. She scanned the vehicles in search of Jonathan’s car but to no avail. Not wanting to stand around in disappointment, Y/n opted to head inside and grab her books from her locker.

She greeted several of her classmates and teachers on her way in. Once she finally reached her locker, she began rummaging through it.

It was a disorganised mess for the most part, but Y/n made an effort to keep her locker door neat and minimalistic. It was simply adorned with a few polaroids- some of her and her friends and plenty of her with Jonathan.

When Y/n finally found her history textbook, she slammed her locker shut and immediately jumped at the sight of Tina standing by her locker with Carol at her side.

“There you are, Y/n,” Tina murmured. Her tone was soft and empathetic, which was the very reason Y/n couldn’t trust it. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Jonathan... Carol and I are here for you.”

“What are you talking about, Tina?” Y/n deadpanned. While they were technically friends, Y/n trusted Carol and Tina about as far she could either of throw them.

“Well after I heard what happened, I just assumed you had already broken up with him or vice versa,” Tina explained. She turned to Carol momentarily and smirked mockingly. “- I mean, that’s what any self-respecting person would do.”

As the two of them cackled, Y/n furrowed her brows and thought hard about what she could possibly be referring to. She looked across the hall and realised that most of her classmates were staring right back at her during their conversations. Was there something she missed while she was in New York?

“Oh,” Tina huffed when Y/n stood silent in confusion. “Honey, I’m sorry... I thought you knew already.”

“Knew what?” Y/n asked.

“Jonathan and Nancy,” Tina stated, and that was all Y/n needed to know. She was about to question how Tina knew, especially considering how infamous she was for spreading false rumours. However, Carol beat her to it.

“I saw them kissing in her car on my way to the prom afterparty,” she added.

Y/n was frozen for a moment as she tried to process what she had just learned. Once she was somewhat grounded again, she nodded curtly at Tina and Carol before storming back out of the school building. Just as she hoped, Jonathan had arrived in the school parking lot, prompting Y/n to march angrily towards him.

She was floating between anger and hurt. After dancing with Steve, Y/n insisted on standing around and waiting for Jonathan to come back. When he never did, she decided it was best not to bother him. The thought of him being too busy making out with Nancy to say goodbye to her before summer break left her feeling sick. Did she really mean so little to him?

“Hey,” Jonathan whispered, smiling unsuspectingly as Y/n approached him. When he realised she was glaring at him, his confusion grew.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” Y/n barked. “You and Nancy?... I had to hear from fucking Tina of all people.”

“Y/n-”

“You know, at first, I didn’t know what to think because who can believe a word she says?” Y/n bellowed, her eyebrows knitting tighter as she grew progressively angrier. “But it was all adding up... Me not hearing from you after you left the gym that night. Not even after I wrote to you from New York or stopped by your house before leaving for the summer. Because it was true... wasn’t it, Jonathan?”

“Yes,” he sighed regretfully. “... it’s true.”

Within an instant, Y/n scoffed loudly and began walking away from him in the opposite direction from the school building. Jonathan grabbed her elbow and gripped it just tightly enough to keep her from leaving.

“Y/n, let me explain,” he pleaded. She turned around and glared coldly at him.

“Gimme one reason why I shouldn’t key the side of your car right now.”

Jonathan huffed defeatedly. It was not like he did not deserve it, he thought. Ever since he kissed Nancy, the guilt slowly ate away at him for the entire duration of summer.

“It was stupid, and I wasn’t thinking straight,” Jonathan explained rapidly, leading Y/n to roll her eyes. “-And I actually came back to the gym.”

“Oh, you came back?” Y/n repeated in a sarcastically enthusiastic tone. “Then why didn’t you stay? Why didn’t you look for me?”

“Because I saw you dancing with Steve,” Jonathan answered, matching Y/n’s volume.

“Oh my god,” Y/n groaned.

“And I saw how happy you looked, and I just,” Jonathan cried. “I just felt so intimidated and insecure because, before that, you had spent most of your night huddled in that corner just trying to keep me company-”

“- Because that was my choice,” Y/n argued. “Because I wanted to spend my night with you... And you know that Steve and I are only friends, so that doesn’t explain why you just left again without telling me.”

“I just got scared because I thought I was gonna get hurt, and I-” Jonathan responded honestly. He thought being truthful would help his case, but he only dug himself more in-depth into the hole he was in. “... I just thought maybe you meant more to me than I did to you.”

Y/n’s eyes darkened as she stepped back, taken by complete surprise. She could understand why he may have not been overjoyed at the sight of her and Steve dancing at prom, but she could not understand this.

“You don’t think I care about you as much you care about me? Are you kidding me, Jonathan?” Y/n scrutinised, her voice lowered. Jonathan bowed his head sheepishly. “Ok, then you should know I was the one who asked Mr Anderson to assign you as my biology partner... because I thought you were cute, and I wanted to get to know you better.”

There went Jonathan’s initial theory that his crossing paths with Y/n were a miracle and with it any grounds he had for believing she was not invested in their relationship. He realised the irony in thinking she was the one who cared less.

“And I can’t count the number of times I was scared to death last winter when we fought against scientists and inter-dimensional monsters,” Y/n continued. “- but I knew how much you cared about your mom and about Will, and I cared about you, so I stuck by you.”

Any other sane person would have bolted at first sight of danger, Jonathan thought. But not Y/n. Even when her parents threatened to ground her for a year, she continued to help Jonathan get to the bottom of his brother’s disappearance.

“And I only started tutoring Will because I knew you had your hands full with your own schoolwork,” Y/n added. “- and because I knew it meant a lot to you that he felt comfortable around me, so it was also my attempt at getting to know him better.”

Jonathan initially helped Will catch up on his schoolwork, having been the only other person he really trusted and let his guard down around. However, after noticing the toll it was taking on his own grades, Y/n insisted on stepping in. It wasn’t long before Will opened up to her as well, and Jonathan loved watching the two of them laugh over his math homework.

He felt like an idiot for forgetting all she did for him and his family.

“Oh, and if it wasn’t already clear just how pathetically much I care about you... here.”

Y/n reached into her bag and pulled out a small wrapped box before aggressively handing it to Jonathan. He cautiously unwrapped it and discovered the new camera Y/n had bought for him in New York with the money she saved from her part-time job. When Jonathan looked up again and went to apologise profusely to Y/n, she had already turned around and began walking.

“Where are you going?” he asked worriedly, following after her. Y/n turned around and narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m kinda the laughing stock of Hawkins right now,” she stated bitterly. “So I’m gonna walk home.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Save it,” she hissed. “You know... You say you were scared of getting hurt by me. But I spent that night worried sick about whether or not you made it home ok, while you were out kissing another girl.”

Not just any girl, she thought to herself, Nancy Wheeler of all people. He had to have known how much that would have hurt, Y/n thought. Unfortunately, he did not. Jonathan realised just how little thought he actually gave towards Y/n and her feelings. If anything, all he thought about was how he could salvage his feelings if she broke up with him, which she did not. Nonetheless, that did not stop Y/n from getting one last word in.

“So go fuck yourself, Jonathan.”

***

Weeks had passed since Y/n and Jonathan last spoke.

Since then, she switched her homeroom and biology classes to avoid having to sit in the same room as him. While he was desperate to talk to her and try to make things right between them, Jonathan also wanted to give Y/n space. However, this all came to an end when he caught wind of a party she was hosting at her house and decided to make one last attempt at making it up to her. That was the only thing he wanted to do.

With his hands in the pocket of his jeans, he paced across the patio of Y/n’s home. The party had just finished, and he waited down the street for the majority of his classmates to leave before he worked up the courage to approach her home.

For weeks, he had exhausted every possible thing he could say to Y/n to try and apologise for what he had done. To try to express just how much he cared about her despite being so foolish.

When he finally approached her front door, it finally began to sink in. He wondered how she would react to seeing him, especially after avoiding him for weeks. Would she trust him enough to give him a chance to explain himself? Or would she tell him to go fuck himself like she did last time?

Before he could fall further down that sinkhole, Jonathan knocked three times on the wooden door and waited anxiously for Y/n to answer it. As he tried to keep himself calm, the door swung open.

“Jonathan?”

She was wearing a cardigan over a jean and a t-shirt. Her hair was slightly dishevelled from what Jonathan assumed was rapidly trying to clean up her home before her parent’s got back the next morning.

“What are you doing here?”

“Can- Uhm...” Jonathan coughed to clear his throat. “Can we talk?... Please?”

Y/n hesitated to respond. She had mustered up enough enthusiasm and energy to host a party. Talking to Jonathan threatened that. However, when she noticed how antsy Jonathan looked and weary-eyed he was, she sighed before nodding.

Closing the door behind her, Y/n walked Jonathan to the front corner of her home. They stood on the pavement just in front of her mother’s garden, away from the earshot of the few people still inside and illuminated only by the street light. Y/n waited in silent for Jonathan to speak.

“You have every right not to listen to me and not to forgive me, but,” Jonathan sighed. “But I don’t like Nancy... Not as anything more than a friend, and nowhere near as much as I like you.”

“Then why’d you kiss her?” Y/n asked.

She had spent the better part of the fast few weeks letting out all of the anger she felt. All she had now were questions. Whether or not it was merely for closure or to rationalise forgiving Jonathan, Y/n had yet to decide.

“I overheard Tina say that they thought it would only be a matter of time before you break up with me,” Jonathan explained. “And it just... just messed with my head because they weren’t the only ones who thought that. Everyone at school did... even me.”

Y/n frowned. She had never really given much thought to what others said about her relationship with Jonathan, mainly because she was used to being the topic of conversation at their high school. Perhaps she was oblivious to how new this must have been him.

“You’re the first girl I’ve ever really liked like this,” he admitted. “And I didn’t know anything about what to do when people were counting down the days before you dumped me. Or what to do when I felt scared because of how ridiculously amazing you are... or scared about how close you are with Steve or about anything.”

Jonathan sighed. While he hated that he felt the way he did, Jonathan knew that Y/n deserved the truth. She deserved to know what led him to do what he did, even if it was not something he was proud of.

“All I know is that I miss you,” Jonathan whispered. “And that I really messed up.”

“I wish you had told me,” Y/n sniffled. “If you had told me how you felt, things could’ve gone differently, you know.”

He had, in fact, come to that realisation. Unfortunately, he did so too late. By the time Joyce pointed out the importance of communication in relationships to him, he had explained what happened between him and Y/n; it was too late to do anything. That was when Y/n became deadset on avoiding him, and understandably so, he believed.

“I know that Steve’s been a real jerk to you in the past, so I get why you felt scared that we’re best friends now,” Y/n said honestly. “And I know Tina and Carol can be a lot, so I also know how hard it is to not let them get inside your head.”

Y/n had her fair share of moments where Tina’s rumours clouded her judgement and led her to make decisions she quickly regretted. She wasn’t angry that Jonathan fell subject to the same fate. She was hurt that he left her in the dark about it.

“I’ve missed you too,” she sighed admittedly. “And I’m happy you’re here... But it still really hurts that you trusted everyone else’s opinions more than you trusted me. You were never some temporary fix for me, Jonathan. I really liked you and really cared about you... I still do.”

Her last words made Jonathan’s heart skip a few beats. He was unsure what he did to get a girl like Y/n to care about him so much, even despite his mistakes. However, he was not going to continue to take it for granted.

“What I did to you was the worst thing I have ever done,” Jonathan stated. “And I am so sorry, Y/n. All I wanna do is make it up to you.”

Y/n stared at him intently. He seemed sincere, she thought. He was far different from the guys she dated before, which was part of the reason she first liked him. Despite everything he did, Y/n trusted he meant what he had said to her. After a moment’s deliberation, she sighed.

“You can start tonight,” Y/n replied, smiling as she watched Jonathan’s face light up. “If you stick around and help me clean up, we can eat the rest of the ice cream while you catch me up on what I’ve missed... I heard Will and the kids dressed up as the ghostbusters for Halloween.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan laughed before stopping in his tracks. “Uhm- actually, before we go inside... I wanna give you this.”

He handed her a small copy of their photo from prom. She smiled at the of them kissing, utterly unaware that the photographer was about to take their picture. For all the heartbreak that came afterwards, prom night started off on a really good foot.

“I didn’t know if you still wanted me to put aside the copy for you, but I figured I-”

Y/n cut Jonathan’s sentence off short when she leaned forwards and gently kissed the side of his cheek. Taken aback, he found himself speechless and smiling like a fool. Whatever it took, Jonathan thought; Whatever hoops he needed to jump through, he was going to do it all.

“C’mon,” Y/n grinned before taking hold of his hand.

Jonathan was still not sure how things would go for them.

Would she trust him enough to go on an actual date with him? Would she eventually decide they were better off as friends? All of this remained uncertain to him. However, as Y/n guided Jonathan into her house and smiled as they spent the night disposing of red solo cups and watching dishes, one thing was clear. She was giving him another chance to make things right between them.

And that was more than he could have hoped for.

#jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things #jonathan byers #inspired by folklore / evermore #taylor swift

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finchleaf · 3 years

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howdy! sorry i've been away for so long; i've been visiting family here in turkey but i'm gonna try to start this blog back up :) for now it'll mostly be journal pics

24th july - would you prefer your summer to be shorter or longer?

honestly? maybe a bit shorter. i feel like the days tend to blur together during summer break and not having school to focus on seems to make my mental health even worse :/ anyways! i'm very excited for senior year as you can tell haha

answering the rest down below!

1st July - What are your plans for this summer?

lots of traveling, working as a camp counselor in august, makin some sweet sweet money to save up for college, playing the new sims expansion pack (!!), and hanging out with friends as much as possible before schoolwork begins to bury me alive again :)

2nd July - Do you have a specific goal for this summer?

i want to study really well for my sat in late august!! (i’ve already made some great progress) also i want to get a lot of college app stuff out of the way (write some more practice essays bc i don’t like my current one, get my letters of rec in place, figure out my major, etc)

3rd July - Do you have a lot of work to do for school, university or your job this summer?

ooo ok we have to read a book and write an assignment for it for ap lit this year (except i think we start that once we get back to school?). also i need to do a bunch of summer hw for ap calc, but that’s pretty much it! and then i have a job for 2 weeks in august (as mentioned above hehe)

4th July - What is the most important task that you need to complete this summer?

probably college app stuff ahhh don’t want to even think about it anymore

5th July - Do you have any special plans or activities for this summer?

traveling to turkey to see my family!! staying in a couple of villas (there’s a lot of us!) and then my grandma’s old summer apartment for ~5 days

6th July - What do you usually do during the summer? Is anything different this year?

going to turkey! a lifelong tradition since i was a lil baby :) last year we couldn’t go so this year’s extra special. also my first time doin a summer job!!

7th July - What did you do during the summer when you were a young child?

^^^ same as above haha

8th July - What’s your happiest summer memory from your childhood?

ooh probably one of the many from my grandma’s little summer apartment here. i have an 11 yo cousin so we share a lot of memories like running to buy our anneanne her newspaper in the convenience store downstairs, finding fish underwater at the local beach, staying up late gorging on magnum ice cream bars :)

9th July - Do you usually go on vacation during the summer?

yup

10th July - What is the best vacation you have ever been on? (note: doesn’t have to be a summer vacation)

oooh one time after flying into istanbul to stay with aforementioned cousin and my aunt, we all traveled to london for about a week! i loved that so so much, we never could really afford to go anywhere else for vacation so that was super memorable for me.

11th July - What is your favourite vacation memory?

swimming with my family in oludeniz, (called “blue lagoon”) a super pretty beach area. we swam to a little island and then jumped off its cliff :)))

12th July - What is the worst vacation you have ever been on?

oh god ok vomit tw for this one but one time my aunt, cousin, mom, and i traveled back to istanbul after staying at my grandma’s in ayvalik and we had to take a boat for a couple of hours. everyone on the boat (and it was a big one) for some reason started vomiting everywhere. i was i think the only one who wasn’t sick so it was hell haha

13th July - What is your dream vacation?

like a month-long roadtrip around france!!!! i’ve wanted to go there since i was in elementary school

14th July - Would you rather stay in one resort for a month or travel across the country for one month?

definitely travel cross country omg

15th July - Are there any special events for you in the summer? (for example, birthdays, festivals, etc.)

bayram!! bayram is sick you get money for kissing the older people in your family sjfdsjj

16th July - Do you have any summer traditions?

renting a villa with the entire family!

17th July - What is your typical daily routine in the summer?

at home, i usually wake up anywhere from 7am to 10am, take my dog for 2+ walks, read a ton, and avoid work ;)

18th July - How do you stay motivated during the summer? (for example, to study)

it’s pretty tough! i’m hoping to study daily in my town’s library for my sat once i get back home in august. i think that’ll be pretty handy!

19th July - Do you stay indoors or outdoors more in the summer?

oh outdoors there’s no ac here so we’re constantly heading over to the beach

but at home in the us, probably indoors

20th July - Are you a ‘summer person’?

nOOOOOO i love any season/month that allows me to wear sweaters and pants, so obviously i’m not a big fan of summer

21st July - What is an unpopular opinion that you have about summer?

oh hm i’m not sure... most of the women in my family always wear bikinis when we go to the beach and i just really hate them? idk haha

also i think summer camps are kinda weird but that’s probably because i never went to one as a kid

22nd July - What does summer feel like where you live?

rather cool in the later afternoon. i also love how it smells there-- lots of freshly-cut lawns, grills constantly being used, the hydrangeas in our backyard

23rd July - Would you prefer summer to be hotter or colder than it usually is for you?

oh huh it can get reaaally hot midday so it would be nice if it was a bit cooler

#flpost #journal #lookrylie #studyvan #sonderstudy #philologystudies #myhoneststudyblr #heyzainab #heypeachblossom #athenastudying #jeonchemstudy #summer studying challenge

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satoruvt · 4 years

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for a moment i forget to worry

pairing → xu minghao x reader

word count → 3196

genre → fluff + angst, college au ↳ tags: strangers to friends to lovers </3, college kinda sux, ROOMMATE CHAN MAKES AN APPEARANCE OR TWO, dance major minghao, reader is completely lost but its ok who isnt, lots of cute couple stuff, pov ur entire relationship with minghao. thats it, a sad break up scene, a solid amount of crying

summary → there’s something about minghao. maybe it’s the way he dances, vibrant and youthful, or maybe it’s the way he loves you. based off of hunger by florence + the machine.

warnings → i hint at sex but its pretty vague, i also mention a breakdown type deal (revolving around school/life after school)

a/n → first of all this was NOT supposed to be 3k words i dont know how it happened. second of all i’m only kind of happy with this HAHA i feel like the story itself isnt bad but i wanted it to match the song more ... idk :/ i hope u guys like it regardless !!!

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The first time you see him is by accident.

Really - all you’re doing is trying to find Chan. You’re passing by the practice rooms, looking into them in hope he’ll be there, stopping to gaze at decorations and medals and trophies lined up on the walls. It’s when you approach a room that music plays from that you think you’ve found Chan, but when you gaze in, it’s definitely not him.

You don’t know who it is, but he moves like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

It’s hypnotizing, almost makes you want to drop your things and dance with him. There’s a sense of youth that comes from him and it’s almost overwhelming - but it’s not in energy, necessarily, but rather from the precision of his movements, the technicalities that he seems to both follow and break at the same time. Something vibrant seeps out between the seams of his body, colors you can barely recognize as they splash against anything they can reach. It’s almost tangible.

You watch him long enough for him to finish his performance (an unknowing one) with the last notes of a song you forgot was even playing. His eyes meet with yours, slow as he completes an eloquent turn, and at the same time, a hand meets your shoulder.

A small wave of embarrassment washes over you, and you turn towards whoever touched you, effectively breaking eye contact. “What are you doing here?” Chan asks, hair still wet from what you assume was a shower.

“Looking for you,” you tell him, following as he starts to walk towards the exit. “I wanted lunch, and you owe me for that time I took your British literature quiz for you.”

Chan groans but agrees to pay, and you laugh, though the world seems a little paler than it did a few moments ago.

The second time you see him is by chance.

(Maybe.)

You’re waiting for a lecture to start, tapping your fingers against your laptop idly as you watch students trickle in last minute. It’s not a strict course, but it does start at nine in the morning, and most everyone shows up with a coffee.

You look down to brush a stray hair off of your table, and when you look up again, the dancer from before walks through the door, then looks right at you.

You feel a blush heat your face and it’s like he wants to make sure that you know that he knows, because he almost refuses to look away. You break eye contact first (like the last time, you remember for no reason) but still watch as his figure moves up the stairs, past the rows, and you hope he’ll just move past you too…

He doesn’t. He takes the empty seat right next to yours, and you don’t say anything, instead finding the peeling sticker on your laptop incredibly interesting. The professor comes in and decides that today he’ll take extra long to set everything up, apparently, and you want to scream.

“So,” the dancer says, voice quiet. It takes your breath away, the way he sounds. “Mind if I ask why you were watching me the other day?”

You cast a glance at him - not too long, you don’t think you could handle more than five seconds tops - and finally open your laptop so it makes you look busy. “I was waiting for a friend.”

“And?”

The smile in his voice is palpable. You’re already exasperated.

“You…” you start, finally deciding to look at him as some sort of subconscious power move. “You’re a beautiful dancer. It was hard not to watch.”

Beautiful doesn’t even cover half of it, but you figure he already thinks you’re weird for watching him, so you hold back the thoughts of youth and vibrancy and color. The dancer looks at you, almost blank for a moment, before a soft smile draws itself on his face. It makes your heart beat a little faster. He says “thank you” with a gentle tone, sincerely felt.

The class starts, and the two of you don’t speak throughout the next hour and a half. You type out notes on your laptop and you see him write down names of the paintings being shown on the projector, little thoughts and notes written afterwards.

By the end of class, your professor assigns an optional partnered project, and you’re more than prepared to head back to your apartment and start on it yourself. The dancer stops you before you leave, however, asks if you’d like to be his partner.

(And he says it like that, would you like to be my partner, polite and somehow sweet.)

You know your answer. “I don’t even know your name,” you stall, standing from your chair.

“Minghao,” he tells you. “I’m Minghao, and I’d like for you to be my partner.”

You say yes easily, put your number into his contacts even easier. The sky is blue when you leave the lecture hall, trees dotted with pink and purple flowers, and it is all so bright that you forget it wasn’t this way in the first place.

The third time you see him is for school.

Underneath the excitement of giving Minghao your number, there is the knowledge that it’s for the sake of an assignment. He texts you the day after to ask if you’re free to meet up to work and you tell him sure.

(Sure is what you send back, but he doesn’t have to know that you burst into Chan’s room immediately after, plunging face first into his bed just to scream into his pillows. Chan had sighed, turned around in his desk chair to look at you, then asked what happened. He gave you two minutes to rant and then kicked you out, back to your own room.)

You and Minghao agreed to meet at the library on a day that neither of you had any afternoon classes, and you get there early, spend some time working on other classes. You have somewhere around thirty minutes to freak out to yourself before you see Minghao come in, dressed like he knows what he’s doing to you (which is really just a hoodie and jeans, but you think it’s the cap that really pulls the whole boyfriend look together), smiling when he finds you at a table in the corner.

“How are you?” is the first thing he says when he sits down, and you pull down your laptop screen a little to see him better.

“I’m good,” you say, feeling your heart pound. “What about you?”

Minghao sends you a kind smile. “Really good. Should we get started?”

You lose count of how many times you see him after that.

Meeting up to work on the project soon becomes just meeting up, and after the project’s done and turned in, it happens even more. You hang out and get lunch, send each other texts and stupid videos, take walks around campus together. The weeks pass, summer mellows into fall, then into the early days of winter. You develop a genuine friendship with him, finding comfort in his presence, looking for him wherever you go.

(Although the crush is still there, potent and patient, stubborn in a way you’ve never experienced before. You wonder if it’s a sign of some sort.)

You’re in one of the practice rooms with him, sitting in the corner. You had a class nearby and he’d wanted to practice a little more, so you told him you’d work on your own stuff while he finished up and then the two of you could grab something to eat.

But you made a small error on your part - the dancing. You’d forgotten the way he moves (you haven’t seen him dance since that first time) and in no time at all you’re letting your screen go dark in front of you and watching him. Honestly, it’s not your fault, you really can’t help it.

But of course he notices.

Minghao meets your eyes through the mirror and raises his eyebrows at you, and all you can do is look away, desperately try to get your laptop up and running again so at least it seems like you weren’t watching him for too long.

“You’re staring,” he says, long after you’ve looked away.

“Sorry,” you tell him anyways, immediate, quick.

Then he says, “I never said anything about stopping.”

In a second, you look up from your laptop and up at him. He moves closer, crouches in front of you. His eyes are kind - they’re never not - but you think you see something a little more in them. “Sorry, I think I missed that last part,” you respond, blinking. Minghao smiles like you’re endearing.

“I said I want you to keep looking at me.”

You think you’re barely breathing when he shuts your laptop for you, slides it off of your lap and onto the floor (gently, with care, and it’s a wonder to you how he can focus on that right now). He practically crawls over you, one of his hands eventually reaching the junction of your jaw and neck and holding there. “I’m gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay,” he says, but doesn’t move. You nod as soon as his words reach your brain, eager and quick.

And the next few hours get a little wound up in your head, a little mixed in with the feeling of his body - that moves so youthfully, with so much vibrancy that it reaches everything around you - melting into yours and the sound of him asking you to tell me what you need, honey, and the still-playing slow jam music he was practicing to.

You watch him sleep next to you, hand curled around yours against his pillows, and think that nothing bad could ever touch him.

The two of you… come together, after that.

Neither you nor Minghao use any proper labels, but you both seem to know. No labels are needed, really. You have each other and that’s all there is to it. And everything is really good.

You work together and laugh together like you’ve always known each other. He tries to teach you to dance with him when you’re in the practice room with him, pulls you up by your hands and guides you through your giggles. He was the first person you called when you realized that you had no idea what you were working towards, didn’t have a clue what you actually wanted to do with your life. He gets along well with your friends and you text his because they’re basically yours, now, too.

Winter turns back into spring, slow and easy. Vibrant and youthful. You’re not able to meet Minghao’s parents, but he meets yours (and you’re sure a quick introduction to his mom over a FaceTime call has to count for something). The two of you take advantage of the newfound warmth of the season and try to get out as much as you’re able to, with picnics and city dates and anything you can think of. A drawer in his dresser is reserved for your things, you bought an extra toothbrush for him to use when he stays over.

You watch him dance. It still feels like the first time, like color and breathlessness. You tell him he’s beautiful every time, feel yourself fall a little deeper when he still gets bashful amidst his comedown. You tell him you love him for the first time after he gets done with a performance - a proper one, for a showcase of the dance club he’s in. He says it back.

You think he put all the stars in the sky just for the two of you to gaze at them together.

Things shift the beginning of your junior year.

Minghao tells you about a program he’s applying to, a proper dance academy in New York that could really kickstart his career. Training under some of the best choreographers and performers in the world.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask him after he tells you, and he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. You’re studying at his apartment tonight.

“It’s just…” he frowns. “It’s so far away, you know?”

Oh. You hadn’t even thought about that, too caught up in the excitement of him being able to apply at all. A quick sigh leaves your lips, and then you reach for his hand, hold it between both of your own.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, though now that you’re thinking about it, you feel nervousness in the pit of your stomach. “We can work something out, though, when we get that far. We’ll figure it out.”

Minghao nods, a fond look in his eyes. He pulls one of your hands to his lips. “We’ll think about it if I even get accepted,” he says.

It’s bittersweet, but a promise nonetheless.

Fifteen minutes after you get a call from Minghao, there’s a knock on your door.

You wouldn’t necessarily say you’re worried, but, well. Everyone’s experienced the jump of anxiety when they get hit with the “I want to talk to you about something” line. Nonetheless, you stand from the couch to open the door, mentally preparing yourself for any and everything.

“Hey,” you greet when you see Minghao, opening the door to let him in. His face is unreadable. “Everything okay?”

He walks a few steps into your apartment, waits for you to close the door before turning back around to face you. Then he holds up a piece of paper, the creases from where it was folded still bending. You send him a confused look.

“I got in,” he says, a grin breaking on his face, and you blink, then feel your jaw practically hit the floor. Minghao only nods like he understands, and before you know what you’re doing, you launch yourself at him, holding him close.

“Oh my god, Hao, that’s amazing,” you say into his sweater, then step back to get a proper look at him. Youthful, vibrant. “I’m so proud of you.”

He seems to soften at your words, pulls you back into him again with a gentle kiss to your head. “Thank you for believing in me,” he tells you, tenderness palpable in his voice. All you can do is squeeze him tighter.

Minghao spends a lot of time away from you after that.

You’re not really hurt in any way - even though he got into the academy in New York, he still has to practice. You get it, this is important. He doesn’t text you as often, isn’t able to stop by as much, and you miss him, but you know how much this means for him. But it gets… weird, almost, after a while. Strange, even for him. It feels weird that he’s set to leave at the end of January and it’s December and he’s distant.

Both of you are laying in your bed, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, when you decide to bring it up. “You’ve been… kinda far away lately,” you start, nudging him with your shoulder gently. “Everything okay?”

His eyes stay on your ceiling, but you feel the way he sighs. “It’s about the program,” he says.

“Okay.”

“And about… you and me.”

Oh. That doesn’t… sound the best. “About, like… what we’re gonna do?”

Minghao nods.

You say, “I wouldn’t mind visiting every so often. It’d be hard, but I’m sure we could find something to work.”

Minghao shakes his head, says, “no.”

You pause, and when you look at him he’s already looking at you. What does he mean by no? Does he want you to move with him? Or does he -

He reaches for your hand and you think oh.

His eyes are a little glassy. You feel the tears come, too.

“Oh,” you say out loud. Minghao squeezes your hand. “So this is… this is it?”

Your room is suddenly cold, and you want to crawl under the covers and stay there. The person in front of you is blurred into something unrecognizable, but you can’t be bothered to blink away your tears.

“I think so, love,” he whispers back to you. “I think it has to be.”

The two of you cry like that for a while. In your bed, loosely intertwined and broken. Even the way Minghao cries carries a kind of vibrancy that’s overwhelming, makes you think of the first time you saw him so long ago, and now -

When you manage to get a better grip on yourself, you ask him if you can still see him off at the airport. He says, “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”

Then you ask if you can kiss him again. He responds by kissing you first.

And it’s sad, it tastes like salt and sorrow and you feel like the promises you never got the chance to make are broken. It feels like the most beautiful blue you’ve ever seen, and you know it’s only a branch of Minghao’s color.

He leaves soon after that, pulls on his shoes and his coat and turns around at the door to give you a tired smile. After he’s gone, you drag yourself to Chan’s bedroom, and once he sees the state you’re in, he offers up one side of his bed. Neither of you say anything, but the friendly reassurance of his hand in yours says enough.

You don’t fail to notice that everything seems to be washed out, a blandness you’re not used to.

The last time you see him is at the airport.

It’s a cold day, despite being sunny. The airport offers little warmth, but you figure it doesn’t matter. You won’t be here for long.

It doesn’t take you very long to find Minghao - you still look for him wherever you go, even if you’re not looking for him. Even then, it’s still so easy for you to find him, to pinpoint that vibrancy, that youth. He’s talking to a few others, you think you met them. Soonyoung and Jun.

Minghao meets your eyes and you freeze, but then he waves you over with a gentle smile. You follow like you think you always will.

You greet Soonyoung and Jun and the four of you talk, albeit a little awkwardly, even when Soonyoung tries his hardest to lighten the mood. Eventually he has to leave, and Jun follows with a shy goodbye. They both hug Minghao before they go.

You’re not sure what to say, but after a minute, you find words. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you,” you tell him, a little selfishly.

Minghao says, “you’ll do good. I know you will. I’m not worried about you.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time, and you think he’ll give you a stiff and sad goodbye, but he steps a little closer to you. Looks at you the way he used to.

“Maybe…” he starts, then pauses. “Maybe we’ll meet again.”

Maybe, you think. Maybe.

“I hope so,” you tell him, then watch as he leaves.

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prettylittlebutterflie · 3 years

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It All Started With A Break

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31840603

Okay, so I have fallen down the rabbit hole known as MariBat and I just can't stop all the ideas I have because of this and decided that enough is enough and I am doing it.

This is my very first fanfic - or any fic actually - but I hope you guys like it and be WARNED that some of you may find some part of this story that's similar with another and that may've been because I really liked the idea when I read it and wanna have a kinda similar thing here and the same goes with some trope of this fanfic in the future, but I'll do my best to keep it unique. I am also new to the DCU, but I'm doing research and planning to binge watch stuff and if you could please help this poor soul find a way to navigate and somehow get an idea on how that universe work (especially abt the batfam), I'll be forever grateful to thy savior.

This fic is canon until S4 Ep 1&2 (Truth & Lie) of MLU and as for the rest, I'll let you guys know.

So yeah, that's all. Enjoy and hope you guys like it. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

P.S. Sorry I kinda ranted, this is my first time actually posting smth so bear with me people

SYNOPSIS

It’s been four years ever since Hawkmoth, who now goes by the name Shadow Moth, began his reign of terror in Paris. Four years worth of akumas that have brought pain and suffering. Four years of no rest in controlling their emotions, afraid of what may come if they were controlled.

After four long years, the Miraculous Team can finally see a ray of light. Everything they have sacrificed for that one goal they all share is finally going to be repaid… Not.

Locating Hawkmoth was easier said than done, and the frustration is finally getting to them. With that, it was decided that they need a break from their hero lives — ok, maybe not. After all, Shadow Moth is proving himself to be a workaholic (like dude, don’t you have anything better to do than destroy everyone’s schedule?) — but anyways, it was clear. THEY. NEED. A. BREAK. Away from Paris. Away from Hawkmoth. Away from the frickin akumas.

So yeah, that’s how it was decided (more like forced) that they are going to America to relax, let loose, and have some fun. After all, who knows, maybe a break is all they need to get things to start getting better — or worse.

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PROLOGUE

“Alright. So, we are going to take a break—”

“For two months.”

“For two months. And because it’s supposed to be a break, that means—”

“No thinking of anything Moth related.”

“No thinking of anything Moth rela— Moth related?”

“You know, Hawkmoth, Red Moth, Shadow Moth, those Moths.”

“Right. Moths. Aside from Moths, it also means—’

“No thinking of akumas.”

“No thinking of akumas. For this entire break, we’re not going to think about—”

“Anything Miraculous related.”

“Anything Miraculous related. Alya, do you really need to do that every time I’m about to say it?”

“It’s because she knows you. We know you. It’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, how you always promise not to worry about something, especially anything Miraculous related, just to break it the moment anything related to it comes up. So, yes. She needs to say it and repeat it as much as possible for it to go through that head of yours.”

“Guys, I swear, I’m really going to follow through with this plan. I did agree that we need to unwind ourselves since we’re getting way too stressed and that won’t help us focus on our job.”

“Only after we bugged you about it. Get it? Bugged. Pfft—”

“Hey! Puns are my thing. And you shouldn’t be saying it like that. You’re making it ape-solutely obvious and that makes it not punny anymore”

“Dude, do you really have to do that? That’s so not paw-some. Pfft—”

“All puns aside, it is true that we had to convince you, Mari-hime, to agree on taking a break. Although I rarely take a break from fencing, my Mother and I are aware of the importance of having one and may I also remind you that you were the one who taught us that.”

“And that’s why I told you guys to go have one.”

“But you plus the kitty are the ones who need it the most. Remember what future-me said? About you two always leading us and how she— or rather I am the last one called upon? That means you guys are always gonna work while the rest of us may or may not be needed in some fights.”

“There is a 97.6% probability of you two showing up in fights.”

“Because we have to. It’s our responsibility as the one leading our team.”

“M’lady’s right. Besides, there were only the two of us in the beginning and with all the akumas, we just got used to it.”

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to rest. The music I’m hearing from both of you is filled with the stress you guys have and it doesn’t sound nice. Maybe you two unwinding will help make it more beautiful and even more powerful than before.”

“Fine. We’re all taking a break—”

“Especially you and Adrien.”

“Especially Adrien and I, for a month. Now, does anyone have any ideas on how we're gonna do that?”

“Ooh! Me, me! I have a competition coming up this summer break so I can’t really go anywhere too far since I have some training to do.”

“I’m sticking with the ape. Gotta keep an eye on him if I don’t want him messing up with the timeline. Plus, it’ll be pretty fun beating him up every time he asks for a challenge.”

“Hey!”

“The same goes for me. Someone has to make sure the correct time is recorded with not a single millisecond of it missed. Kwami knows how many times he messes it up whenever he does the recording himself.”

“Okay. So Kim, Alix, and Max will be staying in Paris. Are you guys sure that you’ll be able to take a break even if you’re in the city?”

“Yeah, we're fine. And I am totally beating you next time, little bunny.”

“Whatever. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming, y’know.”

“Anything else?”

“Oh, I have an internship in America this coming summer. The one at the Daily Planet. I just got the email and I was finally given an invite!”

“Really? Cool! Told you you’ll get it, babe!”

“Yeah! That’s really awesome, Alya! So I’m assuming you'll be accepting that?”

“You got it, girl! I mean, this is the Daily Planet we’re talkin’ about. I’ll learn so much about writing and journalism there, I’ve just got to take it.”

“So Alya’s going to America. Anyone else with plans outside of the country?”

“There will be an upcoming world-class fencing competition this summer and Mother and I have discussed my participation in it. It will be held in the States as well, specifically Gotham, two weeks before the end of the summer break. Maybe you should participate in it as well, Adrien. That way, you’ll have an excuse for your father to leave the country. I’m sure Mother will be happy to convince him as well to let you participate in it. That way, at the very least, I’ll have someone I know who’ll be an actual challenge.”

“Really? That actually sounds great! I’m sure Father would agree if your mother’s the one who suggested it. Thanks Kagami!”

“Okay. Kagami and hopefully Adrien will have a fencing competition in America too.”

“My Dad is having a tour in America right now. He’ll be having the last one at Metropolis during the summer break. He actually wants me to go with him, but I declined. It’ll be great if we all could go there and see it.”

“Dude, that’s so cool! Maybe you’ll even get to perform with your dad on stage. You did make that song with him that reached the record chart’s top. I’ve even made a playlist based on it.”

“Okay then, that makes Alya, Kagami, Adrien, and Luka going to the States. Chloe, do you also have plans to go there this summer? Maman said your mother was thinking of inviting you to be one of the models in an upcoming fashion show there.”

“She did mention something like that, but I wasn’t really paying attention to details once I found out that it’ll be outside of Paris. I’ll discuss it with her again then I can have my much needed vacation in the States.”

“So now that makes five of you going to America. Nino?”

“Well, I don’t really have any plans this summer. Just chill out and relax, y’know, make some playlist, listen to some music.”

“Ooh! How about you come with us, babe? That’ll be so cool and not all of us will be doing something most of the time while we’re there. You can just chill and relax there and maybe you could even study the kind of music they listen to and make a playlist out of it.”

“I would love to go, but I don’t think I really got the money for it. ‘Sides, my parents might not allow me to go out of the country.”

“You’re already 18 and if your parents ever say no, just tell them that you want to really relax, without keeping your emotions in check and have the freedom to let it out. I’m sure they’ll understand and unlike my Father, they actually listen to you.”

“As for the money, I have some savings and if you want I can lend you some-”

“But-”

“Lend. I’m not just giving it to you. You will have to pay me back, alright? And if you try to say no again, I’m going to insist that you don’t pay me anymore.”

“You sure? You're the best! Thanks, Minette.”

“No problem. So now that makes six of them—”

“Seven.”

“What?”

“Seven. We’re including you.”

“Me? But Alya, I already got plans this summer.”

“Plans? What plans?”

“I was planning on working on my commissions this summer an— Guys, can you all stop rolling your eyes on me and no, Chloe. I don’t need you doing it again.”

“Girl! We all agreed that we’re going to take a break this summer. How does doing your commissions sound like a break to you?”

“You all got your own thing to do this summer and mine just happens to be those. Also, the break was for anything Miraculous related. My commissions don't exactly fall under that.”

“Nope. We actually all agreed that for you, commissions should be added to the list of things you get to take a break from.”

“Adrien! I thought you’re supposed to be my partner? So much for the two of us against the world.”

“He is still your partner alright. But also, as someone who truly cares about you, he decided that you really needed a break. And besides girl, this could be your chance!”

“Chance? What chance?”

“Your pen pal! Doesn’t he live in Gotham? You could go and finally meet him. Who knows? Maybe something might happen.”

“Ooh, he’s from there? That’s awesome! You should totally go meet him. Maybe you could even go on a date or two-”

“A date?! Kim, he’s just a frie-”

“You stop right there, Dupain-Cheng! It’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! All of us already had enough with Adrikins always calling you ‘just a friend’ when it’s pretty obvious how totally untrue that statement was. We don’t need you ending up just like him, thank you very much.”

“But he really is-”

“Yeah right. If he really is just a friend, then why do you guys stay up all night talking to each other? You always immediately check your phone whenever a notif comes up and you smile like a love-sick fool whenever you read his messages for you. And don’t get me started on the way you gush about him non-stop.”

“There is something beautiful in your music whenever you talk or even think about him.”

“Your smiles are much brighter compared to before the two of you got to know each other.”

“Markov and I also have a record of your heartbeat and we have observed your heart beating faster whenever we talk about this certain topic.”

“And it's been more than a year since you two have become pen pals. The two of you are now so close that it’s a wonder why you guys still haven’t video-called each other just because you insist for your first time seeing each other to be in person.”

“I think it’s rather romantic. They’ll look into each other’s eyes for the first time then BAM! They’re finally together. But I still plan on giving him a shovel talk the first chance I get. Can’t have him break my twin’s heart without him knowing I have the god of destruction on my side.”

“What do you mean shovel talk- I mean, what even gives you the idea that he thinks of me that way for you guys to assume that we’ll end up in… in that kind of relationship?”

“He’d be an idiot if he still hasn’t fallen in love with you.”

“Literally almost everyone I know had a crush on you or have you forgotten already that my boyfriend’s one of those people?”

“I know for a fact that that’s true since I’ve already admitted that one of my reasons why I began bullying you back then was because I had a crush on you.”

“I must admit, I think I also had the same feeling towards you at the beginning of our friendship until I really got to know Luka and you helped us get together.”

“Oh! There’s also that. Do you actually know just how many people you’ve helped get together, buginette? Alya’s even written an article about it at the Ladyblog of how you are also known as Paris’s own cupid and how all of the couples you’ve paired ended up living a happy life together.”

“Everyone’s been saying how Ladybug’s the next best person they can go to if they ever want to find love after Andre.”

“And yet every time you try to pair yourself with someone, the magic just doesn’t seem to work.”

“So we all decided that we’ll be Ladybug’s cupid and pair her up with the boy she just can’t seem to get off of her head.”

“Now, you coming or what? I won’t be taking the money you’ll be lending me if you say no. I’m only going with these dudes if you also come or else I’ll just end up getting bored when there’s no one who can go around the city with me.”

“...”

“““...”””

“Fine. You guys win—”

“““YES!”””

“So here’s the final plan for the break. Kim, Alix, and Max will be staying in Paris for Kim’s competition, while the rest of us will be going to America doing our own stuff—”

“With you finally meeting your pen pal.”

“Yes. Alright. I’ll go and meet my pen pal. And during the break, no thinking about anything miraculous related. If ever there’s an akuma, only those who’ll be needed will go. Max will bring us to the akuma’s location and if there is anything going on that we can’t be excused of or if the fight goes longer than expected, Alix will bring us back in time making it look like we just went to the toilets, the usuals. Any questions?”

“““Non.”””

“Good. Operation: Taking a Break is good to go.”

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Yay! Finally got to post it. So comments? What do you guys think and who do you think who is saying what? I know there will be new holders in S4, but I decided I’ll either make them a temp or they still don’t know the other’s identities bc of stuff, so yeah. Still thinking abt it. Adios (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31840603

#first post #maribat #marinette x damian #damian x marinette #maridami #marinette dupen chang #damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #team miraculous #miraculous team #ml x dc #miraculous ladybug

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asteriismos · 4 years

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toxic - bill denbrough

request :

ok great! so can you write something about being Stan's sister and liking bill and at a sleepover at the readers house bill sneaks in the readers room and they have some fun? -💒

words : 3.1k

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the first time that you noticed your older brother stanley’s friends checking you out was in your junior year of high school. richie tozier called you hot, which earned him a giant smack on the back of the head from stan. that was a year ago, right when your brother and his friends graduated and were getting ready to go to college.

you had to admit that senior year sucked without your brother at home to keep you company. all you had was your mom and dad which got a little annoying sometimes because there was no one your age in the household. but it was summer and stanley was coming back for it, finally curing your boredom and helping you slowly pack to make your own adventure towards college.

the second that stanley was home, you jumped on him, tackling you into a hug that you’ve never given your big brother before. he was happy to be back home, and neither of you would admit it, but you two missed each other a whole lot. he asked you how senior year went since he last saw you during winter break and came down for a day for your graduation. after you two caught up, he said he needed to get ready to go to the diner with the rest of his friends that got in town.

you sat on the bottom of the stairs, texting your friend group chat about some party that was going on in a week just a little outside of derry. the doorbell rang softly and you sprung onto your feet, taking a few steps towards the door and opening it.

standing right outside the door was bill denbrough, standing at least a few inches taller than you dressed in a black t shirt and jeans. and damn did he look good. you always had a little bit of a crush on bill mostly because he was the nicest to you out of the friend group and didn't always treat you like a little kid, and because he had a massive growth spurt his freshman year. now he wasn’t the same looking bill that used to play toy action figures with your brother. bill was hot as hell.

you bit your lip, smiling up at him and leaning against the doorframe. “hey, bill,” you greeted, taking in his sculpted jawline and his messy auburn hair. he gave you a grin and his green eyes met yours, nodding a little bit in greeting, “hey, y/n. you l-look good.”

“so do you, denbrough,” you said, pushing the door open all the way to let him in the house. “stan should be down in a few minutes. I think he’s just getting dressed or something, you know how he is.”

bill laughed, “yeah. makes s-sense. how was derry while n-none of us were here?” he leaned against the now closed door and for a moment you saw his eyes dart along your body, taking in your appearance. you shivered a little bit.

“it was okay. glad that I'm going to college. how was your year?” you asked him.

“better than here.”

you hummed, opening your mouth to say something else but being cut off by a door opening upstairs. stan appeared at the top of the stairs, waving his hands at his childhood friend and walking down with a little jump in his step. he pushed past you and hugged bill, making you roll your eyes as stan said something about how much he missed big bill. you sat back down on the bottom step.

stanley motioned over to you. “hope she didn’t annoy you too much.”

“screw you stan,” you said with a laugh, shaking your head.

bill shook his head, walking with your brother to the door. stan walked out first and before he walked out behind him, bill winked at you, closing the door. you felt yourself redden a small bit, shaking your head and trying to cleanse your mind of any naughty things you were thinking about doing with your brothers best friend.

a few days went by and the more you tried to not think about bill, the more you felt your mind drift to him. you didn’t know where these thoughts were spurring from, especially because you knew that if you ever did anything with bill, stanley would kill both of you. still though, the thoughts of bill didn’t subside.

you were sitting in your room when you heard the door open from downstairs, the laughs and voices of several people filling your house. now you understood why your parents had told you to just order takeout. stan was having all of his friends over. you decided to hide in your room, mostly because you weren’t the closest with stan’s friends ( you hung out with bev and richie a few times ). and also because you didn’t want to intrude and piss stan off. you knew that he needed his alone time with his friends. after all, he hasn’t seen them in almost a year.

bill, on the other hand, was looking forward to seeing you. he didn’t know why, but he had always liked you a little bit more than a person should for their best friends sister. he knew that stanley would have him castrated if he ever did anything, which is why he kept his hands off.

that didn’t mean that he couldn’t stare at you though.

and bill did stare at you a lot. shamelessly and without hesitation because well, you were hot. and you weren’t like the other girls in derry who started throwing themselves at him once he started playing baseball freshman year, you were just the same with him. sweet. innocent in a way.

stan’s innocent sister. he had to remind himself of while he sat on the living room couch. bill was thinking off into space, not tuned into the conversation at all. but you weren’t really that innocent. he knew that. there was a rumor that went around school for a while that he caught wind of, something about you with this other guy on his baseball team. bill remembered the way that his hand clenched up and the slight anger that bubbled up inside him when he heard it, and he also remembered dropping his baseball bat ‘accidentally’ on the guy’s foot later that day.

while upstairs, you could hear bill talking in the living room, and you felt yourself get a little bit too excited at the idea of him in your house. it wasn’t hard to imagine him in your room, in your bed, under the sheets with you . . . the overwhelming feeling made you clench your thighs together to alleviate the pressure that was building up.

you wanted him.

you wanted him so bad.

and you were determined to get him.

dressed in one of stan’s old baseball shirts that he gave you when he initially moved into his college dorm, you started walking downstairs to the kitchen. the shirt reached just to the middle of your thighs, enough to keep suspicions of ulterior motives from your brother, but also enough to catch the attention of a certain auburn haired best friend of his as well.

the kitchen was left of the stairs, meaning that whomever was in the living room would only see you for a few moments until you turned the corner. your feet padded on the wood flooring of the main floor, taking a chance by glancing into the living room. you saw bill sitting there, initially laughing and looking at whatever richie seemed to be doing in front of the tv. his head tilted back in another fit of laughter and when it came back up, his eyes landed on you. it didn’t take long for them to wander elsewhere, and you just gave him a sweet smile, turning your back to him and sauntering into the kitchen.

the second you grabbed a glass of water and made your way back towards the stairs, you knew that bill was waiting to see you again. you didn’t even have to turn and look at him, only taking your time walking up the stairs and back into the confines of your room, watching the minutes tick away on the clock. if you had played your cards right, bill may pay a visit to your room.

it was torture having to wait for the hours to pass by, until finally you started to hear less and less talking happening downstairs. there were only a few of them up, and from the voices, you deduced that it was mike and stan, you didn’t hear bill at all. perhaps you were thinking too fully of yourself, bill actually didn’t want you in that way.

the voices stopped, you were seemingly the only person awake in the house.

you slid to the edge of your bed, just about to stand up to turn your lights off when you heard a light knock on your door. it was so light that for a moment you weren’t even sure it was a knock at all. a few seconds passed by and there was another knock, and you realized that someone was indeed at your door.

with a small ‘come in’ from you, the door opened, bill walking into your room. he was in checkered pajama bottoms and a shirt with his college logo on it, closing the door softly and leaning against it. you gave him a small smile, uncrossing your legs and cocking an eyebrow up.

“you know, s-stan is very protective of y-you,” bill said in a soft voice, keeping his focus on you.

you shrugged. “he’s my big brother, what do you expect?”

bill laughed, getting off of the door and walking closer to you. for a moment you thought that he was going to get on top of you right then and there with no further talk, but instead he only stood before you a few feet away. there was a dramatic height difference between the two of you because you were sitting down. the sight of him towering over you made you squeeze your thighs together again, which you thought was discreet. but by the looks of it, bill noticed your little motion.

“it p-pisses me off t-though,” he went on to say.

“why’s that?”

“b-because you’re h-hot”

you smirked, leaning in just a little bit towards him. he was just standing there in front of you, his eyes so intense that you knew any movement you did wouldn’t go undetected. so in a surge of confidence, you opened your mouth to say, “is it driving you crazy?”

there was no response with words, only bill leaning in to close the gap between you two and kissing you. it was harsh, the force enough to push you back from your previous sitting up position. your hands moved up to cup his cheeks and his kept himself up while he pushed his body against yours, your back pressing against your soft mattress.

his lips moved against yours while one of his hands came up to your sides, but you pulled away. just for a moment, so that you could push yourself up from the edge of the mattress, your head falling onto the pillows. bill moved with you, grinning like a kid at a candy store when you pulled him by the neck to kiss him again.

it felt good, more than good really . . . it felt like the best thing in the world. you’ve been with only a few people like this before, and bill was the first one that really made you feel something more than just the usual hornyness that came with a hookup. this felt real.

you hands moved down his sides, pushing under his shirt and squeezing the taut skin that was below your fingertips. his knee came in between your legs and pressed up, making you breath heavy into his mouth, keeling towards him for more of that feeling. you knew that you couldn't make much noise, because the only thing separating you two and the rest of his friends downstairs was your door. you didn't know what you would say to stanley if he heard something and came in to investigate.

bill sat up and pulled his shirt off, hands reaching down to do the same to yours and throw it down onto your floor. your skin felt hot against his hands, while they ran up your sides and to your shoulders to meet your bra straps. soon enough he was reaching behind you and unclipping it, and with your help, your chest was fully exposed to him.

he ducked his head down and kissed at your neck, teeth grazing along while he stopped and sucked a little bit in a few spots. they were only the lightest of marks, easy to cover up when you would need to. he made his way south, stopping and paying attention to the valley of your breasts, teasing you. your hands carded through his hair, pulling on it and arching your chest up to meet his mouth, telling him to go ahead.

bill laughed. “you’re so irresistible, you know that?” he said against your skin, moving left and catching one of your nipples in his mouth. you gasped out, taking in the feeling and closing your eyes. you never wanted this to end. bill made you feel so good. his other hand grabbed your other tit, softly kneading it and then switching after a minute or so.

the sounds that you were making was enough to make bill go crazy, he could stay and be with you forever if he could. he couldn't believe it took him this long to realize truly how beautiful you were. all those years the losers teased stanley about his hot sister, bill just thought that they were doing it to get under stan’s skin, though bill knew now that it was more than that. he wasn’t just with you to get under his friends skin, he really liked you.

in fact, bill was so in over his head that he didn’t even hear you call out his name to get his attention. it wasn’t until the third time you said his name that he noticed and stopped what he was doing, looking up at you from your chest, that was now red and kiss swollen.

you smiled, grabbing him by his jaw. “they could realize you’re gone,” you said. as much as you wanted to spend the entire night with him and draw this out as much as you could, you knew that someone could wake up. and the second that they didn’t see that bill was downstairs, they would get curious and the possibility of getting caught increases drastically.

bill nodded, reaching in his back pocket and getting his wallet. from there he pulled out a condom, making you laugh.

“what? it’s good to be prepared,” bill said.

“you’re such a dork,” you joked, pushing down your pants and underwear, waiting for him to get himself together. you watched him do the same, taking the condom out of the package and putting it on himself.

there was a brief pause in between movements where he was just sitting there in between your legs, looking at you in the eyes. you kept eye contact and he said in a whisper, “you know that you’re really beautiful, right?”

you felt your face heat up, suddenly turning a little bashful in front of him. no guy ever really called you beautiful before. sure, you’ve been called hot and pretty, but never beautiful. especially in the way that bill said it, like he meant every word.

you responded by kissing him, pulling his body as close as it would get to your own. the burning desire you felt for bill grew with every passing second.

he pushed into you, not slowly, but not fast either. he eased into it, both of you stopped kissing each other to get used to the feeling. you felt him push in inch by inch, filling you up like no other person could. and you just felt too good around bill, it was like he was in a dream. a few seconds later, you rolled your hips against his, prompting him to start moving. it didn’t really hurt, and the uncomfortableness went away and you were ready for more.

the pit in your stomach was already starting to form as continued to move, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. your hands found their way to his back and your fingers dug into his skin, arching yourself into him.

your moans were hard to keep quiet, bill was making you feel so good and you wanted nothing more than to just moan out his name as loud as you could. but instead you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, trying to stifle out your moans as much as you could.

bill kept one hand on your hip so he could steady himself, but the other stayed next to your head, keeping him over you and getting a deeper angle. you pulled your legs up, wrapping them around his waist, causing both of you to moan out loudly. he stilled inside for you just a moment, as if he was waiting to hear any movement downstairs.

but there was none, and bill continued.

“fuck, bill,” you moaned out, skin hot and sweat was starting to form on your brow.

bill took that as a sign that you were getting close, so his hand dropped down and toyed with your clit, sending your head to slam down into your pillow. your hips rolled against his own and his hand, stars were seen in your vision and you were cumming below him. it was the strongest orgasm you think you’ve ever had before in your life.

not even two thrusts after, he was coming undone too, pulling out and plopping down next to you. each of you slowed your breathing, your hand came to grab his own and you two stayed like that for a long time.

soon enough, bill was sitting up and getting his clothes back on. you whined, grabbing him by the arm as he was putting on his shirt. “can’t you stay?” you asked, batting your eyelashes and pouting.

bill leaned over and kissed your forehead, pulling the covers up over you. “you know I would if I could,” bill said, taking a glance at the closed door. “but if stan wakes up and sees that im with you in your bed, he’ll kill me.” both of you laughed and you just nodded, watching him as he walked to the door.

before he left, he looked at you and gave you a wink.

“I'll see you tomorrow then?”

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough smut #the losers club #mike hanlon #stanley uris #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #ben hanscom #pennywise #it #IT movie #it movie imagine #it movie 2017 #it movie x reader #it movie 2019

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Sebastian Stan One Shot

hello!! could I ask for a Sebastian request where his girlfriend is a college student and lives in another country and so, she can't afford to travel and see him as often as she'd like so she feels insecure/guilty about it because she thinks that it may ruin her relationship with him? hope you're having a good day! 💜💜

Hi! I don't know if this makes sense...but can you write something about Sebastian Stan in 2009 with a 20 year old reader? Like, she's really inexperienced in dating and has never been with anyone before so he's her first boyfriend...

You and your boyfriend Sebastian had started dating during summer break when you met randomly at a party your friends had drug you to.

The two of you hit it off straight away and even though he was a few years older than you and obviously more experienced, you didn't let that deter you from accepting his invitation of dinner.

Even though you had just turned twenty, you were very inexperienced when it came to relationships, having spent most of your teenage years focused on school.

Not wanting to lie, you came clean to Sebastian about your lack of dating experience and he was really sweet about it all and actually a little excited that he got to show you all the first of a great relationship.

The two of you spent the summer together, hardly ever away from each other knowing that once fall hit you would have to leave and go back to school.

"But what if you forget about me?"

You ask him one night whole he watches you pack.

"Baby, that could never happen. Sure, it's far away but I promise, we will make this work."

He takes your hands in his with a smile.

"But Seb I'll be in Scotland. That's in a whole other country!"

He watches as your fears bubble to the surface.

You were terrified of what being so far apart could do to your relationship, worried the distance could ruin it, that your focus on your studies would take away from him and he would realize it wasn't worth it.

"Y/N, babe, I swear, the distance won't change anything. I love you. You're it for me. Sure, it will be hard but we will figure it out. I will come see you and you will come for school breaks. We will talk as much as we can and between my work and your school, the year will go by in the blink of an eye. We will be back together again before you know it."

He places his hand on your cheek and you close your eyes, tears slipping out of them.

You knew how much he loved you. How much you loved him.

Despite how little you knew before coming into the relationship, Sebastian had taught you so much.

With him, you knew what it meant to have someone in your life, a real boyfriend, partner to get through the hard things and even though this waa the hardest thing you would have to get through, deep down, below the fear you did know you could make it through.

When school finally started, you did your best to focus on your studies and still find time to talk to Sebastian but it was harder than you had expected.

The two of you had gone weeks with just a few texts here and there and you were beginning to worry that it was just too hard to keep up the promises you made to each other before you left.

Stress was building and you could feel yourself losing control over your life and all you wanted was to know was that no matter what, you would still have Seb when all was said and done.

It was late one night when you heard a knock on your dorm room door and you pull yourself away from the test you are studying for to answer it.

"Sebastian? What are you...how did you...oh my gosh!"

You stumble over your words and finally jump into his arms.

"I just missed you so much."

He says holding you tightly, a happy and relieved sigh comes our of his mouth.

"I missed you too. So much."

You begin to cry and he sets you back on your feet.

"Hey, baby it's alright. I'm here now."

He says, sweetly wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks.

"I thought I was going to lose you. I thought I would have to pick between you and school."

He rubs your back as he pulls you back into his chest.

"You have me no matter what."

He replies kissing the top of your head as he feels the massive stress you are feeling.

"Everything is ok."

He holds you a little longer before you pull him into your dorm room and onto your bed, cuddling up into his side.

"Its harder than I thought it would be."

You say quietly, afraid of what your statement actually meant.

"I know but it's worth it. You are worth it and we are worth it. You'll see. One day we will look back at all of this and it will just be a memory. It will be proof that you and I can get through anything life throws at us."

You look up at his, astonished by his unwavering optimism and faith in your relationship and know that he is right, you would be able to get through it and end up together and happy in the end.

#Sebastian Stan One Shot #Sebastian Stan x reader #Sebastian Stan #Cocos stories

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years

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COPING WITH YOUR FEARS

Prompt: You just bought a new house with your boyfriend Roman,with the thing he loves the most in it: a pool. The only problem? He doesn’t know you’re terrified of water and don’t know how to swim.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18,clitoris stimulation,smut implied,cursing,praise kink,aquaphobia(fear of water),slight angst

Tag: My sister from another mister @ziasaph (she might recognize this topic hahahah thank you for always inspiring me,love!)

Notes: Hello loves! So this is a based on a true story event (I almost drowned when I was a little girl and have been terrified of water since then),so this is me trying to cope with my fear even if it’s only a fictional thing hahahaha(since this specific scenario with Roman is impossible for little old me! But that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream right?!).Sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language...you know the usual. Please let me know what you think(if you’re comfortable with it) some feedback is always appreciated ❤️ Also feel free to check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and you can always find my latest story as a fixed post on my page. Ok I’m done babbling now hahahaha. Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Oh summer...the best season to enjoy the life outside: wear nothing more than swimsuits and bikinis,get some Mother Nature’s natural vitamin D and swimming!

It all sounds like a dream,right?! Except for the fact that.. I DON’T know how to swim,in fact I’m terrified of the thought of swimming! When I was a little girl I almost drowned and since then I’m terrified of water,even the simple thought of it makes me shiver.

So I don’t know what was I thinking when I agreed with my boyfriend’s horrifying idea of buying a house WITH A POOL on it! And of course that the damn thing not only had to be large but also deep.

So here I am now,sitting on the living room couch,looking out the french doors that lead to the patio watching my boyfriend excitedly fill up the pool and the pool toys so we can “happily” enjoy our newest acquisition.

“Y/N? Babe,can you come out here for a second please?”

I reluctantly got up from the couch and made my way towards him outside.

“Yes,Ro?”

He looked at me with a frown and said “Why aren’t you changed into your bikini yet?”

I gulped before I respond “I don’t have any”

“You mean,you didn’t brought any?We can take the car and get a pair at our old house”he said with a smile

“No babe, I mean like, I don’t own a pair”

“That’s not a problem either,we can go to Target so you can buy one” he responded still smiling

“What I’m trying to say is that I don’t wanna buy one...” I said with a low voice

“Oh..so you wanna go skinny dipping huh?” He deviously smirks at me and started to take his shirt off “Ugh,I love the way you think baby girl” with that he closed the distance between us and captured my lips in the most sensual kiss.

“Hmmm...Roman..wait.”

He reached to the hem of my tank top

“Ro, I gotta tell you something..”

“Later,baby..” He hummed while he pulled my tank top over my head and I took advantage of the break to say

“Ro,baby, I don’t know how to swim and also I may or may not be terrified of water since I almost drowned when I was a kid” I said as fast as I could

“What?Wait...Y/N why you never told me this before,my angel?”

“Because the subject never came up..” I embarrassedly said

“Babe,how the subject never came up when I suggested that we should by a house WITH a pool on it so WE could enjoy it?Didn’t the subject came up then?” He asked slightly angry

“It did” My voice was barely a whisper

“So,why didn’t you said ‘Roman, I don’t wanna buy a house with a pool on it,because I don’t know how to swim and I’m terrified of water?’ You should’ve told me beforehand!”

Oh boy,now he was really angry! I’ve officially woken the beast

“I’m sorry... I didn’t say anything because,I saw your excitement when you saw the pool,and I know how much you like to swim,so I just wanted you to be happy with our new house.” I finished my sentence right before the tears start to roll down my cheek.

“Baby girl,come here” He pulled me towards his chest and buried his face on the crook of my neck “I didn’t mean to make you cry baby,I’m so sorry.” He kissed my neck and holded my face between his hands,looked me in the eyes and said “Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive Ro,it’s fine..”

“No it isn’t! I shouldn’t have talked to you like that, I was an asshole for no reason” he wiped my eyes off “I love you,so much..Just please promise me you will tell me beforehand if you don’t want something,this is OUR house! I want you to be as happy with it as I am.”

“I love you too big guy,and I promise,no more surprise announcements” I pout my lips so he could peck it,which he happily did

“So now that we have the pool...let’s help you out with your water fear,shall we?”

“Oh no no n-“

“Shhh yes yes yes! Take you close off baby” he smirked

“But Roman I don’t have a bikini or swimsuit”

“Oh baby girl,since when that’s gonna stop us?”

“Are you implying that I should overcome my water fear by getting in the water naked?With you?”

“C’mon babe,don’t get all shy on me now..we both know that you’ve got nothing that I haven’t seen before or haven’t enjoyed to it’s fullest” he looked me up and down with hungry eyes “Besides” he stepped closer and whispered above my ear “We both also know that,you ain’t got one single bone of shyness on ya” He slowly stepped back to his original place with that delicious look on his face and I couldn’t help but finish stripping my clothes off.

Once I was fully naked,he eagerly removed his own clothes,entered the pool and reached his arms towards me,making a ‘come hear’ motion with his hands. And as much as I wanted to go I just froze in place.

I started to sweat profusely,my heart was beating so fast I swear it was going to explode,my breath became shallow,I felt nauseous,my mouth was drier than the desert, I felt dizzy, I thought I was gonna faint...Until I felt a pair of wet strong arms surround my waist pulling me back from my near mental breakdown. *When did he came out of the pool?* I thought

“Y/N look at me” His voice was soft and sweet like melted chocolate,and I looked up slowly to meet that beautiful pair of warm brown eyes.

“It’s okay baby,you’re safe. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, I’m not gonna push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,we gonna take baby steps ok?” When I nodded,he continued “Good,now we’re gonna enter through the shallow side of the pool together and we’re gonna keep going until the water hits our waist,I’m not gonna let you go ok?” I just nodded again.

We entered the pool and as soon as I felt the water hit my calves I panicked.

“I can’t do this,I can’t do this..” I whispered

“Baby girl,look at me” he said with a soothing voice,when I met his gaze he continued “You’re doing great baby!You’re so strong and so beautiful,it’s just the two of us here,focus on me baby...” I started to relax so he pulled us further in,the water hit my hips and I started slightly panicking again.When he realized he rapidly said

“Hey Y/N,can you give me a hug baby?”

“What?”

“I said,if you could give me a hug?”

“Ummmm Sure?Why not” I said confused

He pulled me into his arms tightly and started babbling random things like: the details about our first date,our first road trip together,our terrible first year anniversary,the time that Jimmy bought lasagna from that very doubtful place near our old house and spent the whole night proclaiming his porcelain throne.

“Do you remember his face?” Roman asked between laughs

“Yes I do! You even took his picture while he was on the toilet with the Polaroid,wrote ‘Porcelain God’ on the photo and hanged up in the locker room so everybody could see” I was laughing so hard that tears started to roll down my cheeks.Roman couldn’t control himself either,so he let out a breathless “Man,he got so fucking mad about it”.

Once we were able to control our laughs,we enjoyed the few minutes of comfortable silence until I moved a little bit,felt the water around my waist and just like that,all the effort my lovely boyfriend did to distract me from my dying fear went down the drain.

“Oh my God,I’m gonna drown,Roman help me please...I’m gon-“ My words were cut off by his lips on mine.He was kissing me like a horny teenage boy,he turned us over,so my back could rest on the pool wall,he made sure that my arms and legs were securely locked around his neck and waist before he could start to roam his hands on my breasts,pinching my nipples.

“Hmmmm” I moaned

Once he was happy with how hard my nipples were,he roamed his hands further down,until he found what he was looking for.

“Oh my sweet baby girl” He circled my clit with his middle and ring finger

“Ah Roman” I whined

“Always so responsive baby” He applied more pressure making me moan his name deeper “I love when you moan baby..” He increased his fingers speed “It’s always so fucking hot!No woman can moan like you can,you’re the only one who can make my dick rock hard just by moaning my name..Fuck,here baby,take a look for yourself” He grabbed one of my hands and lowered down to his cock,making me grip it.

When I lightly squeezed,he growled.

“See what you do to me? Do you see the power you hold against me? I’m powerless around you baby, whenever you’re around me I’m helpless! Everything you do turns me on,your body,your voice,your smile,the way you look at me,the way you care about me...the slightest move you make has my cock wide awake to serve you as you please,my queen.”

Roman always had a way with his words,that’s how he convinced everyone to do everything he wanted,me included! And he was just succeeding,because right now the last thing I remembered was that I was inside of that damn pool!

“Ro,please..”

“What is it? Do you want me to fuck you baby? Is that it?” His voice getting deeper and deeper

“Mhmmm” Was the only thing I could say.

Then suddenly I felt a tug on my arms, the cold wind against my wet naked (now out of the pool) body,Roman’s lips on mine before he quickly say

“Now we don’t you to get drowned,do we?!” And smirked while he picked me up from the floor,leading us towards our bedroom.

Maybe this whole pool thing wasn’t a bad idea afterall.

#roman reigns imagine #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns #masochist writes #wwe imagine

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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yes plz

omg can i plz get a scenario where some villains capture and torture (y/n) and then boom boom boi rescues them, but they still have nightmares about it so boom boom boi comforts them and cuddles them and tells him that he’ll protect them. sooooo swoony UwU

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Absoultely!!! Thank you so much for the cute prompt, I actually had some fun with this despite the actual prompt lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!!

warnings: heavy angst, heavy fluff, soft baku for the soul, mentions of blood, gore, abuse, vomit, panic attacks, character death, bakugou and the reader are married, my trash writing

word count: 1K

Seven months.

Seven months since your release from the year-long nightmare that continued to haunt you even as your husband held you firmly against his chest in your queen-sized bed.

It was hot. He was hot. There was just too much heat all over you, the weighted blanket, Katsuki’s muscled arms crossed over your heaving stomach, his chest pressed against your back for support, and the summer night outside… you felt like you were being suffocated in the measures taken to help you.

Katsuki immediately noticed your change in breathing and allowed you to squirm away from him and sit up before emptying the contents of your stomach into a preplaced bowl on the floor next to the bed.

He scrambled to sit up and grab your waist so you wouldn’t fall off the mattress in your lightheaded state. When you were finished, you started crying, the burning ache in your throat becoming almost too much to bear.

Gentle hands wiped your mouth and coarse thumbs wiped away your tears. He wanted to avoid a panic attack at all costs so he took you with him to get you a glass of water.

It must’ve been quite a spectacle, once a high-ranking pro-hero reduced to carrying his sobbing, mentally scarred wife into the kitchen of their apartment to get her a glass of water to soothe her protesting stomach and burning throat.

But if you could see his face, there was nothing but concern and determination in his now gentle vermillion irises.

The images and words that flashed through your head weren’t helping either; a deeply scarred male pressing flaming palms to your skin, searing the flesh until it sizzled, no remorse, no hesitation, only ringing laughter while you screamed and pleaded for mercy. A small blond girl, nearly a child, dragging her knife along your naked body as she questioned you. But every time you refused to give her an answer, her wrist would flick and a cut would form on your thigh or your arm or your cheek and she would shriek with laughter at your cries. Being beaten with anything available until your bruised skin gave way and blood seeped out and puddled on the floor, dragging your body through pools of your own blood and vomit as you tried to get away from your next undeserved punishment, watching someone else use brute strength to break your fingers-

You tried to listen to Katsuki’s soft, encouraging words, you valiantly attempted to sip the water you were given, but the air pushing in around you was cold now and your tender scars weren’t having it.

“Come on babycakes, I know you can hear me,” Came his gruff, sleepy murmur, “Look at me, focus those pretty eyes on me honey, it’s just you and me.”

The heart beating rapidly in your ears, the bitter cold sinking hits claws into every pore on your body, the crushing thoughts of your woes… everything simply paused when you locked eyes with him.

Soon the warmth of his fingertips lifting your chin defeated the tyranny of the chill keeping you locked in place and a comfortable heat spread down to your toes. The cool water that seemed lodged in your esophagus, went down easily and you let him help you with another sip.

“Nightmare again?” He asked, pulling you into his lap, “What did the therapist tell you to do when that happens?”

His words weren’t hurtful or condescending in any way, he just wanted you to be able to know what to do while he was away. What if you had a panic attack while he was in the shower? What if he was at the store and your nap had taken a turn for the worst?

You wilted, guilt stabbing your heart as you noticed the bags under his eyes. “T-To look around, find all the things that are around me and compare them to the bad place. Then I’ll know I’m safe unless I’m not.”

Your hoarse whisper and correct answer earned you a nod and a smile, “I know you don’t think about it, especially when you’re in the middle of an attack, but we need to work on them ok? That was the fastest time it’s taken you to listen to my voice and calm down though, I’m very proud of you.”

He squeezed your hands reassuringly, “You’re getting better babygirl, it’ll all be over soon,” He promised, “I’m so happy you’re here with me, I must’ve cried every day you were gone until I finally had you in my arms again. I love you so goddamn much, you don’t even know.”

“You’ve stayed with me, you gave up your dream for me, you haven’t given up on me and refuse to let me give up on myself… I never expected you to stay behind with me while your friends move up the ranks, I expected you to leave like anyone else with goals would. But you didn’t. And you’re here…” You said in a raspy murmur, arms locked around his neck.

“Sssh, don’t strain yourself bunny. Remember what the therapist said, breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.” He responds, “Do three for me ok? Crying dehydrates you, you gotta stop.”

“I… I just love you so much.”

You miss the uncontrollable smile that pokes his mouth because he had your head resting over his shoulder, but you felt him squeeze you a little tighter, the simple action bringing a watery smile to your own features.

You spent the next half hour going through your breathing exercises, some physical therapy for your damaged muscles (also to help you sleep), and you watched a detective show in his lap on the couch while he braided your hair.

When it was over, your husband carried you back to bed and tucked you into his chest under a few sheets and settled down, thumb brushing your freshly washed cheek affectionately.

“Feeling ok?” He whispers and you nod, reaching up to twist your fingers into his hair and pull him down for a tentative kiss.

You giggle when he pulls away, cheeks tinted pink.

It had been so long since you shared an actual kiss.

“So cute,” He murmured, “I could never replace you, not for all the money Deku got when that All Might bastard died. You’re worth more to me than oxygen itself, got it?”

You nod and pull his pretty face down for another kiss.

Slowly but surely, you knew, but someday everything would be ok again.

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Marks - John B Routledge

Request: Hi would you be able to write something about John b (outer banks) were the reader and him have been secretly seeing each other and one day they are all one the boat and she's wearing one of his shirts over a bikini and the others see the marks???? Love your work btw and sorry if this makes no sense and it OK if you can do it and thank you 💛🌻🌼

A/N: So I hope this is what you wanted?? I like how it turned out.

Outer Banks Masterlist

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No one knew where the unofficial rule of Pogue life in the Outer Banks had come from but you all agreed that it felt like it had been around forever. Was it something Kiara made up in seventh grade when boy/girl parties meant more pressure to kiss whoever the cutest person in the room was? Was it something someone else made up that was overheard and adopted? Had it been around for a long time? It was hard to say, all you did know was that the rule was the rule, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking, and the rule was sacred. It hadn’t been transcribed in stone by a burning bush but it might as well have been the way that everyone talked about it. Some people broke the rule but never your group.

You’d kissed tourons, a odd kook once at a party that you never spoke of again for fear of retribution, but never a Pogue. It was a stupid rule, honestly, but it’d helped you not make terrible decisions. Like when you and JJ got so high in ninth grade that you almost kissed him. But even in the haze the rule was the rule and you didn’t break it.

“How am I supposed to get a boyfriend when the guys I’m allowed to like leave after two weeks?” You questioned, laying on the end of the HMS Pogue. It was this very conversation that had changed your opinion of the rule. Before that afternoon you followed like it was written law and you were afraid of burning in hell for breaking it.

But as you turned your head to the side to look over at your friends, at John B steering the boat through the marsh, it suddenly occurred to you that your question wasn’t a vague observation but rather a specific wanting. You didn’t want any guy to be your boyfriend, you wanted John B. You must’ve looked at him a thousand times in your life, you’d known him through bad haircuts, the summer before high school when his face broke out, the year he only wore stupid graphic tee’s from five below, and ill attempted bucket hat phase. All the unpleasant, unattractive moments in life that were supposed to deter you from even thinking about him that way didn’t seem to matter when you gazed at him across the boat. Tanned, unruly hair getting a little close to too long, some ridiculous Hawaiian shirt that he had the inability to button correctly.

“I’ll be your boyfriend.” Pope offered, handing you a beer.

You sat up to drink and gave him a skeptical look, “you going somewhere I don’t know about?”

“No Pogue on Pogue macking,” Kiara piped up like she was the spokesperson for it.

“Oh my god; I know!” You groaned and Pope laughed, “why do you think I’m in this dilemma?”

“You could date a kook,” JJ teased.

“Fuck you JJ.”

“Just mack on some Pogue we don’t know,” John B suggested. You looked over at him and took a long gulp of your beer, if he only knew.

“You know everyone,” Kiara pointed out.

“See, Kie understands my dilemma.”

“Actually, I kinda prefer not being tied down.” Kiara replied.

“Okay, archaic...I’m not trying to be someone’s property or something but it’d be kinda nice to have someone ya know? To not have to flirt with rando tourists all summer.” You complained. It was a legitimate problem.

“Sure. I hear that.” Pope agreed.

When everyone else had dispersed for the night, Pope back to his house, Kie to the Wreck, JJ to sleep in the hammock outside the Chateau, you and John B sat on the couch watching a movie on your laptop. You had your head on his shoulder and he was slumped against the cushions, far too quiet for a movie about a mega shark attacking people. He hadn’t said much else after your discussion about dating had died down. John B talked the talk, he flirted easily with tourons at parties but you never knew him to really be with anyone. You couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever called someone his girlfriend but you also didn’t know him to be the type to have random hookups.

“You’re so quiet.” You observed, “we haven’t even ragged on the stupid CGI.”

“The CGI is stupid.” John B said, tilting his head to look at you and smiling.

“Loser.” You shook your head. You wanted to tell him, you had decided on the boat that you had to. If he wasn’t interested in you, if the idea of dating one of his best friends freaked him out that was fine, you could be friends and move on. But if you just thought about it, obsessed over it, you would make it awkward. It would never be normal between the two of you because all you would focus on would be the what-ifs.

John B shrugged.

“Hey John B, can I ask you something?” You sat up, shifting away so that you could look at him.

“You just did.”

“Okay dad,” you rolled your eyes at him when he smiled.

“What’s up?” He asked, turning to face you, movie forgotten. The mega shark could eat whoever he wanted, John was focused on you and that was better than a movie.

You were never sure how these things worked. Did you say that you liked him and you wanted to be in a relationship with him? Did you tell him you wanted to kiss him? How did you say okay to him when he inevitability said he wasn’t interested? He probably liked someone else. Sure, you had never seen him with anyone but that didn’t mean he didn’t like someone else...maybe Kie, everyone liked her. And if he did you couldn’t be mad about that.

“Hey, E.T., phone home.” John B teased, waving a hand in front of your face.

You laughed and grabbed his wrist, “sorry.” You moved his hand to your lap and held it there, taking a deep breath. You could do this. This was John B, best friend, dork, treasure hunter. You talked to him about everything, you could talk to him about this. “The thing is-” You leaned forward, getting a rush of adrenaline as you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his.

John B’s eyes went wide as he sat there, his brain working overtime to catch up with what was happening. His free hand gripped the back of the couch as he leaned more into the kiss. When you’d mentioned wanting to date someone, he never imagined that you could be thinking about him. You’d been friends for a long time but that didn’t erase the fact that you were attractive. He’d never do anything that you didn’t want but there were plenty of times when he stared a little too long or hugged you a little too long. He was sure JJ and Pope had too, it wasn’t anything unusual for a group so close to have crushes on each other but he couldn’t even wrap his mind around the two of you.

As the kiss deepened you let go of his hand to hold onto his shoulders, shifting yourself to straddle his lap. John B wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him completely as he laid back on the couch, the sudden motion making you yelp a little.

“Oh my god, JB!” You laughed; foreheads pressed together as you laid there on top of him.

“So uh, definitely broke a rule or two,” he joked. He watched as you sat up in his lap.

That was two weeks ago and in that time you and John B had almost perfected your ability to sneak around. Though no amount of perfectly crafted excuses, late nights at the Chateau without your friends, or actively pretending you were interested in other people when you were at a party could have helped you avoid the most obvious clue that one of you might be fooling around behind the group’s back.

You were on the HMS Pogue with the others, sitting cross-legged at the front with JJ smoking while Kiara and Pope swam. It would be dusk soon and the air was getting colder this far out. You would have just put your shorts and shirt back on but JJ had thrown you in the water earlier, fully dressed, and now you sat there, cold, with your wet clothes hanging over the side of the boat.

“Just give me your t-shirt.” You begged. You’d been asking JJ for his shirt to keep you warm for the last ten minutes.

“No. Then I’ll be cold.”

“So much for chivalry.”

“I’m sorry,” Pope called, “is your complaint that JJ isn’t chivalrous?”

“Yeah you’re right, my bad.” You stuck your tongue out at JJ and he smiled in return. John B was at the wheel, wearing your favorite of his numerous Hawaiian shirts. The one with the girls surfing. “Hey John B!” You called, leaning toward him and smiling.

“Yes?” John asked, smirking at you and raising an eyebrow in question.

“Can I have your shirt? JJ’s a douche and won’t give me his.”

“You’re such a baby.” JJ laughed.

“I guess I can spare it.” John replied, unbuttoning the only two buttons he’d done up and slipping the shirt off. You smiled, holding your hand out to him to accept the shirt.

Once he handed it over he walked back to the wheel, JJ sliding his sunglasses down his nose dramatically and letting out a low whistle. “Hot damn John B, didn’t know you liked it so rough.”

“What?” John whipped around, looking at JJ questioningly. The other boy slipped his sunglasses into his necklace and signed toward John B.

“You have, uh, scratches...on your back.” You supplied. JJ was still smirking.

“Wait what?” The commotion had caught Kiara and Pope’s attention, both swimming over to the boat and climbing in.

John’s eyes shot instinctively over at you and you looked away as he reached back and felt the slightly raised welts on his back from the previous night. None of the other pogues had stuck around last night, leaving you and John B in the Chateau alone.

JJ was watching your behavior and, when you turned away from him, noticed something off. “Hey Kie, hand me a water?”

“Seriously JJ?” She tossed the water at him as Pope followed up his “wait what” with twenty other questions. Who was it? When did you meet them? How long have you known them? Where they a pogue, a touron, worse? A kook?

JJ, meanwhile, spilled some water on his fingers and reached over, rubbing your neck without warning, “what the fuck JJ!” You shouted, jumping to your feet and moving away from him.

“Think I can answer your who Pope, unless that’s a coincidence.” He joked, pointing to the newly revealed hickey on your neck. You’d covered it with bronzer and foundation that morning but hours in the sun had sweat some of the makeup off and JJ had rubbed the rest.

“Oh my god!” Kiara grabbed your arm, turning you to look at the mark, “oh my god! For christ sake, we have a rule.”

“It’s a fucking stupid rule Kie and you know it.” John cut in immediately.

“Can’t argue with that.” JJ announced.

“Shut up Jay, you aren’t helping.”

“Guys...why didn’t you just tell us?” Pope asked.

“Cause I knew exactly how Kie would react.”

“We have a rule for a reason! What happens when you break up and then shit is awkward because we have to choose who to be friends with?” She argued.

“We aren’t gonna break up.” You insisted.

“You don’t know that, all summer you’ve been ‘I just want a boyfriend to mack on, it doesn’t have to be serious’ and so what? Some tourist won’t do because two weeks is too short but you and John B are gonna hook up? Until when?”

“Whoa, don’t turn on me!” You snapped.

“She’s got a point...not just you,” JJ quickly clarified. “But both of you...what happens when you get sick of whatever this is?”

“I’m not getting sick of anything and we’re not just hooking up for the summer Kie,” John B said, looking between his friends.

“You say that-”

“I love her.” He cut in. Turning to look at you he continued, “I love you, not exactly how I imagined telling you but...I love you.”

You bit your lip as you smiled, “I love you too.” You had known that first day on John B’s couch that there was no way the feelings you had for him could be contained to a random hookup. You weren't just dating for the summer to break up, this was something real. Something serious.

“Good, now I’m turning this fucking boat around and all of you can go the fuck home.”

“You’re kicking us off the boat cause Kie threw a tantrum.”

“I did not throw a tantrum JJ!” Kiara said, smacking his arm.

“You kinda did.”

“I’m not kicking you off the boat cause you threw a tantrum-”

“I didn’t throw a tantrum!” She laughed this time as she cut John B off.

“I’m dropping you off cause you definitely don’t wanna be around for the next couple of hours.” John B announced, glancing over at you and winking.

“Oh my god!” Pope groaned, “can you guys not talk about it.”

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Courage My Love// Semi Eita x Reader

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Chapter One: Late

You and Semi were assigned to sit next to each other in your English class during your first year which is how you initially met. About a quarter through the year Semi noticed you had the letter “X” in black marker on the back of your hand which led him to ask if you went to a show the night before. You said yes and told him what band you saw which made him light up and show you his hand as proof that he was there too.

“Dude, let me know when you go to a show! We could go together,” Semi told you with a grin on his face.

“Will do, bro,” you smiled back at him.

Since then, you’ve been concert buddies and best friends. You weren’t afraid to run up to tackle the other from a distance. Semi’s lent you multiple sweatshirts that other students immediately have identified as his considering the size difference. You’ve gone into his personal bubble many times, mostly to bother him by squishing his face. Other’s believe there’s more going on between you two but you’re both quick to shut down those comments, even if in reality you did harbor feelings for him.

You were both currently in his dorm fiddling with tunes on your guitars. “Y/n, you’re going too fast. Slow down,” Semi laughed while holding your wrists in place on the guitar.

“Dammit! I got nervous,” you responded setting the acoustic guitar down next to your body before using your hands to rub your face.

“It’s just me here. You don’t have to be so nervous.”

“I know, I know. I’ve got to get over this fear.”

Semi picked up his electric guitar and put the strap over himself so he could play properly. “I mean, I get it. It’s not easy playing in front of people, let alone perform. Did you see where I put my pick?”

“How do you do it? You honestly make it look easy. Also, dude, you have like three still stuck on your face.”

“Oh shit,” he responded before feeling his forehead remembering the guitar pick war you guys had. He grabbed one and wiped it on his shirt to take off your saliva for a better grip. “Uhh, I don’t know actually. I definitely do get anxious sometimes but I think I get so caught in the moment that in the end I don’t care who is watching. I’m just having fun, ya know?”

“I’m so focused on what others think, I don’t think I could ever perform how you do.”

“Well, you better get over it. You gotta hold up your end of the deal since you wanted me to do the talent show so bad.”

After Shiratorizawa lost to Karasuno, Semi had more time to focus on his band, which had formed the summer of your second year. They try to put on a show every other week at a local café and managed to gain a decent amount of attention but it definitely wasn’t enough for them to break out. You wanted to push them in anyway you could which led you to annoying Semi to sign up for the talent show.

“Eita, you should sign up for the talent show!”

“Nah. Too many preps. They’re not gonna be interested,” Semi responded in between bites of his lunch.

“Don’t think like that. Your guy’s music is good okay? I’m not just saying that because I’m your best friend I’m saying it because I legitimately mean it. Eagle Thorns is my favorite band. I know you guys will make it big and this can help!”

“They’ve got a good point, Eita,” their bassist, Ranmaru, said.

“I think it’ll be fun,” the drummer, Subaru, added on.

“We’ll do it,” Jiro, the lead guitarist, responded as he smiled up at you.

“Thank you, boys. I’ll sign you guys up-“

“Nope. Nope, no, no, no,” Semi spoke up, leaning over to take the pen from your hand.

“What do you mean no? Everyone else said yes.”

“I didn’t agree. I’ll agree to it if you do it too. I’ll even write your name on the list for you,” Semi stated with a smirk.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Guess we’re not participating then. Sorry boys-“

“I’ll do it. I want you guys to perform.”

“I don’t get why you want me to participate. I’m not the one with a band,” you told him.

“I know, but you want a band of your own. This could help you too. And even if you end up not finding members, it’ll help you get over your stage fright.”

“You have a weird way of showing you care,” you laughed while pushing his shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” Semi responded while pretending to square up.

“Yeah,” you immediately bucked back standing on your toes to help you get closer to his face.

“Ranmaru, the love birds are at it again!” Subaru spoke when he opened the door to Semi’s room.

“Oi! Eita, stop flirting! It’s time for band practice,” Ranmaru scolded.

“How many times do I have to tell you? We’re just friends,” Semi retorted turning his back to you.

You made eye contact with Jiro and he gave you a sorry look. Jiro was the only one that knew of your feelings and you planned to keep it that way. He was a year younger and didn’t speak to many other third years so you felt you could trust him.

“Yeah guys, c’mon. How many times do we have to tell you we’re just friends? It’s getting tiring at this point,” you added on with a fake happy smile on your face.

“Whatever. You get a song ready, y/n?”

“Still working on it. I’ll leave you guys alone and head back to my dorm. Have fun!” And with that you excused yourself and headed off.

When you got back to your dorm, you immediately sent a text to Tendou asking him to come over so you could vent to him. While waiting you came up with a plan. You decided you were going to play a song that expressed your feelings and then once you came off stage you were going to walk up to Semi and confess, hoping that the high from being on stage walks off with you.

“He said that?” Tendou asked as he sat on your bed with a large plush in his lap, watching you pace around your dorm.

“Yes! I don’t know what to do! Graduation is just around the corner and I wanna tell him before we go out separate ways after high school. Tendou, I’m so scared what if we don’t talk to each other again after graduation?”

“No, that’s not happening. You guys are best friends. I doubt he’d stop talking to you after we graduate.”

“Ok, but what if I confess and he doesn’t feel the same?”

“Trust me he feels the same.”

“How do you know that? Does he ever talk about me?”

“I can just tell by how he looks at you! And I’ll be honest he doesn’t bring you up but when someone else does he immediately tells them to shut up. Incase you didn’t know, I understand guy code. That means ‘don’t talk about my girl’.”

“Okay, okay. That puts me somewhat at ease.”

“Good. Now all you have to do is play that song without fucking up.”

“Ugh, Tendou! That just made me sick to my stomach!” You exclaimed before jumping on the bed and tackling him.

“It’s the truth! Just picture the audience in their underwear!” Tendou retaliated as he grabbed a pillow to hit you with.

“It’s not that easy!” You said while lightly hitting his chest.

“Why do you care so much as to what people think?”

“I don’t care about what others think I just care about what he thinks!”

“Shit, you have it BAD, bad,” Tendou laughed while putting the pillow behind his head for support. “Y/n, he’d be an idiot to reject you. And I’d remind him daily if he did. You are such a catch, it’d be a shame if he let you go to waste,” he told you earnestly.

“I-, thank you, Tendou. It means a lot-“

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you guys were in the middle of something,” Semi voiced when he let himself into your dorm, a reoccurring scene he’s noticed.

“Eita!” You greeted him, immediately getting off of Tendou to go hug the setter.

“Semi-Semi, I thought your practice was going to last longer,” Tendou said, taking note of the small glare Semi gave him.

“Stop calling me that and we finished early,” the ash blonde responded before turning to you. “What about you? Did you manage to pick a song?”

“I did!” you told him with a smile.

After two weeks of practicing it was finally the night of the talent show. You had your guitar in a soft case, that Semi had given you, across your back. Were you nervous? Yes. Of the crowd? Not exactly. What you told Semi and Tendou wasn’t a lie. You didn’t care about what people thought of you, unless they were people you cared about. You cared about how your friends would react. You cared about what Semi’s band members thought. You even cared about what the members of the volleyball team would think, even if you’ve only met them a few times. But most importantly, you cared about what Semi’s opinion of your performance was.

You and Semi have sang along to numerous songs in different settings, even taking turns to do karaoke in the car. All those times you didn’t care about what he thought because you were so comfortable being around him, but now that it matters, that’s when your self doubt kicked in.

“Ready?” Semi asked you from behind, making you jump.

You took a deep breath after the scare before smiling up at him, “Nope, but I’m up soon.”

“Indeed you are. You’ll do great. I know you will.” Semi’s honesty was something you always admired about him. In your three years of friendship, he’s never lied to you. He’s always evaluated the situation and told you his thoughts without a single waver in his voice. Him believing in you, gave you all the confidence in the world.

You guys were standing side to side watching the other acts perform their talents from side stage. As your turn neared closer, he raised an arm over your shoulder, rubbing it to help ease your nerves causing you to lean your head on him.

“Hey, I gotta tell you something later,” you spoke, avoiding looking at him.

“Tell me now,” he responded gently.

“Nah. After we perform.”

“Alright,” he laughed. “Ima go find the guys, we’re up after you. Good luck, don’t fuck up or else you won’t hear the end of it from me.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Okay jackass. Good luck to you too. Tell the boys I wish them luck too.”

As soon as Semi left your side, the announcer spoke up to announce it was now your turn to perform. You took a deep breath before shaking each of your limbs to make sure they were working. Once you concluded that they were, you made your way to the center of the stage.

“Good evening, L/N, the stage is all yours,” the announcer spoke before placing the microphone on a stand and adjusting it to your height while you grabbed the chair left on stage for you to use. You gave him a silent nod before he left the stage.

“Thank you,” you spoke while grabbing the mic to tilt it a little more towards you. “I’m going to be singing a song by a band called ONE OK ROCK. This song is called ‘Wherever You Are’. Please enjoy.”

Wherever you are, I'll always make you smile

Wherever you are, I'm always by your side

Whatever you say, kimi wo omou kimochi

I promise you "forever" right now

You were almost done with the song and decided to look up and scan the crowd. You were quick to notice Tendou and Ushijima sitting in the crowd, Tendou looking more impressed than the latter. When your eyes connected with the judges you remembered situation you were in and closed your eyes to put all your effort into the last three lines. It went quiet in the auditorium after you finished which only made your eyes stay shut until loud clapping and hollering commenced, one voice sticking out from all the rest.

“Wooooo! Go y/n!” You could hear Tendou yell. You looked up to make eye contact with him again. He was grinning from ear to ear while talking to the people beside him, most likely telling them he knew you.

You grabbed the microphone again and gave a small chuckle before speaking, “thank you, everyone.”

The announcer came back into the stage and gave you a hand to help you get up from the chair. While you put the guitar away he put the chair away and spoke into the microphone as you waved the crowd goodbye. “Beautiful wasn’t it? So passionate. Thank you so much for blessing all of our ears with your voice. Now, up next we have another musical performance. This next one is a group and they call themselves Eagle Thorns! Please welcome Eita, Ranmaru, Subaru, and Jiro to the stage!”

Subaru walked up first with his drum sticks in his hand and made his way to his kit. Once he got to his seat, he raised one arm up waved to greet the crowd. Jiro and Ranmaru walked up together with their instruments and waved to the crowd as they went to their spots. Semi followed them from a couple feet behind with his guitar and made his way to center stage. “Hope you guys still have some energy after all the performances you’ve seen tonight. We are Eagle Thorns and if there’s any parents in the room, I hope you brought some ear plugs,” Semi joked.

You were standing off to the side of the stage watching them. It was funny to you because they were really acting how they did for any other gig. You’ve been to almost all of their shows and we’re still amazed every time they took the stage.

“This song is an original. It’s called ‘Late’.”

I can't stop thinking it, thinking it

That it's a little too late, a little too late, a little too late, a little too late

“Here we go!” Semi yelled into the mic. What followed was Ranmaru sing the first part of the hard vocals while Jiro did the second part which made you realize why Semi made his joke directed towards the parents earlier. In true Semi fashion, he found a way to include some spice into the band’s performance.

What kept bothering you was his use of the word ‘mistake’. All it did was make you question who he was talking about. You went down the list of people you thought it could’ve been but as far as you knew, Semi didn’t talk to a lot of people regularly. He preferred to keep his social circle small.

“Thank you so much for giving us a chance to play tonight. Before we leave the stage I’d like to ask someone very special to come up to the stage. They already know who they are,” Semi spoke into the mic.

A couple of performers that had gone up before were whispering amongst themselves.

“Is he doing what I think he’s doing?”

“Super bold move of him if he is.”

“Oh my god! He’s gonna ask someone to be his date for the dance next week!”

After that last comment you could feel a bunch of gazes landing on your form. The small group of students were now encouraging you to go up, but all you could do was grip into the strap that was across your body for comfort.

“Y/n! He’s talking about you!”

“Y/n go up there! What are you waiting for?”

“It’s not me guys,” you spoke. You knew you weren’t that special someone the moment Semi turned to the direction that was the opposite of where you were. “After all, we’re just friends.”

The group around you grew very confused from your response until they looked forward and saw someone else walk on stage towards the lead singer.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Would you go on a date with me and accompany me next week to the dance?” Semi asked the girl, who you knew nothing about. He was asking out someone you had no idea existed.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you excused yourself from the people surrounding you and bolted to the closest restroom. When you made it outside the door, you slid off the guitar and placed it on the ground so you could run into a stall. You immediately took out your phone and started texting Tendou asking him to come to your dorm so you could have a shoulder to cry on since the one you normally rely on isn’t an option at the moment. Tendou responded immediately, encouraging you to at least wait until the event is over for the awards ceremony. You were about to text him back but froze when you heard foot steps.

“I think she’s in here,” a soft voice spoke.

“It has to be this one, who else’s guitar would this be?” another voice spoke.

“Hmm,” a third girl spoke. “Hi, we’re looking for L/n Y/n! We-“

“Shhhh! You don’t have to be so loud, Izumi,” the second voice spoke.

“I don’t think it was a good idea to come looking for them now.”

“You’re probably right, but we wouldn’t have another opportunity to talk to them.”

What could they want with you? What could some strangers possibly want to talk to you about? You quietly leaned forward on the plastic door to look through the crack to judge the situation. There were three girls total, and one of them looked mean. As much as you didn’t like judging people based on their looks, the other two girls appeared to be nicer which made you take a chance.

“You’re looking for me?” You asked, stepping out of the stall while wiping your eyes.

The girl with the soft voice immediately took notice of your state and turned to grab a paper towel and wet it before handing it to you. “Here you go,” she said with a small smile.

“Uh, thank you,” you responded awkwardly.

“Sorry we’re meeting like this but we wanted to ask you a question. Would you be interested in being in our band? We’d love to have you,” the girl you were on edge about asked.

“You want me in your band? I only know how to play acoustic guitar, I’m an amateur at best,” you responded honestly while dabbing your face with the wet paper towel.

“Okay but you sing amazingly! We need a lead singer and your voice matches our vibe! At least think about it. Please. Let’s change information,” the louder one spoke as she handed you her phone.

You gave a genuine smile to the girls before accepting the device and started entering your information as you took yours out so she could do the same.

“Award ceremony is starting! All performers please make your way to the stage!” Someone yelled from the hallways.

You were about to speak but the leader of the girls spoke up for you. “Guess that means you, girly. Good luck!” She handed you your guitar back and ushered you out of the bathroom so you’d be able to make it where you needed to be on time.

When you made it back to the stage, Semi quickly made his way towards you, leaving his band behind, with a smile on his face. “Hey! Where’d you go?” He asked, completely unaware that you ran off to go cry.

“Not important,” you told him dryly.

Giving you a confused look he decided to continue the conversation. “Alright... well what was it you were gonna tell me?”

Now you were having an internal battle within yourself. Do you actually confess to him after he technically just confessed to someone else? Do you tell him something else? Or, do you just not tell him anything?

Knowing the last option would just cause him to bug you until you told him something you decided to go with the second option.

“I was gonna say that there’s a big name in the crowd tonight. Someone from a record label is here to scout out a new artist but I don’t know who.”

“Oh shit. No way! Hope they liked us.”

“Yeah.”

At this point you didn’t know what to do. You were upset that he’s never spoken about this person to you before. You thought you were closer than this. Don’t best friends tell each other about their crushes? Don’t best friends tell each other about things like this? Did you see Semi more as a best friend than he did for you? Were you putting in more effort into the relationship than he was this entire time? Were you so stuck in your fantasy that every small task he did for you mean nothing to him? Was he just being nice to you?

“Semi, who is she?” you asked trying not to cry for the second time in the past hour.

“Semi?�� He asked taking notice of how you used his last name instead of his first name. “She’s someone I’ve been seeing on the low for about a month now.”

A month. He’s kept her away from you for a month.

“Why haven’t you ever introduced me to her?”

“I didn’t think it was important.”

“Why would you think that?” You asked with in a louder tone.

He looked at you even more confused as to why you were acting the way you were. “Sorry, I didn’t know I needed my friend’s approval to date someone?” Semi responded with the same tone you did, but with a little more bite.

His answer left you feeling as if you’ve been stabbed in the front. Out of all the ways he could’ve said, he chose to respond like that? Not wanting to draw attention you guys you decided to end the conversation before it got out of hand. “Don’t talk to me Semi,” you told him before turning to walk away from him.

He tried to reach out to grab your arm and ask you what the hell your problem was but the announcer spoke up.

“Alright, now that everyone is here and the judges have counted their votes, it’s time to announce the winners! In third place we have the dance duo! Congrats you guys!”

You were walking behind the line of performers so that the crowd would hopefully not see you walk off the stage as the announcer spoke.

“And in second place we have Eagle Thorns!” You froze at the loud cheers that erupted and the arm that you recognized belonged to Jiro as the hugged you from excitement right when you walked by.

“And in first place, drum roll please... we have L/n Y/n! Congratulations!” Now you can’t help yourself. Being too overwhelmed with emotions is never a good thing because now here you are, letting tears fall in front of a whole room of people. Jiro immediately picked you up and spun you around before putting you down and encouraging you to walk to center stage to accept the fake trophy that you weren’t expecting. You wiped your tears for a second time that night and gave a slight wave to the crowd before speaking into the microphone that the announcer was holding for you.

“Judges, thank you so much. I honestly didn’t think I’d win this but from the bottom of my heart thank you so, so, much!”

While you were giving your thank you speech, all Semi could do is question why you were so upset. As far as he knew, you had a thing for Tendou and Tendou had a thing for you, so why were you so invested in his relationship?

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panic-at-the-fiction · 4 years

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Let’s Talk About Cuba

Sumary: (y/n) and Alex has a rocky relationship to begin with but after the events in Cuba they have a lot to talk about. But Alex seems to be avoiding (y/n).

Warnings: Smut, totally could have used some protection. Bad smut writing

A/N: So I wrote this in like May before I had even started posting and I had a friend help me write the smut part but she quit on me so I had to write the uncomfortable last bit by myself. And for my first smut piece ever I did okay with it but I was so uncomfortable writing it I never got around to posting it. So here I am 5 months later finally posting it. And may I say Alex Summers needs more smut written for him. Just not by me.

Things had been complicated for the past couple of months. Shaw was finally dead. Then we lost Erik and Raven to the human killing dark side just like we had lost angel. Then Xavier told us that Moria wasn’t going to be coming back to the mansion either. She had left without even saying goodbye too. At least Shawn had the decency to tell he was returning home to see his parents.

Our ragged tag team of mutants was gone and with Xavier and Hank all so busy with their big plans to make this place into a mutant school, with their bright new students arriving any day now. There was really no point in me and Alex staying here.

I mean we were too old to be students. Neither of us were qualified to be teachers either, but where else would we go? Charles and Erik had found Alex in a high security prison and me living out of an illegal gambling ring hustling sleazy rich guys at poker each night. We didn’t have a warm fuzzy home to go back too like Shawn did.

I had been wondering the halls for the past hour trying to find Alex. We hadn’t had a chance to talk in private about what happened In Cuba.

He had saved me from one of angels acid spit blast only to end up on top of me. Both of our faces barely inches apart. I swear we stayed like that for an eternity. Both of us staring at the other like we were contimplating the existence of the universe.

Now I’ll be the first to admit I had always felt a tension between us. At first it seemed like it was burning hatred but over training our sarcasitc comments to each other became less mean and more flirtatious. Only now we barely even say anything. Just a few glances between us followed by awkward eye contact.

Ever since Cuba I haven’t been able to think much about anything other than his lips on mine. Neither of us have been willing to bring it up yet and Ive started to think maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. That he’s been avoiding me and that what ever happened with us on that beach was in my head; that he doesn’t feel the same way. The idea of it all was stressing me out. I had never felt like this before. I had never gotten this worked up over a guy.

I knocked on his bedroom door, but no answers. I could hear his record player playing in his room. He had to be in there. “Alex open up Its me, we really need to talk.” Still no answer. I was beginning to get pissed off. If he didn’t want to talk about Cuba because he doesn’t feel the same way he can tell me like a man. “Alex! Just open the damn door and talk to me like a man or I’ll have to break it down!”

That’s when I heard the hallway bathroom door open. He was just strolling out of the bathroom, post shower in sweat pants and no shirt. This man really had no idea the effect he could have on me. I stormed over to him pointing my finger at his chest ready to unleash my weeks worth of built up anger and insecurities. “Where the hell have you been Summers?! I haven’t seen you around in a week! How come you’ve been ignoring me? To afraid to talk to me like a man now summers?”

He just stared at me startled like a deer I headlights. He seemed to get ahold of himself and process what I had yelled at him.“I haven’t been avoiding you (y/n). I’ve just been busy with you know stuff.”

“Oh you’ve just been busy with ‘stuff’ that’s why I’ve been wondering the halls alone the past couple of weeks. We’re they only ones here and there hasn’t been anything to do since we got here. How the hell have you been busy? I mean I’ve gone out of my mind just trying to occupy the time. You haven’t talked to me in days and UGH I’m trying to be mad at you for ignoring me but it’s hard to focus when your not wearing a goddamn shirt!” In that moment I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed his face and pulled him down to my hight crashing my lips onto his. I realized what I had done to late and I quickly pulled away, trying to act cool about what I had just done.

The awkward silience was deadly. Alex only laughed and shook his head. “You really have no idea how insane you drive me.” He closed the distance between us, pushing me up against the wall grabbing my hips and kissing me.

I threw my arms around his shoulders completely melting at the feeling of his lips on mine. The kiss was picking up quickly. His hand slid down to the back of my thighs and he easily lifted me off the ground. I quickly wrapped my legs around him.

He fumbled with the door handle to his room. Barely getting open and getting us inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot before laying us down on the bed. His lips begin to work their way down my neck stopping and leaving marks every so often. His fingers tracing up my shirt, slowly pushing it up. I couldn’t stand his slow teasing so I broke the kiss, quickly taking off my own shirt.

We easily fell back into the same rhythm. Each kissing the other like we couldn’t get enough.

Alex unhooked my bra and began kissing down my stomach, moving towards my hips. He slowly slipped my pants off. “Is this ok?” he asked.

“Of course it is.” His hand drifted to my inner thighs and then to my already wet heat.

“You're this sensitive, baby?”

“Don't act like it's not your fau-“ He pressed his lips onto mine before I could finish my sentence. The hand that was hovering over me started taking off my underwear. I shimmied my legs to get them off and he broke away.

“Do we really have time for all this teasing?” I asked sitting up on my hands.

“Hey I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time now. I’m gonna do it right.” He repositioned himself so he could comfortably rest his head between my thighs. He moved closer, grazing his tongue against my clit slowly. I ran my hand through his hair.

“Fuck.” I moaned as the knot in my stomach unraveled.

“You better quite down or you might wake up the whole mansion.” He laughed.

“Shut up you jerk” I said playfully smacking his shoulder.

“Now lay on you back.”

“A bit demanding there aren’t we?” he said refusing to move.

“Just do it.” I said pushing him over so that he laid beside me.

“Alright then.”

I flipped over to straddle him. I quickly took off his sweat pants. I line him up with my entrance and in to him. I lean down connect our lips again. I moved my hips as fast as I could. I couldn’t get enough of him. Alex seemed to not even able to get enough either as he flipped me back over leaving him once more on top.

His pace was rough and fast but I could still feel the tenderness with every thrust. I dragged my hands down his back. I must have scratched him because he took both my hands and pinned them down with his own away from both of us. Between not being able to touch him and his uncontrollable thrust the knot in my stomach built up once more and was quickly undone. Alex continued thrust as he reached his own high.

With both of us hot and out of breaths he slowly pulled out and layed beside me. We layed there still catching our breaths before I trned my head to look over at him. “So you’ve been waiting to do that with me for a while?” I asked smiling thinking about what he had said earlier. “How long have you’ve wanted to do that?”

He flipped over to face me and set up on his elbow. “To be honest since the first day they brought us together and you stood up to me all sassy like.” I was doing my best not to laugh. To think after all that worrying about him not feeling the same way about me he had liked me since before I knew I like him.

Alex smiled at me and slipped his arm around me pulling me closer so that I was laying on his chest. “You think we woke up the professor dorks down the hall?”

I had totally forgot they were still in the mansion. I let out a soft laughed and burred my face in his chest. “Oh God I hope not.”

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