#this class and needing to let her know beforehand if im going to be out etc etc

[nyx-is-missing]

Could u write one for clarisse where she's impressed with femR bc of how good she is at fighting and all and clarisse finds her incredibly attractive bc no one has challenged her the way R does?

And like a bit of pining until the two confess

Thank you!!

Breathtaking or taken

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader

Summary: when Clarisse finds a opponent worth of her, she is breathtaken.

Warnings: none really, just fluff, not a descriptive fight scene on sight cause mama dont know how to write that, so just fluff fluff, and mutual pining fluff

(Do i need to say its not proofread? No? Thank you)

Here is one of the main benefits of being a daughter of Athena, you'll know.

DIfferent from other gods, Athena will let your parent know it is her who they are talking to.

And if letting them know beforehand isnt enough, she will let them know when the baby is brought to them, and if your parent is smart enough to live up to her choice, you'll have time to learn a thing or two before being thrown into this world.

If your parent cares enough about you, you'll have time.

And sure as hell my mom cared.

Always the intelectual woman, historian, researcher, writter, my mom knew many things about ancient greece, she knew all the stories by heart, and she, of all people, knew what she needed to do, to preserve her only daughter, her sacred gift.

She teached me all i needed to learn without compromising myself, stories, languages, art...and fight.

Little girls my age were doing dance classes, were trying to be good enough for drama club, were playing tea party with their dolls or making a mess with their mom's make up.

Well...i.. i was doing martial arts, i was fencing, i had my face in a book every free time i got.

I always asked her about it, why was she so strict about never missing a fight leasson, her answer always made sense, there and now.

"The world is cruel, especially for little girls, someday i might not be all the time with you, someday, you'll fight your own battles, you need to be ready"

Every word, every single word is true.

And that is how i ended up here, in a arena of camp half blood, sparring with Clarisse, and winnig, by two points, yes, but winning.

It is clear nobody expected that from me, neither did she actually, i can see in her eyes.

Understandable, they expect Athena kids to be calm, find a solution, not fight her way out.

Honestly their looks dont bother me, i dont even think much of it, but Clarisse's looks, they got something more to them, like a kid who finally got the dog she really wanted.

"Aaand break time Clarrise, we'll continue this tomorrow, id like to enjoy the rest of my afternoon thank you"

I dropped the sword down and started to undo my armor while walking close to the exit.

"Wait wait wait, now? Already? C'mon i didnt even had time to figure out how do you do that... all of that"

She stood next to me, still holding her sword and honestly.. she was beautiful, yes she was sweaty now and yes she was mean to everyone but.. now...right now, she was beautiful, shining, in her element really, flushed cheeks and a smile she only had when with a sword in hand.

"I practice, ever since i was a kid, everyday, well expect in weekends but yeah, almost everyday... how do you do all that? You are good...-want some water?"

I offered her my bottle also motioning for her to walk with me, both wich she gladly accepted.

"I practice too...and i never said this to anyone but, you are good, great even, and look breathtaking"

We stop walking, we stop all actually.

"I look what, Clarisse?"

"Breathtaken- you look out of breath, do you want the water back?"

Ah.

Weeks later i found myself in the same scenario, sparring with Clarisse again, actually that is all i do when it comes to training, be with Clarisse

"C'mon curls, thats the best you've got? No need to go easy on me"

"Im not going easy, i already told you, you caught me distracted thats all- GIRL WIll YOU SUSH?"

She tried to block you with her sword, thankfully for her, a succeded attempt.

"How could i? You're so fun to mess with, gets all red n all"

"Oh you want to talk about getting red?"

In a moment i was on the floor, Clarisse on top of me, and i couldnt speak, all i could do was stare into her big brown eyes, who looked right into my soul.

"Cant speak anymore huh? Oh if you could see the red im seeing-"

Now this my ladies and gentlemen, this is what i call a shot of faith.

I raised my head a little and just..i kissed her, it was quick but I did it, and her face went blank.

"Now you are breathtaken Curls, how about that?"

"And you are still breathtaking"

Still?

Oh

Oh.

"You...like me Clarisse?"

"You didnt knew?"

Oh.

"....no..?"

"Would you walk away if i kissed you this time?"

"....no."

[pebbleswritessometimes]

Hi! Could I request a Larissa x reader who’s a teacher? There’s an event out of town for teachers and heads of outcast schools and reader is Larissa’s platonic date (they’re just friends… for now *evil laugh*). A professor from a different school starts flirting with reader, and since the professor is kind of pretty (not as pretty as Larissa of course), reader gets flustered and Larissa gets jealous. Larissa’s in a bad mood for the rest of the night and when they go back to the hotel, reader follows Larissa to her room to check what was wrong and Larissa kisses them out if frustration and tells reader her feelings. Can you also please make the ending steamy but no actual smut. Thank you!

I hope this is okay, Lovey! I’ve had writers block for a little while and this is the first time my brain has been like “WRITEWRITEWRITE” so I’m sorry it’s super long. Like 2800 hundred words or something and it’s definitely not the best but I hope it works. Let me know if I could do better!

Not proof read, love y’all

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY (that songs been stuck in my head)

AN: sorry about the formatting im so confused as to what happened to it, not proof read

Warnings:none

As much as you loved Nevermore, you couldn’t be more excited for a little trip away. Even if the trip itself revolved around the academy and other outcast educators from around the country. The invitation that was sent out had requested that, “Principal Larissa Weems, and one additional educator guest, of the invitees choice, attend the event for the opportunity to socialize and discuss what’s been beneficial for each schools students, communities, and staff as a whole.”

You had just finished your last class of the day, when Larissa had come in. Unbeknownst to you, she had stood outside of your classroom door for a moment, giddy that she’d be spending a bit of time with you, had you decided to attend the event with her. “Good Evening, Miss Y/L/N,” she spoke with a smile, as she made her way closer to your desk. You spun around,”Larissa! How’s it going?” You grinned and leaned on your palms. “Very well, thank you. So, this morning, I received an invitation to an event, just outside the state line,” handing you the letter, she continued. “Of course, I’ll be attending. However, I came here to see if you’d indulge me and be my guest educator? I know it’s a sudden trip, but I believe the insight gained from conversing with the other educators, may be beneficial for Nevermore.” She watched as you read the letter, biting your lip in thought. She stood tall and confident, as she usually does, only now, she was fiddling with her fingers. Maybe her hands were cold. “It’s this weekend? Sure, I don’t see why not,” you smiled and handed the invitation back to her. “Lovely, I look forward to our excursion. Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N,” she began to make her way out of the class room before you quickly caught her attention once more, “Oh! Larissa! Sorry, do we know roughly how much the expenses for everything will be? I have to make sure I’ve got enough put away,” you looked up at her. She informed you that luckily, all of your expenses were paid.

By the time the event weekend had arrived, you had everything set in place. Miss Thornhill would keep a close eye on your students hall, spending money was set aside, and you entrusted your most responsible student, Bianca, with tending to the needs of your class goldfish, Hush. Situating your suitcase in the trunk of the car, alongside Larissa’s, you slid your sunglasses to the top of your head and sat in the passenger seat.

“I’m hungryyyyy,” you whined and flopped your head to the side. Laughing at your childish display, “I told you it would be a bit of a drive. You didn’t eat beforehand?” She obviously knew the answer. You shook your head and pouted. Larissa reached back behind your seat, and pulled up a small woven bag, filled with snacks. Gasping, you quite literally couldn’t be happier,” OH, you’re the best! You can pick what we snack on first,” you were too busy drooling over the multitude of snacks in your lap, you didn’t notice how her pale cheeks had suddenly been overtaken by a delicate pink.

The remainder of the drive to the hotel was full of snacking on treats, screaming the lyrics to songs, and Larissa adoring how peaceful you seemed as you slept. You even managed to make her a flustered mess when you insisted she wore your sunglasses to “shield those pretty blue eyes,” of hers.

When you two arrived, you were welcomed by both hotel employees and event volunteer staff. Larissa took it upon herself to check in and grab your room keys. “This is faaaancy,” you shimmied your way down the hall, towards your hotel rooms. “Hey Girlies! This whole floor has been reserved for the event tonight, so I’m assuming that’s what you two are here for,” a woman clad in a brown pantsuit, enthusiastically shook your hand. “I’ve got to run, it was lovely to meet you. Oh! Beware, the alarm clocks in this place have a nasty habit of going off at random hours,” she waltzed into the elevator.

“She seems very chipper,” Larissa chuckled as she pointed you to your door which was right next to her. “For sure, she was really purrrdy, too,” you said laughing. You didn’t seem cognizant as to the reaction Larissa had given to your words.

There was about 3 hours before the event started in the convention center of the hotel. Each of you chose to do what you wanted with the extra time, before you had to be ready and at the event. Your hotel room was modern, yet cozy. You had a comfortable bed with a plush blanket laying on top. The mini fridge was stocked with teas, juices, and waters of many brand names. You were thankful that the event coordinators gave you two free drinks. Grabbing a water from the fridge, you set out your outfit for the evening.

You decided to get dressed earlier than needed, you figured if you did it now, less of a chance you’d lose track of time. you wore a black long-sleeve top that accentuated your collar bones, a beige double-layered mesh skirt with black detailing that flowed around at your ankles, and adorned it all with a stunning citrine necklace and earring set.

Very quickly though, you got bored. What better way to entertain yourself, than to go hang out with a friend? You picked up the hotel phone, punched in a room number, as sat waiting for a response. “Hi, thank you for calling Pizza Place, how can I help you?” You held back a giggle, “I- you phoned me? I’m sorry I believe you must’ve gotten the wrong number,” confused as ever, Larissa had prepared to replace the phone on its stand. “No No! Rissa ! It’s me!” Laughing like a dork, you explained you were just messing with her because you were already ready and incredibly bored. “Oh you- haha, very funny,” she sarcastically chuckled, “you can come here and talk while I finish getting ready, if you’d like.” Less than a minute went by before you plunged the phone back down, grabbed your handbag, and knocked on her door. She tittered as she opened the door to your cheeky smile, before she stopped and admired you. “What? Oh, you like?? Look! It’s got pockets- oh! And,” you paused, stepping back and excitedly twirling around, “ISN’T IT MAGICAL?” She nodded in response,” yes, I love it. Certainly a magical outfit to fit such a magical person,” you giggled at her compliment, before you both moved into her room.

Larissa got ready in the restroom as you sat yourself on her bed. Talking through the open door, you went on and on about how much you anticipated speaking to the other teachers. They might have some good intel on how to keep the children engaged, or maybe they even have grand ideas about events to hold at the academy.

“Do you think that- woah…” looking up from your phone, “you look like royalty, Rissa,” in awe, you took in the sight. Swiftly turning her head in an attempt to conceal her blush, she grabbed her purse, “Thank you, Y/N. As do you, dear. Ready to go?” She asked, before you hopped off the bed, straightened out your skirt, and linked your arm with hers. “Absolutely.” If only you had noticed how much she flustered at the physical contact.

The venue was as elegant as you could’ve imagined. Taking in the scene, you both made your way into the crowd of people. Some quickly recognizing Larissa and moving in your direction. “Larissa, my, you haven’t aged a day,” a man with fangs spoke through a lisp. You stuck by her side as she conversed with principals from all over the country. You had never even seen some of these types of outcast in person. With a whisper, you informed Larissa that you’d be headed over to grab a drink from the bar. “Don’t be long, please. I’d much rather have you by my side than to speak with these people alone,” you smiled and assured her it wouldn’t be long. Selecting the finest lush red wine for Larissa, and an airy white for yourself, Larissa had found you back at her side. Thanking you as she swirled the glass, she took your arm into hers and began speaking to the woman who wore a dazzling hat, as to cover her snakes.

“Hey cutie!” It was the woman who spoke to you in the hall when you first arrived, “Goodness, you look ravishing,” looking over at Larissa who had glanced over for a moment,”You both do.” Complimenting her on her pantsuit, she invited you over to speak with her and some of the teachers from surrounding areas. “I’ll be over there, okay Riss?” Unlinking your arm, your allowed your hand to be taken by the other woman. Previously unbothered, Larissa was hastily overtaken by jealousy. The way the woman took your hand, and you allowed her to do it so easily. The way you nearly folded into yourself laughing at her jokes, the way you visibly flustered when she’d compliment you or she’d “accidentally” graze your skin. She felt possessive over you. She loved you, het you hadn’t noticed. Were the feelings not mutual? “God, this woman is practically throwing herself at her,” she thought.

Trying to spilt her attention in two ways caused Larissa to slip up in her disciplined demeanor. “What? I’m sorry, I lost focus for a moment,” she apologized to the man. She couldn’t care less about the statistics received from his school, her mind was completely overtaken by the thought of you. She completely lost it when she spotted that woman’s hand, resting on your lower back, as she introduced you to some of the higher up educators. What made you throw your head back in laughter? How was it that you so easily took such a liking to her? Would you have preferred to be here with her than with Larissa? She couldn’t help all the thoughts racing through as she quickly made her way to the other side of the room.

You often looked around the venue, trying to spot Larissa’s whereabouts. “Where the hell did she go?” You thought. Finally, about 30 minutes before the event was set to wrap up, you caught a glimpse of her leaning against the wall, nursing her glass of wine. “Rissa? Where’ve your been? I’ve been looking for you for almost the entire night,” you chuckled, still concerned. You received nothing but a hum in response as she downed the rest of her glass. “Rissa?”

“Enjoy the rest of the night, Miss Y/N,” she stood and pushed her glass into the center of the table. “Wait, what? Where are you going? We’re here together, silly. Are you okay?” Throwing questions at her, trying to stop her before she got to the doors.

“I-“ cut off by someone calling your name,

“Y/N! Some new friends and I are going to head to the pool after this, wanna come?”

Larissa scoffed and increased her speed, quickly exiting the venue. “Sorry, I’d love to, but I’ve got to go and help a friend with something.”

Racing through the lobby, you spotted Larissa just as the elevator doors closed. “Fuck,” running to the front desk to ask about the location of the stairs. Promptly speeding your way up the stairs, you made it to your floor just as Larissa had exited the elevator. Rolling her eyes, she continued her walk to the room. “Larissa! What’s wrong?” Shouting as you race behind her, “What the hell happened back there?”

“Please, go.” She shoved open her room door and went in. “I-“ using some strength, you pushed the door as she tried to close it,” Rissa, seriously, what’s wrong? Did someone do something? I may be short but rest assured I will take someone down for you,” finally pushing the door all the way open.

Pulling off her coat, she kicked off her heels. Reaching for her hand, she ripped her hand away from your grasp. “Please, talk to me, Riss?”

She let out a dry laugh. Setting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head up in an attempt to prevent tears from falling. “You- That woman-“ failing to get her words out she groaned in frustration. “What about her? Did you know her?” Stepping closer, you stood on your tippy toes, grabbed her face and wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. “Don’t do that!” startled by her sudden change in voice, you moved back.

“You can’t keep doing that!”

“Doing what?! I just-“

“No! You can’t just pretend like you don’t notice me trying to win your favor! Stop treating me as if you share the feelings i do! I keep-“ a sob breaking her from her sentence.

“Larissa, I don’t think I understand I’m sorry-“

She grabbed your cheeks, somehow both roughly and gently, and brought your lips to hers. You could taste the wine on her lips. It took a moment for you to process what was happening, but quickly you returned the effort. It was like everything stopped for a moment. Nothing existed, but her. “Oh,” was all that left your mouth as she pulled way. “Oh..oh god. Y/N, i am so sorry, i am so so sorry, i don’t know why I did that. I let my emotions get the best of me and I apologize if I’ve compromised our-“ she was too stuck in her anxious rambling that she didn’t notice you kicking the stool that sat by the desk. You dragged it with your foot, placing it just in front of her, before you stepped up. You spun her around and pulled her hands away from her face. Startled by the sudden height change, she spoke,

“What are you-“ letting out a hum as she melted.

“The feelings are mutual, Rissa. I promise,” you begrudgingly pulled away from her, not letting go of her face. “Did you just…use a step stool to kiss me..” You both looked down before she broke out into a small fit of laughter. “I.. yeah, yes, I did… and I’d do it again” you chuckled before kissing her once more.

“I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have allowed my feelings for you to ruin your night out,” she pouted. “Don’t be silly. I’m sorry that I hadn’t taken upon your advances. I have a hard time with cues, you know,” you brushed your thumb down her cheek, before she lifted you off the stool and placed you by the nightstand.

“That was quite the unexpected fervid display, wasn’t it,” she chuckled and wrapped her hand around yours. “Yeah, movie worthy, if I do say so myself,” smirking, you leaned up on your arm, “hey, so… you should totally kiss me again,” earning a good laugh from Larissa. “Is that so?” She gazed at your lips, memorizing every feature she could. Your heart began to race as you did the same. You never noticed how the apples of her cheeks were naturally, such a subtle pink. Pecking your lips once, she smirked as you let out a slight whine. “Cute,” she said before she smacked her lips against yours. You were completely enveloped in bliss as she bit your lip and delved her tongue between them. Moving your hand to her side, you traced her form. Gently moving your hand beneath her blouse, you trailed your fingertips to the clasp of her bra. Making swift work of it, she crawled her way on top of you, beginning to pull your top from your skirt, you moaned as her cold hands grazed over a sensitive area of skin. “Rissa you-“ startled by the sudden blaring of the alarm clock, you threw her off of you and both bounced away from the alarm. “HOLY SHIT, WHAT- oH… is that was that lady was talking about?” Both heaving from your previous attempt at “extracurricular activities” and the fear produced from the unexpected alarm clock, you busted out laughing. Making her way to shut off the alarm, Larissa picked up her coat and threw it on the bed. “We should get some rest, we can enjoy the day tomorrow before we have to head back home,” she gave a soft smile. You complied, still having a tint of a blush at the look of a slightly disheveled Larissa. “Goodnight, Rissa,” you made your way to your room next door. A few moments went by, Larissa had gotten settled into bed, before the phone started ringing, “Hello?” “Rissa, I’m bored again,” you admitted as she laughed on the other side of the phone.

[tender-hearteddd]

homecoming crush

platonic! bertholdt x annie, RBA, slight hitchannie but isn’t the main focus, bertholdt kinda has a romantic partner (you can imagine it as you 🤭) but it’s not the main focus

modern au, high school au, crackfic but not really, annie has comphet, bertholdt is jokingly using the phrase ‘ur so in there’ not seriously lol, also im not a lesbian so im sorry if this isn’t totally accurate to the experience for queer women 😭, i just feel that annie would have romantic feelings for women lol

a/n - i sent this idea to another blog before and just now writing it so if that blog sees this randomly, hi 👋🏽 im the anon who sent you this scenario heehee

The air feels so much more crisp after a school event.

Football games, school dances, morning of a field trip.

Annie can’t find the reason why she came here. She feels awkward in the dress she’s wearing and she’s not even wearing the right shoes. She didn’t even know there were designated shoes for certain outfits until Pieck told her she looked like the protagonist of an old Disney channel show from 2008. All jokes of course.

Annie never lets it get to her. But right now, she is a 16 years old girl in a dress too tight around her growing body and in her old dirtied tennis shoes she wears everyday. Never has it ever occurred to her that looking like an old Disney channel star was a bad thing. Annie has never felt ugly, or pretty for that matter, in her life until now. And it is the most excruciating thing she has ever experienced. Ugly doesn’t even begin to describe how she feels. The eyes of her peers she never cared about are all of a sudden all on her and suddenly she has every reason to care about them now. Her hair is in a low bun and the only makeup she has on is lip balm.

It is homecoming night. The gymnasium has been turned into a starry night in Paris. Armin Arlert had been stressed about it the weeks leading up to the dance. Complaining to Mikasa in their shared history class how it seems like no one apart of the leadership committee actually wants to stick to the theme this year. Annie just felt stressed out listening to him. Perhaps this is the reason why Annie said yes to him when he had asked her to be his date for homecoming, perhaps this is the reason why she’s even in the old sweaty gym anyways outside of school hours.

She wasn’t planning to go. School events weren’t really her scene. But Armin, sweet old Armin who is practically a parents wet dream, needed a date. He practically deserved this just for somehow turning the old sweaty, stinky gymnasium into a romantic Parisian night sky. Who was she to say no? Armin was already on his way to earning the class presidency and later in life, he’ll probably earn the real thing. Compared to herself, quiet, drawn into the background, made to be forgotten - Armin could possibly be the best thing for her. When he asked her out to be his homecoming date, she tried to imagine a life with him, that this date would go really well and they’ll be boyfriend-girlfriend, high school sweethearts. They’d go off to different colleges, maybe go through a weird separation, but eventually find their ways back to each other, get married, have a few kids, grow old together - the whole shindig. The key word is tried though, she tried to think about it working; something in her can’t bring herself to even muster an image of it.

Dread stirs inside her as she realizes she might’ve been stood up. Well, technically she wasn’t, as she did arrive to the event with Armin in hand. But he was nowhere to be found, as he was running around trying to prevent his perfect homecoming dance turning into a disaster. Not only does she feel ugly, but now she feels embarrassed by the fact that she came to this stupid dance for no real reason. She could’ve said no and it wouldn’t have made any difference. She should’ve realized it beforehand. Of course the head of leadership would be busy at a school dance he was in charge of. She wants to cry, she feels stupid about it. It’s so stupid how badly she wants to cry right now. This stupid insignificant dance has done emotional damage to her own being.

Annie’s never felt this alone in her life. Some stupid song is playing and people are moshing around the star football player Reiner Braun as they lift him into the air, or as she knows him, the guy who she used to beat up when they were kids. She watches from a distance, twinges of nostalgia tugging at her heart at the sight of her old friend being celebrated for once in his life. She knew how his home life was and he knew how hers was; they have virtually nothing in common except not liking their home lives. But hey, at least Reiner Braun is dancing tonight and Annie Leonhart is in the corner.

Hitch from her Math class is there too. She’s jumping and shouting with the rest of the crowd, celebrating her old friend. She has her heels in her right hand and she has this big smile on her face and doesn’t feel embarrassed about taking a high school dance this serious, probably from the booze or probably because she’s still in high school, or probably because she didn’t have a bad home life holding her back. I bet Hitch doesn’t feel ugly, Annie thinks.

She can’t feel ugly looking like how she looks right now, at this moment; under the fake starry lights in fake sweaty gym Paris, her gums are showing as she smiles this big toothy smile and her eyes are crinkled like crescent moons, and the baby pink of her dress just further extenuates her whole entire being; this is what beauty is, Annie thinks - a girl laughing and dancing.

Hitch catches Annie staring at her, and her smile just gets even wider as she keeps her eyes on the quiet girl from her math class. Annie returns her eyes and just continues to watch her dance, and she feels a little awkward about it but it sure does beat watching Armin and Jean trying to keep the cardboard Eiffel Tower upright.

Annie doesn’t know much about Hitch. All she knows about her are all the observations she’s made while sitting behind her in Math this school year. How she’s often scolded and told that this isn’t a beauty salon every time she reapplies her lip combo, and how she still continues to do whatever she pleases, how she always has ‘tea to spill’ as she calls it to Mina (Annie secretly listens), how she always plays games on her laptop instead of taking notes, and how she often smiles at Annie when she catches her glance in the hallway, and even if they never talked outside of math class, their conversations being limited to geometry, she still thinks to smile at her, pulling at Annie’s heart, and that’s gotta mean something.

Oh god.

Annie can feel her heart in her throat.

She runs to the nearest exit for a breath of fresh air but instead, runs into a slightly disheveled Bertholdt as he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s been doing nothing but smoke and wait for a drunk Reiner to be done so he can finally go home.

Bertholdt is a bit frightened by Annie’s abrupt appearance, hiding his cigarette in the process thinking Annie was going to be a staff member.

“You scared me!” Bertholdt sits back down against the hood of his dad’s car.

Annie calms down at the sight of her childhood friend. Bertholdt hiding outside makes her feel less bad about her hiding in the corner while their childhood friend gets all the glory. At least they’re both losers.

Annie doesn’t say anything to Bertholdt but goes and sits with him.

“Can I get a cigarette?”

Bertholdt looks at Annie a little surprised. He carefully takes out a cigarette for her, making sure to not mess up the formation, and gives it to her.

Annie puts the cigarette in between her lips, not taking her eyes off the double doors separating her and Hitch.

“Light.”

Bertholdt takes out a candle lighter out of his pocket to light Annie’s cigarette, Annie looks down at the enormous lighter and looks to Bertholdt for an explanation.

“Sorry,” he says while trying to fit the candle lighter into the pocket of his suit, “I’ve been outside this whole time and my lighter ran out of fluid.”

“I’m so fucked Bertholdt.” Annie says, her eyes solemnly closing for a moment. “I’m so insanely fucked.” her sad cerulean eyes open back up, looking at those dreadful double gym doors again.

Bertholdt’s eyebrows furrow in worry. This isn’t the Annie he knows, the Annie who he’s known since they were 7, the Annie who can only express herself through labored sighs and punching Reiner, the Annie who he hasn’t had a proper conversation with since the summer and has made it her lifeline mission to completely ignore the two boys who’s she somehow manages to create a meaningful friendship with. What could fuck up the Annie Leonhardt, who Bertholdt hasn’t even seen angry, let alone sad, let alone happy, this bad to the point where she is expressing her fucked up feelings to an old childhood friend?

Hitch, Hitch from math class is what fucks her up, Hitch and her stupid fucking moshing is what’s fucking Annie up, Hitch and her lip combo, Hitch and her stupid gossip, Hitch and her stupid smile.

“Uhhhh..” Bertholdt doesn’t really know what to say as he starts looking at anything else but Annie, “did Armin do something?” he asks, knowing she went to this dance with Armin in hand. He doesn’t know what else could fuck up her night like this, he hasn’t talked to her in months and he’s desperately looking for answers.

“No. I wish he did.”

“Well what didn’t he do?” Bertholdt still doesn’t know what to say or how to comfort his old friend. He’s literally searching up on his phone how to comfort an old friend and typing out Reddit right afterwards because he doesn’t have the time to read PsychologyToday.com’s whole ass article.

“He did nothing.”

“I’m sorr-“

“He literally did nothing. He was just running around trying to make sure that the fucking lights didn’t go out and the speakers wouldn’t malfunction. As soon as we came into the gym, he’s running right to Jean fucking Kierstein to lecture him about whatever the fuck those leadership nerds even worry about.” Annie is starting to shake and tear up a bit. Bertholdt awkwardly places his large hand on her shoulder, literally doesn’t even try to soothe her, just places his hand on her shoulder.

“I feel so fucking stupid. I don’t even know why I said yes to go to this dance with him just so he can run around doing whatever the fuck he’s doing. I don’t even know him like that.” Annie holds her head in her hands, knowing damn well it isn’t Armin turning her into a crying mess.

“All I did was stand in the fucking corner while the ‘star quarterback’ Reiner Braun was having the time of his life.” Annie is just now finding things to be mad at, trying her hardest to avoid these feelings she can’t possibly be having right now. She knows she’s not mad at Reiner or even Armin, but that foreign ache in heart is trying to find someone to blame.

“Is it Reiner you’re upset about?” Bertholdt softly asks.

Annie doesn’t respond as she quietly cries into her hands.

“I get how you feel. I know me, you and Reiner haven’t been close friends since freshmen year but I really did miss when we were all close. Now all I talk to is Reiner. Sometimes it feels like I don’t even know Reiner.” Bertholdt mindlessly says, his thoughts drifting back to when it was just them three, unburdened by the possibility of becoming strangers, old stories to tell their future children about. He starts to ponder about the old days, when the three of them were still kids and had all the time for each other. Now, Reiner is being celebrated for the star athlete he is and the pasts of his childhood is outside, smoking fakedeep cigarettes and talking about their feelings. It’s gayer than Annie.

“But honestly,” he starts to confess, “I don’t think Reiner really knows me either. And Annie,” his eyes flicker to her, “i don’t think I even know you, Annie. We haven’t talked in a while.” Bertholdt said without thinking, the words slipping out as if they’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. Deep inside he knows they’re outgrowing each other; he knows that the versions of Reiner and Annie who would spend weekly nights at his house whenever their parents became too much to deal with are long gone. The versions of themselves who knew each others deepest secrets and the most embarrassing, the versions of themselves that they’ve only given permission to each other to see; the versions of themselves they’re not sure other people would ever get the pleasure to witness.

And yet, Annie and Reiner weren’t the only ones who’ve changed over the years, meek and timid Bertholdt has changed as well. And he at least has the courage to try and keep this lifelong friendship lifelong. He owes it not to just himself but to them. He knows what they have is special, a bond that transcends lifetimes and he wants to keep it that way.

“I mean the new and growing and developed Annie! I’d love to get to know new Annie!” Bertholdt frantically explains just in case Annie understood what he said the wrong way.

“It’s not Reiner, or even Armin, it’s Hitch.” Annie admits, her voice heavy trying to move past her throat, leaving a guttural admission; Annie hasn’t fully comprehended what Bertholdt was trying to say but it made her feel comfortable enough to show Bertholdt who she really is, what she’s realized tonight.

“Dreyse?”

“Yeah.” Annie sighs.

“Well what about Hitch-”

“I like girls, Bertholdt.” Annie finally spits it out. These foreign feelings that slowly crept up to her just from seeing Hitch Dreyse dance has manifested into this very moment, where she’s quite literally sobbing into the palms of her hands because she thinks it’s the worse thing in the world - to love a woman and to be loved by a woman. Tears only rush out once more once she realizes it feels so right, that it’s something she could actually dream about, something that’s so natural to her.

Bertholdt doesn’t know what to say. He isn’t really equipped to deal with situations like this. Now he’s searching up on Reddit how to react when your former friend comes out to you. But school Wi-Fi always sucks, and Reddit isn’t loading. So he says the next the best thing.

“I mean, I like girls too.” Bertholdt admits like it’s wrong for him to like women. He’s a bit shy about it as he bashfully rubs the back of his head thinking about a certain girl he’s been texting back and forth for the whole entirety of the dance he’s been outside.

Annie looks up at him, a little sick from the cigarette smell in the palm of her hand and her light eyebrows furrowed while her eyes widened in awe of Bertholdt’s awkwardness.

“You’re so brave Bertholdt.” Annie says sarcastically and chuckles softly, a light smile gracing her lips.

Bertholdt returns her smile, his nerves relieved as he suspected his friend felt better.

“Me and Reiner were gonna go get some burgers after this. You wanna join us? We can talk about girls together?” Bertholdt places his large hand behind his even bigger head, rubbing the back of his head bashfully.

“Please,” Annie doesn’t mean for it to sound desperate, but she’s just now realizing how hungry she is and she misses her two only friends.

Bertholdt’s lips curl into a small smile, subtly changing the subject just so Annie won’t feel too bad, “Yeah, now we’ll have to wait on Reiner’s fat ass, you know how he is.”

Annie scoffs, “don’t get me started, he was crowd surfing when I was in there. I’m not sure how they could even hold his fat ass up.”

Bertholdt lets out a calming laugh.

For a moment, they sit in a comfortable silence. The night air feels cooler now, less suffocating, full of hope and wonder similar to the morning air of a field trip.

“Thanks, Bertl,” Annie says suddenly, her voice calmer than he’s ever heard it.

He looks at her, surprised, “For what?”

She wants to say some corny shit like ‘for accepting her,’ but Annie has expressed herself far too much than she would like too tonight.

“For being here,” she says like it’s second nature, her gaze still fixed on those damned double doors. “and for staying outside with me while Reiner gets all the glory.”

Bertholdt looks back at up, “Yeah, well he’s deserved it.” He praised his best friend, compensating for calling him a fat ass a few minutes prior.

“At least we’re losers together.”

“Holy shit, is it fucking hot in there!” Reiner comes rushing out like he’s escaped hellfire, huffing and puffing as he put his hands on his knees.

“Finally, it took you long enough,” Bertholdt stands up, going up to Reiner to pat him on the back. “Come on, we’re starving.”

“We’re?” Reiner looks up to find the we’re in question and finds Annie awkwardly looking back at him, a little frightened from his sudden appearance and intrusion of her little moment of vulnerability. Reiner notices her eyes a little worn out, like she’s been crying. He doesn’t say anything. He’s just glad she was here with them.

“Oh hi Annie,” he cheeses at her, “you’re coming with us?” he questioned, hoping for a yes.

“Yup,” she gets off from the hood of Bertholdt’s dad’s car, and makes her way towards her designated seat she used to always sit in (behind the passenger seat). Reiner and Bertholdt follow her.

Bertholdt begins to play the static noise he calls music and Reiner tries to change it but Bertholdt keeps his foot down about how it’s his car, his music. Reiner offers to pay for gas and Bertholdt complies, but as soon as Reiner plays ‘Better Now’ by Post Malone, he immediately revokes his radio rights, even passing on free gas. Annie would rather listen to the static noise Bertholdt calls music than Top 40.

She casts one last look at the double doors from the back of her window, and she solemnly thinks about Hitch and her stupid smile, Hitch and her stupid lip combo, Hitch and her stupid dancing. Annie still doesn’t know what to do with all of her feelings. But for now, eating burgers with her two childhood best friends and talking about girls together will have to do.

And somehow, that’s more than enough.

“I don’t know man, I think I really have a shot with Historia. Even Ymir thinks so.” Reiner says to Bertholdt. He’s eating Annie’s leftover fries she never finishes as Bertholdt and Annie give each other a knowing look. A look that doesn’t know whether they should let Reiner know that Historia is a girl kisser.

Ymir and Bertholdt are a lot closer than some people think, and there’s only a few lesbians in this whole entire school for Annie to flock to so she keeps her options known.

“You’re so in there, dude.” Bertholdt chides Reiner, not wanting to out Historia while also attempting to encourage his best friend. He’ll ponder whether this is fucked up or not later when he’s about to go to sleep.

“What about you, with your little thing going on with that 53 year old man?”

Annie lets out an unexpected laugh that would originally be a huff through her nose in the last, not even letting Reiner know she thought he was funny at times. Reiner looks at her, a surprised smile on his face.

“Shut up,” Bertholdt retorts, “53 year old man or not, I’m still in it.” He jokes, looking down at the goodnight text from the girl he’s been talking to the whole night. His eyes glint in love, sending her a goodnight text back.

“Yeah, me too.” Annie says sheepishly, a bit embarrassed.

Reiner looks to her laughing a bit, smiling as this is the first time he’s ever seen Annie embarrassed. “Who’s the lucky boy?”he slightly laughed.

Bertholdt begins to laugh at the mention of a boy.

“Girl actually.” Annie admitted in an elated tone, contrasting her usual deadpan nature.

Bertholdt gave Annie a surprised look, a proud smile decorating his face as he was happy she was more comfortable about who she was.

“Oh? Then who’s the lucky girl?” Reiner has the same smile on his face, not even questioning Annie’s sexuality, like he knew this whole time.

Annie slightly laughs to herself, a big smile painted on her own face, her porcelain skin blushed and warm, “I…was lying, there is no girl,” Annie’s ears perk up at the sound of the door opening, Hitch Dreyse coming in with her own group of friends. That toothy grin is painted onto her face and her curls are starting to unravel out of her bun, her face is flushed from the bottle of booze someone had snuck in and from how much she danced tonight; “Yet.” she finished her sentence.

“Weirdo, weirdo, weirdo,” Reiner jokingly chants at Annie’s lie.

Annie flips him off and shakes her head unseriously, “Shut up dumbass.”

Bertholdt audibly laughs at Reiner and Annie’s bickering, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Oh god you’re so in there, Annie.” he joked, adding his own 2 cents to their banter, already knowing who she was talking about. Reiner and Annie laugh at Bertholdt’s comment.

He missed this; his childhood comes back to him in a burger joint after homecoming, he’s trying to make it poetic but all he can think is how much he’s missed this.

So he takes the long way home when he’s dropping off both Reiner and Annie. They’re in his dad’s old minivan and it smells like the time Reiner threw up in the back seat and all the windows are down. All 3 of them are sharing Reiner’s dying penjamin and Ribs by Lorde is playing. It’s one of those nights where summer creeps back into fall and it’s warm, and the wind feels good against her skin, and their old hometown of Liberio starts to look too good to leave. It’s the way everything starts to look like an oil painting when you’re looking out a car window; with the night sky being the canvas, emphasizing the street lights blending together in warm hues, and the familiar houses they’ve walked/drove past their whole entire lives combines into an array of colors that paints nostalgia. Annie can feel tears in her eyes and it makes her feel free and it’s pathetic but Hitch Dreyse would never feel pathetic and she looked so beautiful tonight and she loves her friends.

Her face begins to warm up as Bertholdt slowly pulled up to her house, driving slower than usual, not wanting this night to end.

“Thanks for the ride.” Annie smiled at both him and Reiner. She left the car, a bit awkward coming down from her high.

“Annie,” Bertholdt called out to her. She looks back, Bertholdt and Reiner’s eyes being red from the dying penjamin. She smiles, just knowing they’re gonna say the stupidest shit she’s ever heard.

“We’re proud of you, Annie.” Bertholdt told her. “Thank you for telling us that you’re gay.” Reiner puts his hands together and bows his head at her.

“Yeah, yeah.” She rolls her eyes at them. She began to walk away.

“Annie!” Bertholdt called out to her one more time, driving up so she can hear him.

Annie looks back once again.

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

Annie chuckles lightly, “Okay,” she waves him off, “now go home already freaks.”

Bertholdt and Reiner wave goodbye and Annie sees them drive off. She began to make her way towards her home, entering quietly. It’s close to 12 am and Annie’s glad she wore her dirtied sneakers instead of the “right shoes.” She’s a bit bloated from the burgers and the girl talk, her dress a bit tight and uncomfortable. She looks in the mirror as she got ready for bed, her eyes a bit red and a small smile still decorating her usual stoic features. She’s still a bit high off of Reiner’s pen and she takes in her features.

And for the first time, she feels pretty. Maybe it’s the way the light redness and slight hood in her eyes accentuates the blue in them, maybe it’s the way her aquiline nose hooks so elegantly, maybe it’s the way she feels tonight, maybe it’s the way Hitch smiles at her.

She feels like an old Disney movie protagonist and her arc of loving and accepting herself has come to an end. She’s in bed and she’s looking up at her ceiling, no longer feeling stuck, like she wants the ceiling to crash onto her, and she just thinks about going off to college, getting a job that would be enough, creating a life with Hitch, meeting new people and having weekly dinners with Reiner and Bertholdt. She thinks about adopting children, and loving them to the point where they’ll always feel like this and never have to feel shame.

And Annie takes the first step.

She pulls out her phone, enters the passcode, goes into the Instagram account she forgot about, and she goes to @/hitchdr3yse, the first account that popped up in her search history. She’ll feel embarrassed about it in the morning, but she quickly follows her, watches her story, pausing at a mirror selfie she took of her in her dress, and she almost swipes up to send this message but she decides against it, because than she’ll feel really embarrassed.

But she has no reason to be embarrassed. Because when she hastily sends Hitch a message: hey, I saw you at the dance and I wanted to say you looked really..” she wanted to say beautiful, gorgeous, the light of her life, but than she realizes it may be too creepy so she goes with “you looked really cool. I was wondering if you would wanna hangout sometime?” and when she hits send, she sits up quickly and puts her face warm with blush into her pillow, and screams.

But than she hears the joyful ping of Instagram, matching the smile on her lips when she reads hitch’s text message: ‘OMGGGG YESSSSS!!!!:D’

And Annie likes her message, and tells her she’ll see her in geometry on Monday. She takes a quick screenshot of her text with Hitch, and sends it to the group chat labeled, ‘zaaaa boyzzzzzzzz’ that hasn’t been active since the summer.

She sends the screenshot, and she feels a little shy when Reiner and Bertholdt read it. It instantly receives both hearts from both of them, and she breathes through her nose and lets out a chuckle from their responding text messages.

@/armoredbraun - YEAHHHHH GEDDIT ANNIE RAHHHH ‼️🤝

@/bhoover You’re so in there Annie 😭💪🏽💪🏽

hope you enjoyed!

[beantothemax]

“ROI! WATCH YOUR LEFT!”

A knife soared through the air, piercing a looming Shadow in the neck, disintegrating it. Roi stepped back, closing his eyes and summoning an inner strength. Warmth spread through his fingers as he summoned a beam of light, targeting all of the surrounding Shadows and sending them running, stumbling around blindly.

“Am I going crazy, or are they getting stronger? The Shadows, I mean,” Ritsu leaned on his sword, chest heaving. There was a thin line of blood on his cheek, which he seemed to be ignoring.

Kaldena glanced around them, checking for more Shadows. “You’re not crazy. They have been growing in power. ...I fear soon we won’t be able to hold them back. We have to return the dawn soon, whatever it takes.”

Pirro shot her a look. “When the one who wanted the eternal night says we need to bring back the dawn, you know it’s bad,” he commented, and recieved a kick to the shin. “Ow-! Watch it, you’re wearing armoured boots!”

Roi looked around. “...Where’s Tanzy and Trousseau?”

Kaldena straightened, ignoring Pirro’s scathing remarks. “They went to search for food. ...They should be back by now...”

As if on cue, the two appeared beside the group. Trousseau’s apothecary bag was full of different plants, while Tanzy was using her top skirt as a makeshift basket to hold berries and other fruits. “We found food!” She declared, a bright smile on her face. Trousseau grinned. “And I made sure they were all safe to eat beforehand.”

Everyone said a word of thanks to the duo as they made their way back to their little campsite on the Eastern Cropdale Trail. Soon they would head into the village (if the Shadows didn’t attack again before then) to try and restock on provisions and sleep on real beds before tracking down the travellers.

“If push comes to shove,” said Ritsu after swallowing his food, “we can just relight the Flames ourselves. Tanzy counts as a scholar, right?”

Tanzy nodded. “I have been professionally taught the ways of magic, yes. By all accounts, I would be a scholar.”

“We’d need Ori’s help,” Kaldena added. “But she’s in Cropdale as we speak, so we may be able to recruit her before she leaves if we hurry.”

“Wait, wouldn’t Tanzy count as the dancer?” Roi asked.

Trousseau shrugged. “Maybe both will count. If not, then...”

“...I would count for the dancer,” Kaldena said quietly. “I made a living for a while as a dancer, before I joined the Sacred Guard. Ritsu would be the warrior. Roi would obviously be the cleric, as Pirro would be the thief.”

“So then, why would we even waste time with the travellers when we could just relight the Flames ourselves?” Trousseau asked.

“Wait. We’d need Petrichore’s help, too. We need a hunter,” Roi interjected.

“Shit, you’re right... Do we know where she is?” Ritsu asked, and Tanzy nodded. “Yes. She’s in Wellgrove, helping tend to the Shadow problem there. First, though, let’s focus on Ori. Then we can get Petrichore, and go relight the Flames.”

With that happy plan in mind, they all retired for the night, Ritsu and Kaldena staying up to take the first watch.

MAV IM RUNNING LAPS AROUND YOU AND SHAKING YOU VIOLENTLY AND THROWING MYSELF INTO A TAR PIT AND

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THESE SILLIES INTERACTING!!!!!!!!!!! I LOCE THE LIL BANTER AS THEY FIND OUT THEY PRACTICALLY MEET THE OCTOPATH CLASS REQUIREMENTS!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS AU SOSOSO MUCH ALREADY AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO SAY ABOUT THIS

[jelliestar]

SSP 2: Code!

ok so this is the second time im trying this post bc it craches the website haha but anyway here's essentially a transcript of the game code have fun reading it!

#image directory

define v = Character("Varuna", color="#94e0e8")

define y = Character ("Yama", color="#ffc8c8")

image classroom = im.Scale("bg classroom.png", 1920, 1080)

image varuna happy = im.Scale("varuna smile.png", 715, 985)

image varuna open = im.Scale("varuna speech.png", 715, 985)

image varuna neutral = im.Scale("varuna neutral.png", 715, 985)

image varuna cry = im.Scale("varuna cry.png", 715, 985)

image yama neutral = im.Scale("yama neutral.png", 715, 985)

image yama stern = im.Scale("yama stern.png", 715, 985)

image yama open = im.Scale("yama open.png", 715, 985)

image yama sad = im.Scale("yama cry.png", 715, 985)

image hallway = im.Scale("bg hallway.jpg", 1920, 1080)

image stairway = im.Scale("bg stairway.png", 1920, 1080)

image aquarium = im.Scale("bg aquarium.jpg", 1920, 1080)

image bad end 1 = im.Scale("cg bad end 1.png", 1920, 1080)

image bad end 2 = im.Scale("cg bad end 2.png", 1920, 1080)

image eyes closed = im.Scale("bg eyes closed.png", 1920, 1080)

image good end = im.Scale("good end.png", 1920, 1080)

#start block

label start:

show classroom

"It was a normal schoolday."

"You were early as usual, and waiting in the back of the classroom for your best friend, Varuna."

"The two of you always sat together at the back of the class"

"Varuna said it was because she didn't feel safe around too many people"

"Only you."

show yama neutral

y "I wonder where she is..."

"Varuna was late."

"This was something out of the ordinary- she was almost never late"

"and when she was, it was rare for her not to have told you beforehand"

"It took a moment, but you soon realised what was happening"

y "Oh... another one of these..."

"It was quite strange how even though class should have begun a few minutes back"

"That the classroom was completely empty."

"Not just that-"

"It was quiet. Eerily so. There was no background noise whatsoever"

"You sighed, defeatedly."

hide yama neutral

show yama stern

y "Another dreamscape, I guess."

"You closed your eyes, and inhaled deeply, trying to break out of this strange vision"

hide classroom

show eyes closed

"You had always been plagued by similar visions"

"Though given your species, you were considered lucky"

"This was more merciful than the usual deathscapes that Asuras would experience."

"Yet somehow these visions had been growing more and more frequent as you grew closer to Varuna."

"After a while, you were able to stabilise your breathing, and finally began to hear the telltale signs of life"

"Inhaling deeply, you opened your eyes, now back in reality."

hide eyes closed

show hallway

hide yama stern

show varuna happy

v "Yama? are you okay?"

"You blinked a few times, readjusting to your new environment."

hide varuna happy

show yama neutral

y "Yeah, sorry about that"

y "Are we late to class?"

hide yama neutral

show varuna open

v "No, but you did space out for a few minutes..."

v "Are those visions bothering you again?"

hide varuna open

show yama open

y "Um..."

show stairway

menu:

"Ah, how did you know about those? Don't worry, they stopped a while back.":

jump bad1

# ending game branches

label bad1:

hide stairway

hide yama open

show hallway

show varuna neutral

v "I see... I just thought... ah well, nevermind."

hide varuna neutral

show yama open

y "You thought...?"

y "Runa... don't worry about me."

y "I'll be okay."

hide yama open

show varuna neutral

v "Alright... if you say so..."

v "Shall we go to class then?"

v "If we don't go now, we'll get late."

hide varuna neutral

show yama neutral

y "Yeah, alright"

y "Let's go."

hide yama neutral

hide hallway

show classroom

"Both of you attended class as normal that day."

"Nothing else was out of the ordinary- though you did catch Varuna sneaking a few worried glances at you."

"You chose to ignore this, however."

"It wasn't something she needed to worry too much about."

hide classroom

show stairway

show varuna neutral

v "Hey, Yama."

v "This may seem random but..."

v "It's been a while since we went to the aquarium together."

v "Do you want to go? I think I'll get to see that stingray again!"

"Varuna was a creature of the sea, so it was no wonder that she felt such a strong attachment to places like aquariums"

"She was also very attached to marine life"

"Lately, this had manifested in the form of her newfound appreciation of stingrays."

hide varuna neutral

show yama neutral

y "Oh, the aquarium?"

hide yama neutral

menu:

"I'd love to! Let's go now?":

jump yesaq

#bad end 1 day1, branch 1:

label yesaq:

hide stairway

show aquarium

show yama neutral

y "You really love that stingray, hm?"

hide yama neutral

show varuna happy

v "Yeah! Look how silly he looks!"

"Varuna giggled softly and waved at the ray through the glass of the aquarium."

hide varuna smile

show yama neutral

y "I'm glad"

"Your voice shook a little."

"You weren't sure why."

"Somehow, it felt like the end of something."

y "Hey, Runa?"

"You paused."

"No, it probably wasn't worth mentioning."

hide yama neutral

show varuna neutral

v "Yeah?"

hide varuna neutral

show yama neutral

y "ah no, it's nothing."

y "sorry."

hide yama neutral

"The two of you spent the rest of your day together at the aquarium, laughing about the expressions each fish made"

"Varuna got you a small bracelet, so you bought her a matching one"

"It was a good day"

"It was one of those days you knew you'd come back to in your memories, every so often."

"Because once again, deep down some part of you knew"

"You wouldn't have many more days like this from now on."

menu:

"...":

jump bad1a

#bad end 1 day 2:

label bad1a:

hide aquarium

show eyes closed

"It was the next morning."

"You wanted to get up, yet you felt as though there was some kind of force holding your body down."

"A telltale sign that you were, once again, in a dreamscape of some kind."

"You sighed, and simply gave in to the feeling, letting yourself succumb to the fatigue as it took you deeper."

"Yet, no dreamscape appeared around you."

"It seemed like this was just"

"An ordinary dream."

hide eyes closed

show aquarium

"You were back in the aquarium."

"You blinked a few times. This wasn't a dreamscape- you knew that much."

"Perhaps this was a cry of desire from the deepest depths of your heart."

"Suddenly, Varuna appeared in front of you."

show varuna happy

v "Hey, Yama..."

v "Thank you for today..."

v "I... I've been wanting to tell you something for a while..."

"Varuna looked away briefly, before shyly meeting her eyes with yours."

v "I know we've been friends for so long"

"You swallowed. This seemed serious."

"Had you done something to upset her?"

"You hoped not."

v "But I... sometimes I can't help but want more than just that."

y "..."

hide varuna happy

hide aquarium

show eyes closed

"You jolted awake."

show yama neutral

y "What... was that..."

y "Did she... do I...?"

y "What's wrong with me..."

hide yama neutral

"You got ready for the schoolday and went to class."

"As usual, you and Varuna met at the back of the classroom, 30 minutes early."

hide eyes closed

show classroom

show varuna open

v "So yeah! Hey, Yama, you listening?"

hide varuna open

show yama neutral

"You were zoned out, staring at how beautiful Varuna was."

"How had you not noticed before?"

y "So pretty..."

hide yama neutral

show varuna neutral

v "Hellooooo"

v "anyone there? Yama? you listening?"

hide varuna neutral

show yama open

"Varuna's voice snapped you out of it."

y "Ah! yes sorry, you were saying?"

"Varuna seemed to find this funny, giggling softly at your confusion."

hide yama open

show varuna happy

v "It's okay! I was just asking if you wanted to go to the aquarium again today"

v "I had a lot of fun yesterday, that's all."

hide varuna smile

show yama neutral

y "Yeah, I'd love to!"

"You sighed internally."

"You had a lot of work, but honestly you'd do anything just to see that smile."

hide yama neutral

"The day passed without any incident."

"Soon, it was time for you to go to the aquarium with Varuna."

"You walked to the stairway, where you usually met her."

hide classroom

show stairway

show varuna neutral

"And there she was, seemingly in a world of her own."

"You walked over and waved, snapping her out of it."

v "Hey! Ready for the Aquarium?"

"You nodded, wondering if she'd notice if you held her hand."

"You quickly shook off the thought though."

"What was going on with you? You'd never thought these things about her before."

"Wasn't she your best friend?"

"You couldn't risk that..."

hide varuna neutral

show varuna open

v "Yama... you seem off today"

v "Are you really okay?"

hide varuna open

show yama open

y "Yeah, I'm fine!"

y "Let's just go, yeah?"

"Varuna nodded, and the two of you left the school, walking to the aquarium."

hide yama open

show eyes closed

"Soon, the two of you arrived at the aquarium."

hide eyes closed

show aquarium

"It was the same as yesterday, but Varuna seemed to be fascinated regardless"

"You spent hours there, laughing together at funny looking fish."

"Soon, it was time for you to leave."

"You felt as if you needed to tell Varuna about your feelings"

"It felt wrong to bottle them up."

"Do you wish to confess your feelings to Varuna?"

menu:

"Yes, confess to her.":

jump b1b1

"No, do not confess":

jump b1a1

# bad end 1 branch 3

label b1a1:

show yama neutral

y "Um, Varuna..."

y "I... um, can we look at the stingray again?"

hide yama neutral

show varuna neutral

v "Oh, sure"

v "Hey, you seem... tired..."

hide varuna neutral

hide aquarium

show eyes closed

"You can't seem to process what's going on"

"It seems like this was a dreamscape of some kind."

show yama open

y "Hey, Runa you there?"

y "Runa"

"There was no response."

hide yama open

"You just waited. and waited. and waited some more."

"Nothing."

"You closed your eyes, trying to will yourself back into reality."

"Finally, you saw Varuna."

show varuna cry

"She was crying."

"You wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her."

"Your eyes narrowed."

"Why was she crying?"

"It was rare for her to be upset to that extent."

"It was then that you finally began to notice the dull ache your body was experiencing."

y "oh."

y "Varuna, what've you done..."

y "Stop this... please..."

y "I hate this dream..."

"You began to sob, unable to bring yourself to hurt your best friend, your one and only."

hide varuna cry

show yama sad

v "Yama... I'm sorry..."

v "Why couldn't you tell me..."

v "We could've stopped this, Yama."

v "I could've saved you."

"You couldn't handle this anymore."

"There was no way you could've hurt her."

"So, you accepted whatever it was that she wished upon you."

menu:

"...":

jump bad1final

label b1b1:

show varuna neutral

"You gulped, nervously."

hide varuna neutral

show yama neutral

y "um, Runa?"

"You paused, trying to gauge her reaction"

"She smiled softly, encouraging you."

hide yama neutral

show varuna happy

v "Yes, Yama?"

v "Are you alright?"

"You froze up, suddenly getting nervous."

y "I, uh, I..."

"Do you truly wish to confess how you feel to Varuna?"

menu:

"Yes, confess your true feelings":

pass

"No, do not confess.":

jump b1a1

hide varuna happy

show yama open

y "I... I think I might have feelings for you, Varuna..."

"Your voice was shaky, and you began to feel your breathing get heavy."

"You looked at Varuna, wanting to see what kind of face she was making."

hide yama open

show varuna happy

v "Oh, Yama..."

v "I've been waiting for you to say this for so, so long..."

v "I wanted to ask you myself but I was scared..."

v "Sorry I couldn't bring myself to say it first."

hide varuna happy

show yama neutral

y "It's okay!"

y "I just... wanted to tell you..."

y "It felt strange to hide such a huge thing from you."

y "And... well..."

"You paused."

"Do you wish to inform Varuna about the visions and dreamscapes you have been experiencing?"

menu:

"Yes, tell her the truth":

pass

"No, do not tell her about it":

jump b2a

y "I... I've been having those visions again lately..."

y "I know I said not to worry but..."

y "I'm scared. I don't know what's a dream and what's not anymore..."

hide yama neutral

show varuna neutral

v "Yama, it's okay..."

v "Yama come with me, let me show you something."

v "There's a way we can enter the fishtank, in a seperate section."

v "I'll help you so you can breathe in the water."

v "But I want to take you there. Breathe in deeply, this is reality."

hide varuna neutral

"Both of you walk together, sneaking through the back of the setup."

"Varuna takes your hand in hers, guiding you."

"Finally, you reach the entrance that Varuna was talking about."

menu:

"Take the leap.":

jump goodfinal

# b2b1

label b2a:

show yama neutral

y "It's nothing, don't worry."

y "I was just shy, that's all."

y "Um, so what did you want to do..."

hide yama neutral

show varuna open

v "Yama..."

v "Well... I'm here if you want to talk, okay?"

v "There's this place in the aquarium I thought I could take you..."

v "But I don't know if you'd like it..."

hide varuna open

show yama open

y "Well, I'm sure it'll be nice"

y "After all, if its suggested by you"

y "I'll like it for sure."

y "Will you take me there?"

hide yama open

show varuna happy

v "Yes, I can."

v "Follow me, okay?"

hide varuna happy

"Varuna led you to the back of the setup."

"It was dark, and you began to feel your vision blur at the edges."

"You wondered if you had now entered a dreamscape."

"You looked up, only to find that Varuna wasn't there anymore."

"You were all alone."

show yama sad

y "Varuna?"

y "Varuna, are you there?"

hide yama sad

show varuna cry

v "Yama..."

v "Yama I'm so sorry..."

v "Yama, you have to do it now."

v "Yama please."

v "Yama I can't hurt you, please, end this..."

hide varuna sad

show yama sad

y "Why..."

y "Why couldn't we be happy..."

y "Why must you always be taken away from me..."

y "Varuna, I..."

hide yama sad

menu:

"I'm sorry.":

jump bad2final

return

# final endings:

label bad1final:

hide aquarium

show eyes closed

v "Yama... I'm sorry..."

v "If I didn't stop you, you would've killed all these people..."

v "Why didn't you tell me what was happening, Yama..."

hide eyes closed

show bad end 1

v "I... I'm so sorry, Yama..."

v "I didn't want to have to do this to you..."

v "Yama... if there's an afterlife..."

v "I really hope I can see you there soon..."

v "I promise, I won't be long..."

v "I'm... sorry, my love."

"BAD END 1"

"GAME OVER"

return

label bad2final:

show eyes closed

show yama sad

y "Varuna, I..."

y "I really love you Varuna... please don't make me do this"

y "PLEASE..."

hide yama sad

show varuna cry

"You stared at the girl crying in front of you."

"You knew there was no way both of you could leave this pseudo-dreamscape alive."

"And you also knew that Varuna refused to lay a finger on you."

"Inhaling deeply, you did what you knew you had to."

"It was painful."

"It was the worst thing you had ever had to do."

"And yet, it was all you had left."

hide varuna sad

hide eyes closed

show bad end 2

"You silently cradled her severed head in your arms, close to your chest."

"You had closed her eyes already."

"It was getting harder to breathe- perhaps you were now in the waters of reality."

"You knew soon you'd be reunited with Varuna."

"All you could do was wait, holding her close."

"She was all you had left in this cruel world."

"BAD END 2"

"GAME OVER"

return

label goodfinal:

hide stairway

hide aquarium

show good end

"You jumped into the water with Varuna"

"It was cold, but she held you close."

"It felt nice."

"You felt safe, with her."

v "Okay, are you comfortable, Yama?"

"You nodded, smiling gently at her."

y "Yeah, I am!"

"Both of you spent a happy evening together, surrounded by the fish."

"You were so glad you could talk to her."

"You were so happy that you could open up to Varuna."

"And so, your love for her pushed on."

"And you spent the rest of your days together happily."

"GOOD END"

"GAME OVER"

return

[freesomebodybyluna]

...

[roseamongroses]

shuriri college au!

note: im not a stem major so it might be vauge

shuri gets a crush on a girl in one of her labs (riri) and is basically trying to try her damndest to get a chance to talk

problem is riri is booked and busy nd doesn't really get that shuri (or other people tbh) are interested in hanging out so she always ends up dipping to go work on her projects

and like shuri is breaking out her super genius intellect just to get coffee with her but somehow, someway riri finds a way out of directly interacting with her

shuri gets extra tickets to movie she finds out riri's a fan of? riri has already had the tickets purchased for weeks OR she's already found a way to pirate it

shuri tries to get paired up with riri for an assigment? turns out riri has accommodations so she works individually rather then in group projects

shuri's friends think this is funny cause SHURI HERSELF is notorious for dissapearing off the face of the earth to work in the lab so whenever she complains about riri ditching her/ ignoring her they hit her with the "ohhhh???rlly???that must suck???"

at one point shuri even signs up for tutoring. but that only confused riri cause "did u lose a bet or something?why do u need tutoring u have higher grades then me???"

eventually, shuri gets to the point where shes like. fuck it. and just starts hanging out with riri without the elabroate plots + super special planned dates.

beforehand shuri was stuck trying to find ways to stand out and impress riri, but the thing is riri was ALREADY impressed with shuri.

riri just thought shuri was just being nice to her bc she's (mostly...) nice to everyone/ so she didn't want to assume anything

riri's working late hours? shuri brings her coffee, works alongside her. doesn't make a fuss of it. they start walking her back to the dorms after those late nights. in class she starts asking riri questions more, complimenting her, but again, no more schemes.

after awhile, they just kinda...click? like riri doesn't even notice how often she's starting to look forward to seeing shuri. and even starts to believe that maybe shuri is being nice to her because???she enjoys????riri's company????

soon enough riri starts to seek shuri out. excitedly calling shuri whenever she has a new idea, offering to pay for coffee the next time they're working late, staking out the financial aid office, even responding to shuri's texts in a (somewhat) reasonable time frame

when it does click for riri that she might be forming a crush (her attraction is so sporadic that she rarely pays attention to it anymore) she does panic. a bit

not because she hates the idea of dating shuri, but because she doesn't have much experience dating anyone. what if shes misreading the situation and shuri only wants to be friends? what if riri doesn't even know what she wants and just likes the attention???what if she ruins everything because of her inexperience? what if she icks shuri out and never sees her again???

yeah that wasn't a good week for her

[cut to shuri doodling their names in the margins of her notes]

anyways. when riri panics she reverts to bad habits and starts ghosting hard. self sabotage arc :)

at first shuri lets it go cause again she'd be a hypocrite otherwise. but after a certainpoint it really started to hurt her feelings cause damn she knows they aren't dating, but at the very least thought they were friendly? she gets mad, gets moody, but after awhile she gets REALLY concerned cause while riri is flighty she never does it maliciously

so for one last time, shuri does indeed cook up a scheme. said scheme is sneaking into riri's dorm and just asking her straight up if she's okay (she brings food just in case riri is actually mad at her)

and like....riri's so used to keeping her emotions and worries to herself that she isnt used to just...being asked.

so the moment she's hit with the "are u ok" girl just breaks down and spills

(riri does accidentally admit to her crush during this breakdown, but shes also revealing other stuff about herself so shuri decides not to focus on that and to just help her cry it out)

(shuri feeling some conflicted feelings cause on one hand her crush has mutual feelings on the other hand her favorite person is feeling shitty)

[insert cry sleepover sesh]

about a week or so later things have reutrned to...normal....mostly.

thing is now that riri is getting used to her attraction and wanting shuri and wanting a life outside of her lab she gets...bold.

starts slowly returning shuri's playful flirting... being more open with shuri about how she feels

shuri is not used to bold. shuri, princess of wakanda, top of her class, isn't used to being flustered or pursued so seriously, shuri's bbrain turns to mush and will never return.

shuri's friends also think this is funny

ok thats it maybe ill write more ideas later but i got an essay to submit for my final among other tings

[fairestwriting]

Uwaa i love your writing and I just have to ask one for myself if you dont mind <3 can I request for the octa trio, Malleus and Lilia finding out their fem s/o's bday that same day because she was too shy to tell them? Like they prob just heard it from her friends or smth! Thank you and sorry if this is too specific oop

thanks so much!!!! im glad youve been enjoying my content ^_^

+ ko-fi link, if anyone feels like financially supporting my writing

Azul Ashengrotto

It’s today??? Azul is shocked when he hears your friends talking about it, he’d just walked by them on the hallways now. How didn’t he know that? He feels guilty like he’s forgotten your birthday, even though he knows you never even told him, and it never came to his mind to ask...

Having you go without a present just isn’t something he’ll allow to happen, so he gets to work right away -- He lets Jade and Floyd know they should close up Mostro Lounge early today, and sets apart a table for you two, telling the twins to invite you over at a specific time after closing.

Azul makes you two dinner himself. He can cook rather well, and food is a topic that’s unlikely you two just never talked about, despite your shyness. If he doesn’t know what your favorite meals are, exactly, he’ll just make whatever dish you order at Mostro Lounge the most often. He’ll do his best so you can have an enjoyable dinner!

When you come over, probably a bit disturbed by the twins’ making your invitation into a kidnapping mostly, you see Azul smiling at you near the front door -- He’ll kiss your hands lead you towards the nicest table, right next to the aquarium.

“Happy birthday, dear.” He tells you when you get there “You should’ve told me it was today! I could have arranged something even better, and a gift... still, though, I hope you enjoy the dinner.”

Jade Leech

Oh? It’s today? That’s strange, Jade thinks. He doesn’t recall you telling him about his birthday being today, he stops your friends mid-conversation to make sure the date is right.

Once they give him the information, possibly terrified by creepy-smiled eel that towered above them so suddenly, much like Azul, he’ll get to work right away.

He makes sure to let his “boss” know he’ll be taking the day off to spend time with his girlfriend, since it’s your birthday, and you two meet right after classes are over. He’ll be waiting patiently for you outside your classroom, giving you a kiss on the cheek as soon as he sees you.

“Happy birthday, my dear. I don’t recall you telling me it was today?” He’ll say, and pry a bit as to why you didn’t let him know. He’s not mad, obviously, he’s just curious -- Aren’t birthdays something people are usually excited for? Once you bashfully explain you just didn’t know to bring it up, he understands.

Normally he would have something nice planned for your special day, but since he couldn’t today, he just asks you what you want to do, exactly, promising to give it to you no matter what it is. The one thing he insists, though, is that at the end of today, you two can have a table at Mostro Lounge for yourselves, for a small celebration.

Floyd Leech

Shrimpy’s birthday is today?! Oh, he’s bouncing off the walls already.

He sprints down the hallway to see you as soon as he hears about it. Needless to say, very soon you’ll be greeted by a cheerful Floyd who hugs you as soon as he sees you, picking you up and twirling you around, much to your surprise.

“Shrimpy!!! Happy birthday!!!” He chimes, grinning wide as he presses you to his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me it’s today? We’ve gotta do something fun to celebrate now~”

He’s not bothered by just finding out today, really, he’s not a planner so he wouldn’t have plotted anything for you two to do on your birthday beforehand -- He’ll ask you what you feel like doing to celebrate, though! Do you want a party? Are you craving any specific food? What gifts do you want? He’ll nag Jade and Azul to help him set everything up, just so he can spoil his dear Shrimpy on her special day like she deserves.

You might have trouble keeping up with him, since he’s so excited! He’ll be dragging you around everywhere to get all the things you want, making sure that you two are having plenty of fun today.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus’ eyes go wide as soon as he sees your friends mention it. Your birthday is today? How could he have overlooked that?

Like Azul, he feels a bit guilty, like he should have known before even if you didn’t tell him about it. He has some emotional baggage regarding birthdays, having spent so many of his completely alone, and he doesn’t want you to feel anything like that in yours.

He disappears for the rest of the day to put together a nice celebration. He knows you’re shy, so a big party is off the table already -- He goes over a lot of your memories together, thinking of all the things you two shared that you two enjoyed. He’d make sure you have the best birthday possible, even though he found out about it quite late.

It’s the evening when he shows up again, a knock on the Ramshackle dorm’s door -- Your friends had just left after their little celebration for you had ended, and you were resting on the couch, tired yet happy, and thinking about how you could approach the topic of your birthday with Malleus.

You open the door, and here he was, waiting for you with a small cake of your favorite flavor in a hand, a small, quaint gift box in other. “Happy birthday. You’ve forgotten to invite me to the party.” He says, simply, and for a second you’re almost afraid he might be upset you never told him, but he quickly assures you he’s not -- Luckily Malleus is very observant, he’s guessed your shyness was the reason why he didn’t know about it already, he didn’t mind. He just hopes you two enjoy your personal party now. It’s not much, but he thought you might prefer it like that...

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia often forgets birthdays exist, having lived for so long he just kind of stopped celebrating his, so he ended up not asking for yours.

He’s talking to your friends when they mention it, and he’s genuinely shocked for the first time in a while, why didn’t you tell him? Your friends assure him you probably just didn’t know how to approach the topic.

Immediately, he wants to take part in their planning of a small surprise party for you -- He’s your boyfriend, he needs to make sure he shows you some love today, too! Whatever they’re plotting, you bet that Lilia will happily join in.

When you’re back at Ramshackle after classes, you’re surprised by your group of favorite people, cheerfully announcing their surprise party. Lilia is right in the middle, hopping off the group to give you a kiss. “Happy birthday! Did you forget to tell me it was today? I’m lucky I have my ways of finding things out...~”

All of you have a nice evening together, your friends picked out your favorite snacks, and they all gleefully watch as you tear open your presents. Lilia couldn’t get you anything since it was in such a short notice, but he asks you later about what you’d like to get, and promises to give it to you tomorrow.

He’s the last one to leave, making sure to wish you a happy birthday one more time, cupping your cheeks on his hand as he tells you how much he loves you.

[kermittedfelony]

badaBOOM

Whatsup shawties, I had a fever dream the other day about this idea so im gonna write it and yall are gonna enjoy it xx

TW: violence, really great humour, swearing

Yelena Belova x gn!reader, best buds kinda vibe

Word count: 3233

Both you and Yelena were well prepared for the mission, Steve having given a very detailed, boring and long “briefing” (it was anything but fucken brief). Both of you had attempted as best you could to pay proper attention, but by the end your paper aeroplane design was perfected.

Basically, the mission was meant to be simple (famous last words, amirite?): enter a big ass warehouse that (should be) empty, plug a USB stick into a console, retrieve data, plant bombs, exit before bombs explode. Five step plan, badabing badaboom.

Except, there was no badabing, and too much badaboom.

You were currently on the quinjet over to the mission location. Yelena just left the cockpit, having set the jet to autopilot, allowing her to get into her gear and go over last-minute plans with you.

You were sat in one of the seats, blueprints of the warehouse on your lap. You were going over every exit and entry route, making sure you had it all memorised. You were fairly confident in Steve’s briefing and yours and Yelena’s abilities, but you could never be too prepared.

You felt Lena standing over your shoulder, so naturally you flicked her right in the nose.

“Gah! Suka! (bitch) What was that for dipshit?” She replied, clutching her nose in faux pain.

“Sometimes I just can’t resist,” you chuckled. Yelena grumbled something in Russian in response, but you didn’t deign to listen, instead pointing out the exits and entries to her.

“We got 3 entries on ground level, and one exit onto the roof. No windows or doors on the other 4 storeys in-between. I’m honestly surprised S.H.I.E.L.D hasn’t thought this place looked sus as all hell beforehand.”

“I mean, to be fair, why the hell would they want to look in this wasteland? There’s shit all for miles.”

You looked up out of the window on your left, “that is... very true,” you muttered.

You two continued to point out possible routes to in and out of the building, before JARVIS announced landing was about to begin. Yelena went to take over the controls, and you took one final look at the plans before preparing the weapons for yourself and your partner.

You both stepped out of the jet and walked single file towards the location. Once you could see it through the bushes, you went prone and scanned the exterior, Lena following suit. There was not a single soul in sight, barring the snail that you quietly placed on Lena’s arm without her knowing. Her reaction, which turned out to be more of a mime show due to her needing to stay quiet, was so, so worth it.

You took one final sweep of the outside before looking at Lena on your left and asking, “alright, all seems clear. You got all your gear?”

She slowly turned her head, accompanied with way too much exaggeration, to look at you, “Y/n, I am a world class spy, of course I have all my gear.”

You struggled to keep a serious face, turning back to the building. “I’m just saying, one time you forgot your bullets and it wa- “

“That was one goddamn time. Will you ever forget that?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter this time. The Russian began to angrily grumble again. It was this sort of ease and comradery that allowed you and Lena to work so well on missions together, why you were almost always paired up. You felt safe with Lena, the relaxed environment you both created for each other paving the way for you both to be completely focused, not distracted by unnecessary fear or anxiety.

Just as Lena resorted to throwing snow at you, you put your hands up in surrender, “alright, alright! I get your point, dumbass.” Thankfully the snow-pelting stopped at your words, “We got a mission to do, let’s get it done; in and out, easy peasy, deal?”

Lena nodded in conformation, holding her fist out for a fist-bump, another must-have for the both of you before any type of mission. “Let’s get this shit done, y/n.”

Entry was easy, both of you sticking together, guns drawn and safeties off. As much as you trusted Steve’s intel, Hydra was literally known for being sneaky bastards. The corridors were easy to clear, but it took you time to get to the main console room due to the number of floors and some idiot decided to put it in the second to last floor. It was also interesting to note that the stairwell leading up to the door to the roof was completely blocked off with immovable trash. One of your exits blocked, for whatever reason.

Once you reached the console, you held your hand out to Yelena for the for the USB stick.

Lena looked down at your hand and back up to your face, “what?”

“The USB stick, I need it.”

“No, I don’t have it, you have it.”

“Uhm, no I don’t Lena.”

“Well, I don’t have it, so you must have it.”

“I literally gave it to you before we left the jet Lena. You have it.”

“I don’t have it! I gave it to you!” Lena made a comic show of her empty hands

You blew out a deep sigh, turning your face up to the ceiling. You were wracking your mind for what you should do- go back to the quinjet and come back in or just call it? It was a decent trek there and back, and then your timings would be off. Interrupting your thought, something softly hit you right in the face. You didn’t even have to look down at the floor to know what it was.

“Wow, really?”

Yelena gave a quiet chuckle, “yuP,” she replied, popping the ‘p’.

You laughed, shaking your head at her antics, before stooping down to pick up the USB, and plug it into the console.

“Goddamn, it’s one of those slow one Lena. We’ll be here for at least another ten minutes.”

Yelena pouted, before dropping into a squat and playing with her knife. You decided to do a couple laps around the small room. It was simple, the roller chairs covered in a decent amount of dust… except one.

“Hey Lena?” She gave a grunt in response. “Did you touch this chair, sit on it or whatever?”

She glanced up from the smiley face she was carving into the floor and looked to the chair you were gesturing to.

“Uhm no I did not. Why?”

You thought about it, but just shook your head in dismissal. It was probably something about airflow stopping the dust from hitting that particular chair. You were just being stupid. You continued walking around the room, seeing the download had another 12 minutes and 47 seconds to go. It was then that you noticed a flashing red light, on the side of a security camera in a dark corner of the room. You stopped dead in your tracks. This building was supposed to have been abandoned for a year and a bit. Why the fuck was a camera still recording.

“Lena- “

Voices from below interrupted your sentence, causing both you and Yelena to make eye contact and reach for your guns. You glanced at the download, seeing another 7 minutes to go.

“Defend from stairwell, catch them unawares?”

You nodded in confirmation, silently moving towards the position. The two agents at the head of the 10 strong group didn’t notice you and were taken out quickly, but the other 8 were smart and instantly ducked for cover. Both you and Lena emptied out clips, downing another 2 agents, before having to duck to reload.

“We can’t leave without that intel Lena; Steve said its shit-dead important.”

Lena took a second to think, “fuck alright. We can easily beat these idiots, although I heard them radio for back-up. Let’s finish off these guys, grab the USB, plant the bombs from the console floor down, and then exit out the back door on the blueprints.”

You nodded. This is what you and Lena were good at; getting out of sticky situations with all limbs attached. You both had this.

The last 6 agents took longer to take out, given them learning that if they poked their heads above cover, death awaited them.

When the enemy was out for the count, you both sprinted to the console room to find the download completed. You made your way over to the console, before you heard a big thud. You turned on your heel to see Lena cringing at a dropped bomb on the floor.

“Shit Lena, can you not kill us before some self-righteous Russian dumbass does?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m trying.”

You moved to her side to pick up one of the bombs, “bloody try harder!” you mockingly said, as you moved to the other side of the room to plant it. You both made your way around the floor, planting the bombs on each of the supporting pillars. The second floor also went down smoothly. You were both on edge because of the previous agents calling for back-up, but you just put your heads down and moved as quickly as possible.

You were halfway through the final floor of bombs when you heard the footsteps of a whole squadron of HYDRA agents making their way right towards you both. With Lena on your heels, you ran behind a wall for cover. The agents were moving more slowly now that they had entered the building, so you had time to discuss a plan.

“I reckon we’ve planted enough bombs; I mean we’ve only got three more pillars to finish. What we’ve done should be strong enough to bring down the building, right?”

“Yeah, I reckon. I’m not keen on fighting these fuckers just for insurance, y’know?”

Lena nodded her head vigorously; you’d both had enough. You checked the pocket you had the USB in just to make sure. You ended up giving yourself a full pat down before coming up with the most creative curses you ever had.

Lena saw you freaking out and quickly asked, “what? What is it, what’s wrong??”

“I fucked up. I don’t have the USB.”

“Ha, ha, y/n, but now is not the time. I wanna get the fuck outta here.”

You stared Yelena dead in the eyes, and slowly shook your head. Her smile dropped, before forming into a small one, “look who’s the one who forgets important shit now, huh?”

You lowered your head and laughed quietly. “If we sprinted, we’ll have time to get the USB and come back down here before those goons have moved more than five metres. Whaddya say, partner?”

Lena gave one of her cocky smiles, “race ya.”

You both easily made it to the console room within 45 seconds (you coming through the door first), and grabbed the USB. Lena checked her watch and saw two minutes remaining. You had plenty of time… if nothing else went astray.

“Don’t you dare fucking forget that USB y/n or I swear to god.”

You gave her a mock salute and gave her an exaggerated show of placing it into your front chest pocket, patting it protectively. You both made your way down the staircase, moving as quickly as possible without causing too much noise. After-all, there were still agents on the first floor, and that was your only exit. You did not want to get caught, not with 1 minute and 30 seconds to go.

The HYDRA agents clearly had a different idea. You were met with the business end of their guns not ten metres from the staircase down to the first floor. There were 12 of them and only two of you. You were royally fucked, and that’s not even considering the low ammo you both had. You had to pick your targets and make them count if you were going to get out of this alive.

Lena shouted over the gunfire, “57 SECONDS Y/N!”

“Fuck! We need to get a move on!”

It was at this very moment, another enemy agent decided to join the fight, this one with an automatic rifle. You were both pinned down, unable to take any shots or make a run for it. You made eye-contact with Lena and noticed you both were covering behind pillars. The ones with the goddamn bombs on them. You gestured wildly to Lena, indicating you both to make a run for it. Maybe if you moved positions, you could get a clear shot. You ran to Lena, narrowly missing gunfire, and took her with you around a corner into another small office room.

You and Lena looked at her watch, seeing the countdown at 17 seconds.

“Hey, it’s been one hell of a ride. And who knows, we could survive this. At least Steve can get his stupid intel off my hot as shit body, and well take these fuckers out with us,” you whispered to Lena.

She laughed in response, “I bet $100 we make it.”

“You’re on assh- “.

BOOM.

The explosion made your vision turn black, hell, you were pretty sure you blacked out at some point. When you properly came to, the first thing you noticed was how beautiful the dust floating down the floor looked, with shafts of sunlight highlighting certain parts. The next thing you noticed was the huge piece of rebar piercing the right side of your abdomen, along with another piece through your left calf. You dropped your head back to the concrete beneath you, coughing at the dust coating the back of your throat. You picked it back up not two seconds later, scanning your surroundings for a head of dirty blonde hair or a khaki-green army surplus vest. You spotted Yelena lying unconscious five or so metres from you. She looked mostly unharmed, with only a deep cut on her forehead.

“Lena.” No response. “Yelena,” you tried again, with still no reaction. You gathered your breath, “YELENA BELOVA!”

She sat bolt upright, “AH! WHAT, WHAT?” she yelled, before shock took over her face at her surroundings. You could see her facial expression change to worry as she remembered what happened. Her head quickly swivelled from side to side until she looked down and made eye-contact with you.

“Bloody finally” you said, before relaxing your head to the floor. You were getting tired.

She stood up and carefully made her way over to you, surveying your situation in the process.

“Y/n! You owe me $100, dipshit.”

You laughed, before coughing, some speckles of blood forming on the side of your mouth.

“Yeah, I suppose I do.”

Lena lifted your head into her lap, brushing some of the muck from your face.

“I think we might need some back-up, what do you think?”

“Yeah, I pressed our alert button as soon as we were stuck with that second group of agents,” Lena replied.

Steve had said radio would be too dangerous; there were active HYDRA agents close enough to the warehouse that he didn’t want to risk them intercepting anything, so instead he gave you both a silent alarm button that you could push if things got too heated. You’d say they were pretty much boiling at this point.

There was a rock digging into your leg, the one without rebar, so you tried to shift to find a better position. Excruciating pain ran all the way up your body, causing you to cry out and tears to be brought to your eyes. It was like you had been struck by lightning, the pain so bad you forgot how to breathe.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, don’t move. Just breathe y/n. I need you to breathe, yeah? Look into my eyes, breathe with me.”

You looked into Lena’s eyes, the eyes you trust so much, and managed to take a deeper breath.

“Hey good job, that’s it y/n, keep doing that.”

You kept eye-contact with your best friend, your partner in crime and life. People always assumed you two were in a relationship, but you two were like sisters, twins even. Plus, Lena was ace.

You felt safe, felt yourself falling into a quiet bliss in her eyes.

Lena saw you drifting your eyes closed, and lightly tapped the side of your face, “hey, I need you to stay awake. When we get you safe and stable on the jet, you can sleep, but right now I need you awake, with me, seem fair?”

You forced your eyes wide open and minutely nodded your head. The pain was getting worse, like a someone was slicing you open and electrocuting the wound over and over.

“Lena.”

“Hm?”

You suddenly were filled with overwhelming anxiety. What if these were your last moments alive? You had so much to live for; movies to see, food to eat (with Lena of course), parties to dance at… you didn’t want this to be your end, but you had almost no control over the situation. This realisation only pushed you to become more anxious, “I don’t want to die Lena, I don’t wanna go just yet!”

Your breathing starting to pick up speed again, causing more pain as your chest heaved for oxygen. Everything you did at the moment hurt either physically or mentally, you were stuck.

Lena leant down and placed her forehead against yours, “deep breaths for me y/n. I’m here with you, you’re not alone, okay? I’m right here, right with you. You’re strong, you’re going to get out of this alive.”

She spoke with such conviction that even in your panicked state, you believed her.

“But if I don’t, if I don’t get out of this, please don’t leave. Stay ‘til the end with me, please,”, you begged. Dying was bad, but dying alone? You didn’t even want to think about it.

Yelena turned her head to the side, trying to hide her own tears. You watched as she took a deep breath in order to get control of her emotions; she needed to be your anchor right now.

“I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you with me y/n. I just need you to stay still, stay awake, and keep doing those deep breaths we did earlier. And, if it comes to it, I’m with you the whole time. I’m not moving an inch, you hear me?”

You smiled in gratitude, and attempted to reach your hand to grab hers, before crying out in pain again at the movement.

Lena quickly grasped your hand in hers, “you’re alright, you’re okay, squeeze me through the pain. I got you, I’m not letting go.”

You both stayed in that position: you squeezing Yelena’s hand whenever an overwhelming wave of pain crashed over you, when the sound of a very expensive engine could be heard in the distance.

“Our saviours are here. I’m so proud of you for hanging on. You’ll be alright now y/n.”

You were too weak to form words, so you simply formed a smile, which turned out more to be a grimace, making Lena laugh. You would do anything to make your partner laugh like that again, and goddamnit you would hear it again.

The medics knocked you out in order to move you to the jet easily and without causing you further pain.

Lena refused to let go of your hand the whole time.

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Varsity Jacket | j.jh

synopsis: your highschool boyfriend has a reputation of not showing affection in public nor sharing his clothes with other girls so why was he doing those things with you?

pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: highschool!au, sexual themes with some fluff on the side

warning: lots of touching “we’re touching each other, it’s all about interaction, we gotta be social” ~ mark lee

word count: 1.9k

Part 1 | Part 2

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once you walk in your see jaehyun standing up and looking towards where you were, he smiles once he sees you and waves you over to his table. you’re about to walk over when you see your friends at a different table. you sighed, you blew off your friends the previous days already and you were beginning to feel bad.

you raise one finger to jaehyun and he nods sitting down. you walk over to your table, they smile at you immediately.

“are you sitting with us today?” mira asked.

“cant. I’m really really sorry” you reply feeling bad.

“it’s fine,” she says smiling softly. “yes it’s okay to be with your boyfriend” seongyeon winks at you. you smile and nod walking away but you couldn’t help but feel upset.

“there you are” jaehyun smiles as he notices you, he stands up. he looked so good at that moment, your boyfriend was incredibly sexy. it drove you crazy, he drove you crazy; especially when he was shirtless. you loved licking his abs. you could feel all the individual packs with your tongue. you even left hickeys on them and that’s why there were always dark red/purple marks on his abs when he changed for basketball practice, this hadn’t gone unnoticed by his teammates either.

“you kept my jacket on” he smiles when your closer to him and you nod at him.

“yeah I did because it’s comfortable and warm” you hug him.

“good” he smiles sweetly. “I’ve been thinking about you since I last saw you” he digs his head into the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the top of his head. jae has always been clingy like this, he hugged and kissed you all the time.

“oh yeah? what were you thinking about?” you asked letting your hand travel down the sides of his torso and you slide your hands up his shirt feeling your way around his body.

“having you in my arms, smelling you, kissing you, and also touching your body” his hands explore your body freely, moving his hands up and down the grooves of your curves.

“how do you want to touch me,” you ask genuinely.

“I wanna explore every inch of your naked body,” he says in your ear making your breath hitch. his hands go down to your ass and he squeezes it tightly, you moan softly as he starts to kneed with his fingers and palms.

“are you guys gonna film a porno in front of us too?” johnny says directing all the guys’ attention to you both.

“I probably would just because I wouldn’t care” jaehyun turns his head to them and you do too. all their eyes meet yours for a reaction and that’s what you give them.

“you wouldn’t care but I would” you twist your face at him.

“well you heard her, we won’t be filming a porno in front of you guys” jaehyun stands up and takes his hands away from you, grabbing your hand and sitting down at the table.

“wow, jaehyun conforming to what a girl wants instead of just thinking about himself. that’s a rare sight” haechan says in a surprised voice. you wondered why that was. why did jaehyun treat you differently than past girls?

“this is not a girl, this is my girl,” he says looking at all of them. you caught that however, you needed to know now. why are you different?

“jae can I talk to you alone?” you whisper in his ear.

“sure princess. hey guys I’ll be right back” he stands up and grabs your hand.

“they’re gonna go fuck” and they all made noises. at least the boys didn’t seem to hate you at this moment. jaehyun chuckled and guided you out of the lunchroom and into what you both called your special place. it was a place up on the roof, it had all kinds of colorful flowers. it didn’t sound as magical as it was but it was a sight to see.

it was where you first came in contact with jaehyun. you knew him but he didn’t know you at the time, the more and more you and him saw each other, the more your crushes developed on each other. you guys were friends until finally, you confessed to him. it went well because here you guys were a year later, together in a relationship.

you both step onto the ground outside and he brings you over to the iconic spot.

“so what do you wanna talk about?” he sits down and pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him.

“I wanted to know why I'm different from other girls” his eyebrows furrow and you decide to explain further. “you’ve never given other girls your jacket but im wearing it and you don’t show affection in public but you showed a lot of PDA today” you wrap your arms around his neck and play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“it’s because... I could see a future with you,” you raise your eyebrows not expecting him to say something like that. “I mean your wifey material and they weren’t. you’re the longest relationship I’ve ever been in but that’s because I couldn’t see myself marrying them or being with them long term. don’t you see? I can see myself marrying you and having kids, having an actual family with you because that’s how much I love you” he says, the whole time you were biting your lip and looking into his eyes. how did you get so lucky?

you place your hands on either side of his face and immediately pull him in for a kiss as soon as he was done talking. he smiled against your lips and kissed you back, gripping your waist. you move your lips to his cheeks and down his neck.

“you're so fucking beautiful,” you say softly in his ear and kiss under it.

“I should be the one saying that to you” he chuckles and pulls your face back up to his, kissing your cheeks gently.

“no, you’ve loved on me all day. it’s my turn to love on you now” you move down to his neck and nip at it.

“i’ll let it slide for right now princess” he tilts his head so you have more space. you smile against his neck and plant hot open-mouthed kisses on his neck, sucking on his skin a bit until bright red marks formed.

“today I got an argument with a girl and it was about you,” you say against his neck.

“why?” he rubs your back.

“because she thought she could look at me any type of way so I gave it to her straight. she was delusional, she called you her man and everything like who says that shit when you know that guy is taken?” you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“what did I tell you beforehand? don’t get into petty arguments, this is what I didn’t want happening” he says softly and kisses your head.

“yeah but at the end of the day who's receiving all your love? who’s getting kisses and ass grabs? who’s fucking you and making you groan? me that’s who. baby your mine, all… mine” you turn his face to yours and plant small kisses on his lips until he pulls away.

“you can’t just say some shit like that and then kiss me like that. fuck that was so hot. I love it when your possessive” he slips his hands up your shirt and lets his hands roam your skin. “I want you so bad right now” he groans. you knew he was telling the truth because you could feel his hard-on right beneath you.

“nope let’s go I’m not taking care of your problem right now” you stand up and hold your hand out to him. he groans in annoyance and takes your hand.

“your mean” he pouts.

“suck it up buttercup” you lead him back into the school. the walk was fairly quiet, both of you were enjoying the presence of each other.

“hey, baby?” you say before you walk into the cafeteria, making you stop in your tracks.

“yeah, sweetheart?” he stops walking also and looks at you.

“I can see a future with you too, I can see us having our own house with our own little family,” you smile at the thought and then look into his eyes. “that’s what I see when I look into your eyes, jaehyun your eyes are full of life they’re so pretty,” you place your hand on his face and caress his cheek. “your so pretty” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything and instead looks into your eyes too, you both were intoxicated by the other; neither of you moving a single muscle that was until the bell rung and people started pouring out the room.

jaehyun immediately grabs your hand and pulls you off to the side. he pushed you against the wall and stroked your bottom lip.

“did you mean what you said? every word?” he asks biting his lip softly and his tone lower than usual.

“yes I meant it all. jae I can see our kids running around the house with smiles on their face while me and you are cuddled up next to each other watching them.” you instantly smile. “our kids would cute as hell too” you chuckle.

“for your genes obviously. your drop dead gorgeous from head to toe” he looks you up and down. “and your all mine that’s the crazy part”

you shake your head. “you definitely carry the looks in the relationship and will carry the looks in our kids genes”

“stop that non sense and kiss me” he looks deep into your eyes, his fingers dancing on your waist.

you do as he said and grip his biceps pulling him closer. you move your lips against his at the perfect pace, the kiss was full of passion and love you could feel it. you really loved him no doubt about that, you didn’t care who watched or stared now because he was yours and you were his.

“jaehyun come on we have class” doyoung says, making you both pull away.

“I guess i’ll see you later baby” jaehyun pecks your lips multiple times before you push him away gently.

“jae your gonna be late go” you chuckle and he quickly pecks your lips again before walking away.

you bit your lip as you watched him walk away. damn he was all yours. how in the world did you get so lucky.

“y/n let’s go” seongyeon says, pulling you by your hand and with that you were off to your next class, with jaehyun on your mind.

a/n: that’s the end! i know that was a weird ending but i wasn’t sure how to end it nonetheless i happened you all enjoyed it!!

NCT Masterlist

[poutyyybangtan]

ready or not - j.jk

genre: friends to lovers, enemy to lovers, (almost a slow burn?), a mix of everything lol  character pairing: jeon jungkook 9bts) x female oc warnings: not really any lol just angsty fluff kinda stuff word count: 5.4k (it’s alot) authors note: i wrote this months ago and it’s not finished but i can finish it if yall want? let me know :)

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(prompts from @im-here-to-help-you-all-write​)

“i think the longer you look at it, the worse it gets.” “yeah, kinda like your face.”

“i need your help.” “holy shit, i never thought i’d hear you say that.’ “please don’t rub it in right now.”

“i don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet” “you’re going to have to be, because we’re out of time.”

you can’t believe you actually had to do this. the last person you ever wanted to look at was your only shot at getting out of the situation you brought upon yourself. you had originally counted on one of your other friends to help you out, but of course, life never seemed to work out the way you wanted it to. 

“jin, please. can’t you just cancel and come with me?” you begged, watching as your older companion continued to chop away at some vegetables. 

“you know i would love to help bamboozle your family with my impeccable acting skills, but unfortunately, i do have a business to run. this weekend is a big deal for the restaurant and joon would kill me if i left him alone to handle such a thing. and besides, we all know joon can’t toast bread without having to call the fire department first,” jin laughs. you laugh softly, knowing jin had a point. poor namjoon had amazing business skills, but unfortunately that means he lacks in the cooking department. 

“i guess you’re right,” you mumble begrudgingly. 

“why not ask jimin if he can go?” jin asks, sliding the chopped vegetables into a pot.

“my mom knows him, she’ll know something isn’t right. and besides, he and hobi are going to a dance camp for school,” you shrug.

“and tae? yoongi?” jin asks.

“he’s got that test retake for his photography class and yoongs has an audition for an entertainment company in gangnam,” you sigh. you’re really proud of all your friends and the successes they have, but you really wished they could’ve helped you in your time of need. but you couldn’t be that selfish, so maybe you had to admit defeat. 

“you know, you could just ask jungkook,” jin asks nonchalantly. 

“you know i can’t do that,” you answer bluntly, refusing to even entertain the idea.

“i mean, you could,” jin laughs, putting the lid on the pot and onto the stove top, turning to you afterwards.

“jin, you know i can’t. he is the last person on earth i would ask to help me. i would rather die of embarrassment than to ask him for his help,” you dramatically claim.

“you just might if you don’t ask. besides, what's the big deal? it’s only for a weekend,” jin shrugs.

“yeah, a whole weekend of him pretending to be my boyfriend. jin, we can barely tolerate each other as is, having us cooped up together and pretending like we actually like each other is a whole other ball game,” you said.

“well, here’s the way i look at it. either you tell your mother that you don’t have a boyfriend and face embarrassment at your mother's wedding, or you can suck it up, ask jungkook nicely to do you this one favor, and have fun this weekend. you never know, jungkook might actually be up for it,” jin says, an underlying suggestive tone in his voice; one that you never caught.

you had to admit, jin was right. as painful as it was, jungkook was your only chance at escaping this nightmarish weekend. 

-

you found jungkook in his usual zone of comfort: with his lips attached to some random girl he probably barely knew. you found yourself scrunching your face in distaste. such a vulgar display in a library no less. you huffed off your second doubts and approached the table with confidence. you noticed that neither party acknowledged your presence, so you knocked on the table to gain their attention. reluctantly, the girl pulled away first to throw you a bitter look.

“jeon, can we talk?” you say softly, not trying to cause a disturbance.

“i’m kind of busy, can’t it wait?” jungkook asks, a smug look on his face, the girl sat next to him donned a complacent smile on hers.

“please, i saw you making out with some bimbo blonde yesterday, i’m sure you can find some other toy to play with when we’re done,” you smirk, watching the look on the girls face fall with every passing word that escaped your lips. she glanced over at jungkook with disgust before grabbing her belongings and walking away in a fit.

“great, well there goes my whole afternoon,” jungkook scoffs. he leans into his chair, folding his arms over his chest.

“you’ll deal. look, i need your help,” you admit, much to your dismay.

“holy shit, i never thought i’d hear you say that,” jungkook laughs ironically.

“please don’t rub it in right now,” you groan.

“how can i offer my service to you?” jungkook smirks, looking up at your obviously irritated figure.

“i need... i can’t believe i’m saying this. i need you to be my boyfriend for the weekend,” you spit out.

“you what?” jungkook asks incredulously. you don’t blame him for his confusion. what you were asking was heinous, add to the fact that you two barely tolerated each other? it was the biggest taboo situation you could’ve put yourself in. but you were desperate.

your mother, as loving as she was, was relentless. she just wanted the best for you. you were about to graduate college soon, about to get a real career and be a real adult. and to her, that meant start a family as soon as possible. and that couldn’t happen without being in a relationship first. and what better way than to hook your daughter up at a gathering for family friends? cause nothing says love like a wedding, right?

“what’s in it for me?” jungkook asks. you looked at him in disbelief.

“wait, you’re actually considering it?” you asked.

“well, you gave me a proposition, so why not?” jungkook asks. 

“uh, because we’re not necessarily friends? it’s not like you owe me anything to even consider the idea,” you chuckle.

“you might not be my friend, but that doesn’t mean i’m not yours,” jungkook shrugs, finally standing up and collecting his scattered books. you hadn’t actually noticed them before, you just thought that the library was a good place for jungkook to hook up, not an actual study zone. 

“well, uh, what do you have in mind?” you asked, answering his question finally. 

“i need a date for this work thing, and my usual hookups aren't going to cut it. they’re not exactly what you would say… modest?” jungkook jokes, causing you to laugh a little bit. 

“sound like a deal?” jungkook asks after a moment of silence passes. you pretend to consider his proposition, as if you actually had a choice. you look up at him and you can see that he saw that too.

“what kind of work thing?”

=

“where are you going?” jimin asks, watching you step out of your bedroom clad in a cocktail dress. you really would’ve rather been at your shared apartment, cuddled up next to jimin and tae watching some horror film eating greasy food, but alas, you had to uphold your end of the bargain.

“remember i told you that in order for jungkook to uphold his end, i have to uphold mine? apparently, he works at some magazine company and they’re having a company gathering to celebrate the issue's 90th anniversary and he needed me to come with,” you groan, strapping on your heels. 

“you’re going all out for this,” taehyung comments, a teasing tone hidden in his words. you looked up and glared at him, knowing what he meant.

“if i put forth 100%, maybe he will too,” you say. 

“oh, he most definitely will be putting in 100% effort,” jimin says, low enough for only taehyung to hear which makes him giggle. you look up and see jimin smirking at you which makes you groan internally. 

suddenly, the doorbell rings and you thank whatever being there is that saves you from the conversation that was happening, with or without your participation. you pull the door open and the first thing you see is jungkook, properly dressed head to toe. you notice the bow tie pressed snuggly against his neck, not a wrinkle in his suit jacket or his dress shirt. his long hair was parted down the middle, brushed out out of his eye. you hated to admit it, but he looked breathtakingly beautiful. 

“wow,” jungkook finally says, eyeing you in a way that made the blood pool in your cheeks. 

“uh, yeah. let’s- let’s go,” you murmur, noticing the boys in the living room giggling at your guys’ interaction. you shove him in his chest. he grabs your hands and laughs, pulling you out the door.

“what did i miss?” jungkook asks. you roll your eyes, noticing the way jungkook held onto your hand, even after you got further and further away from your apartment, but not minding the warmth his hand provided against your cold one. 

“trust me, nothing you want to hear, and nothing i’m willing to repeat,” you scoff.

=

jungkook was right. he had warned you beforehand that everyone at his job was stuck up and snobbish and would continuously point out that fact that you were no model. and like he had forewarned, all you heard all night was “you’re too pretty not to be a model” or “jungkook ended up with you?” you were appalled, sure, but you didn’t take their words to heart. you don’t know these people, and after tonight, you’re never going to see them again. 

but jungkook flinched every time someone opened their mouth. he felt bad for you, but when he saw you delicately handle the situation, he knew you would be fine. still, it didn’t make him feel any less bad. 

“we can leave whenever you want, you know?” jungkook whispers into your ear. you look up at him and smile.

“sounds like you’re using me as an excuse to ditch this snooze fest,” you giggle. jungkook smiles back down at you and laughs with you.

“busted,” he finally says.

“thank god, let’s ditch these runway wannabes and get some pizza. i’m starved,” you groan, looking away, missing the endearing glance he tosses your way. you both ditch the stuffy building, and headed to a late night pizza shop down the corner. you sigh in relief once you step into the restaurant, inhaling the smell of cheese and dough. you both decide to seat yourselves in a booth in the corner of the dining area.  once you both place your orders, you settle into a comfortable silence. 

“so, what caused you to conjure up this boyfriend lie?” jungkook asked after awhile. 

“my mom thinks that i need to be in a relationship to be happy since i’m getting ready to enter the real world,” you sigh, rolling your eyes and leaning into your elbows that rested on the table.

“thats stupid,” jungkook scoffs, leaning into the booth. you were caught off guard by this, expecting jungkook to somewhat agree with your mother.

“you look surprised,” he says, gauging your reaction.

“i kind of am. not gonna lie, i was expecting you to agree with her,” you say, shrugging. the waiter brings your slices and leaves you two alone, settling back into the conversation.

“no way. if you want to be single, you should. i’m sure you’re single by choice anyways,” jungkook says, picking up his pizza and taking a huge bite of it.

“what do you mean?” you ask him, slightly confused behind the intentions of his sentence. 

“i just mean that you’re insanely smart, funny and talented. and you’re extremely beautiful. if you wanted any guy, you could have him,” jungkook shrugs, munching on his pizza in peace. meanwhile, his statement sent you into a frenzy. who knew jeon jungkook thought so highly of you. you were under the impression that he dispised your entire being. he never really complimented you before, so his statement shocked you. 

“never knew you thought so highly of me,” you said, smiling to yourself. you can’t really explain it and you don’t know why, but knowing how jungkook truly felt about you made you extremely happy. 

“there’s a lot you don’t now about me,” he winks, causing you to roll your eyes and eat your pizza. and yet again, you missed the way jungkook smiled at you, enjoying your presence more than he would care to admit to. 

=

“i don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet,” you murmur, feeling your hands start to shake as you stood outside the venue. 

“you’re going to have to be, because we’re out of time,” jungkook smiles, taking hold of your hand and waltzing you two into the building. your mom had asked you to come early for a surprise so you decided to give her a surprise of your own.

“jungkook, maybe we should say you caught food poisoning and we had to leave,” you murmured as jungkook continued to drag you further and further into the building. jungkook smiled at your child-like nature and shook his head.

“we’ve come too far to give up now. let’s just rock this and get home,” he says, smiling at you. you felt a sudden urge of confidence that surges through you and gives you enough momentum to swing open the doors of the chapel hall. you were taken aback by the way the chairs are decorated with white pieces, hanging off the backs. you take notice of the pale yellow and white combo that you didn’t think would match so well. you felt happy for your mom and that she met someone who loved her so much that they were willing to do this for her to cherish the day.

“it’s beautiful,” you gape, admiring all the minute details your mother probably agonized over. jungkook admired the astonished look on your face as you practically ignored his presence to take in your surroundings. he always found you beautiful, but watching you be you while nobody was looking was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. jungkook had the biggest crush on you for as long as he could remember. and he refused to even fathom the thought of confessing to you when he knew how you felt. he knew you couldn’t stand his lifestyle, his choices that he’s made regrettably. but how else was he supposed to cope with the fact with the one person he’s allowed to steal his heart hates him. 

“ah, there you are,” a voice says from behind you two. you both turn around and you see your mom, hair curlers and full glam. 

“hi mama,” you smile, running up to her and giving her a big hug. 

“hi sweet pea,” your mama coos, swaying you both back and forth. you pull back and look behind you to see jeon smiling at the interaction. this made your heart jump for a split second before you returned back to your surroundings.

“ma, this is my boyfriend, jeon jungkook,” you smile. 

“oh my, you’re so handsome,” your mother gushes, rushing up to him and pulling him into a hug.

“thank you,” jungkook smiles, blushing slightly. you’ve never seen jeon blush before and to see him in a such a fragile state made you happy. and you couldn’t seem to figure out why. your mom finally released jeon from her clutches and she turned back to you. 

“hun, i’ve got a surprise for you. follow me,” she says, grabbing yours and jeon’s hands dragging you to what you assumed was the dressing room. there were two dresses that were covered hanging off of a clothing rack. your mom shoves you guys onto a couch and rushes over to the dresses.

“one of these beauties will be yours to wear for the wedding because… hon, will you be my maid of honor?” your mother asks, eyes full of stars that made your heart swell. you felt the air leave your lungs and your heart begin to race. you remember watching your mom struggle with love all her life, her face in a frown always. you’ve never seen your mom so happy now, and you would do anything just to see her happy. 

“ma, are you serious?” you ask, wanting to be sure this is what she really wanted. 

“of course baby,” she smiles. you jump up and hug her tightly, muttering a yes into her hair. you both squeal with delight, jumping in place like teenage girls. suddenly, another pair of arms are wrapped around you, chest pressed against your back. you managed to look up and see jungkook bouncing with you and your mom. 

“i wanted to join too,” jungkook says, his voice high pitched and filled with excitement which in response, made you giggle. you all finally stop bouncing and jungkook pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, catching you off guard. you felt your heart race and you swore his heartbeat matched yours. you brushed it off as it being the sudden activity you all had just endured.

“i’ll leave you two alone so you can try the dresses,” your mother says after she catches her breath, winking at you. 

“you’re just gonna let your daughter get undressed in front of her boyfriend alone?” you ask incredulously. 

“hon, he’s your boyfriend. i’m sure he’s seen more,” she giggles, exiting the room, leaving you with your jaw wide open. 

“can you believe this?” you ask, shocked at your mothers bold statement.

“i’ve always wondered where you get your vulgarity from,” jungkook teases, his chest causing a vibration that you felt in your back, reminding you of your close, read as nonexistent, proximity. you push yourself away and whip around to face him, catching a glimpse of him trying to fight the smile that tried its best to take place on his delicate features.

“i’m not vulgar and you’re not watching me change. however, i do need an opinion on the dresses, so i guess you can stay,” you say, walking past him to try on the dresses. you snatch both of them of the rack and head into the bathroom, changing into dress number one. 

at first you thought it was a joke, the frills and exotic colors making your eyes hurt from how loud it was. you tried it on anyway, and you couldn’t believe how ridiculous you looked. no way your mother was being serious when she picked this dress out. you unlocked the bathroom door and stopped your way to where jungkook was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. you clear your throat to capture his attention and you nearly explode with the laughter with the way his eyes widen and face drops.

“what do you think?” you ask him, twirling around in the godforsaken dress you know your mother probably bought as a joke. 

“i think the longer you look at it, the worse it gets,” jungkook says, a dumbfounded look on his face. you withhold your laughter and stare at him in distaste.

“yeah like your face,” you scoff, playing with the dress as if you actually admired it. 

“are you gonna wear that?” he asks, secretly hoping you’d say no so he could release a breathe he didn’t know he was holding. 

“well, i like it, don’t you?” you say, continuing to pretend like you actually were considering wearing this deafening dress. 

“uh.. if you like it then… sure,” jungkook says, shifting in his seat. you admired the fact that he was trying to cater to your feelings and for some reason it made your heart race at the thought. you don’t know whats been going on with you lately but every kind gesture has made your heart race with excitement. you didn’t know when it happened, but you started looking at jungkook as more and it scared you. you couldn’t be with him. you knew that. jungkook had a reputation, and he was proud of it. he was proud of the amount of women he could pull in one night. hell, in one hour. he was used to the idea that feelings were a concept he wasn’t willing to understand or try out. and you had to accept that.

“i’m messing with you gukkie. my mom probably bought this as a gag, the real dress is still in its cover,” you say laughing at jungkooks face that was contorted into one of discomfort. you leave him to relish in your teasing as you retreat back to the bathroom to change into the actual dress. you could still hear jungkook laugh to himself as you unzipped the dress to change into the other one. little did you know, he was laughing to himself about the nickname you gave him. he’s never had a nickname he actually enjoyed before. he was still lost in the thought of you calling him gukkie forever when you finally exited the bathroom.

he always thought those scenes in cheesy rom-com teen films where the guy is staring at the girl like she’s the only one that matters was cliche. but he was wrong. so very wrong. watching you in the tight floor length pale yellow dress that just made you glow knocked all the air out of his lungs. you’re hair that was in a messy ponytail allowed some pieces of hair to frame your face as you continued to fumble with the dress.

“it’s a little longer than i thought, but it fits well, yeah?” you say, still looking down at the gown. you honestly felt ridiculous. you rarely dress up like this. you hid your body underneath baggy clothing so to have something so tightly pressed against your body made you severely insecure. the silence coming from jungkook made everything worse. you looked up to see jungkook leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs, hands holding his head up. there was a look in his eye you had never seen before and it made your stomach churn with excitement.

“that bad huh?” you joke, hoping to ease some of the tension that was building in the room. jungkook stands to his feet and approaches you, his body so close to yours you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. 

“you look beautiful,” jungkook says, smiling down at you. you feel yourself blush and begin to fumble with your fingers, a nervous tic jungkook found absolutely adorable. jungkook was helplessly in love with you, this much he knew. from the way you laughed, to the way you rolled your eyes in his presence. he loved the way you gave yourself wholly to the ones you cared about, willing and able to do any and everything for the people you love. he loved the way you strived to work hard and how incredibly intelligent you were. and suddenly, his heart was full with all the love he was dying to give you, but know he never could. because you deserved much more than some player who was willing to sleep with anything with legs. but if he could at least pretend like the love between you two was real, even if for a short while, he’ll take it. as desperate as he was, he wanted to know what it felt like to have you love him back. even if he knew it was all pretend. 

“jungkook, i can’t thank you enough for doing this. i know you would rather be in some girls bed trying to figure out a way to sneak out without her noticing, but i’m glad you’re here… with me,” you smile, hands gripping his bicep’s to keep him close. his cologne was hypnotizing, causing you to pull him closer and closer.

“there’s no place i would rather be,” jungkook said honestly, placing his hands onto your waist, allowing you to lean in. 

“you don’t mean that,” you scoff, smiling and rolling your eyes, getting ready to pull yourself back from a dangerous territory. jungkook stops this from happening, wrapping his arm around you til your pressed flush against his body. 

“you have no idea how bad i want you. all of you. mind, body and soul. but for right now, for the sake of our friendship and the momentum its growing, i will take you in whatever way you will allow me to have,” jungkooks says, forehead pressed against yours as he wills himself to hold back from pressing his lips against yours and taking you on the small couch in the dressing room. the words jungkook spoke so honestly made you shake from it’s intensity. 

“jungkook i--” 

“how’d the dress fit?” you mother asks, barging into the room. you and jungkook scramble apart from one another, him taking seat on the couch and you standing in front of him. you mother misses the way you two seemed highly unfocused and nervous as she coos over how adorable you look in the right dress. 

“you need to finish getting your hair and makeup done, so scooch along so me and your beautiful boyfriend can get to know each other,” your mother says shoving you out of the room and directing you to where the other bridesmaids were getting their hair and makeup done. it wasn’t until you were sat in the chair that you realized.. your mother and jungkook were alone. oh boy. 

=

you never felt so girly in your life. your hair was curled and put up in a half up half down situation, your makeup light and barely noticeable, but enough to tell you were wearing it. this wasn’t you, you didn’t like wearing makeup mainly because at the end of the day you forget to take it off and causes acne. you were working part time and went to school full time so you always left your hair in a ponytail or a bun. this look was new for you and you were kind of excited yet nervous for jungkook’s reaction. 

you surprised yourself with the thought, not really caring about jungkook’s opinions before, but now it was all you could think of, and that scared you. you knew this was just a favor he was owing to you, but he was really going above and beyond and it warmed your heart. but you had to remind yourself that you were just friends, nothing more. hell, you were barely friends. had it not been for you incessant need to prove yourself to your mom, you two would’ve never even became cordial with one another. 

you brush these thoughts aside, trying to manifest positive vibes for such a joyous occasion. you leave the dressing room, filled with chatter, in search of jungkook who may be suffering your mother’s constant conversation. you return back to the room you first were in when you arrived, catching your mother exiting the room. 

“you didn’t scare him off, did you?” you tease, hugging your mom. 

“honey, you look beautiful!,” your mom gushes, taking in the sight of her daughter. you smile and thank her, happy that she was happy.

“is he still in there?” you ask, nodding towards the door she came out of. she giggled and placed her hands on your shoulder. 

“he is, and he is absolutely in love with you,” she smiles, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“what do you mean?” you ask, your heart starting to race. 

“the way he talks about you, the way his eyes gleam with love with the mere thought of you. hunny, this man is undoubtedly in love with you,” she smiles. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, there was no way that jeon jungkook, the university playboy, is in love with you. you two barely conversed without an argument taking place. you doubt he knew anything about you, despite you two running in the same circles. sure, you knew a lot about him, just because your friends talked about him a lot and it was hard not to listen to sometimes. 

“you’re crazy ma. you need to finish getting ready, the weddings going to start soon,” you laugh, trying to brush off the conversation. 

“jungkook is in there getting ready, one of robert’s groomsmen caught food poisoning so he’s gonna walk down the aisle with your cousin, sam,” she said, rushing off to get ready, leaving you no room to reply. this wasn’t what he signed up for and you felt bad, so you went into the room to check on him. you caught him standing in front of the vanity, trying to finish off his tie. you had seen jungkook dressed up before, but there was something different about this time. you felt something more for him, and honestly, you always have. but his reputation…

“looking sharp,” you smile, looking up at him. his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he smiles, and this time you see it. the love your mother was talking about.

“you look beautiful, as usual,” he says, his charm peeking through. you scoff at his comment, walking up to him. you seemed small compared to him, and it was kind of an odd sight for you. you leaned your head against his shoulder, just staring at him staring at you through the mirror. 

“something on your mind?” he asks, noticing how lost in thought you were. you focus in on him and the surroundings around you.

“my ma said something interesting earlier that’s got me thinking is all,” you say, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue much further. you didn’t want to make the air awkward or uncomfortable by trying to involve feelings, but a big part of you want to know how he feels from his own lips. 

“what did she say?” he asked, his nerves jumping. he didn’t say anything wrong did he? he tried to be as cordial and respectful as possible, wanting your mother to like him. if things were to happen in the future, he didn’t want to be on bad terms with your mother. 

“she said… she said that you love me?” you murmur, you heart caught in your throat now that the truth was out there and you can’t take it back. jungkook froze, caught off guard by your confession. he wanted to play it off like it wasn’t true, that your mother was delusional. but he knew the truth. and he knew that you also knew it too. he wanted you. he’s always wanted you. and now, he’s presented with the opportunity to have you in any way he wants and he can’t make the move to move forward.

“is it true?” you ask, trying to get a clear and concise answer. you’re not sure what’s going to happen, regardless of what his answer is, but the anxiety of not knowing is starting to kill you. you shouldn’t be forcing him to confess, but now that it was out there in the air, you couldn’t take it back. maybe you should tell him?

“if you’re not comfortable talking about it it’s o--”

“i love you,” he blurts, interrupting you. you pick your head up off of his shoulder and now you’re standing side by side, staring at him through the vanity mirror. you’re frozen, unsure of what to do now. you didn’t actually think he was going to say it. you thought your mother was pulling your leg. but she didn’t know that you two weren’t actually a couple and maybe that’s why you had hoped what she said was true. 

“did you hear me?” he asks, voice laced with nerves. he couldn’t even begin to explain the amount of fear and vulnerability he was feeling at the moment. he meant it. he loved you. but why should you believe him. he was a playboy, and though you may never understand his reasons as to why he tried so hard to escape you by sleeping with other people, he wanted nothing more for you to believe him now. 

“i did,” you whisper, afraid that the sound of your beating heart was louder than the words you spoke. you wanted him, god you wanted him, but you were scared that his words were from false bravado. a heat of the moment feeling that was fleeting. 

“i know you might not believe me, and you have every right not to. but i love you with my entire being and.. it’s scary,” he chuckles, trying to explain his emotions to the only person he’s ever been vulnerable with. 

“and like i told you earlier, for the sake of us finally gaining friendship, i will play it to your pace and whenever you’re ready, let me know. because i’ll be here,” he smiles. he turns to you, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to your cheek before walking out of the room, leaving you confused as to what the hell just happened.

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an: part two? let me know :)

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

Record Store (pt 2)

Thomas Brodie Sangster x reader

Word count: 1989

Part 1

I hope y’all like this mini series! I am having fun writing it, enjoy!

“Hey Y/N!” Jane yelled

Jane was another one of your best friends. You had known her since high school but you became close when you found out you would be attending the same college. Jane is studying to be a pediatric oncologist, at least for now. You were walking across campus from your previous class headed to Anesthesiology. Jane was joining you in this class. You hadn’t really told anyone about you and Thomas because you weren’t sure if he wanted you. And who says there is anything going on, you haven’t even been on a date yet. You could go on this date and then decide he isn’t for you. So you didn’t want to make a big deal about it.

“Hey Jane! Are you ready to die of boredom?” Anesthesiology was not your strong suit nor your main interest. And if you were being honest it was very boring, but it was a requirement.

“Yup i have had so much coffee i think it's going to be impossible to fall asleep this time” she said practically bouncing up and down

You laughed “great!”

“You wanna hang out tonight there is going to be a party, or we could just chill, get some homework done” she asked

Great , now you had to explain why you couldn't hang out. “Um actually i am busy, sorry” you said

“That's fine, what are you doing?” she asked looking at you

“Um work”

“No your not”

“No im not” you both laughed, you sucked at lying “i have a date actually”

“Oh really? Who's the lucky guy?” she asked teasingly

“I met him at Royal Records, he asked Felix where i worked, he came to the cafe and asked for my number. He is taking me to dinner tonight” you said, trying to avoid saying his name

“Cool, who is he though?” she asked

“Um his name is thomas” you said

“Nice! Well you will have to introduce me, and make sure to ask if he has any friends” she said, winking at you and giggling. Oh I'm sure he has friends, you thought, famous ones. “Where is he taking you?”

“Chiltern Firehouse” you responded

“Wow, he must be rich, that's a really nice restaurant, i've never been” she rambled

You laughed nervously, before now you never thought through if you two did become a thing, how hard it would be. He is famous and probably rich, not that you cared you just figured that the public would. You shook the bad thought out of your head and walked into class taking your seat.

After your 4 classes, you went home, or to your dorm. Your roommate, Cleo, was sitting on the couch eating from a bag of chips. You greeted her and went straight to your room. You looked at the time it was 4:13 pm, you had about 2 hours before you were supposed to meet him. Your reservation was at 7:00 but Thomas had texted saying that you could go for a walk beforehand. You showered, did your hair and put on make -up. You ended up picking a champagne colored silk dress that just before your knees. You grabbed your purse and your jacket and headed out the door. Thoms had offered many times to pick you up, but because of the dorms you thought it would be too complicated. You told him you would meet him outside of your dorm building, and then he would pick you up. As you walked out the door of the building you felt a brush of cold breeze hit your face, you smiled. Then a black car pulled up and Thomas stepped out of it.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, love” he said with a smile, he took your hand and opened the passenger side car door for you.

“Thank you kind sir” you said jokingly

“Of Course my lady” he shut the door and headed onto the other side, he sat down and you were off. You loved London at night, all the lights and the people. You smiled as you looked around, you didn't know it but Thomas kept glancing over at you and admiring your beauty.

THOMAS’ POV

She looked absolutely gorgeous. It has been a while since I have been on a date so I hope she likes it. I couldn't help but admire her features as she looked so longingly at the city. She looked at me and smiled, I looked back on the road and smiled too.

“How long have you been acting?” she asked sweetly

I was genuinely surprised that she didn't know, most girls that I go on a date with know more about me than I do myself, “almost my entire life, how long have you been wanting to be a doctor?” i asked

“Since highschool. I have been exposed to a lot of medical stuff my entire life. My dad was a surgeon. And I just want to help people” she said fidgeting with her hands

“Oh nice! Would you like to play some music?” i asked handing her my phone

“I would love to” a few seconds later back in black came on and she started mumbling the lyrics. I smiled, she was adorable. Throughout the song her words became more clear and I was able to hear her voice. It was beautiful. She even made the roughness of the song sound smooth and angelic. I kept looking over at her, I couldn't help it.

About 5 minutes later I pulled into the valet parking lot. I walked to the other side, opening her door and helping her out. We walked across the street to the park that was lit by some street lights. We had about 30 minutes to kill before our reservation.

“So Y/N, tell me a little bit about yourself,” I asked her. I was honestly intrigued by her. I wanted to know everything.

“Um well what do you want to know?” she asked as we walked along

“Anything really” i responded, still looking at her

“Well as you know i am a med student at cambridge, i went there for college too, i actually graduated top of my class.” she said proudly

“Wow, that's awesome! You're pretty smart huh?”

“Ya i guess you could say that, how about you? Why did you decide to become an actor?” she asked

I looked ahead “well my parents where theater actors, i also didn't always like school so acting became a sort of escape”

“That's sweet, why didn't you like school?” she pushed, my hand was swaying net to her as we walked, our fingers brushing occasionally

“I guess I just struggled with reading especially” I gave in. I put my hand into hers slowly, her hands were cold. She looked at me and I smiled, she smiled back. The conversation continued, and we kept walking until it was time to go inside.

NORMAL POV

They escorted us to our table and we sat down. It was a very nice restaurant. There was classical music playing in the background, you could hear the sound of forks against plates and wine glasses clinking together.

“Bonjour! How can I help you today?” the waiter asked, you could hear the french accent in his voice, you decided that you would try to have a conversation.

“Bonjour, je pense que nous allons juste prendre un verre pour le moment” you told him that you were just going to order some drinks for the moment. The waiter smiled, you looked at Thomas, his mouth was opened in surprise. You giggled

“Great, what can i get for you, we have a very nice champagne that just came in if you would like?” the waiter suggested

“That sounds great, is uh that ok with you?” thomas asked

“Yup” you nodded

“Ok we will take two glasses of that please, thank you, oh and some waters” thomas said

“Of course i'll be right back” the waiter left

“Sooo,” Thomas started, “you speak french huh?”

“That's really cool, i took french in highschool but im afraid its all left me now” he said leaning closer to you

“Shame, we would have secret conversations” you said giggling

Thomas loved to laugh, it sounded so happy.

A few minutes later the waiter came back with your drinks. You both ordered your food which was brought out shortly after. The food was very fancy, and very good. After you finished Thomas paid and escorted you back outside.

“Would you like to go get some ice cream?” he asked putting his hand in the small of your back

You nodded “that sounds amazing”

The two of you walked down the street hand and hand. You both were adorably nervous. Both you and Thomas had red cheeks. The ice cream shop was adorable.

“Hi, what can I get for you today?” the girl at the counter asked

You looked at Thomas, asking permission to order, he nodded encouragingly.

“Hi! May i please have the lavender honeycomb please” you said politely

“Yes, and for you sir?” she asked

“I'll have the same” thomas said taking out his wallet

You smiled at him

The girl handed you your ice cream and the two of you left. You licked your ice cream cone happily.

“How is it?” asked thomas

“Amazing! Thank you so much” you said

“Anytime, this had been really fun” he said his eyes scanning over your face

“Yes it has” you said smiling at him

“Oh um you've uh, you have some-” he tried to show you where on your face the ice cream was but you couldn't seem to find it

“Did I get it?” you asked laughing

He laughed “uh no, here um, may i?”

You nodded, his thumb brushed under your lower lip, revoking the ice cream. You felt the butterflies return.

“There” he said

You blushed smiling, “thanks”

“Your very welcome” he said smiling back at you

You finished your ice cream and walked back over to the car. The car ride back to your dorm was filled with laughs and singing. You could seem to stop smiling, and neither could thomas. By the time you got to your dorm it was late, but you didn't want to get out of the car. Thomas opened the door for you and helped you out. He walked you to the door of the building

“I had an amazing time tonight” he said

“Me too, we should do this again” you said

“Yes, yes we should” it was quiet, he moved a piece of stray hair behind your ear

“I never told you how beautiful your voice was” he said looking into your eyes

You blushed “thank you”

“Ya” was all he said before his lips were on yours. His lips were soft and moved perfectly with yours. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You noses brush against each other. Your heart began to race. The two of you pulled away, both in need of air.

He stared into your eyes, and pecke you lips one last time

“good night Y/N” he said in a whisper, he still had a tight hold on you

“Good night” you said

He looked down and let go fo you, he turned to walk away, but he didnt he didn't even make it 3 steps before he was turning around and coming back to you

“Maybe just one more kiss” he said, bridging your lips to meet him again. You smiled into the kiss. This boy would be the end of you. Then, too soon it was over, he broke apart and smiled

“Bye” he said with a slight laugh

You giggled “bye”

He walked away looking back at you, before getting into the car. You waved him off. Then when he was out of sight, you squealed. Maybe there was hope for you two yet.

[seokjinsdisciple]

Enemy

johnny x reader (literally all smut, i dont know what to say)

you absolutely, 100% loathe johnny suh. what happens when you find yourself stuck in an elevator with him?

I FINALLY WROTE PART TWO

UNEDITED

word count: 3k (johnny has me messed up this comeback, ok?)

warnings: language, thigh-riding, fingering, elevator sex, degradation, choking, hair-pulling, overuse of the word kitten, johnny eats his cum from you, theres probably more because suddenly im a whore for johnny, this is just a cesspool ok

You were rushing back home, you had forgotten your textbook for your biology class, and your professor would be using problems from it all lecture. You didn’t want to have to deal with her wrath by not bringing it with you. So here you were, sprinting through the streets in the hot summer air, with the sun beating down on you as you headed towards your apartment. You caught your breath as you strolled into the air-conditioned lobby, groaning as the elevator doors started to close. You love your apartment, you really did, but the elevator was so slow, and someone was moving in today, making it almost impossible to catch. And you didn’t want to have to take the stairs up to your 12th-floor apartment. 

“Please hold the elevator,” you yelled as you ran, slipping inside just before the doors closed. As you turned to press your floor, you noticed who you were sharing an elevator with. To be more specific, you noticed who you were sharing the elevator with who was also holding a moving box. Johnny Suh stood before you. Annoying, attractive Johnny Suh. 

Johnny just stared at you, mischief in his eyes and he rested the box he was holding on his hip and gave a little wave in your direction. 

“Are you following me or something, Suh?” you asked, groaning as you realized the 11th-floor button was already lit up. 

“In your dreams, nerd,” he laughed, leaning his head back against the elevator wall. You stood as far away from him as you could, putting in your headphones and praying that he would leave you alone. You and Johnny were self-proclaimed enemies. He was in your science class the very first semester of your freshman year, and when you were assigned together for a group project, your feelings were set in stone. Not only did he spend the whole time bothering you, but he ended up not doing any work, leaving you to finish the project by yourself. After that, it seemed like he followed you around, in fact, this was the first semester since you started college that you didn't have a single class together. Yet here he was, moving into your apartment building and most likely on your floor. 

You would be less annoyed by him if you didn’t find him as attractive as you did. He bothers you all of the time, but you still had your fair share of angry sex wet dreams that he was the star of. You shook those thoughts from your mind as you glanced at Johnny, he was smirking at you, something you just rolled your eyes at. 

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” he asked, setting down the box and slipping his hands in his pockets. You glanced at the floor count of the elevator, groaning as you realized you were only on floor four. 

“I hate these elevators,” you mumbled, ignoring the fact that Johnny was getting closer to where you stood. 

“You’re blushing pretty hard, nerd. Whatcha thinking about?” he grinned at you, lowering his face so that he was staring at your profile. You refused to turn to look at him. Johnny would never fail to get on your nerves, it's as if he had a gift for it. You were just praying, hoping that this whole elevator ride would be over soon. At that moment, the elevator shook, dropping a little bit and, with a loud screech, jerking to a stop. 

Johnny’s body pushed you into the wall, the force of the stop causing you both to stumble. He quickly got off of you, curse words falling from his lips as the lights in the elevator flickered. 

“Why?” you groaned, your voice rising as the lights came back on, “fuck, Johnny, what the hell do we do?”

“I don't know! You are supposed to be the smart one!!” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, his voice clearly showing how freaked out he was. 

“God, this is probably because you’ve been using the elevators all day to move-in.”

“What was I supposed to do? Carry my couch up 11 flights of stairs by myself?” Johnny hissed back, kicking the box near his feet. 

“Why are you even moving in anyways, get kicked out of your frat house?” You rolled your eyes, you wouldn’t be stuck in this elevator if it wasn't for him. 

“You don’t know a single thing about me nerd, so I suggest you shut up,” Johnny snarled, sitting on the opposite side of the elevator. You followed his lead, sitting against the wall across from him. Neither one of you looking at the other. 

You desperately checked your phone, letting out another sigh as no service flashed at the top of your screen. 

“Check your phone to see if you have service,” you demanded, watching hopefully as Johnny pulled his phone out, pressing the power button once. 

“It’s dead,” he said, letting his head fall back onto the wall with a thud. 

Twenty minutes after the alarm button on the elevator was pressed you feel the first bead of sweat form on your forehead. You took a deep breath in, and tried your best to ignore the growing temperature of the room. You took a quick glance at Johnny, he was clearly feeling the heat too. 

“Is it getting hotter?” you asked, fanning yourself with a folder you had in your backpack. 

“The air conditioning must’ve broken too,” Johnny said, meeting your eyes for a second before muttering, “I can’t stand this anymore.”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as he threw his shirt off, smirking at your expression and quirking his eyebrow.

Your eyes were drawn immediately to his sculpted abs, his chest somewhat sweaty but just the perfect amount. You coughed a little, trying to cover up your blatant staring but Johnny just laughed at you, spreading his legs and giving you a better view. 

“Fuck off, Johnny,” you rolled your eyes, looking away from his toned stomach. 

“Please, nerd, the least I can do is give you a free show,” he chuckled, running his hand through his slightly sweaty hair, “You seem to be enjoying it anyway, so why should I stop?”

“I only looked because you are sweating and smell gross,” you replied easily, looking away before your eyes dropped any further. 

“Whatever you have to convince yourself of,” Johnny winked at you, silence filling the elevator again. 

If you thought it was hot before, it was exponentially hotter now. Your mind not able to get the image of Johnny’s perfectly sculpted body and how his muscles would look as he... enough. You shook those thoughts from your head, the stickiness growing between your thighs despite your efforts to calm down. 

It was like Johnny knew what he was doing to you. He kept biting his lips, running his hand through his hair, and worst of all he turned his groans into moans. You had every desire to cover your ears and pray to God for forgiveness. But it was too late. Your thoughts had already descended into a place that you couldn’t recover from without… taking care of some things. 

You tried to keep cool, but your rising body temperature is due more to a handsome young man than the broken ac. It was becoming too much for you to bear, the heat and tension filling the elevator finally sending you over the edge. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, throwing your shirt off and practically moaning as cool air hit your tummy. 

You glanced at Johnny, his gaze firmly set on your black lace bra, his tongue poking out as he readjusted himself on the floor. 

“Want a free show?” you asked, smirk mimicking his own when he had asked a similar question earlier. 

“Are you trying to seduce me now, nerd?” Johnny’s voice practically growled, his voice now gravelly and his eyes burning into the side of your head. 

“I don’t think it would take much of an effort,” you smirked, meeting his darkening eyes. 

“Oh really?” he asked, an eyebrow rising at your statement, “I don’t think I’d have to work that hard either.”

You just scoffed at his statement, more heat filling your body as you thought about what his words could mean. 

“What makes you think I’d be that easy, hm?” You shot back, gulping as Johnny let out a laugh. 

“Because I can see the wetness through your shorts love,” he winked, you body immediately flushing hotter, “gray looks good on you.”

“Shut up,” you snapped, moving your legs so you were covered, “It’s not like I can’t see the tent in your shorts.”

“Then come take care of it for me?” Johnny asked, spreading his legs as an invitation. 

“W-what?” you questioned, your heart beating much faster than it had been a moment beforehand. 

“Oh don’t get shy on me now, kitten,” Johnny smirked, “you’ve been so outspoken and such a little brat today. No need to become speechless now.”

“Ok, ha. Ha. Very funny Johnny,” you rolled your eyes, “jokes over. You can quit messing with me.”

Johnny just tsked at this, his voice sending an immediate jolt to your core,“It’s too bad, kitten, I really could’ve helped you with your little problem.”

You both sat in silence for a minute or two, the urge to touch yourself growing the more you thought about the words Johnny had spoken to you only a minute before. You fidgeted in your spot, avoiding Johnny’s gaze and praying that someone, anyone would open those elevator doors so you could go home and pass out against your vibrator. Your fingers played with the hem of your shorts, a moan threatening to spill from your mouth at even the slightest touch.

“Fuck,” Johnny whispered, grabbing your hand in his own and pulling you onto his lap, “If you wanna cum, ride my thigh.”

You squirmed on his lap, your first instinct to slap him and crawl back to your side of the elevator, but your slight movement was just enough friction for you self control to snap. You buried your head into his shoulder as you situated yourself against his thigh, your hips gently rolling against his flesh. His hands found their way onto your hips, guiding you back and forth to increase your pace. You whined against his collarbone, the pleasure exactly the kind of relief that you needed. 

“I knew you could be good, kitten,” Johnny praised, forcing your hips down further and tensing his thigh, a full-blown moan leaving your mouth then. 

“Sh-shut up,” you moaned, “No talking.”

Johnny landed a swift slap on your ass then, the sting still felt through your shorts, “You don’t make the rules,” he growled, stopping your hips and shoving your shorts and underwear down. He slipped a finger between your folds, a groan leaving his mouth as he stared at your core. He met your eyes, his face turning from horny to serious. 

“Do you want to do this?” He whispered, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. 

“God, please Johnny. If you don’t fuck me right now, we really are going to become enemies,” you begged, hands finding their way to the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. Johnny took no more than a second to snap back into his previous persona, a growl leaving his throat as he grabbed both of your hands with one of his. 

“Do you really think you deserve my cock?” He asked, “You’ve been such a little brat, why should I help you, hm?”

“Johnny please,” you begged, wriggling in his grasp, your hips trying to find some sort of friction. 

“Even now you are just a needy little slut, trying to get off,” he whispered, a groan leaving your lips as another slap landed on your ass, “Poor little kitten, can’t come on her own, needs someone's help.”

You whined as Johnny flipped you over gently, balling up his shirt and using it as a pillow for your head.  Then he kissed you, and not surprisingly to you, he was a really good kisser. His passion and desire were clear as he kissed you, making the locking of your lips a good kind of messy. 

He dipped his fingers into your heat as he kissed you, stretching your lips apart so that you would adjust to him more easily. He quieted your moans with his mouth, pulling away briefly to press a kiss to your temple and shimmy his shorts off. 

Johnny cupped your face once again staring into your eyes and asking a silent question. You nodded in response but he just tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and said, “I need words, please.”

“Johnny please, I want this,” you spoke quietly, and that was enough for him to press another kiss on your lips and sink himself into you. You both groaned at the feeling, pleasure immediately building as he bottomed out. 

Johnny’s hand caressed down your face until it made its way around your throat. Johnny’s eyes flickered to yours in order to sense any sort of discomfort, but he practically growled as your eyes rolled back. He tightened his grip slightly, sending just the right amount of pleasure through you. 

“I always knew you were a slut, like when your hole is filled and you can’t breathe, hm?”

You nodded, a whine tearing from your throat as he reached his other hand in between your bodies and made contact with your bud. His thrusts were deep, and you swear the elevator was shaking, but you didn’t care. Pleasure surrounded you, Johnny’s hand wrapped around your throat couldn’t even stop the moans from leaving your mouth. 

The coil in your belly was tightening, and as Johnny rubbed at your clit and hit spots within you that no one had ever hit, you came. Your whole body spasming and your eyes rolling back into your head. Johnny moved his hands up and down your sides, soothing you as he continued to thrust. When he pulled out of you, a whine tore through your throat, not ready to let go of the fullness that his cock provided. 

“Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet,” he smirked, holding out a hand in order to help you move around, “Hands and knees, now.”

You complied easily, used to taking orders from him now and wanting him to fill you up again. You let him readjust you, and when he pushed himself inside you couldn’t help but tighten around him. Johnny cursed, gripping your hips tightly and thrusting harshly to try and get you to relax. When you did, he landed a sharp smack on your ass, a moan leaving your lips before you could stop it. 

“I never gave you permission to come kitten,” Johnny said, his breath uneven but his trusts staying strong. He grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it just hard enough to send another bolt of pleasure through you. His hand hit you again, your eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure. 

“So tight, kitten,” he grunted, his hips rocking into yours at a monstrous pace, “like being used?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, too caught up in the pleasure to think about who you were saying that to.

His pace was getting more erratic, and his grunts were becoming louder when he reached his hand around you and attached it again to your sensitive bud. 

“Cum, YN,” he demanded, his hand making up for the inconsistent rocking of his hips. You came easily, not realizing you were as close as you were. With your heat tightening into a vice grip around Johnny’s length, he came. The twitch of his cock inside you causing another spasm around him. He hissed, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder as he pulled out. 

“You ok?” He asked, helping you sit on your bum and rubbing your sore knees, gently. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to even out your breathing, and that's when he struck. 

You felt his tongue lapping at your sensitive core, your eyes shooting open at the sudden pleasure. 

“Johnny what are you-” You started, but a long swipe of his tongue made you shut up. 

“I’m cleaning up,” he added, the mischievous grin that he always wore was back on his face. He buried himself back into your core, spreading your lips with his fingers and licking into your heat. 

None of the people you had ever been with had made you cum twice, but here you were building up into a third high. This one seemed to be more due to the fact that Johnny was eating his own cum from inside you. A thought that made your heat pulse. As Johnny licked, he rubbed your extremely sensitive clit with his index finger. He was gentle and attentive to anything he did that seemed to be too much for you. He resumed his focus on your clit after intertwining his hand with your own, allowing you to squeeze it as you came once again on his tongue. He licked you through your orgasm, your mind completely blanking as the pleasure overtook you. When you were done, he pulled you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your nose and helping you fix your hair. He helped you pull your clothes back on, and when the door to the elevator was pried open, he hid you from the view of the whistling men who had come to save you. Johnny had never been so sweet with you, and as he helped you inside your apartment and into your bed, only one thought was running through your head. 

Maybe you didn’t mind having Johnny Suh as your new next-door neighbor at all.

[beifongsss]

birthday [sero]

Pairing: Sero x reader

Requested?: Yes! a lovely anon said: “Ahh im so happy to hear you're taking bnha requests!!! So recently it was resident tape boys birthday,,, i was wondering if you could do something where it leads into the two slow dancing in his room?? Thank you so much, i really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to crank out amazing works 🥺🥺”

Summary: (late birthday post for this boy) You try to get the Bakusquad to help you set up a small birthday celebration for Sero. It seems to be going as planned but little do you know, Mina’s main goal is to get the two of you to confess your feelings.

w.c.~ 1.7k

.masterlist. taglist form.

my first time writing for bnha so i’m sorry if it’s not that good! also idk if i’d write for sero again bc it was low key hard 

~

It had been an exhausting day, with you running around trying to keep the Bakusquad under control.

You had been planning Sero’s surprise birthday party and the hardest part about it was making sure that everyone acted as though you had forgotten that there was something to celebrate. There had been many close calls, with Kaminari almost asking him what flavor cake he wanted and Kirishima almost shouting a loud ‘happy birthday!’ when Sero first walked into class.

You had been quick to jump over his desk, slapping your hand across his mouth and earning yourself multiple confused looks as you tried to explain that it was a new game you and Kirishima were playing. It was the dumbest excuse ever and you could hear Bakugou cackling in the background but Sero hadn’t commented, instead choosing to give you a worried nod before slipping into his chair. 

As soon as the bell had rung, you had sprinted out of the classroom, pulling Bakugou along behind you as you motioned for Kirishima and Kaminari to distract Sero. Even though Bakugou muttered multiple profanities under his breath as he followed you, he dutifully helped you pick out the materials you needed, claiming that if he was being forced to attend some shitty party he was going to make sure that it wouldn’t be a bad one. 

Sneaking back into the dorms was the hardest part and you could faintly hear Sero in the common room as he asked Mina where you were. Truth be told, he was pretty upset. He had been waiting for this day for months, ever since you promised him that you would spend his birthday with him doing whatever he wanted. Now that the day had arrived, you were nowhere to be found and he was wondering why you had told him that and then gone back on your word. 

You rushed into the kitchen to check on Sato, who had happily agreed to bake a cake for Sero, before sneaking into the elevator. Once you had reached Sero’s floor, you managed to sneak into his room, knowing that he always left it unlocked because he hated carrying his key around. Even with Bakugou’s condescending comments, the two of you managed to set up pretty quickly. Balloons were floating around the room, some covering the ground along with some confetti. There were streamers hung up all around the room, a sparkly banner positioned right above his bed displaying the two words you were yet to tell your crush friend. 

Once you were done with the set up, you stepped back, brushing your hands off as you looked around in wonder. 

“Thanks, Bakugou,” you said, smiling at the grumpy boy. “This is gonna be great, I can already tell.”

Bakugou simply scoffed before throwing himself onto Sero’s bed. Shaking your head, you went back down to the kitchen, grabbing Mina’s attention beforehand. She joined you in the kitchen, the two of you praising Sato for his amazing work on Sero’s birthday cake. After handing the cake over to Mina, she went up to his room and you went into the common room. Kaminari and Kirishima exchanged a subtle glance as you nodded at them and they quickly said their goodbyes to Sero before heading up to his room as well. You sighed softly as you plopped down onto the couch, leaning your head on Sero’s shoulder. He glanced down at you, smiling softly when you reached up to scratch the tip of your nose.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten,” you said, breaking the silence first. Sero’s heart swelled at your words before shrinking back down again when you continued speaking. “We have that quiz tomorrow and you haven’t studied.”

Sero’s smile dropped in annoyance and you had to stop yourself before you could apologize and tell him that you did indeed remember his birthday. You shuffled off the couch, heading to the elevator before turning around. “You coming? We can study in your room. I’ll even let you pick the music!”

He trailed after you quietly, trying to hide his disappointment as the elevator ascended. When you reached his room, you stood behind him, earning you a confused glance because he knew that you knew that his room was unlocked. So why weren’t you opening it?

“Surprise!”

Sero stumbled back slightly as he looked around his room. Bakugou was still on his bed, a scowl on his face as he scrolled through his phone. Kaminari and Kirishima were wearing party hats, party horns being held between their lips as they made a racket. Mina was standing in the middle of the room, a large smile on her face as she held a delicious-looking cake. The rest of your classmates were also there, each of them holding a gift and chanting ‘happy birthday!’. 

“Happy birthday, tape boy,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around him from behind. You were smiling widely, happy that things had gone according to plan no matter how many times your friends had almost ruined the surprise. Sero turned around and hugged you tightly, his heart leaping into his throat as he realized you had done this all for him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, grinning widely before turning to face his friends. 

The party went well, both you and Sero flitting from group to group but never quite spending any time together. Everyone was aware of the lingering glances you would send to each other and as day turned into evening, everyone began to make excuses and leave, making sure to wish Sero a final ‘happy birthday’ before they left. Eventually, it was only the Bakusquad left and you had fun filming a silly unwrapping video of each of Sero’s gifts. After that was done, Bakugou was the first to leave, stating that it was way too late and that he needed to sleep. Kaminari was the next to go, saying that Yaoyorozu had agreed to give him a late night review session for the upcoming test. 

After a few more minutes, Mina let out a fake yawn and tugged Kirishima off of the ground. She sent you a sly smile, pausing at the door and turning to face Sero. 

“Well it’s getting late, we should go,” she said, smiling sweetly before turning back to you. “See you tomorrow (Y/N/N) don’t forget to tell Sero that thing you mentioned. Bye!”

The door shut before either of you could react and you laughed nervously before turning to face Sero. He was looking at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you drifted back into his room. 

“What was she talking about?”

“N-Nothing!” you squeaked, turning away from him and flopping onto his bed. “We really should do some studying though.”

Sero hummed, not replying to you before he turned and opened up his laptop. He connected to his speakers before turning his chair to face you. “So what do you wanna listen to?”

“Whatever you want,” you replied, glad that he was choosing to ignore Mina’s words. “I told you I’d let you pick the music!”

You pulled out your notebook, smiling as you heard Sero mutter to himself. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a sound of approval and you perked up as you heard soft music fill the room.

“Well that’s a bit different from your usual music choices,” you teased, frowning slightly when Sero didn’t reply. You turned around, seeing him standing a few inches away from you and causing you to jump. “Geez, Sero. Give me a little warning next time!”

Wordlessly, Sero held his hand out and you took it, giving him a questioning gaze. He pulled you forward and you stumbled slightly, falling into his chest as he led you to the center of the room. He chuckled at you before placing your hands around his neck and putting his own around your waist. You hesitantly laid your head on his shoulder, your heart pounding as the two of you started swaying softly to the music. 

“Thank you,” Sero said softly, his voice barely louder than the music.

“What for?” you replied. 

“Everything.”

“It’s your birthday, silly,” you said. “I wouldn’t have forgotten it. You deserve to be celebrated.”

Sero was glad that you couldn’t see his face as he broke into a bright blush. Still holdin you close, he cleared his throat before speaking again. “Not just for that. I mean for everything, (Y/N). You do so much for me. But yes, thank you for today as well.”

You pulled back slightly, smiling up at Sero. “You do so much for me too, Sero. I love you.”

The music faded for a few seconds as the previous song ended and the new one began. The silence was overwhelming and you felt yourself flush under Sero’s gaze as you realized what you had just said. Before you could fully pull away and run to your room to hide, Sero carefully cupped your cheek and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before nudging your head back to its spot on his shoulder. 

“Is that what Mina wanted you to tell me?” he asked, laughing softly when you nodded. “I love you too.”

“Happy birthday, Sero,” you said, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the moment. 

“Happy birthday to me indeed.”

~

A few hours later, Mina Ashido was rushing through the dorms when she realized that she didn’t have her phone. She didn’t bother to knock as she burst into Sero’s room, immediately locating the device and placing it in her pocket. 

“Sorry for just bursting..” Mina began, turning to face Sero but trailing off when she saw the two of you curled up in his bed sound asleep. “In.”

Smiling, she fished her phone out of her pocket and snapped a few pictures before sprinting out of the room to locate Kirishima and Kaminari, making sure to close the door quietly as she left. She couldn’t help but giggle wildly as she showed everyone the picture, knowing that when you awoke the next morning you would be pissed. But she could deal with that. 

She was just happy that her two friends had finally gotten together. 

[jamaisjoons]

dead leaves & wasted roses ⤑ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 by sheer luck, or as if destiny bound as he liked to think of it, jimin had met you. and then, in a blink of an eye, and in a cruel twist of fate, he'd instantly lost you. 〞unrequieted love au. college au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader ː seokjin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟����: angst ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: some pining, unrequited love obvs, nO HAPPY ENDING IM SORRY, this one hurts no doubt, unintentional voyeurism, lots of heartbreak - a lot of it because Jimin is/was oblivious, rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of being handcuffed, dom!seokjin, mentions of seokjins big wang, sub!reader, dirty talk, creampie

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: will i ever stop hurting jimin like this? hopefully, one day. anywAY, you can all blame miss emma for this because she said no happy endings but that’s just how it be sometimes.

⏤ part of the ‘Outro: Tear’ angst collab hosted by the wonderful miss emma @personawife​

⏤ beta read by my love @shadowsremedy​

Coffee in hand and sling bag dangling over his shoulder, Jimin sprints across campus - trying his hardest not to spill the steaming hot beverage over himself. Of all days to wake up late, he just had to choose today. Usually, Jimin wouldn’t really care if he was running late - but today was his first dance class and he desperately didn’t want to be late. Especially since he wanted to make a good first impression on his dance instructor - Profess Son - the man was practically a legend in the dance industry. However, just as he nears the large dance building, Jimin finds himself halting.

Eyebrows furrowing, he watches as you look around in nervous confusion, a folded paper in one of your hands while the other clutches your bag tightly - as if it were your only lifeline. Your hair is thrown up into a messily neat bun - stray flyaway hairs framing your face - and you’re dressed in a large hoodie and leggings. Nose scrunching slightly, Jimin recognises the hoodie - a mirror to his - and a gift from the college to all the dancers.

You’re a dancer?

Despite himself, Jimin finds himself slowing his pace before coming to a stop in front of you. Feeling his presence behind you, you turn around, your eyes widening slightly. Gracing you with a friendly smile, “Do you need some help? You look a little lost,” Jimin asks.

Biting your lip, you nod before holding out your piece of paper. Letting go of the strap of your bag, you unfold the paper and Jimin’s eyebrow raises at the map of the campus.

“I’m trying to get to the dance building, but I can’t seem to find it. This entire campus is so large, it’s a little confusing,” you reply before stopping. Jimin chuckles at the slip-up, watching your cheeks heat up as you stare sheepishly at him. “Sorry, I barely had any sleep last night and I’m basically just running on caffeine,” you reply.

Jimin shakes his head, “It’s alright. We’ve all been there. I’m heading to the building right now, if you wanna follow me?” Jimin suggests. Your eyes lighting up, you grace him with a beaming smile as you nod eagerly. Imperceptibly, Jimin’s eyes widen as he takes in your carefree smile - his heart fluttering inside his chest. Squashing down the feeling, Jimin gestures for you to follow him.

“So, you’re a dance student?” Jimin asks - there’s a high chance you are a dance student - but just because you’re heading to the dance building, doesn’t mean you’re a student there: the building was frequented by other departments to use the spacious rooms for their lectures. The hoodie would have also been a giveaway - if it weren’t for the fact that he knew anyone could buy the hoodies from the university’s gift shop.

“My outfit isn’t a giveaway?” you ask, looking at him from the corner of your eyes with a teasing smile. Jimin shifts his gaze away, the apples of his cheeks flushing with heat. Laughing, “yeah, I am. I transferred in from New York. I should have been here a week ago, but there were issues with my enrollment and my flight was delayed which means I didn’t really get here until last night. Then, with the time difference and all I just couldn’t… sleep…” you begin only to slow down before looking at him sheepishly. “God, sorry. There I go, just rambling again with my life story. Just stop me - I have a tendency to overshare,” you apologise. Jimin’s eyes soften before he shakes his head.

“You’re alright! Don’t worry about it. But you transferred in from America? That’s pretty cool,” Jimin says as he leads you up the stairs and towards one of the dance studios.

“Yeah, I studied dance in New York until last year and then I decided to move back to Seoul,” you reply. Confusion colours Jimin’s face as he looks at you with incredulity.

“You moved here from New York to study dance? Are you sure that was the right decision?” Jimin asks. If he could, he’d move to America to pursue dance as a career the first chance he got.

“Stupid, right? A lot of my friends questioned whether I was making the right decision - but, I’ve been studying dance in America ever since I was young - and well, I just missed home. Not to mention, as much as I love it, I don’t think I want to pursue just dance as a career you know? At least here, I can still study dance while learning something else,” you reply, shrugging nonchalantly. Through the corner of his eyes, Jimin stares at you in wonder. He couldn’t help but feel some inclination of admiration towards you; it must have been a hard decision to make - to leave New York and return to Seoul.

“We’re here. Just a heads up, Professor Son may be a little mad we’re late,” Jimin replies, looking at you sheepishly. Really, he should have hurried you both along - but despite your tardiness, he wanted to spend more time talking to you. Grimacing internally, Jimin kicks himself. He’d only just met you, yet here he was acting like a schoolboy with a crush just because he was mildly attracted to you.

Shaking your head, further strands of hair fall out of your messy bun, Jimin’s heart fluttering again at the adorably unkempt state of your hair. “No, it’s alright. It really was my fault, I should have woken up earlier and also should have probably asked for directions beforehand,” you reply, an embarrassed smile painted on your lips as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Jimin’s eyes follow the movement of your hair, and watching as you duck your head slightly, he can’t help but find you even more endearing.

He stares at you for a couple more moments, before “Don’t you think we should go in?” you ask, looking at him expectantly. Jerking, Jimin sends you a sheepish smile before nodding. He takes in a deep breath before placing his hand on the door hand and twisting it.

As soon as the door opens, every single student turns towards you, looking at the two of you expectantly. Cheeks tinged pink, Jimin’s eyes turn downcast, trying to avoid the heavily peering gaze of the students. Small footsteps echo in the quiet, followed by the rustle of fabric as Jimin feels you shift behind him, using his frame to hide yourself. Feeling the shyness practically exuding off your body, Jimin steels his nerves before squaring his shoulders and walking in.

“You’re both late,” Professor Son’s voice carried across the eerily quiet studio. The rest of your peers turn to the professor, before turning back to the two of you, their gaze shifting as they wonder what’s going to happen.

Previous bravado forgotten, Jimin simply looks at Professor Son in embarrassment. However, before he can mumble out an apology, you’re stepping forward. “I’m sorry,” you apologise with a bow, your loose bun tilting and dropping further. Jimin looks at you in surprise, Professor Son directing his attention to you instead. Standing back up from your low bow, “It’s all my fault. I’m ____, I only got in yesterday and...,” you trail off.

Jimin perks up, before supplying, “Jimin.” How had he forgotten to introduce himself early? God, how embarrassing.

“Jimin helped me get here. It’s all my fault we’re late,” you continue, taking full responsibility. Puzzlement colours Jimin’s face, his features twisting as he looks at you curiously. He was already late before he’d even met you, so why were you lying- Oh.

Oh.

You were lying so that he didn’t get in trouble. Heart fluttering in his chest again, Jimin can’t help but bite his lips as he stares at the back of your head.

“Oh, I see. Yes, I’ve heard about your transfer from New York. You had a very impressive application,” Professor Son says before turning back towards Jimin, “Thank you for escorting her. You can both join the rest of the class. We’re just discussing different contemporary ballet techniques,” Professor Son continues as the two of you take seats on the outskirts of the group. Jimin watches as Professor Son turns back to his PowerPoint, the screen displaying dancers in different positions - but, before he can continue his lecture, he pauses once again before turning towards you.

“Actually- ____, you specialised in contemporary ballet back in New York. Would you mind demonstrating a piece for us?” Professor Son asks. The entire class turns towards you, your cheeks flushing with heat at the sudden attention. As you blink owlishly, Jimin can practically see the gears inside your head twisting before you nod, almost hesitantly.

Gaze following your every movement, Jimin watches as you stand up and step towards the front of the class. Daintily, you slip off your shoes before sliding off your socks so you’re left barefoot. Then, shrugging off your hoodie, you fold it neatly before gently placing it next to your footwear. Turning to Professor Son, you nod at him to start the track.

A steady beat begins emanating from the speakers littered around the corners of the room. The class hushes to a dead silence as the song fills the silence, echoing through the studio. However, Jimin notices none of it - instead, completely fixated on you. You haven’t moved yet, your body completely still as you listen to the beat - almost as if you were soaking it into your bones. A somewhat heavy tension filters through the air, the entire class on the edge of their seats as they await your first movement. Jimin has no doubt that everyone is curious about the student who left New York for Seoul to study dance.

Suddenly, the beat changes, the song starting as the introduction of it dies out - and with that simple note change, comes your first movement. Few hushed gasps echo around the room as they watch you move - but Jimin doesn’t think you notice any of them. No - he doesn’t think you even pay attention to anyone around you. Your eyes are hazy, practically glazed over and yet, Jimin notes the way you move completely effortlessly to the rhythm of the song.

Body twisting in intricate movements, your muscles are completely relaxed. Each movement flows seamlessly into the next one and Jimin can’t help but hold his breath. You move gracefully, captivatingly, flawlessly. His unwavering attention on you, he simply can’t find it in himself to look away - your body elegantly moving around the front of the studio and enticing him further and further into you. With every passing moment, Jimin sees the way you sink further and further into the song, your movements somehow becoming sharper, more fluid as your concentration increases. But the further you sink into the song, the further Jimin drowns in you - the rest of the class fading away as he loses himself into you. He doesn’t think he’s seen anyone as bewitching as you.

Hell, there, just dancing, lost in your own world, Jimin doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more beautiful.

Limbs waving about balletically, it's as if you have no bones, every muscle moving with perfect control. Watching your performance, Jimin can’t help, but feel as if you are made of music yourself, as if the beat and rhythm of the song flows directly through your veins, aiding your gliding body. Jimin has no idea how long you dance for, time has all but faded away as he completely submerses himself into your movement, his eyes following your each and every movement. A small part of him wishes you would dance forever, just so he could watch you forever.

However, just as quickly as he loses himself into you, you stop, the music fading to a lull. The entire class is quiet, your heavy breathing echoing as you pant for air. Sweat stains your forehead, a light sheen of perspiration coating your muscles and hairline. Then, all of a sudden, the silence breaks as thunderous applause fills the air. The abrupt sound jerks Jimin out of his reverie, a heavy exhale leaving his mouth as he lets out the breath he’d been holding. Somehow, without him even realising, you’d taken his breath away.

Blushing under their appraisal, you bow gratefully to the class before quickly walking back to your place beside Jimin. Professor Son congratulates you, causing you to duck your head in shyness at his appraisal - but Jimin doesn’t care about any of it. Instead, he simply stares at you in awe, his gaze flitting all over you as he tries to take in as much of you as he can.

Then, you turn to him and grace him with the most beautiful smile he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing - and suddenly, you’re stealing his breath again.

Two months later, you and Jimin find yourselves in his flat. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn, Jimin hums happily to himself. That day, after class had finished, you’d offered to buy him lunch for helping you - and simply hadn’t taken no for an answer - even when he’d shyly tried telling you he was only happy to help and didn’t need you to repay the favour. Still, you’d insisted on repaying his kindness and Jimin had always silently been grateful for your insistence - because ever since then, you’ve been friends - good friends.

The two of you would frequently spend a lot of your time together - whether it was just hanging out, or practising your choreography together. In fact, the second had been your suggestion. Jimin had been surprised when you’d asked him to practise with you - you were already so good - better than he could ever hope to be. Yet, once again, you’d still insisted: telling him that he himself was an incredibly talented dancer and that you could learn from each other. Hearing that had sent his heart lurching, his head spinning at the thought that you considered him an amazing dancer - a sentiment which you constantly reiterated to him. To you, it was completely mind-boggling that he didn’t consider himself insanely talented.

Thus, throughout those few months, the two of you had grown closer - which bring him to now: with you sprawled out on his couch as you wait for him to return with the popcorn. The high-pitched beeps of the microwave resound through the mostly quiet apartment, drawing Jimin out of his reverie. Hastily moving, he quickly grabs the paper bag of popcorn, wincing at the steaming heat as he grabs it via its corner. Opening it swiftly, he empties the entirety of the bag into the plastic bowl he’d prepared before joining you on the sofa once again.

“Finally! Could you take any longer? I need to know what happens next!” you lament, watching as he makes his way back to you. Jimin tuts, wrinkling his small nose before handing you the bowl of popcorn.

“None of this is new to you. We both know Killmonger wins and throws T’Challa off the waterfall. This is literally the seventh time we’re watching this film,” Jimin replies, a teasing inclination to his voice. Scowling at him playing, you dig into the popcorn before pulling out an unpopped kernel - only to throw it at him. “Hey! Don’t mess up my flat,” Jimin growls out playfully as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch. Immediately, the action coming naturally to you, you place your feet in his lap. In the darkened living room, Jimin blushes at the instinctive movement, his hand nervously falling to rest onto your shin.

“Yeah, but maybe this time that won’t happen,” you try to reason. You and Jimin simply stare at each other, the illogicality of your words not lost on the both of you. Jimin begins snickering at you, causing you to scowl and kick him playfully.

Just as he’s about to respond, however, the both of you hear the door to Jimin’s apartment being opened before someone walks in. From your seat on the couch, you have the perfect vantage to stare at the newcomer, your face twisting in confusion. Jimin sighs as he realises his roommate is back from his overseas year out. Really, he didn’t mind Seokjin, in fact, he loved his roommate a lot. It was just, he’d gotten so used to it just being him - and, of course, you.

The moment he walks in, large puffy coat slung casually over one of his arms while the second wheels in his luggage, you can’t help but fixate your stare upon him. Though you don’t think you can really help yourself as your dark stare rakes over Jimin’s roommate’s figure. He’s tall - and has an amazing build: with long legs, and impossible broad shoulders. Though, the most beguiling thing has to be his face: chiselled jaw, incredibly pillowy lips - that could rival Jimin’s - ample cheeks and dark, soft eyes.

Inclining his head to the side, Jimin doesn’t notice the way your eyes widen or the way your gaze sweeps over Seokjin. Instead, “Seokjin! You’re back,” Jimin calls out, waving at his roommate. Seokjin hums a yes; his gaze locked onto his phone while dragging both his feet and luggage further into the room. Once further in, he wheels his luggage to press against the wall before finally looking up to greet his roommate. But, the moment his eyes shift from his phone to upwards, he stops. His eyes swift over Jimin, before resting on you. The moment your eyes lock, you feel a shiver down your spine, your breath hitching imperceptibly.

As he notices Seokjin’s gaze falling onto you, “Oh! This is ____, she’s in my dance class” Jimin explains before continuing, “How was London?” he continues, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Turning away from you, and subsequently breaking your stare, Seokjin turns back to Jimin. Confusion colours your veins as you wonder why Jimin’s roommate has been in London this entire time, and why he was just now back, in the middle of the academic year.

“It was really good. The course was interesting - hard, but interesting. Oh, nice to meet you by the way. I’m Seokjin,” he greets, turning back to you. You watch as a teasing smile curls onto his face, his entire demeanour exuding confidence, “They call me the most handsome man on campus,” Seokjin continues, as he flicks his long, dark locks out of his eyes before flashing you a lopsided smile.

Jimin rolls his eyes at his roommate’s antics, “Just ignore him. His head is so big, I don’t even know how it fits in through the door,” Jimin whispers conspiratorially. Faintly, Jimin’s words register in your head, causing you to nod, but the damage has been done and you find yourself blushing intensely under Seokjin’s charming smile.

“Why were you in London?” you blurt out, not knowing what to say. The instant the words fall from your lips, you feel yourself blushing before looking away.

“Seokjin studies architecture here but he had an opportunity to do an international year at UCL in London last year, and since it has like the best architecture course in the world, he took it,” Jimin replies before Seokjin can, oblivious to the growing tension between the two of you. Pulling your lip between your teeth, you nod, before flashing a shy smile at Seokjin.

“Uh, yeah. Anyway, I’m gonna head to my room and leave you two alone. Enjoy,” Seokjin says before once again grabbing his luggage and heading towards the bedroom opposite Jimin.

Your eyes follow Seokjin’s every move, completely glued to him as you watch him walk towards his room. You had always known Jimin had a roommate, considering that you’d never seen anyone in the room - but you had always assumed you’d always missed him, or that he’d be out and about - and Jimin never really spoke of him in detail either, only referencing him casually. You’d never imagined that he’d been away for a year, nor could you have ever imagined just how handsome he was. Just before Seokjin disappears into his bedroom, however, you watch him briefly turn back, levelling you with one final look before shutting the door behind him.

“Sorry about that. He didn’t say he was coming back today. Wanna continue watching?” Jimin asks, drawing your attention back towards him. Blinking owlishly, you nod before once again angling your head towards the TV. Jimin smiles at you before pressing play. Sinking back into the sofa, Jimin happily loses himself into the film once again - completely oblivious to the way your eyes keep shifting to Seokjin’s door.

It's almost two hours later when you find yourself leaving Jimin’s apartment. Bidding you goodbye, Jimin simply watches you walk away with a soft smile on his face. Once you’re out of his line of sight, he shuts the door before shuffling back into his living room. As soon as he picks up the bowl, Seokjin exits his room, the two of them walking towards the kitchen. They mainly move in silence, Seokjin pouring himself a glass of water while Jimin clears up the popcorn bowl and sweet wrappers.

Just as Jimin begins washing the dishes, “So… you and ____, what’s the deal between the two of you?” Seokjin asks - breaking the silence. Freezing, Jimin’s muscles lock before he turns his head, staring wide-eyed at his roommate. Seokjin is casually leaning against the kitchen counter, his easy gaze watching Jimin.

“N-Nothing. Why?” Jimin chokes out in surprise, internally kicking himself in the shin for stuttering. Seokjin raises his brow, levelling his intent gaze upon his roommate.

“Are you sure?” Seokjin asks sceptically. Hastily, Jimin turns his head back to the sink as he begins washing the dishes. Though, he does it more to hide his blush.

“Yeah, I’m sure. We’re just… friends,” Jimin replies. You’re just friends - even if he wishes you were more - not that he’d do anything about it, at least not you - and besides, he doesn’t really want to tell Seokjin about the crush he’s harboured on you since the day you’ve met. Nor how he’s pretty sure that somewhere along the way, between the movie nights and dance practises, he’d misplaced his heart onto you and had fallen deeply in love. No, he could never admit that to Seokjin, let alone you.

Seokjin’s eyes narrow, his scrutinising gaze sweeping over Jimin before his head cocks to the side. “You’re sure?” Seokjin repeats once again. Jimin lets out a heavy exhale before nodding, desperately wanting Seokjin to stop questioning it.

“Yes! I’m sure,” Jimin responds. Sensing his ire, Seokjin shrugs before turning and leaving the kitchen - leaving Jimin completely alone in the quiet of their apartment.

A deep sigh of relief falls from Jimin’s lips when he hears Seokjin’s door close for the night. Really, what was his problem? Jimin can’t help but wonder. Seokjin’s interest in whether he has a crush on you or not was odd - but Jimin simply chalks it down to Seokjin’s curiosity as he continues washing the dishes.

However, if he’d known better, he would have questioned Seokjin’s curiosity - and if he’d known what was to come months down the line, perhaps he would have admitted his feelings for you to Seokjin.

It’s months later, in the middle of March when Jimin finds himself entering a flower shop. The store clerk smiles at him as soon as he walks up to the counter. Jimin’s nose wrinkles at the almost overbearing display of white behind the man. White lace decorations hand around the ceiling, white roses, daisies and tulips on display in the green buckets on the floor while various different artisanal white chocolate litter the countertop.

“Looking for a gift for a special lady this White Day?” the man asks, causing Jimin to fluster, a shy smile creeping onto his face as he nods.

“Can I get a bouquet of white roses, some marshmallows and chocolate,” Jimin orders, his eyes sweeping around the room. He knows you absolutely adore marshmallows - roasting marshmallows over a campfire were some of your favourite memories from your time in America. The white chocolates he’s not so sure about - but he knows they’re a popular White Day gift - and the roses, well the reason he was buying those was pretty obvious. Today is the day he’s going to confess to you.

Jimin waits patiently at the man strings up his order, the beautiful bouquet of pure white roses and viridian green stalks making up the bulk of your gift. Of course, he hadn’t really decided to confess today completely out of the blue: you’d gifted him a small gift of his favourite chocolates on Valentine’s day, thanking him for being your friend - and well, White Day tradition dictates he repay the favour. The confession was just his added bonus, because really, what better day to do it than today of all days.

Grabbing the gifts from the clerk, Jimin makes his way towards your apartment block. For a brief moment, he considers calling you and telling you he’s on his way - but, then decides against it - wanting it to be a surprise instead. After all, what couldyou be doing today anyway - it’s not like you had a boyfriend that he knew of.

It takes Jimin a good twenty minutes to walk from the flower shop and the entire time, he clutches the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hands. Butterflies bloom in the pits of his abdomen, his stomach flipping with each step as he grows nearer and nearer towards your apartment. What feels like aeons later, Jimin finally arrives at the skyscraper that is your apartment building. Gingerly, he enters the lobby, his footsteps echoing across the marble flooring. The security guard pays him no attention, already used to his visits by now.

Jimin steps into the elevator, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair in an attempt to stay his nerves. With each moment that passes, Jimin’s palms grow clammy, the fuzziness in his stomach growing. When the elevator dings, alerting him to the fact that he’d arrived at your floor, Jimin takes in another breath before stepping into the corridor. Time moves excruciatingly slow, each step he takes thundering in his ears, his heart hammering so hard in his chest he feels as if it had leapt from his chest to the back of his throat.

Arriving at your door, Jimin abruptly stops.

The door to your apartment is slightly ajar, the sliver of space revealing the interior of your flat. Features twisting in confusion, Jimin wonders why you’d leave the door to your flat open - it wasn’t like you at all. Trepidation flooding him, he hesitantly places his hand on the door handle before pushing it over further - he needed to know you were alright. Stepping into your flat, Jimin looks for any signs of you - but when he finds none, the nervousness in his stomach is replaced with dread.

Just as he’s about to call out your name, however, he spots it. A piece of white lingerie. It’s callously draped over the couch, the lace material a stark contrast to the dark brown leather sofa. Another type of dread settles deep within his loin, his neck prickling with heat as he spots the skimpy underwear. Eyes sweeping over the room, he finally sees the trail of clothes that lead towards your bedroom. A large white shirt lays haphazardly on the floor, your sundress next to it. He knows it’s yours because he’s seen you wear it a few times - it was your favourite dress - and his.

He knows he should turn around and walk away, the weight of the bouquet of roses heavy in his hands - as if it held the dead weight of all his feelings for you. Just as he’s about to turn and walk away - he hears it. A shallow, breathy moan. Heart clenching in his chest, Jimin’s fingers around the bouquet tighten. This was a mistake.

Once again, he moves to turn around.

“Seokjin.”

And he’s stopping again.

Blood freezing, his heart stops as he hears his roommate’s name slip from your lips. The sound of your whiny, lust-filled voice is unmistakable but he has to be hearing things right? There’s no way you just called out his roommate’s name. Jimin stares at the door to your room, the door is still open, but from his angle, he can’t see your bed.

“Gods, Seokjin,” comes another moan, the sound a little deeper this time - needier. He hears it more clearly this time - and it’s unmistakable. You definitely just moaned out Seokjin’s name.

He knows he should turn away - right then and there - walk away and pretend he never witnessed this - pretend he never walked in on you. But a small, sick part of him needs more confirmation - because that very same part of him doesn’t believe that it’s Seokjin in there with you. And then, before he can stop himself, he finds himself slowly walking closer to the threshold of your bedroom. With each step, Jimin grows nearer towards your bedroom, the salacious sounds of your moans and groans of pleasure increasing in sound until they ring deafeningly in his ear.

The moment he spots you, his knees buckle. There you are, naked body exposed as clear as day for him as your limbs entangle with Seokjin. Almost unbearably, Jimin’s heart aches as he takes the scene in. You’re underneath Seokjin, your hands are handcuffed to the metal rails of your headboard, your thighs are wrapped around his roommate’s narrow hips as the older male thrusts - almost brutally - into you. His hips move in a stilted fashion, rutting deeper and deeper into you with each thrust. Every one of his plunges jerks you backwards, your head knocking into the metal grating.

“Jinnie- fucking- oh god, so- big-” you gasp out, trying to string a coherent sentence together - but with each plunge of his hips into yours, Seokjin forces the words out of your head, the sounds dying on your lips.

“Come on baby, that’s it,” Seokjin groans, his head dropping as he shifts the angle of his thrust. The utter euphoria painted on both your faces has despair flooding through Jimin’s blood. He watches as your eyes flutter shut, your head falling back and your back arching while your thighs erratically shake.

Hands curling into the sheets, fists tightening into tense balls as they clutch the fabric, “Gods, Seokjin… I’m cumming,” you keen out, the high pitch of the sound echoing through the air. Seokjin smirks down at you, his hair falling around him, the ends dripping with sweat as he plunges in deeper, causing you to let out a strained groan.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Fuck- your pussy feels so good. So- fucking- tight-” Seokjin grunts, a thrust punctuating each of his words. Despite himself, Jimin finds his cheeks heating, his stomach sinking further as you mewl at Seokjin’s words.

“C-Cum in me,” you gasp out, the words coming out strained as you gasp for breath. Groan of pleasure escaping Seokjin’s mouth, the older man shifts one hand between your bodies - and from the way your face twists with ecstasy, Jimin has no doubt that Seokjin’s fingers are playing with your clit.

“Yeah, baby? You want me to cum in you? Cum in this pretty little cunt and fill it till you’re dripping?” Seokjin asks, his words coloured with wanton desire.

“Gods yes. Please- please fill me up. Wanna feel your cum deep in me,” you practically plead. Seokjin snarls, pushing your thighs higher before, somehow, thrusting even harder into you. Jimin has no idea how he moves so hard - or so quick - but with each thrust, the two of you moan louder and louder - until suddenly, with a cry, while clutching your hands shoot out to clutch Seokjin’s shoulders. And then, you’re cumming.

A loud wail reverberates through the air, out of your mouth and directly towards Jimin: the sound ricocheting through his very being as you cum. Seokjin follows right behind you and two sloppy thrusts later, a deeper groan fills the air as Seokjin empties inside of you.

Jimin watches the two of you gasp for air, your breaths heavily laboured as you try to satiate the burn in your lungs. Dark, almost broken stare, fixated on the two of you, Jimin wonders if it’s just meaningless sex. He wonders if somehow, though he’s unsure how, you and Seokjin were just having a one night stand - because really when had this happened? When could it have happened? How did it happen? Surely, surely this has to be some kind of nightmare - or even just a simple one nightstand. God, Jimin hopes, prays,that this is a one night stand, because he has no idea how he’s supposed to cope seeing the woman he loves with his roommate.

But then, abruptly, the atmosphere shifts.

And if Jimin thought simply watching the two of you before was bad - nothing could have prepared him for the utterly devastating heartbreak he was about to experience.

Because, almost naturally, Seokjin’s head swoops down, pulling your lips into his. Your kiss is slow - and sensual - and even though he’s simply watching, Jimin can feel the love that’s poured into it - the passion. He watches as your hands flit over Seokjin’s shoulder before entangling in his hair, pulling the older man further into you. A soft sigh escapes your lips and anguish stains Jimin’s entire world as he watches the way you sink into Seokjin.

Unable to tear away, Jimin watches the two of you, his heart breaking with each second. Agonisingly slow, time passes, Jimin trapped in the momentous heat of your kiss, torturously spellbound by your kiss.

Slowly, the two of you break away, simply staring at each other as you bask in the afterglow of your post-orgasm bliss. Neither of you notice him - completely lost in each other, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, words of love and sweet nothing filling the air as Seokjin peppers kisses along your forehead. As he takes the two of you in, he knows, then and there, that this is more than a one nightstand - more than a simple fuck. Without a shadow of a doubt, the two of you are in love - and it doesn’t make sense to him.

But then it clicks.

All the times he’d thought Seokjin was playfully flirting with you, the times you would blush and shyly tuck your hair behind your ears as you spoke to Seokjin. When you would come over to his flat and bring fried chicken from Seokjin’s favourite restaurant. All of a sudden, memories flood into Jimin’s consciousness: the easy banter between the two of you, the side glances full of desire, the way your eyes wouldn’t leave the other’s figure when you were in the same vicinity.

He remembers how worried you’d been when he’d offhandedly mentioned Seokjin had hurt himself while playing football, the look of complete joy when Seokjin would come home, the way you smile at Seokjin - as if he’s the only person you see - and suddenly, everything makes sense. But he wishes it didn’t. Because all of a sudden, Jimin realises that he’d been so lost in his feelings for you - so lost in the idea of you, that he’d completely missed the signs. The signs that you weren’t his, and would never be his.

Finally tearing his eyes away, Jimin forcibly pulls himself away from the door. The heavy weight of the bouquet of roses burns in his hand - just the sheer feel of them cruelly taunting him of the love he’d never had, but had somehow lost. Swiftly, he exits your apartment, his chest aching as he drowns in his own sorrow. He moves on muscle memory alone, allowing his feet to guide him out of your flat and then your building. And then, when he’s finally out of the lobby, he takes in a shuddering breath before letting out a sob.

Through blurry eyes, he stares at the bouquet in his hands, the once pristinely furled petals slightly wilted. Mockingly, they stare back at him, the bruised florets an apt representation of his heart. Not wanting to look at them anymore, Jimin drops them onto the floor. They fall to the ground, a few petals scattering from the bud and littering the ground. But Jimin pays them no mind. Instead, he just walks away. Leaving the roses, and the love he has for you behind.

a/n: yah im so fucking sorry yeet

Kofi | Masterlist

[samanthadalton]

Star crossed lovers (au) part 4

pairings: poppy x mc (bea)

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

in this chapter specifically there are mentions of guns too 

reader discretion is advised

taglist: @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @cloud9in @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @rxssians @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth 

(i just wanted to thank you guys for your patience with this fic because i know im not the most consistent with my posting so thank you for reading, also i’ll fix any errors later on) 

word count: 4.9k 

part 1: part 2:  part 3:  

Never bring a knife to a gun fight

Rumours of Poppy’s outburst at volleyball practice began to spread like wildfire, students all around Belvoire gossiped about the intentions behind the strawberry blonde’s confrontation. 

Some of the stories fabricated insinuated that Bea threatened Poppy to counter her friends’ behaviour, while others believed that Poppy was simply doing some charity work by helping Belvoire’s least fortunate. Not one of the rumours came close to the truth, that the girls were just simply in love. 

Saturday rolls over quickly and Poppy’s in her bedroom with Veronica sprawled out on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest, while Poppy lays on the other side of her. Chloe however,  awkwardly sits on the edge of the bed, ostensibly feeling apprehensive about being in the same room as Poppy as she reels in from her last one on one confrontation with the strawberry blonde. 

The two girls laying down, engage in idle chit chat until they’re pulled out of their conversation when the dumb blonde lets out a small cough capturing their attention. 

“So.. are you sure you can’t ditch your dinner plans and come to the party?” She anxiously places some of her hair behind her ear, as she meets Poppy’s gaze but the blue-eyed girl holds the eye contact, determined to mitigate some of the awkwardness from the room since she’s barely spoken more than 10 words to the strawberry blonde since Thursday. 

Poppy and Veronica share a look, the unspoken words covertly communicating their plan to go to the party in the south, but the two girls remain silent, avoiding the question. Chloe stares at the two girls, oblivious to what the shared look actually means, and when her question remains unanswered she opens her mouth to ask again until Poppy clears her throat slightly and sighs, “I told you Chlo, it’s a work dinner, we don’t have a choice, our parents are forcing us to be there.”

“Yeah but you could I dont know, speak to your dad? I’m sure he would understand”

‘I’m a Min Sinclair, I can’t pick and choose what dinners I can and can’t go to, it doesn’t work like that,” Poppy adds a bit of sterness to her tone hoping the dumb blonde would get the point and leave it alone but Chloe’s infuriating relentlessness compels her to keep cracking down on the strawberry blonde, inclined to make her change her mind. She drags her body from the edge of the bed to the middle, and perches herself on her knees as she faces the two girls, “the party won’t be as fun without you guys there”. 

Poppy lips move to an imperceptible frown as her mind and heart begin to battle over whose party she should go to tonight. While she promised Bea she would go to the party tonight, Chloe was acting suspiciously clingy and things between the two girls were still fragile. Warily watching the strawberry blonde lost in speculation, Veronica intercepts before Poppy can come up with an answer, “have you met her dad Chloe? There’s no way Mr Min Sinclair will let us miss the dinner for a party, don’t be stupid” 

Veronica’s cutthroat tone is enough for the dumb blonde to stop pushing and she purses her lips in retort. Veronica almost feels bad so she adds, “but I agree, the party is gonna be dead without the two of us there” she smiles and slightly nudges Poppy with her shoulder hoping to alleviate some of the awkwardness. However to her dismay, the atmosphere slips back to being awkward and the girls reside in the uncomfortable silence that follows until Poppy’s phone begins to chirp with messages. She apprehensively picks up her phone but can’t help the smile on her face when she sees Bea’s name pop up on her screen.

B 💖

Hey beautiful, can’t wait to see you at the party tonight 

Zoey’s looking forward to seeing Veronica tonight but don’t tell her I told you that otherwise she’ll kill me 

Also can’t wait to see what you’re gonna wear tonight 👀🥵

After reading the series of texts from Bea, Poppy’s practically grinning like a Cheshire cat as she types out her response, her attention shifts solely focusing on the brunette and she mentally reprimands herself for doubting which party she should go to, since the choice is undoubtedly clear. 

Past memories of her going to parties with Bea surges through her mind and she revels in the memory of her first ever southside party. She recollects how nervous Bea was as the 15 year old girls made their way to the drinks table and Bea accidentally spilled her drink on Poppy’s top, after having a couple of beers beforehand, and Poppy teased what a lightweight she was. Bea’s face practically reddened with embarrassment as she offered her girlfriend to wear her hoodie to cover the drink stain, while she walked around the party in her tank top and caught a cold the next day. It was the small moments like that that made Poppy appreciative of Bea’s kindness and thoughtfulness and reminded the strawberry blonde exactly why she loves her. While reminiscing about the past, Poppy’s practically pulled from her thoughts when Chloe taps her leg, frowning. 

‘Who are you uh talking to Poppy?” 

Poppy visibly stiffens and turns off her phone, her mouth begins to feel dry as her brain goes into overdrive trying to come up with an authentic lie. “Just uhh going through my insta dms, the amount of creativity these creeps have is hilarious” 

Chloe gawks at Poppy, not entirely convinced but she nods in response, not wanting to press the matter further. Veronica quickly sits up, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she stares at the time on her phone, “Crap, I gotta go and edit my video so I can upload it tonight”, she gets up to grab her bag and Chloe uses the opportunity to leave with Veronica as she knows that her and Poppy are yet to still be on normal speaking terms. After a few goodbye hugs and a promise from Veronica that she’ll see the strawberry blonde tonight, Poppy walks them down to the front door and watches the girls leave. 

Just as she’s about to head about to her room, a voice booms out from the living room, Poppy freezes mid-step on the stairs and internally sighs, ‘crap’ she thinks to herself, her dad’s home. 

“Poppy, come over here for a second”, Poppy mentally braces herself and holds her head up high, keeps her posture straight and walks into the living room to see her father sitting on his favourite chair and a stack of documents on the table beside him. 

“Hi daddy”, she places a sweet kiss on his cheek and he makes a gesture for her to sit opposite him on the sofa. He places his hand on the frame of his glasses and takes it off and begins rubbing at the glass with the hem of his shirt before placing it back on his face. 

“I feel like I’ve barely seen you this week princess, how was your first week as a senior?” 

Poppy usually gets nervous when speaking with her father about any aspect of her life really, because he isn’t always the most affectionate or warming person. She purses her lips together in thought before answering, “It was good daddy, I’m in a lot of the AP classes so I’ve been making sure I stay on track for what’s expected for the classes”. 

Her father beams at her response and slaps his hand against his knee, “that’s my girl”, but his expression quickly sobers as he fixates his gaze on the blonde, “so, you didn’t run into any problems this week?” His tone is almost intimidating and suggestive as Poppy subtly sinks into the sofa a little, her thoughts beginning to run wild as she struggles to grasp at her father’s implication.

“Uh no, not really dad” 

“Huh, I heard that friend of yours, Chloe? She had a fight with that Hughes girl on the first day back. You wouldn’t be foolish enough to indulge in something so trivial would you now?” 

Poppy clings to the edge of the sofa with a deathly drip, knuckles turning white at the mention of Bea but she lifts her body slightly in an attempt to show her father she isn’t fazed by her name and clears her throat slightly, “no dad, Chloe thought it would be a funny joke but I ended up getting detention for just being in the courtyard.” She begins to shake her head a little, “I would never involve myself in something so ludacris” she exaggeratingly rolls her eyes and fidgets with her perfectly manicured nails, soliciting her lack of interest in the topic. 

Her father gleams at her with a hint of satisfaction, and curtly nods his head at her before swiftly changing the subject. “Rita, tells me you’re planning to go to a party tonight?” 

“Umm, yeah, just a celebration party at Ford’s house, his parents know about it and- ” 

Hayden Min Sinclair raises his hand in the air and the words die out of Poppy’s mouth as she awaits for her dad to speak, “just be safe, and make sure you’re home before 12, just call Carter if you find yourself in need of a ride home”. Of course, Mr Min Sinclair would never offer to pick up his daughter himself, he knows that his daughter should be less dependent on him and should be able to fare for herself. Poppy briskly nods and moves to stand, “Well daddy, I should let you get back to your work”, she gives him a polite smile and moves towards her room, letting out a huge exhale as she closes her bedroom door. She hates hiding things from her father, but he makes it impossible for her to confide in him at all, it’s times like these where she wishes her mother was still here. 

……

Bea spends her afternoon alone after dropping her sister off at her friend’s house for the weekend and worries about her mom being AWOL and has concerns when she doesn’t pick up her phone. It isn’t until the late afternoon her mom casually strolls through the front door, her makeup has practically vanished, with only a few remnants of it smudged across her face. She moves towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water until Bea’s stomps towards the kitchen with a scowl etched onto her face as she pulls Isabella away from the sink to face her. 

“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling and texting non-stop” Bea raises her voice and points accusatively at her mother who in response blanky rolls her eyes at Bea and moves towards the cupboards scrounging for some food. Bea’s blood begins to boil as she balls her hands up into fists, her knuckles turning white, she pushes her mom against the counter and lifts her face up to look into her eyes, “You’re fucking high aren’t you?”. She takes in her mom’s features, seeing her incredibly red eyes and her chapped lips, and her slightly slanted demeanour. 

“Get the fuck off me” Isabella pushes Bea away from her, “last I remembered I’m the fucking parent here” 

“Then act like it!” Bea screams at the top of her lungs, her breaths heavy, her tone enraged as she stares down at her mother, “I have better things to do than to worry about where you are or whether you’re laying dead in a ditch somewhere” 

Isabella just places her hands on her head, trying to dull the noise sprouting from Bea’s mouth, “God, you’re hurting my head” she sniffles and simply grabs a packet of chips from the cupboard and a bottle of vodka from under the sink and retreats to her room without saying another word. 

Bea chest heaves heavily, she has no idea what to do about her mother, sometimes she wishes that she wasn’t there, then maybe she would have less to worry about. She could be a normal teenager with normal problems, instead of constantly babying her mother and being a second mom to her sister, but she remembers that she should be lucky to have a mom, no matter how shitty she might be. Her phone in her pocket buzzes and she grimaces a little when she sees the text from Poppy

P💋

hey babe 

V and I decided to go to Ford’s party just for a little bit 

Just to make a few quick introductions but we’ll be in and out of the party 

Can’t wait to see you 🥺

Bea feels a tiny pang in her heart but at least Poppy wasn’t going to completely ditch her for the night. She hoped that tonight would be just about them, that for once Poppy would let go off all expectations and just focus on herself. But Bea knew Poppy carried the world on her shoulders, that being a Min Sinclair meant that she had to sacrifice a lot, but sometimes Bea felt like she was the only thing being sacrificed, that she was the only thing that could easily be cut off. She types out a half-hearted reply to Poppy, something along the lines of ‘can’t wait to see you too’ and with that she grabs her jacket, turns around to catch a quick glance at her mother’s closed bedroom door and leaves for the party. 

……

Poppy and Veronica are walking towards Ford’s house, the faint thumping of bass music echoes throughout the neighbourhood while the girls are fixated on their hair and outfits as they walk towards the front yard. Both of the girls are wearing smart suits, to make their lie about going to a company dinner more compelling. They leave their real party outfits in the back of Veronica’s car which is parked a couple of blocks away from the house and before they enter the house Poppy grabs Veronica’s hand. 

“I told Bea that we will be in and out of the house, so let’s not waste any time. We just say a few hellos and then we go” she flips her hair throwing it back over her shoulder while Veronica rolls her eyes. 

“Hey you’re the one who decided to stop by Ford’s party, I would rather be in the southside partying it up there.” 

Poppy piercingly shushes Veronica, and in one swift move places her hand over the ombre-haired girl’s mouth, “Are you trying to expose us or something? Don’t mention the” she conspicuously u looks around and whispers, “don’t mention the southside here” 

Veronica pulls Poppy’s hand from her mouth and exaggeratingly shudders while shaking her hands, “Oh no, I forgot the southside is like Voldemort we don’t speak of it” sarcasm dripping off every word she says. 

Before Poppy can answer, a series of screams reverberates from inside the house and a few seconds later, Poppy and Veronica are engulfed in a huge bear hug from Chloe, “Oh my god, you guys made it”, she screams enthusiastically while jumping up and down in her spot clapping her hands together. 

Veronica sticks her fingers in her ears are glares at Chloe, “chill Chloe, you’re gonna burst my eardrums” 

Poppy laughs and playfully slaps Veronica on the arm and turns back to face the dumb blonde, “We’re just passing by, just because we have to go to a stuffy work dinner doesn’t mean we have to show up on time” 

Chloe grabs the two girls by the arms and pulls them into the foyer where they’re greeted by more of their peers. Ford is already half naked with a red solo cup in his hand and he waves the girls over before offering them a drink which the two girls politely decline. 

“Oh come on, one drink won’t kill you” 

“We said we’re good” Veronica’s tone is cutthroat causing Ford to back off and resume his strip pong game. 

“Ayyyyyy there are my two favourite girls” Carter slurs his words slightly and slinks an arm over each girl’s shoulders and migrates the girl’s to the back of the living room where the speakers are playing. “I thought Chloe said you guys aren’t coming? You change your mind Pops?” he flirtatiously raises an eyebrow at Poppy who playfully pushes him back in return. 

“No we still have to go to the dinner” she gestures at her suit, “we just wanted to say hi real quick” 

Chloe ambles towards the girl’s and grabs Veronica’s hand and pulls her to the dance floor without waiting for the ombre-haired girl to refuse, leaving Poppy and Carter alone. 

“So… do you really have to go? I mean you could have a lot more fun if you stayed” he takes a careful step towards the strawberry blonde, closing the distance between the two as he leans in to whisper in her ear, “we could play strip pong”, he leans back a little to stare into Poppy’s eyes. 

Poppy lets out a small awkward laugh, “um, as much fun as that sounds, Veronica and I really should get going. I don’t wanna piss off my dad” she takes a step back from the quarterback and wraps her arms around herself.  

Carter gives Poppy a long unwavering look, one she fully couldn’t dissect and understand, but he breaks the silence, “well, I hope you have fun, Chloe was worried you were ditching us for someone else” 

“Yeah, my dad’s business partners. Because work talk is absolutely riveting and exactly how I wanna spend my saturday nights” her voice brimming with sarcasm as she gives Carter a quick hug goodbye and grabs Veronica and pulls her out of the house after making a few more rounds with the rest of the students of Belvoire. 

…….

“This is a party, loosen up a little” Zoey rolls her eyes and hands Bea a red plastic cup, before taking a small sip from hers, “don’t tell me the princess of Greensburg decided to not show up” 

Bea lighthearted rolls her eyes and takes a huge swig of her cup, “she said she’s coming, okay? She’s just saying a quick hi to her friends” 

“Yeah sure, because she would rather hang out with the people at the bottom of the food chain than preppy rich kids who can probably afford a better sound system and drinks than this” 

“Oh hush, you’re just in a sour mood because Veronica isn’t here yet” Zoey pinches Bea on her arm, “ow ow, okay, it doesn’t make it any less true though. I mean you practically begged me to invite her” 

“Shut up. I don’t care if she’s here or not. But let's just say I’ve been doing a lot of wishful thinking and I’m wearing my best bra tonight” she gives Bea a sly wink who just laughs. “So,, I still can’t believe you let Poppy off that easily after the shit that happened on monday” 

Bea stiffens a little, her expression quickly sobering as she turns to face Zoey, “look, we spoke about it and we’re moving past it. I told her she isn’t exactly out of the dog house but I’m not gonna sit here and wallow about it. What’s done is done” she gives Zoey a fixed look, meaning that she was done talking about it and Zoey raises her hands in defence

“Maybe if you let me beat Chloe’s ass then I would let Poppy off” Bea playfully shoves Zoey with her shoulder, “only if I can join you”, the two girls laugh until Zoey catches Bea staring into the inside of her cup, her eyes barren. “Hey, I’m sorry for bringing it up. It just pisses me off that those entitled bitches think they can do shit like that” 

Bea solemnly shakes her head, “well, it’s Isabella’s fault to be honest. Everywhere I go, it’s like I’m haunted by her past and all the shit she’s done. Like they all expect me to become a deadbeat like her” 

Zoey empathetically rubs Bea’s back, as the brunette clenches her jaw slightly to stop her lips from quivering, and she blinks back the tears forming in her eyes before letting out a sad laugh, “God, you just told me to lighten up and I just made this entire atmosphere depressing” 

“Bitch, who cares? You’re my best friend, you know you can talk to me about anything, anytime” she gives Bea a one armed hug while balancing her drink and when the hug breaks off she drains the rest of her cup. “Do you want another drink?” Bea shakes her head and Zoey flounces off to grab another drink. Bea bops her head along to the music until a pair of hands cover her eyes from behind her, and a soft voice whispers in her ear, “guess who?” 

Bea grins and delicately removes the hands from her eyes and turns around to see Poppy in her skin tight pink dress and moves in to give a long lingering kiss. “You finally made it” she kisses the strawberry blonde again before realising Veronica is standing behind Poppy with her arms crossed waiting as her eyes move to scan the backyard. “Hey Veronica, if you’re looking for Zoey she went inside a few minutes ago to get a drink” Veronica nonchalantly raises an eyebrow and looks towards the house, “well, I’m suddenly feeling parched, I’ll see you girls later” she gives them a wink and struts towards the house. 

Poppy laughs while shaking her head but stops when she sees Bea appraising her, looking at her up and down with lust in her eyes. Poppy gives Bea her signature smirk and does a small twirl for the brunette, “so you like what you see?” 

Bea moves towards the girl, hugging her curves while staring into the blonde’s eyes with undisguised desire, “mmhmm, you look gorgeous”, she nods towards the group of people who are dancing along to the music, “dance with me?” 

Poppy grabs Bea’s hand and manoeuvres her to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and the girls laugh, drink and dance for a couple of songs until Bea whispers into Poppy’s ear, “let’s get out of here” 

She takes the blonde’s hand and moves towards the inside of the house and they stumble towards the bedrooms, and when they open the first door they simultaneously gasp when they see Veronica and Zoey making out on the bed, both girls half naked. 

“Oh my god Bea get out” Zoey throws a pillow towards the door and in response Bea throws her head back laughing, “sorry, sorry, but the bra is kinda cute Zo”. Zoey gives Bea the finger as they leave the room and eventually, they find an empty bedroom and are already locked in a passionate embrace before the door even closes. 

Bea roughly shoves Poppy against the door pressing her lips to Poppy’s, devouring her as her tongue slips into the blonde’s as her moans set the brunette alight. Bea caresses her tongue with Poppy’s and breaks the kiss to start kissing down her neck and then her jawline until she reaches the sensitive spot behind her ear and begins to suck at it. A moan escapes Poppy’s lips as her hands wrapped around the taller girl’s neck as her eyes roll back begging for more. 

Bea pulls back and the two girls begin shredding off their clothes before jumping into the strangers bed, their lips locked once again, reigniting the very same passion. Bea sits up and leads Poppy onto her lap, she grabs the blonde’s hips and presses her down onto her thigh before whispering into her ear, “ride” and without missing a beat, Poppy does. She unrelentlessly presses her sensitive spot down on Bea’s thigh and rocks her hips, as she buries her face into the crook of Bea’s neck, muffling her moans. Bea feels the heat emitting from the blonde’s legs and lets out a groan as her hands grip Poppy’s hips even more and she begins alternating between kissing and sucking at the blonde’s chest. 

“Please Bea” Poppy’s breaths come in hot and heavy as she begs for release, so Bea decides to give into the desire and flips the blonde over, pressing her deeper into the mattress while her fingers play with the waistband of her panties. She slips her hand inside and uses her thumb to encircle her clit, before slipping a finger inside her, and she begins pumping. Poppy’s back arches off the bed, groans echoing in the room as Bea slips another finger in, letting the blonde’s moans guide her as she brings the girl to the edge and lets her ride in the orgasm not stopping until she slumps back into the bed. 

…. 

A little while later the girls get dressed and make their way back to the party where they see Zoey and Veronica in the corner whispering sweet nothings to each other and giggling. “They should just date already don’t you think?” Poppy leans on Bea’s shoulder, humming peacefully as she looks at the two girls. 

“They should but they won’t. They’re both terrible with commitment”, Bea places a sweet kiss on Poppy’s forehead, “drink?” 

“Yes please” 

Bea squeezes Poppy’s hand and strolls into the house to grab the drinks. While waiting for Bea, Poppy stands in the front yard staring up at the sky until a unfamiliar hand, cups her ass and whispers into her ear, “what’s a girl like you doing alone here”, Poppy jerks away form the stranger, her nostrils flaring as she gives the guy a deathly stare. 

“Don’t fucking touch me” 

“Wow, I like my girls rowdy” he tries to touch a stray piece of the blonde’s hair that sticks out but she grabs his wrist and pushes him back, her eyes scanning the front yard hoping Bea will be back. 

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?” AJ sidles up to Poppy as he begins to stare down the young man who just demeaningly laughs in AJ’s face. 

“Get outta here kid, can’t you see I’m talking to someone” 

“Well she has a girlfriend so get lost”. The stranger stares at Poppy, an unsettling glint in his eyes before he steps forward and puts two of his fingers under Poppy’s chin lifting her face a little, “so you’re a lesbo? Well we can change that”. Before Poppy can step back AJ shoves the boy back who in retort takes out a knife holding it out against AJ. “fuck off now”. 

After catching up with a few friends, Bea hears about a commotion in the front yard and rushes out to see AJ barricading Poppy with his body while someone holds out a knife to his chest. Poppy’s eyes flash when she realises Bea is here and Bea moves behind the figure and takes out a small pocket knife from her jeans and lightly presses it against the stranger’s neck. Poppy lets out a small gasp, her body trembles slightly as she takes in the fact that Bea is holding a knife. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you are but you better back the fuck off right now unless you want to get your throat slit” her voice is quiet but her tone is challenging. The stranger raises his hands in the air and Bea warily puts the knife down, avoiding any eye contact with Poppy. In a swift move, the stranger throws Bea’s knife out of her hand, puts her in a headlock and presses the knife against her throat, creating a small cut as blood lightly begins to trickle down her neck. 

“No!” Poppy moves forward but AJ steps in front of her and in a flash he grabs an object from the waistband of trousers and holds it up to the stranger. Everyone in the front yard begins to panic and move out of the way as they all segregate themselves from the confrontation.

“AJ stop” Bea pleads with the young boy when she realises he has a gun in his hand as he points it to the stranger. 

“Move away from her now or I’ll shoot” his voice trembles slightly as his hand shakes but he grips the gun tighter as his gaze pierces into the stranger. 

“You won’t do it” he presses his knife into Bea’s throat a little more, who just winces at the pain while Poppy painfully watches the ordeal unfold, her heart hammering into her eardrums. 

AJ places his hand on the trigger, his stance unwavering, “try me”. The stranger grimaces at AJ before removing his knife and pushing Bea forward, “you better watch your back kid” and with that he runs from the party. Poppy moves towards Bea, her hand cups the part of Bea’s neck with the cut and she turns to look at AJ, whose eyes are blank like he’s just seen a ghost. 

“AJ, I-” Bea steps towards AJ who just looks at Bea with grief and embarrassment, “I’m sorry Bea” he puts the gun back in his waistband and runs off without looking back. 

“What the fuck, Bea are you okay?” Poppy begins to examine the wound but Bea’s thoughts are enveloped in everything that just happened, her body trembles slightly as she takes in the fact that AJ now has a gun. In the background of the commotion, the fireworks are set off, colouring the sky in an array of colours but the girls can barely focus on them since they knew they were in deep shit.

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