#with black; i deadass had to find a way to hide his mouth and want the pincers be part of the mii so yea (i like him this way ngl oogh)

[soundleer]

me when im sprunki brained but miis are in my veins hehehehegegegehe

no thoughts only gay people hehehehebejdhrje

+ old screenshot of jebin kart riding

[kotsuvi]

WHAT THE HQ BOYS ARE LIKE DURING THANKSGIVING/FRIENDSGIVING

a/n: okay this is kinda a take on canadian/american thanksgiving—yanno with all the pumpkin pie and the turkeys and the fall colours? i just thought it would be kind of cute.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking for some

KARASUNO

daichi: told-no, COMMANDED asahi and suga to wear fall colours. like seriously wore the brown khakis with the orange sweater and little socks with turkeys on them. it’s at his house, so he insisted that suga and asahi arrive early and sit at the table together, just to make the other guests feel bad about not being dressed up. yells at the guests to stop touching his family’s ornaments and paintings. gets kita to help babysit.

suga: was actually going to dress up anyway, so he took it as the perfect chance to wear his turkey knit sweater. it has tiny little turkeys all over it like it’s so fuckin cute. lowwwwkeyyyy makes daichi blush when he sees him but like we’re not gonna talk about it. brings a delicious fruit salad that’s eaten almost singlehandedly by lev and hinata.

asahi: panics because he doesn’t have a lot of nice things to wear. like FREAKS OUT in front of his closet, close to tears. legit settles on a tan shirt, brown pants and black boots with a slight heel. definitely gets teased by tendou about keeping the beard. “keeping it intact,” he replies. brings cabbage rolls. also brings brownies, and has to fight the urge to eat them all on the way over.

nishinoya: arrives slightly late, but worth the wait. busts through the door screaming about how hungry he is. doesn’t take of his shoes in the house so he trails mud EVERYWHERE. also sneaks in a couple bottles of cider. he’s been thinking about this feast for days, and he just can’t wait. talks with his mouth full of food. probably spits mashed potatos on akaashi at some point. gets drunk off of his secret cider and asks iwa if he likes being second best to oikawa.

tanaka: arrives shortly after noya, despite saeko speeding to get there. you can literally hear him talking from ten houses away. argues with bokuto over stupid things; ends up nearly starting a food fight. eats with his fingers, literally no utensils, and doesn’t use a napkin. secretly grossing everyone out. thinks that he can win a turkey eating contest, but daichi shuts him down before he can get started. is DEDICATED to the kareoke. even sings a song for kiyoko.

hinata: so incredibly excited to eat. this kid could not SLEEP he was so excited. gets cursed with sitting next to ushiwaka and tendou, who bully him about his hair being thanksgiving colours year-round. budges everyone in line for the food. of course daichi then makes him go last. yells at kageyama for getting the best part of the turkey: the skin. atsumu tells him that ginger beer is a new type of “delicious juice” and he drinks it all, nearly throwing up afterwards. lowkey got flustered when tanaka was singing britney spears.

kageyama: tells everyone that he doesn’t want to go, but is actually extremely excited as well. for some reason he snoops through daichi’s house while everyone is eating? he just wants to take a look around, and then suddenly he’s in daichi’s parents’ bathroom, inspecting shampoo labels. literally doesn’t eat sitting still either. he just stands behind his chair? oikawa starts a rumour that he can’t sit because he has hemorrhoids, and kags responds by throwing his drink in oiks’ face. that really starts a riot. really he just wants to be standing so he can run to the kitchen and get more food in an emergency.

tsukishima: brings his headphones just in case he’s stuck next to bokuto or someone really loud and obnoxious. of course he is. bokuto AND tanaka. everyone tries to coax him into kareoke after the meal, and he declines, but really wants to prove to kuroo that he is the most angelic singer there. “accidentally” tips his drink into bokuto’s lap, but the guy is so busy yelling at tanaka that he doesn’t even notice, so tsukki tips another. goes on his phone at the table. tells tadashi to get all his meals for him because he doesn’t want to stand in line.

tadashi: goes through one (1) mental breakdown when he’s seated beside aone instead of tsukki. pours WAAAAAAY too much gravy on his meal because he’s just so nervous. like literally SWAMPS his turkey and vegetables. his mom forced him to bring a green bean casserole. he doesn’t even like casserole. sits across from oikawa and this mans won’t stop asking for photos of him and iwa, so tadashi is tasked with that for the night. offers to help daichi with the dishes afterwards. gets awarded with an extra slice of pumpkin pie.

saeko: handed her cider to noya beforehand because she just knew that daichi would check her at the door. she gets drunk halfway through anyway. challenges iwa to an arm wrestling competition. winner gets the losers pumpkin pie with EXTRA whipped cream. the sexual tension skyrockets. she wins but accidentally shoves iwa’s fist into akaashi’s cranberry sauce. gets scolded by daichi MULTIPLE times. too drunk to care.

kiyoko: also came over early. made butternut squash that is to die for. helps set up even though she knows that it’s just going to become a mess. keeps track of the points for kareoke. may or may not have given tanaka extra points for singing “i’m a slave 4 u” by britney spears.

yachi: of COURSE this girl has to sit between aone and ushiwaka. of course it works like that. and chicky is terrified. spills her drink on the nice tablecloth and pleads for kiyoko and daichi to spare her life. thinks that the kareoke is too loud. nearly craps her pants when bokuto jumps up on the table. brings glazed donuts for dessert.

coach ukai: daichi invited him just to be polite but then he??? ended up??? coming??? literally shocked everyone into the sixth dimension. says he isnt going to stay for long, but mans is there the WHOLE night. busts out with some MR. WORLDWIDE;)))!!

AOBAJOHSAI

oikawa: his one mission was to be best dressed, and judging by the appalled look on daichi’s face when he first entered, he succeeded. this mans wont shut up either, and even tho everyone yells at him, they’re actually invested in his stories. he tells a whole bunch from middle school and his earliest volleyball memories, and everyone??? likes it??? they’re intrigued the whole time. goshiki and lev listen extra hard. mans wants pictures as well. he needs to show his fans that he does actually have friends. of course he gets the photos before kags dumps the drink on his head, and then he goes feral. teases iwa about the second best comment, but apologizes to him after, assuring that iwa is an amazing ace.

iwa: only went there for oiks. the mans had plans with his family, but he knew that it meant a lot to oikawa, so he showed up. literally goes into a FIT of rage when he loses the armwrestling match, then further infuriated with noya’s comment. chases the kid around the table. nearly knocks out his teeth by tripping into a cabinet. leaves early after throwing a temper tantrum, then receives a formal apology from both oikawa and daichi later on.

matsukawa: i just know this mans smokes at family functions, so what’s stopping him from getting high at friendsgiving? of course he only smokes a lil, just enough to get a good buzz, because he wants to still be respectful. offers to refill drinks when he gets his own. helps pack up the leftovers. tries desperately to catch iwa as he chases noya around, but doesn’t succeed. he can’t really feel his fingers or his face, so he doesn’t smile or laugh like... the whole night.

hanamaki: maybe sneaks out to join mattsun. maybe. no, definitely. and he’s not used to it, so you BET this man is trippin. he tries his best to hide it, but of course suga can tell. he confuses cranberry sauce with champagne, so he literally drinks the damn sauce from a wine glass the whole night. oikawa certainly has pictures for the next morning to prove it too. 

kyoutani: doesnt get invited to a ton of things, but he decided to go to this. brings a pumpkin, which is nice, but daichi is like wtf am i meant to do with this??? but it’s a nice gesture. tries to engage in the conversation between the twins, but only gets frustrated when he can’t hear. threatens to flip the table once. cant find the bathroom and ends up taking a piss in the yard.

NEKOMA

kuroo: the one with the kareoke machine. absolutely did not tell daichi he was bringing it, but then pulls it inside. “get a load of this bad boy!!!” “kuroo what the hell is this???” i just know that everyone wants to sit beside this man at the table. he’s cracking jokes and people are straining to hear. it’s a match between him and oiks: who’s telling the better story? also won’t leave. like it’s 2am and he’s still there, swaying alongside bokuto and coach, singing early 2000’s nelly furtado.

kenma: KUROO AND HINATA CONVINCED HIM TO DYE THE TIPS OF HIS HAIR ORANGE. he HATES it. buttttt he’s keeping it even though people tell him he’s a hinata wannabe. “but why would i want to be like shoyo?” “hey kenma that’s not very nice!!” definitely plays games at the table. doesn’t even try to hide it. gets gravy on his switch and uses lev’s shirt as a napkin.

lev: this man has enough food on his plate to feed a small village. like deadass, he doesn’t slow his eating for a BREATH. he didn’t eat the whole day just so he could be extra hungry. like 3/4 of the spread is on his plate. also like cant fit his legs under the table, so he has to eat with his chair super far away. of course this man is going to be dropping food on the floor. literally has a hole in his chin because the gravy keeps dripping out whenever he speaks.

yaku: brings champagne because it’s “an exciting night”. lowkey freaks people out with how quickly he can down a bottle. has a small amount of chicken and turkey, LARGE amount of potatos, but then as many slices of pie as he can. like legit the pieces stack up on his plate. he scolds lev for making a mess, but literally litters crumbs all over the table.

FUKURODANI

bokuto: thinks that lev and him are participating in an eating contest, even tho lev has no idea what’s going on. of course this man brought his own liquor. he knows it’s time to party. legit as soon as he’s finished eating he’s busting open the bottle. towards the end of the night he’s actually dancing on the table, narrowly missing the forks and knives. daichi, suga and kita try their very best to control him, but he’s in his element. legit was throwing it back to kuroo singing “uptown girl”.

akaashi: also brought champagne but drinks it in a fancy glass. legit with the pinky up like royalty. comes in the cutest little fall knit sweater. does NOT participate in kareoke but hums along to the songs he knows. quietly makes bets with kenma on who is going to win, and he gets a couple of victories off of goshiki. also offers to do the dishes, but unlike tadashi, he doesn’t get another slice of pie because yaku ate it all. also brings daichi a card signed by him and bokuto. he’s very thankful. (sweet bb)

SHIRITORIZAWA

ushiwaka: there is no way this man isn’t excited. tbh he didn’t even think he’d get invited, and he actually ALMOST smiled when daichi offered. mans shows up in a turtleneck. TURTLENECK. legit wearing a rolex. why does he have drip? he’s got drip. for a big dude he doesn’t eat very much. threatens atsumu with his life if he ever DARES to shake salt in his champagne again. cracks a plate from gripping it too hard while waiting in line for the dessert. he’s excited, okay?

tendou: wears something weird. like a headbands with a candelabra on it or a giant turkey broach. brings a whole jug of orange juice for himself, and you bet that he finishes it within the first fifteen minutes. honestly, he probably dips his cabbage roll into the drink. also starts a conga line around the table while goshiki is singing. semi dares him to taste some of daichi’s dish soap, and of course he does it.

goshiki: NEVER HAS ANYONE EVER SEEN THIS MAN SO EXCITED. practically bouncing off the walls. eats way too fast. slips in the kitchen trying to get to the sink because he started choking on a green bean. becomes mesmerized by saeko and insists that he’s going to become the world’s best kareoke singer. picks every song about love. okay sam smith. tries to get suna to participate but receives a look that could kill. gets scared after that, but it motivates him to sing even better.

semi: practically skips the meal and goes straight for dessert. gets a harsh scolding from daichi but he doesn’t care. “accidentally” brings up the fact that ushiwaka cuts his food weirdly because he’s left handed. the whole table goes silent. semi passes away.

INARIZAKI

atsumu: literally just went to cause trouble. was he even invited? nobody knows. osamu was, but him? well. gets drunk within the first hour. tricks hinata into trying a bunch of kita’s disgusting ginger beers. constantly kicks samu under the table. throws a shoe across the room when daichi doesn’t let him have another drink. he’s loud. VERY loud. swears far too much and violently compliments daichi on the food. “this food is so fuckin good like hella delicious, i fuckin love thanksgiving! this is the shit!!”, “atsumu your brother made all the food”, “what”

osamu: just there for the food. literally made 3/4 of the dishes, including the turkey. makes fun of daichi for being the host and literally not making any of the food. “that’s embarrassing”, but really he offered to do it waaaaay before. constantly tells atsumu he has food in his teeth. over-salts suna’s turkey just because he feels like it. he’s the dude that encourages makki to drink the cranberry sauce. offers to help vacuum the floor clean of noya’s mess, but daichi is SO done with atsumu that samu just leaves early, dragging his brother with him.

suna: catches tendou drinking the dish soap. he’s not surprised. doesn’t say anything, just nods and walks away. legit doesn’t say anything to anyone tho. like mans shows up, eats and dips. has a one two conversation with ukai about court shoes, and then he’s gone. texts daichi later and thanks him, which is extremely shocking but daichi thinks it’s really nice.

kita: hates gatherings. i know this man just despises the loud and rowdy behaviour. puts mad dog in a headlock when the dude tries to fight kageyama over the turkey skin. eats and leaves zero mess. dabs at the corners of his mouth with napkin. washes his hands before and after everything. i just KNOW he’s polite too, but really gives it to semi when he mentions ushiwaka’s left handed eating. other:

OTHERS

aone: dresses cute. gets complimented by hinata and cant stop thinking about it for the rest of the night. like lev, he eats enough to feed a small town but makes sure everyone else goes before him at dessert time. tells yachi that he loves the donuts.

terushima: definitely wasn’t invited but heard through the grapevine. shows up with one plate of cookies and a violent growling stomach. immediately takes to the kareoke, even before dinner is over. randomly bursts into song halfway through his second plate of green bean casserole. thinks that singing louder = singing better.

sakusa: clearly doesn’t want to be there. brings his own food and his own drink, but doesn’t hesitate to down a bottle of noya’s cider. complains about how close hinata is sitting is sitting to him, and then pulls out a ruler for emphasis. “whoa! where did that come from??” “get away from me.”

[v-hope]

Enamoured

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Army!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst if you squint your eyes

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: After having drunkenly tweeted your love for ‘your boyfriend who’s not really your boyfriend’ while he was out of the country with his members, he decides he’s doing things right and is finally taking you out on that ‘first date’ he owed you.

A/N: This can be read as a stand-alone one shot or as part 21 of my social media au “Hobi’s Girl” (how did I even make it this far omg). I hope you like it and let me know your thoughts 💕 Also, since I’ve noticed some of you are a little paranoid over when the angst is coming, I’ll just do your hearts a favour and say to just enjoy this part, nothing bad is coming from it jsñsks

You hadn’t really noticed how much you had missed Hoseok the past week until you were finally once again to his side, after having entered his car mumbling a timid ‘hello’ and seeing him there wearing a white button-down that had your eyes unconsciously fixing on his uncovered arms as his sleeves remained rolled up, before they went up to meet his eyes and smiling lips. Yes, you had definitely missed him one hell of a lot.

And it really did take everything in you not to grab him by his collar and pull him towards you to trap his incredibly tempting lips in yours right there.

“Where are we going?” you wondered as you turned slightly around, looking for the seatbelt in hopes of shaking off your previous thoughts — feeling him start the engine once you had securely buckled it up.

“You’ll see once we get there” he kept it vague, grabbing your hand to plant a small kiss on its back.

Pouting, and knowing well enough you would not get it out of him no matter how hard you pushed it, you stared out the window as you could only hope for your outfit to be appropriate enough for whatever it was he had planned — a light pastel pink sweater tucked inside a loose black skirt being the best you could do after Hoseok had not given in to your curiosity, no matter how many times you had texted him asking for a clue about your date. At least you had the weather on your side; only a few clouds covering the sky as the rather warm evening had just begun.

The second you felt him gently squeeze the hand of yours he had grabbed minutes ago and your eyes travelled from the window to his face, meeting his loving chocolate eyes before he focused them back on the road, you couldn’t help but wonder what had you possibly done right in your life to find yourself being right next to him in that very moment.

Not being able to hide both his smile and the way your piercing stare on him was making him feel, Hoseok decided to speak up after a couple of minutes, letting you know you were about to arrive, and, just like that, successfully having you look out the window again instead as you tried to find out where you were going to.

After that, it didn’t take long for the two of you to reach what you easily recognized as the Han River, feeling your heart speed up the second he did indeed park his car as close to it as he could, allowing you to get the perfect view of a dock filled with different kinds of boats and a couple of people enjoying their evening.

At the sight of your body tensing up, Hoseok couldn’t help but let out a small laugh under his breath.

“Why are you so nervous?” he wondered, reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt and then doing the same with yours.

“I’m not” you stated immediately, yet your breathy voice betrayed you just as fast, having him cock one of his eyebrows. “I just… is it safe to go out in the daylight?”

“What are we, vampires?” Hoseok teased you, earning a glare from you as you cynically laughed along.

“You know what I mean, you smartass”.

He chuckled one more time. “Yeah, it’s okay” he reassured you.

Not really explaining any further, he leaned over to the glove compartment — taking out something you recognized as masks and leaving them on your lap as he then proceeded to unfold two black bucket hats.

“Borrowed these from Jeongguk” he let you know as he put one of them on your head. “But don’t tell him”.

A giggle escaped your mouth at his last comment. “Don’t worry, I won’t” you laughed; having to tilt your head up to look at him, as the black fabric managed to cover your eyes completely.

“Can you wear this for me?” he held up the mask he had just grabbed for you to see. “It won’t be for too long”.

With a nod of your head, you let him know it was okay for him to adjust the item that was soon covering half of your face.

“You sure we’re not vampires trying not to get burned by the sun now?” you teasingly questioned with muffled voice after his face had been almost completely covered as well — not really getting to see the way he had rolled his eyes at your words, yet just knowing he had done so.

“Let’s go, cutie vamp of mine”.

Smiling rather amusedly at his new nickname for you, you didn’t wait for him to open the door for you; instead getting off the car yourself and meeting him right outside as he reached your side.

“Shall we go?” he asked, offering one of his hands for you to hold as he locked his car with the other one, later shoving the keys into his pocket.

“Mhm...” you accepted his hand.

Wasting no time in interlocking your fingers, you turned around to make your way alongside the river, only to have his hand pull you back towards him as you were apparently going the wrong way.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok questioned with knitted eyebrows.

“Aren’t we going for a walk?” you mirrored his confused expression.

“You really think I brought you to the Han River to walk?”

“Yeah?”

Laughing at how cute he thought you were, he moved closer to you. “So like, to the Han River… for a walk�� he remarked. “Walking. Next to a river”.

“Yah!” you called him out, letting go of his hand in annoyance only to have him grab it right back. “I got that we’re at a river, no need to repeat it so much”.

Another chuckle escaped his mouth, pulling you briefly inside his arms as he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. “You’re so cute”.

Feeling the heat reach your cheeks and not really knowing what to reply to that, you had no choice but to walk beside him as his hand pulled you with him towards the water instead.

“What are we doing then?” you asked in a pout as you cutely swung your hands together.

“You see that yacht over there?” he asked you, pointing his finger towards a rather big white yacht alongside the dock, one you were sure you had seen in a couple of Seoul tourism ads before.

“Yeah” you answered mindlessly, “so wh—”

That’s when it hit you, almost choking on air when you looked up to him and could somehow see the way he was grinning behind his mask.

“You didn’t”.

“Considering we have it all to ourselves for the next couple of hours, I’d say I did” he smirked, not giving you time to form a proper sentence before he threw his arm over your shoulders to guide you towards the boat with him. “Well, all to ourselves plus the captain, of course. I have no idea how to ride one of those”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his confession, not saying another word as you followed him towards an old man you later recognized as the captain once Hoseok went up to greet him; giving off the impression of them already knowing each other given how friendly they seemed right there while you silently stood by their side — even more when Hobi placed his hand on your upper arm to pull you closer to him and introduced you as his girlfriend.

Trying your best not to let any of them know the effect said word had had on you, you focused instead on listening to the instructions the captain was giving you two regarding the yacht before he let you in.

And if you thought you were about to choke on air when you found out Hobi had deadass rented a yacht for your first date to take place on, when you entered its saloon you could’ve easily passed out at the mere impression. Not only were the interior designs so bright yet modest that made it hard for you to stop staring everywhere, but there was also a nicely set up table with two steel cloches covering what you supposed was your food, and two glasses as a bottle of wine rested in the middle.

Being way too immersed in your surroundings, you missed the moment Hoseok took off both the bucket hat and the mask, and threw them over the beige sofa right behind you; only realising of it when you had him a few inches away as he proceeded to do the same with the ones you were wearing — his small smile growing bigger at the sight of your beautiful face no longer being covered up.

“I really wanted it to be just the two of us, so I made sure the staff got your favourite food cooked right before we arrived...” he explained as he softly ran his fingers through your hair, trying to brush the few messy strands the hat had left. “I also asked them for that dessert I know you like, but I’m bringing that later. I hope you like it...”

“Like it?” you emphasized, opening your eyes wider in amazement as they travelled around the room, “Hobi, I’m—”

Speechless. You were speechless. To the point you couldn’t even bring yourself to tell him so. Not like you actually needed to, for one look at your open yet silent mouth was all he needed to understand — tenderly taking your hand in his to pull you even closer, enough for your chest to press against his.

“You really didn’t have to go through so much trouble for me” you managed to finally speak, as he loosely wrapped his arms around your figure and you instinctively rested your hands on his chest.

“It wasn’t trouble at all” he shook his head as his fingers softly caressed your back. “We deserve this, don’t you think? Actually being alone without having to worry about someone seeing us for once...”

“Yes, but…” you pouted, unconsciously moving your hands up to the back of his head, right as he tilted it slightly in order for you to go on. “How am I ever supposed to do something this amazing for you?”

The way he managed to laugh in such low tone sent shivers running down your spine — feeling your eyes close in anticipation when he leaned in just enough for his lips to brush on yours.

“You can always just kiss me, you know?”

Letting yourself go for a second, and right as his lips were about to trap your lower one in them, however, you hissed, pulling slightly away and placing your hands back on his chest for him not to move any closer.

“What is it?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips.

You bit down on your lower lip, in hopes for your semblance to remain serious as you said: “I just remembered I have this very, very strict ‘no kissing on the first date’ rule”.

Letting out a snort that was followed with a roll of eyes, he grabbed both your wrists before he pulled them over his shoulders so you would wrap your arms around his neck the way he wanted to. “Come here, you tease”.

You didn’t have time to properly laugh when his lips were already on yours, leaving you breathless when his hands rested on the curve of your back to press your chest tighter against his — his mouth faintly opening, only to deepen the kiss as he closed his lips again to trap your lower one in them.

Smiling at the sweet taste of his lips you had missed so much for the past week, you couldn’t help but tighten your arms as well around his neck, causing a cute chuckle to escape his mouth.

“God, I missed you” he whispered breathily, planting another kiss to your lips.

“I missed you, too” you replied, smiling in content when his mouth abandoned yours to press against your cheek.

Moving his hands down to rest on your hips, he went back to your eye level. “We should probably eat now before the food gets cold”.

A small hum coming from your slightly curved up lips was all he needed to walk you hand in hand over the table, holding one of the chairs for you to sit on before he went over the other side so he could do the same.

It was kind of impressive to you, how you had always felt somewhat awkward, insecure even, when it came to ‘fancy’ dates like this; yet with Hobi it didn’t feel like such at all — if anything, you felt comfortable as ever being there with no one else but him as the two of you ate, drank, and chatted the evening away.

Everything just felt right with him, and you loved not having to think too much, if not at all, of what to say when you were around him. Everything felt natural, familiar — from the way you would feed each other some of your food, to the way you could so easily act like a complete dumbass or diss one another as you laughed ever so carelessly.

And so, in between laughs, stories you had never told each other before, and sweets nothing being exchanged, you didn’t even notice nearly two hours had passed by. Only minding about the time when Hoseok gave his watch a quick glance before he stared at you with an inviting smile.

“You wanna go out before the sun sets?”

The way his eyebrows had moved up and down in a goofy way had you laughing as you grabbed his wrist and pulled it towards you to check the hour as well.

“You sure it hasn’t set already?” you wondered, not being able to hide your surprise at the hour you were seeing right then.

“Let’s hope not” he smiled.

You didn’t have to think about it, standing up right after him and following his steps over to the deck — both your faces lighting up at the sight of the sun having not completely settled yet, causing the sky to almost look like a painting as orange and pink tones took over it. The best part being that you were far enough from the shore for anyone to even realise there were two people standing on the yacht’s deck.

Unconsciously speeding up at the sight, you rushed towards the bow in hopes of getting a better view; your eyes travelling around in awe for a couple of seconds before you turned around to look at Hoseok with a bright smile, only to find him with his phone’s camera facing your way — apparently managing to capture the exact moment you had turned around, given the pleased giggle that had just escaped his mouth as his eyes turned the shape of two crescent moons.

Before you could even call him out on having caught you off guard, you had him motioning towards you with his hand.

“Stay right there, stay right there” he ordered.

“Yah!” you exclaimed as you covered your face with your hands. “Don’t”.

“Aw, come onnnn” he dragged on the last letter. “I barely have like two pictures of you and you look so beautiful right now with the sun setting behind you” his lower lip stuck out, forming a cute pout you couldn’t resist.

“Oh? So I don’t always look beautiful?” you couldn’t help but taunt him with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile.

Rolling his eyes at your words, he came closer to you with his phone still facing you. “You look even more beautiful than usual” he pointed out, biting his lower lip as he focusedly looked for the best angle.

And right there, as you felt your cheeks burn and turned your face to the side out of shyness, he had seemed to find it — letting out a content sigh as he examined the picture he had just taken and then shoving his phone back into his pocket, he walked over to you so he could wrap you securely inside his arms.

Not saying another word, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist as well, letting your face rest against his chest as his chin rested on the top of your head — silently agreeing on just staying right there for a while watching as the sun went completely down and out of your sights.

“The view is so pretty” you mumbled in awe, watching the city lights starting to simultaneously turn on.

“It is…” he agreed, pulling you closer to his body when a light breeze reached your bodies, and pressing a small kiss to your temple. “I like this”.

“What?”

“Being actually outside with my girl without having to worry about someone else seeing us”.

“You never… did this with your other girlfriends?” you questioned, resting your palms on his chest so you could pull slightly away from him and look him in the eye. “Going out, I mean”.

He shrugged, taking a deep breath and then exhaling as he confessed: “I never had other girlfriends since I became an idol…”

You froze in your spot, searching for any kind of joke in his expression. “No way”.

“Is it so hard to believe?” he asked. “You’ve seen how hard it is for me to date”.

“But we’ve managed to anyway…” you reminded him. “You could’ve managed with someone else, too”.

He shrugged again. ��After what happened with Jin hyung, I guess I just wasn’t willing to take the risk”.

“What happened with him?” you couldn’t help but ask, feeling your cheeks burn as his piercing stare fell on you. “Oh, no. You don’t have to… I’m being nosy, sorry I asked”.

“No, you’re not. It’s okay” he smiled sweetly. “If I’m asking you to keep us a secret, I think you should at least know the whole story”.

“The whole story?” you wondered almost inaudibly in utter confusion.

Nevertheless, you knew he had heard you when he nodded his head, taking a couple of seconds to collect his thoughts before he finally said: “You remember Kang Jisoo?”

“Of course” you said somewhat carefully, not having heard about Seokjin’s ex girlfriend in so long. “She and Jin were so cute together…”

“So you remember what happened…”

You nodded slowly. “She left him, yeah”.

“Only she didn’t” Hoseok pointed out.

“She…” your voice came out weak, for some reason feeling your chest tighten in anticipation. “She didn’t?”

Hoseok shook his head no, taking a step towards you and holding your hands in his. “That’s what the official statement let the fans know, that she had decided to attend college on another city and hence they couldn’t be together anymore, which was in part true, I guess. But BigHit... they…” he sighed uneasily. “We had just debuted, and having one of us being ‘off the market’ as they called it wasn’t helping with the promotions, especially since Jin hyung was our visual, so…”

“They… broke them up?” you mumbled, remembering what he had so vaguely said that night he went over to yours for the first time looking for comfort... right after his manager had talked to him about you.

“Yeah…” he confirmed your worries. “At first they would just make it hard for Jin hyung to make time for her, but when they still managed to make it work, BigHit started to tell him multiple times that they had to break up... they even talked to Jisoo noona so she would leave him, but when none of that happened... they didn’t really give them a choice anymore” his voice alone let you know how much the whole situation had affected him as well. “It was awful. We all were there seeing how much pain he was going through and there was nothing we could do about it…” his jaw tensed at the memory. “After that neither of us wanted to go through something like that, so... no dating”.

You felt a twinge in your chest, understanding then why he had been so reluctant about the whole dating thing before you came into the picture. “I’m so sorry things are like that for all of you…”

He shrugged, as if trying to take importance away from it. “It’s just how it is, I guess”.

“Doesn’t mean it’s okay for it to be like that” you pointed out, suddenly feelings defensive over all seven of them.

“I know...”

You sighed, staring ahead of you only to realise the darkness of the night was already taking over the city completely — staring into the the sky as you internally debated whether you should ask what you had in mind or not.

“And after all that happened with Seokjin...” you decided to go for it in the end. “You still want to be with me, for real?”

“I made it this far without having a serious relationship, but with you…” he sighed. “I really don’t know what you did to me, Y/N. Since the first moment I saw you, I felt something. And sure, it could’ve stayed just as something physical, but when we started talking it was so easy for me to fall for you. I just wanted to talk to you all the time” he shook his head, letting out a breathy laugh as he reminescenced back when you had just started texting. “And then when we were somewhat together, the mere thought of not being with you… or the thought of you with someone else…” his head tilted at the unpleasant ideas running through his mind. “No, I want to be with you. As a couple. No matter what”.

“Even if it’s too risky?” you whispered.

He bit his lower lip. “You’re worth taking the risk for” he reassured you. “Just… if anyone finds out about us…”

“BigHit will break us up” you finished his sentence rather bitterly.

“I don’t know, love. I really don’t” he pouted, not really wanting to even think of such possibility. “Things were different back then… Jin hyung and Jisoo noona were together since high school, so everyone knew about them from the beginning” he pointed out. “But we’re not public, so maybe if it was only them and the boys knowing, it would be okay” a weak, hopeful smile curved up the corners of his lips. “And the only way to know that is if they actually found out about us, and I just… I can’t risk losing you, Y/N”.

“I told you, Seok-ie. You won’t lose me” you hummed, cupping his face in your hands. “I thought being private was just about us not getting hate, but now that I know about BigHit…” a sigh escaped your lips. “I’ll make extra sure to keep it a secret, don’t worry”.

He nodded his head ever so softly, letting his forehead rest on yours. “It sucks having to ask you this, though…”

“It’s okay” you reassured him, kissing the tip of his nose before you pulled him inside your arms.

“I’m sorry I can’t be better for you…” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped around you as well. “I’m sorry I can’t make much time for you, and that we can only see each other like one or two hours sometimes during the nights… and that I’ll eventually have to go on tour...” he went on, his voice becoming breathier with each word. “And I’m sorry I—”

“Stop apologizing” you cut him off in what sounded more like a plea, peppering a couple of kisses on the nape of his neck, only to feel him relax under your touch.

“You deserve so much better though, but I’m just too selfish to—”

“Yah! Jung Hoseok” you called him out this time, making him remove his face from your body so you could cup it in your hands and look into his eyes as you spoke. “Don’t you dare say I deserve better after how hard you’ve tried for us to work out together”.

“Just trying won’t always be enough…”

“And yet that’s all I need to know you’re what’s best for me” you reassured him. “I don’t care about you being with me all the time. Sure, it would feel like heaven to be with you more often, but as long as I know that you care about me, about us… as long as you make an effort… that’s enough for me. All the rest, I don’t care about”.

“I’m still sor—”

“I don’t want you to say sorry anymore” you let him know, having him lower his head in guilt. “Hey, love. Look at me” you tried to call his attention, cupping his face a little more securely so you could make him lock eyes with you again. “You really don’t have to apologize, okay? I want to be with you. Even if I did deserve ‘better’ like you said, I wouldn’t want anyone but you” you smiled weakly at the way his face had seemed to light up because of your words. “I want you, Hoseok. No one else”.

The way you could see his eyes shine in the darkness of the night, along with the heart-shaped smile that was taking over his mouth as he ever so adoringly stared at you, were enough for your heart to skip a beat as you felt yourself become shy.

“What?” you asked in a small voice, in hopes of him to stop staring at you like you held the stars in the sky.

What you got instead, was a small, breathy laugh escaping his mouth as he moved closer to you; being his turn to cup your face and make you look him in the eye.

“I love you” he said. “I love you so, so much...” the way he repeated those words like honey made you wonder for a second there if you weren’t just dreaming of it. “But you already knew that”.

“I… I didn’t…” you stuttered, being way too stunned to form any kind of proper sentence.

“I thought my texts had been clear enough?” he teased you with a cocked eyebrow.

“I was kinda freaking out when I read them, you can’t blame me...” you sheepishly admitted.

Hoseok chuckled. “I’m saying it again then” his hands cupped your face a little tighter. “I love you, Y/N. So much, so much”.

You smiled brightly at both his confession and his mocking reference to your drunken tweet, loving the way his own shining smile mirrored yours as a small, blissful giggle escaped your mouth.

“And I love you” you confessed, too. “So much, so much” your addition earned a shy giggle from him. “But you obviously knew that”.

“I did” his smile grew wider, lovingly bumping the tip of his nose with yours as he leaned in. “But I just found out I like hearing it way more than reading it”.

Chuckling, you closed your eyes for a second as you shook your head in amusement. “I love you, Hobi” you repeated, feeling his thumbs faintly trace your lower lip, just like he had done right before kissing you for the first time.

“I love you, angel…”

Although the two of you could both say those words and listen to the other say them forever, the urge to close the space between your mouths was stronger — meeting each other mid-way as you had leaned in at the same time.

With his fingers tracing their way down to your lower back as his other hand cupped one of your cheeks, he used his thumb to draw small circles on your chin as he kept you in place to take control over the way your mouths moved together — receiving a pleasant hum from you when his tongue softly made its way into your mouth; having your fingers entangling themselves in the light brown locks at the back of his head.

“Be my girlfriend” his words came out muffled as he spoke in between kisses.

You felt your heart jump at what you couldn’t tell had been a question or more of a demand. Either way, you found yourself pulling slightly away from him so you could fix your teasing eyes on his.

“I thought I already was your girlfriend?”

“Aish” he tilted his head in disbelief, squinting his eyes as he reminded you: “Didn’t you want me to ask you officially? Make up your mind, woman”.

You tilted your head back as you let a laugh escape your throat — going back to him straight away to lightly peck his lips and nod your head as your answer.

“Say it” he demanded in a whisper as he pressed another kiss to your mouth. “I want to hear you say it”.

“Yes, Hoseok” you complied almost immediately, smiling sweetly. “I want to be your girlfriend”.

That was all it took for his now smiling lips to be back on yours and his hands on your waist to move you slightly backwards; just enough for your back to press against the yacht’s bow as he cornered you right there.

However, he was not really able to intensify the kiss the way he wanted to, for the boat decided to turn around in that exact moment, causing you to jolt up out of surprise and move away from the bow out of instinct.

“Oh!” you let out as your hand clutched to your chest, earning an amused laugh from him at your reaction. “I think we’re going back to the dock”.

Puckering up his lips in thought, Hoseok stretched his arm out to look at his watch. “We still have a good couple of minutes left…” he let you know, drawing his eyes back to you before a smirk took over his factions as he proposed: “You wanna go back inside to make out some more before we have to return?”

The way he had tugged at the fabric of your skirt to pull you closer right there, made it almost impossible for you to say anything other than yes.

“Oh well, I guess there goes my ‘no kissing’ rule” you sighed overdramatically, right as you let him take your hand in his to guide you back into the saloon with him.

“That rule died literally the first time we met” Hoseok taunted you.

“If I remember clearly, that wasn’t a date” you pointed out with daring eyes that had him laughing in a second.

“That doesn’t really help your situation, love”.

Letting your jaw fall slightly open, you let him know you had taken full offence in his words. “Okay, now I just want to stay here” you slipped your hand away from his so you could go back to your previous spot.

Another chuckle coming from your boyfriend’s mouth let you know just how much he was enjoying teasing you right then — taking it one step further by pressing his lips to your own. Ones that later traced their way down to your neck, where he focused on teasing one certain spot that had you wrapped around his finger in a heartbeat.

“You sure?” his voice came out low, knowing well enough what he was doing to you.

“Ugh, I hate you” you whined, wanting to sound annoyed yet not managing to sound any other than needy for his touch.

“You love me” he reminded you, pressing one last kiss to the crook of your neck before going back to your eye level with a beaming smile.

You crossed your arms over your chest, staring into the far city lights instead of him. “Well yeah, you love me too, so…”

Hoseok laughed wholeheartedly, grabbing one of your wrists to pull you towards him. “Why are we even arguing, just come here”.

Not feeling like wasting any more of the little time you had left before having to go back, you just gave up your offended act and let him drag you back into the room you had previously been in, not being able to properly take in your surroundings when his lips were back on yours, just like your hands around each other, and your bodies clumsily stumbled against the furniture as you made your way over to the couch.

Saying ‘I love you’ for the first time, becoming an official couple, making out like there was no tomorrow… it was fair to say, this was the most eventful first date you had ever had. And you wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else.

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Unresolved Tension | JJK

✦ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ✦ Word count: 1.6k ✦ Rating: Mature

✦ Genre: SMUT!, pwp

✦ Warnings: Finger sucking, bondage, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, cum play, cum eating, masturbation, voyeurism, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, ruined orgasm, degradation, dirty talk, manhandling, rough sex, orgasm denial

✦ A/N: This is so unedited and a complete fucking disaster and its past 4am and I made the banner in 5 minutes but I deadass couldn’t do it any longer guys I’m so horny for dom!jock!jk I could scream. and thank you to @honeymoonjin​ for helping me come up with the title to this even though you didn’t know you did <3

“I’m tired, can we be done now?” You whined, plopping down onto the seat of the chest machine while Jungkook stood in front of you, chest heaving as he recovered from the circuit the two of you just finished. 

“Come on 2 more sets,” he said as he grabbed his water bottle off the bench to his right, twisting the cap off and pouring the liquid into his mouth. You couldn’t help but stare as he extended his neck, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin, damp pieces of his dark hair stuck to his face from the perspiration.

He was enticing you without even knowing it. Working out with Jungkook was a bad idea – you knew that. He was way too distracting. How could you pay attention to what came next in your workout circuit as he stood beside you looking like that? It was impossible to focus on anything else but him. Dark clothes clung to his figure exposing every muscle of his toned stomach, and you stood close enough to make out every fine detail. 

“Maybe we should take a break,” You suggested, pushing your chest forward to gain his attention. It seemed that your tactics had worked as his eyes wandered down to the cleavage exposed by your sports bra. Rolling your head back to present more of yourself, you heard him force a hard breath past his lips – you were getting to him. 

“What makes you think you deserve a break?” Jungkook challenged, his now swollen arms crossing over his chest. Heat shot to your core, you couldn't stand looking at him like this much longer. In attempts to hold whatever shred of sanity you had left, you squeezed your thighs together trying your best to ease the growing ache between your legs. Unable to hide your actions from him, his tongue brushed against his bottom lip, fully conscious of your desire.

“Maybe if you just did what I said in the first place and focused on the exercise, you wouldn't be squeezing your thighs together like a little whore.” Jungkook paced over to the machine, towering over your figure as he uncrossed his arms, placing each of his hands on the bars adjacent to your head. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered, eyes forcing their way to the ground to avoid eye contact with him. You swallowed thickly, tempted to just reach out in front of you, but you knew better. As he leaned down, closing the distance between your bodies, you lifted your eyes to meet his. The gap between you quickly vanished as you felt his hot breath on your lips, begging to be claimed by his own. 

One hand stabilized his body against the machine as the other grazed down the back of your neck, holding your gaze to his. So badly you wanted to lean forward and sweep your lips against his, but you couldn’t. With the position he had you in, there was no intention of giving up control.

His eyes narrowed as he broke his gaze with yours, standing up to search the left side of the room for something. He reached to the side, digging through a black crate and returning with a blue resistance band in each hand. Biting your lip in anticipation, you held your eyes on him watching his every move.  

Without a word spoken, he took one of your hands in his, extending your arm upwards and holding it up to the cold metal of the chest machine. He began to wrap the blue band around your wrist, tying it against the machine in a firm knot.

“Pull,” Was all Jungkook instructed. You jerked your wrist forward, testing the security of the band wrapped around your wrist to make sure it would hold up. He nodded in approval, reaching for your other hand to take the same measures. The arousal had fully taken over you, soaking through your thin panties and spandex and beginning to leak onto the bench under you. You struggled to find relief, thighs unable to squeeze together any harder to relieve the tension building in your core.

Just as your eyes were beginning to fall shut, you felt his calloused hands on each of your knees, prying your legs apart from relieving the ache. His eyes grazed your form, spread so open and wide for him. It was becoming hard to sit still, the desire racking at your nerves causing you to shift in your seat as your cunt began clenching around nothing at all. The sight of you writhing under his control made him feel so powerful, erection budding in the confines of his shorts.

Looping a finger under your waistband, he ripped your spandex and panties down your legs in one go, unable to wait or tease you any longer. His tongue grazed his lips as his eyes met your dripping core, dragging a finger down your slit to collect your essence.

“Suck,” he seethed, holding his finger up to your parting lips as you took his finger in your mouth, darting your tongue across the digit. It was becoming increasingly harder to keep your legs spread, unconsciously trying to find comfort as you watched the bulge form against his shorts. Your core was aching so badly for him, and he had barely even touched you yet.

In one swift movement, he pulled the garments down his lower half, erection springing to light as his clothing pooled around his ankles. Once more he reached forward, gathering more of your arousal to use to stroke his member. He threw his head back in bliss, lips parting to let out a soft moan before clenching his teeth together. Watching his hand grope his thick shaft was it for you, resting your head back against the seat in defeat. Your cunt throbbed in neglect, pleading to be filled with his hardened member.

“Jungkook please,” you begged, widening your legs further in hopes it would entice him forward, “please just fuck me now.” Words stammered past your lips unknowingly, thoughts too heavy with lust clouding your better judgment. 

“If you want to act like a whore that's how you’ll be treated,” He challenged, gripping his hands on each of your thighs and lining his tip up with your entrance. Whimpers drew past your lips, unable to hold your shaking body together as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

His member plunged into you fast and hard, bottoming out on the first stroke without giving you time to adjust. You caught your lip between your teeth, biting down hard to hold back a yelp. The elastic binding your wrists to the cold metal was beyond irritating, all you wanted was to reach out and run your hands across his toned abdomen, straight in your line of sight.  

He released a grunt as he withdrew his cock and thrusted into you again, just as fast and hard as last time. Your back arched off the seat, trying anything to get as close to him as possible. You felt like you could scream, so frustrated that you had nothing to hold onto while he was gripping your thighs so harshly. There would definitely be small bruises left behind from the pads of his fingers pushing deeply into your skin. 

His hands moved up to grip your hips, steadying your body so he could thrust into you rhythmically. Your core clenched tightly around his length each time he sunk into you, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter each time he pressed against your sweet spot. 

“Stop fucking moving slut,” He griped. You hadn’t even noticed you were bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts until he pushed you back onto the bench with an annoyed growl. The unconscious chase of your release was chomping at the bit. 

Sounds of his balls slapping hard against your ass filled the room as his pace quickened. The force of his thrusts wouldn’t cease as his grip on your waist tightened, forcing your body down harder on his cock. Moans flew past your lips as the band in your stomach threatened to snap with each movement of his hips.

“Jungkook I’m so close,” You whined, looking up at him past your eyelashes in hopes he would finish you off. The dark and focused look in his stare told you he was there too. His jaw clenched, eager to meet his release as he fucked deep into you.

“Hold it,” Jungkook commanded, earning an exhausted sigh from you. You were sure you had never wanted to cum so badly in your life. His hands moved to your thighs, squeezing your legs around his waist forcing your pussy to clench automatically. A wail escaped your lips, unable to hold back any longer, and he knew you were about to disobey his orders.

Just as the tension had reached its final breaking point, he removed his shaft from your core, leaving you completely empty and throbbing around nothing. Your jaw dropped in dismay, unable to form any words as his hands dropped your legs to the ground. Before you could figure out how to speak his hand was already wrapped around his cock, pumping it until white-hot spurts of cum were landing on your stomach. 

“Next time listen when I tell you not to come yet, slut,” Jungkook spoke, cock softening as he stood over the mess he made on your body.

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HELLO 👋 I WAS SENT HERE BY PALMETT-HOES. What are your thoughts on the foxes + tattoos?? Originally it was Neil + tattoos but if you have thoughts of the other foxes too I'd love to hear them if you want to share 🥺

Okay, so I actually might try to become a tattoo artist and love tattoo culture. I also have already about 30 tattoos, some the size of my whole hand and some the size of a quarter, a lot of mixed and matched stuff. I also always try to think of the foxes in their timeline, so 2006-2007 era, and when I think said foxes would get tattoos in their life and why. 

NEIL

First off: I personally HC Neil has keloid scarring and a lot of scarring so tattooing is hard on his skin. I have a friend who has more scars than I've ever seen on anyone else IRL before and we both love tattoos but even with him trying to prep the artist, unless they were a scar micropigmentation expert, they usually underestimated how hard it was going to be to tattoo on his skin. It's uneven and dense and doesn’t hold ink well. His non-scarred skin faired a lot better but his skin was something artists just weren't prepared for. I might get some micropigmentation on some skin grafts I got to even out the coloring and make it look more “natural” but I’m waiting to see if the pigment will settle and heal more first. 

I personally don't see Neil ever getting a tattoo, and this bums a lot of people out lmao. I think his scars are too thick and too raised and it's too cosmetic and aesthetic centric for it to be something on his radar. On his skin that isn't touched by scars I think he would want to leave as be mostly out of neutrality. I don't see Neil as the type of sentimental tattooer, I see him thinking “well if it matters to me I remember it” sort of and him wanting to keep the really deep stuff personal just for himself and even another person putting it on him is someone else there. I think if he were ever to get a tattoo, he would be like… idk it would be the kind that says “yes I got shot, stop asking” over a bullet hole scar or like that one guy whos missing his leg and above it there's a tattoo that says “one foot in the grave” that's the only type of tattoo I can see Neil doing and even still I'm not convinced he would do it. 

ANDREW

I don't ever see Andrew covering up his scars with tattoos either. I think he likes how the armbands can come on and off and be fully covered to not at all. He's not ashamed of them but he's private, and I think the tattoos could seem like he's trying to hide them when he's not-it's just nobody's business. I think if he were to get anything it would be American-traditional, it ages well, its classic, and doesn't really go out of style. Before the…. Let's say 80s, there weren't the different tattoo “styles” like there are today. It was just… tattoos in America. There was Japanese-style tattooing and then American-style tattooing, and since tattooing started curating its underground culture in the ’50s in America… those circles did not blend. They do now, but they sure as hell didn't then. So I could see Andrew with American-traditional because it's classic and I could see it appealing to him, but I could also see Russian prison tattoo style black-work something that appeals to him too. Get him some gulag tats. However if he had those, and since I currently HC him as white and with a buzzed or grown-out messy buzzed head, he would deadass look like a fuckin skinhead so... yeah lmao. Overall I don't see Andrew getting tattoos really, but if he would, American-traditional seems fitting. 

KEVIN

Okay, so Kevin out here looking like a MF SoundCloud rapper with his single face tat and nothing else going on. I know it might be OOC but since his mom is Irish and I HC his dad as Maori (even tho in the canon Wymack likely has 90s new age tribalism, which is a complicated issue but instead I choose culturally significant tattoos over the tattoo trend that was largely popularized by a movie lmao anyways-).

So I think Kevin is the only one who dives into tattoo culture and bonds over it with his dad. If he just has the chess piece, it still feels like a branding, like a mark so distinct against the rest of him, but one full sleeve of Celtic knots and symbols and the other arm full of Maori's distinct tattoos of swirls and symbols could be a cool way for him to reclaim his own skin and have it not be something he did just to cover something up, but make tattooing something connecting him to his cultures and family. 

NICKY

Nicky is the guy who got like, fierce, or pride, or something like that tattooed if he got a tattoo. I see Nicky getting a pride tattoo of some kind maybe and it being calligraphy or like if Nicky/Erik is a bear then he gets a bear paw. I could also see him getting his and Erik’s wedding date tattooed somewhere. I also don't see him as the type who didn't know how much research and shit goes into finding the artist for you, and kinda assumes you can go to just anyone and just walk in and then was like “wait what” when he couldn’t (or couldn't if he wanted to get exactly what he had in mind) so he probably got/gets tattooed by some non-homophobic apprentice, maybe even that apprentices first tattoo, and also since Nicky is Mexican and darker-skinned I doubt he thinks to put on sunscreen and the sun makes his ink lines bleed and so it doesn't age the best (it be like that). 

ALLISON

Got a trendy tramp stamp to like, really stick it to her parents. Right on her lower back I bet it's the classic 2000s swirls and a butterfly and some of those stars, idk what they're called. If she was a young 20-year-old now tho she totally would have gotten a fine line tattoo, like not a tight three, a real 1 needle tattoo. They were seen as really nice back then and “so Cali” and like I could see /maybe/ her getting it done before she's 30 but they were not that common yet and like micro-realism is so new we still kinda don't know how it's going to age at all since tattoos before it have been designed they way they have for aging. Again if she got a micro-realism/single needle tattoo tho it would be something kinda basic like a butterfly or like a lion. I swear I've seen the same google image lion tattooed on a lotta people and like IDC it's your skin. But yeah, she gets the classic 2000s swirl butterfly and stars tattoo above her crack one night, maybe after a really bad phone call with her parents and she got drunk and pissed off. Maybe someone said she couldn't take the pain. (which btw, tattoos don’t hurt as much as they make them out to be in shows and shit, they can hurt tho)

DAN

I HC Dan as very dark-skinned, she's 75% black and 25% Sioux and grew up in a very very white area when outside her home on the res. Tattoo culture is still really sexist and really colorist, and at this point in history I think if she ever did want a tattoo, she maybe asked vaguely about it and they flat out said “I don't know how to tattoo on black skin” or “it doesn't go with my art” which… are shithole excuses and I think she thought, “well fuck u too” and never thought about it much since then. 

RENEE

I HC as Renee as darker-skinned than Dan, and like the only places she could possibly get tattooed are maybe her palms, the bottoms of her feet, or her inner mouth probably. Some people genuinely are so dark that tattooing is hard, because it's based on the concept of black ink on a lighter surface, which is why scarification catches on in cultures where the skin is too dark to pigment with ink effectively. However, the idea of fuckin, 15-year-old Renee who is still Natalie with “PU$$Y” tattooed in her mouth kinda sends me. I think lil kid Renee thought she was gangster, and tbh she was, and I could see her getting some “fuck you/in your face” tattoo, especially if she was a lesbian in such a homophobic world, getting that tattooed is even better. We also know she got her back tatted in the EC with angel wings that look almost closer to dragon wings, so I imagine they show up as almost raised dark lines like scars from the untrained tattoo artist going way too deep, making it a cross between a tattoo and scarification, even if accidental. (also white ink really wasn't a thing yet and even now is still kinda hard to tell how it will heal, so that's why I don't think she gets any white ink tats)

MATT

He's a rich boy from NYC, he could really get like… whatever he wants. Once he's famous he can afford it that's for sure, but even before then he could with his allowance similar to Allison (even if on a completely different level). However, I doubt he gets anything lol. He's not particularly religious in my HC and doesn't have the same sense of being lost like I feel Kevin does with his own parents (I mean Kevin was raised like an orphan, kinda so it makes sense). I need to develop Matt’s background further on what it means to him personally to be a Filipino-American. I have several ideas about how his parents met in the Philippines and then came here but I would need to flesh out locations and then local cultures and then his parents said opinions on tattoos and then how matt would react to said opinions. I could see him possibly getting something for dan or his kids tattooed on. Which really makes me want to have him get his first kid's name tattooed really big or intricate somewhere like on his chest over his heart and then his kid comes out as trans and he's like “...fuck” lmao and gets it removed maybe and then redone or something. I see him viewing tattoos are personal and symbolic, and if he would get something it would probably be family-oriented, possibly Dan's portrait or like his baby's footprint which I've seen before. 

AARON & SETH

Stick and pokes were not nearly as common then as they are now, and I feel like people kinda have to remember how taboo tattooing was then and still is now in a lot of cultures. My family is Not happy lmaoo. But it is what it is. Stick and Pokes were not a thing bored white middle-class teens did like I see them doing now. It was seen as super sketchy and I know someone who was 16 getting tattooed in a garage by someone who was both drunk and just out of prison for the first time, and that was seen as sketchy as stick and pokes at the time. I could imagine either Seth or Aaron having a failed and fucked up stick and poke tattoo, and out of the two of them, Seth seems like the drunk tat guy. Maybe once he got drunk and mad as fuck after Allison and him broke up and she said he didn't seem serious enough so he got her name drunkenly tattooed on his arm or something and then she was even more pissed because it was spelled wrong “YOU FORGOT THE SECOND L OMFG SETH.” (I can also imagine his future girlfriends don't love it lmao). I also love the idea of Seth just having Marvin the Martian or the Tasmanian Devil tattooed on his ass.

Anyways sorry for the lack of pictures but I didn't want to do that... so I didn't. I didn't go into niche tattoo culture and history like I was expecting myself to but this also got fuckin long. Might not be what you were hoping for at all but it is my current opinion on the foxes and tattoos. (This is also surprisingly free of my own personal aesthetic opinions on tattoos and that I'm kinda proud of ngl, since my preference is none of these, but also I grew up in a very different tattoo time than them)

[passable-talent]

the dragon anakin au was so good can we get a part 2 please

AHDKCJSHWE DEADASS???

find Part One here 

“I curse the Force from this place! May its kindness never guide you again!” 

The morning cold had settled in your bones, after spending the night so warm, in Anakin’s arms. Staring into the eyes of a dragon made it no better. His back teeth sparked, and from the mouth of the dragon came the flame, directed in a stream straight to you. 

Its fingers latched onto the wood before you, and wind moved past you as though even the air wanted to escape the flame. It consumed the wood it touched, and consumed the sky from above you, and all you could see was the flame.

But it did not consume you. 

In fact, it did not even touch you. Red and yellow heat surrounded you, stole the air from your lungs, catching and crawling on the wood around you, but not near you. Somehow, surrounding where you kneeled, chained to the platform, no fire crept closer. Astounded, you stared, your breathing laboured as the heat and smoke advanced where the fire did not. You looked forward, wishing you could shield your eyes from the flame, and something caught your eye. 

There was a silhouetted black figure, splitting open the flames as he walked, parting them as though they listened to him. It was Anakin, with his dragon’s cloak, and as he approached he revealed a glistening axe. 

You couldn’t react by the time he had struck down, slicing cleanly between your hands, freeing you from your chains. 

“Come,” he said, and you took his hand. He tugged you to your feet, and within the fire, he wrapped you in his cloak. Together you ran from the flames, escaping from the flame in the chaos of the village, and fled through the streets, to where his forest began. 

You stopped and turned, faced with the destruction of the town. Before you was a wall of flame, like nothing you’d ever seen, the platform and nearby council hall nothing but fuel to a pyre. 

“(Y/N), we have to go!” Anakin shouted, and you tore your eyes away. 

Halfway to his cavern and you stumbled, dropping to your knees in the dirt. At no point had you ever been in any real danger, but the betrayal of Palpatine and the guard hurt you nearly as much. In the exertion of running, the cut on your chin had begun bleeding anew, rolling down your neck and staining your collar. 

“Love,” Anakin said, and that was all, picking you up from the ground with your knees over one arm and your shoulders resting on the other. He carried you the rest of the way. He knew you could’ve made it there yourself, but he also knew you didn’t have to. 

He set you down on one of the couches in the loft of his cavern, and quickly gathered a wet cloth. You were coated in dirt, soot, blood, and he began with gently wiping your face. 

“They were going to sacrifice you,” he said, gaze loving and concerned. 

“I failed to kill you,” you said, closing your eyes. “They said that if you...” What had even been their intention? “I guess they thought that if you ate me, you wouldn’t bother them for a while.” Anakin rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone upon another swipe of the cloth. 

“You’re safe now,” he said, and you shook your head. 

“We aren’t,” you insisted, reaching up to hold onto his hand, catching his eye. “They’ll just send another knight, or worse, and now you have me to look after too, and it’s just-” You looked down in shame. “I’ve made it so much worse for you, Anakin.” 

“No,” he breathed, bringing you close and pressing his forehead to yours. “I’d do anything for you. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what.” You craned your neck up quickly to press a kiss against his lips. It was brief, and you rested back against the couch. Gently he ran his thumb over the cut on your chin, the very one he’d given you a few hours ago. 

“You said they’d take care of this,” he said softly, moving a chest nearby the wall, and digging around within it. When he returned, he scooped a fingerful of salve from the glass container he’d found, and spread it along the length of the cut. 

“I thought they would,” you said, “they would take such good care of me when I returned.” 

“Unless they decide to destroy you,” he added, a dark tone within his voice. “They tried to kill you.” Saddened, you didn’t answer. When he felt you were clean, and taken care of, he straightened up. 

“I’m going to kill them,” Anakin said, his expression hard. 

“Anakin,” you said, surprised by his violence. 

“I’m going to slaughter them like animals.”

“No, no,” you objected, following as he stepped down into the main floor of the cavern, his cloak billowing behind him. “No, the townspeople have nothing to do with this.” Anakin turned to you, and you had never seen him this angry, not even when you attempted his life, all that time ago. 

“Then why’d it happen?” He snarled, and you took a step back, unsure of his intention. 

“It- i-it was Palpatine. He ordered it, but-” Anakin turned, and began to run, opening his cloak like he would open his wings, and began his transformation to dragon form. 

“Anakin, wait!” You called, chasing after him, but he flew from the cave, and over the trees. You skidded to a stop at the stone ledge, glaring at his figure as it disappeared over the forest, no doubt on his way to Coruscant. 

In frustration, you lifted your hands to your forehead, then moving them back over your scalp until you framed your temples with your forearms, hiding your face between your elbows. With angry steps you moved back into the cavern, taking hold of a gold coin and throwing it with as much force as you could muster. You pulled your saber from your belt, igniting it with your incantation, and for a moment just listened to it hum. Your name would be a stain upon the Jedi Order- the knight that couldn’t kill a dragon, that couldn’t stop their own execution. And Anakin was gone, to burn down the village or worse, you wouldn’t know until he returned, and you didn’t know when that would be. 

There were a thousand reasons to rage. So you snuffed your saber and sat at the opening of the cave, looking out over the forest, trying to meditate. 

“There is no emotion, there is peace,” you breathed to yourself, looking out over the calm forest. Anger hadn’t served you in the past, and it wouldn’t know. 

“There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.” As long as Anakin was a threat to Coruscant, Palpatine would never stop sending knights after him. You needed to figure out a way to settle it all. 

“There is no passion, there is serenity.” But you felt the lie in your heart. You had broken the code of the Order- first, by failing to kill Anakin, and now, letting your passion guide you into a life with him, running from the Order and from Coruscant. Sooner or later, you’d need to come to terms with one of the scariest thoughts to ever cross your mind: you weren’t the Jedi Knight you thought you were.

“There is no chaos, there is harmony.” When this was all over, it would be the way it had been- and you could spend your time with Anakin, without worry of Coruscant. Maybe you could even be a Jedi knight, or a Grey at least, doing service to the kingdom outside of the Order. 

Anakin returned not an hour later. You stood from where you’d been reading near the mouth of the cavern and set down your book, happy to see him. But as he approached, you noticed something. You’d only seen him fly twice before, but something about the way he was flying now looked wrong, off. Like he was unbalanced. You took a step or two closer to the entrance, and when he landed, he barely even slowed his momentum before beginning his change back. 

“Anakin?” You rushed to him as he stumbled forward, and caught him before he fell. Now you could see what had caused the issue- he was torn, bloodied, and bruised. You guided him to a seat and let him lay, trying to take stock of all of the wounds. 

“Anakin, what happened?” You said, panicked, noticing more and more wounds. His legs were sliced in a few places, he had scratches on his shoulders and chest, and a deep, vertical cut over his right eye. It seemed that he had avoided any damage to the eye. 

“I meant to kill Palpatine,” he said, and your eyes widened. You rushed up to the loft to gather the supplies he’d used to clean you up, and returned with them to tend to him. 

“Did you?” You asked, first wiping up his face so that the blood wouldn’t run into his eyes. 

“No,” he said, letting out a breath. “I hesitated just long enough that he could draw his sword and give me this-” he indicated the cut over his eye, “And by then, the guards were there to do the rest.” You paused to cup his face, searching his eyes. 

“You didn’t need to do that,” you said softly, “You didn’t need to put yourself in danger.” He reached up, and as his cloak fell from his arm, it only revealed more blood. 

“I’d do anything for you.” Though he was bleeding, you took a moment to look at him, and appreciate what the force had given you, guided you toward. Master Yoda could have chosen any Jedi to send to Coruscant, but it was you. 

“Anakin? (Y/N)?” Came a voice from outside the cave, and you looked toward the entrance with suspicion before leaving Anakin’s side to investigate. 

It was the old woman who had allowed you to stay in her home, Shmi. But she wasn’t... she certainly didn’t look the same. Her hair, normally pulled into a bun at the back of her head, now fell around curled, black horns. She wore a dragon’s skin cloak.

“Shmi?” You said, in disbelief.

“Mom?” Anakin echoed, having heard her name. You looked back to him in surprise, then to Shmi. 

“You’re his-” you reached down to take her hand, pulling her up and past the ledge, one or two things clicking into place in your mind. 

No wonder she kept insisting that you return to the dragon. No wonder she never said a thing when your ‘wounds’ washed away with a single swipe of a washcloth. 

“Thank you, dear,” she said, giving your shoulder a squeeze before approaching Anakin. “You’re both in danger, you need to hide.”

“Hide?” You said, wondering what could possibly happen that would make today worse. 

“The council of Coruscant has ordered an army of golems. They’re on their way- you need to get as far away from here as you can.” Golems were- well, bad news, first of all. Every village in the kingdom had a collection of statues that could be animated into soldiers, if there were need. The ones surrounding Coruscant were called the Droids, and they were sculpted as archers. 

“We can’t abandon this place,” you said, not wanting to engage in unnecessary battle, but unwilling to leave Anakin’s home. “We can protect it. I can take on the Golems.”

“(Y/N),” Shmi began, but the rumbling began. “(Y/N), be careful,” she insisted, “Councilman Gunray has been sent to ensure that Anakin is killed. If he sees you-” 

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” you said, cutting her off. 

“Wait,” Anakin called, fishing his cloak out from beneath him. As he pulled the cloak from his body, he lost his scales, his horns- his human form became even less dragon than you’d ever seen it. “No arrow can pierce it.” He held the cloak to you, and you fashioned it around your shoulders quickly, then giving him a quick kiss. 

“Stay here,” you told him, “where you’re safe.” Shmi nodded, taking over treating his wounds, and you turned to the entrance of the cave. The rumbling had stopped, which likely meant that the droids were waiting for Anakin to reveal himself. 

You pulled the cloak’s hood over your head and stepped forward, your face hidden in the shadow of the cloak, and your saber hidden within it. 

You threw the cloak open, letting it flare out from your sides, opening your arms and igniting your citrine saber. 

The droids began firing, and you descended upon them. 

If you could avoid the arrows, you could easily get close to them, and with a swing of your saber the magic inside them died, and the pieces of statues would crumble into the dirt. You cut through them, through the masses of them, their heavy feet preventing the agility they’d need to even stand a chance against you, great Jedi Knight, trained in combat by the Masters Yoda and Windu. No droid could stand a chance against you. Only when there was not a single left standing, and broken statues littered the grasslands like fallen soldiers, did you turn toward the trees. 

You were panting, breathing hard, black dust and sand of crumbled stone collecting over your face, cut through with lines of sweat. It took a moment, but you located Councilman Gunray, cowering behind a tree. 

You lifted your saber, so you looked straight down its orange, fiery blade at him. 

“Tell Palpatine,” you roared, “that if he leaves us alone, he will receive no more hostility.” You glared, eyes sparking with the ferocity of a battle won. “But if he tries to rain down fire upon us, he will be flooded with fire and death the likes of which he has never seen!” 

The councilman fled. 

He returned to Coruscant with a harrowing tale. It seemed, in his fear, many of the details of what he has seen were warped and changed, molded to fit what he had expected from the day. He told of the fallen Jedi knight who had stood at the mouth of the dragon’s lair and opened wings, fire sprouting from their hand before descending on the droids, and destroying them all. He told of the fallen Jedi knight who stood before the councilman and threatened him while breathing fire, black scales erupted from their face. 

Your curse had burned Coruscant, the townspeople whispered, and in the fire you’d been reborn as a dragon spirit.

They began to call you Sidious. 

-🦌 Roe

| part 3 | part 4 |

[ironmandeficiency]

day five: ba & jort

ohmygod these boys are two of my faves, can’t have one without the other which makes the longest of all the posts abt my clone boys. i guess you can say i have favorites even tho i will vehemently deny it

playlists: jacob & ba - jort/belladonna

fics: who’s my commander & 13x7=28

a/n: jacob & bella belong to @capricornrabies & the art was made by @persaloodles

warnings: mentions of smut

is a soft and precious boy who tries his best

is a soft and precious boy who tries his best

got his name from this one time when his squad had to take shelter in a barn & the sheep wouldn’t let him sleep with his brothers in the loft area, instead keeping him by them the whole night and threatening to bite jort when he tried to free his batchmate

also has v v floofy hair which also works with the name

he and jort have joint ownership of best older brother ™️ title to naturally, a soft and pure medic-in-training (refer to 13x7=28 for details)

absolute mother hen to anyone and everyone. doesn’t matter if he met you an hour ago, you’re going to get mothered by this soft sniper

“you could pour soup in my lap and i’d apologize to you”

was selectively mute for several months after leaving kamino, jort helped him come out of his shell again and it’s fabulous

jacob sutton (younger sister to jamie) is an admiral for the 91st and their star cruiser crashed, and the 25th was the closest to send aid

ba sees jacob for the first time and tried to flirt but instead inserted his foot into his mouth with his awkwardness

but it gets better between them as time goes on. these two are my personal goal for the future

they have a precious massif named yogurt

jacob found him as a puppy by a dumpster on coruscant eating from a yogurt cup and was like “yes this is my boy”

ba would sometimes get to take him on campaigns. would have to fight who half the time just to see his girlfriend’s dog. when yogurt is a puppy the 25th will carry him around in one of those pet/baby backpacks

in a world where the war ends without order 66 and clones kinda get rights (but jacob doesn’t really get them bc of her status as a not-quite-person), they get a rude awakening when they realize that they wouldn’t legally get the post-war life that they deserve bc the republic isn’t letting her go

other clones help ba smuggle jacob (yogurt was listed as an emotional support animal) off-planet and they settle down in a house they build together. there’s a wraparound porch, a porch swing, fence for yogurt, etc.

since the republic doesn’t know what to do with the baby clones, kamino is commandeered and turned into a clone adoption agency. jacob and ba end up adopting four little boys who are their absolute world. they’re batchmates and were toddlers when adopted (so like 2-3 standard years, 1-1.5 clone years)

cabuor - his name is mando’a for “protect”; the oldest of the four, as he’s older he is the most protective of his bros. is basically jamie 2.0 and even tho he loves saviin they butt heads A LOT.

saviin - name is “violet” in honor of the 25th’s paint colors. jort 2.0. absolutely chaotic but highly lovable. there’s a problem? 99% chance sav caused it. first to start trusting ba and jacob. is the kind of child you would want to put on a leash

ciryc - his name means “cold” simply bc he runs colder than the rest of them. from the time they knew how, they would all dogpile w ciryc on the bottom to keep him warm. gets free pass to snuggle closest to jacob to get warmer faster. will steal jacob’s shirts (that once belonged to ba). sunshine baby!!!

meer - personification of 🥺. got his name from jacob who affectionately calls him a meerkat (he’s smaller and skinnier than the rest). jacob has a second shadow and his name is meer. has mute spells similar to when ba was young but eventually they only happened when he was startled/in new environment

so the boys were hesitant abt their new parents at first. it was only marginally easier for them to warm up to ba bc he was a clone but it took them nearly a year of living together for them to look at jacob and think “this woman is mom-shaped”

but once they get comfortable with her, these boys are all 100% mama’s boys

jacob has a metal spine (incident during her training) that clicks when she walks/moves/does anything. ba and jacob hear it and think of the trauma that led to it, but the boys hear it and their young minds correlate it to “mom, safe, comfort”

it leads to them being able to know when jacob is close to finding them during games of hide-and-seek

ba and jacob both get tattoos that represent their sons (and yes, yogurt too)

jacob has tattoos of handprints of ba, the boys, & yogurt’s paw on her back

ba would get tiny ones for the boys: a meerkat silhouette, a splash of purple “paint”, a shield, and a snow cloud

then he gets a massive one for jacob — a copy of her metal spine tattooed over his

jort:

he’s a bastard child and is proud to be one

scout & chaos bisexual

is a whore at first but when he’s w someone, has eyes for only them

got his name when he turned his blacks into a crop top and short shorts while on felucia during a heatwave

he ended up getting a handprint tattoo on his thigh/ass bc of how often he was smacked when he wore the short shorts

he and ba have joint ownership of best older brother ™️ title to naturally, a soft and pure medic-in-training (refer to 13x7=28 for details)

prankster af

look into his eyes, there is nothing behind his eyes except for elevator music. the only time he’s allowed more than one coherent thought is when the dvd icon hits the exact corner of the screen

will play up his dumbassery around ppl he’s uncomfortable with

will bully/blackmail his bros into going to the medbay — “don’t make nat’ika sad by hiding things, he only wants to help you” bc jort isn’t gonna get caught slippin. you won’t know he’s soft on you until he’s mother-henning you the way ba and naturally do for literally everybody

can bullshit his way out of any situation

isn't the best w crying ppl and will just try to make them laugh and hope that someone that can talk abt said emotions arrives soon usually this person is ba

“and i also don’t want me to be doing what i’m doing”

ends up dating the daughter of a very prominent mob boss who runs a fashion company in the form of seven feet and eight inches tall belladonna tomb, bella for short

has no idea whatsoever that he’s dating the daughter of a very prominent mob boss

bella thinks it’s an unspoken agreement to not bring it up but jort just. doesn’t know.

since bella is seven foot eight, jort can fit into her tops and is unashamed to wear “women’s clothes”. bella will design him clothes (and LOVES to be a model for bella’s clothes). his civvie fashion is comparable to harry styles

bella’s species is half soleon/half skeleton-monster-thing (soleons are an original lion-like species & the skeleton details are all made by cap, mentioned above) (also bella’s partly translucent and you can see some organs thru her torso) and she has talons and very pointy teeth and eyes that slightly glow jort ends up getting a tattoo of her teeth marks in his ass opposite to the handprint but that’s another story

when him and bella start becoming intimate, there are lots. of. marks. teeth, talons, you name it. the medics (esp no, poor man) are frightened that jort is bragging about these marks

then jort has the brilliant idea of sneaking his giant mob boss girlfriend into the barracks while on leave. somehow, maker only knows how, but NO ONE NOTICES until

late that night when everyone’s sleeping, her and jort are sharing his bunk (it’s a tight fit but they make it work). no is doing bed checks to make sure his bros are doing okay, as a concerned medic does. since bella is dark grey in color, she blends in to the dark barracks.

jort starts to fall from the bunk in his sleep and no sees that he’s abt to fall (but does not see bella) and just as no walks to jort’s bunk to fix him, a finely manicured and taloned hand snatches him back into the bunk and gives no a death glare and she deadass GROWLS

poor medic thinks his bro is abt to get eaten by a monster but doesn’t actually do anything to protect his bro from the “monster”

no immediately runs to find who and wakes up nearly everybody in the process. by the time no returns to the barracks with who in tow, jort is awake and is like “hey guys what’s up”

“WHAT IS UP?! THERE’S A KRIFFIN MONSTER WITH CLAWS IN YOUR BUNK!!” “oh no this is bella. bella, meet the boys. the boys, meet bella.” “hi”

ba wakes up during no’s windows shutdown, looks around and sees everyone wide ass awake and then sees bella and jort, “oh hey bella” and then goes back to sleep bc he knew bella

jort did hold ba’s hand while his bro got the spine tattoo for jacob

[sugarbooger513]

Moving On Chapter Three

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of sexual stuff, and soft Aizawa (but who doesn’t love that?) Enjoy <3

"Ready to head out, Pumpkin?" Jasper grabs her work badge with a smile. "Yeah, I am. I'll see you later, dad. I love you." "Love you too, Jas." Papa holds the passenger seat open for his daughter with a bright smile. Once he gets into the driver's side, he gives her a wink. "Should I stop for coffee?" "Ummm, I-" Her phone ringing cuts her off. "Mic? Why are you calling me before work?" "Sorry, baby, but Sho and I stopped a the coffee shop. He was wondering if you wanted anything, but he felt too awkward to ask." "M-Mic! What the fuck, man?!" Jasper can't help but giggle at the outburst from Aizawa. He's too kind for his own good, honestly. "Funny you ask that because Papa and I were about to head there." "Oh! You should totally have breakfast with us! He can, too, or he can just drop you off and we'll take you to work." Jasper glances at Papa, who smiles. "I can drop you off and get something for me and dad before leaving. Do they wanna bring you home?" "That sounds fine, right Sho?" "Sure, I don't mind."  "You two are the absolute best. I'll see you in a few." "D'aawww. See ya." Mic hangs his phone up, smirking at his best friend. "She said that we're the best. Both of-" "Why did you say it like that, Mic? Now I sound like I'm obsessing over her or something!" Mic holds his hands up with a small chuckle that makes Aizawa's blood boil. If they were home, he would beat the hell out of him, but getting arrested doesn't sound very appealing at the moment. "It does not, Sho. You just sound like a caring friend. Nothing is wrong with sounding like you care about her, dude." Aizawa crosses his arms over his chest. He knows that, somewhere in his mind. "Joke wouldn't like-" "Joke won't like that we're taking her home today. What's your point?" He hates to admit it, but Mic has a point. Joke would absolutely kill him if she knew about them hanging out with Jasper outside of work. He glances at his phone, frowning at the sheer number of texts she sent him last night. At one point she even had the nerve to call him a waste of a hero license. He didn't tell Mic about that one. It kills him knowing how much Mic worries about him, and worrying him more would just dig the knife deeper. "Baaaabyyyy!" Mic throws his arms out to wrap Jasper in a hug the moment she walks in. Aizawa smiles at her, but his eyes lock with her father's. He might be smaller than Aizawa, and quirkless, but this is Papa's baby girl, his pumpkin. He's willing to throw himself in an unbeatable situation for her. He holds his hand out to Aizawa while Jasper works to pry the happy blonde off of her. "Carson. It's nice to meet you, Aizawa." "Shouta, please. It's nice to meet you, sir." Jasper watches as they shake. Why does Aizawa look nervous? What is there to be nervous about? Mic bounds to Papa with a grin. "Hizashi, sir. Your daughter is an awesome friend!" "Yeah, I'm aware how great she is." She facepalms. "Papa, don't be rude to my friends, please?" "Okay, pumpkin. I'm gonna get me and dad something. Have fun, be safe, and text me if I need to get you from work instead." "Uh huh, get out." He chuckles before walking to the counter. "Sorry about him.. he worries no matter how old I get." Mic shrugs, and Aizawa chuckles a bit. "It's his job. We don't mind. By the way, Joke never hears about this." Jasper smiles at the dark haired man. He finds himself smiling back at her. "Whatever you want, Aizawa." The next words come out of his mouth by accident. "You're the best, Jas." Her eyes widen slightly, but she giggles at his sudden shyness. Mic's back is turned, thankfully, so Jasper sends Aizawa a wink before she walks towards the counter. Aizawa smirks a bit, but it's hidden by his capture weapon. 'What a little tease..' The thoughts are terrible, he knows, but he hasn't seen someone this way in what seems like forever. Joke has treated him like garbage in their relationship, but thinking this while still with her is so wrong. At the same time, Jasper curses herself in her own mind for the way her heart is racing. 'So much for being into women, dumbass'. Still, she knows that Rumi is the one that has her heart.. right? Sure, Rumi has been in a bad mood, and she has every right to be in one, but it's just a bump in the road. They'll pull through and be strong. But what if they don't? "Pumpkin," Papa places a warm cup in her hand, "I went ahead and got you some breakfast. Here's a muffin, now go enjoy time with your friends. I'll see you this evening." "I love you, Papa." "I love you too, Pumpkin." She watches Papa walk out before going to sit in front of Mic and Aizawa. The two men smile fondly at her. Is she imagining the gleam in Aizawa's eyes? Or the way he can't quite meet her eyes, and instead lets his gaze travel towards her nose, or her mouth? He calmly sips his black coffee, one hand kept on the capture weapon around his neck out of habit. "Hey, 'Zawa." "Hmm?" "How exactly does your scarf work? Is it just.. activated with your quirk?" He chuckles, slightly adjusting the material. "I mean, I guess. It's hard to explain, actually, but you have the right idea. I just think of it like Mic's directional speaker." Mic chuckles slightly. "Except mine is more flashy." Jasper giggles a bit. "I don't mind that the scarf isn't flashy. It makes you even more unique, Mr. Booboo eye." Aizawa rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face shows that he still isn't offended by the nickname. "I don't like flashy, if you can't tell." "Sho, you're so boring!" "And you're too loud, idiot." Jasper can't keep from laughing at their playful banter. They remind her a lot of her and Lilith, really. It's obvious how much the two of them care about each other, and it makes her happy knowing Aizawa always has someone to fall back on. Aizawa's phone rings, and the sight of Joke's name makes him sigh. "Hello?" "Aizawa, why haven't you answered me?" He pinches the bridge of his nose, thankful that Jasper is keeping quiet. "Sorry, I went to sleep and you know that I don't pay attention to my phone on-" "That isn't an excuse! You haven't texted me this morning either!" "Please don't cut me off, Joke. I woke up late and Mic wanted breakfast. I'm spending the day with him ra-" "I'm a bit more important than him, aren't I? I mean, we're actually dating." "No, I don't put you above Mic. Mic is my best friend, and never assume you'll ever be placed before him. I'm hanging up." "What?! Why?!" "Because I have a headache now, and I'm enjoying breakfast with my friends." He screwed that up. "Friends? Who-" "Goodbye." He hangs his phone up and flicks the little sound thing on the side to silent. Jasper can't help but feel bad for him. His eyes lost the small glow they had in an instant. Mic reaches around Aizawa and pulls his slightly smaller friend against him. "Thanks, Sho. Glad to know you love me." "Shut up, Mic. You know how I place people in my life." Jasper manages to smile at that. He takes a lot of shit from Joke, but she's glad he has a breaking point. She gets the same way about Lilith. If it ever came between her or Rumi, Lilith would win. There's no doubt in Jasper's mind about that. "Sorry about that, Jasper." "No, it's okay, but please just keep calling me Jas. I enjoy knowing you're comfortable with me, 'Zawa." She reaches across the table to place her smaller hand on top of his. His words suddenly leave his mind, but his mouth is open to say something. Mic smiles, noticing the small blush on Sho's cheekbones. 'He really likes this girl, huh? Cute.' "Say something, Sho. You look dumbstruck." "S-Shut up." He can't help but fumble his words. Her thumb glides slowly along his knuckles. Her hand is smaller than his, and so much softer. His fingers are calloused from years of working with his capture weapon, but it doesn't seem like she has done a day of hero work. He finally looks into her eyes, and he freezes slightly. She blinks worriedly at him, which makes him feel bad. There's no reason for her to worry about him. He can handle his own relationship.. can't he? "Okay, Jas, but... do me a favor?" "Of course!" She's too damn sweet. "Call me Shouta, or Sho." Her eyes widen slightly at that, and he wonders if he insisted on that too quickly. "Are you sure? I mean, we just met yesterday, and I-" "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it, Jas. That would be highly illogical." Mic snorts. "That means he's deadass, by the way." "Yeah," Aizawa chuckles and brings his coffee to his lips, "I'm deadass, I guess." Her laugh honestly makes him forget about the phone call just a few minutes ago. "Okay, Sho. If you're deadass, then I am, too." She starts to drink her coffee, hoping the cup hides the obvious redness on her cheeks. She pulls her hand away to start picking at her muffin. Honestly, breakfast isn't something she has a habit of eating. Her fathers would always make her something for breakfast, but she would usually take it to school with her and eat it through the day. It wasn't necessarily healthy, but it got her through the day, and she would eat more at dinner if she had a tough training day. "You okay there, baby?" She smiles at Mic. "Yeah, just not a breakfast person." "Us either, but I made some awesome French toast this morning that Sho refused to eat." "Mic, you burned the pan.." "That isn't the point!" She giggles and tears her muffin in half. It seems to be honey and oats, or something like that. "Sho," the nickname feels weird, "will you take this half?" "Why?" "I won't finish it, and you should have something in your system. For me?" That last part decides it for him. At this point, he isn't sure what he wouldn't do for a girl like her. "Fine, for you." Her smile widens more when he takes it and bites into it. "Huh," he looks at the muffin curiously after the taste hits his tongue, "honey and oats?" "Yeah. Papa always remembers my favorites." Aizawa smiles and takes another bite. "I never tried it, honestly. It's really good." Mic chuckles as the two of his friends talk about random stuff. He considers joining the conversations, but he doesn't want them to pry their attention from each other. Aizawa isn't interested in learning about people, but when Jasper mentions that her favorite color is grey, he can see Aizawa jot that down in his mind. Does he even know Joke's favorite color, or her favorite muffin? "What's your favorite color, Sho?" "Black, obviously. I'm boring." "Dude, my favorite color is grey, and you're the boring one??" They both laugh at that. Aizawa glances at his phone for the time, but sighs at the thirty unread text messages from the last hour. "I need to go to the bathroom, then we should get to work." The other two nod, so Aizawa gets up and walks towards the restroom. "Baby, we gotta talk." "Sure?" Jasper tilts her head. "He likes you." "Well, I like him too?" "No, dingus, I mean.. if the two of you were single I know he would ask you out." Jasper whimpers slightly. "Oh.. what makes you say that?" "Ask him what Joke's favorite things are. He won't know, but I can't see him forgetting yours. You got permission to be on a first name basis with him! Come on!" She looks at her cup, wishing that she could suddenly turn invisible. Her mind is so jumbled right now. She didn't want this. Even if Rumi wasn't in the picture, which she is, Aizawa could like her right now just because things with Joke are so bad. Plus, Joke is so much prettier than her, and it's natural that she could make him laugh with her quirk. "I think you're delusional, Mic, honestly. There's no way." "Why not?" "He has a girlfriend. Yeah, they aren't.. made for each other, but he isn't that type of guy." Mic frowns a bit. "Jasper, baby, let me tell you something about Sho.. he's a blunt guy. He's a logical guy. The only reason he hasn't mentioned anything is because you two just met. Logically, most girls would be creeped out if he told you that he had a crush on you the day after meeting you. He wants to wait it out, to settle things with Joke, and to see what you and Rumi are going through. He respects your boundaries and he wants you happy. That's Sho." She can't help but believe Mic at this point. Mic has known Aizawa for fifteen years, surely he can tell when the man has feelings for a person. "She's.. so much prettier, Mic." "Prettier? Than you? Baby, no. You have a natural glow, she tries to have that glow." The bathroom door opening makes both of them quiet down, but Mic reaches to lace his slender fingers with hers. His green eyes hold nothing but sincerity, and it makes her squeeze his hand. "Ready to go?" "'bout time, Sho. I thought you fell in." "I will hit you, Mic." Jasper giggles, catching Aizawa's attention. How ironic it is that her favorite color is the color of his eyes. Has he noticed that yet? She isn't sure he will. She stands and places a gentle hand on his arm. "Ready when you are." Mic passes Aizawa the car keys with a grin. "I call backseat. Jasper can sit shotgun." "Mic," Jasper sighs, "let me-" "Nope. Already called it!" Aizawa rolls his eyes, but shrugs. "Just do what he wants or he'll whine about it." She shrugs and follows them out. Aizawa is kind enough to open the passenger door for her, which makes Mic smirk. Such a gentleman. "Warning, buckle up," Mic chuckles once they're in the car, "Sho can't fucking drive." "I can when someone other than you is in the car." "So I'm the only one you're willing to endanger?!" "No," Aizawa smirks and glances at the blonde from the rearview mirror, "obviously myself." Jasper starts laughing uncontrollably at the playful retort. She laughs so much that she snorts, which makes the two men laugh with her. She can't help but relish in Aizawa's laugh. It's kind of quiet, unlike Mic's, but it's.. really sweet. He notices her stares and gives her shoulder a gentle shove. "Was it that funny?" "A-A little bit. Sorry." He rolls his eyes and does his best to focus on the road. It's really hard when she keeps looking at him so sweetly. "Don't apologize, Jas. I'm glad my shitty humor can make you laugh." Mic snorts. "Seriously, it wasn't even that funny." "You know what," Aizawa sighs, "fuck you." "Oooooh, when and where, big shot?" "Big shot? How about in hell because that, my good friend, is a sin." "I'll fuck Satan, too, Sho. Come on, let me get a turn with ya." Jasper covers her ears while laughing. "I'm supposed to be the gay one!" "Hey," Mic taps her shoulder, "It isn't gay if it's a three way." Aizawa pulls into the school parking lot with a chuckle. "Not into three ways, dumbass." "Not even once?" "Not a chance. I don't want you seeing my-" "I've already seen-" "Woooah! I don't wanna know this!" Jasper hops out of the car, leaving both of her friends laughing. They get out and follow on either side of her. Once they get inside, she jumps from seeing freaking All Might just standing in the hall. He smiles widely at them, holding his hand out to Jasper. "You must be the new teacher. It's nice to meet you." "Jasper. It's nice to meet you, too." All Might glances at Mic. "So, why are you two walking like you're her body guards." "That's my baby, yo!" "Please don't take him serious." All Might winks at her, letting her know that he gets it. "Jas," Aizawa taps her shoulder, "Lets go start grading. Come on, Mic." "Comiiiing." While walking down the hall, a familiar voice stops Jasper in her tracks. "Daedalus, I know you aren't going to forget that I work here." She turns, meeting navy blue eyes. "M-Midnight!" Her old mentor smiles widely before wrapping Jasper in a tight hug. "You look like you're doing well. How are you and Mirko?" Of course she would ask that. She loves hearing about Jasper being happy. "Oh.. we're.. yeah. It's not so good right now, but-" "I'm sorry for asking, Jasper. Don't talk about it if you don't want to." She smiles, relishing in the feeling of Midnight's arms around her. However, Aizawa's eyes are wide. Did she just say her and Mirko aren't doing well? There's no way she could be going through what he is. He won't stand seeing her being torn down like he is. His fists tighten at his sides, which catches Mic's attention. "Yo," Mic starts whispering, "what's wrong?" "Did you not hear her? She said her and Mirko are going through-" "Sho," Mic narrows his eyes, "are you in any position to be worrying about a relationship other than yours? I'll handle talking to her." He's right. Mic is almost always right. Jasper might get upset if he, of all people, has the nerve to ask about it. He uncurls his fists and meets Midnight's gaze. "Go do whatever you were doing, Jasper, but we have to catch up. Lunch with me and the two amigos there?" "I would love that! I'll see you then, boss." "I'm just Nemuri now, kid." Jasper walks back to Aizawa and Mic, flinching when she sees an unfamiliar glare in Aizawa's eyes. "Ignore him, baby. Come on, we gotta talk." Mic places an arm around her shoulder and leads both her and Aizawa to the 1-A classroom. When they get inside, Aizawa shuts the door while Mic rushes to grab the stack of papers that have yet to be graded. "It's mostly English worksheets and history stuff. Take your pick." Jasper takes a stack of the worksheets and settles into the seat next to Aizawa's. Mic pulls a chair in front of them and smiles. "Don't hesitate to ask me if you have a grammar question. Anyways, how are you?" "I'm.. fine? Why?" "We heard that you and Mirko are rocky. I just wanna check in and see if you need to talk about it." Damn, Mic is a good friend. Jasper sighs a bit. "I don't want to be a burden to y'all." "I wouldn't ask if I thought you would be a burden, baby. You can tell us anything, and it will never leave this classroom. I promise." "Me too." Aizawa pats her shoulder softly before going back to marking up the history work in front of him. "Well," Jasper sighs, "Rumi is just very unhappy with me taking this job. She wants me to stay as a full time hero and do more jobs with her." Mic glances at her over the rim of his glasses. "Really? She isn't happy for you." Ouch. That makes a few tears form in her eyes. Still, she forces them away so she can speak. "I guess not. That.. doesn't sound good, does it?" "Not at all, baby. Look me in the eyes and tell me something." When she meets his eyes, he removes his glasses. "How bad is it screwing with your mental state? Just from yesterday to today, something is missing in the way you speak. I don't like it." There it is. She chokes on her words, covering her mouth. Mic reaches and brushes a small curl behind her ear. "You can cry, baby. No one will judge you."   Her eyes close, and a sob finally breaks through her gritted teeth. Mic moves quickly around the table and pushes her chair back far enough to kneel in front of her shaking body. His long arms pull her into him gently, and he kisses her temple. "Shhh.. I've got you. Let it all out." Aizawa's eyes widen, and his chest hurts from hearing her cry. He feels like he should be in Mic's position, but he knows that isn't true. Mic is great at giving comfort to people. Hell, he's been keeping Aizawa sane since they met. After a few minutes, she leans up, finally able to get her thoughts together. "I.. I apologize. Last night, after she pretty much hung up on me, I realized that something has to change. If I don't leave this job.. I have a feeling she'll leave me." Mic stands just to sit on the table in front of her. "I won't tell you what to do, baby, but if you like this job, you can lose someone who doesn't support you." She nods, completely understanding where he's coming from. From the outside looking in, she would tell herself the same thing. Rumi has been childish about Jasper moving on from hero work, that much is obvious.   "I'm not leaving. I already enjoy this job, and I haven't worked with the kids yet. I.. I'm meant for this." Mic slides his glasses back on his face. "Good. I think all of the students will love your personality. I'm gonna get some waters and snacks for in here. Keep her company, Sho." Aizawa almost curses when Mic actually leaves the room. He hates that he's bad at dealing with emotions. Hell, he can't even properly process his own. Still, he has this.. urge to hug her and tell her that everything is going to work out. "Sorry, Sho." "Sorry?" Jasper chuckles dryly at his obvious confusion. "I'm a mess. You seem uncomfortable." "No, I'm fine. I'm just.. bad at emotions, you know?" "I think I like that about you, honestly." He tilts his head, pressing for her to continue. "I mean, in a way, we compliment each other. I process too many emotions, and it makes me try to force my way into everyone's issues. You know when to back off." He frowns a bit from that. She sees her compassion as a problem? She sees that her being a true hero is a problem? "Well," Aizawa sighs thoughtfully, "the fact that I back off shows that I can't even process my own emotions correctly. It also makes people more hostile towards me. I.. am much harder to get along with." Jasper looks from the floor to his grey eyes. They're intense, but somehow soft at the same time. "I don't have a hard time getting along with you, Sho." His genuine smile makes her stomach lurch. "I mean, in a way, we must compliment each other, Jas." His eyes go back to what he was previously grading, but she still takes a second to stare at him. He really turned her own words against her like that. She smiles and goes back to the English worksheets. "I'm back! I got some sour candies, some spicy, and some sweets." "Mic," Aizawa sighs, "we ate not an hour ago." "I know, but sad females love candy and shit don't they?" Jasper almost quite literally falls out of her chair from laughing. At least he's trying. It's sweet. "Oh my god, boom boom baby, you're a riot." "Anything to get you smiling again, baby. I know you like sour stuff." She takes the gummies happily and pats his gloved hand softly. Mic passes Aizawa some cinnamon candy, which makes him smile a bit. Mic is the healthy middle of him and Jasper when it comes to people. He remembers everything about everyone. He makes sure to keep everyone in a good mood, and can take the time for himself if his emotions are overwhelming him. Aizawa will never speak about the times out loud, but there have been nights Mic has quite literally held him for an entire night because his own emotions made him collapse. "You like spicy?" "Not necessarily. Sweets just aren't my favorite." "I get that, but I'm a cry baby when it comes to spicy." Aizawa chuckles. At least she's honest. "That's precious, Jas." She blushes slightly, but laughs it off as she pulls a sour gummy out. "Here then, Booboo eye, humor me." Aizawa holds his hand out to accept the gummy. As soon as he puts it in his mouth, his face wrinkles up from the acidic taste. Of course she gave him a lemon one to spite him. Still, hearing her small giggles makes him grin a bit. "Lemon, really?" "All or nothing, sir." He raises a dark eyebrow at the small nickname. That's a dangerous game to play with him. Still, he can control himself very well. The three amigos get back to grading the stacks of papers. It takes until lunch, but they finally manage to set all of them in the 'graded' pile that Mic so kindly pointed out. "So," Mic stands and stretches his long arms high above his head, "are we still eating with Midnight?" Aizawa seems to bite his cheek at that question. He really wants to, geez he hasn't had lunch with Mic and Midnight together in what feels like forever, but he's already pretty much hiding his friendship with Jasper. Still, when her bright blue eyes light up even more, he can't help but nod. "We told her we would, so of course we are. Jasper, what do you want for lunch?" She tilts her head curiously, but Aizawa only smiles. "I'm going to pick sushi up from the cafeteria. I can grab you and Mic something while you go find Midnight." "I can-" "She likes sushi, and I'll take some soba. Thanks, Sho." Once Aizawa leaves, Jasper smacks Mic on his arm. "Owww! That hurt, baby." "Why did you-" Mic hold his hand up to silence her. "It's his love language. Let him feel good about helping out in any way he can." She can't come up with an argument against that. Still, she hates letting people get her things. But she also gets it. Her love language is acts of service, so she adores helping out the people she cares about.   Mic pulls out his phone to call Midnight, so Jasper checks her text messages. Lilith sent one, letting her know that she'll be at Papa and dad's house later tonight. Mirko also sent a few. Apparently she went by the apartment and didn't understand why no one was there. "Hey," Jasper taps Mic's shoulder, "I need to call Mirko." "Do what ya need baby. We're eating in here, so I gotta call Sho." She quickly steps out into the hallway to dial Rumi's number. She places the phone to her ear just as she sees Midnight turn the corner. "Hey, bunny, where the hell are you?" "Rumi, dear, I'm at work. It's a week day." "So you were serious about being a teacher? Are you even qualified to do that, Jasper?" Jasper sighs and waves her old mentor inside. Midnight stands still, her head tilted curiously. "Rumi, they need the help. Plus, I'm catching up with some old friends of-" "What about our hero work? You finally have a name for yourself, after all the work we put into it." "And the people who see me as a great hero will understand. Rumi, this isn't something I'm willing to debate." "Why not?" "Rumi," Jasper finally hardens her voice, "end of discussion. I'm not defending myself anymore. Now, I need to eat lunch so I can get back to work. I love you." Rumi just hangs the phone up. Jasper looks into Midnight's concerned stare and manages a smile. "She'll be okay." "I'm not worried about her, Jas. However, I am proud of you for standing your ground." Jasper smiles at that and walks back into the classroom. "Hey baby," Mic glances over at the two women entering the room, "I told Sho to grab enough soy for everyone. I don't know how you like your sushi. You good?" "I'm fine, Boomboom baby. Thank you." His grin sends a calming wave through her. "Anything for you, baby." Aizawa returns shortly after, and Midnight wastes no time in hugging her dear friend, once he sets all of the food down of course. Aizawa freezes, but gives her a small pat on her back. "I miss seeing you, Aizawa." "I.. I miss you, too, Nem." Midnight pinches his cheek affectionately, which makes him groan. "Still not cleaning up the stubble?" "I like it, mother." "Jasper," Midnight sighs dramatically, "you have some kind of style, I think. Don't you think he would look handsome with it at least cleaned up a little? Or maybe keep this mop of hair out of his face?" "Mop?!" Jasper giggles at their playful banter. It's nice knowing he really does have more than just Mic, even if Joke doesn't like it. "Well.. uhh.." "Nem, don't put her in an odd position-" "Oh, Aizawa," Midnight playfully shoves him, "no one mentioned positions, but I can tell you that our lovely Jasper is a strict bottom." Jasper and Aizawa share a wide eyed look, and both of their cheeks glow crimson. Mic bursts out laughing, and ends up needing Aizawa to save him from choking on soba. "M-Midnight," Jasper's voice is a squeak, "w-what the fuck?!" Midnight winks at her former apprentice. "I love embarrassing you, oh so much. Plus, did you honestly think you could hide it forever?" Jasper tries to laugh the whole thing away. "I don't just go around telling people about my bedroom privacy, you know." "Why did you apprentice under Nem, then?" Aizawa has a point. Still, Jasper covers her face from his stares. "I thought she was nice.." "I am nice, dear, but it's nothing you should be ashamed of." "I-I'm not ashamed.. just embarrassed at the moment." When she uncovers her face, Aizawa is standing there, placing a plate of sushi on the table in front of her. "No matter how shy you are right now, you need to eat." That small act makes her smile. "Thank you, Sho." He smiles and grabs his own sushi. "May I sit next to you?" "Of course. You never need to ask." "Nem," Mic waves at his friend, "come here and have a chat with me." "Sure?" Once Midnight walks that way, Jasper sighs. "That was fucking awkward. I'm sorry, Sho." "Jas," he chuckles, "it doesn't bother me. I was just shocked." Jasper tilts her head as she takes a bite of her food. Once he finishes the piece of sushi in his mouth, he continues. "I don't know. For starters, she said that randomly. Also, you just seem the type to want control of any situation. I just assumed." Jasper can't contain her laughter from that. Her? In control? "It seems that you, sir, have made an ass out of yourself." "Whatever, bottom."

"That," Midnight whispers to Mic, "is why I did that." Mic smirks at the pair of new friends laughing together. "Nem," Mic nudges her, "you see it, too, right?" Midnight nods and takes a bite of the salad she got for herself. "If there's a thing like soulmates, I will swear that those two belong together." Mic nods. "I remember on the day you introduced her to us, years ago, I knew that something could blossom between them. Jasper is patient, and Sho is so damn loving. I hate how much he hides that loving side." "Well, can you blame him? Poor thing didn't have the best childhood." "None of us did, but I get it." Mic frowns just thinking of the number of times Aizawa has genuinely tried to be loving to Joke. She ignores him when he needs attention, so Mic takes it upon himself to give his best friend any ounce of attention he might need. Some nights it's simple stuff like doing chores together, and some nights he just wants someone to play a video game with him for an hour or two. However, Aizawa always wants to take care of others. He can't see Jasper ever ignoring when Aizawa needs something as simple as that.

"You're supposed to eat sushi in one bite, Jas." "Well, I'm German, so it's okay." "Oh, come on. Don't be a pansy." He chuckles and gives her a small shoulder bump. "Look, it makes me feel like a pig." "I do it. Are you trying to say something?" "Sho, you're bigger than me." "So now I'm fat?" She reaches out to shove him, but his hand grabs her small wrist easily. When her eyes widen, his head tilts to the side. "You okay?" "Yeah," Jasper giggles, "your hands are just.. very large compared to mine." He chuckles and lets go of her wrist. He opens his hand, signaling for her to place hers against his. When she does it, she doesn't miss the silent squeal that Mic makes. Does he have to keep staring at them? He makes a point by enclosing the tips of her fingers with his. "You are so small, Jas." Her cheeks warm from how sweet he's looking at her. "I-I make up for it with my weight, though." Something in his gaze hardens. When she freezes, he takes his hand and pulls her into a hug. It feels natural for her to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his shoulder. He smiles at the warmth from her body against his. "You're absolutely beautiful, Jas, so never put yourself down." Her grip on him tightens slightly. When they pull away from each other, Aizawa grabs their plates with a smile. "Let me take these. I'll be back in a bit, then we can clock out." "Already?" "Half day since the kids aren't here. I'll take you back to your parent's house." When he leaves, Jasper can't help but look over at Mic and Midnight. "He... he really does like me, doesn't he?" "Baby, he is smitten with you." Mic chuckles. Midnight takes a second to walk over to her before answering. "Rumi doesn't have your heart anymore, I can tell." She hates this. She hates that, in a way, Midnight is right. She loves Rumi, and she will always love Rumi, but something has been off lately. It was off before she even took the job at UA, but she never paid attention to it. At this point, she isn't sure that she would rather stay with Rumi than talk to Aizawa about their feelings. "Ready to head out, Jas? Mic?" Mic shakes his head. "Just pick me up after. I need to talk to Nezu." Aizawa shrugs, but smiles at Jasper so sweetly. His mind is also full of so many thoughts. He hasn't told Joke that he.. loves.. her because he was never sure. Now, he's sure that he doesn't, and he needs to talk to her about it. As of right now, Jasper has made him feel more alive in two days than he has in his entire relationship. Needless to say, the two of them need to think everything through, and it starts with tying off some loose ends.

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Can You Keep Up? - Colby Brock x Reader (curvy)

“Sam!” Colby whisper yelled. “I swear to god there is someone upstairs.”

Looking at the camera, Sam silently pondered their best move. “Well, lets hide for a few and we’ll see if we hear anything else. We’ll be back in a few minutes guys.” He then shut the camera off.

“Over here”. Colby led Sam to a dark corner of the abandoned building. “I don’t hear anything, but I swear I’ve seen a flashlight like 3 times.” Colby explained to Sam.

“Maybe it’s just another kid like us. We run into other explorers all the time.” Sam replied.

The duo waited it out. After not seeing or hearing anyone for about 10 minutes, they turned the camera back on.

“We’re going to try to get to the roof to place our sticker. We’re just going to try to be extra quiet just in case we run into someone.” Colby said, passing the camera back to Sam.

They made it to the top floor, circling the different rooms trying to find a way to the roof.

“See that.” Colby pointed towards a collapsed staircase. “Guys I don’t think we’re going to make it to the roof.”

“Is there no other way up?” Sam asked, shining his flashlight around.

“I mean, it looks like we can climb those bricks, but then we’d have to jump all the way to that platform.” Colby replied, his tongue sticking out of his mouth and a look of concentration on his face.

“You’re the ninja.” Sam laughed.

“Fuck it. I’ll try.” Colby said, taking off his backpack and making sure his shoes were tied tight. “If I make it you can chuck me our stuff and try to climb up.”

On his first attempt, Colby mis-stepped and skinned his shin, landing back on the concrete ground. “Oh fuck me, that hurt.” He yelled, his leg stinging too much for him to stay quiet.

“Hello?” the boys heard a girl call out. “I’m carrying protection. You don’t want to mess with me.”

“I fucking told you there was someone else here!” Colby whisper yelled. He looked down and realized his hand and shin were covered in blood.

“Hello?” Sam called out. “We aren’t here to hurt anyone. We’re just filming a YouTube video.”

“Deadass?” The girl chuckled.

“I swear on my life.” Colby called back out, laughing at her odd response. “You don’t happen to have a band-aid or something do you?”

Hearing Colby mention a band-aid, Sam looked down finally seeing Colby’s injury. “Oh shit, are you okay dude?”

The girl looked down, the two guys unaware they were being watched. *They look harmless* she thought. *Cute even.* She jumped down from the platform Colby had been trying to get to, scaring the shit out of both of them.

“Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Colby half shouted, leaning back against the wall and placing his hand over his heart. Hearing her laugh, he looked her up and down. She was a curvy girl, that’s for sure. Cute style. *How the fuck did she make it up there?* Colby thought, his pride slightly wounded. She had on black skinny jeans and a baggy black tank top with holes in it. Underneath you could see what looked like a black sports bra. A few tattoos sprawled across her skin.

“By the looks of the bloody hand print you just left on your shirt, I don’t think a band-aid would help you much.” The girl said, concern on her face. Colby realized he had been staring at her and blushed. “What happened?” She asked, kneeling down by Colby and opening her bag.

“He was trying to jump to the platform you just effortlessly jumped off of.” Sam snarked, still filming. Showing the platform with the flashlight.

“Hey!” Colby laughed. “It was my first try. I would have made it up there.”

“I’m sure you would have, stud.” She laughed. “Can I take a look?”

“Pet names already, baby? You can look at anything you want.” Colby tried to say in a sexy voice, but he hissed when she tried pulling his jeans to the side to see the wound.

“Is this what he does when he’s in pain or is he like this all the time?” she looked at the camera laughing and then at Sam.

“It’s probably a mix of both, honestly.” Sam laughed. “I’m Sam.” He introduced himself.

“My name is y/n.” she replied. “What’s yours?” She asked, looking at the injured boy. *Cute. Definitely cute.* she thought.

“Colby.” He replied. “Y/n, I’d shake your hand, but as you can see.” He waved his bloody hand in the air.

“Well Colby, how do you feel about me cutting the hole in your jeans bigger?” She asked. “You already ripped through a little when you fell.”

“No way! These are the jeans I wore to our first bando!” Colby replied.

“Then your options are to continue bleeding until you possibly pass out or take them off.” She laughed, opening the first aid kit she always kept in her bag.

“Trying to get me naked?” Colby smirked.

“Nah, I tend to go for dudes who can keep up with me.” y/n stared into his blue eyes with a smirk on her face.

Sam laughed, turning the camera on himself. “I’d normally say that Colby has the upper hand in any flirting situation, but I think he’s met his match.”

“Brother! Why are you filming me losing my dignity!” Colby laughed, trying to shimmy out of his jeans. “I could keep up with you. Patch me up and I’ll prove it.” He cockily said, finally getting his jeans over the gash in his leg. Adrenaline was coursing through him, so even though he was in pain, he felt like he had a lot of energy.

“Okay, pumpkin. I’ll even give you a head start.” Y/n joked. “This is going to sting a little bit.” She said, spraying some rubbing alcohol on the wound so she could wipe it clean.

“Fuck, shit, damnit, balls, fuuuuuuck.” Colby said, swearing as quietly as he could.

“I’m sorry.” She replied, giving him a sympathetic look. “Good news, you didn’t go down to the bone. Bad news, you’re going to need stitches.” She reached into the first aid kit, grabbing some butterfly bandages.

“How did you even cut yourself that bad?” Sam asked, dragging the flashlight along the wall looking for where Colby busted his shin. “Oh shit!” he said, walking towards a piece of metal sticking out of the wall. “Your blood is all over this.”

“Jeez, babe.” Y/n said, looking up at the metal bracket hanging out of the wall. “No wonder it went right through your jeans.”

“I..I didn’t even see it.” Colby replied. His mouth had gone dry the second Y/n used another pet name so he kind of stuttered before regaining his composure. “Fuck, that hurts.” Colby shot his hand out, gripping her shoulder.

“I know it sucks, but if it starts to heal open you’ll have a big nasty scar and they may not give you the stitches you need. It’ll take twice as long to heal.” She reassured him. “Why don’t you talk. It’ll distract you.” y/n suggested.

“What should I talk about?” Colby grimaced as she pinched the wound together to add another butterfly bandage.

“Tell me about yourself.” y/n replied.

Sam put the camera on the ledge to continue recording the scene in front of him and sat down next to Colby’s leg to shine his flashlight on the wound so y/n could see better.

“I don’t know what to say.” Colby replied. He realized he had been squeezing her shoulder and quickly retracted his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You didn’t hurt me or anything.” Y/n said in a soothing voice. “Tell me about why you make YouTube videos.” She continued.

“Sam and I were really bored with ‘normal’ life bullshit.” Colby said, using air quotes. “We knew there was something more out there for us.” He hissed, feeling y/n pinch another section of the wound. “And we wanted to help people.” He continued. “I mean, I know you probably don’t believe it, but the sexy specimen before you used to be a lost, insecure, nobody.” He laughed.

Sam chuckled watching Colby ramble.

“Colby, nobody is a nobody.” y/n said, looking up at him. “And it doesn’t matter how sexy you are, everyone is insecure.” Letting her gaze linger a few seconds longer than she intended, she looked back down and continued patching up his leg. *Way to make things serious for no reason y/n! He’s going to think you’re a freak* she internally kicked herself.

“You’re right.” Colby’s voice caught in his throat. “I felt like a nobody. Sam and I found each other and suddenly, I wasn’t so lost anymore. Together we kind of made this goal…this plan to be something bigger than what we were. Once we realized that a lot of our fears and hang-ups were just in our heads, we wanted to help other people get out of that place.” He hissed in pain when she got to a slightly worse part of the gash.

“Two more butterfly bandages and I’ll wrap up your leg. You’re almost there.” y/n reassured him, smiling up at him. “It’s cool that you guys wanted to help people. Kids need someone to look up to that they can relate to.”

“It’s crazy. We’re friends now with some of the people we looked up to.” Colby laughed. “We were 100% balls deep committed to our plan, but we never thought we’d make it as far as we have.”

“So, I take it you guys are pretty big on YouTube?” She asked, finishing up the bandaging by wrapping his leg in an ace bandage to keep the smaller bandages in place.

“We do alright.” Colby smirked at her.

“I meant to ask earlier, but are you okay if we post this on our channel?” Sam asked, walking back to the camera.

“Sure thing.” She replied, “You can put your pants back on now, Colby.”

He laughed. “I kind of forgot I wasn’t wearing any.” She helped him stand so he could carefully slip them over the bandages. “It already feels better.” He said, kind of swaying on his feet. “Fuck, I feel dizzy.”

“You lost quite a bit of blood there, cutie. Let’s not have you fall and hurt yourself again.” She said, putting her backpack on and throwing his arm over her shoulder. “Did you guys drive here?”

“No, we ordered an uber.” Sam said, slinging on his own backpack and grabbing his phone to order another car.

“Well this one needs to go to the emergency room, so why don’t I drive you guys there?” she offered. Colby was leaning quite a bit of his weight on her now that the adrenaline had left his system.

“If you don’t mind, that would literally be perfect.” Sam replied, turning his flashlight towards the direction they needed to walk to get out. “Are you sure you’ve got him?” he asked.

“I’ve got him. Don’t worry.” Y/n looked over at Colby and realized he was staring directly back at her.

“She’s got me, alright.” Colby half slurred, smiling.

The three of them slowly and safely made their way back down to the bottom level. They walked the long way around the field so that Colby didn’t chance tripping over holes in the dirt and grass.

“Let’s get you laid down in the back, Colby.” Y/n said, hitting the unlock button on her car’s key fob.

“Don’t make me sit alone.” Colby said, getting into the back-seat ass first so he didn’t hit his leg.

“Oh, come on, now. You were so cocky upstairs.” Y/n laughed. “Surely you can sit by yourself for 30 minutes while we get you to the hospital. You need the room to keep your leg elevated.”

“I wasn’t being cocky, I was being brave.” Colby said, sticking his bottom lip out and crossing his arms.

“Well keep it up, brave boy. I promise I’ll sit with you in the waiting room.” She said, pushing his hair out of the way and leaning down to kiss his forehead. *Y/n don’t fall for this boy.* she thought to herself.

Once they got to the emergency room, Y/n walked Colby in while Sam parked the car. When Sam walked into the waiting room, he took the clipboard from Y/n and started filling out Colby’s information for him.

“I don’t feel good.” Colby said, leaning his head on Y/n shoulder.

“Sam said you haven’t eaten anything today and you just had a massive adrenaline rush. You’re probably going to feel crappy for a bit.” She replied, putting her arm around him to give him some comfort. “They’ll take you back soon, though. There aren’t many people in here.”

Less than 15 minutes later, Colby’s name was called, and he was taken back to his own private room. “Can my friends come in here when I’m getting stitches?” Colby asked, panicking a bit.

The nurse answered, “You can have one person in here while the doctor is patching you up. After that you can have up to 3. Would you like me to go get someone from the waiting room?”

Colby immediately answered, “Her name is Y/n.”

When the nurse walked out into the waiting room, she called out for y/n. When she explained that Colby could only have one visitor for the next hour or so and that he’d be in the hospital for a minimum of 24 hours, Sam asked to borrow the car. “We were planning on posting this video tomorrow and my laptop is at the apartment. Do you mind if I run and grab it?”

“Not at all! Make sure to grab Some clothes for both of you. And a coffee for me if you don’t mind.” y/n replied, handing him some cash.

“Dude, I’ll buy you all the coffee you want, but keep your money. You’ve helped us so much.” Sam pushed her hand holding the money back towards her. “I’ll grab some food too.”

When Y/n followed the nurse into Colby’s room, his face lit up. “You stayed” he said, reaching out for her hand.

“Of course I stayed. How are you doing, brave boy?” she chuckled, looking at the iv in his other hand.

“Not so brave at the moment. I fucking hate hospitals.” Colby said, visibly uncomfortable. “Was Sam mad I wanted you to come back for the stitches?”

“Not at all” she laughed. “He was relieved. He took my car to go grab some stuff from your apartment.”

“Oh, thank God.” He said, releasing her hand to text Sam something. *I want him to get her one of my hoodies* he thought. Adding phone chargers to the list of shit he text Sam to grab. “They said I have to stay a full 24 hours so they can give me antibiotics and a tetanus shot” Colby said, reaching for y/n hand again.

She pulled a chair up to the hospital bed and grabbed Colby’s hand. “That’s good, though. They’ll be able to make sure you don’t get sick.”

It felt like forever before the doctor walked in and introduced himself. “I hear you have a pretty bad gash.” He said, gently unwrapping the ace bandage from Colby’s leg.

Colby winced, so Y/n answered. “Yeah, we were all on a hike and he fell. Caught his leg on a piece of metal.” Colby squeezed her hand in thanks.

“Oh, boy. You really cut yourself good, there.” The doctor said, leaning down to examine the wound. “Who bandaged this?” he asked, probing the little strip bandages.

“I did.” y/n replied. “I didn’t want it to stay dirty or start to heal open before we could get here.”

“Did you sterilize it?” he asked, looking impressed at her handiwork.

“I flooded the whole wound with rubbing alcohol and used sterile gauze to clean it out.”

“It stung like a bitch.” Colby laughed.

She started to get nervous. “Did I do it wrong?”

“On the contrary. I don’t think I’m going to remove the butterfly bandages or give him stitches. At this point it would reopen the wound and I think it’s better off healing how it is.” He removed his glasses and stood straight up. “We’ll keep an eye on it while he’s here, but Mr. Brock, I think you’re in good hands with this one.”

Colby squeezed her hand and looked over at her. “I think so too.”

The doctor replaced the outer bandages and Informed Colby his other friend could join him whenever. Colby text Sam what room he was in and soon enough, Sam walked in with a much larger backpack on, food in one hand, and a drink carrier in the other.

“How did the stitches go?” Sam asked, handing out the food and pulling out the laptop and phone chargers.

“I didn’t actually end up needing any. Y/n did such a good job, he didn’t want to redo it.” Colby answered, biting into the burger Sam had handed him. “God, this tastes so good. I was starving, brother.”

“You were also suffering from blood loss, so that burger should make you feel a lot better.” Y/n laughed, throwing a few fries in her mouth.

“I feel better already just knowing I don’t have to get stitches.” He replied, inhaling more of his burger.

It was quiet in the room for about a half hour as everyone ate and let the stress of the night slowly pass over them.

“We never filmed an outro!” Sam said, pulling out his headphones and grabbing his camera. “Lets stand on either side of Colby’s bed and do it.” Sam started setting the camera up on the tripod.

“I don’t need to be in it, I can film it for you.” Y/n said, standing up from her chair by Colby.

Colby grabbed her hand before she could walk away. “You’re definitely going to be in it.” He said, smiling up at her.

“Fine, but only because you’ve been a brave boy.” She laughed, messing up Colby’s hair. She stood on one side of the bed while Sam took his place on the other.

“I SURVIVED!” Colby half yelled, clearing his throat and fixing his messed up hair. I’m not quite sure when Sam stopped filming, so I don’t know where you saw us last, but tonight has definitely been an adventure.”

“You’ve got that right. Colby not only lost his dignity, but we made a new friend!” Sam said, gesturing to Y/n.

“And I’ve apparently found two amateurs who need some lessons in climbing” Y/n laughed.

“Hey! I’m hurt! You’re both supposed to be nice to me!” Colby fake pouted.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. These two are awesome. I can’t wait to find their channel and subscribe WHICH IS WHAT YOU GUYS SHOULD DO!” Y/n said, pointing at the camera.

“She’s a natural” Sam laughed. “How about this. If this video gets 100K likes, Y/n will go back to that bando with us and teach Colby how to get on the roof.” Sam said, looking hopefully at Y/n.

“Oh, teach COLBY, huh?” Colby snarked at Sam. “You don’t know how to, either! She’ll teach BOTH of us how to get on the roof.”

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy.” Y/n said, laughing at Colby. “And of course, I’d love to go back.”

They ended the outro after explaining again that Colby was fine and that he’d be able to go home tomorrow night.

After they talked for a bit more, Sam had his headphones in editing and Colby saw y/n gathering her things. “Are you leaving me?” he asked, a sad look on his face.

“I assumed you’d want to get some rest.” She answered, walking to the side of his hospital bed and grabbing his hand. “Sam has my number so we can definitely get you guys that second video.”

“But what if I don’t want you to go?” he stuck his bottom lip out and stared up at her with his big blue eyes.

“You need rest, Colby.” y/n said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “So do I, actually. I practically carried your ass down 5 flights of stairs.” She laughed.

Laughing, Colby scooted away from the side of the bed Y/n was standing by. “I see a perfectly good bed right here.”

“If you think my thicc ass self is going to fit in that little sliver of bed, you may have hit your head when you hurt your leg.” y/n said covering her mouth because she laughed so loud.

“yyyyy/nnnnn” Colby dragged out your name whining but also laughing. “I’m hurt. I need cuddles. I even had Sam bring you my favorite hoodie so you’d be comfy.” He finished scooting over so you’d have a little more room.

“Oh, fine. You big baby.” Y/n gave in. Plugging her phone in to charge, she grabbed the hoodie and slipped it on. She slipped off her vans and gently crawled into the hospital bed with Colby. “If we get in trouble for this, you’re taking the blame.”

“Fine with me.” Colby said, pulling y/n towards him so that she half laid across his chest. “Put your leg over here.” He said, waiting for her to throw her leg over his uninjured one.

“I don’t want to hurt your other leg.” She said, hesitating.

“You won’t. Just cuddle with me, damnit.” He chuckled, pulling y/n tighter to him.

After a few minutes of giggles and getting comfortable, Colby broke the silence.

“I never said thank you.” He said, thinking back to the events that had taken place. “Tonight could have gone so wrong for so many reasons.” He shuttered imagining that someone dangerous could have found them while he was injured, or he could have passed out leaving Sam to panic alone.

Y/n felt Colby shake and looked up at him. “Don’t worry about it. Things happen for a reason. You’re safe and I’ve got 2 great new friends.” Y/n studied the look on Colby’s face. He looked sad almost.

“No, I need to properly thank you.” He looked down at her, running his hand over her hair. “You don’t know how often Sam and I run in to people that just don’t care. You corrected me earlier tonight. You said that nobody is a nobody and that everyone has insecurities.” Colby paused, sighing. He stared at the ceiling. “I may have felt like a lost, insecure nobody when I was a kid, but honestly LA and fame and followers…It makes me way more insecure than I ever felt as a kid. Sam and I have very few real friends out here. We’re constantly making “friends” that just want something from us. And tonight, you risked your own safety to help us. You didn’t know if we would hurt you. You didn’t know we were famous. You helped us without expecting anything in return. I will never be able to thank you enough.”

Looking up at Colby, y/n saw that he was still staring up at the ceiling. She felt sad for him. “Colby.” Y/n said, reaching up to pull his gaze down to hers. “You know you deserve good things, right? You may live in a fake ass city, but I’m willing to bet that the people who meet you…even the ones that want to use you for fame, are better people because they met you. I’m very grateful I chose tonight to go to that abandoned building.”

“The doctor gave me pain meds, so if you’re mad at me for this you can blame the meds.” Colby said before leaning down and pressing his lips to y/n’s. “I’m very grateful you chose tonight to go to that bando, too.” Colby stared down at her for a few seconds before leaning back and pulling her tighter to his side. “Let’s get some rest, babe.”

Y/n could feel her lips tingle as she buried her face in Colby’s chest. She wanted to say something back, but she felt like she would ruin the moment.

Soon the both of them drifted off, exhausted from the crazy night they shared. Sam had stayed up sitting at the counter editing, consuming copious amounts of caffeine and trying to finish the video on time. It was almost 3AM when Colby had been taken to his room at the hospital and it was now almost 8am. When he decided he needed to stretch his legs, he took his headphones out and turned towards the other two. He hadn’t even realized Y/n had crawled into bed with Colby. As he gazed over their intertwined bodies, he couldn’t help but smile. Colby had text him a few times about y/n as the night had played out and Sam could tell that he really liked her. Sam grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures of them. He took a short walk through the hospital hallways to stretch his legs and went back to finish the video.

A short while later, a nurse came in to check on Colby.

“Aren’t they cute” She said, looking to Sam.

“They aren’t going to get in trouble, are they?” he asked, ready to wake them up.

“No, no, sugar. Don’t worry. The doctor won’t be back in here to check on him until around noon because you guys came in so late. I’m just going to write down his numbers and replace his IV bag and I’ll be out of here.”

Sam had finished editing the video and was using his wifi hotspot to upload it to YouTube. Y/n had given Sam her Instagram handle when he asked her what link she wanted in the video description. Waiting for the video to finish uploading, Sam went to follow her on Insta.

“Holy shit” he said, scrolling through her pictures. He realized he was already following her and that she had almost 3 million followers. Y/n’s Instagram didn’t have a single photo of herself. In fact, no one knew what she actually looked like or that it was a her. It was filled with beautiful graffiti art that she painted over bad or harmful graffiti. She would post before and after photos. She covered up racial or homophobic slurs, bad words, hateful phrases…And what she left were beautiful murals that rebelled against those slurs.

The post she had made right before meeting Sam and Colby was 2 photos from the building they had just been in. A before picture of graffiti someone had left saying “I’m worthless.” And an after picture of a mural she had painted. It was big and bright. It was of 2 people embracing each other with the words “You are worth the world” written above and below them, framing the art.

Sam liked the photo and scrolled back to the newest photo she had posted. It was a screenshot of something she had written in the notes app on her phone. It said, “I met 2 amazing people tonight.” The description under the photo read “You’re finally going to find out who I am. Make sure to Subscribe to Sam and Colby to catch the big reveal.”  

Sam laughed and pulled up a new post. He picked one of the photos he had taken of Y/n and Colby cuddled together in the hospital bed and wrote out his caption. “Sometimes when you least expect it, the best people walk into your life. New video up in 10! Make sure you don’t miss it! (ps, Colby is alive and safe. Please don’t freak out because of the hospital room. Watch the new video for the full story!)

Sam changed the video from unlisted to public and hit save. He tweeted out a few things from his twitter and the duo twitter. He uploaded the thumbnail to his Instagram story, and laid across the chairs that were in the room. He turned his phone on silent and fell asleep.

Colby woke up a bit later to the Doctor messing with his bandage. “Sorry to wake you.” The doctor quietly said.

Colby rubbed his eyes, squinting from the bright lights. “It’s okay. Do I have to wake her up or can I let her sleep?” he asked, looking down at Y/n. She was still tucked into his side, her hair flung wildly across her face and his chest.  

“You don’t have to wake her.” The doctor chuckled. “It sounds like you guys had a long night. The nurse said your friend there didn’t go to sleep until a little over an hour ago” He added, pointing at Sam.

“He must have been up editing.” Colby answered.

“Are you in much pain?” The doc asked, wrapping Colby’s leg back up.

“My leg is throbbing.” He answered honestly.

“I figured your pain meds had worn off.” The doctor said, getting ready to leave. “I’ll send the nurse in with some more and then you should get some more rest.”

“Thank you.” Colby answered, grabbing his phone and waiting for the nurse.

He opened Instagram and scrolled through his feed. He stopped at Sam’s post. He liked the photo and then read the caption. He noticed that Sam had tagged Y/n so he clicked on her profile. He was met with the same shock Sam was. “I already followed you and I had no idea.” He said, looking down at the sleeping figure beside him in awe. Hers was one of his favorite Instagram accounts. She brought so much beauty into the world.

He clicked on the story feature on his own profile. Holding his phone out far enough to get both y/n and himself in the frame, he started talking. “Hey guys, I’m sure that by now a lot of you have already watched the video. I haven’t had a chance to watch the footage because I’ve been in the hospital sleeping” he laughed, his eyes dropping down to Y/n. “I’m alive and fine, but last night was crazy. So, make sure you swipe up and watch it. I hope this beautiful girl is going to be in many more videos with us, so make sure you follow her, as well. I think many of you will be surprised to find you already follow her. I sure was.” He ended the story, added a filter, added the link, and sent it to his profile.

The nurse walked in and handed Colby some pain meds to swallow with a cup of water.

He thanked her and laid back in his bed. While he waited for them to kick in, he thought about how crazy the last 12 hours have been.

He grabbed his phone one more time, opening up the twitter app. He decided to take what Sam had written and tweet it out. With a spin.

“LA may be a fake ass city, but sometimes when you least expect it, the best people walk into your life.”

He closed his phone, brushed the hair out of Y/n’s face, pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, and fell asleep.

[starryseo]

phone number. | yang jeongin

pairing ↠ jeongin x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ just a fluffy barista au!!

wc ↠ 3229

summary ↠ jeongin likes you a latte.

warnings ↠ just jeongin being cute and in loooove. its cringey.

a/n ↠ barista!jeongin bc who doesn���t love cafe aus?

cafe glow is well-known around these parts of town bc it has such!! great!! food and drinks!

it has a real homely feel so a lot of student from the nearby schools/ unis come here

and it’s a pretty big cafe so there’s a lot of space for ppl to come in and chill, whether that be large study groups or just individuals trying to cram for upcoming tests

that homely feel?? it’s bc of all the youngsters that basically run the cafe

it’s officially owned by mr and mrs bang, but their son, chan, manages this cafe a lot since they’ve got a few other places in town to run

chan loves recruiting teens to work bc, despite their hyperactivity (esp the lot that are currently there), they’re a lot less work to deal with than grumpy adults complaining abt wages

so!!

just a few months ago, jeongin started looking around for places to work at

let’s get that bread bro

he spoke to a lot of the nearby businesses like the florist, library and pizzeria but as soon as he entered glow and saw a blond guy downing shots of black coffee as he made different drinks, he Knew he wanted to work here

he headed straight to the counter (ok ofc he waited in line first but who cares abt that)

“welcome to glow, what can i get ya?”

“hi, i was wondering if you were hiring?”

“so,” the guy - nametag reading Felix - began, leaning forwards on the counter, “you wanna join the glow gang, huh? have you got what it takes??”

maybe he should’ve thought more clearly abt this-

“felix are u creeping out kids again?? i swear this is the last time i leave you on counter duty” the black-coffee-drinking blond huffed, wiping his hands on his apron as he left the coffee machines. he nudged felix out of the way, pushing him to the machines before he turned to jeongin. “i’m sorry abt him, i don’t know why i still keep him around”

“i heard that!”

 “anyway,” the blond - nametag with Chan printed on it - grinned, “what can i get for you?”

“a job here would be great”

“you really wanna work here,,,, with that?” he pointed over to felix who looked back with a frown

“yeah, it seems pretty fun!”

“you got a cv on you?”

jeongin is a Prepared Boi. before his job hunting run he printed off multiple copies of his cv so he handed it over to chan who briefly looked over it

“when can you start working?”

“when do you need me to?”

chan let out a chuckle at that, pocketing jeongin’s cv, “swing by tomorrow at 4 and we’ll work that out, yeah?”

jeongin went home a Happy Boy and the next day at exactly 4:37 he had landed himself a sweet job at cafe glow

ever since that day a few months ago, jeongin had been learning the ins and outs of the cafe

he’s learnt all about where felix hides his ‘secret’ stash of sweets, where to kick if the machines ever go down and jisung’s ability to not stop talking

jisung’s the guy in charge of training jeongin bc chan doesn’t trust felix with another human’s life and minho, an older uni student that works here part time, is way too busy flirting with customers to get more tips those uni fees won’t pay themselves u go bby

and chan himself already has a lot to deal with since he mainly works in the kitchens

so jisung has taken jeongin under his wing and taught him how to make all drinks (despite there being a manual for this) and how to deal with the customers

and even tho jisung is only 5 months older than jeongin, he n e v e r misses an opportunity to baby the hecc out of him

“what are the different cup sizes we have?”

“uh,, small,, medium and large??”

“goSH jeonGIN you’re so smART!!!! ily!!! what cAN’T you do???”

jisung’s overdramatic as hell but he means well

and it’s always funny when jeongin teams up with felix (still a pretty rare occassion) to prank jisung

one day jeongin had a test after school so he couldn’t come by

and ofc he let chan know this in advance but he and felix decided not to tell jisung

jisung was waiting around for jeongin to come and he literally almost started crying when felix told him an hour later that jeongin wasn’t gonna come

“,,m,y bab y ? jeonginnie??? wh at do u me an,, he won’t com,e??? felix you a s s don’t l i e to m,e,, :((((”

they even got minho to record the whole thing not for free ofc, and minho’s services are n o t cheap, but it was totally worth it

felix screenshot jisung’s crying face and it’s now the display picture of their glow gang group chat

which btw never shuts up bc: during the day (and work hours) felix, jisung and jeongin will be spamming it, during the evening minho will complain abt all the uni work he’s got to do, after dinner time the youngsters are back on it sending memes until like 2am, and then by 4am chan finally gets on and complains abt the boys killing his storage with their dumb memes & he gives any updates abt the next day’s schedule if need be

it’s a great system, hella wild and random, but jeongin loves it nonetheless

now for the part where u, dear reader, come in!!

it’s just an ordinary day, a bit quieter than usual but jeongin’s not complaining bc it gives him time to finish off some of his hw while he’s at the till

he looks up when the door chime rings and

(°ロ°) ! 

he’s vvv obviously staring at u as u walk in, his pen drops on the counter and his mouth is :0

damn yn you’ve broken jeongin

but does he care???

yes

is he stopping?????

also yes but you’ve already seen his dumbstruck face and he realises he was caught just staring at u when u walk up to him with a shy smile on your face

he doesn’t know what’s come over him

and he doesn’t mean to be some typical teenage boi straight out of a high school drama

but u just look so pretty he couldn’t help but?? go heart eyes??

he’s trying not to lose his cool when u finally reach the counter

“hi!” he grins, “welcome to cafe glow, what can i get for you?”

you order your drink and watch as jeongin types away at the computer

he’s rlly hoping the screen blocks his blush bc he’s still (´♡‿♡`)’ing and he’s pretty sure he can feel his blush at this point

“is there anything else i can get you?”

your number

he finds your thinking face so cute!! the way u bite ur lip a little as your eyes glaze over the sweet treats they have on display

he d i e s when u look back up at him and ask, “anything you’d recommend?”

he keeps his cool as he says some of his fave desserts, and you choose the cheesecake

“alright! will you be eating in or is that to-glow go”

his heart swells when u laugh at his pun but he’s highkey dYinG inside bc he wants u to stay for just a little longer

he almost cries when u say you’re eating in bc !!! yes!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!! maybe he could try talking to you!!!!!

“sweet! take a seat anywhere, your food will be made shortly!”

when u go to pay for ur food he’s internally hating felix bc he swears all these mushy feelings he’s experiencing are bc felix made him watch back-to-back romance films

he’s taken money from a lot of customers but he’s never, n e v e r, wanted to just hold their hand and he’s honestly so close to just never letting go of yours rn but he mentally slaps himself

pull it together jeongin u dumbass

when u tell him to keep the change he’s just

s i g h can u get any more perfect

he yeets felix out of the way from the coffee machines and towards the till

“role change, i’m bored!”

“but chan banned me from the tills, he’s gonna kill me!”

“i’ll get jisung on you”

“uGHhgHGHghhhhh”

he’s halfway thru making ur drink when minho sliiiides next to him and slings an arm around his shoulders

“so, innie, who’s the cutie you’re serving?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

from his short time working here he knows that minho is in love with any kind of gossip and there’s no point in lying to him

esp not with this massive blush on jeongin’s face that’S STILL thERe bc jeongin peeked over and saw you taking out textbooks which means you’re gonna stay here for lo n g er than he thought

and he’s got this huge grin on his face :D

and no one’s ever that happy making coffee

esp not when felix is right next to them singing along to the twice song playing in the cafe

god knows who put felix in charge of the cafe playlist

an y w ay

“does our baby innie have a,,, crushhh on a certain someone???”

“noooooookay maybe? idk i just met them!!”

“:0!!!! our baby’s iN LOVE!!!”

minho said that so loudly!!! jeongin peered over minho’s shoulder and saw that y o u had looked up at the exclamation and he let out a sheepish laugh to try and make the scene look normal

u just grinned at him and he almost swooned

minho’s shouting alerted jisung who deadass ran from the other side of the cafe

jisung, out of breath: wh-what do u mean,, in love,,,??? you’re too young for that ://

even chan popped out from the kitchen. “jeongin loves someone?? how cute, who is it- felix, what the hell are u doing there, didn’t i ban u from the tills??”

“blame loverboy!”

“gUYsss :((( let me wORk!!”

“u do u, innie, go get ‘em tiger!” minho said, smirking as he took a step back

the other boys stayed quiet as well, chan filling up the front display with the baked goods he freshly made

jeongin quietly got to finishing off ur drink and grabbed a cheesecake slice to carry over to you

“h-hey,” he started, placing the plate and drink beside your textbook, “sorry it took so long,,,”

“that’s alright,” you smiled and all his worries literally washed away, “was everything okay back there?”

“yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly, “minho’s just easily excited and nosy, a terrible combination really”

u laughed at that and he grinned, his nerves easing away

“u guys seem really close,” when he saw u quickly look over to the counters he turned as well, just in time to see all four of them rush to try and act natural (altho jisung just dropped to the ground so he’s really a lost cause)

“they’re really crazy, but they do mean well,” he grinned, “except felix, avoid him at all costs”

“i’ll keep that in mind,” you chuckled when jeongin pointed out who felix was and felix just glared back at him, as tho he knew jeongin was talking shit abt him

“well,” he started, realising he should go bc a big group of customers had just entered, “i’ll leave u to it, i hope u enjoy ur food. let me know if u need anything else!”

he headed back to the counter, a HUGE grin on his face, he’s so glad his back is to u bc he’d be so embarassed if u saw

it’s bad enough minho saw and is non-stop teasing him abt it now

throughout his shift minho was just taunting him, cooing “innie’s in love~”

as he was dealing with other customers and running around the cafe, he’d make quick eye contact with u and each time he did, u let out the softest smiles, he’s pretty sure he’s never smiled this much

abt an hour later when the rush had died down, jeongin looked over to see that!!! u were still there!!!!!

he fixed up a quick mango smoothie, smth he always found super refreshing, and headed over to your table

“h-hey?” he tapped your shoulder when he noticed u had your headphones in

“oh, hey! i, uh, i didn’t order this?”

“yeah, it’s,, it’s on the house, thought you might need a pick-me-up, you’ve been working rly hard”

“ahh thank you!!!” u grinned at him so cutely, “would u like to sit down?”

he nodded too enthusiastically but he hopes u didn’t pick up on that ((u did)) as he sat down opposite you

for the next 30 mins? hour?? neither of u know

u guys just talked

he’s thanking god that there was no rush in customers bc he enjoyed spending time just talking to u

the conversation seemed to flow so?? naturally???

he found out ur name and that u go to a nearby school sadly not the same one as him

and u were taking the scenic route home instead of ur normal walking path or using the bus which is why he’d never seen u before

he’s so glad that fate brought u here today tho!!!! eternally grateful that u made that wise choice!!!

when ur phone buzzed with a message from ur family he finally realised that it was getting late

he watched almost in tears as u packed ur stuff up, thanking him for the drinks and snacks that he definitely didn’t steal from felix’s hidden stash

he went back to the counter, stars in his eyes as he leaned against the counter, opposite minho who was chilling by the till

“so, how’d it go? did u get their number??”

jeongin: (❤ω❤) 

jeongin, 0.02 secs later: ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

felix, jumping in: “pls don’t tell me u spent all that time,,,,, and u didn’t get their number-”

minho: “loverboi was too busy making moves, eh?”

jeongin’s mood instantly dropped and he was so close to just headbutting the counter then and there

what if u never come back????

what if u came back when he wasn’t there?????

what if you’re on ur way here but then u see another cafe and u go there instead and fall in love with a barista there???????

jeongin’s 2 seconds away from pouting for all eternity when chan comes over and pats him on the back, “i’m sure they’ll come back!”

jeongin’s praying the old man’s right

and he is!!!!!!! cliche ik

u didn’t come back the next day which broke jeongin’s heart and he was honestly so close to losing all hope bc he’s incredibly dramatic like that

but u come back the day after!!!

jeongin’s wiping down a table when u enter and u spot him instantly and wave

he waves back but the cloth he’s holding slips from his hand onto the ground

and he rushes to pick it up but hits his head on the table when he tries standing up again

and he’s in so much pain but he just nervously laughs it away esp when he sees ur half worried, half trying-not-to-laugh-aloud face

when he sees u walking to him -- not the counter -- he’s counting to 100 in 3 seconds to try and calm himself down to not look like even more of a fool

“is the table okay?”

“yeah, i’m alri- hey, rude!” he pouts, faking a sniffle and rubbing his head

“i’m kidding, jeongin” (he had to bite his lip to not squEAL when u said his name) “are you okay? that looked painful :((”

“i’ll live,” he fake sobbed, rubbing away imaginary tears with the cloth in his hand before he realised what he’d just done and dropped it on the table in disgust (he highkey dieddd when u laughed at him again) “ew, i’m sorry you had to see all this”

“it’s fine,” you grinned, scrunching ur nose when u saw the wet smears on his face, “but u got a lil smth there” u pointed to ur own cheek

jeongin wanted to CRY

he knows he’s a cute boi (he uses this to his advantage whenever he can)

but rn??

he knows he looks like the epitome of a grade A DumbassTM

he just let out the longest s i g h

“i’ll be right back!”

he rushed off to the back and sorted himself out (and quickly iced his head)

he came back out to see u sitting down at the same table as last time

as soon as he came thru the doors u looked up and held out thumb, an eyebrow raised

and he reciprocated the gesture, telling u he’s all okay now!

he found it so cute that u cared!!! his heart: on fire!!

felix walked right to him, pulling him along to the coffee machines as he told him ur order

“u owe me one now loverboi!”

jeongin prepped ur food and took it to u like last time

but this time u initiated the conversation

“felix isn’t all that bad, y’know?” you said, holding onto your hot drink as it warmed ur hands up

“for now,” jeongin started, “trust me, if u ever have the misfortune of seeing him act cute, you’ll regret ever saying that.”

your nose scrunched as you imagined that -- jeongin gasped when he saw and then prayed you didn’t see that -- before you let out the cutest laugh he’s ever heard, “yeah, i can’t imagine that looking nice”

you two talked for a bit more until jeongin had to get back to the counter and take orders

he popped up at your table when he could, offering felix’s sweets and a refill

“do you treat all your customers like this? free drinks isn’t good for business, y’know?”

he went bright red at your teasing bc “nope, you’re special!” -- his eyes went w i d e when he said that and, if it was possible, his cheeks went redder -- but god, was it worth it bc your eyes sparkled and your blooming blush was so pretty he was starstruck

he cleared his throat, let out the most nervous chuckle ever, put the lemonade on your table before diving behind the counter

he could practically hear minho’s smirk from all the way over here

great.

it took a little while longer for him to psych himself up to go over to you again after that disaster

but seeing you pack up your bag made him forget everything and run up to you

“hey, you’re done already?” he asked, pouting as you put your last book away

“yeah, i’ve gotta help make dinner soon,” you replied, fixing your bag over your shoulder, “thanks for the drink, it was great!”

“y-yeah, no problem!” you loved his drink!! score!!!! “come again soon, yeah?”

“definitely,” you winked -- you winked, god his heart was weak -- before waving and taking your leave

felix slid up next to him, throwing his arm around jeongin’s shoulders

“pls tell me you got their number this time”

shit.

the top gif is jeongin’s face right now

[nctzendreamz]

NCT 127: They See You In Your Bonnet For The First Time

“127 reaction where it’s your first sleepover, they see you wearing a bonnet for the first time and you’re kind of shy about it? I just went through this and it was so hilarious but adorable.”

Taeil:

The two of you had already done your first nightly routine together, so all there was left to do was sleep, except you were no where to be found. He remembered you telling him you liked drinking a whole bunch of juice before bed. Maybe that’s what you were doing?

“Baby! I’m about to pass out.” He yelled, hoping you heard him.

“Sorry, I’m coming!” You yelled back. When he saw you return with a cheetah print bonnet on your head, he got confirmation that you were the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Don’t laugh.”

“What? Why would I laugh?” He said before engulfing you in his arms.

“Because it’s big.”

“And?” He said nonchalantly. “Isn’t it important to wear?”

“Yes. We use it to protect our hair when we sleep. Even for box braids, like I have now, it helps keep it in shape.”

“Shit, can I get one?”

Your laughter echoed through the room. “Go to sleep.”

Taeyong:

He was so tired, he didn’t even notice it at first. It wasn’t until he attempted to smush his face into your hair only to find something satin, that he would wake up wondering what was on your head.

“Babe, what’s that?”

“It’s just my bonnet, don’t worry.”

“Oh.” He would say, wanting to know more. “Bonnet?”

“Black girls wear it to to guard our hair when we sleep,” you turned around to face him, “it’s like our knight and shining armor.” you began to tickle him, causing him to giggle like a child.

“I’m not a baby.” He pouted playfully, even though he was clearly holding back more giggles. “I think it’s really cool. And it makes you look even prettier. It makes me want to kiss all over your cute ass face.”

Johnny:

He had been looking forward to this for a long time. Anytime you two were on FaceTime, you never had it on for whatever reason, but tonight he could finally see you.

The minute you came out the bathroom, his heart practically jumped out his chest. He couldn’t hide his grin.

“What are you grinning at?” You smirked back, picking your clothes up off the floor.

“How adorable you look with in your bonnet.”

Your laugh erupted through the room. “What do you know about bonnets?”

“I’m cultured. You know this. Now come here.”

Yuta:

You’re getting clowned, but not because he doesn’t think you’re the most precious thing in the world. Just because he’s Yuta and he has to.

“Y/N! There’s a big headed alien in our room please save me!”

“Shut up, Yuta!” You screeched, grabbing the nearest pillow and hitting him with it.

“Oh my goodness it talks!”

“Baby...” you were pouting now, and he decided to stop his games.

“Hey, I’m kidding.” He laughed. You fell in his arms, hiding in his chest. “I love it. Something has to protect your beautiful hair while you sleep, right?”

“So you do listen to me?”

He kissed your nose repeatedly. “I always listen to you, big head.”

Doyoung:

It actually wasn’t his first time seeing you in it, you just weren’t aware. One time he was going through your phone and saw all your bonnet selfies, and he fell more in love with you. He had to research exactly what it was and why you wore it.

Now here he was on your couch, giddy like a kid on Christmas as he waited for your big reveal. The two of you were about to watch a movie. As he saw you slowly making your way to him, red bonnet on your head, his smile couldn’t be bigger. “Why are you so shy all of a sudden?”

“I’m not..I just...”

“Don’t hide from me.” He pulled you into his lap. “You are so beautiful.”

Jaehyun:

He was familiar with bonnets, even though he couldn’t remember why, so you know he had to buy his own. He knew how shy you could be, and he wanted your first time sleeping together to be special and memorable.

When you walked in the room and saw Jaehyun with the same silk bonnet on his head that you had on yours, and a radiant smile on his features, you couldn’t hold in your laughter. “I love you so much.” You said before jumping on top of him. “I actually think you look better than me.”

“Well I mean, that was the goal.” He joked before kissing you softly. “I love you more.”

Winwin:

“Now that’s what I call a fashion statement!” He yelled as you strutted in his direction, straight into his lap.

“I know right.” You smirked before kissing him. “Maybe I should start going out like this?”

“You know I’m not kidding right?”

“Yes. Which is why I’m concerned.” You chuckled.

“Is this your only one?” He questioned, observing the jade silk closely.

“You only need one to be honest, babe.”

“This won’t do.” He said, picking up his phone and going straight to Amazon. “What other colors do you want? You should have a variety! What if you’re not feeling green one day?”

Jungwoo:

He wants to see it all. Every single bonnet and scarf you own, he needs to have it modeled. He could see how shy you were about it, and he wanted to make you feel how beautiful you looked to him in your natural state. It was so sexy to him.

“Work it, baby!” He cheered, throwing chocolate in his mouth.

“Jungwoo, can I stop now?” You complained, covering your face.

“But we only just got started.”

���How about you model them for me? That sounds better.” You jested.

“I mean...if you’re deadass.”

Mark:

As we all know, when Mark doesn’t understand something, he doesn’t want to know the basics. He needs to know everything. He was also familiar with bonnets, but he didn’t know the deep meaning behind them.

The two of you were cuddled up in your bed. “So, I know you wear it to sleep so it doesn’t mess up your hair. Am I right?”

“Yes. It also protects our hair from breaking off. I don’t have the energy to sleep on a silk pillow, and also, I’ve been so used to sleeping with my hair not in my face it would be irritating not to wear one.”

“That’s so lit.” He said. “Does that mean my hair falls out because I don’t have a bonnet?” You suddenly started laughing. “Did I say something wrong?” He said frantically.

“Of course not. You’re just the cutest boy I’ve ever seen in my life. I love you.” You pressed a quick peck to his lips.

Haechan:

When you walked in the kitchen, he wanted to ask about it, but he was scared he’d say something to make you shy by accident. You felt his eyes staring at you and turned around.

“I have to wear it in my sleep so I can stay fresh at all times.” You smiled.

“So that’s how your hair always looks so good every morning.”

“It’s our little secret.” You whispered in an over exaggerated manner while placing a pinky out.

He grabbed on, pulling you to his chest with a smirk. “Our little secret. I really like the color.”

“Yeah? Well I really like you.”

“And I like you more.” He picked you up to throw you on the couch to start the movie he had picked out.

[yoon-kooks]

Two Tones of a Tabby- pt.I

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Bildungsroman, Idol!Taehyung 

Summary: Upon graduating from university, you embark on your first and last summer adventure to explore the wonders of the world with complete independence before becoming confined to a cubicle when autumn begins. But as fate would have it, a chance encounter with a troubled idol in search of his own kind of freedom threatens the solo aspect of your trip. 

Word Count: 2.4k 

Parts: I II III IV V

A/N: this was supposed to be a lengthy oneshot, but i guess itll be another series instead (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻  and im screaming at myself for being extra enough to write bildungsroman as the genre. it’s basically just a fancy term for coming-of-age and the longest word in my vocabulary LMAO.

T is for Taehyung 

“travel diary entry #1- it’s 5pm, been stuck at incheon since like 6 in the morning and nothing remotely interesting has happened because this is a fucking airport. if there’s one more flight delay, i think i’m going to combust.”

With a sigh, you drop your pen between the first two pages of your journal to reveal a red cover with tiny tigers running across it. The first spontaneous purchase of your vacation is already proving its worth through the countless flight delays you’ve had to endure thus far. Your mother would’ve told the younger version of yourself not to waste money on a journal at an overpriced airport kiosk unless you were going to write in every single page from beginning to end. Maybe you wouldn’t have made use of such a sentimental object as a child, but as time went on, you’ve grown. Besides, no one’s here to stop you and your rash decisions. You’re on your own.

Or so you think.

All at once, a rush of humans and cameras flood the airport walkway that had been otherwise quiet for the past 11 hours. You notice some young folks get up from their seats with their phone cameras ready to get a better view of whoever it is. A celebrity? You’d get up off your ass to check out what the big deal is, but honestly, you have no idea what all the youngsters are into nowadays. Maybe that’s your own fault for paying more attention to your studies and workload than pop culture and current events. So you decide to stay back and eat your slice of pizza that had gone cold as you were busy writing.

Even from afar, you can see the huge moving cluster of people and bombardment of camera flashes. Is that even legal? Does personal space not exist when you’re a celebrity? Do celebrities ever grow tired of not being able to live freely? Those are the thoughts you have as you munch on your dinner.

Mid-bite, you watch as a black mullet pops up from the crowd with a few sleepy waves. You could swear, for just an instant, he makes eye contact with you, the only person sitting that far away from the chaos. His dark eyes reflect something more—something beyond what the rest of his nonchalant body language shows. With half of your pizza hanging out of your mouth, you give him a polite wave with crumby fingers, although you’re sure he had already looked away by then.

And just like that, the airport finds peace once more. You wonder if you should pull out your journal and write another entry about your fateful encounter with an unknown celebrity who accidentally made eye contact with you for 0.3 seconds.

Beep! “Attention: Now boarding, Flight 1230.” You leap off your seat as soon as you hear that your flight hasn’t been delayed for the thousandth time. Checking twice to make sure you aren’t leaving any of your belongings behind, you lug your carry-on bag with you to the boarding area.

Finally, your solo trip has begun.

Once you’re settled into your seat on the plane, you try to remember what the fuck you were thinking about before boarding. Ah yes, your eye contact with Mr. Celebrity. How could you forget?

You dig through your bag and pull out your tiger journal. For a good minute, you just stare at it, having an internal debate on whether or not to waste a page on another dumb event at the airport. Nah. It’s too late now. Maybe if he was a celebrity you knew, your heart would’ve leapt, and only then would it be worth recording into your journal. But you’d rather leave space for memories that perhaps hold more weight to you.

All that remains engraved in your mind from the occurrence are the boy’s eyes. They were fill with darkness as if they were hiding a secret of some sort, and he had awfully beautiful eyelashes that could be seen from a mile away. So for the sake of it, you draw just his eyelashes, which look mildly creepy on their own beneath your entry on the flight delays.

For the rest of the flight, you try to rid yourself of that one instance and get some rest, but for some reason, it’s more difficult than it should be. As much as you’d like to think of yourself as someone with a carefree personality, little things like this actually bug you quite a bit.

Something about the whole thing is unsettling. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the bombardment of cameras, the lack of personal space, the troubled look in the boy’s eyes, or the fact that that was the most action you’d gotten all day. But nonetheless, something just feels off.

Perhaps the only way you’re able to find peace is by telling yourself that there’s nothing you can do about it. The boy doesn’t know you, you don’t know him, and that’s that. You just want to enjoy your trip and not have to worry about anything—especially not a boy.

So you close your eyes and dream of all the yummy food you’ll eat over the course of your adventures. That's the only travel plan you have so far. Everything else will happen as it comes.

-

After the long flight, the first thing you do is stretch and breath in some fresh air. The sky is blue and the morning sun is radiating down on your jet-lagged body. As much as you’d love to find a hotel to rid yourself of your bulky luggage and take a nap, you don’t have time for that. You’re eager to explore, and that alone is already more than enough to energize your mind and soul.

You wander around the streets in search of the no.1 thing on your mind: food. Rather than use a GPS or Yelp, you leave it up to your intuition and stomach. And somehow, you’re led into an empty café with fancy coffees and desserts.

To give off the least amount of touristy vibes, you shove your luggage beneath the table for two and begin to browse your food options. You lowkey want to eat everything that’s pictured on the menu, but you have to remind yourself that you still have a long trip ahead of you, so there’ll most definitely be plenty of other opportunities for good food. After careful consideration, you settle on an iced mocha and a slice of strawberry sponge cake. A caffeine and sugar rush can’t hurt.

As you wait for your food, you wonder why the café is so empty. Perhaps it has a bad review on Yelp and you would’ve known that if you’d just checked your phone. Maybe the food quality is shit, or maybe the service is terrible, or maybe they know something that you don’t. Oops.

But it takes less than five minutes for your food to be served with Instagram-quality presentation. The strawberry sponge cake looks moist and delicate with pink flower sprinkles that glisten in the sunlight, and the mocha has a cute kitten drawn on the handcrafted foam. But to be honest, you kind of care more about the taste—which is also surprisingly quite delicious by your standards.

You suppose you shouldn’t worry as long as the food tastes good, so you pull out your journal again and write another entry as you enjoy your breakfast.

“travel diary entry #2: got off the plane, stopped at a cute café with no one in it, which is lowkey shady, but whatever. the food tastes good lol. oh and the mocha has a kitten drawn on it to match the tigers on this journal. is this what they call fate?? LMAO jkjkjkjkjk-”

“I’ll order what that customer is eating—except no coffee, please,” a soft and mellow voice interrupts your train of thought. You had been so absorbed in your food and writing that you didn’t realize another customer had appeared. Maybe the café isn’t so shady after all. Your intuition hasn’t failed you.

As you take a sip of your mocha, you casually glance over at the table across from where you’re seated and nearly spit out your entire drink—not because it tastes bad, but because you recognize the long eyelashes. It’s the eyelash boy from the airport.

Between bites of your cake, you keep sneaking peeks at the boy, who’s actually a lot more handsome now that you can see his features up close. With his loosely styled hair, his expensive yet questionable taste in fashion, and his gorgeous looks, there’s no doubt he holds some sort of fame status.

Apparently you’ve stared for too long because he catches you and deadass rolls his eyes. As if you’re doing something wrong.

“If you’re waiting for an autograph or something, you aren’t getting one,” he finally says to you. An autograph? You don’t even know who the fuck this guy is, and he thinks you want his autograph?

“Excuse me?” You narrow your eyes at the celebrity.

“I know you’re one of the fans from the airport. You waved at me with pizza hanging out of your mouth.” You’re half embarrassed by the fact that he witnessed The Great Pizza Incident, and half offended by the fact that he called you a “fan”. Because you’re certainly no fan of his.

“Last time I checked, I was sitting at this café before you, so there’s no need for you to assume I’m one of your crazed fans who follow you around everywhere.”

“And yet, somehow out of all the places in the world, you happen to travel to the same exact city as me,” he scoffs. “Don’t pretend like this is a coincidence.” His thick-skulled ass doesn’t believe you, and you can’t believe it. What did you do to deserve this?

“If you think I somehow found your schedule and took this vacation for the sole purpose of seeing my favorite celebrity, then you’re either paranoid or way too conceited,” you say. “I don’t even know who you are, or why there were so many fans chasing you around the airport. I’m just here to enjoy my trip, so leave me the fuck out of your problems.” It comes out a little harsher than you’d like, but hopefully it’ll get the point across that you aren’t a fan blinded by love.

Out of shock, the boy just blinks at you. He’s probably not used to being scolded straight to his pretty face. But he deserved it, and to your surprise, he apologizes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take out my frustrations on you,” he pulls back and bites his lip, “especially when you chose to stay away from the airport chaos.” At least he’s willing to own up to his mistakes.

“It’s fine… I’m not actually that mad… I just didn’t want to be wrongly accused of being a stalker, you know?” You soften your expression to ease the tension. “Besides, I’m sure it happens to you all the time.”

He nods in silence as he stares down at his strawberry cake. It seems celebrities do get overwhelmed and sick of living with no privacy. Maybe this boy just happens to have reached his tipping point.

“Look, I’m sorry you have to deal with constant bullshit like that. Everyone deserves the freedom and space to do whatever they wish (as long as it’s legal),” you say, finishing off your last bite of cake. “That’s actually the reason I decided to take this solo vacation—to take time away for myself!” You aren’t sure why you share this last bit of information with the boy, especially when you hadn’t told any friend or family about your spontaneous trip, but it just feels right to let him know that he’s not the only one in search of a liberation of some sort.

“I wish I could be a free spirit like you,” he chuckles for the first time, and it’s really fucking cute. “Maybe that’s why I’m taking this trip too—to loosen up a bit and do what I want, rather than conform to what the world expects of me.”

“Well you aren’t off to a great start, to be honest,” you tease him as you receive the bill from your waiter. As soon as you see how much you have to pay, your mouth forms a big O because you realize why the café is so empty. It costs you a lot more than you’d like to spend on some coffee and cake. But despite the overpriced food, you don’t feel terrible about your stay.

Just as you’re about to get up to pay at the register, you’re blocked by the boy who’s suddenly trying to act like a gentleman. “Let me pay for it… as an apology for interrupting your breakfast. And by the way, who eats cake for breakfast?”

“You ordered the same thing as me!” This guy is unbelievable, but also amusing. “And it’s fine. I may not be a celebrity like you, but I can pay for my own food. Thanks anyway, Mr. Celebrity.” You smile at him before making your payment at the counter. Something about his cute frown from the rejection makes you die a little.

“Then let me take you out,” he blurts out, perhaps on the spur of the moment. “I-I mean… unless you have plans later.”

You take a long moment to stare at the boy who had accused you of being a stalker less than an hour ago. Oh how the tables have turned. The spontaneity of travelling with someone you just met certainly will spice up your adventure—for better or worse. Somewhere in you, a fire is lit. So you shake your head, “I don’t have any plans. After all, I’m a free spirit as you like to call me.”

“Then what would you like to be called?”

“Y/N.”

“Right. Y/N. Then… I’m T?”

“T? Is that what your real name starts with?” you chuckle. “And why do you sound so suspicious?”

“Wait, you really don’t know who I am?”

“I really fucking don’t.”

You hear him mumble something about fires and deoxyribonucleic acid, as if you should get the references. But you suppose you’re too much of an uncultured swine to pick up what he’s putting down.

“Good.” For some reason, he looks relieved that you’re unaware of his celebrity self. “Just call me Taehyung then.”

[arjyles]

i originally meant to accompany this w an art piece but i forgot to finish it so heres the fic for now

wrote this for @taylorearhardts for trimberlydwarves secret santa-- MERRY CHRISM MY DUDE!!!! HOPE U LIKE IT!!! BC I LOVE KIMZACK NOW 

-

They really couldn’t be friends without constantly pushing each others’ boundaries.

Kim 4:42pm: zack i need ur eyes and opinion

Zack 4:43pm: im not giving u fashion advice unless it’s for lingerie

Kim 4:43pm: ik ur joking but that’s deadass what i was gonna ask

Kim 4:44pm: don’t make it weird

Zack 4:44pm: no hetero right babe ;p

She rolls her eyes at his choice of words, and snaps the picture anyway. Scrolling down her list of best friends on Snapchat, she captions the photo, “no hetero x,” before selecting Zack’s name and hitting send, no pause or hesitation needed. It’s just Zack, after all.

Immediately after it’s sent, the red triangle turns white, indicating that he opens it right away. After all, there are basically no boundaries in their friendship, and if there are, they’re quickly broken, since the two of them run the reckless impulse decision kingdom.

Zack 4:49pm: it’s hot but why pink. why not black ;(

Kim 4:49pm: it’s my fav colour ok. this is lingerie for me not u

Zack 4:50pm: fine

Zack 4:50pm: is there a v-shape version of the bra tho. ur tiddies look flat in that

She grins and shakes her head at his honesty. There are about 8 more pink bras she needs his opinion on, anyway.

-

“Anyone seen Kim yet?”

“Nah, T. She wasn’t in bio?”

Trini glares at Zack’s question. “Of course not. Why else would I be asking?”

“Jeez,” Zack says, raising his hands in surrender. Trini was very protective of Kim, for some odd reason. With Kim not there, she’s especially more cranky. “Relax, dude. We can check on her. Who’s free?”

Trini’s about to volunteer, until Jason puts his hand on her shoulder, “you can’t, dude. We’ve got that math test next period,” she sighs, and Jason turns to Billy and Zack, “can one of you?”

Before Billy can say anything, Zack speaks out, “I guess I will!” he says enthusiastically, saving Billy from having to ruin his perfect attendance, “I was already gonna skip, anyway.”

“Are you sure you can?” Billy asks, looking conflicted between wanting to be a good friend and wanting to be a good student, “is it really a good idea for you to skip more classes?”

Zack waves him off, relieving the others of worrying about his grades, “yeah, it’s fine. I’ve got a spare third period anyway, and we’re only watching a movie in fourth.”

Then, he gets up from their shared lunch table to make his way to Kim’s house, leaving Billy to tutor Jason and Trini in the last bits of trig they need help with.

-

Normally, she wasn’t one to take days off like this, but her mother called her last night reminding her how she was no longer living up to her parents’ standards, and now she can’t really bring herself to leave her house.

Instead, it’s nearing 1pm and she’s still in bed, listening to her Depression Playlist™ on repeat, while watching her ceiling fan rotate over and over. She can’t tell if it’s making her dizzy, or if her head just hurt from oversleeping.

Just before she can transition from humming along to belting out the bridge of Hands Down, Chris Carrabba’s voice is interrupted by her phone ringing.

Groaning, she rolls over to check her caller ID, and is only mildly surprised to see Zack’s face grinning at her before she hits the answer button.

“What,” Kim says into her phone, sounding irritated.

“Well, hello to-” he grunts, “you too.”

Kim raises a brow at that. “Why do you sound constipated? Did you call me while you were on the shitter?”

He laughs, but it sounds slightly strained, “no. I’m scaling a building, actually.”

Kim tsks, showing her mild disapproval at his risqué antics. “Don’t scale the fucking school, Zack,” she scolds him, “you’re gonna get yourself expelled and Zordon’s gonna murder your ass for taking advantage of your powers.”

There’s a brief pause on the phone, like he’s readjusting his stance to a more ergonomically proper way of climbing, “who said I was scaling the school?”

“What building are you scaling?” She asks, slightly worried that he might be putting himself in danger. Well, as much danger as a ranger can face. “Zack, what the fuck.”

He giggles again, sounding like a giddy school girl, “here’s a hint,” he says, and she can basically see the grin on his face through the phone, “open your window to find out. NOT CLICKBAIT.”

And then it clicks. (ha ha get it) She looks over to her window only to see one set of fingers on the outside sill, where Zack must’ve been dangling from.

“Why haven’t you at least pulled yourself up?”

“Because-” he grunts again, probably shifting his hand a little bit so he can get more comfortable, “my booty is poppin’ way too hard to fit onto the ledge. Let me in, Kim!”

She sighs exasperatedly before pulling the covers off herself to make her way towards the window. Once there, she glances down at the boy still hanging on with one arm, a phone in his other.

He waves at her with the phone-hand, before putting his phone back to his mouth, “so are you gonna let me in, or nah?”

She grins at him and shrugs, “I wish I could, but I have a screen on my window.”

His face drops. “Are you serious?”

“No, I just wanted to see how long you could hang onto that.”

“Probably forever-- I’m that buff,” he says, winking at her, “but someone might see me.”

She reaches over to open the window, but pauses, “to be fair, you’re in my backyard.”

“Kim,” he pleads with her, his voice cracking. “C’mon.”

“Fine,” she relents, but not before dramatically sighing and hanging up, as if all of this was physically taxing on her.

She unlocks the window and pushes it open, watching as Zack pockets his phone and pulls himself up, landing ungracefully onto her floor face first. Despite the fall, he still comes back up smiling.

“So, what’s up, Kimmy? You good?” He asks, while toeing his shoes off before Kim can give him shit for it. He was really the only one of her friends who did that automatically, the other rangers being absolute heathens, wearing shoes indoors. “Why’d you stay in?”

“Honestly,” she sighs, grabbing his hand and leading him to her bed and he lies next to her, like it’s routine, “I’m not feeling the best right now.”

He hums, and she can feel the vibrations from his chest. Then she feels his hand come up to her forehead, and he presses it there for a minute.

“You seem okay, though. Is it a different kind of sickness?”

She purses her lips. They never really hide anything from each other. If they didn’t know something about each other, it’s probably because they just forgot to tell the other.

This time, though, Kim feels a little bit of hesitance.

“Yeah, kind of,” she says instead.

He doesn’t say anything. He’s waiting for her to elaborate.

“Just, y’know…” She clears her throat, trying to decide if this is something she can share with him. “Good ol’ depression, hittin’ me up.”

He’s silent again. Kim feels like she’s finally found the boundary between them that she shouldn’t have crossed.

“Depression?” He finally questions, and Kim holds her breath still for whatever he’s about to say next, “isn’t that just a fancy word for feeling ‘bummed out?’”

Relieved, she feels her heartbeat relax, and grins against his shoulder. “Dwight, you ignorant slut.”

He chuckles at that, and waits a minute before asking, “so, do you want me to go, or can I stay?”

“You can stay, but only if I can paint your nails.”

“Do you have Vantablack?”

-

“Sorry I wasn’t there yesterday. I really wanted to be.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” Kim says, and she really means it. She runs through the combination on her lock again-- it’s a little rusty, “Zack was more than enough.”

Trini nods, and Kim takes that as her cue to accept that they’re done with the topic, and takes her textbooks out of their shared locker to shove them haphazardly into her backpack.

She’s about to ask Trini how her math test went yesterday, when Zack’s familiar voice greets the two of them.

“Hey, Trini,” he says, ruffling her hair, then, “hey Kimmy.”

But before Kim can even get a ‘hey’ out, Zack is ducking quickly and throwing Kim over his shoulder so she’s squealing loudly as he tickles her sides.

It isn’t anything new, the two of them were the most physical and touchy people on the team, but with how loud and obnoxious they’re being, it’s almost similar to how the couples Kim rolls her eyes at in the hallway act when they do major PDA.

Regardless, she can’t care less about her reputation.

“Put me down, Zack!” She giggles, her bag on the floor, now forgotten.

“I will, if I get this one thing wrong,” he promises, and there’s suddenly a mischievous undertone to his voice that worries Kim only slightly.

“What is it?” She asks, despite herself.

He pokes at her side once more so she’s laughing again, “you’re wearing that pink bralette you sent me, aren’t you?”

“Oh my God,” Kim laughs, and hopes Trini isn’t still there to hear that, “fuck you.”

Then the bell rings, but Zack doesn’t even drop Kim-- he just picks up her backpack off the floor and slings it over his shoulder, continuing to carry her to Trini and Kim’s bio class.

She feels a slight pleasure at the confused looks some people give her on the way— the question, ‘are you two together?’ written on their faces.

It’s just Zack, she reminds herself, trying not to think about why she gets a warm feeling from the thought of her and Zack being together.

-

They’re on their way to the quarry, Kim sandwiched between Billy and Trini, while Jason drives, and Zack sits in shotgun.

Kim originally intends to sit next to Zack, who unintentionally ruins that plan by calling shotgun before anybody else can.

She’s perfectly content with getting to sit next to Trini, however, even though she’s recently had a sudden wave of warm appreciation for the black ranger.

After that first period in the morning, Zack had carried Kim from every class so that her feet had basically never touched the halls of their school that day because ‘princesses should be treated as such.’

They were both not shy about touching, but it was the first time Zack had been that extra about their physicality, and Kim found herself grinning wide from how grateful she was that he was trying so hard to cheer her up after her day off the day before.

Finally, Jason pulls up to the quarry, and before she can even get her seatbelt off, Zack says, “last one there has to finally wear black underwear!”

Jesus Christ. What is it with that boy and underwear?

Meanwhile, the other three rangers aren’t phased by this comment, instead moving at a speed that showed no indication they felt threatened by this challenge.

Kim tries to be patient, she really does, but Billy and Trini were moving so slow, and knowing Trini would mind  less  about the sudden contact, she unbuckles her belt quickly, not even bothering to wait for Trini to exit the car so she can climb over the smaller girl in an attempt to beat Zack to the pit. It’s pretty clear the race is only meant to be between the two of them.

She catches up quickly, the taller boy having tripped earlier on the mud.

“So if I win, what do I get?”

“Me in pink underwear,” he smirks, and trips Kim before running ahead.

-

Zack wins, but only because he had a head start and cheated. Or at least, that’s what Kim tells herself as she wrings the water out of her hair while glaring at the cheater.

“You did me dirty, Taylor,” she says, attempting to unstick her wet shirt from her body.

He grins. “How else am I going to do you, Hart?”

She narrows her eyes at him, and he only shrugs.

They make their way over to the ship, all the while side eying each other, another unspoken race in the midst.

“I win,” Zack says, and then smugly adds on, “again.”

“Um,” she starts, trying to imitate her lawyer mother’s tone in court, “we didn’t even say that was a race,” she points out, knowing full well if she beat him she would’ve said the same thing.

He scoffs, “whatever. Potato, poh-tah-to.”

But Kim is already stripping quickly, trying to change before Zack can. Everything is always a competition between the two of them.

Zack, only now noticing what she’s doing, quickly throws his shirt over his head and makes a grab for his dry shirt.

Kim stops him before he can reach it, though. “Wait, hold up,” she says, only having one leg through her pants, “I think I like you better shirtless.”

If he thinks her flirtatious behaviour is weird, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he flexes his pecs back and forth, “is it because I have better nipples than you?”

Kim rolls her eyes at him, finally finished dressing herself, “no, actually, it’s because I win.”

“Touché, Kimmy,” he remarks, looking slightly impressed.

Then there are sounds of splashing coming through, indicating the others have finally caught up.

“You lost earlier, though,” he reminds her, throwing a shirt on, ineffectively covering his nipples, since it’s so cold down there anyway, “so this Friday? You and me. Black underwear shopping. Don’t forget.”

Kim watches him walk away to greet the others, and is unable to fight the grin that forms on her face.

-

“Can we take a break?” Zack asks, answering Kim’s question about the deeper meaning of Ophelia’s death, “my brain is fried and my stomach would also like something fried.”

“I’d tell your stomach to eat your brain, but honestly, I am so sick of Shakespeare right now,” Kim agrees, cracking her back as she stands up from her bed to stretch.

“Thanks for your help, though,” Zack is sure to say again. Without Kim, it was unlikely he’d even be passing this class, let alone getting a 72.

She chuckles at his hourly need to thank her for helping him, “no problem. But what do you want? You wanna order a pizza or go to Krispy Kreme?”

“I’m not really feeling Krispy Kreme tonight,” he admits, now sick of all the donuts from there. Why the team had adopted that restaurant as their go-to, he’d never know. He didn’t even like donuts that much. “What about Burger King?”

“That’s like, on the other side of town,” she points out.

He shrugs, “yeah, but you got wheels.”

“Well, yes,” she agrees hesitantly, “but I don’t really feel like driving. We can go, but you have to drive.”

“I don’t know how to drive,” he says, and looks at her as if this should be obvious information.

Her brows furrow in shock and confusion. “What?”

“I don’t know how to drive, Kim,” he repeats, “it’s gay culture!”

“Dude, what. I can drive?”

He brushes her off. “Whatever, dude. I just never learned how. Like, how would I?” He questions, “I don’t even have a car.”

There’s a brief pause as Kim lets that sink in. Logically, it makes sense. They’re only 17, which means that they only had two years to have learned how to drive, and between taking care of his mother, and not having a car, it really should’ve been obvious.

“Okay, c’mon,” she says, finally breaking the silence to pull him up from her bed.

“Are we going to Burger King?” He asks, as he follows her to her car.

She doesn’t answer him until they’re in the car. “Yes, but I’m also gonna teach you how to drive.”

“Kim,” he starts, as he buckles in his seatbelt, “you saw me driving my Zord. Are you sure your BMW’s gonna be okay?”

She waves him off while backing out of her driveway, “shut up. You’re gonna make me not want to teach you. Let’s just see how this goes.”

-

Their bellies are full and they’ve just finished their share of mozzarella sticks and King Burger meals and are now in their empty school’s parking lot.

“Okay, so first, you probably wanna adjust the mirror to your height,” she says, the last bit of fries in her mouth, “Jesus, why are you so tall?”

He discards his burger box into the takeout bag. “Maybe you’re just short.”

“Ex-squeeze me, bitch, I’m 5’5,” she states, her hand on her chest in mock offence, “that’s the national average.”

“Whatever,” he says, and he adjusts the mirror so that he can see his rear, “there. It’s fixed.”

“Okay, good. Now start driving.”

“Wh- you didn’t even teach me how to,” he says, looking over at her in bewilderment.

Her voice is calm, and soothing, like a yoga instructors’, “just do what feels right. That’s what I do on a daily basis, if I’m honest.”

“How the fuck do you have a license?”

“I stop at stop signs-- isn’t that enough?”

He shrugs and pushes down on the pedal but the car remains still. “Why isn’t it moving?”

“Babe, you’re still on park,” she chuckles, “switch to drive.”

He looks around at all the buttons on the BMW. There are probably more in there than in his Zord. “What?” He asks, looking to her for some guidance.

“On the PRNDL.”

“The PRNDL- oh!” He exclaims, now understanding that episode of The Suite Life, “the PRNDL! I know some of these words!”

“Yes,” Kim smiles patiently at his childish antics, “now switch to ‘D.’”

“I’m always on D,” he winks.

She pauses, trying to think of a reply to that. “I’m gonna ignore that,” she says, instead, “just start slow.”

He follows her instructions, switching the function to ‘D,’ and presses lightly on the pedal. They’re only moving at 5mph.

“Good shit, good shit,” Kim says, appreciatively, “now try a little faster.”

Zack nods, and he practically stomps on the gas pedal, switching from 5mph to 90mph.

“Okay, wait, not like that, hit the brake!”

But Zack isn’t sure which pedal is the brake— there are at least three pedals, and they’re nearing the school’s dumpster.

“Which one’s the brake?” He asks, trying to decide between the 50/50.

“BITCH-!” Kim exclaims, and then she’s ducking down and hitting the brakes for him.

The car screeches to a halt, just about an inch or two away from hitting the science lab.

“Wow, good save, Kimmy,” Zack laughs, still thrilled from the close call, “but if you wanted to get on my lap you could just ask.”

She glares at him from her compromising position on his lap. “Oh my God, shut up.”

Somehow, Zack convinces her to let him try again, and by the end of the night, they’re blasting One Direction songs and singing at the top of their lungs, while drifting in their high school parking lot.

-

Kim never really lets herself think too much about something before doing it, but for some reason, when it comes to Trini, she’s always second guessing herself.

Needing a little push to help her decide whether or not this decision is a good idea or not, she quickly runs through her friends to decide who would be best at talking her through this.

Her first thought is Jason, but she quickly pushes that thought away. Things were still a little tense between them since they made out at his house that night, even though they talked about it, so asking him for his opinion on this would just ruin everything.

Billy is a sweetheart, but also a definite no. She isn’t sure if she should run the risk of making him uncomfortable.

Then there’s Zack, who… Would make total sense to ask.

Kim 9:52pm: zack can u rate my nudes idk if they’re good enough to send to tr*ni

She throws her phone back on her bed as she waits for him to text back, digging through her closet to find her cutest lacy bra, before throwing it on. It’s her most trusty piece of lingerie, always guaranteed to make the viewer drool at the sight of it.

Her text tone goes off, and she practically dives onto her bed to read it. Zack 9:55pm: only if u finally got lingerie that isn’t fuckin pink

She looks down at her current attire, and then sits up again to look back at her closet. Without having realized it, she’d slowly sifted out the other colours of lingerie she had, and now only owned pink. It isn’t like all her bras are pink, but all the cute ones are.

Kim 9:55pm: fuck

Groaning, she lies back down onto the bed dramatically, trying to figure out a solution. She needs to send these nudes tonight , or her impulse would run short and she’d have too much time to think about it for the next time. Kim 9:56pm: k wait what if there was no lingerie

His reply comes almost immediately after that.

Zack 9:56pm: .... SEND i needed these nudes like yesterday

Grinning, she strips her bra off and makes her way to the bathroom, flipping her Snapchat camera over to regular instead of selfie mode.

She dims the light slightly so it’s less bright, and uses her arms to cover her nipples, while pushing her boobs together, in the way that she knows drives her conquests to call her a ‘fuckin’ tease.’

Once satisfied with how it looks, she snaps the photo, and captions it “will this pic make trini understand im tryna get it?”

As usual, he opens it immediately, but it takes a minute for him to reply.

He snaps her back, and it’s a photo of him losing his shit, captioned “kIM NO ONE WAS READY FOR THAT HOLY SHIT!!!”

She chuckles at his reaction, and he texts her while the snap is still opened.

Zack 10:01pm: Kim holy shit ur hot

Zack 10:01pm: send that shit to trini bitch will nut on the spot!!!

Zack 10:01pm: biitcchhhh god has BLESSEDT my eyes

She throws her shirt back on, and shuts the bathroom light off, all the while still texting Zack.

Trini remains forgotten, and Kim doesn’t end up sending any more nudes that night.

-

It’s finally Friday, or the day that Zack has come to collect his winnings from Kim.

“Kim, are you ready?” He asks, as he balances precariously on her window sill, his butt not quite fitting on it.

Kim turns as he taps on the window again, and she covers herself up out of reflex, scolding him, “Zack, do I look like I’m ready?” She asks, throwing a shirt at the window to scare him.

“Let me in,” he insists, still tapping on the glass.

“No, I’m not done getting dressed,” she says, and turns her back toward him in an attempt to stay decent in front of him while changing her shirt.

“It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

She rolls her eyes at him, but still lets him in anyway, even though her shirt isn’t on yet.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling smugly, and he rubs his backside slightly. The ledge really was too small for his butt.

Finally, she gets her shirt on, and makes her way to her desk where she knows her keys are, only to find that they’re missing.

“Okay, let’s go,” Zack says, redirecting her attention to his hands as he jingles the keys, so that it’s evident that she hadn’t misplaced them. “I’m driving.”

Kim’s grinning, but shaking her head as she follows him to her car, “I knew it was a bad idea to teach you.”

“It’s for a fun surprise, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she mutters, locking the door behind her.

-

The ‘fun surprise’ turns out to just be the Victoria’s Secret at the local mall. Kim figures he was just excited to use his newfound skill of driving.

As soon as they enter the store though, Zack’s already grabbing all kinds of black bras from every section, making Kim wonder if he’d ever done this before.

“There you go,” he says, handing her at least 12 bras with their matching underwear before pushing her into the fitting room.

She glances at the first bra he’d handed her, and is surprised. He hadn’t even needed to ask for her size, but he’d grabbed the correct one for all of them.

Throwing on the first bra, she admires herself quickly in the mirror. It’s a lacy black push up bra, with a scallop cut at the bottom of it, so it accentuates her abs perfectly. She probably wouldn’t say it out loud, but Zack definitely had an eye for good lingerie.

She takes one last glance at herself to ensure everything’s in the right place, before stepping out of the dressing stall, now dressed in the complete set of underwear he’d handed her.

“If I send Trini nudes in this, do you think I could finally get it?” She asks, as soon as Zack sees her.

His jaw drops, but then he closes it and nods quickly to agree, “holy shit babe, black is your colour,” he says, still slightly dazed, “you look like such a thirst trap.”

She flushes slightly from his comment, before remembering it’s Zack. “Honestly, it’s everybody’s colour,” she says, trying to brush off the blush on her face, “black is the colour you wear when you wanna get laid-- at least, that’s what it’s like according to 10 Things I Hate About You.”

“What’s good?” he winks, gesturing to his all black outfit.  Then his face turns serious again, “if you don’t cop that shit, I’m buying it for you.”

Kim grins, delighted, “hang on, dude, there are like, a million more bras I still need to try.”

Zack sits back down, trying to relax how hyped up he was for Kim, while giving her a thumbs up, letting her know he was ready for her to continue on with the show.

She closes the door behind her once back in the stall, looking at all the equally cute sets he’d chosen, if not cuter.

It was pretty clear for Kim that she could never go underwear shopping ever again without the tall boy.

-

Kim’s in the middle of Beyoncé’s Partition when she’s suddenly reminded that she never sent Trini those nudes the other night.

Without thinking, she gets up immediately to open her bags from Victoria’s Secret, grabbing the matching set that Zack said made her a tease, because of how sheer it is.

She throws on the set— but before she can snap a picture, she texts Zack first for his approval.

Kim 9:23pm: k dude im boutta to send trini nudes in the shit we bought today lms if its a bad idea

Zack 9:24pm: nudes from u r always a good idea tf flaunt what u have while u still have it get it sis!!!!!

Zack 9:24pm: but also. i have eyes so dont forget to send them to me too ;p

Kim laughs at his response. Of course she will. It’s not even a question at this point. But she quickly gets back to business.

She lies back down onto her bed and covers the lower half of her body with her blanket, just slightly above her bellybutton. Her right arm extends as she flips her Snapchat camera over to selfie mode, and she’s sure to crop out her face from the shot, using her left index finger to push down on her lower lip as she smirks at the camera. She adjusts her bralette once more to ensure her nipples are on optimal display before snapping the photo and captioning it, “translucent nipples bc u don’t deserve to see the real thing yet.”

She selects Zack’s name, then hesitantly adds on Trini’s, and hits send before she can overthink it.

Zack opens his immediately, while Trini’s is still left unread.

Zack 9:31: holy shit

Zack 9:31pm: ur such a fuckin tease

Zack 9:32pm: ur nipples still remain a mystery but at least now i know they exist

Kim 9:33pm: just take my word for it dude my nipples are perfect

Zack 9:33pm: ill believe it when i see it

Zack 9:33pm: anyway what did tr*ni say

She flips back over from her texts to Snapchat, only to see that it’s still unread.

Kim 9:34pm: idk she hasn’t opened it yet tf

Kim 9:35pm: pls keep talkin to me though i can’t keep thinking about it or im gonna get nervous

Zack 9:36pm: dont be nervous tf!! bitch is gonna nut to that pic but if she doesn’t hey baby what’s good

Kim smiles at that, despite the vulgarity of the sentence. He’s always been good at distracting her.

Kim 9:36pm: thx so much ily wtf

Kim 9:36pm: bitch still hasn’t replied yet!! tf is she doin it’s been 5 mins

Zack 9:37pm: ik ilyt x

She tries to ignore the fluttering in her stomach after that text. It’s probably just nerves building up about Trini.

Zack 9:37pm: wow i can’t believe T is rly out there having a life

Kim 9:38pm: jks she just opened it lmao im not freaking out

Zack 9:39pm: omg ok dw it’s just trini

Kim sighs. Right. Just Trini. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

She paces around her room for a bit, trying not to think too hard about what Trini’s reply might be, before she decides to abandon her phone for a bit while she goes to pick up a glass of water from her kitchen.

Trying not to rush back, she takes her time going back up the steps to her room.

All this is pointless, though, because once she crosses the threshold in her room, she’s diving onto her bed to check her Snapchat.

Opened 5 minutes ago, it reads, under Trini’s name. Kim feels her heart sink.

Kim 9:43pm: trini isn’t replying i don’t think she was ready for the nudes

Zack 9:44pm: wtf T.., i thought she had eyes

Zack 9:44pm: mayb she’s busy tho

Zack 9:45pm: lmAo can u imagine if u sent her nudes while she was babysitting that would suck haHa

Kim breathes a sigh of relief at that. Right. Maybe Trini’s just not in a position to reply to a picture like that.

Kim 9:46pm: omfg do u think i did., rip

Zack 9:46pm: how inconsiderate

Kim 9:46pm: fuck man im emo why can’t she take the hint

Zack 9:47pm: just let it marinate she’s the kind of person u need to b direct to

She frowns at that. Kim is used to playing games— it was basically cheerleading code, back in her day.

Figuring Zack is right, though, Kim accepts it, quickly getting a vague idea on how to be more straightforward.

Kim 9:48pm: tru I’ll tell her on monday i wanna have her babies

Zack 9:49pm: sounds good

-

It’s third turning fourth period on Monday, and Kim has a spare last period, but she tells Ms. Appleby that there’s a cheerleading meeting to get her out of third period early.

She’s been out of the squad for months, but it’s pretty clear the teacher has other things to worry about than high school drama, since she lets Kim out anyway.

Now, she’s pacing outside of Trini and Jason’s math class, watching the clock on her phone as the period comes to an end.

She only has to wait about two minutes after the bell rings for Trini and Jason to walk out together, the two still talking about whatever lesson they’d just shared.

“Hey, T,” Kim says, not even caring that she’s interrupting Jason’s questions about trinomials, “can I talk to you?”

Trini gives her a weird look, but nods anyway, “what’s… up?” She asks, looking confused by how much of a psycho Kim probably looks like right now.

Kim side eyes Jason for a second, before turning back to the smaller ranger, “privately?”

The yellow ranger shifts her questioning gaze to Jason, who only shrugs at her. “Um, okay,” she agrees hesitantly, letting Jason take her books to their next shared class together.

“Great,” Kim smiles, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the parking lot.

She doesn’t have a game plan yet, but her car seems like a private enough place to have this conversation.

-

The doors to her BMW slam shut, and the two girls sit in silence for a good five minutes.

“So…” Kim starts, finally breaking the silence, “how’s it going?”

“What?” Trini says, flatly, so that it doesn’t sound like a question.

Kim doesn’t notice, though. She’s too nervous. “Like what’s up? The weather is nice, isn’t it?”

It isn’t. It looks like it’s about to rain.

“Um, I guess,” Trini says, and wanting to cut to the chase, she asks, “Kim, what were you gonna talk to me about?”

The taller girl breathes slowly, trying to calm herself down. “Just,” Inhale.“ Gimme a second,” exhale. “I need to hype myself up.”

“... For what?”

“Um,” Kim chuckles nervously, shifting her body slightly so she’s fully facing Trini, “I thought I’d be way smoother about this.”

She’s by no means a patient person, but Kim is being uncharacteristically jittery, so whatever she has to say has to be big. “What is it?”

Kim doesn’t answer her, instead choosing to lean over the console and cup Trini’s cheek.

But before she can come any closer, Trini stops her, “what are you doing?”

“What…” Kim trails off, face redder than she ever lets herself be in public, “I’m sorry, I thought-“

“-it’s okay,” Trini interrupts, seeming to take pity on the usually confident girl stumbling over herself, “you didn’t think wrong.”

Kim is even more confused. “Oh. Then why-?”

“-because I don’t think you do.”

“What?”

Trini laughs, but there’s no humour in it. “Listen, Kim, I like you a lot and everything, but I don’t think you know what you want.”

“... what?” Trini isn’t making sense anymore. It’s like the more she tries to explain herself, the more confused Kim gets.

“If you still feel this way in a week, we can try again, but, I’m sorry, dude, I’m not one of your impulsive decisions.”

And with that last sentence, the shotgun door is slamming, and Kim’s watching Trini head back to class.  

She sits in alone in the car for at least twenty minutes, before finally turning on the ignition, still trying to figure out what the fuck all that meant.

-

She spends a good few hours at her personal pool at the mines before heading home to shower, trying to clear her mind of how she was just rejected.

But the therapy doesn’t do much, and she’s dying to talk about it.

Figuring he’s settled himself at home comfortably by now, Kim texts Zack.

Kim 6:55pm: i told trini at school today that I liked her and then she told me i didnt know what i wanted

Zack 6:57pm: what’d u say

Kim 6:58pm: ok well tbh I didn’t say anything I just tried to kiss her

Zack 6:58pm: lol wtf she ain’t got the clue still??  

Kim 6:59pm: ya idk.., she said she didnt wanna be one of my impulsive decisions so is that a rejection

It’s a genuine question. The tiny girl did say she could try again next week.

Zack 7:00pm: idk what that means dude. cant relate

Kim frowns. She hoped he’d have an answer for her or something.

Zack 7:00pm: everything i do is just bc i felt like doin it at that exact moment. T kinda thinks things out more

She nods along to that. She’s the same.

Briefly, she thinks about how Trini rejecting her made her feel today, and types in a few paragraphs before erasing each one.

Finally, she settles on her last paragraph, figuring Zack will understand what she means. He always does, anyway, even when she doesn’t have the words to explain.

Kim 7:05pm: tru.,, is it bad that i dont feel that sad about her rejecting me. I just mainly feel emo about how i couldn’t make out with her today.

Zack 7:06pm: ngl thats kinda fuckt but relatable

Kim 7:07pm: I just haven’t done it in so long im dying., my lips are like “where is another. i need to be moisturized by somebody else’s saliva”

Zack 7:08pm: Honestly S A ME

Kim 7:08pm: wait that gives me an idea

-

Anyone else would be nervous, but Zack isn’t really worried about the possibility of Kim showing up on his doorstep to make out with him. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it or anything, but the two of them run on impulse. He isn’t really one to overthink. It’s just Kim.

He’s in the middle of a game of 2048 when there’s a knocking on his door.

“Hey, Kim-“ he greets her as he opens his door, but before he can even finish his sentence, the girl in question jumps him, and he stumbles backward slightly, not quite registering what’s happening.

She wraps her legs around his waist, her arms coming around his neck, and it takes him a little while to register that Kimberly Hart is kissing him, and he still hasn’t made any move to kiss her back.

He quickly remedies this dilemma by shutting the door with his foot and placing his hands on her ass, trying to support some of her weight for her. Once sure of her comfortability, he lets himself melt into the kiss, and Kim responds enthusiastically, her tongue slipping into his mouth.

They stay that way for a few seconds, until he feels her grind slightly on his abs, and he sets her down onto the counter so he can kiss her neck.

“Is this okay?” Kim asks once her mouth is free, and he almost laughs at how belated the question seems— she’s already sporting a dark purple hickey on her neck.

“I don’t know,” he grins, and she frowns at him, “what underwear are you wearing?”

She rolls her eyes at him playfully before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Take my shirt off to find out. Not clickbait.”

[straightnochaser-ff-blog]

2.

Q

I woke up at 10 am a little confused. First Take wasn’t on which was weird because my tv is always left on that channel at night. I sat up when I heard someone coming in the door. It was Aventer in her towel. Her hair was wet and she had water droplets on her shoulders. Made sense now, I was in her room.

“Hey” she said.

“Hey” I smiled.

“You wanna go get breakfast?” she asked.

“Sure, let me go to my room and shower. I’ll be back when I’m done” I said. She nodded and I got up putting on my wife beater and stepping into my slides.  I walked over to her and kissed her forehead. As much as I’ve wanted to kiss her lips, I didn’t think we were there yet and I didn’t want to do anything more to jeopardize our progress. I walked out of her suite and to the elevator so that I could go up to mine. I pressed up and got on the elevator when it came. When I got to my floor I walked down the long wood planked hallway to my suite. I swiped my card and the suite door unlocked. Timothy was in the living room watching first take.

“Yo” I said. I felt bad for taking my anger out on my homie like that last night. We’ve been friends since kindergarten and he’s always had my back, even when I was wrong. 

 “Wassup” he responded. 

 “Bro I wanna apologize about last night, I shouldn’t have put my hands on you” I said. 

“It’s aight man, I know you were in your feelings” he said. These niggas were always calling me emotional. 

 “Cool” 

 “Where you coming from?” he asked. 

“Aventer, I slept there last night” I said. 

 “Oh really? she gave you some?” he asked smirking.

 “Nah man” I said shaking my head. 

 “She’s not like that” I said. 

 “Every girl is like that for the right nigga” he said putting his cup in the sink. 

“You might be right man. Anyway I’m gonna go shower, we’re going to get breakfast” I said. 

 “Nigga sprung without the pussy already” he yelled. I laughed. I wasn’t sprung but damn if I wasn’t feeling her. 

I hopped in the shower and cleaned myself up for about 20 minutes. I brushed my teeth when I got out and then went to my room to get dressed. We were only getting breakfast so I threw on some grey sweats and a white tee. I then chose my black Yeezy boosts as my footwear for the day. I looked at my phone to see that it was already 10:40. I grabbed my car keys and texted Avy to meet me downstairs. I waited in the lobby for about 5 minutes before she appeared. 

“I like your Yeezys” she said chuckling. She had on the zebra ones. 

 “Great minds think alike, come on i’ll drive.” I said. We walked over to my matte red Range Rover and I unlocked the doors. I opened her door for her and held it until she was in her seat and then went around to the drivers side. 

 “So where to?” I asked. 

 “Definitely craving some iHop” she said. I nodded and pulled my car out of the spot. There was an ihop 10 minutes from here so we’d be there soon. The ride was mostly quiet with the exception of the music playing from my playlist. Aventer busied herself by looking out the window. She was beautiful even when she was doing nothing. 

 “You okay” I asked looking over at her briefly. 

 “Yeah I’m fine” she replied smiling at me as she twirled her hair. She was nervous about something. I grabbed her hand with my right hand as I continued to steer with my left. She squeezed it and rested her head back on the headrest. We had finally made it to ihop and were seated immediately. We both started looking through our menu to find out what we wanted to eat. I already had something in mind so it didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted. I looked up from the menu and watched her as she looked though the menu puzzled. Her face produced a small smile, I assume after she found what she wanted to eat. 

 “Why are you staring at me?” she asked before looking up from the menu. She turned her head to the side awaiting my reply. 

 “You’re nice to look at” I replied. 

 “So are you, but you don’t see me staring” she said. 

 “Well we’re two different people so we handle things different” I said. 

 “When’s your birthday?” she asked. 

 “August 27th” I replied.

 “No fucking way” she said slamming her hand on the table. 

 “What” I asked laughing. 

 “My birthday is also the 27th” she replied. 

 “You serious?” 

 “I’m deadass b” she responded making me laugh. 

 “Where are you from?” I asked. 

 “New York” she said. I figured. I could here the accent all in her voice. 

 “You?” 

 “Indianapolis but I been in LA since I was 11” I responded. She opened her mouth to say something but the waitress interrupted her. 

 “Hello my name is Susan and I’ll be your waitress. What can I start you guys off with today” she asked cheerily. 

 “What do want Avy?” I asked. 

 “Ummm can I have grape juice and the blueberry pancakes” she said to the waitress. 

 “And for you handsome?” she asked smiling in my directions. If she wasn’t in her 50s Aventer probably would have gotten an attitude. 

 “Can I have the cinnamon pancakes and lemonade please” I said. 

 “Sure thing sweety, I’ll have the right out to you kids” she said and took our menus walking away. 

 “So why did you move to LA?” she asked focusing her attention back on me. 

“My mom re-married so her, my brother and I moved out here where my step-dad works” I said. 

 “What does he do?” she asked. 

 “He’s a lawyer” I said. Our waitress came back with our drinks before Aventer asked me some more questions. 

 “My dad is a lawyer too, he works mostly with celebrities and my mom is a surgeon” she said sipping her juice. 

 “A surgeon? What does she specialize in?” I asked curiously. That’s exactly what I wanted to be. 

 “Neuro” she replied. 

 “Wow. Your mom has my dream career” I said. 

 “So you’re a little rich girl?” I asked but mostly assumed. She was 19 driving a Benz, of course she was a little rich girl. 

 “Yeah but I work for things I have. My car is in my name because I bought it. I model and do a lot of photo shoots, which is why I wanted to go to school in California to keep my business up. I’m spoiled yes, but I still buy things with my own money” she said. 

 “My kind of girl” I said smirking. She blushed and looked out the window trying to hide her face. 

 “Well, aren’t you spoiled too? Your step-dad is a lawyer” she said. 

 “Yeah but I wouldn’t say I’m spoiled. I still work for my own shit but my car was actually a graduation present” I said. 

 “Aww how sweet” she said pinching my cheek. I chuckled and swatted her hand away from my face. The waitress brought over our food and Aventer dug in right away. 

 “Damn the food ain’t going anywhere” I said laughing at her. 

 “Shut up” she said with a mouth full. 

 “I’m hungry as fuck” she said waving the knife around. 

 “Take it easy killer” 

 “I would really murk someone over food too” she said. I believe it. She almost put a dent in Melissa’s face last night. 

 “So what part of New York you from?” I asked. 

 “Well I’m originally from the Bronx but my family moved to Westchester when I got to high school. My parents had my older brother when they were 16 so their lives didn’t really pan out how they wanted it to immediately but they both finished school by the time I was 10 and then my dad caught a big case when I was 12 so he took that money and moved us to boujee ass Westchester” she said. 

I wasn’t really familiar with any other parts of New York besides the boroughs but I’m assuming where she lived now was equivalent to Calabasas, where I lived, or the Valley. 

 “You don’t like it there?” I asked. 

 “Yeah, I made friends and everything but those people been rich since they were born so they don’t really get my personality. I wasn’t born into anything, my parents made something out of nothing” she said. 

 “I feel you, I wasn’t born into anything either. If it wasn’t for my step-dad I wouldn’t even be in Cali” I said. 

 “Well, it’s nice to meet someone who isn’t a spoiled brat, my sister Amethyst though-” she paused shaking her head and sipping her drink.

 “She’s spoiled as fuck. She has a good heart and all that but she’ll literally go up to my dad and ask him for $500” she said. 

 “Does he give it to her?” I asked. 

 “Once in a while but more often than not, that’s why she’s spoiled. My mom spoils her too but whatever” she said. 

 “I’m sure if you were to ask they’d give you money” I said. 

 “Yeah, but I wouldn’t. I’m too prideful for that, I’d have to be in desperate need to ask and even after that I would still find a way to pay them back” she said. 

“You’re very independent, that’s a good trait” I said. We finished our food while getting to know each other and cracking jokes. I asked for the bill which Aventer insisted on paying her half for but I ignored her. We headed back out to my car and got in. It was hot as hell outside so my air conditioning was hitting the spot. 

 “You got anything planned for the rest of the day” I asked. 

 “Nah” she replied while buckling her seatbelt. 

 “Alright, well I need to go to the mall real quick. you down?” I asked. She nodded and turned up the music. 

 “Can you slow down, damn” she said touching my shoulder. I chuckled. 

 “I’m only going 50 mph grandma” I said jokingly. She mushed the side of my face irritating me a bit. 

 “Aight, it’s never smart to fight with the person driving the car” I said. We got to the mall and took the short walk from the parking lot to inside. 

 “Where you going?” she asked. 

 “There’s this place called LA gear, I need to look at their new stuff” I said. 

 “As if you need more sneakers” she said. 

 “First of all, you don’t know what I need” I said. 

 “I’m sure you don’t need this” she replied. I mean she was right. I had about 50 pairs of sneakers in my dorm and well over 200 at home. But still, there was always room for more. We arrived at the store and I began to look around. I ended up buying another pair of yeezys and 2 pairs of Jordan’s. Aventer also bought another pair of yeezys so I don’t why she was going so hard on me. These shits were like $600. 

 “You just blew $1200” she said shaking her head at me. I shrugged. 

 “I’ll make it back” I said. 

 “How, you selling drugs? I don’t fuck with no trap lords” she said making me hunch over in laughter. 

 “Nah not at all, my dad lets me work at his company on Saturdays and I make $40 an hour on a 8-hour shift. I’ll have this back in 4 weeks, not like it put a dent in my account anyway” I said. She nodded but she wasn’t paying attention to me anymore. She stopped in her tracks and her eyebrows furrowed. I caught the direction she was looking in and it was some tall light skin nigga with tattoos. 

“You know him?” I asked.

 “Th-that’s my ex” she said. He looked over in our direction and Aventer turned around and ran.

 “Hold up!” I yelled after her. 

 “Avy” I said grabbing her after we ran what felt like a mile. She had ran all the way out of the mall. 

 “We have to go, please!” she basically begged grabbing onto my arm. We made it back to my car and she got in as soon as I unlocked it locking her passenger door behind her. I got in the driver seat and locked my door as well. We sat there for about 5 minutes before I dared to ask a question.

 “Aventer, was he hitting you?” I asked. I couldn’t think of any other reason for her to be afraid of this nigga. She nodded her head. 

 “He would grab me up and be rough and he would hit me sometimes but he always told me ‘If I can’t have you no one can’. I don’t even know how he found me. He’s suppose to be in New York still” she said. 

 “Don’t worry about him. Okay? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you” I said grabbing her hand. 

 “You don’t get it, Chris doesn’t fight fair. He has guns and guys that will come looking for me” she said. That didn’t phase me. One thing about my biological father was, he was a gang leader. He’s the reason I’m fearless. He got killed when I was 16 over some petty bullshit but that’s what happens when you involve yourself in that type of lifestyle. My Uncle’s have taken over the business for him and they always have my back.

“Trust me, I got you” I said. I grabbed her face and turned it so she was facing me. Her eyes looked so scared and worried. I brought her face to mine and placed a soft kiss on her lips. It sounds corny but I swear I felt an electric shock go through my body. I turned on my car and got back on the road to our dorm. She never let go of my hand the whole ride. We reached the dorm building about 20 minutes later and I walked her to her room. 

 “Can you stay with me for a little while?” she asked. I nodded. 

 “Of course” I walked in behind her and took a seat at her desk slipping off my shoes and putting them in the corner. She took off her shoes as well as her sweats and her shirt. I wasn’t sure if she forgot I was here but I was enjoying the view. Her body was amazing. She was small but curvy with a little fat ass. 

“Sorry, I kind of forgot you were over there” she said. 

 “No problem, trust me” I said not bothered. She slipped on some booty shorts and a tank top and walked over to me. I looked up at her puzzled. She stood between my legs and ran her left hand through my curls while she stroked my face with the other. 

 “I just wanted to tell you that it’s rare that you find loyal people in life and I’m glad we found each other. Just like you have my back I’ll have yours. But, I do have one question. Why are you so…nice even though we just met?” she asked. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her down on my lap. 

 “Class isn’t the first time I saw you” I confessed. 

 “We were at orientation together but I was still with my Ex at the time so I never spoke. I thought you were beautiful, you still are” I said rubbing her thigh with my thumb. 

 “I told myself that if the opportunity ever presented itself I’d talk to you, and you presented the opportunity” I said and chuckled. She smiled and leaned down to kiss my lips. She had the softest lips I had ever felt. She broke the kiss because things were getting a little too intense. 

 “Sorry, I just don’t want to move that fast” she said standing up. 

 “I understand, we have all the time in the world to get to know each other” I said standing to my feet. 

 “Come cuddle?” she asked but more like commanded. She pulled me over to her bed and I laid down. She laid next to me and we both stared up at the ceiling enjoying each other’s silence. 

 “This isn’t cuddling” I said due to the fact that we weren’t even touching each other. She giggled cutely and turned her body to face me. 

 “How’s this?” she said throwing her arm and leg over me. 

 “Perfect” I replied placing my hand on her thigh.

 “Just perfect” 

 Aventer 

 "So you’re telling me that you think Iron Man is better than Captain America?“ I asked. We were having a Marvel nerd conversation. I probably don’t look like someone that’s in to all that but I’ve actually seen every movie by Marvel and read all their comic books. Turns out, so did Q. We were so much alike that it was scary. 

 "I’m telling you that Captain America couldn’t beat him in a fight” he said. 

 "Do you see how big that nigga is?“ 

 "That has nothing to do with it! It’s all about power” he said. I rolled my eyes unconvinced. 

 "I beg to differ" I said making him laugh. 

 "You’re stubborn" he said. 

 "And hard headed, my Momma said I was" I said smiling brightly. Our fun was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was an unknown number. 

 "You have to be fucking kidding me" I said looking at the screen. Chris managed to be calling me again I’m sure. Even after I had blocked his number. I was going to have to change my number now. 

 "What’s wrong?“ Q asked leaning over to see my phone. He grabbed it out of my hand and answered it. 

 "Q-” I started to say but Q put his finger to his lips signaling for me to shut up. 

“Who’s this?” he asked. 

“Chris. Who the fuck is this?” I heard Chris say. 

 "Wassup Chris. I’m gonna need you to stop calling this number" Q said calmly. 

“Nigga I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-“ 

 "Don’t worry about who the fuck I am nigga. Do yourself a favor and don’t call here again” Q said sternly. I heard Chris chuckle. 

 "Or what nigga!“ 

“You’ll regret it. Trust me, tread lightly nigga.“ Q said and hung up. 

 "You need to get your number changed” he said looking over at me obviously irritated.

“I know but then my parents are going to ask questions” I said.

“Just tell them you lost your phone or something, but you need a different number especially since that nigga knows you’re around San Francisco somewhere” he said. He was right. There were like 10 other colleges in San Fran but it wouldn’t take much for him to find out which one I went to. I made it my business never to post about my university but he still found me.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow okay?” he said grabbing my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“Okay” I smiled. Q smiled at me and leaned over to kiss me but the ringing of his phone stopped him.

“Hello” he said to whoever was on the other line.

“Nah nigga I’m not going out tonight”

“Cuz I’m chillin”

“Yeah I’m with her. Hold on”

“Avy you going out tonight” he asked me. I shook my head no. After last night, I needed a break, at least until next weekend. 

“She said no bro so that’s a no from me too dawg” he said making me giggle.

“Shut the fuck up nigga, aight bye” he said and ended the call.

“Niggas keep saying I’m sprung” he said.

“Well are you?” I asked.

“Nah, but I’m not far from it” he said as he looked over at me seductively. Control yourself Avy, It’s way too early to give him some.

“Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Wassup”

“How do you view a girl that has sex with you like 3 days after meeting you” I asked curiously. He shrugged.

“Honestly, I can’t even say I’d call her a hoe because me and my ex had sex maybe 5 days after we met. But when you have sex doesn’t define how a nigga is gonna treat you. Niggas will treat you like shit if you have sex right away or wait a while simply because you’re not the one they want. But if you are, time won’t matter. Only time you wait to have sex is when you want to build a bond first, that way you don’t mistake lust for love and you know for sure that’s who you want to be with” he said.

“Wow, that’s a good answer” I said. I didn’t think Q was this inquisitive. 

“That’s just how I feel about things. Why you ask me that though?” he questioned stroking his goatee.

“No reason” I lied and got up to grab a juice from my fridge.

“Mmhmm” he said in a low tone. I knew he called bullshit but I wasn’t about to tell him why I asked.

“You want something to drink” I asked.

“You have water?” he replied. I grabbed a bottle and sauntered my way back over to him.

“If you not trying to have sex anytime soon I suggest you stop walking around here like that” he said before smacking my ass.

“Keep your hands to yourself little nigga” I said mushing him.

“Oh I’m far from that” he smirked.

I sat back on my bed propping my feet up on his lap. 

 "I look like a foot rest to you?” he asked pushing my feet off him but I put them right back. I raised my right leg and pushed his face with my foot. 

 "Get. Ya. Foot. Out. My. Face.“ he said grabbing my ankle. I laughed at his attempt to sound serious. 

 "Or what?” I said moving my head from side to side. Q frowned and then started tickling me. Unfortunately, I was ticklish as hell.

 "Q!! STOP!!“ I screamed trying to push him off me. 

 "I don’t know who you thought you were playing with” he said as he continued to tickle the life out of me. 

 "Okay okay I’m sorry" I said. I was laughing so much that tears were rolling out of my eyes. Q stopped tickling me and started laughing at my helpless self. 

 "I bet ya ass will leave me alone next time I ask" he said hovering over my face. 

His nose brushed against mine and our lips were merely inches apart. His right arm was supporting his weight and his left hand was holding my right arm down. We were engaged in an intense stare off just admiring each other’s features before he leaned in to kiss me. The kiss started off innoncent but it quickly became passionate. Q slid his tongue into my mouth and our tongues quickly became involved in a battle of dominance. Q broke this kiss and started kissing along my jaw bone and down to my neck where he began to suck on my flesh. 

 "Mmm" I moaned. My neck was my weak spot, you could pretty much get me to do anything you asked if you were sucking on it. 

 "Q stop" I said realizing what we were doing. Q ignored me and began to kiss down to my breasts. 

 "Q!“ I said louder but I still hadn’t pushed him off of me. As much as I thought we should wait, I really wanted this. 

 "Alright stop” I said pushing him away. 

 "What’s wrong?“ he asked. 

 "I- this isn’t right. We’re not ready for this” I said. 

 "I don’t know about you but I am" he said smiling. 

 "Q-“ 

 "You want to do this Aventer, you can’t fool me. Are you afraid I’m going to stop talking to you?” he questioned. 

 "No" 

 "You think I don’t really like you?“ 

 "No" 

 "Then wassup?“ 

 "I-” I began but couldn’t even formulate the words. I don’t know what I was really holding back from. Maybe the fact that he could secretly be just like Chris and this attachment would make it hard for me to leave him too. Or, maybe Q really is trying to play me. But if he wasn’t, he’d find these accusations insulting. So it wasn’t the best idea to tell him this. 

 "I just want to wait, until the time is right” I said. Q sighed but gave me a nod acknowledging that he was agreeing with me. He rolled over beside me and rubbed his hands down his face. 

 "I’m sorry" I said. 

 "You don’t have to apologize, my bad for taking it too far though" he said. 

 "It’s okay" 

 "Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here" he said. 

 "What if it’s like a year from now" I asked laughing knowing that I wouldn’t even be able to last that long. He chuckled. 

 "Even if it is, you’re worth it" he said. 

 Chris 

Aventer must have forgotten who the fuck I am. She was really acting like I couldn’t have her snatched up off the street with the snap of a finger. I was trying to keep my patience though because I didn’t want to hurt her but she was testing me. As if I didn’t know what school she went to. And, whoever that nigga is she’s with, he’s dead. No one fucks with what’s mine, man, woman or child. I gave no fucks, everyone could end up with a bullet between their eyes. I let her get away at the mall in San Francisco because there was too many people. But, I’d be paying her a visit when the time was right. Anyways, I was out in Oakland at the moment handling some business with some of my niggas out here. I had to stop at the gas station to refill my lambo and get some papers. I pulled up to a tank, hopped out my car and went into the station. 

“I’m on number 2” I said to the clerk. I walked to the back to pick up a snack I was going to need after smoking and some bitch backed up into me stepping on my Jordans. 

“Yo what the fuck” I said angry. 

“I’m so sorry” she said turning around. She was pretty. She had brown hair, smooth skin and her lips looked soft as fuck. She was on the tall side but she had a nice little body from what I could see. 

 "It’s aight" I said. If she was ugly I would have blacked but shawty was fine.

 "I have those sneakers too" she said pointing at mine. 

 "Yeah they’re essential" I said grabbing a few things. 

 "Yeah, 1′s are always essential" she said. Hmm so she was into sneakers. 

 "I’m Chris" I said introducing myself. 

 "Briana" she said extending her hand. I grabbed it and shook it. 

 "You go to school out here" I asked. 

 "Well I’m from here but yeah I do" she said. 

 "That’s wassup, I’m new to the area" I said. 

 "Well I’d love to show you around some time" she said smiling. I smirked. 

 "Sounds good to me" I said. She held her hand out for my phone and I passed it to her so she could put her number in. 

 "Text me" she said. 

 "I will.“ I smiled.

Briana might just be who I need to complete my plans. She was young and in college which meant hanging with her would probably help me cross paths with Aventer. All I wanted to do was get back at her for leaving and if that meant making her life hell on Earth, I was all for it. 

I paid for my snacks and the gas and then went back to the pump to fill it up.

“Maxwell” I heard someone call my last name.

“Who wants to know?” I asked not turning around.

“Melissa.”