#this is so bad for me I fucking HATE even the smell of microwave popcorn. bisgrusting /lh

[mosspapi]

Oh my god I think someone just blew up a bag of microwave popcorn in the lounge. Like literally exploded

[tomspancakes]

This Way: Part 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: none

Summary: Yours and Tom’s past come in bringing a bit of tension.

Part 1

A/N: AHH I’m so glad people liked part 1! I don’t have a set schedule for posting bc I still have school atm, but I’m gonna try to stay consistent, cause writing this is so fun :))) If you have any suggestions of improvement for my writing or if you’re enjoying this please lmk! If you want to be added to the tag list don’t hesitate to ask! Enjoy Part 2 <3

“Harry, oh my god that was so awkward. I hated that, it will replay in my head for the next week.” You groaned flopping on his bed. “I am a bad bitch I’m fine, I’m fine” you reminded yourself.

He laughed at you and sat next to you, “You are a bad bitch. And yes that was painfully awkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks for pulling me away though. Not gonna lie, I felt like Allana was plotting something in her head when she saw me. Did you get any vibe that she didn’t seem happy?” You asked, nervous.

“Eh wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t happy, she bosses Tom around. She tried to use me as her photographer once, but I was busy and couldn’t, but she somehow made Tom clear my schedule so that I could take pictures of her. I do not trust her in all honesty, so her plotting something wouldn’t be new..” You gasped at the story. 

“Dang I will not get in her way then…” Harry laughed and asked, “What do you feel like eating tonight, love?” 

“Uhmmm, oh I haven’t had nandos since the last time I was here.” You said and he nodded.

-

After the Nandos was dropped off at the house you all gathered around the table. 

“I think I can make food like Nandos.” Harrison said and everyone started laughing, “Hey I seriously think I can. Just watch.” 

“I think you can too, Harrison, I’ll be your sous chef if you want.” He smiled at your encouragement and stuck his tongue out at everyone else and Allana rolled her eyes. Oof. “Tommy, do you have spinach? I have a photoshoot tomorrow because one of the models cancelled. I can’t eat the side dishes. I’ll make myself a salad or something.” Allana said.

Harry scoffed and joked, “We don’t have rabbit food here, love.” Tuwaine and Harrison laughed, but you felt bad they were ganging up on her.

“Hey don’t make fun of her. It’s harder for us girls to stay fit whereas you boys can eat like shit and still be fit.” You said to the boys and Allana looked at you a bit surprised and pleased, “Allana, I think I saw some lettuce in the fridge. I can go grab it for you and a bowl. Gotta start getting used to the things around here anyway.” You smiled at her. 

Her expression went back to being unimpressed, “Uhm no thanks. I’ll just go eat at home, I have to leave in a bit anyway.”  She said and pushed the utensils away. 

“Darling, you need to eat a little something, you haven’t eaten one thing since you’ve gotten here.” Tom said. Your heart clenched a bit when he called her darling. 

“Tommy, god, I said I’d eat later. Don’t you ever listen?” She said everyone stared in silence until Harrison broke it, “Someone’s a little hangry…” 

“Harrison shut up!” Tom said snapping his head toward Haz.

Allana was turning red, “That’s it! I’m tired of your friends treating me like this. I’m leaving, Tommy, will you come with me?” Tom got up and glared at Harrison as he helped Allana out. 

“As if she doesn’t treat us badly.” Tuwaine said, rolling his eyes, Harry and Harrison nodding in response.

“Ok, but I still felt bad for her. That was a little uncalled for guys.” You said continuing to eat. 

“Y/n, she literally shot you down when you were trying to be helpful.” Harrison stated.

“Ok true, but I didn’t mind, she seemed to mind when you all ganged up on her.” The boys nodded.

“Not even 3 hours here and you’re already being our mother.” Harry said laughing.

“Oh shut up, you boys love me. I’m just using the bad bitch energy Harry gave me earlier.” You all laughed.

- 

After dinner you and the boys watched funny videos on Harry’s laptop and then headed your separate ways to go to sleep. You did your night routine and pulled on pj shorts and tank top since the boys put the heater on. 

You stirred in bed trying to sleep, but the jet lag got the best of you and you decided to put your clothes in the drawers and closet. Before starting to clean you decided to grab a snack and water.

While waiting for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave you heard the front door unlock and a tired looking Tom walked in. 

“Tom? Oh my god why’re you getting home now it’s 2 am, you should’ve stayed with Allana. It’s so late!” 

“Oh, y/n? And we were talking then she kicked me out, something about being alone in bed is better for her aura the night before a photoshoot. Why’re you up?” Tom stammered and you scoffed at the story.

“Jet lag. I decided to organize my room, but also wanted a snack.” He nodded sitting in front of you at the counter, “Why don’t you go to sleep now you look like shit.” You joked. He put his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt.

“Tsss ouch, y/n, but I kinda wanted to talk to you. You know, catch up.” He said looking at you with his head resting on his hand now. Your heart sped up and sighed trying to stay calm.

“Alright, what do you wanna know?” You pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and set it between you and Tom. He started eating with you.

“How’re you and Mr. Gavin Leatherwood?” His question surprised you because one; that was a very straightforward question and two; you never confirmed anything/ went public with Gavin except for paps photos of you two holding hands and only Zendaya, your family, and Harry knew and swore not to tell Tom. 

“Uhm we mutually broke up two weeks ago...” You said looking up at Tom fiddling with your fingers. Tom’s eyes widened a bit and he tried to hide his joy, 

“Oh I’m sorry about that y/n.” he said genuinely, “I always thought there was something off about him.” You rolled your eyes getting annoyed thinking back to the past,

“Tom nothing was wrong with him. Like I said it was a mutual break up. He’s a sweet guy, you just never gave him a chance.” You rolled your eyes. He put his arms up in defense,

“Sorry, love, chill. I was trying to make you feel better by implying you deserved better.” You scoffed knowing he was only being half truthful. 

“Mhm sure, we both know that you just hated him.” Tom looked at the bowl of popcorn in defeat. 

“Thanks for sticking up for Allana by the way. I know she doesn’t seem like the nicest person at first, but when you get to know her she’s a sweetheart.”

“Oh ya I bet.” You joked.

“What? ‘Not gonna give her a chance’, love?” He mocked your American accent  and put air quotes in when he said that. You gave him a displeased look,

“Really, Tom? Really? Are seriously going to say that to me when you never stood up for Gavin and was actually the meanest to him?” 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “it was a joke, love. I see you still get butt hurt easily.” He said putting his head in his hands. That was it,

“Ok good catching up with you Tom. Good night, asshole.” You took the popcorn and water to your room. 

Tom sat there with his eyes never leaving your beautiful figure. He groaned, beating himself up mentally for fucking things up and for checking you out.

-

You woke up around 7 a.m. groaning because jet lag got to you really bad. You changed into leggings and a crop top ready to go on a light jog knowing you wouldn’t go back to sleep. 

When you walked down you saw that Tom fell asleep on the couch. Your heart melted at the sight, but you tried to ignore how cute and cuddly he looked. You were about to walk out, but gave in and decided to put a blanket over Tom. 

“Oh mornin’ y/n, you’re up early,” You heard Harrison as he walked down in shorts and a tshit-shirt, “Going on a run too?” 

“Yup, light one though. I’ve got a lot of work to do today.” You said putting your hair up in a ponytail.

“Sick, I’ll run with you for a bit then.” You smiled and waited outside for him.

When you started running it was a little silent until he spoke, “So did you put that blanket over Tom?” 

“Maybe” you chuckled a bit, it was quiet again.

“Fuck it I’m just gonna say it,” you raised your eyebrow at him, “I shouldn’t be saying thihs, but he hasn’t gotten over you. I think Allana is here just to keep him on his toes. And plus he-” 

“Sorry, Harrison, can we not talk about this now? I’m still trying to forget about my past with him since I’m living in his house and all.” You said breathing hard.

“You know you don’t have to do that. As his best friend I know he’d hate for you to pretend like nothing ever happened between you two.” 

“Alright then, but if something bad happens because of past events I’m blaming you.” You said jokingly and Harrison laughed, “So what are all the things you need to catch me up on, I’ll let you talk now, I already can’t breathe.” Harrison laughed and started updating you on everything.

-

“Wait are you serious? That sounds terrible.” You said, Harrison was telling you how he face planted when he was trying to impress a girl. 

“Oh my god it was so embarrassing, she was so quiet when she helped me up and took her number out of my phone!” You started dying of laughter. 

“I’m so sorry that’s so sad. I can’t help, but to laugh though. She’s missing out though you’re a good looking guy.” He turned red with embarrassment. 

“Aw thanks y/n. Also I can’t believe you ended up running the whole time with me.” You shrugged like it was nothing, but your legs were actually aching. You two stepped into the house to the smell of bacon. 

“Oh hell yeah... wait is that Tom cooking?” Harrison asked, very surprised. 

“Yes, I can cook you div.” Tom said. 

You noticed he changed into sweats and he was shirtless. 

“Bro the last time you cooked was when-”

Tom turned surprised to see you up, you stared at him a bit too long. He cut Haz off before he can spill anymore beans,

“Morning, love, like what you see?” You scoffed,

“Actually no, just waiting for you to burn your nipples or something since your frying bacon without a shirt.” You went to pour a glass of water and as if on cue Tom yelped in pain.

“Fuck, I burned myself.” Tom hissed and you were gonna laugh at him until you saw his side. 

“Oh my god Tom! What the hell how’d you manage to burn your side?” You rushed to his side with an ice pack in a dish towel.

“Haha Tom I thought you said you could cook!” Harrison said dying of laughter.

“Harrison can you go get toothpaste?”

“What the fuck toothpaste?” Harrison and Tom asked at the same time.

“Yes, trust me.” With that Harrison scurried off to get toothpaste.

“Told you being shirtless was a bad idea.” You scolded him.

“You liked it though, don’t deny it,” you pressed the ice pack to his side and he winced, “ouch, love, I was joking.” You giggled a bit at his reaction, 

“How hard is it to find toothpaste? Harrison where are you?” You yelled. You looked back at Tom, seemed like something was on his mind.

“You uh look good, y/n.” He stammered, your face heating up more and your heartbeat quickening,

“Tom don’t.”

“What I can’t say my friend looks good? You told Harrison he’s good looking.” You raised your brow. Was he jealous? How the hell did he hear that from inside?

“You’re something else, Holland. Plus you have a girlfriend, don’t think she’d like to hear you say that. Especially when I’m your ex.” For some reason it pained both of you when you said that.

You sat across from him still waiting for Harrison. Tom nudged your foot with his and said, “Y/n, I wanted to say I was sorry about last night. I was tired and being a complete div.” 

You looked up at him, “It’s alright, sorry for overreacting and walking out.”

“No no you had every right to.” He sighed and was about to continue, but Haz ran in,

“I got the toothpaste!” Harrison said breathless.

“Why the hell did you take so long?” You asked as Harrison handed you the tube and winked at Tom, he rolled his eyes then face palmed.

“Oh my god, Harrison.” Tom groaned. You caught on real quick, Harrison was giving you two alone time. 

“You’re not slick at all Osterfield, you literally suck.” You said as he laughed.

You removed the ice pack from Tom’s side, “Alright, Tom, this is gonna sting a bit.” You warned and spread the paste on his burn he groaned in pain.

“Whoa, Harry cover your innocent eyes!” Tuwaine exclaimed covering his face when he and Harry walked in. 

“Really guys having sex in the kitchen?” Harry said. 

“Oh shut up you dickheads. I burnt myself and y/n is helping me out.” Tom said, still moaning.

“Tom you’re such a baby. Harry we’re no longer best friends anymore.” You stated. Harry laughed as you rolled your eyes. 

“Harrison here to save the day with better bacon than Tom’s bacon!” Harrison sang. Tom slapped Harrison’s leg. You laughed excited for how the next few months would turn out because of how eventful this morning already was.

-

After a very crazy morning and a facetime meeting with your manager you had to go to the table read for the movie you were shooting. Your phone began to ring, it was Harry. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, y/n, I’m really sorry Sam and I are still filming right now. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to pick you up in time to drop you off at your table read. Can you have one of the boys at home take you?” You began to stress a bit, but you knew that Harry was working on something really important to him.

“Yes of course. Let me know how filming goes later!”

“Thanks so much for understanding. I’ll tell you everything when I pick you up for dinner with my family! Bye, love.” You said goodbye and hung up, also completely forgetting about dinner with the Hollands tonight. 

You walked to Harrison’s room and asked, “Hey are you gonna be busy in like the next hour or so?” 

“Sorry, y/n, I’m about to meet up with some friends for lunch. What’d you need?” He asked frantically pacing looking for something. 

“Oh, Harry can’t take me to my tableread anymore, I need a ride.”

“Hmm, oh found it!” Harrison pulled out a watch from his drawer, “Well Tuwaine is leaving with me, so I’m afraid your only options are Tom or the tube.” 

“Really Harrison?” you groaned and he put his hands up in defense, “Ok have fun at lunch.”

You walked over to Tom’s room to see it empty, “He’s outside!” Tuwaine yelled from across Tom’s room. You thanked him and rushed outside to see Tom still shirtless. He was doing push-ups and the toothpaste looked glittery on his right side in the sunlight. His triceps and biceps enlarged every time he pushed his body up.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off me can you, y/n?” He said grunting while finishing his last few reps. You were at a loss for words because he did look really hot at the moment. You blushed and fumbled with your words,

“Oh uh sorry,” He turned and smirked at you, “I need another favor, Harry can’t take me to the tableread and Harrison and Tuwaine are going out for lunch.” He began walking closer to you making your heart skip a beat. What the hell was he doing? “I uh would take myself, but I’ve never driven here before and-” He was inches away from you he reached out and grabbed your shoulder chuckling,

“Alright alright, shut up I’ll take you.” You stared into each other's eyes not breaking eye contact and he reached over to slide the door open wider and he walked past you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and rolled your eyes, you can’t let him get to you, he has a girlfriend! “We need to go in 45 minutes, thanks, Tom!” you yelled and he held a thumbs up.

-

“Z, I swear I cannot live in this house. Tom is acting like he’s some fuck boy and I swear he really is trying to pull something and he has a girlfriend! Did you know that?” You were rambling

“Uhmmm maybe…” She said awkwardly.

“Z! What the hell? Both you and Harry didn’t tell me.”

“What? Didn't think you’d care, cause you’re a ‘badddd bitchhh’.” You laughed at her mocking you.

“Fine, you and Harry said the exact same thing, weird… anyways what the hell do I do?” You said with your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you looked through your closet for something decent to wear at the Holland house. 

“Well, I think you should just focus on what you're doing right now and focus on your growth. Sis, you just broke up with someone, be free for now. It’s time to focus on you and your work.” Zendaya was right, you needed some time to self evaluate and grow, “But also maybe look super hot tonight at the dinner, you know, take his breath away.” She started laughing.

“Z, no! You just said not to worry about boys and he has a girlfriend…”

“But…” she said, waiting for you to carry on.

“But… ok I’ll dress cute, it’s always fun doing that.” You both laughed and she told you what to wear.

“Ok I’m gonna get ready for the tableread, I’ll text you. Love ya!” You said and she said it back and you guys hung up.

“Y/n can we actually leave in 5 minutes? I want to grab lunch, my treat!” Tom said from down the hall.

“Yeah sure.” You grabbed your purse and a bag with extra clothes. You walked out and ran into Tom with a thump he held your shoulders keeping you steady.

“Oops sorry, love. Was just going to tell you to not forget there’s dinner with my family tonight.”

“Yep, got the extra clothes in here.” You said holding up the bag to show him, he smiled and took his hands off your shoulders to take the bag from you and put it over his shoulder, “I could’ve carried it but thanks, bud.” You patted his shoulder and walked off. Tom’s heart dropped when you called him, “bud.”

-

Tom pulled up to a small cafe that seemed oddly familiar. As soon as he opened the door for you you remembered.

~

Tom brought back a tray with two burgers, fries, and waters. 

“This place has the best burgers in town. Closest thing we have to in-n-out burgers.” he said handing you the second tray. You told Tom you were starting to feel homesick and said he might know how to cheer you up. You smiled taking a huge bite into the burger, Tom looked at you waiting for your reaction, 

“Oh my god. Absolutely amazing!” Your eyes lit up and Tom’s heart jolted at the joy on your face. He continued to watch you eat the burger that was somewhat making you less homesick, “Hey, Holland, it’s rude to stare. Eat your burger before I eat it.” You joked and he laughed while taking a bite. His heart began to race as he debated whether or not he should tell you how he feels, then he thought ‘fuck it’.

“Y/n, darling?” You hummed in response.

Here goes nothing, “I like you, y/n. I have for a while now.”

~

Your thoughts went back to what Zendaya was saying, “don’t worry about boys right now.” You took a deep breath and moved up in the line with Tom. “Tom is that you?” Someone asked from behind the counter. 

“Oh, Ms. Sheila! It’s lovely seeing you again.” He said warmly and she came over to give him a hug.

“It’s been so long, and I see you’ve brought this lovely girl back. Is she your girlfriend now?” You widen your eyes and blush.

“Oh my uh no no. We’re just friends, Ms. Sheila.”

“Isn’t this the girl you confessed your feelings to, dear? Then you never came back after that, well only once and that was still ages ago.” 

“Oh, that was a while ago Ms. Sheila. Tom and I are just friends now.” You said before Tom. 

“Oh well that’s a shame you two would make a lovely couple. Anywho what can I get for you two today?” She asked as you followed her to her side of the counter.

“Two of the usuals please.” Tom asked. She nodded and brought the order out within 5 minutes. 

“Now, Tom, I hope you come back more often. Your brothers still come in every now and then.” Tom smiled and promised Ms. Sheila that he’d come back more. 

“How’d she know what your usual is if you haven’t been here in so long?” You asked as you both walked to a booth. 

“I’d come here to get breakfast with my family on Saturdays and would usually hang out here with my mates after school. This place is really special to me, I’ve made a lot of memories here.” He said picking at his fries, only making it more obvious what memory he was thinking about. You two ate in silence for a while not knowing what to say because of what went down the last time you were both here. 

“Alright, ready to go to set, love?” He asked, you nodded as you finished your last bit of the burger and he ate the last of your fries. You and Tom said goodbye to Ms. Sheila and said you’d come back again soon. 

“Thanks, Tom, I owe you big time.” You said looking at him with a smile.

“No problem, but what for?” He asked, glancing at you then back at the road.

“For the meal, taking me to set, and letting me stay at your lovely house.”

“Oh it’s no big deal. You helped me heal my burn,” he paused and cleared his throat, “Uhm b-besides, Harry literally begged me to let you stay, and I’ll be gone next week to film Uncharted. So I’ll uh be out of your hair” He joked and your heart dropped. Harry told you Tom is the one that suggested you stay at their house. Now you sat there confused about who to believe. Regardless you were definitely going to have a chat with Harry about all of this.

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[satoruvt]

unrequited // part two

i really cannot describe how proud of this i am so please PLEASE like it lmao

pairing → bakugou katsuki x reader

word count → 1549

request → tbh, ur a writing qween™ and i can think of no other than to write this prompt. so i’m a sucker for angst and unrequited love; katsuki’s childhood best friend developing feelings for him and falling in love with him for years, but she hides it rlly well all the way into UA, she introduces him to her other friend one time out of chance (she’s just perfect and everything reader isn’t or is insecure about) and he ends up falling for her friend while being oblivious to her own feelings for him? :)

song inspo → medicine by au/ra

The days were hard.

Barely paying attention in class, scraping by on assignments and challenges from the teachers. You’re not on your best game anymore - anyone could see that (and everyone did; Sero and Mina had more than once asked if you were okay). Some days were easier, numbed by your friends’ laughter and Denki’s failed attempts at asking you out; the ache wasn’t as bad. Some days you’d even left class and thought you were over it. Most days were horrible, a Greek tragedy of heartbreak, locking yourself in the bathroom when you saw Katsuki with your friend. The worst times are when your friends tell you to go out with them - to an arcade, to see a movie - and Katuski’s there (with or without her, it doesn’t matter), because all you can think about is how much you want him and how he doesn’t notice.

The nights were worse, though.

It’s the only time you really have to yourself, so you lock yourself in your room. Sometimes you don’t even cry - too exhausted from the day’s trials or out of tears for the next little while. You do whatever homework you have, then lay on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. You switch between searing pain and unforgiving emptiness. One is not better than the other. 

It works, though, right? For them to be together? Your friend is kind and beautiful, always willing to help and never not smiling. She’s responsible and a good leader; cooperative and pragmatic. She’s everything you’re not; you’re not levelheaded or collected - half the time you have no goddamn clue what you’re doing. God, anyone would be stupid not to find some reason to like her. Even Katsuki, who didn’t really seem to like anyone. 

You shouldn’t feel like this. It’s not as if you and him were together - it’s not a break up, you didn’t necessarily have something to lose from him getting a crush, but Christ, it feels that way. Is Katsuki that deep under your skin? Are you that fucking in love with him - that even when you two weren’t together, the weight on your chest is almost suffocating?

It’s movie night tonight. When you walk out into the common room, most of the class is already there; Kirishima and Todoroki were tasked with popping popcorn in the kitchen, it seems, the two of them talking in front of the microwave. The smell of fatty butter is comforting; maybe you can let go for tonight. If you don’t think about it, it can’t hurt you, right? Sure.

Mina waves you over and you plop down next to her on the sofa. Her grin is infectious and you can’t help but offer a smile back, listening as she starts to go on a rant about the last scenario Mr. Aizawa had the class run through. She gets distracted, however, instead choosing the kitchen for her choice of new victims.

You’re looking over the choices for the movie tonight (Wait, you think, who the hell put down Barbie Fairytopia?) when a gruff voice speaks from the entrance of the common room.

“Bakugou! You decided to show up!”

“Yeah, whatever. I didn’t have anything else to do.”

Oh.

You turn your head on instinct, your brain still used to being able to pick him out of a crowd. Your eyes meet with his and your heart is aching, oh, no. You look away before anything can be said. You haven’t talked to him since that night, and you don’t plan to until you’re fully over him. It wouldn’t be good for either of you.

It’s not long before everyone is settling down on the sofas and the floor, passing around bowls of popcorn candy. You’re sat between Izuku and Kirishima, Katsuki being on the other side of Kirishima. He’s not close enough that he can do anything - good or bad - to you, but your heart is still hammering through your chest. 

“Oh, Y/N. Do you want me to move so you can sit next to Bakugou?” Kirishima asks, and you know Katsuki’s listening by the swift glance he gives in your direction. You offer a small smile and shake your head.

“Nah, it’s alright. Don’t trouble yourself.”

The movie is eventually decided - after a bit of yelling and maybe a punch or two thrown - and ends up being that scary one about the clown. You push a handful of Sour Patch Kids into your mouth as the movie starts, trying not to think about the fact that this is the closest you’ve been to Katsuki in almost a week. Jesus.

“Hey, Bakugou. Switch seats with me, I can’t see.”

What?

“What the fuck? Deal with it. Not my fault you chose to sit there.”

“Just do it!”

Kirishima is shushed by Iida, and in turn gives him a sorry smile. From the corner of your eye you see him turn to Katsuki again and then the two of them are moving and oh shit he’s right next to you now he -

You’re sure that Katsuki can sense that you’ve tensed up, but you really can’t bring yourself to care, rather focusing on the fact that it’s suddenly very hard to be around him. Oh God, oh God, ohgodohgod -

“Y/N?” Izuku whispers from your other side, and you turn to look at him stiffly. His eyes are concerned, and you swallow. “Are you okay?”

It takes you a moment to respond, to actually think of words that aren’t get me out of here. “Yeah, I…” you pause. Your chest is full of not-butterflies, moths. “I’m just not feeling well. I think I’m gonna head back to my room.”

Izuku nods, sending you a sympathetic smile. “Do you need any help getting -”

“I’ll help her,” Katsuki says, and you shiver in your spot. His voice is loud against the movie, but when Iida shushes him, he just rolls his eyes.

“No,” you start, and you can’t look at him in the eyes. “It’s okay, I’ll -”

“Don’t be stupid.”

His voice is demanding, but not cold. You know you can’t argue with him. You nod, then, telling your thanks to Izuku before you get up. You’re fast as you walk to the elevator, hoping you can get this over with. Your lungs can’t take this; blooming roses and thorns with every breath.

The elevator ride up to your room is silent. Katsuki has his hands in his pockets, but he’s looking at you - waiting for you to speak, maybe. You don’t care. You just need to get to your room.

When you get to your door, shaky hands pulling out your key, a hand on your wrist stops you.

“What’s going on?” Katsuki asks, but it’s more of a demand than an inquiry. 

“Nothing,” you say on instinct. He scoffs.

“You haven’t talked to me in a few days. Haven’t even looked at me. What the fuck is happening with you?”

Should I tell him?

“I said nothing, Katsuki,” you say, and you hate that your voice is pleading. “I’m fine.”

“Bullshit.”

Would it change anything?

Your door is open, and you start to head inside, but Katsuki pulls it closed again. Fuck. His gaze is intense, fiery, as he looks at you, and you feel the tears coming. You will them away - just a little while longer. 

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“No.”

“Y/N, I swear to God -”

You look up at him from your feet, hoping he’ll just drop it. “What, Katsuki? What are you gonna do?”

Both of you know nothing will happen. But he’s growing angrier by the minute - you see it in his eyes - and one of you has got to give in.

“Tell me.” Katsuki repeats. His hand comes to press against the door, next to your head. He’s caging you in, if he doesn’t leave, then -

“I can’t,” you whimper. Your gaze returns to the floor. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

You’ve gone too far, now.

“Why the hell would you lose me?”

When you look up at Katsuki again, you’re crying. You wipe the tears away hopelessly, wetting your sleeves and fingertips.

“Because I love you,” you choke out, and your voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m in love with you, Katsuki.”

The words fall off of your lips like a waterfall. You thought it’d be harder, you thought it’d be screaming and throwing things and him walking out but it’s quiet, so quiet in the hallway. You can only hear your choked sobs because God, it’s over, isn’t it? Katsuki’s going to leave. 

When he leans forward, arms twisting themselves around your waist to hug you to him, you almost don’t register it. He’s so warm, and you cling to him like he’s air and you’re in the middle of space. He buries his face into your neck. The feel of him only makes you cry harder, because you miss him so much.

“Don’t cry,” Katsuki’s saying into your ear. It’s a gentle command. “I hate it when you cry. It’s okay. I…”

You will yourself to stop crying, unraveling your fingers from his shirt. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, your breaths syncing with his own. When he speaks, you hold him tighter.

“I love you too.”

[axelsagewrites]

Stiles Stilinski*Followed Pt1

Ship(s): Stiles x Fem!Reader

Requested (?): By anonymous 

Can I get a Stiles x reader where the reader is this grunge/punk girl and is kinda intimidating and to everyone (even Derek?) and she finally gets a chance to be alone with Stiles (detention, study hall, etc. your choice) and they realize they have A LOT more in common than they thought?

Warnings?: couple swears, the norm.

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 (Y/N)  pov

I swear if one more person says I’m scary I’m going to flip out! Okay, maybe that won’t convince them but still. Apparently, I look intimidating. My face is just naturally aggressive for some reason. It's like a curse really.

This was one of the reasons, I think, that my friendship group is only small. Very small, at least in school. while I had friends from middle school and even a couple from freshman year, I hadn’t made any recently in school.

According to my friends, it might have something to do with the dyed hair, sarcastic comments and, resting bitch face. I come from a very sarcastic family and you have to be witty to survive.

While I’m not exactly bullied words like ‘goth’ ‘emo’ and ‘freak’ seem to be used more when I walk in a room. While there isn’t anything wrong with being goth, I’m just sick of being called it. For a time, I just stopped wearing anything with black on it but after coming to school in a white and yellow outfit and still getting called goth I gave up.

So, I’m the grunge kid. The one your parents tell you to cross the street from and that your grandma reminds you how sweet you used to be. And I don’t give a fuck.

But I kinda do. Like while I don’t deal with the awkwardness of introductions and meeting new people it’s because people don’t talk to me. And I wanna talk! I want to make new friends and get out of my shell. Partly because I don’t want to be alone forever and partly because I don’t wanna die alone!

For a while now this school has felt…strange. It started with a dead body being found in the woods and for some reason, my stomach is still in knots. Not to mention the guy they suspected of the murder keeps randomly showing up at school and dragging Scott and Stiles away. While I’m not friends with either I can’t help but be a little worried for them.

As I walk out of school, I prepare for the walk home. Headphones, jacket zipped, and dead face. I might as well live up to expectations. Honesty I’m used to the silent walk home. I live just close enough that I can walk but far enough that it’s a pain in the ass. Occasionally I get lucky and get a ride home, but it’s been a while.

I pass by a car far too nice to be in our parking lot and the man in the car sends chills down my spine. Derek Hale. Why is he here and why does he creep me out? The black Camaro feels like a shadow over the school, a constant reminder that Beacon Hills isn’t that safe after all.

Unlike in a room com when our eyes locked, and I didn’t look away it was because I was scared. But I couldn’t show that. Never.

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  3rd pov

Derek’s eyes stayed on the unnamed girl as she walked away until he heard his car door open. “Who is she?” he asked as Scott slid into the front seat.

Stiles clambered into the back seat, making Derek internally wince at the mud on his shoes, “Who?” He said loudly as if he was in some TV show.

Derek rolled his eyes and looked at Scott, just hoping someone would be normal. “Um, I’m not sure. She’s from a different middle school. kinda keeps to herself,”

“Is this the scary chick from chemistry?” Stiles's head popped between the two front seats.

“Yup, What’s her name again?” Scott said, flinging his head back. “(Y/N)?”

“Yeah (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Really sarcastic, kinda scary, and would probably start a fight. Remind you of anyone?” Stiles looked at Derek.

Derek raised an eyebrow at the boy, “You’re scared of me?” Stiles mumbled something under his breath, “Put your belts on. I don’t need more problems,”

As Derek backed out his parking spot Scott piped up, “Why do you wanna know anyway?”

“Hm? Just wondered. Something about her doesn’t seem quite…right,”

“Like supernatural?” Stiles asked, popping his head through again. “Can’t you use your werewolf smell to tell?” Derek rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. In truth she didn’t have a smell, unlike Stiles where Derek could smell his emotions, she didn’t have anything. Or maybe he just couldn’t tell. Derek didn’t like not knowing.

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 (Y/N) pov

Another day, same old school stuff. My mum, who used to resent some of the clothes I’d wear, said nothing as I walked out in grey skinny jeans, Star Wars tee, and dark green shirt.

It was winter now and the walks home and to school were getting darker. Last night it felt like someone lingered around every corner, but I was alone. The walk to school was only made better as I knew the sun was rising.

My mum didn’t finish work till 5 but something was telling me I shouldn’t walk home tonight. Instead, I told her I was going to study support and would be finished around 5. Luckily, she offered to swing by after to pick me up meaning I wouldn’t be leaving school till about 5:15.

All the hope of my friends staying with me went out the window. One was sick, one had to leave early for a dentist appointment, and the last didn’t want to stay back that long because she had an online tournament that night. So, I was going to be alone.

Chemistry study support lasted from the end of school, 3:30, till 4:30. What I was going to do after, I don’t know. But alas I took the walk to chemistry after school and figured the school, at least, was safe.

Kinda.

While Mr. Harrison hatted everyone in his class equally, he was still required to do at least one after school study support class. No one ever went. I’d even emailed him the night before to make sure it was still on. He said it was though and even double-checked in chemistry first thing that I was still going, probably wanted to see if he could not go himself. He didn’t linger long though as after asking me Stiles station started smoking and he quickly went to yell at the boy.

both tragically and thankfully I walked to his class after the bell. As expected when I stepped in his class it was empty. Well apart from the man sat at his desk, moodily grading papers. He looked up as I entered, “You came,” his voice was as motioned as always.

“Yup,” I gave an awkward smile. Quickly I went to my sent, pulling out my chemistry stuff. I figured if I was going to be here I might as well study, “Sir can you how I went wrong on this question?”

The eye-roll he barely tried to hide spoke volumes. Alas, he did saunter over to my desk to brutally tell me where I had gone wrong. Just as he finished his spiel the door opened. “You’re late Stiles,” he said, not looking away from my paper.

“Sorry, Sir. Coach- “

“Sit down,” Mr. Harrison sauntered away from my desk over to his. He pulled out two poly pockets filled with sheets and handed Stiles and me a packet. “Study this. I need to go to the photocopier and if a single thing is out of place when I come back, I’ll know who did it,” his stormy gaze was met with two pairs of uncaring teenage eyes before he all but stormed out the class.

As I glanced over the papers, I realised I would rather wait in the parking lot. I couldn’t help chuckling a little before I packed up. Stiles shifted in his seat, “Where are you going?” he stuttered a little.

I looked up from my desk to see him looking at me, but he looked straight down. “Anywhere but here. I came for study support not to proofread a book,”

“You chose to be here?”

“Yeah,” I said with a fake preppy smile, “apparently I really do hate myself,” I walked to the front of the class. “Detention?” he nodded with an awkward smile before sulking in his chair, tapping his pencil. He had the same habit each time he got embarrassed in class which was too often. “What’d you do?”

“Scott put too much of the enzyme in and then there was smoke, but it was only a little. And I got the blame! Because apparently coach wouldn’t miss me at practice,”

“Well that’s bull,” I said. Stiles just kinda nodded and somehow sulked further. “How longs your detention?”

“Till 4 or something. I mean you’ve probably had worse but still,”

I had to try hold in a laugh as I moved to sit on the desk across from Stiles. “Nope.” I chuckled. His eyebrows scrunched and damn his eyes, “I’ve never had detention,”

“Really? I mean no offence but like I just assumed because well you know- “

My sigh cut him off, “I’m what? Scary? Yeah, I get it but I’m not actually a bad person,”

“I never meant that. It's just you are a bit…” he seemed to think, “Intimidating. Like you look important and as if you’ve got somewhere to be and I don’t want to get in your way,”

“The only place I want to be is home,” I said, “At home, alone, watching some geeky movie with popcorn. But alas, here I am,”

Stiles paused, even stopping from tapping his pencil, “Sweet, salted, or butter popcorn?”

I paused for dramatic effect, “microwave popcorn, from the corner shop, butter – but! With sweet popcorn topping from a shaker,”

He groaned, “That sounds amazing,”

“It is,”

We fell back into silence. “If you could movie marathon any series,” Stiles started “What one would you chose?”

“Star Wars. Easy,”

“Really?” he asked, his jaw seemingly hanging off.

“Yeah,” I grinned, moving my plaid shirt out of the way to show the death star on my tee. Though I had worn it so often the print had faded, “what did you expect?”

“Some horror film or something. I didn’t expect you to be- “

“A massive geek?” Stiles laughed and a bubble formed in my chest, “Same question. What movie series? And what snacks?”

Somehow this turned into a 20-minute convo on movies before Harrison came back. “You’re still here?” he asked. “You know what just go. I’ve got better things to do than babysit two teenagers,” he didn’t have to tell us twice and we bolted for the door before he could change his mind.

“I can’t believe I chose to go there,” I laughed as we walked through the corridor.

“I know,” Stiles laugh was becoming a favourite sound of mine, “I mean maybe it’s a good thing. Now I know you’re not scary. And someone who finally loves Star Wars,”

“If you ever want to geek out?” I said, opening my arms as he opened the door to the outside “I’m down to talk Star Wars,”

The parking lot was desolate apart from 3 cars; Stiles, Mr. Harrisons, and some other car in the back corner of the lot. Stiles nodded to the car “Is that yours?”

“I don’t have a car,” I said, my eyes stuck on the car for some reason. I didn’t want to look away.

Stiles brought me back to reality “How are you getting home?”

I forced my eyes away and back towards the boy in front of me, “Um my mum said she'd pick me up after work,”

“When is she coming?” he asked, checking the time on his phone.

“like…5:20?” I said.

His eyes went wide, “So you’re just gonna sit here for over an hour?” I shrugged. He glanced at the blue truck, “Do you want a lift?”

“Um, are you sure? I wouldn’t want to- “

“It's fine yeah. I mean unless you don’t want to then I get it but um… I don’t mind.”

Silence. The blush on his checks made mine flare-up. “Hum, that would be great. I’ll text my mum then,”

“Its no problem. Where about do you stay?” when I told him something seemed to dawn on him, “you only live like 5 minutes from me,”

“Yeah you pass me in your truck every morning,” I said as I clambered into the passenger seat. “Nice car,”

“Thanks,” a goofy smile stretched his face, proud of himself. I couldn’t help smiling a little.

While the conversation was awkward and clunky it was honestly better than I had had with my friends at lunch. As we were driving, I got the same feeling I got last night. I kept glancing in the wing mirror. “Are you okay?” Stiles asked.

“That car,” I said, “in the wing mirror,” I saw him glance at it in the rear-view mirror. His eyes went back to the road but jumped back to the car almost instantly, “Is that from school?”

“Maybe they're going the same way?” he said.

“Why didn’t we notice them leave though?”

Stiles's eyes went back to the road, “I’ve got an idea,” he said as he put on his indicator. One left turn, then a right, then a left. the car was still there, “It following us,”

“But- “

“One's an incident, twos a coincidence, threes a pattern,” he reached into his pocket and handed me his phone, “text Scott,”

“Why Scott? Isn’t your dad the sheriff?” Stiles said nothing. Glancing at him, then the car, then the phone. I opened the phone and went to contacts, “Do you want him on speaker?”

“Don’t call!” Stiles looked at me quickly before putting his eyes on the road, “You need to trust me on this one. Text him. Tell him I’m going to Derek’s and to meet me there,”

“Like Derek hale? The murder?”

Stiles glanced at me, “I may not like the guy but believe it or not he’s one of the good guys. Kind of. Just trust me. Please?”

I nodded and opened Scott’s contact as I saw the car follow us around another corner.

[aureumjeon]

Wonderland (M) || JJK || Oneshot

♡Pairing: Jungkook x Reader. ♡AU: Best friends to Lover AU. ♡Genre/Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF and Smut, Fingering, Oral (Both end receiving) ♡ Word count - 6K

You’ve known Jeongguk for at least 7 years now. And it took you forever to realize that you were truly, madly and deeply in love with your best friend. 

(A/N: Go listen to John Mayer’s “Wonderland.”  I hope you enjoy this cliched and not so uncommon fic. hehehe I'm sorry if the reader's an insecure mess. I added a few of my personal insecurities so that I can make the story on a more personal and emotional level.)

"What else do we need?" You stated as you pulled the bowl of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave. It was about 3:48 in the afternoon and while you were waiting for Jeongguk, your best friend of 7 years to arrive, you decided to get everything ready for your movie marathon that's held every Friday. You made a mental note of everything you guys might need "Chips? Check. Popcorn? Check. Soda? Check." You arranged all the mentioned items neatly on the surface of the living room table.  

"I already ordered pizza which will probably arrive in about a 1 hour. So..." You turned around, now face to face with your long-time enemy, the sofa. "You got this, Y/N." You unhinged the lock at both sides of the furniture and gripped its underside tightly followed by a strong pull "Ahhhh-" You heard the clicking sound that indicated the release of the lock mechanism allowing you to pull it upward then lay it flat. "Not today, sofa." You chuckled and made your way to your room to get your newly washed fluffy cream blanket and matching pillows to go with it.

It was a gift from Jeongguk last Christmas and you found yourselves using it every Friday or whenever Jeongguk decided to sleep over. With much delight and excitement, you delicately made your not-so-appealing 4-year old sofa bed that you promised yourself at least 10 times now that you'd get it replaced once your paycheck arrives, a little bit more comfortable to look at. The two pillows side by side against the backrest and the fluffy blanket perfectly draped over the rest of its structure.  

"Y/N!" a voice called out accompanied by the sound of loud knocking filled your small apartment "Sheesh. I'm here!" You shouted while sprinting towards the door unlocking it as fast as you can to avoid disrupting your neighbors. The door sprung open and you were met with an excited Jeongguk. He pulled you into a warm hug and the smell of his body wash immediately invades your nostrils as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Not that you hated it, in fact, you loved how he always smelt like peppermint and cinnamon. Having his arms around you and being completely immersed in his scent gave you a weird feeling, not the bad kind though. You never managed to figure out why it happens, so you just shrugged it off every time thinking to yourself that it was no big deal.

Finally, he released you from the hug and said: "Missed you so bad." And a soft smile made its way on his lips. "I missed you, too." You replied cheeks tinted pink. "What should we watch?" You added while fiddling with the strings of his black puma hoodie. "Whatever you want." He grinned "It's your turn to choose the movie, ya know."

You walked over to the sofa and belly flopped yourself onto the squeaky mattress. Jeongguk noticed that your silk camisole rose a tad bit, exposing the small curve of your back. His eyes widened at the sight of your skin and couldn't help but bite his lower lip. "What are you waiting for?" You stated while patting the empty side of the sofa, gesturing him to come and sit next to you. Your words seemed to knock him back to his senses. "Ah--" there was a pause "Yeah.." His words were faint as he cautiously made his way over to your direction.

"Horror, romance or comedy?" You asked while the remote was in your hand, browsing through the list of movies on Netflix. "Any." He replied, leaning his body against the backrest and making himself comfortable. "This one!" You cheerfully exclaimed, eyes fixed on the TV screen which was frozen to a chick-flick titled  "To All The Boys I've Loved Before.". Jeongguk couldn't help but smile seeing this side of yours. "Jimin watched this one with his girlfriend the other day and told me that it was a solid 9/10."  You looked at him with serious eyes and added  "And Jimin hates romance films." voice low and over-dramatic. Jeongguk bit his bottom lip hard, cheeks puffing out trying to suppress the laughter climbing out of his chest. It was useless though, within a matter of seconds he was uncontrollably wheezing from the lack of air. 

There it is, you thought to yourself. A smile crept its way onto your lips. There was a lot of things you like about your best friend; his angelic voice and the way he sings to you every time you go to karaoke; the not-so-funny jokes and puns he makes which he insisted were his, only to find out he got them from his senior, Jin; the funny faces he would make to cheer you up whenever you were down; but among all the things you like about Jeongguk, the way he laughed was your favorite.

The way his eyes disappear into crescent-shaped lines, completely wrinkled at the end. OH. The way his big cute nose would scrunch up in the middle of his face. MY. His The way his two front teeth, resembling those of a bunny, would become more obvious as the smile on his face widens. GOD. That's it. A light switch in your head was turned on. That was all you needed to confirm the feeling boiling inside you whenever you were with him. You couldn't believe that it took you so long to figure it out, after all the things that had been going through your head, only now you realize that you were truly, madly and stupidly in love with your best friend.

It felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs, your blood started to rush to your face. You can feel your cheeks starting to burn under your skin. "Y/N, are you okay?" Jeongguk asked voice laced with concern. You blinked twice looking all confused. "Are you sick?" He looked more flustered with the way you responded to his question and immediately moved a hand on your forehead. "You don't have a fever." He sighed in relief. "My head hurts a bit." You chuckled awkwardly hoping he wouldn't see right through you. "Wasn't able to sleep last night." A tired smile appeared your face.

To your surprise, Jeongguk stood up and carried you in his arms bridal style. "Wait! What are you doing, Gguk?" You shrieked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping not to fall. "Movie's cancelled." He stated, making his way to your bedroom. He gently kicked the door open and entered your room. The moment his knees hit the side of your bed, Jeongguk carefully put you down on the soft mattress. With no hesitation whatsoever, he hovered himself over you, face dangerously close to yours and laid down on the other side of the bed. You tried to hide the fact that you were freaking out, on the inside at least "What about the movie?" You whined arms crossed and faced your back towards him.

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at your child like attitude. "Meh" Jeongguk replied, his hands tracing over the curve of your hips. His movements sent shivers down your spine and core. You closed your eyes and held your breath, wishing for whatever he was doing to end. It didn't. It only got worse. His hand was now on your stomach, caressing it. Your eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets when he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you closer to him. Your back was now pressed against his chest, butt merely inches away from his manhood and you pray to God that he doesn't feel your heart rapidly beating inside your rib cage. "I like this better anyway." He added, warm breath dancing behind your ear as he drowned himself with the scent of your shampoo, burying his face in your soft locks.

"Y/N..." He hummed. "W-- What?" Your words were broken, voice slightly agitated. "I love the way you smell.." He pulled you closer again, this time you were glued to each other. Your clothes were the only thing separating you from touching skin to skin. And with that, your breath hitched a new height and your mouth went dry. This wasn't new to you and surely this wasn't the first time you were in the same bed with your best friend.

In fact, you've done it plenty of times. Too many to count, frankly speaking. Sleepovers, parties and even family vacations, you two were inseparable, always wanting to be together every chance you had since both of you were 11 years old. Knowing your true feelings for Jeongguk now, made it more complicated. Before it was just about having fun and enjoying the company of a friend but now there were more hidden intentions behind every moment to come. 

"Jeongguk..." You wiggled your body, trying to loosen his hug, sucks for you he only tightens it more after your attempt of breaking free. "Heyyy...." He giggled  "Stop squirming, Y/N... You're not a worm." He joked. You sighed loud enough so that he can here. "What's wrong? I thought you were tired." He purred. "I am.. But..."  You paused, trying to come up with an answer. "But what?" Jeongguk asked, his right hand now wedged between your thighs. Fuck, you screamed in your thoughts. The feeling of his hands on your skin was electrifying. Shock waves were coursing through your veins, sending signals to your core. The way your underwear was sticking to your folds was extremely troubling. There's no way in hell that you would reach down your shorts and fix your underwear while Jeongguk was beside you.

You were fucking embarrassed at the way he got your panties soaked without even doing anything sexual. "I need to... to go the bathroom.." You insisted but Jeongguk was too stubborn to let go of you. "No." he hissed, squeezing your thigh. "Stop it...."  you pouted. The more he touched you, the more aroused you get. "You're making me feel uncomfortable..." You finally managed to spit it out. Jeongguk was actually shocked with your words, it felt like betrayal coming from you. He abruptly broke off from the hug. "What?" He questioned, holding himself up with one arm. You can feel his presence linger over you. You made sure that you will not turn around because you fucking bet that your face was red as hell and you didn't want Jeongguk to see you in this kind of state. 

"Y/N.." Jeongguk called out, voice cracked and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You wanted to turn to him, to look at him, to comfort him but you yourself weren't in the best state to do so. "Did I do something wrong?" He added. "No.. You did nothing wrong, Gguk." You lightly chuckled, trying to lift up the mood. "It's all me." You assured him. "You don’t have to worry about a thing. I'm sorry if I ruined the mood but today isn't really a good day. You can go home if you want. I can take care of myself." You concluded as you felt a lump in your throat when you spoke those words to him. Jeongguk's face was dazed. He thought of all the time you were together, trying to figure out what went wrong. He nit-picked every puzzle piece but none of them seemed to fit. Everything was perfect. Your relationship was perfect. You barely had fights, you almost agreed on everything besides the "does pineapple go with pizza" kind of shit, but other than that there was nothing he could come up with that would cause this sudden fall out between the two of you. He was utterly silent, he couldn't think of something to say. What if the words he says next would make things worst? What if he's hard hardheadedness makes you more upset with him? He didn't want to risk anything. He didn't want to risk losing you.

 "Okay.." He mumbled under his breath. "I'll guess I'll go. Sorry." He slowly stood up from the bed, smoothing the creases of his hoodie. "See you." was the last thing he said before exiting your room. The moment he stepped out of your room was the moment a wave of guilt crashed over you. Jeongguk didn't deserve to be treated this way. He doesn't deserve to be stood up like this just because you couldn't come clean with your feelings. A good friend was all that he has been to you. No, Actually he was the Best. He has been always by your side, from your first heartbreak to celebrating your first job, Jeongguk was there. No matter how busy he was, heck, even when he was in a relationship, he would always make time for you. And you were sure that you'd the same for him. And acting like a fucking brat is the exact opposite. 

 You crawled out of your bed as fast as you can, hoping the boy was still on the premises of the apartment. Quickly, you walked out of your room just in time to call out to him before he leaves through the door. "Ggukie." Was the nickname you gave him when you first met. He wasn't fond of it when other people call him that but when it's you, he surely doesn't mind. You took small steps towards him with your head faced down. Jeongguk literally looked like a deer caught in the headlights with the way his eyes were filled with shock, mouth slightly agape. "I thought you wanted me to leave.. " He sounded so sad and disappointed. You never thought that you, of all people, would ever make Jeongguk feel this way. Seeing him like this felt like a knife stabbed you through the heart. "I need to tell you something." You stated while pulling his hand, guiding him back to your room. He did not complain or contradicted, he simply obeyed and follow you. Once you were bad in the room you shut the door and said: "Sit down." 

He was still shaken up with the whole ordeal and remained quiet. You sat beside him and pick up his hand, pulling it closer to you and locked your fingers together with his. Jeongguk was mute the entire time, you knew he was like this. Whenever you had something to share or something to rant about, he would not speak or interfere. He would only listen. You didn't know why but he has always been that way. Because for him, seeing the way you light up when you tell him about the little things that happened to you that made you happy, made him happy too. And the way you'd pour your heart out whenever you were broken made him want to give you a piece of himself so you could put yourself back together again. But you didn't know because Jeongguk himself was quite hesitant to say anything, he didn't want to ruin the relationship he had with you with his own selfishness.

"Jeongguk.." You paused "I've known you since forever and I just...." Tears were forming in your eyes, your vision became blurry. The feeling of Jeongguk's hands holding yours tightly gave you comfort and strength to push through. "Just don't want to lose you.." Beads of water fell from your eyes and landed onto Jeongguk's hand. He wanted to say something but held himself back because he wanted to hear what you wanted to say first. "Promise me, whatever I say today won't change the way were are now." Your voice was barely there and he simply nodded in response. "I think I love you, Jeongguk. I know I shouldn't---" Your words were stopped by the boys figure pulling you into the tightest hug. "Huh????" You were bewildered by his sudden response. "Jeongguk?" You said, lightly tapping his shoulder. "I love you too, Y/N."

Your eyes shot open at his words. "What?" You question him again. He pulled away from the hug just enough to see your tear-stained face. Both of his hands made its way to your cheeks, wiping away any more wetness it could find. "I said,  I love you TOO." Your brain couldn't process anything right now. If there were flies in your room right now,  they would have surely made a home in your mouth that's hanging wide. "You love me too?" You asked, still not believing his words. He just shook his head with a shit eating grin on his face. "How many times do you want me to say it?" He chuckled as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. "I love you, a lot." He hummed. "For the longest time, too." He smiled from ear to ear. You were flabbergasted with the revelation unfolding before your eyes. "Hmmmm. Really?" You were skeptical "What happened to the girl you were dating a while back?" Your words were doubtful. "Didn't work out." He shrugged his shoulders "None of them did." He let himself get lost in your warmth again as he placed his head on your shoulder and continued "When I realized my feelings for you, I held myself back as best as I could cause I knew that this was a one-sided love kinda thing." A soft smile surfaced from his lips "I tried to date other girls but it didn't work out because they weren't you. I can't believe a day like this would come." He faced you, eyes glittering from euphoria. 

There was no more word said after that, only the sound of your lips crashing onto one another. The sound of hungry, needy and desperate kisses echoed in your room. Dominating you were Jeongguk’s wet and sloppy kisses filled with the intent to devour you whole. "You don’t know how much I wanted to kiss you." He moaned through your lips and with that, you replied a whine urging him to continue. His soft and plumped lips tasted like candy, insanely sweet. The flavor was completely whimsical, something you haven’t tasted before. Every contact leaves you wanting more. You've had your fair share of kisses before but this, this was the first that you felt completely drowned in the sensation of kissing itself. None of the boys you kissed before Jeongguk made you feel this way. You thought it couldn't get better than this but boy, you were completely wrong. 

 Another inexplicable feeling knocked you out again. The way his tongue danced with yours was truly spectacular, every move it made somehow synchronized with yours. As the saying goes, it really does take two to tango. You sucked at his wet muscle every time it went past your teeth. You couldn't help yourself but sank your teeth into it. Luckily, Jeongguk did not mind you biting his tongue, oddly enough it felt like bubble gum. The kissing continued for at least a few more minutes before Jeongguk finally snapped. In his thoughts, kissing wasn't enough. He needed to taste you; he needed to feel your body against his; he needed to be inside you. 

He pushed you further until your back hit the headboard. He licked a stripe over the line of your jaw, first peppering your neck with light kisses then sucking harshly at your flesh, to which purple marks bloomed immediately. Jeongguk stared at the bruise proudly and said: "It's only right to mark my territory." You simple laughed and swatted his arm. He chuckled and playfully said, "Better than peeing on you." Stunned by his words you jokingly flicked his forehead and stated: "Way to ruin the mood!". He rubbed the area of his forehead and insisted "I mean, it's not my thing but if that's what you're into maybe----" You stopped him just in time before he could say any more disgusting stuff and dragged him back to your neck. His lips automatically did what they were meant to do. 

He nipped at your collarbone with his teeth, forcing you to bit down on your lower lip. Occasionally adding a few licks here and there. He held onto the hem of your camisole and pushed it upward, only to be stopped by you. "Wait.." You shyly stated. "What's wrong, baby?" He questioned your actions. "It just that... Most of your past girlfriends were well-endowed and..." you gestured over to your small physique emphasizing on your minuscule breast "I'm a sold 4/10, heh." His smile turned into a frown after hearing what you just said. He held both of your hands, cradled it with his and said "Baby. I don't want you comparing yourself to anyone." His voice soft and assuring. "Especially my exes." He combed his fingers through your hair and went on saying "It was just pure coincidence that a few of them were well-endowed. I swear I don’t really have a preference when it comes to dating. And, none of them worked out. Wanna know why?" He paused, waiting for some kind of response from you "I guess I never truly loved them the way I love you. Maybe I was only looking for someone to help me get over you." He smiled. "What you are today, what you are tomorrow and what you will be in 10 years.. I love and will love all of it. Y/N, I love you." Jeongguk kissed your knuckles one by one. "No more comparing okay? You're the only one I want and the only one for me." 

He gripped your top again, successfully taking it off you. He marveled at the sight of your bare body. Eyes taking in every bit of detail, savoring the glorious moment. His line of sight flickered up and down. "I'll make you feel good with my hands. Trust me, okay?". You simply nodded. His hands gently caressed your face before moving down to your chest. His hand ghosted above your hardened nubs, when you felt his touch merge together with your skin, you quickly melted like putty in his grasp. His touch was warm and endearing, the one that can lull you to sleep if he wanted too. 

Your anxiety flew out the window the moment he touched you. You weren't scared or intimidated anymore. You felt safe; you felt secured under his ministration. You breath heaved high and low as his lips kissed your erect nipples. With one hand, he kneaded one breast it slowly while he sucked on the other. You felt like you were floating in the air, wind brushing against your body. He wanted you to feel confident about your body so he made sure that you were well taken care of. Not just physically, mentally too.

You hands magically found itself tangled with his soft black locks, coaxing him to indulge more. He pulled away and placed both of his hands back on you mounds, drawing tiny circles around the areola, making you giggle. He took the nubs and played with it with his thumb and index finger. You tried your best not to make any noise and it was written all over your face. "No need to hold it in, baby. Let me hear you moan. I bet you sound so good when you say my name." He encouraged you well enough for you to release a sweet moan from your lips. The sound of your vulnerable voice made all the blood in his body rush to his member, now visibly erect underneath his sweatpants. "Jeongguk-ah~" You hummed with your eyes shut, enjoying the way he uses his hands. Every touch was filled with magic, spell after spell, drawing you deeper and deeper into an enchanted trans-like state.

He hummed back while his hands slid down to the hem of your silk shorts. As much as he loved seeing you wear these matching camisole top and short shorts that always turned him on, he would love it more if it were on the floor. He took his time sliding the clothing at each end making sure to engrave this very moment in the confinement of his brain and label it as the greatest moment of his entire existence. When the piece of clothing inched closer to your feet, you jammed your thighs together. "Hmmmm." Jeongguk whirred, cocking an eyebrow at you while throwing the silk shorts on the ground. Your juice soaked panties were the only thing on you right now. 

He massaged both of your thighs with his manly hands. You hadn't noticed it before, but Jeongguk hands were really pretty. His fingers were long and slender, knuckles had a slight pink undertone to it partnered with nails that were shaped beautifully. His hand running up and down your flesh made you shiver and caused goosebumps to emerge from your skin. "Jeongguk.." You moaned out his name, and he swore that it was the sexiest thing he has ever heard. "Baby, open up." He cooed "Don't be shy. Show me how wet you are for me." He purred and you obeyed. 

You carefully opened your legs together, looking at Jeongguk’s reaction. The moment you had your legs spread wide open for Jeongguk to see, he hissed out a faint "Fuck.." and ran a finger up the soaked area of the cloth. "You're drenched. Is this all for me?" He asked. You nodded as your cheeks were hued a light red. It made Jeongguk's insides twist and turn at the image of you totally soaked from the arousal he caused. His chest swelled up with confidence, ego boosted up a few steps higher. A spark ignited a flame in his stomach and before you knew it, he had already ripped off the last piece of clothing on you and helped himself. He was now lapping up your juices with his tongue. 

Squelching wet sound filled the air each time his mouth met with your core. He kissed your left fold then the other, making sure he was giving each fold the same amount of attention it needed. Your clitoris was caught between his teeth, you let out a gasp at the action. He sucked on it like there was no tomorrow and caused you to throw your head back in pleasure. "Aaaahhhhhhh---" you cried out in complete ecstasy.  

Your legs were uncontrollably shaking, breaths heavy, feeble moans that were smooth like syrup dribbled pass your lips. Just by looking at the mess you are now, Jeongguk knew that you were already at your limit and that you'd be screaming his name while seeing stars. He inserted two curled fingers in your center, pumping it at a slow pace. Jeongguk was trying to locate your sweet spot by twirling his index and middle finger inside you, and at the same time he was stretching you out so you can fully take in his hard cock. Your velvet walls were clenching around him when he finally found your G-spot. "Right... there...." You voiced out, desperate to find release. He positioned himself on top of you, fingers still inserted, and left a chaste kiss on your forehead. His speed quickens, the lewd sound got louder. You heard ringing inside your ears and pressed your hands on his chest. Grabbing a fistful of his hoodie, you were pulling at it while the exhilarating sensation traveled from your head to your toes, and back again. "Come for me, baby." He whispered lips near your ear. "I-- 'm.." You mewled. Your walls clenched even tighter around his fingers and after what felt like forever, you managed to cum. Jeongguk was sure to keep his digits inside you until you rode down from you high. Your juices seeped out from the sides of your opening and dripped down onto the bed. He pulled out his fingers out which was coated in slick, glistening, viscous liquid. 

He put his digits in his mouth and licked your juices clean off. "You taste so good, baby." He then proceeded to remove his hoodie from his body which revealed his masculine and toned frame. You simple gawked at the sight of him bare, mouthwatering. His 6-pack was a work of art, well defined and breathtaking. "You like what you see?" He snickered, with a dirty smirk on his face. "This ain't even the main spectacle." "Are you ready to see all of me, Y/N?" Jeongguk slid both of his thumbs under the garter of his sweatpants and dragged it down at a tortuously sluggish pace. Beads of sweat formed at your temples in anticipation. "Oh my." You gasped while his hard member sprang free, slightly tapping his abdomen. You kinda knew Jeongguk was big, but not this big. You stood there utterly amazed at how hard and big he was. The tip was red and swollen, spilling out droplets of precum. His shaft was thick, as thick as your wrist even, angry with its veins popping out. You looked at Jeongguk with honest eyes, eyes filled with desire. He knew exactly what you wanted.

 "Go." He said, pulling you upright. You reached out to touch his throbbing member. He instantly jerked when he felt himself in the palm of your hands. It was warm, thick and hard, and you can't wait to feel it inside you. But before any of that, you wanted to make Jeongguk feel good, just like the way he made you feel a while ago. You started pumping his shaft at a slow and steady rate, warming it between your fingers and palm. A low moan escaped from his lips. Your movements caused him to tilt his head back in satisfaction. Seeing Jeongguk come undone before you, by you more so, urged you to take in his member whole. A guttural moan came from Jeongguk as he felt his cock buried deep inside your mouth. "Damn, baby " He panted, looking like a complete mess.

 You swirl your tongue inside your mouth, brushing it against him. You hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing your head up and down, pushing even deeper after every stroke until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat. You felt yourself gag at his length and eyes sting when tears started to fill it. Jeongguk was totally out of his mind from the immense pleasure you were providing him. "You frustrate me so much, do you know that, Y/N?" He grabbed your hair and formed it into a makeshift ponytail, encouraging you to move faster. You placed both hands on either side of his hips, gaining more leverage to increase your speed. Wanton moans were quick to leave Jeongguk's mouth as you sped up your movements. The thought of him spilling his seeds in your mouth was tempting, but he only had one vision in mind. And that was to fuck you balls deep onto the mattress while you scream his name.

 "Y/N.." He whined, rubbing your face. He looked at you with hooded eyes. "I wanna.. " His was out of breath and looked so sexy with his hair stuck to his forehead. "I-- I wanna come inside you... " You simply nodded and turned around, positioning yourself on all fours, displaying your cunt and all of its wet glory. The coldness of the sea of blankets beneath you relaxed your body. Jeongguk can see your reflection from the mirror beside your dresser, there was something about the way your hair falls in your face that gets him all riled up. He grits his teeth while palming himself "I can't, you look so good that it fucking hurts." Jeongguk reached his boiling point and growled at you. He hastily positioned his dick directly in front of your dripping core. He swiped his dick along your slit, lubricating it with your juices so it can easily slip in and provide a more smooth transition.

 "You good?" He asked, pushing the head of his cock a few centimeters in. "Y-yeah." You hummed with a small nod. "Uhhh--" left your lips as you felt him stretch you out deliciously. "God, you're so tight, Y/N.." He mewled while your walls hugged his member. "Did you ever get this tight for someone else?" He huffed through his nostril. The feeling of him finally inside you was unreal. The way his cock filled your insides wholly made your senses go haywire. "N-no."With your entire body drowning in bliss, giving a one-word reply was hard enough as it is. "Ggukie.." You pleaded, voice weak. "Fuck me..." you whimpered. "What did you say?" Jeongguk teased while casually moving his hips to and fro. "I can't hear you, Y/N. You need to sp---" You cut his word short "Fuck me! Fuck me hard until I can't feel my legs!" You exclaimed. He slapped your ass cheek with his hand which caused you to jolt. "That's what I'm talking about." He stated while rubbing the area he hit. His maneuvered his body just right so he can place his other hand around your chest, keeping you upright. Because he knows that after he's done with you, you won't be able to feel your arms and legs.

 He kissed the back of your neck and said "You're mine, Y/N... All mine." With no warning, he drilled your pussy hard and deep. Every move was precise and calculated. His member slipped in and out of you with ease, thanks to enough foreplay. Without it you'd be crying in pain instead of pleasure because of his size. Jeongguk was without a doubt the biggest you've encountered. Maybe that was the reason nobody has ever filled you the way Jeongguk did. He held onto your hips and threw another explosive thrust your way. "Jeongguk!" You cried out, chanting his name religiously as he continued at the same pace. You're nailing were digging into the white sheets of your bed as he continued fucking the life out of you. You can feel him hitting you in all the right places. Your body felt surges of electricity every time his cock pushed further in you, digging deeper into you. His grip on you never loosened, he made it sure that you were in his arm all the while he was making love to you. Because for him, just fucking isn't enough, for you at least. Sex wasn't just lips against lips or body against body. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to make you feel a certain way that nobody has ever made you feel. He didn't just want to touch you, he wanted to touch you.

 He pulled out of you for a second which caused you to whine at the feeling of emptiness. He flipped you on your back and pushed your hair out of your face. "I wanna see your face when you cum on my dick." His voice was deep and sultry. You bit your lip while in a state of complete awe, admiring a sweaty Jeongguk towering above you. He placed a hand over your pelvis and rubbed your clit with his thumb. His ministrations made you curl your toes and moan out his name. With his knees, he pushed your legs further apart, readying himself to enter you again. "Jeongguk...." You pleaded. "I want to cum..." And so did he. He then penetrated you once again, the feeling of him filling you was one you'd never forget. Now, the accuracy of his movements seemed to falter by the second. Every thrust becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. You can feel yourself nearing the end, your body was convulsing, sweat dripping out of every pore on your skin and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Y/N... I'm close.." Jeongguk exhaled. He leaned closer to you, body just inches away. He intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed the tip of your nose. "I love you.."

 There it was, your release. You exhaled deeply as your walls wrapped around his length, juices dripping out of the corner of your core.  He managed to do a few more strokes before following your lead. You can feel his cock spilling out his seeds inside you, It made you feel warm. His hips slowly grinding both of your highs out. "That was amazing.." He hummed in satisfaction, still catching his breath. He rolled over, now laying next to you. His eyes met yours, gaze filled with happiness. "Your all mine, right?" He asked. "Yeah." You replied with the softest smile written on your face. 

END

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I will proofread and edit tomorrow. Thank u. 

[yourescapetofiction]

The Tides Have Turned-Part 17

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Seventeen

Y/n’s POV

We pulled up to the beach house, individually filing out of the bus. I pushed the front doors open, so glad to be home. I was exhausted by now, and had a headache from all the yelling. The red wine didn’t help either.

“Damn, you were stone cold back there” Dillon said patting me on the back.

“Thanks I guess?” I giggle.

“Shit, baby girl you dragged her ass!” Gilinsky called out with a laugh. He threw himself down on the couch and adjusted his snapback.

“I just can’t believe how rude Jessica was back there” Johnson said plopping on the couch beside G. He was always trying to see the good in other people, so I knew it really confounded him when people were so insulting.

“Sometimes there’s no explaining other people’s actions” Sammy said in a huff.

“All I know is there’s no way I couldn’t have stuck up for the squad” I said nestling in between Johnson and Gilinsky. They each put an arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

“Thanks for that baby” G said kissing the top of my head.

“No thanks necessary, you know you guys are family” I say crossing my arms.

“You’re so cute” Sam chuckled before squeezing my knee.

“Hey, you guys heard from Skate?” Swazz said standing on the stairs. He had his phone in his hand, and had a serious expression.

“No, why?” J asked, turning in his seat.

“I tried calling him over and over, but he’s not answering” he said before looking at his phone again.

“I’m sure he’s fine” I roll my eyes before returning to our previous conversation.

“I think fine isn’t the word for this situation” Johnson.

“Oh come on J, you know Nate. He’s probably out smoking to get his mind off of shit. Or fucking Jessica” I said flinching at the thought. I didn’t really want to accept that as the truth.

“I don’t think you realize how bad he’s hurting right now” he said sitting cross-legged on the couch. This caught me off guard, did he see the same Nate I was seeing?

“Yeah, I haven’t ever really seen Nate like this” Gilinsky said rubbing the back of his neck.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused.

“He’s been fucking with drugs y/n” J said looking directly at me. “And if you weren’t so far up Sam’s ass all the time you would have noticed him spiraling out of control” he said honestly.

I glanced at Sam who had an equally guilty look on his face. He widened his eyes at me in disbelief. I guess I was spending a lot of time with Sammy lately, but that was because Nate was shutting me out of his life. I never said that he and I couldn’t be friends, he was the one that cut me out.

“We all tried to take turns to talk to him about it, convince him to lay off of that junk” G said. “He wasn’t having it, he would become hostile and we couldn’t afford to have him go on a bender.”

I rubbed my face, soaking in their words. Fuck Nate. I’m mad at him, but I still fucking care.

“How did this even happen? He was never like this before her” I say referring to Jessica.

“You know how Nate is, when he loves, he loves hard” Sam said quietly.

“You guys remember that summer before he got with her? How it was just the five of us against the world?” J asked aloud. I smiled to myself at the memory of us a few years ago.

“How could I forget?”

2 years ago…

“We’re gonna need more popcorn baby girl!” Sam hollered from the living room.

“Coming up!” I yell back, chuckling to myself. It was our weekly movie night, which we held every Friday without fail. The guys would come over after school and we would make popcorn, build a sea of blankets on my living room floor, and watch movies until the wee hours of the morning. It was my favorite thing to do, and it strengthened our friendship greatly.

I put the popcorn bag into the microwave and set the timer for three minutes. I sat and waited, as I watched the bag spin around and around, the room beginning to smell like butter.

“Hey do you have any more Gatorade?” G asked, sauntering into my kitchen.

“Yeah check the bottom of the fridge” I say.

“You always have the goods, babe” he smirks giving my ass a little smack. I playfully flip him off before returning to the popcorn which was now done. I grabbed the bag and ran back into the living room, I practically threw it at Nate, who caught it on his chest.

“Oww, oww, oww” I yell from the burns.

“Problem?” Sam asked laughing at my reaction.

“No. Thanks for your help” I glare at him, which only made him laugh harder.

“So you fling a thousand degree bag of popcorn at me?!” Nate asked accusingly.

“Hush, just eat it” I say wiggling in between Nate and Sammy.

“So, what are we watching tonight?” I ask looking around at the boys. A smirk formed on all of their faces as they glanced around at one another. Oh god, this isn’t gonna be good.

“Brace yourself baby,” Sam said in a spooky voice.

“We’re watching Insidious” Nate finished. I let out a groan.

“Are you kidding me?” I shriek. “You guys always do this, I’m beginning to think it’s a part of your master plan to fuck with my mind” I say getting under the blankets.

“You got us pegged” J said grabbing his chest and laughing.

“Just play the movie before I change my mind” I say already hiding my eyes.

About halfway through the movie we were all getting bored, it was nowhere near as scary as we had anticipated.

“Let’s do something else” Sam whined propping himself up on one elbow.

“Like what?” I roll over to face him.

“Truth or dare” he said wiggling his eyebrows at me. The other boys groaned, but I thought it could be fun. I sat up quickly and we all formed a circle.

“Alright Samuel, since this was your idea you have to go first” I say. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare” he said with a grin.

“I dare you to streak through my neighborhood” I say. Nate bust out laughing, as Johnson just stared at him in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding” Sam said.

“Nope. You asked for it, you gotta own up to it” I smile wickedly.

“I’ll get you back for this one” he said before peeling his shirt off over his head. He ran outside, luckily it was dimly lit by the street lights, and began running down the neighborhood. G filmed it, and I don’t think we’ve ever laughed this hard in our lives.

“Here Wilkinson, you’re gonna need these before you come back up!” I shout throwing his boxers down at him. He covered himself and came back in, shivering from the night air.

“I hate you” he said. I covered him in blankets to warm him up.

“You love me” I smile, and he just nudged me.

“Alright, who’s next?” J asked. Now they were interested in playing.

“Y/n” Sam said without hesitation.

“Okay. Truth or dare?” Johnson asked.

“Truth.”

“Are you crushing on someone?” he asked.

“Oh come on! You’re giving her an easy one!” Sam yelled, exasperated. J held up his hand to shut him up, about to extract information. Nate looked around the group uneasy as I braced myself to speak.

“Uhm, yes, I-I am” I spit out. G clapped his hands together and laughed.

“No way! Who?!” he asked leaning closer.

“I’m not telling!” I defend myself.

“Oh come on, it’s us” he whined. I just pushed him back, he was not getting this information out of me. I caught Johnson giving Nate a slight glance before we turned back. The game dissolved and became into one of our all night conversations.

“Who are you taking to prom?” Sam asked the Jacks.

“I don’t know man, I’m thinking of asking this girl but I don’t know if I’m really feeling it” Johnson shrugged.

“Yeah, well at least you’re not stuck taking your mom’s friend’s daughter” Sam scoffed.

“Poor Sammy” I giggle.

“What about you, babe? You going?” Sam asked, before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Yeah, I guess so. Depends on if I get asked I guess” I shrug reaching for the bowl.

Later that evening…

“Well I guess we better be getting back before our parents think we died” J laughed gathering his things. The others followed suit and I stood to walk them to the door. I hugged them each individually, telling them that I would talk to them later.

Before they left, they paused in the foyer.

“Hey, can I, uh, ask you something?” Nate said,

“Y/n-” G asked at the same time. I looked between the two boys and they chuckled at their timing. Nate rubbed the back of his neck.

“You go first man” he said to G. Gilinsky just broke into his million dollar smile shifting his dark eyes towards me.

“Hey babe, wanna go to prom with me?” he asked leaning on the door frame, all of his charm poured into one sentence. I felt put on the spot as the boys looked around awaiting my answer. Nate’s head snapped up at G’s question, and I could see disappointment flicker in his eyes.

“Oh, uhm, sure G” I stutter, caught off guard. I was secretly hoping that Nate would have asked me, but a girl’s gotta take what she can get.

“Great! See you later babe” G said kissing my cheek. I gave them a meek smile and a wave. I just shot Nate a look of sincere sorrow.

PRESENT TIME

“You remember what happened after that night right?” Johnson asked, pulling me out of the hazy memory.

“I guess, we went to prom right?” I ask. Gilinsky had his hand on his face, deep in thought.

“Yeah. You with Gilinsky, and Nate with Jessica” he said, speaking as though everything made sense now.

It dawned on me that Nate got involved with Jessica right after I committed to G for the prom. I don’t remember thinking much of it at the time, he seemed happy.

“That’s when she single-handedly destroyed him” Sam spoke up. We shifted our focus to where Sam was sitting on the loveseat. He continued to speak.

“She cheated on him repeatedly, even after he told her he loved her, which at the time he thought he did. It was hard to see my best friend ripped to shreds like that. It killed him that she ran to other guys” he spoke slowly, the memories flooding back.

“She even came back one night, declaring that he got her pregnant. God Nate was such a mess that night, calling me up freaking out. He ultimately decided to step up and do the right thing, and you know what happened? She was knocked up by another dude. Nate still had the dignity to step up and support her” Sam said becoming angry.

“As soon as the baby’s father came back into the picture, she dropped Nate like he wasn’t shit” Gilinsky added.

“Nate was fucked up for weeks after that” Johnson recalled. “Took a while for the dude to get back to normal.”

“Why didn’t anybody tell me this?” I spoke quietly.

“He didn’t want to affect you with that. He did his best to hide it from you, didn’t want anybody feeling sorry for him” Sam said shrugging his shoulders.

Everything was becoming clearer now. Things could have been much different, had that night at my house had a different outcome and I went with Nate and not G. Jessica wouldn’t have entered his life and fucked him up so badly. My heart ached for him, and all previous petty anger I had towards him started to melt away. All I wanted now was to take care of him.

“Guys, he’s not picking up his phone, I’m starting to get really worried” Swazz came bounding down the stairs, shaking us out of our heavy conversation.

“Wh-what?” I cry out.

“Shit, we gotta find him” Johnson said jumping up from his spot on the couch.

Everything was happening in a blur, the guys whizzing around me and out to the cars. I followed, in a complete daze.

“Where are you Nate” I whisper.

[corystssides]

Freshman College Tips

Cuz it’s august and some of you are freshies.

-How many clothes you pack depends on whether laundry is free. If yes, you just need one week of clothes plus some nice clothes for interviews, networking, date night, etc. If no, bring two weeks of clothes and as as many underwears as you can get. Wear everything except underwear twice, and voila, you only have to do laundry once a month.

-On that note, if you have a dorm laundry unit make sure you set a timer so you don’t leave it in there forever. If you have to go to a laundromat, bring your homework with you so your laundry time is useful instead of boring.

-memorize your damn social security number if you’re a US citizen. You’ll need it a lot and memorizing it is safer than bringing your card everywhere. Also memorize you student ID number bc you’ll be using that a lot too.

-Buy anti-wrinkle spray. Your nice clothes will get wrinkly and there’s no space for an ironing board.

-If there’s a floor kitchen with a microwave then you don’t need to bring your own.

-Don’t fucking make popcorn is2g you will never get the smell out of your dorm and if you burn it and set the fire alarm off everyone hates you.

-If you can’t afford a fridge fear not because tbh you can get along fine without one. Literally the only thing me and my roommate used the fridge for freshman year was to keep the danimals cold. Ramen doesn’t need to be fridged, nor does bread, peanut butter, honey, fruit snacks, granola bars, and a lot of jellies. The downside of this is that you can’t take leftovers, or have meat or dairy at dorm, but you’ll manage.

-Talk to your roommate before arriving at school! Very important!! You need to hash out who brings what for things that can be shared. Also if you each pick a color scheme to stick to it’ll be easier to know who’s stuff is what at the end of the year, but that’s hardly necessary.

-Laptop is important if you have one but if you can’t afford one fear not because your campus library will have a bunch of computers and there’s probably assorted computer labs across campus. I know at my school we have at least one in every building.

-If you have a laptop make sure to bring a charger and an ethernet cord and maybe even an hdmi cord.

-When you get someone’s phone number make sure to put their first name, last name, and where the fuck you know them from. Also a picture if possible.

-Go to campus events, especially the first month! There will probably be free food, and you can make friends!

-Go to dorm events, especially the first month! This is how you get dorm friends, and dorm friends means that you get cool things like friendship, invitations to game/movie nights, free food, and the option of borrowing shit that other people have that you don’t, like hair clippers or a stapler.

-Go to events within your major! There’s free seminars on interesting shit, free food, networking, information about how to get all your classes done without having to spend an extra year or two, and free food!

-If you have big pockets and any sense of sneakiness, you can bring leftovers from the campus food halls. Muffins wrapped in a napkin works best. Bananas also work well. Pizza does not.

-look online to see if you can find a pdf of your books before buying them. If not, get them used. If the newest edition just came out two weeks before school started, ask the prof if you can use the old edition. My chemistry prof straight-up told us that the syllabus says get the 13th edition, but we could go back as far as the 9th edition if we wanted and it wouldn’t really affect us, so everyone in the class went and got 9th editions that were like $10. International editions are also good and they’re way cheaper.

-You can also rent your books. You can do this through the college bookstore, but also your campus library probably has a copy that you can check out for a few hours of in-library use.

-Find out what free shit your school offers and take full advantage of it. At my school we have free therapy, free job help, camping and sports equipment you can check out, bikes you can check out, a food bank for students, a well-stocked gym that’s free for student use, free yoga classes, free home-buyers classes, and more. Absolutely take advantage of that shit.

-Take an 8 am class during your first semester if you have to. You’re fresh from high school and you still have that high school mentality. Then never do it again. You will suffer.

-If you’re gonna experiment, remember, let people you trust know about it so if something bad happens they can save your ass. Also if you end up needing an ambulance, tell the fucking paramedics what you took. They aren’t cops. They won’t turn you in.

-Carry pepper spray if you’re allowed to. This is a tip for people of all genders. I got my buddy some after he almost got mugged one night.

-Don’t forget a stapler.

-If your school charges for printing, the town library probably doesn’t. Check out your options. If both charge for printing, you can probably make a dorm friend who brought a printer and will let you print stuff once in a while.

-Go to office hours. No question is too stupid.

-Put due dates on your calendar and put reminders in your phone. Otherwise you will forget about that big project until the last minute.

-If you keep large ziploc bags in your backpack you can take home leftovers from events.

-check your school email at least five times a day. Check it when you first wake up. Check it before every class. Check it at lunch. Don’t be that kid who walks all the way across campus to find out class was cancelled.

[alittledizzy]

Title: Unrelated Conversations of a Domestic Nature (redux) Rating: PG-13 Summary: Five unremarkable conversations that take place in the daily lives of Dan and Phil.

[Read on AO3]

Coffee

"You look sexy when you're working," Dan says.

Phil's head jerks up, and Dan feels a little beat of satisfaction at having caught him off guard.

He does, though. There are moments when Dan gets to look at Phil when Phil isn't paying attention and he's never more attracted to Phil than those times, when he's wearing glasses and his head is tilted down and he's focusing in hard on whatever he's doing it.

Phil recovers fast. "You look sexy when you're making me a coffee."

"See, mine was a genuine compliment," Dan says, spinning around in his chair and standing with a sigh. "And yours is just shameless manipulation."

"Love you," Phil sings out.

Laziness

"I don't want to get out of bed today," Dan says, groaning from the depths of his soul.

Phil looks him over. "Normal lazy or Bad Day lazy?"

Dan actually takes a moment to take stock of himself before he says, "Normal lazy."

Phil punches him in the side. "Get out of bed."

Dan yelps. "Stop, that's abuse."

Phil pinches this time. "You've got to be on the train the next twenty minutes or you'll be late, and you're not even dressed. Out, go, be gone."

"Can you just go instead of me?" Dan whines. "Put on the Dan mask. You know what's in my head better than me most of the time anyway."

"That," Phil says, "Is an absolute lie."

(But he sounds pleased anyway.)

"Seriously, my therapist will never know the difference. Just name at least a couple things you do that might annoy me and she'll be sold."

"I can't do that," Phil says. "That would be lying, and lying is wrong."

"You won't pretend to be me?"

"I won't pretend that anything I do is annoying," Phil says. "I'm not that good at acting, anyway. I'm never annoying, she'd see right through the lies."

Dan makes an incredulous noise. "You are a being composed of sixty percent water and thirty five percent annoying habits."

"What's the other five percent?"

"Sugar." Dan says, reaching out and poking the side of Phil's cheek with a fingertip. "Don't think I can’t literally smell how much sugar you had in your morning coffee."

"Cannot," Phil says, batting Dan's hand away. "Also, stop distracting me from my mission to make you get up. You've only got fifteen minutes now!"

"I hate you," Dan says pointedly, and pushes back the duvet.

Viewing Habits (3.0)

"Is this what our life has come down to?" Dan asks. "Watching crap horror movies at seven pm so we can be in bed at a decent time?"

"Your life is watching crap horror movies at seven pm," Phil says. "Mine is watching crap horror movies and being a human pillow at seven pm."

"Shut up, human pillow. I didn't say you could speak." Dan goes to poke Phil's side, and he does, but then his hand just sort of flops there and stays. "This movie is really shit, though-oh-fuck-shit-what-no-"

His sentence devolves into a shriek and pummels Phil's chest, fueled by adrenaline from a jumpscare.

Phil doesn't seem particularly jump scared, but maybe that's because he's laughing too hard. "How did you not see that coming!"

"I was distracted!" Dan shoves at Phil until Phil is almost half off the sofa. "Stop distracting me!"

"I wasn't distracting you, you were complaining about the movie," Phil says. "In fact, I missed a key bit of dialogue there, I should back it up-"

"You will fucking not," Dan says, snatching the remote and tossing it to the end of the sofa.

"You realize now you can't pause or mute it when something scary's about to happen," Phil points out.

Dan stretches a leg and nudges the remote with his toes. "I can monkey grab it if I need to."

"Your monkey toes disgust me," Phil says.

"I'll wake you up one day with a footjob and you'll change your tune," Dan promises.

"I will actually leave you," Phil says in a matter-of-fact voice. "I have a bag packed already for just the occasion. Only necessities."

"Spare box of microwave popcorn, extra phone charger, clean underwear, and five tubs of Haribo?" Dan guesses.

"Exactly," Phil says. "Necessities."

"Where would you even run away to?" Dan yawns and gets comfortable again.

"My mum, of course," Phil says.

"That's like the reverse of what every angsty pre-teen images," Dan says. "Running away to home. Can't relate."

"You can run away to my mum too," Phil offers. "If you ever need to."

Dan smiles. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Now," Phil says. "We just talked through that entire scene. Please monkey grab the remote, because I'm definitely backing it up."

Dan extends his toes... and kicks the remote off the sofa.

The Fantastic Demise of Winstubble and Sustubble

"You're hogging the blanket," Phil says, tugging half of it back.

Dan oinks and closes his fingers around it. "The blanket stays. But you can come in closer."

Phil tweaks his nose and scoots in, holding up an arm for Dan to curl up under. "This is what you want all along, isn't it?"

"I'm devious," Dan says, sighing happily and rubbing his cheek back and forth against Phil's chest.

"Ouch," Phil says, poking Dan in the side. "Your three stubbles are irritating my skin."

"Excuse," Dan says. "I've got seven now. I'm going to name them tomorrow. It's written into my schedule."

"Name one-"

"Not Susan."

"No, name it-"

"Not Winston."

"Okay, but-"

"Not Simon, either, I don't care if you pull that 'it's an homage' thing."

"Fine." Phil pouts. "Make do with your inferior names."

"Gonna name one Lester," Dan says. "And then pluck it out."

"That sounds really painful," Phil says. "Do you imagine anyone plucks their beard hairs?"

"As like, a way of getting a smooth face? Or some kind of pain kink?"

"Either," Phil says. "Maybe there's someone who enjoys a smooth face and also has a pain kink?"

"It's you, isn't it." Dan props himself up to look at Phil. "You can tell me. I won't judge."

Phil sticks his tongue out. "No, I'm perfectly happy decapitating my beard hairs in a way that's painless for me."

"Rip stubbles." Dan kisses Phil's cheek, rubbing his lips over the faint bristle. "You're sexy, but Phil won't let us have any fun."

"I'll grow it out over Christmas holiday," Phil says. "It'll be your present."

"Dear Santa, give my boyfriend a smokin' hot beard?" Dan settles back down, satisfied. "I can live with that."

Yoga

"Reverse warrior. First one to fall... has to do the washing up," Dan says.

Phil nods, staring with his concentrating face, which also looks a little bit like a toddler doing his business. Dan will save that observation for when it's useful to distract Phil, though. Manipulation techniques are the heart of this game.

He's focusing so hard on when he'll tell Phil about his poop face that he doesn't notice his foot twitching impatiently. He isn't actually about to fall but his body gets the weird sensation that he is, so he side steps and then groans at his failure.

"I won again!" Phil says. "So you have to clean the toilets, do the washing up, and make me popcorn later."

"Oh my fucking Christ on a crapsticks," Dan groans. "I fucking hate this game."

"Don't care!" Phil pumps both fists in the air. "I win!"

"How is this actually the thing you're better at than me." Dan grumbles. "One more? All or nothing?"

"Half or nothing," Phil counters.

"What the fuck is half or nothing?" Dan asks.

"If you beat me, we split the chores." Phil wiggles his arms out to chase away the stiffness in them. "What's next? Dancer?"

Dan makes a face. "Is it really? I hate that one."

"You just have to center yourself." Phil presses his hands together in front of him and hums, his best and potentially most culturally offensive impression of a zen monk. "That's your problem, you know. You're just so full of energy, you're always moving, and I win."

It is true, in a way; Phil's very capable of stillness, especially when he goes to those weird technicolor dreamlands in his own imagination. Dan's too distracted by the realities of everything around him, too hyper focused in a dozen different directions.

But he likes a challenge, so he rubs his hands together, reaches behind him to grab his ankle, and then looks at Phil and says, "You know, when you're concentrating you look like you're about to poop."

[cryingbilldenbrough]

here’s another request for if you ever feel up to or inspired to write it: def more of the kasplon/bichie dynamic from the other kasplon thing i requested. like just the four of them in college together interacting as couples you know? a cute dynamic, imo.

okay so the other kasplon thing is this, in case anyone missed it! also this got LONG so i’m putting the rest under a readmore

ALRIGHT the concept is that before eddie and mike starting dating, eddie knew richie

they met on the first day of freshman moving in day when richie knocked on the door of the room bill and eddie shared

he was leaning against the door jam, big glasses and a hawaiian shirt hanging off one shoulder, dumb smile on his face

“you guys wanna buy some adderall?” he asks with an air of nonchalance that eddie KNOWS is bullshit, cause the kid’s eyes look a little wild and a little scared

and man, eddie is nervous about all of this too. bill seems like a nice guy so far but he also just spent like ten minutes unpacking framed pictures of his little brother and like, eddie didn’t bring a single picture from home and he feels like he and bill have nothing in common already

because eddie ran to college to get away from something and bill seems like he might be caught in the past

(he finds out later than the little brother is Georgie and Georgie is dead and he thinks he understands bill a little better than he thought)

anyway, richie asks if they want adderall and a comeback is falling from eddie’s lips almost immediately

“i think i’d rather you take it, spaz,” and fuck man!!! that was really mean!!! he doesn’t even know this kid and he’s already insulting him in like a really ableist way and eddie is scrambling to apologize

but richie is fucking dying

he’s doubled over, wild hair covering his face, and when he straightens he’s wiping tears from his cheeks

“i like you, kid,” he says, ruffling eddie’s hair

and then he invites himself in

and that’s pretty much how freshman year goes– richie invites himself into bill and eddie’s room and sits on their beanbag chair and steals their food and plays video games with bill

sometime during second semester eddie is pretty sure they start dating

no one says anything official, but bill starts spending time out of their room and comes back with wild hair and one time even a hickey

eddie assumes it’s richie that bill’s fucking around with only because richie has gotten even more Smug than usual lately

they don’t tell him they’re dating until the school year has almost wrapped up

cause it’s time to start figuring out where they’re going to live next year

eddie’s fully willing to stay in the dorms again, because living with bill turned out to be a lot of fun!! and eddie feels like he really blossomed into a young adult this year but he’s not sure he’s like, ready to get an apartment or something

anyway, eddie goes to bill first and is like, wanna live together next year?

and bill smiles apologetically, truly sad about it, and tells eddie he already has a roommate for next year– a kid in his composition class

and eddie’s like fuck man??? i don’t have any other options??? because yeah he made friends this year but god will any of them put up with him like bill does? with the pills hogging the medicine cabinet and the hour long calls to his mom back home that leave eddie near tears every time

what’s he gonna do without bill?

bill notices his discomfort and gets real quiet and later that night richie shows up, hair wild as ever

eddie’s curled up in bed watching netflix on his laptop and he feels richie jump into bed with him, sitting on his feet

eddie takes out his headphones and richie is grinning like a loon at him

“you’re a dummy, eddie spaghetti” he says

“don’t call me–”

“wanna live with me next year?”

“…..really?”

“i mean, as long as you’re cool with me and billy Boning Down at least three times a week” and he leans over with a hand held out for bill to high five

eddie looks at his roommate and bill is smiling with pink cheeks and god DAMN IT this is how they’re coming out to eddie?????

eddie fucking hates his friends

but he accepts richie’s offer and doesn’t even really mind when richie ruffles his hair and burrows down into his comforter to watch netflix with him

so come next fall, eddie returns to college after an agonizing summer spent missing his friends and his freedom

he and richie have a room closer to downtown this year, a little bigger space and it connects to the room next door with a bathroom AND a kitchen so they can actually cook instead of eating microwaved mac and cheese

(richie still eats a fucking lot of microwave mac and cheese)

and it’s not so bad because bill is over like all the time and he and richie are a couple but they’re not like, oppressively cute all the time

although, eddie does feel a pang of jealousy whenever they do something particular couple-like, such as coming home from dates and bringing each other coffee to class and going skateboarding all saturday afternoon

eddie wants that, you know?

anyway, it’s october when eddie meets bill’s mystery roommate

mike hanlon is probably the most attractive man eddie kaspbrak has ever met????

he’s tall and broad and has the nicest fucking smile and his eyes are kind and soft and his ass is GREAT

eddie knows he plays on the school football team and eddie really wants 2 see him in football pants oH GOD

anyway, bill introduces eddie as richie’s best friend which a) OW EDDIE’S POOR HEART and b) it’s the first time eddie realizes that’s true? cause holy shit yeah richie IS eddie’s best friend???

anyway, mike is polite and kind of shy and shakes eddie’s hand in a firm but soft grasp

he compliments eddie’s shoes and then invites him to play mariokart with him and bill

mike is pretty bad and eddie is pretty good and mike cheers eddie on to beat bill, knocking his shoulder against eddie and egging him on no louder than a whisper in his ear and eddie is GONE

it takes them a while to get together, mostly because they’re both kind of convinced the other is waaaay out of their league

and richie keeps inviting eddie to go out to dinner with him and bill and when eddie shows up, mike is there too which is fine bc he fits into the group really well but like?? is this a double date??? who does eddie sit next to in the booth?? who does he share popcorn with at the movies? does he call shotgun when mike’s driving them? THIS IS NEW TERRITORY FOR EDDIE AND HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO PROCEED

but eventually bill pulls eddie aside and says “d-dude, you g-gotta date mike. i had to l-listen to him t-t-talk about your fuh-fuckin’ eyes for like an hour last night. d-do it for me”

and eddie is like ME? HE LIKE ME??? 

so he gathers up all his courage (which is a fucking lot bc eddie kaspbrak is a BRAVE BOY) and goes to the football game with bill and richie one saturday

eddie doesn’t really care for football, knows like nothing about the rules, but he likes going to games

it’s cold and he bundles up in a hat and a hoodie under his winter coat and he drinks a fair amount of beer at the tailgate, beer that richie keeps shoving in his mitten-covered hands

they watch the game and eddie keeps his eyes out for number 43 and mike doesn’t play a whole lot but eddie spots him a few times!!! they cheer really loudly when he makes a run with the ball, moving the team forward like forty yards and richie’s voice is hoarse from yelling

they win and eddie shuffles out of the stadium with his friends

bill and richie want to go to a party across town and eddie hangs back

“i’m gonna wait for mike” he says and richie smirks

so eddie waits in the cold for a weird amount of time, watching drunk kids stumble out of the stadium and back into the real world

“eds?” he hears and he turns to see mike, sweaty and flushed and holding a duffle bag

he’s changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants and steam rises off his hot body into the cold air. his cleats are slung over his shoulder and eddie’s breath kind of catches in his throat over how beautiful mike looks when he’s flushed and happy in the winter air

“good game” eddie chokes out, slipping his phone in his pocket “you sure did… football… well…” and he flinches cause GOD WHO SAYS THAT

“thanks, man,” mike says and GOD ITS AWKWARD because there aren’t a LOT of people around, but there’s enough that eddie worries about the scene he might cause if he leans up to kiss mike right here

he’s drawn out of his panicking by mike dropping his duffle bag to his feet and taking a step forward

he wraps his hand around eddie’s neck and the other around eddie’s back and dips his head down and he’s kissing eddie, mouth soft and pressing into eddie’s with care and ease

(he smells like a fucking locker room and eddie isn’t even that grossed out by it)

eddie lets mike’s arm around his back support him and he relaxes into it, bending his knees and closing his eyes

kissing mike is everything he dreamed of and more, like coming home after a long day and curling up into bed

they hear a wolf whistle and break apart, blushing and giddy

it was one of mike’s teammates, a defense player with a kind smile 

“fuck off ben,” mike says and leans back down to kiss the side of eddie’s mouth one more time

football saturdays turn into eddie’s favorite day of the week, despite him continuing to know NOTHING about the game

because he goes to mike’s room early in the morning and crawls into a warm bed with him, ignoring bill’s soft groan from across the room bc its FIVE A.M. GUYS, and wakes mike up with like lil kisses n stuff

mike gets dressed and goes down to the stadium and bill and eddie get ready to go down and tailgate

they meet richie, who has a cooler full of cheap beer, and they set up camp outside the stadium

richie steals all of eddie’s hand warmers and bill gets convinced to do a keg stand by the trailer next to theirs and eddie tries and fails to win a game of bag toss

they go in the stadium and get as close to the front of the student section as they can and eddie scans the players on the sidelines to find mike

he spots number 43 and waves, sticking his hand up in the air and hoping mike spots his red mitten 

mike does and takes his helmet off so eddie can see his smile, waving back and making eddie feel like the only person in the stadium

mike scores a touchdown and they win and the students storm the field and eddie gets caught up in the rush, hand slipping out of richie’s

he’s disoriented and a moment away from just slipping out of the stadium and finding his friends later when a hand catches his arm

it’s mike, helmet tucked under his arm and his pads still on

he’s fucking soaked but he’s grinning so wide that eddie can’t help but smile back crazily

mike scoops him up into a victory kiss and eddie hears richie’s wheezy laughter and bill’s chuckle behind him

he lets go of mike so bill and richie can hug and pat him on the back

richie says something dumb about trying out for football next year if it means getting to make out on the field when you score

mike blushes and punches his shoulder and bill rolls his eyes 

and eddie is so happy to have his boys in his life

send me headcanons/requests/prompts!