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jakeyt · 6 months
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Covet: Chapter 7 (Part 2 of 2)
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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader
Covet Summary:
Life was good. No, life was great. 
Was. 
Until.
Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.
You welcomed him into your life—your home. 
Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in. 
Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.
At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.
Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+); smutty smutty smut; oral sex m!receiving; unprotected p in v sex; mentions of toxic past relationships (cheating, lying, etc.) (lmk if i missed anything that is triggering to you!)
Chapter Word Count: 15k+
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a/n: alas, the second part of chapter 7!
as per usual, life has been busy and stressful. but, recently, i've had a couple of terribly sad things take place on top of it all. so, all of that piled up has stalled me. threw me way off balance for a bit.
my anxiety has also been ✨trippin'✨ recently, so i'm just drowning atp.
as always, ty to my sis @joshym for being a fucking amazing sister, talking through ideas w me, and proofreading for me <3 ilysfm
and ty to my wonderful friend @alwaysonthemend for being amazing and supportive + ever-encouraging. u r wonderful & ilysfm &lt;3
i hope u guys (gn) enjoy the rest of chapter 7!
-🌼🌼🌼-
Waking up the next morning was not as wonderful as it’d been the morning prior. 
You loved your sister with nearly everything in you, but being tied up in her legs was absolutely nothing compared to being curled up in Jake’s. 
Your body ached to feel his body against yours in the morning again. . .formed to yours, your legs tangled up in each other, your cheek resting on his warm, firm chest. 
Shit. You needed to feel him.
You were just about to get up to see if he was still in his room when Elsie made a telltale noise that she was awake. And when she cracked an eye open to look at you, she looked completely groggy and out of it. 
But definitely awake. Before you knew it, she was up and aware and checking her phone through blurry eyes. 
She yawned once more as she scrolled, but you knew this was only a sign that she was truly awake. A final yawn before starting her day. It was a weird thing you’d noticed with her years ago.
So, you knew that she would waste no time in wanting to start her day as soon as—
“Get dressed and let’s go get coffee,” she said, already walking to your bedroom to get her clothes on to start the day.
And within twenty minutes, you were both flitting about the apartment (bickering already), with the Jetta keys in Elsie’s hand, ready to go. 
As you loaded up in your car to start the day, you couldn’t help but notice the impending throbbing Jake had left between your legs from the night before. 
A sick reminder of the person you hadn’t had the chance to see again this morning. 
-🌼🌼🌼-
You spent the day with Elsie, doing a variety of activities that you two used to do all the time. 
You got the coffee she’d wanted as soon as she’d awoken, then got your nails done, went shopping for unnecessary things, got sushi. . .
It was a fun day. 
But it dragged. On and on. 
Seeing Jake at the gig tonight was undoubtedly the thing you were looking forward to most all day long.
The dull pain between your legs from where Jake had been the night before had you getting even more excited. 
But it also served as a reminder to make your rules. 
He’d followed the other rules you’d made well enough (enough being the key term) before. It seemed a legitimate idea to pitch some again for whatever the fuck you two had now gotten yourselves into twice (and more than that if you counted the other things the two of you had done).
You just hoped he’d respond well to these. They were to benefit both of you. Keep the sex just sex.
Protection.
You were sure they’d be easy for you to follow, so you were crossing your fingers they would be for him, too. You weren’t going to ask a lot of him.
By the time Elsie was done buying whatever she definitely didn’t need from H&M, you already had a solid ten rules made up.
Ten seemed good. Even number. Good start.
And you’d made one rule for yourself personally: No funny business until the rules had been discussed. 
You needed the rules in place to feel like you had some semblance of control over it all.
He’d just have to be okay with that.
-🌼🌼🌼-
The show hadn’t even ended, their little encore about to start, when you got a text from Jake, making your tummy flip at his name popping up on your screen. 
Jake, 10:30 p.m.: Josh says to meet us at that bowling alley we played a couple weeks back
Jake, 10:30 p.m.: oh fuck I forgot
Jake, 10:30 p.m.: that was when you weren’t coming to our shows for god knows what reason. It’s called brooklyn bowl
Jake, 10:31 p.m.: we will be there as soon as this set is done. Head that way and we will meet you
The string of texts kind of shocked you, if you were being completely honest. The fact that Jake had apparently been willing to text you about the plans made your stomach dip. 
And even though his little remark about you not going to their shows made your skin heat with irritation, you still felt butterflies as you quickly texted back. 
You, 10:33 p.m.: Okay. We will see you guys there. 
You nudged Elsie, showing her the texts. 
Her lips had a smart little smirk as soon as she saw who it was texting you, her eyes flashing to you to see your expression. 
You only rolled your eyes and said, “It’s not that he’s texting me, stupid. We need to leave.”
So she finished reading the texts, and nodded her head when she’d finished. 
“That’ll be fun,” she grinned bigger, winking. She nodded once again, signaling for you to move out so she could follow you out from the booth you’d been sitting in to watch the guys perform. “Let’s go.”
-🌼🌼🌼-
You waited a good while for a lane to open up, the alley being oddly busy on a Monday night. 
As you’d waited in line, Elsie had made a comment about Jake acting a little funny about you not being at their shows for a bit. 
You’d pushed her off, claiming he was just being an asshole. 
And your heart hadn’t beaten any faster when he’d sent a simple response as you waited in the line to get a lane. 
Jake, 11:05 p.m.: :) 
Jake, 11:07 p.m.: we will be there soon
You didn’t respond, not wanting to seem eager for a response or some shit. He’d know that you got his message by your ‘read’ receipt.
Eventually, you and your sister had a lane assigned to your party, and you located it. The two of you took the time to set up your names in the machine before the guys would arrive and presumably took over. You had a funny feeling they’d be pre-excited to start the game and compete. 
And you knew well enough to stay out of their way when they got excited over bowling. 
You assumed Jake would be the same. But you didn’t know as this would be your first time going out with him to bowl.
Well, going out with the guys and Jake. Not just him. 
It wasn’t like you guys were dating or some weird shit. 
Fuck no.
You weren’t. At all.
And just as that thought’d come to your mind, you figured tonight would be a really good time to talk over the rules you’d spent the day crafting.
Before he started assuming shit.
He probably didn’t. You knew better than to get too big of a head over Jake considering the thing you guys had done any more than just fucking.
You ignored the tiny sinking in your tummy over that thought. It didn’t matter. It was just fucking. 
So. Yeah. Rules would be good to have. Good reminders. You’d find a quiet time tonight to tell him about them.
They would let you have the control you needed, and keep you both in line with the situationship staying strictly sex.
-🌼🌼🌼-
You were correct in assuming the boys would come in and take over the machine; fingers flew over the touchscreen panel and ridiculous pictures were taken to accompany their player names.
Elsie only sat back and watched Josh in nothing short of amazement, laughing at every single thing he’d say or do. And he’d look back at her and send secret smiles, shooting winks and long glances when he wasn’t looking at the machine.
They were fucking adorable. 
But they could have the relationship. 
You weren’t interested in something like that. 
Though, you couldn’t help the way you watched Jake’s ass as he bent over the chair to put his name in, along with his own picture. His eyes crossed and tongue sticking out. 
You really couldn’t help the smirk and tiny giggle that bubbled out of you when he’d set it up. 
Also, his ass was looking fucking round and delicious in his jeans. 
Fuck. 
When he’d taken the initiative to get the guys’ shoes for them at the counter, you took the opportunity to do the same for your sister and you. 
This could be your chance to talk to him about rules.
Following behind him a few healthy steps, you saw him bent at the waist, arms crossed on the shoe counter as he talked to the girl working it. What was he doing? He was only up there to get fucking shoes.
Despite being annoyed, you did openly take the opportunity to admire his ass while you could. It was too tempting not to. Firm as hell, and poking out yet again from this position he was leaning into. 
You didn’t waste time, though, as you met him at the counter. There was shit to do and he was already taking too long.
You sidled up next to him, without another thought, as the girl across the counter continued to flirt openly with him.  
You rolled your eyes at her, glancing at him as he did the same back. He had a shit eating grin on his face the whole time, as if he knew she was lapping up every bit of it all. 
Stupid. You guys needed to get your shoes and get back to start the game. None of you had time for the little game he and this girl were playing. 
And she needed to focus on her job. 
“I need some shoes, too, if you don’t mind,” you butted in, pressing your arm into Jake’s. She looked annoyed, but you didn’t care. You were too. Looking down at your roommate, you narrowed your eyes at him. He was already looking at you, a raised brow and a smirk on his lips. Your panties got the slightest bit wet. Dumb. “Did you at least give her your fucking sizes?”
He rolled his eyes, but quickly changed his face to a knowing sort of thing that made you want to punch him and kiss him all at once. He uncrossed his arms from the counter, standing up to look down at you. 
“Yes,” he said, voice dripping with irritation, and a mix of something else you couldn’t put your finger to. “Would you like to give her yours, ma’am?” 
“Shut the fuck up, Jake,” you gritted in response. You looked back at her, as she continued to size Jake up. “Excuse me, I still need shoes. A woman’s size 6 and a size 8.”
And just as she begrudgingly left to get them all, you made eye contact with him again. He was already looking at you.
The apples of his cheeks were round with a big smile, pearly white teeth gleaming in the neon lighting of the place as he chuckled lowly. 
“What, Cheshire fucking Cat?” 
“You’re silly,” he said cutely. “And you’ve got a filthy fuckin’ mouth on you tonight, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
Your heart leapt at him calling you that. You really liked how it sounded when he called you pet names— like sweetheart and baby. . . It sounded so, so nice falling from his pretty lips. 
Blinking back at him, you refocused. “I’m silly? What the fuck does that mean?”
“You just are. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s cute. You’re cute,” he leaned his butt against the front of the counter, and he reached out to toy with the halter top you’d worn tonight. “And you look fucking sexy tonight. Why didn’t you stand closer to the stage for me to see you while I played?”
You flushed, and felt the slightest bit sad when he let his hand fall from your shirt to tuck back into his front pocket. 
“Wanted to show Elsie another vantage point of the show,” you replied, not wanting to tell him that you weren’t sure you could’ve handled being that close to him, watching him ruthlessly fuck his guitar. It would’ve made you fall victim to him before you were able to discuss your rules with him. “But that doesn’t matter. We need to talk about something.”
He let out a breath and then responded, “Well I know what this is going to be about,” he started, his eyes locking with yours. You lifted a brow, encouraging him to continue. “You don’t think us having sex is the best idea, hm? Can’t let yourself have too much of a good thing.”
Scoffing, you crossed your arms. 
You uncrossed them. 
Then, with a huff, you crossed them again. 
You were starting to realize when you did this, it made you feel guarded, emotions not on full display. Jake brought out so many different emotions in you— made you feel exposed. Crossing your arms to hide what pieces of yourself you could cover was all you could do. You just weren’t sure if it was healthy to constantly be on guard like you so often were. 
But it was just what you did. Especially with him.
“You think it’s that good?” You sassed, trying to disguise how wonderful you knew it to be, your pussy still in the slightest bit of pain from just how good he’d given it to you not even twenty-four hours ago. 
His eyes bore into yours, challenging you. “Oh, you’re saying it wasn’t?” He turned towards you. “Is that why I had to cover your mouth to keep you from getting all loud? You didn’t seem to think it was so bad when—.”
“Here are your shoes!” The girl was back, sliding all six pairs Jake’s way. You scooted yours and Elsie’s over to you, eying the girl and judging how she was holding eyes with Jake.
“These were mine,” you reminded as you held onto the backs of the shoes, clicking them against the counter.
As you went to hold them in your arms, you waited for her to look up at you. And when she threw you a disgusted glance, you didn’t let her look away, pinning her there. And as if on cue, customers were showing up behind you and Jake. 
“Better get to work,” you remarked at her, throwing a thumb back to point at the next people in line. You then tapped the other boys’ shoes to remind Jake to get them. He grabbed them just in time for you to take him by his sleeve. He chuckled under his breath as he let you drag the two of you over a few feet. 
Why was he laughing? 
You released him as soon as you were far enough away from the girl that she’d leave you alone. 
“You like her?” You questioned hotly (for literally no reason at all, really just genuine curiosity). “She definitely likes you.” 
“I don’t know,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. “Why does it matter?”
“It doesn’t.”
“You’re the one who asked.”
“I just think it’s a good idea for you to be careful where you’re sticking your dick,” you chided, assuming to yourself that was the reason you asked in the first place. There was no other reason to care. “I’ll make you fucking wrap that shit.”
“I always do,” he challenged, stepping towards you a bit. It made your heart thump in your chest. 
“No you don’t,” you challenged back, crinkling a brow with a shake of your head. “You’ve never—.”
“Not with you I don't. Other girls, always. It’s fucking nasty not to,” he reasoned. His voice went impossibly lower, deeper with his next words. “I’ve never given a flying fuck about truly feeling the shape of a girl’s pussy until yours. I wasn’t going to miss out on that.”
Your cheeks heated, becoming red at his words. You could not be that special.
“That’s a fucking lie,” you hushed back, leveling with him. You pushed your chest out to fake a sort of sanity you were beginning to lack. “What about your ex-girlfrie—?”
“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’, his hand coming up to gently hold your bicep. His calloused thumb smoothed over your skin, drawing mindless shapes. You shivered. “Always used protection with her, too.”
You blinked. You were at a loss for words. 
His eyes scanned your body. The outfit of black skinny jeans that showcased your ass and your striped halter top that gave you incredible cleavage. He watched the curves of your breasts as your chest heaved at him watching you.
Your eyes floated to his lips, full and pink and kissable. Fuck. You just wanted to kiss him so bad.
It seemed he wanted it, too.
His were getting nearer and nearer to yours.
And you were leaning into it. . . So close to what you were learning was a constant craving.
“Y/n!” Elsie’s voice from across the way brought you out of your momentary daze. 
You shoved Jake back. 
Dammit, you hated being cut off from him like that. 
But you were currently way too close for outside onlookers. 
Your eyes were as wide as a deer in headlights as you scanned the alley for her. You’d lost your party entirely, your mind being wrapped up in only Jake for the past fifteen minutes. 
She whistled to gain your attention. And when you finally saw her, she was still on the bench from earlier, Josh right next to her. Their thighs were touching and his arm was over the back of her chair, facing away from you. 
Thank fuck. He hadn’t seen. 
But you had the sneakiest suspicion Elsie had seen too much. The quirk of her lips said so.
You could deal with her later.
“Shoooooes!” She sang, Josh harmonizing with her momentarily as if to mock. She giggled at him, shoving his shoulder. Now looking at him as she spoke, “I’m ready to kick Josh’s ass and I need my shoes to do it!” 
You looked back over at Jake for a split second, seeing the same disappointment in his eyes that you were feeling in the pit of your stomach. 
But you just couldn’t chance all of them seeing you two like that. 
You were still looking at him when you called back with a, “Coming!”
And as you walked back to your friends, Jake followed closely behind. You could feel him staring at your ass as you swayed it in front of him. With the smallest secret grin on your lips, you pressed the back of your hand to your cheeks to tame your blush.
The throbbing between your legs was begging for him. 
You had to get these stupid (albeit necessary) rules out of the way quick so you could sneak off and let him fuck you. 
-🌼🌼🌼-
“Ah! Another fucking strike!” Sammy punched the air in triumph, elbowing Danny in the side. “Try to beat my fuckin’ score, Daniel! Betcha can’t.” 
The four of you that sat back at the booth to watch applauded Sam’s score, but urged Danny on to “kick his ass, Danny!”
“Don’t let him have the upper hand,” you shouted at Daniel, who sent a wink back at you. 
And as Danny took his first shot, you heard Jake pipe up from across the table. “Who wants something to drink? Or maybe some fuckin’ chicken tenders or something. ‘M starving.”
Everyone yelled back “me!” except for you, who watched him lazily from your side of the booth. You’d been admiring him any chance you’d gotten from your spot all evening. He was sitting next to Josh and you were next to Elsie. Perfect view of him across the booth.
“Jacob, I volunteer you to get the booze and food,” Josh decided, clapping a hand against Jake’s shoulder. “I’ll play in your spot while you’re gone. We’re basically the same person, so it counts.”
Elsie joined in with her own two cents. “And I think you should help him carry it all back, sis, so I don’t let Josh get the upper hand with too much playing.” She added, “Let me play for you, too, and I’ll stay on the same page as him. Keep things fair.”
They laughed with each other like two little obnoxious love birds. And you couldn’t even care about it as you met eyes with your roommate, a glint in his eye at the prospect of you two escaping. 
He got out, and you watched his body unfold, and then as he stretched from sitting. You averted your gaze when you heard the telling sign of a strike, and the sounds of Danny rubbing it in Sammy’s face.
“Sure,” you replied, trying to act irritated that she was making you leave. When you were actually anything but. She looked at Jake, then back at you, throwing you a wiggle of her brows as you got out. Bitch knew what she was doing. 
Jake waited for you, and you quickly joined him in walking to the bar. 
“You know how amazing your ass looks in those jeans,” he said to you in a low tone as you walked that way. “Do you always wear the sexiest shit on purpose?” 
Heart racing, you looked up at him with a tiny grin. “Maybe.”
When you approached the bar, he put in a few orders of chicken and fries and several beers. 
“Yeah, man, but it might take a bit,” the guy responded, looking over at you, giving you a decent once over. He was blatantly checking you out. You pretended you didn’t notice as you let your eyes travel back to Jake, whose eyebrows were turned in at the guy looking at you. “Probably like five to ten minutes. That okay?”
“If you can keep your eyes off of her while you do it, sure,” he said back, taking a step over, closer to you. The guy looked shocked to be called out, stuttering a bit. He nodded his head a few times at Jake in response. 
“Yeah man, sorry,” he said, voice wavering. “Just don’t always see girls so pretty,” he sent a small, worried smile your way. “Sorry, miss.”
You tossed a hand his way, showing it was no biggie.
You could tell he was harmless. But you didn’t care about him. 
Jake’s palms splayed out on the counter, and him standing tall to say what he did was all you cared about in that moment. His shoulders, broad, and dark brown eyes daring the guy to look at you again.
Sexy as hell.
Why did you like him standing up for you so damn much? 
The guy scurried away, yelling out orders in the kitchen and then tending to the next customers. 
You turned to Jake just as he did the same. All you wanted was to reach out and feel him, but you didn’t. Couldn’t. 
“You didn’t have to do that,” you remarked, correcting him for no reason whatsoever. You liked it. Why were you saying anything? “I don’t need you doing that.”
Y/n, shut up, you heard the sweet voice in your head chide you. Just let him be there for you. 
“Didn’t say you did,” he snipped back, his eyebrows turning in at you now. “Just didn’t like him looking at you like that.”
Your heart beat rampantly as you held his line of sight. 
“Fine,” was all you could say in response. “But I still need to talk to you about what I had to earlier.”
“Did I not hit the nail on the head with what I said?” He questioned. “Too much of a—?”
“No, you didn’t,” you cut him off. He reared back a bit with a little ‘hm’. “Just let me speak. You can offer your opinion in a minute.”
You pulled your phone from your back pocket, opening up the notes with the rules, anxious to get your piece said.
“Rules,” you held up the device, flashing it at him before turning it back to yourself to read. 
But before you could start, he interrupted. “Rules? We already went over our rules for the apar—.”
“Not the apartment,” you corrected. 
He looked curious, his eyebrow raising in question. “Then what?”
“Sex.”
“Ha!” He let out the one cackle with a shake of his head. “Rules for sex?”
When he said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. You couldn’t blame him for laughing when you heard the prospect from your own mouth. 
But you had valid reasons for it.
“Yes. As weird as it sounds, they will help us,” you said, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Are you ready?”
“Do I get a say?” 
“You will once you’ve heard them all.”
He groaned, and you saw him throw a hand over his eyes. “Fuck, y/n.” 
Was he that disappointed? 
Did it matter if he was? This was important to you.
You watched his pecs and chest rise and fall through his partially opened shirt, tempting you. The quicker you got these read, the quicker you could take him to a hidden area and—.
“Well?” His voice made your eyes snap to his face. He’d smoothed his hand down his face, holding his chin as he looked as ready as he could to tolerate whatever the hell was coming from you. “I’m waiting.”
You sighed. “If you’re going to be a giant baby about them, then—.”
“I won’t,” he sighed as well, looking more and more open to hearing you out by the second. 
Okay, maybe he really would be okay with this, you thought hopefully. 
“Number one:—.”
“Just like old times,” he interrupted. You cut your eyes to him, narrowing them in his direction. “Feels like yesterday when we were standing in the living roo—.”
“Jake, shut the fuck up and let me finish,” you grumbled. “Or I’ll cut you off from me.”
Empty threat. You were not ready to do that anytime soon. 
He waved a hand in your direction, gesturing for you to continue. 
You growled under your breath, but stood straighter, not wanting him to see you flustered. “Number one: we will not make this a relationship. It is—and will stay— just sex.”
“Are you choosing that for both of us?”
“Yes.”
“Not totally fair,” he inserted. “I’m not sure how I feel about you being the one to make that decision.”
“And I’m not sure how I feel about you giving me such a hard time about it,” you bit back. Your defenses were flaring. Who gave him the right? “It’s my decision whether I want a relationship or not. I don’t want one. If you want one, find someone else. Because it’s not going to be with me.”
There were too many reasons it shouldn’t be a relationship. But you weren’t about to get into that. 
His posture had drooped the slightest bit, and his eyebrows, furrowed with a sort of hurt. But before you could consider it any further, he was crossing his arms and his features were hardening.
“Fine,” he stated. Your heart fell in your chest at the word. He continued, “I won’t make a big deal of it. I’ll take what I can get.”
Your mind was in a frenzy. Jake was the worst (or, perhaps, best) at causing you to ride emotional rollercoasters. You couldn’t keep up with him. 
And why was he fine with compromising so quickly? Whatever the reason, you weren’t going to question it.
“Okay,” was all you said. You waited a few beats, your eyes piercing the other’s. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you continued, “I think it will be good for it to be only about sex. Just trust me,” you softly encouraged, reaching out to pat his chest in reassurance. But you went to remove it quickly, remembering you shouldn’t show that sort of behavior in public. 
Instead, he held it there for a few more seconds, letting you feel his heart beating, steadily under your open palm. 
The moment was over before it started, though, and you thought it best anyway. There was a time and a place for that.
So, within record time, you told him the rest of the rules you’d made up (and he had a response for each one): 
2) Nobody will find out. (“We’ve gone over that.”)
3) No questions or comments about dates the other one may have. It’s not our business. (“Oookay?”)
4) No excessive touching outside the bedroom. (“Alright.”)
5) Try to avoid sleeping together after. Especially avoid: cuddling. Too couple-y. (“Like you said: it’s just fucking. Why would I dare try cuddling you?”)
6) No pet names outside of the bedroom. (“Can do.”)
You stopped before the last few, looking up from your phone to make sure he was actually still engaged and taking you seriously.
To your pleasant surprise, he really seemed to be. He had a pensive look on his face, hand holding his chin in thought. 
Soon, he looked back at you and replied. “Really doesn’t seem too hard,” he paused, raising his brow. “‘S that it?”
Shaking your head, you held up three fingers. You told him, “There’s three more.”
He breathed deeply in response, blowing the breath out slowly. He raised both brows, shook his head in mild agreeance (or maybe disbelief?), but once again motioned a hand at you to continue. 
“Number seven: only sex on the days we’re both off work,” you recited from your screen. This one sounded kind of insane to your own ears when you said it out loud. 
Jake confirmed this with a scoff. Your head perked up sheepishly at the sound, knowing that one was a little strange. Why had you decided that?
“Veto,” he said in annoyance. “Why is that even a rule? What purpose?” He continued, “I’ll be honest, if I look hard enough, I can find the tiniest purpose in every other rule. . . except that one.”
You nodded your head, acknowledging he was right. 
“Do I still have a say? Because I really am not sure I can follow that one.”
“Yes,” you conceded sheepishly. Then, something overtook you and you honestly confided in him. “I think that one was just me grasping for control. I struggle with it on occasion.”
He chuckled quietly to himself, almost fondly. You blushed, waiting for him to respond. 
“Just a little bit. But I’ll roll with it,” he replied, his soft gaze finding yours. You felt your tummy do flips. This. . . felt good. Being a little more open with him, and him accepting it. It felt nice—relieving, almost. “Go on. Last two.”
You cleared your throat, pulling your stare from him to look at your screen. “New number seven: No emotional dependency,” you iterated. With his crinkled brow, you clarified. “We aren’t responsible for dealing with each others’ emotions. That’s for relationships.” 
That one made you sad for some reason. It was almost as though you longed for that with him. . . But it didn’t matter. That one was particularly important to help with boundaries. 
“Alright,” he agreed, the sureness in his tone faltering a bit. Why? Did it matter to him too somehow? Ignore. Whatever. Move on.
“Number eight: no jealous behavior,” you added, scrolling onto the next one when you heard him pipe up. 
“Does that include the girl at the counter tonight?” 
You felt caught. But why? It hadn’t been jealousy. You’d just been annoyed. “That was just me being plain irritated with her lack of professionalism,” you clarified plainly. Your tone said to drop it. 
“Okay,” he smirked, sniffling with a laugh. “Got it. You’re just an extreme professional. Alright.”
You rolled your eyes. “I am. And it was just annoying for her to be like that.”
“Why?” He poked. 
You scoffed with a small huff. Motioning to the counter for emphasis, “She wasn’t doing her job.”
He continued laughing under his breath. 
“Do you want me to continue or not?”
“Yes,” he relented with a tip of his head. “Last one?” 
“Last one,” you confirmed. “Number nine: if one of us wants to end whatever the fuck this is, the other one has to be okay with it. No questions,” You expanded, “There is nothing tying us to each other, so there is no need to fight it if one of us decides to move on.”
He seemed to sit on that one for a bit, his stare boring into the floor. His thumb and index, stroking his chin, as if in deep thought.
“Order up!” The guy from before was back, sliding two trays your way. One piled with several opened beer bottles and the other, filled with steaming food in red baskets. 
Jake suddenly came to, shaking his head and finally looking up. He took the one with the alcohol. 
“This one is heavier,” he glanced over at you. He used his elbow to point at the other. “You grab that one.”
He went to move, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him from going anywhere. 
Looking down in your direction, his eyes were dark with a secret emotion. 
You really wished you could read him better. Every time you thought you could, he would throw you another curve ball of confusion.
“You had a response for everything else,” you pinned him there. “What’s your opinion on the last one?” You used your eyes to show him you were desperate for him to say something. “I want to know what you think.”
He stared at you for several moments, his eyes studying yours. You could have been completely naked and felt less vulnerable than you did at this moment.
Finally, his lips made a tight smile and he responded. “Like I said before: I’ll take what I can get,” he looked down at the beer, finally lifting it off the counter. You followed his lead with your tray, glad to get a response. But you stopped as he did, turned from the counter. He held you in place with his amber-brown eyes. “I just hope whatever the fuck this is doesn’t end anytime soon.”
All you could do was nod, feeling completely conflicted in every way at that moment. 
You had to repeat to yourself that the rules were for a reason. You had to have them to stay in line. Keep things strictly what they were. A relationship was a bad idea. What you had was all you needed. 
Right?
You felt completely torn. Because, all you wanted to say in response was, 
“I never want it to end.”
But you didn’t. You weren’t about to completely contradict yourself with that. You only nodded once more, and started walking, leading the two of you back to the group. 
-🌼🌼🌼-
You never ended up finding any more time to be alone at the bowling alley. 
It was terrible, having to watch him from a distance all night. . . Wanting him more than anything. You felt fully ready to dive head first into this with him. You’d had an actual discussion about it. It felt more real now. 
Whatever the fuck you were to each other. . . It had been firmly placed today with your talk. With the rules.  
Now all you had to do was tie a nice bow on it. 
Consummate the fuckin’ rules.
So, when Elsie told you she had to go see your grandparents before she met you back at the apartment, you let her go. 
Josh had offered to drive her, leaving your car available for you and Jake.
And as you walked to the car, you had a gut feeling you wouldn’t be making it back to the apartment anytime soon.
-🌼🌼🌼-
And about fifteen minutes later confirmed that. Pulled over in an area covered by trees, just off the highway, nearing the apartment. 
But neither of you could have waited if you tried. 
He had you on his lap, your halter top undone, tits out and bouncing as he pounded up into you.
Your pants were down just far enough for you to ride his cock, where he sat in the passenger seat. 
The car had been left on, as you didn’t want it to get so steamy that you’d possibly draw attention. 
And the cool air was causing your skin to prickle, your nipples hard from the chilliness of the A/C. 
You almost brought your shirt back up to cover them when Jake stopped you momentarily, bucking his hips up into you for emphasis. You yelped at the feeling of him pressing at your spot. . . just right. 
“Fuck, Jake,” you moaned, you tried lifting your top back up when he reached a hand up to cover yours, pulling the material back down. 
“No,” he panted, his eyes connecting with yours. 
You wrinkled your brows. “Yes. I’m cold,” you corrected, the last word containing a weird lilt as the head of his dick met your cervix again. “Shit!”
“I’ll keep you warm, then.”
And within seconds, he had his mouth on one hardened peak and the other breast was being massaged by his strong, calloused hand. 
You threw your head back in pleasure, sighing loudly with a whimper that quickly changed into a deep moan. Nipple stimulation—and just boob-play in general. . . It was your kryptonite. Fuck. 
He released his mouth from your breast, giving the taut skin one more swirl from his tongue. But he paused above the other breast, a smirk on his features as he met your hooded gaze. “You like it when I play with your tits?”
You were too dazed by your lust to be annoyed with his slightly cocky attitude. “Yes. It’s my fucking krypto,” you sighed, pulling your hips up, and then sinking back down onto him slowly. He groaned as you did it a few more times. Now it was your turn to smirk. “Do you like it when I do this?” You rolled your hips down, molding your wetness to his thick shaft once more with the word. 
He inhaled deeply, biting his lip. He grasped your hips to make you do it again. “Fuck yeah I do.”
Except with his action, he brought you down harder and your toes curled at the delicious friction against your hidden spot. He held your hip as you kept your body moving on him, but he switched one hand to massage your throbbing clit. 
You sucked in a breath. “Oh,” you whined. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck,” you sighed, pushing into his finger, desperate to feel every harsh line of the callous in the thumb that toyed with you. You wrapped an arm around his neck for leverage, tangling a hand in his hair, and leaned further into the motion. 
Then, his right hand, that’d been holding your hip, left you to pull the seat lever, reclining the seat all the way back. You gasped as the chair’s movement made your thighs fall open more, gaining him even further access. The head of his dick took its rightful place at the furthest edge of your pussy. 
The sudden change had your eyes rolling back into your head. 
“I needed to feel you like I wanted,” he grunted, both hands finding your hips again. He squeezed the flesh at your hips before gently running his hands, as if admiring your curves, up to your waist. Then, further they went, up to your rib cage. You looked down at his face as you rolled your hips down onto him, causing both of you to shiver with a moan. “Fuck, y/n.”
He wasn’t looking at your face, he was watching in the darkness of the car, as your bodies moved together. You were in perfect rhythm, his hips meeting your tempo with every thrust you’d offer. 
But you wanted him to look at you. You were desperate for his gaze. 
“Jake,” you panted, driving your center against him. “Look at me.”
Jake did as he was told, instantly finding your eyes. He reached a hand up to hold your face, his gaze gentle. You loved his fucking eyes. Even in the natural blue of night that fell over you, you were still able to fall so easily into them. They were so deep, so true. . . never hiding any emotion from you. You wanted to use them as a window to explore him. 
Before you could explore your thoughts any further, his pointer and middle fingers were entering his mouth. You watched, entranced, as he sucked on them long enough to get them wet and ready. And when the fingers found your sensitive clit, you couldn’t contain the whine that escaped your lips. 
“Shit—fuck,” you gasped, mouth falling open as he played you like an instrument. He nudged at the hardened bud like he was making a beautiful melody, and you watched as his eyebrows drew in with the same concentration he gave a guitar solo. Your hips jerked against him of their own volition, needy for more. But you were nearing your end. You could feel it curling in your belly as he paid attention to the side of your pulsing clit. Then it was approaching faster—your movements were erratic, your body craving every piece of his it could get. “Jake—.”
“I know, baby,” he soothed, his own pelvis bucking furiously. “I’m close—you just feel so damn good. Shit.”
And before you knew it, the vibrations were reverberating through you after one particular shift from him. Your body shivered, every nerve in your body, absolutely electric. You felt your walls fluttering furiously around him, but as soon as you registered it happening, he was pulling out of you and finishing against your exposed stomach. 
“Dammit,” he hissed. Your eyes darted down to his dick as he removed it from you hastily, making sure to point it away from your center and directly at your tummy. 
You watched the release drip down your stomach, and into your belly button. But before you could watch much more of it, he was stretching his shirt to help clean your skin. 
Seconds later, both of you were still breathing heavily, bodies coming down from the high. He was looking at the mess of your stomach and you were watching him. His hair was sticking to his forehead, and you couldn’t help it when you went to push some of it away and behind his ear. 
His dark brown eyes found yours, a small, sweet grin fitting to his full lips. And, in that moment, you realized you felt genuinely happy for the first time in a very long time. 
After a few more of the shuddering breaths, 
your heart leaping in your chest at the twinkle in his eyes, you jumped at the telling sound of your sister’s ringtone. 
You quickly pulled your pants back up, and re-situated yourself until you were fully put back together. Jake did the same below you, both moving your bodies to accommodate for the other. 
Once your pants were done, you reached a hand to fully grasp the ties for the halter top to tie it back together. But just before you could re-tie it around your neck, he moved your hair to the side of your throat so you’d have easier access. 
Hurriedly, you finished the job, and as you did so, Jake grabbed your phone for you from the dashboard. Your heart started beating frantically in your chest at the thought of him answering Elsie’s call and her possibly being with Josh and exposing the two of you. 
Or the good chance that Elsie would slip up and say something sly to Jake. 
“Don’t fucking answer it!” You snapped at him. 
His lips turned down, his eyes losing the sparkle, and filling with fire instead. “I wasn’t going to,” he bit back. “Just being fucking kind.” 
You rolled your eyes at him, and grabbed it from him. 
Crawling over the console back into the driver’s seat, you answered your sister. You tried your best to mask being out of breath from the hustle as you buckled your belt. 
“‘Sup, Els?” You swallowed down a fast breath. 
“Fuck, y/n. I got back to the apartment and neither of you were here,” she replied, her voice wracked with nerves. “I tried texting you and you didn’t answer. I was worried about you.” 
You blanched at that, your skin flushing. “I didn’t get a text,” you said back, your voice lilting at the end, in question. You would’ve heard it. . .had you been that lost in the moment? That you hadn’t even heard your phone chime?
When you pulled the phone away from your ear, you noticed a total of eleven texts waiting on your Home Screen from her. 
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yep,” she sassed at you. “Where are you?!”
Frantically, you tried to find a good excuse. But you couldn’t think of anything. You really didn’t care for Elsie to know, but talking about it in front of Jake would show him you’re telling her, which would completely conflict with the rules you put in place. 
Crap.
You stared out the windshield, your eyes shutting as though in resolution to having to expose yourself, right there in front of Jake. 
Why couldn’t you think of something?! 
A hand came to lightly touch your thigh, and you looked over to see Jake, a reassuring look in his stare. 
“Tell her I forgot something important for my guitar at the venue,” he whispered, so quiet, his tone understanding. 
Your face must’ve said ‘how did you know?!’ 
Because then he hushed, “Your volume is all the way fucking up. I’m sure if I were across the street I’d be able to hear it.”
You blushed, looking away from him, out into the night sky again. He removed his hand from your thigh, and you instantly missed it. 
“Jake had to go to the venue for a guitar part he forgot,” you lied, turning your volume down a few notches. “And I got lost finding my way there. It was a fucking mess.”
“Of course you lost yourself,” she responded, impatient. “Just get home. I’ve always been kind of scared to be here by myself.”
“Oh my god. You’re fine,” you responded, putting the car in gear. “We’re on our way.”
-🌼🌼🌼-
Jake’s POV
Life was at its fucking pinnacle— the best it had been for the first time in years. 
Everything that was happening felt aligned in the stars. 
The band was doing fuckin’ fantastic. Every single gig we performed at drew more and more eyes—both fans and otherwise. 
And apparently, even more than that. . . We recently found out that a few producers had been lurking (presumably looking for the right time to bite). The manager we’d picked up had also recently been contacted by a guy connected to this big festival that was happening in August. He’d made it extremely clear that he needed us to agree before he’d even finished pitching the idea. 
“You guys don’t want to miss this opportunity,” he’d excitedly shared, his voice loud and grainy through the speaker as the four of us had listened. “It is a once in a fuckin’ lifetime, boys.”
So, there was all of that. The fact that my dreams seemed to finally be coming true was an exhilarating and unbelievable experience.
It was crazy how all it had taken was one move. The move. The move I had needed to make for the past several years, but had been too afraid of. I’d felt trapped in Illinois. Stuck under someone else’s thumb, stuck with someone I’d stopped loving a long time before I left. 
Meanwhile, the woman had been cheating on me for God knows how long. If I let myself think back on all of it, I’d realize that she was never trustworthy. I’d just fallen in love too young— oblivious to the ways someone could be so horrible.
After her, I swore I would never feel about another woman so deeply. I didn’t want to. She’d ruined it for me. And I was validated even more when Josh told me I needed to take a break from women. 
But I didn’t want a break. I just wanted to be done. No more relationships. Mindless fucking with random women was exactly what I thought I wanted. 
My ex had completely destroyed any desire I could possibly have for a relationship. Fuck relationships. Fuck love. Fuck it all.
Then I met y/n. 
She’d turned it all around with one look into her breathtaking eyes. 
It caught me completely off guard. I’d tried my damndest to reject it.
And even after all of the shit I put her through (due to me acting like a giant ass, stubborn baby), she still wanted me.
But not like I wanted her.
I wanted it all. I didn’t want just mindless sex with her. Even though Josh had adamantly instructed me to “take a fucking break”, I had resolved that I couldn’t convince myself I wanted that when it came to her. Because I wanted her. Bad. In every way. 
There was just something about her that was so fucking addictive. She was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on, she loved music like I did, she was easy to talk to about anything (matching me perfectly in every conversation—or argument—we had), and she wore her heart on her sleeve (even though I knew she didn’t think so). She was endearing. 
Then there was the giant shroud of mystery around her. So many pieces to her puzzle I could tell she was hiding that I wanted to put together. 
But she didn’t want me to. She didn’t want me in every way. 
No. She just wanted sex. Sex with rules, at that. 
And at first, I didn't want to agree to any of the rules. I didn’t want rules—I knew what I wanted. I’d planned on it starting as sex and turning into more. You know, a natural flow of things. 
But her rules had made it apparent she didn’t want that. At all. So, I’d decided that the best way to have her was to have her however I could. 
So, if she just wanted sex, that’s what I’d give her.
Even though I wanted to give her all of me.
I never thought I’d want that with a woman again, but she’d proven me so, very wrong. . . no matter how hard I’d wanted to deny it. And I didn’t want it with just any woman. I wanted it with her. 
Though in spite of the relationship with her not being everything I wanted it to be, it gave me a special piece of her that I held so close. 
Sex with her was the most electrifying thing I’d ever experienced. More than the sex had ever been with any other woman. 
And even crazier: it was more compelling than playing the guitar. 
Fucking nuts—I’d never met a woman that had trumped the act of playing guitar. . .
But y/n had done just that. 
So, even though it wasn’t what I wanted in my heart, I knew I wanted her. Everything she was and is. Everything that came with her. 
But, if this was all I could get, it would have to do. It was better than not having her at all.
Having her in my arms, my dick filling her perfect pussy. . .it was the best part of my life at the moment. More so than the band. The festival. The fans. 
I still loved guitar more than a person should. . 
But. . .I loved being with her more than that. 
There was nothing in the world like watching her unfold at the work of my hands, or my mouth, or my cock. The way her body would tense, her head thrown back, a scrunched brow. . . And the whines she’d emit. . . 
I wished my guitar could make such a beautiful sound. 
And the way she’d squeeze around me, engulfed in her perfect, wet heat. So tight, warm, and smooth like velvet. . . Fuck. 
In my heart, though, I secretly hoped it would all change. That she’d decide to make it more. 
I wouldn’t ever push it. She mattered too much to me for me to do that to her. I didn’t want to make her feel like she needed to be more with me if she didn’t want it. . .I just wanted her to want me like I did, her.
But, for the time being, until some sort of magic happened and she changed her mind, I would take what I could get. 
Because, moments like the one I was in right now— her quivering and panting on top of me. Her sweaty tits, pressed against my thighs as her round, soft ass was flush against my equally sweaty abdomen. 
I could feel every bit of her dripping pussy, fluttering around me. It was still slick from my mouth and how well I’d made her cum just minutes prior. 
It felt so damn good and I was fucking loving every second of it. She fit my dick like a glove. 
“Damn, baby,” I sighed, grunting with a thrust against her. When she squeaked with a moan, I knew that I’d hit a special spot. “You like that?”
I did it again, just to hear the noise she made for a second time. She constricted around me and my cock pulsed, suddenly feeling very close. Shit. 
“Fuuuck,” she whined, her back arching. I held the curve of her ass in one hand, massaging the supple flesh with a thumb as I held her hip.
With another push of my hips, I met her sensitive spot one last time, eliciting a surprised whine from her. 
I flipped us around, removing her from me, and turned her. When she sank back down, she was facing towards me, once again riding my throbbing cock. 
But this view was better. Seeing her blissed out expressions as we fucked was amazing.
And when her tits bounced in my face, so round, full and sometimes already marked from my mouth, I had to try my hardest to not jizz right on the spot. 
In moments just like these, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward to lick a hardened nipple into my mouth. I licked around her areola, appreciating every ripple and curve of the sensitive flesh. I pointed my tongue, and nudged at the bud, just like I knew she liked. I did so to each breast, knowing it would be sure to send her spiraling and wanting that from her.
And before long, I felt her walls start contracting around me. I leaned back, knowing she was close and needing to see her finish. 
She looked down at me as she continued bouncing on top of me, her mouth opened just the slightest bit as she moaned at the angle. She relaxed her hips and flattened the inside of her thighs against the tops of mine. 
“Fuck,” I sighed, enjoying the way I could feel every damn inch of her. 
Though, I couldn’t help taking the reins for a moment to see her unfold in this position. Seeing her like this, letting the sun reflect off of her skin, beads of sweat glistening on her smooth skin. I had to let my lips find her shoulder as she rocked closer to me, and I kissed some of the sweet exertion off of her shaking body. 
And when I leaned up, my body filled hers to the point of her throwing her head back with a loud moan. She came back to, immediately finding my eyes to look at me. A secret smile was on her face. I reciprocated it, letting the quiet moment drown everything else out. 
But I snapped my eyes away from hers when she glanced between our bodies, mouth hanging open as she did so. I looked down, enjoying the entire view of her soft body. The movement of her hips, swaying steadily as she straddled me. . .completely mesmerizing. 
When I looked back up, she was waiting for me. I found her gaze, and tried my best to memorize every fleck of color in her eyes, glowing in the fading sunlight from the day. The sunset complimented her, making her look like the most magnificent piece of artwork. 
Fuck any other so-called famous painting. . .
Y/n put them all to utter shame. 
Her eyebrows dipped in, and she kept eye contact with me. I circled my hips, feeling the way her soaking walls enveloped me. Then, I pounded up into her, savoring what I could do from my position below her. She tightened deliciously around me, constricting me in the most immaculate way.
She whined and whimpered, the sound like music to my ears. And I couldn’t help but echo the sound as I felt her release drip down onto me. Her soft body was tense as she finished. She was so tight and warm around me. . .shit.
Enveloped in ecstasy, she threw her head back as she rode out her orgasm on top of me. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I appreciated what I could see. I watched her hips, still rocking against me. The view of her fresh, sweet cum on my dick made me bite my lip.
I knew I was on the verge of release, and no matter how badly I wanted to paint her walls, I pulled out. (I wasn’t ever going to do that to her. She didn’t want it, and I wasn’t about to do it if it wasn’t what she wanted.)
When I pulled myself out of her, I took a brief moment to grab her by the hips and lay her on her back. 
Her breasts were round and soft, nipples erect and begging to be covered with my climax from their home on her wet chest. 
And as I jerked myself onto them, feeling immediate relief as I came, I briefly glanced up at her face to see her watching the entrancing sight with me. 
“Like what you see?” I said, panting with one final pull of my hand against my cock, letting every last bit of me drain onto her. 
And as I let go of myself, sighing with exhaustion, I grabbed my shirt from next to her head to wipe her chest clean. She gave me a fucked-out grin. Humming an affirmation to my question, she softly nodded her head with a yawn. Her eyes fluttered closed as she curled up on my bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow. I pulled the sheets and comforter up to rest over her arms, and the smile she sent me as I did so made my heart leap in my chest. 
Dammit, she was a fuckin’ dream.
I got up to take a quick shower before the show we had tonight, leaving her to rest in my sheets. She was far too precious to disturb. 
I loved the fact that she felt comfortable enough to do that; stay in my bed. 
I knew she’d end up coming to the show tonight, and I was hoping her resting now would help her to feel fully awake to be a part of it with me.
She’d been consistent for the past couple of weeks with coming to every single show. I couldn’t help but notice that this whole fuck buddy thing had her wanting to be a part of my life more than before.
Our secret, somehow drawing us closer.
The nagging voice in my head kept reminding me that Josh was there, too, so it was possible it wasn’t all for me. . .but I also knew better and usually told the voice to shut the fuck up.
I wanted to enjoy myself—let myself be happy with her being there and not let pessimistic thoughts get in the way. 
It was fucking fantastic when I’d perform, and I’d simultaneously know that she was out there, enjoying every second of it with me. I would never say it to her for fear of freaking her out, but . . .
She was my favorite fan to entertain. The best smile in the crowd for me to look out and see. 
Anytime she was there, I knew for a goddamned fact I performed better. She was my lucky charm. 
End of Jake’s POV
-🌼🌼🌼-
The rest of July and beginning of August were chock-full of the following: finishing your summer course, working almost double time to make up for Josh’s weird hours. . .and most importantly: fucking Jake Kiszka.
All of the time, as a matter of fact. It had become an almost-daily thing. And you weren’t about to let it change. 
Because fuck was it the best sex you’d ever had. Jesus Christ. 
You were fine with it being strictly sex. It was good for both of you. He was able to stay focused on his career, and you weren't at risk of getting hurt by him, or distracted from school. It kept lines very clear and thick. Never giving any kind of idea that it could become more. You’d have sex, then go about life like normal. In front of your friends, neither of you ever let anything look even slightly amiss— except for one thing you were sure they’d noticed. 
Your relationship had changed from before. . . Friendship, making its grand entrance. 
Having sex with Jake had, obviously, given you both several more opportunities to learn each other and bond. . . It had been impossible to not become friends. Being friendly to each other, including in front of everyone else was now the norm, and you really fucking liked it. 
Being friends with Jake was honestly great. He wasn’t constantly on the defense anymore. Instead, hopping to your defense a few times. 
Whether it be snapping at Sam for making a sideways comment he hadn’t thought of before he’d said it. Or the rando guy at the bowling alley who’d sized you up. 
You’d never vocalize the way it would make your tummy flip or the way you’d think about it later when you’d fuck him nice and slow. . . The idea of him defending you, making your heart and body do funny things. 
It was just nice to have a good friend. 
And it was even more nice knowing you’d, more likely than not, end up in his bed at the end of each day.
But, of course, not letting yourself fall asleep in there as that would definitely blur the nice, comforting, dark lines that’d been drawn.
What you weren’t about to admit was how hard it was for you to leave him at night.
And how cold you’d feel, alone in your bed. 
-🌼🌼🌼-
Quiet mornings with him might were the best and the worst. 
The ones where you’d sneak into his room, always finding him still-asleep. You’d wake him up by crawling under the covers and slipping the band of his briefs down. 
It had become so routine that it was like his cock would wait for you— already hard and the tip emitting the tiniest bit of precum. 
Sometimes you’d ride it to wake him up. But, you honestly preferred the other times. . . Where you would let your mouth envelop the crown of his dick, and then the entire shaft in slow, languid strokes of your tongue. 
And every time, to your pleasure, it didn’t take long for him to awaken. His tired eyes would open, finding you as he’d wipe the sleepiness from them. 
A soft smile, gracing his handsome features. 
Then, adding to your bliss, he would take control and fuck you until your toes would curl. The morning birds would chirp outside his window as you’d unravel at his hands, mouth, or thick cock. . . a most ideal start to your day. 
Then, when he’d finish, you never found yourself looking at his face. You weren’t sure why, but it intimidated the hell out of you to witness what he looked like when he would unfold. You were sure his features looked the most beautiful they possibly could. . . Even just envisioning the dip of his brow, his mouth falling open as he emptied onto your chest, stomach, or back. . . It felt too intimate.
So, instead, you’d listen to the little noises he’d make, and watch his pretty dick pulse as it would spurt onto your breasts or tummy. The warmth of his release, a surprisingly wonderful feeling on your bare skin.
But the worst part would be after. . .when he’d clean you off with such care. How, after you’d return from the bathroom to refresh, he would be waiting for you, the covers open and an arm, extended and waiting for you to curl into. You would naturally mold to his side, his arm strong as it would help you roll into him. Usually, you’d fall asleep, with your head on his chest and hear his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep. 
But, other times, like this morning, you’d sit your chin on top of your hand, resting on his chest. And you’d just. . . talk. 
His calloused fingertips would draw mindless shapes on your back and you’d get lost in his chocolate irises. 
“What’s your middle name?” He asked, his voice so relaxing in the gray quietness of his bedroom. 
You told him, and he got a little glint in his eye. His lips had perked, “That suits you,” he sighed, letting a few fingers curl in your hair. He studied the way his fingers looked in your hair as you watched his pupils dilate in watching the action. 
“What’s yours?” You’d wondered aloud. 
His eyes found yours again, his brow raising. “Thomas,” he lazily responded. 
“Suits you,” you repeated his line. Your eyes squinted with a giggle as he tickled your side just a bit. 
“Copycat,” he smiled. 
“It does fit you,” you confirmed, more seriously. “Jacob Thomas,” you said, trying the name on your lips.
You couldn’t help but catch how his eyes lit up at the sound. He bent his arm to perch his head up with his free arm, setting his head on the curve of his forearm. 
“I like the way it sounds coming from your mouth,” he murmured. 
“Say mine,” you requested. 
And, he did as you said. 
The grin that found its way to your mouth was unstoppable. You loved the way your name sounded with his velvety tone. 
You’d never heard it sound so pretty. 
For the next ten minutes, it went on like that. 
Just little bits and pieces of yourselves, getting shared with the other. Things that didn’t expose your hidden truths, but little surface-level things that helped in knowing the other better. 
And when you finally decided to get up and start your day, you stood next to each other as you brushed your teeth. It was sweet. And you felt close to him. You really, really liked it.
But what made it so bad was that you weren’t sure it was okay to feel so close to him. It wasn’t wise to let yourselves get so wrapped up in the other. . . But it felt too nice for the time being to put a stop to it.
You’d always convince yourself that friends did shit like that all the time. How else were you supposed to get to know someone? 
So, you let it happen under the guise that it was just friends getting acquainted with each other. 
It was just so intimate. . . And what it did to your heart was cruel. 
Those quiet moments tempted you, made you want more with him. More you already knew you couldn’t ever have. 
-🌼🌼🌼-
Friends was still going on in the background when your eyes opened. All of the lights were still on, and your laptop was balanced on your blanket-covered thigh. 
And there was a giant crook in your neck from letting your head roll onto the back of the couch. 
You must’ve dozed off in the middle of writing a paper. 
Shouldn’t have had those couple glasses of wine. . ., you tiredly thought, going to snuggle back into the couch, in a more comfortable position.
But what caught you off guard was the hand rubbing your arm. The quiet voice, bringing you out of your daze. 
“Y/n,” Jake urged, his hand still smoothing up and down your arm. “Come on, babe. Wake up. Let’s get you to bed.”
You huffed, sleep pulling you back. “Don’t want sex right now. Tired.”
He chuckled, his hand still massaging your arm. Then, he was pushing you up to a full sitting position, your head felt dizzy. “I know,” he reassured, his voice calming you down. “I mean, you need to go to bed. Go to sleep.”
You blinked your eyes, squinting in the brightness of the room. “I need to finish my paper.”
“You’re too tired to do that,” he said. “You were out of it when I got back. Finish your paper tomorrow.”
You drooped your head in defeat. “Fine,” you conceded. It took a couple tries of standing up for you to realize you couldn’t do it on your own, and before you could try again, Jake was helping you. “Thanks, Jakey,” you mumbled. 
A few more guided steps to your bedroom found you sliding under your already-turned down sheets and down comforter. Jake helped your head find the pillow as you laid down to sleep.
 Just as you were about to let sleep totally take you, you jostled with a thought. “Stevie hasn’t eaten yet,” you sleepily fumbled with your covers to get up. 
Jake’s hand stopped your actions, “I already fed her,” he assured. “You go to sleep.”
“The TV and lights—.”
“I’ll turn them off,” he pulled the covers up to your chin. “Goodnight.”
Finally, you relented, and just seconds later, as you were about to fade into dreamland again, you stirred. 
Too cold. Too lonely.
“Jake?” You called. Not hearing a response, you called again. “Jake?!”
He came back, rushing in with a worried look on his face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
You nestled back under your covers, relaxing knowing that he was near. Your eyes fell shut again. “Lonely,” you mumbled into the pillow. 
“What?” He crouched next to your bed, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You’re hungry?”
Irritated, you flicked your eyes open to give him a look. “Lonely.”
“Oh,” he leaned back a bit, his hand falling from your hair. At the motion stopping, you whined, shutting your eyes. He got the hint and started again. “What do you want me to do about that?”
“Lay with me.”
“That’s against the rule—.”
“Not if you just lay with me for a little bit,” you muttered, opening your lids to give him your best puppy dog eyes. “Just until I fall asleep.”
“And what if I accidentally fall asleep?”
“Worry about it in the morning,” you scooted over a little, opening the bed up for him. “Please?”
He sighed before saying, “I need to finish cleaning up real quick. I’ll be back.”
And when he came back, he’d changed into pajama pants, sans a shirt. You nuzzled into his solid chest, and let his breaths be your white noise to get you to sleep. 
It was the first night in weeks that you’d slept completely sound, not feeling any worries as you enjoyed a dreamless sleep.
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He’d humored you a few times and went to the Black and Gold to look at vinyl with you on  days you both had time off.
You’d spend a bit of time browsing, and then take breaks to bicker with each other. Music was still where you occasionally butted heads, but it had turned into the kind of head butting that you enjoyed. 
It was a constant battle of challenging each other, and it gave you ample opportunity to defend the music you loved so much.
And more often than not these days . . . The little pokes and prods ended with you two conceding and giving the other person a chance. 
Usually, you’d leave the store with a new record in tow that the other had recommended. And then, you’d go home and enjoy the music together, giving it a chance. 
Then, normally, you’d end up bent over the couch as he railed you from behind, the records being the most incredible background noise to the moans and groans elicited between the two of you.
After that, the two of you spent and panting with his sweaty chest sticking to your equally sweaty back, you’d decide to order pizza and watch a few episodes of New Girl to finish the night.
-🌼🌼🌼-
“So, explain Baby Dragon.”
You giggled, just closing the K-Cup pod into the Keurig. “What?”
“Your nickname,” he affirmed, coming to stand with his butt pressed against the sink, arms crossed. His face was open, imploring out of mere curiosity. 
“They decided to call me that when we started binging Game of Thrones together.” 
He nodded. “I knew that part.” He continued, “But why?”
Humming, you took your coffee mug off the Keurig. You tapped your chin, holding the mug in the other hand. “Have you seen Game of Thrones?” 
“Yes,” he confirmed. “That shit’s right up my alley.”
“So, you know how the baby dragons are small, yet fierce?” You asked, taking a cautious sip of the hot drink. “The guys claimed I was super adorable and cute like them, too. Fuckin’ weirdos.”
It all clicked in his head, a smirk on his features as he nodded. “Duh, Jake,” he said to himself, shaking his head. “That makes so much sense. I don’t know why it didn’t click before.”
“To be fair, it could’ve meant a variety of things.”
He reached an arm above your head, getting his own K-cup and mug down from the cabinet and began his own brew as he eyed you up and down. 
“You are fierce,” he agreed. But then he took a hand to your hip, squeezing. “But not quite as small as the baby dragons,” he snaked his hand around to hold a handful of your ass. You felt yourself immediately twitch with need. He leaned down and kissed your lips, his breath fresh from his Crest toothpaste. Your tummy filled with warm fuzzies. “You’re curvier. In all the best fucking ways,” he pulled away and you instantly missed him. He grabbed his coffee off the machine and added sugar. 
You’d already started cracking some eggs for breakfast, as he went about getting the toast ready for you. 
He placed a strong hand on your stomach, and you leaned into his touch as you scrambled your eggs. You tipped your head back as he swooped your hair to the side to give you a quick kiss on the lips. 
Then, he was passing you as he made his way out and to the shower. But on his way out of the kitchen, he stopped to add, “And you’re way fuckin’ cuter.”
-🌼🌼🌼-
It was a steaming hot day in the middle of August when Sam proposed that everyone join him at this AirBnb he had booked. 
(It had been a classic, weird Sam thing to book the AirBnb. Literally just getting it to spend the weekend hooking up with a girl he’d recently met.)
About halfway through the day, the sun beating down on all of you, Josh proposed using the little bar off the side of the place. Sam, Daniel, and Sam’s ‘friend’ had heartily agreed. You had as well, and went to get out with everyone else. 
But then you heard Jake’s voice, and paused. 
“Y/n and I are enjoying the water too much. ‘S hot as fuck,” he had said it loud enough for everyone to give simultaneous ‘okay!’s’ in response. They were all hurriedly making their way to the mini bar, leaving you in the pool.
You’d stopped yourself, still partially out of the pool, halfway up the ladder. Looking back at him, questioning, you found he was blatantly staring at your mostly exposed ass, that was peeking just above the water. 
You squinted your eyes at him, as he lounged with his arms on the concrete edge of the pool. He was still sitting where he’d been last time you’d seen him. Sitting on a little ledge beneath the water. His sunglasses pushed down his nose a bit to expose his line of sight, burning into your ass. 
And when everyone was out of earshot, you spoke. “Like what you see, Kiszka?” 
His eyes snapped to yours when you’d spoken, a smirk gracing his dark features. “Fuck yeah I do,” he nodded his head at you once, signaling you to move. “Come over here.”
And without having to be told twice, you sunk back into the cool water, swimming over to meet him. Never breaking eye contact, you waded slowly and grabbed a noodle to rest your arms and breasts on as you floated over. 
He continued on as you got close. “Did you have to wear the tiniest swimsuit you own?”
You looked bashful, but your smile was flirty. “Oh, you think it’s too small? Should I get rid of it?”
When you were close enough, he reached out a hand to pull you into him by your pool noodle. 
He spoke softly in your ear. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Your skin blazed, you whispered in his exposed ear, his hair tucked behind it. “Why?”
He grabbed the noodle out from under your chest and threw it over the edge of the pool, landing with a flop on the pavement. And when he could, he grabbed you smoothly by your waist, into his crotch. 
And you were suddenly able to feel why. He was hard against you, making your legs weak and your pussy flutter. He was smug, his sunglasses still pushed down as you matched his stare and met his boldness by wrapping your legs around him. 
You used your new position to rock your hips into his, the pool waving out around you just a bit as you did so. 
“You better be careful,” he said softly, his grip going to your round ass, your bottoms leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. 
You tensed, gasping when you felt his fingers toy with the string of your bikini bottoms. 
“The more noise you make, the sooner they’ll come back,” he swiftly untied one of the strings, exposing you to the water. The coldness made you hiss through your teeth. “Mm,” he hummed. “Cold, baby? Let me warm you up.” 
A finger slipped inside of you and you had to bite your lip to hide the moan dying to leave your lips. You felt his finger slip in and out, in and out, getting closer to hitting your secret spot every time it would reenter. You wrapped an arm around his neck. “Your finger?” You asked haughtily, breathing heavy. “Was expecting mor—.”
You couldn’t hide the gasp as the one finger changed to two, plunging into you, his thumb drawing circles against your hard clit. “Better, princess?”
Changing from one arm around his neck to two, you thrusted into his fingers, rolling your hips to match his thumb on your clit. The water waved around you. Gripping his hair, you looked into his sunglasses, now pushed back up, his eyes blazing through the tinted lenses. Your body was shaking, but you weren’t going to cum like this. 
You knew what you wanted right now and it wasn’t his fingers. 
“Too scared to use your dick?” You challenged him.
He momentarily removed his fingers, roughly bringing you back to feel his thick, clothed shaft. Your bare folds pulsed at the feeling of him so close to you. You felt him twitch underneath you. 
“What’s stopping you, Jakey?” You reached one hand, one arm keeping your balance to thrust into him, to play with the hem of his black trunks. “Afraid they’ll see?”
He replaced his fingers in you again, flexing them once again, this time meeting your g-spot. You exhaled above him, your body tensing. “Are you?” He questioned, seeming to genuinely wonder. “You don’t want them to know. I'm just trying to respect your rules, sweetheart,” he used the nickname, but his tone was anything but sweet, dripping with sarcasm. 
You didn’t take the time to respond, stopping your movements briefly, and looking behind your shoulder to check if the coast was clear. You couldn’t even hear them anymore. They were gone for the time being. If you moved swiftly enough. . . 
He looked disappointed for a second, but you couldn’t see what else his face did as you acted on your quick, risky idea, holding your nose to plunge underwater and pull his bottoms down, his hips moving up immediately to help you. You took no time to sink your wet mouth over his smooth cock. It wasn’t as heavy as you were used to on your tongue, the water helping with some sort of anti-gravity shit. 
There was a hand in your hair, pushing you down onto him. You knew he’d like it. Keeping your nose pinched, you reached the other hand, slowly through the water, to wrap at his base, squeezing him. Your tongue licked long stripes on the underside of his dick, savoring it and meeting his head every time you squeezed him with your hand. 
But you didn’t keep that way for long, needing to breathe. You pulled his bottoms almost all the way back up, but left his dick out. When you re-emerged, smoothing your hair back, you took a good look at his face, seeing his mouth hanging open. 
Ha, gotcha, you thought, deviously. Just you wait, baby.
When you came back to him you took zero time as you reached below the water to find his length. You positioned yourself over it, quickly sinking onto him, ready to get this over with before people came back. But as your walls fluttered around him, you wished you were alone. 
He felt so damn good. Fuck. 
You wiggled your hips, the smallest whine escaping your lips at how well he filled you up. This caused his head to roll to the side the slightest bit, squeezing his eyes shut. 
“Feel good?” You teased, rocking your hips on top of his thick cock. “We’ve gotta make this quick, so help a girl out.”
You shouldn’t have said anything, because as soon as the words left your mouth, he was grasping your hips, leveling himself to slam up into you. 
The loud moan that left your mouth was unavoidable, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to keep your noises hushed. 
He raised his hips as forcefully as he could with the weight of the water, lifting you up and down a few times, and you matched him with measured rolls of your hips. 
Without any warning, he pulled a triangle of your swim top to the side to see a tit as they bounced with each thrust. He leaned forward a bit, licking a circle around your nipple and then grasped your boob in his strong hand as he pumped with merciless rhythm into you. 
“Fuck,” you moaned through your hand. Your breast was still tingling from where he licked it. But now you had the friction from his palm against your nipple, combined with his movements. . . And it was too much. You removed your hand, leaning to whisper in his ear. “More, Jake.”
And, without relenting even a bit, he started giving you exactly what you asked for. It was slightly painful, but it was what you needed at that moment. 
You started groaning into his ear, feeling his thickness slide smoothly within you. Sensing your need, he slipped a thumb between you to rub even circles against your bundle of nerves. The steady circles, along with the erratic thrusts of his dick into you, sent you spiraling, quick. 
Knowing you well, he pushed your mouth into his sweat-drenched neck. Your tongue found the saltiness of his skin, kissing his neck to mask the noises that left you, your legs quivering as you finished. 
Just as soon, he was pulling himself out of you, and lifting his bottoms back up to cum behind the black material. 
You dunked beneath the water to cool off, and to your happy surprise, he joined you, his sunglasses off. Looking into his eyes for as long as you could, you sent him a little grin, going to lift back up. But before you could, he grabbed you swiftly behind your neck and met your lips underwater. 
As soon as you parted, you were rising back up, pushing your hair back as he placed his sunglasses over his eyes again.
And, as if on cue, you heard feet scuttling back to the pool just as you were adjusting your top and re-tying your bottoms above water. 
“Drinks!” Josh sang to you both. He handed both you and Jake your respective beverages. You sipped yours, and Jake took a healthy swig of beer as soon as they were placed in your hands. 
“This is fucking delicious,” you commented. “What is it?”
“Pineapple Upside Down,” Sam’s girl-thing responded, sipping her own. 
You hummed, nodding. 
Taking another drink, you went to sit it down on the pool when Danny piped up. “Whatever the hell you guys were playing while we were gone. . . We’re in.” 
You went silent, not even daring to look over at Jake. Though, you could hear as he started choking on his drink. 
“So much splashing!” Sam added. “It sounded fun!”
“Sunken Treasure, I’m sure,” Josh chimed in, grabbing the sinking stick from the ledge next to his long-haired twin. “You guys know Jake loves that game.”
The other two gave sounds of agreement. Your belly flipped.
Letting yourself look over at Jake, he was looking at Josh, nodding, trying his best to look convincing. “Hell yeah,” he piped up. “It’ll be more fun with more people though.”
“Well then. . .let’s play!” Josh yelled, excited. His new curls, sopping wet and sticking to his forehead as he threw the stick into the water.
Before you started playing, you sent a secret glance to your roommate, who was already smirking over at you. 
Your cheeks heated, getting a thrill at how oblivious all of your friends were to what you had truly been “playing.”
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You were with Theo at a coffee shop, studying for the final in your summer course, when the first email came in. 
The first email that signaled the end of summer. The usual “Welcome Back!” email which included too many campus announcements and upcoming events. . . 
Your heart sunk when you saw it come in. 
Deep in your gut, you knew that this was what you’d been dreading since starting things with Jake. 
Real life getting in the way of summer and the fun you’d been having with Jake. 
You didn’t know why, but this email seemed to scream at you that you needed to get your shit together. 
And, as hard as it was, you were going to try your damndest to ignore the voice in your head for the time being. It was the same aggravating, pessimistic voice that bothered you consistently by speaking so-called reason into your life. 
(The same, familiar one that’d looked out for you as you’d grieved your mother leaving you as a little girl.)
This time, it felt as though the voice was also telling you that when school started, it would be time to cut things off with Jake. 
It’s not a smart decision to start your senior year distracted, y/n, it chided.
But you didn’t want to listen to that fucking voice. 
Not yet. 
Summer wasn’t over. And you weren’t about to let the damned nagging voice end your fun (and newfound, genuine happiness) too soon.  
-🌼🌼🌼-
You came home from studying, close to tears. It was ridiculous. There was no reason to be so sad about all of this ending. It was literally just sex. You could get it elsewhere.
But I don’t want it elsewhere, you thought. I only want it with Jake. Fuck. Why?
If you thought about it long enough, you’d let yourself see why. But you weren’t about to do that. Hell no. 
To your surprise, while you were feeding Stevie, you felt a tear hit your hand. 
You groaned, wiping furiously under your eyes, pressing your palms to your heated cheeks. “Stupid,” you told yourself, hearing your voice was thick with tears. 
Just as you felt another tear leave your eye, the front door opened. 
You tried to turn before Jake could see you, but Stevie came up to your leg, purring to comfort you before you could. Shit. 
“Y/n?” He said, placing a comforting hand on your back. Hesitantly, you looked up at him through your tears. Why were you crying so fucking much? “You okay, baby?”
The pet name was the final straw, and instead of it making you angry with him that he’d said it, it sent you curling into his arms. 
Letting your tears soak his shirt, you cried out of ridiculous sadness that you’d have to say goodbye to this thing you had with him soon. Too soon.
You couldn’t keep it. You would never let whatever this was distract either of your paths. And you knew eventually it would. Better to end it before that ever happened.
But not yet.
And, as always, you were set on it not being something to lose your best friend over. If Josh were to find out of it happening, you knew his trust would be completely betrayed.
This wasn’t something that was meant to last. You’d known that from the beginning. So why was it feeling so hard to face right now?
Because you’re finally feeling true happiness and trust with someone new—someone special— for the first time in years, the sweet, comforting voice in your head spoke. Because he is something special and you know it.
You continued to feel Jake, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing your back in comforting strokes. “Shhh,” he soothed. You raised your head from his chest and he used his thumbs to wipe away the excess tears. When eventually you’d caught your breath, he asked. “What happened?”
Looking up at him, you found his brow furrowed in concern. You couldn’t fully tell him what you were actually upset about. Absolutely not. 
Moving away from him the slightest bit to gain your bearings, you sniffed a few times. “Just intimidated by what’s to come, I guess,” you said, not lying. Just not giving the whole truth. “Not ready for life to change with senior year and stuff.”
He lifted his lips in a reassuring grin, his eyes full of empathy for your current state. “I get that,” he said, his raspy voice ever-soothing. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, smoothing your cheek in the process. “But surely it won’t be too bad, right?”
You had to bite your lip to keep another sob from breaking loose. Sniffing the tears back, you nodded, slapping a fake smile on your face. “Yeah. Not too bad.”
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a/n: as the saying goes, good things don't always last forever. . . next chapter will bring some changes for our precious y/n and jake . . . what do you think those changes will be?
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Oh no episode two whatever shall we do
guess what time it is @paranoidpug
i'm still sane. can't wait for that to become a thing of the past
anway
Part 1 + 3/4/5
ayo a superhero? already starting off odd
Sam appears to be slightly sane. impressive
Kiyu please, ignore three immature children who murdered multiple people's cries for disney land and just... lock up sam and put taurtis in therapy.
Kiyu can't remember shit I'm a real Kiyu kinnie
Taurtis: I like that hotel over there. Can we live in the hotel? Is that where we're going to live? Kiyu: *long pause* Kiyu: No
Sam oh my god stop being embarrased for Kiyu and just shut the fuck up
Kiyu: Pretend nothing happened Echoes!Grian: ah, my specialty (I'm not sorry)
Kiyu: *Worried for her job* Please don't tell Okami about this Taurtis: Yeah we'll keep it on the down low Sam: oooh nice umbrella
OH MY GOD NOT THE OLD MAN AGAIN
Sam: "I think he likes us" THAT'S GENERALLY NOT A GOOD THING SAMUEL
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good bye i have ascended
give me your fucking house it's lovely
Taurtis i wouldn't eat that sushi if I were you
Okami didn't give Sam her number? good call honestly
oh my god they are going to get lost
I hope they meet Grian at the school, one, because I miss my boy, and two, because Grian should not share a house with Sam
okay, so, Kiyu is a student
Sam, about the kind woman helping him: She seems suspicious Sam, about the guy who probably tried to rape dom: seems fine idk
Dom is totally going to carry this season i can already see the strain the first episode took on him
Sam: DUDE WE HAVE A LIBRARY FOR KNOWLEDGE Me: *sobbing*
Dom has taken up his residence in the dumpster out back. *Salutes* respect to you, my king.
Taurtis suggesting Sam sleep in the basement which lacks a bed is the ultimate "you're sleeping on the couch tonight" move
Sam: I'll just cuddle up with your dead babies (In reference to the pufferfish sushi from last episode) Taurtis: well when you put it that way it sounds creepy Sam: No it doesn't
GIVE UP TRYING best poster ever
why is there a tokyo ghoul poster i'm scared
dude they get free computers what the hell
oh ym god the old guy is still there
damn sam fell asleep so fast teach me your ways
his snores concern me
how the fuck did sam change into his uniform in his sleep what
Heimlich maneuver? no. Heimlich dance? YEA BOY
okay so it's perpetually night here. fantastic
DOM BELOVED
oh he's shirtless okay why didn't he get a shirt?
dom's nipples are offensive to taurtis because they are "so off center"
WHY IS THERE A VENDING MACHINE IN THE BACK ALLEYS
I like Damakun's hair
dom don't bully the guy with nice hair ;w;
DON'T BEAT HIM UP SAM WHAY FUCK
Sam: Give me a high five Dom: *punches him* Sam: *dies* i'm not even kidding that happened lmao (11:37 episode two if anyone's interested)
wh... why is that building on fire?
i wish sam got hit by a car god damn
DOM DON'T BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES
i like billy :)
that's a lot of vending machines
*gasp* did Taurtis just... jaywalk?????
Sam. The creepy and possibly perverted old guy following you around is not your friend unless i'm proven otherwise but probably not
HE'S IN THE GIRL PANTIES SHOP HOW IS HE NOT CREEPY
Taurtis: aww, I miss our old highschool. I bet this one's not even haunted! Sam: It might be haunted Sam: ...We can make it haunted Taurtis: Noo sam noo haha Me: oh fuck oh shit oh lordie lord
KIYUUU
Senor Loro? *uses combined knowledge of spanish and italian* SIR THEY
Dom: SenorLoro? sounds French
Why does he have a christmas sweater and a luchador mask on whay
OH THAT MUSTACHE
WHY IS SENORLORO HAVING THEM WRESTLE WHAT
HOLY SHIT HE'S BUFF
Dom is best fighter
WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING
why did sam pronounce gusto goosto what
Sam: I need to see my schedule taurtis! Taurtis: then give me the phone Negotiation 100
Kiya refused to wrestle the principal lmao
istg the principal had something to tell them and they just WALKED OFF
Greentama: Stop right there, criminals! Sam: We're not criminals, are we criminals? Me: *flashbacks to yhs* no, why would you ever think that?
and there it is. end of episode two.
god damn it pug what have you made me do
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long ask incoming !!! (-⛺️)
“You’re the one that wanted us to date quietly and we broke up just as quietly. Now, let go of me quietly.”
“Yes, he misses you more than anything. But no, he knows that you don’t feel the same. So maybe, it’s time for him to follow your wishes and let go of you.”
its actually so over . im devastated, heartbroken, never eating sushi again (joke) (half joke i feel the devastation) (actually going crazy over these lines) this fic was so good 😭😭😭 the fact that ww wasnt over them but they were over him, the fact that they moved on but he didn’t, the fact that he only decided to move on was when he saw that they moved on????? wow . wow . i need a moment to think about this (head in hands) (will reread tonight for the full angst™️ experience) BUT THE MOODBOARDS??? theyre so good i especially love the one with wonwoo in it because the colors??? the way it all matches im in love w it
OKAY anyways!!! after reading the playlist breakdown i think that all the songs really fit the smau, but i feel like these songs fit the best or have the biggest impression for me (thoughts for first 5 only because im running out of words to describe it all but i love all of them) (not in any order)
1. sugarcoat (natty solo) - i <3 kiss of life and this solo is SOOOO good (this is actually the song that got me into the playlist so i think that this rlly fits the vibe aswell)
2. haunt me & stiff - i read the two lyric excerpts from the breakdown while listening to them and it was so??? it perfectly fit both yn and shua’s povs like my jaw dropped when it clicked in my head
3. not my job - I RECOGNIZED IT WHEN I READ THE SECOND CHAPTER I WAS LIKE “wait a damn??? minute????? am i reading this correctly????”
4. lemondrops - “one that definitely shows the dynamic between reader and joshua when they were close. the closeness that both of them miss.” MY YNSHIE 💔💔💔💔💔💔 this song makes perfect sense because that’s literally them??? its literally their song??? that specific closeness described in this song cannot/can rarely be replicated for anyone else and it probably hurt for the both of them before the events of back to us happened 🙁🙁🙁
5. back to us - VIBEEE VIBE complete vibe this song is so good!!!! i love that i found out about the two artists from this song & this playlist and i completely agree this song is the embodiment of joshua <33 i also rlly like how the title of this is also the title of the series so i can remember it easily
honorable mentions: gotta get back, lucky (the “lucky im in love with my best friend” incident 😭😭😭😭) and the entire playlist because i love it sm 🫶🫶🫶
i feel like i have to do another ask for the unused photos (😭😭😭) thank you sm if you read this and im REALLY really sorry again for another long ask 😭😭🫶🫶
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reply under the cut hehee
i'm glad you liked the wonwoo piece!!! it definitely came to me after thinking about his elle man shoot and then elle released an interview and i was like :O it's fate!! idr when he said he enjoyed sushi...i think it was something with scoups and they were like, wonu is a sushi lover and i was like 😗 time to include that in a future fic...the future fic ended up being yes no maybe lol!
you pointing out the part that is like,
“Yes, he misses you more than anything. But no, he knows that you don’t feel the same. So maybe, it’s time for him to follow your wishes and let go of you.”
is sooooo wild to me because i almost didn't include it!!! my friend said it showed his emotions/inner monologue though so i kept it in!! because the title is from suzy's yes no maybe but i alr included him saying yes no maybe in the interview part so i didn't know if it was redundant to do it again!
and thank youuuuu!!! i don't often add idols in my moodboards but when i do find aes pics, and they match with other photos? the best feelingggggg. (still not over this doyoung mb i made 4ever ago)
YOUR TOP 5555555 AHHHHHH!!!!!
1...omg so glad i used sugarcoat as the second opening track then!! i knew natty since i got into twice in 2016 but an ex friend really stanned natty HARD since she was also thai, but like sugarcoat is TOO good!!!! seriously one of the best kpop releases of 2023 imo! 2...the lyrics of still KILL MEEEEEEE!!! they're so representative of joshua's emotions i cannot...also rini...i mean his lyrics always are so good! 3...KAJSFDKJN THAT LINE IS TEW GOOD!!! i almost used it as reader's line instead of joshua's but in all honesty...i blanked on how to incorporate it into their dialogue. 4..."that specific closeness described in this song cannot/can rarely be replicated for anyone else and it probably hurt for the both of them before the events of back to us happened 🙁🙁🙁" THIS THIS THISSSSS!!!!!!! they were each other's safety. each other's support. it really comes full circle during taking inventory/back to us since reader doesn't have to be alone during thunderstorms anymore. 5...I KNEW i wanted to include a jeremy passion song and when i listened through his discography, this one definitely stood out the most! i wanted the title to be vague but also hopeful, although the song lyrically has a different vibe, i'm v happy w selecting the song i did! also really happy i could introduce you to new artists through this playlist!!
if i had to pick my top 5 it would be...
1...back to us: it's the series' title for a reason 🤭 2...like i feel: xavier omär's music makes me feel things, i mean this was on loop when i was writing so many parts for the buildupppp 3...blur: the song's vibe is bright but also helped me flesh out the emotions joshua was experiencing!! 4...lemondrops: obviously i have to include the track that started it 5...still: similar to your reasoning, it just suits joshua and reader's dynamic so well
again, no need to apologize for long asks!!! i enjoy reading your messages sm 🫶💞
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What does your town’s name begin with? C.
Are you a seafood fan? Oh yes. I loooooove seafood.
Do you prefer dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk.
Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means. Boligrafo. It means pen in Spanish.
Which city would you like to visit- Rome, Tunis, London, Madrid or Paris? Rome.
Have you got perfect vision? Nope.
What song(s) do you put on repeat often? Lately I’ve had the whole Harry’s House album on repeat. I fully expect that to take up most of my Spotify Wrapped top ten.
How many letters long is your last name? Five.
Are you wearing shoes, just socks or nothing on your feet? Nothing.
Do you like the smell of a barbecue or bonfire? I LOOOOVE the smell of bonfires.
Do you think rainbows are pretty or overrated? I think they’re pretty.
How often do you drink soda? Occasionally.
What accent is the sexiest? I love a fuckin East Coast accent. 
Do you currently live in the same country you were born in? Yes.
What’s your current mood? I’m content.
A romantic meal, a trip to a theme park, or go to a concert? Romantic meal. Unless the theme park is a waterpark. 
How good is your memory? It’s decent.
Is there anyone who understands your relationship status? Why wouldn’t they understand it? I’m married.
Are you playing hard to get right now? No.
What are you doing tomorrow? Working, then going to the gym, then do some laundry, and then stopping at the store and grabbing dinner.
Would you rather take a relationship really slow or really fast? Whatever is natural.
What was the last pill you took? Naproxin.
Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided seeing them? Yup.
Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life? Of course.
Are you smiling in your default picture? On here? It’s a drawing of me and I’m not smiling lol.
You think you can last in a relationship for six months? I can last in one for 11+ years and counting my dude.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone? Yes.
Do you tell your best friend EVERYTHING? For the most part.
Do you sleep with the door open or closed? It needs to be opened so the cats can get in and out.
What is something you currently want right now? Sushi.
Will this weekend be a good one? It kinda blew. I felt like crap for most of it. 
Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? No, of course not.
What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping.
Do you like pickles? I do. 
Are you texting someone? I have a few convos going, actually, with my sister, my cousin, my friend Lolly, and my friend Randal 
Be honest, do you miss your ex? Never.
Do you believe exes can be friends? Sure.
What was the last thing you looked up on Google? I was making sure I spelled ‘boligrafo” correctly lol. 
Is your hair naturally straight? Yes, with the sliiiiightest wave to it. 
Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out? Yes.
Do you remember the Pepsi Commercials with Britney Spears? I do.
Have you known your best friend a long time? Yes, I’ve known all my best friends for at least over 10 years, but a couple for almost 20. 
Have you kissed someone with a name beginning with J or B? Just J.
Do you wear hair extensions? Nope.
Would you be able to name everyone you kissed in 09? Oh god. We don’t talk about 19-21 year old Hannah. 
Who’s the last person who you went out to eat with? My dad.
Is it awkward when you run into your exes? I don’t run into them.
How did you get one of your scars? I cut my foot on a rock in a river lol.
Do you have a job? Yes.
Do you think you’re wasting your time on the person you like? No.
Do have a dog? No.
Do you know anyone who has messed up your life? Yes.
Do you think someone has feelings for you? I know someone does.
This time last year, were you single? No.
Do you wear makeup everyday? No.
Do you have any siblings? Yes, a sister. And two brothers-in-law and a sister-in-law.
Next time you will kiss someone? Sometime tonight. 
Who was the last person to send you a text message? Randal.
Do you honestly miss someone? Yes.
Were you single for your last birthday? No.
When will you be in a relationship next? I am right now.
Does it bother you when people respond with one word text? Depends on the context.
Who are you texting? I mentioned this earlier.
You can get a puppy or a new car. Which do you choose? A new car. We don’t want a puppy. We do want a dog at some point, though.
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To Tame A Wild Heart
Combined fanfic with @mguqiis WC 5.3K 13 pages long! This will be a complete fanfic I have 3 different ones I will be posting here.
Satoru Gojo the college campus hottie, his reputation of him getting around proceeds him. Every girl wants a piece of him and many have gotten a piece already. Then one day you transfer into one of his classes and he sets his eyes on you. He wants you but you’re unobtainable, that drives him crazy making him want you even more. No one ever, ever says no to Satoru Gojo. Every single one of your friends warned you about him but you didn’t listen…. You thought you were special to him and could tame him…. Maybe you can….
Chapter one: Welcome to Freshman Year
It was the third week of school and you were able to finally transfer into Advanced Placement Writing for your major. You made your way into the classroom and went all the way to the top away from everyone. To your classmates and friends you were (F/N) (L/N) but to the internet, you were known as Yoru-Chan famous smut writer of the series When a God Falls. You pulled out your laptop to work on your latest book, instantly getting sucked into your writing the world around you disappeared.
~Takara looked deeply into Fudo's endless ocean blue eyes as he pounded into her. “F-Fudo I m-missed you soooooo muchhhhh!” She moaned out as she slammed down on his cock hard.
“I missed you too my love.” He leaned up to kiss Takara deeply, she wildly attacked his lips as she entangled her fingers in his soft white hair.~
You faintly heard the bell ring, suddenly someone was tapping you on your shoulder bringing you back to reality. You looked up at a young man with white hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen…. “No fucking way…. Fudo?” You mumbled to yourself as you got lost looking at him.
The young man just smiled at you. “Hello my name is Satoru Gojo.”
“Oh-oh hello my name is (F/N) (L/N). It’s nice to meet you Gojo.” You replied shyly.
“Please call me Satoru.” He smiled at you again. “So whatchya working on?”
“Oh! Its n-nothing just a story of mine.” You said dismissing the subject.
“I would love to hear about your story.” Gojo said as he leaned in closer to you.
“M-maybe another time….” You said shyly as your cheeks turned red.
“Okay class listen up!” Started the professor. “Today we are picking partners for your projects! By the end of the year I want an entire book written minimum of fifteen chapters!”
The class groaned in annoyance.
You were sitting on the edge of your seat very excited for this.
“Come on guys don’t give me that! This is going to be a fun assignment! Anything goes in your book!”
Your eyes widened in wonder. “A-anything?” You said to yourself.
Gojo looked at you. “Pssssst (Y/N).”
You glanced at him. “What is it Satoru?”
“Will you be my partner?” He flashed you a sexy smile.
You turned bright red. “Uh-uhhhh wh-why do you want to be m-my p-pa-partner?” You stammered.
Gojo took your hands in his. “Because I see how excited you are for this project and I want to be partnered with someone who has a passion like I do for writing.”
You took your coat, hat and glasses off revealing your beautiful body and captivating (E/C) eyes. You had a cute punk look going for you wearing a black skin tight shirt with holes cut in all the right places, cut up jeans with fishnets peeking out of the holes and combat boots.
“Damn little hottie has a body. Now that is something I would like a go at.” Gojo thought to himself as he looked you over his ocean orbs stopping on your big breasts.
“So what do you say?” He looked at you.
You tucked your long (H/C) hair behind your ears. “Uh-uhhh we-well.” Your eyes darted around and noticed a group of girls were coming your way. “What is he super popular or something? I mean he is absolutely gorgeous.” You thought to yourself. “Wait Satoru Gojo I have heard about him! He’s a Sophmore and I heard he gets around with the girls on campus…. What am I about to get myself into?...”
“Y-yes I will be your partner!” You said really loudly drawing attention to yourself.
Gojo smiled at you. “Wonderful!”
You and Gojo looked over at the group of girls, they looked like they wanted to kill you.
“AHEM!” The professor cleared his throat gaining the classes attention again. “As I was saying anything goes in your stories! You’re adults now I want to see you push your limits step out of your comfort zones! Write something gruesome! Write some smut I will allow it!”
Your eyes almost fell out of your head when the professor said that.
“Okay now go pair up and start discussing your books!”
Gojo turned to you. “I can see the wheels turning in your head (Y/N)-chan, what are you thinking about for our book?”
You tapped you chin. “Hmmmm.” You took out a notebook and a pen. “Well what kind of books do you like to read?”
“Oh! I love fantasy, folklore, sci-fi…. Hmmmmm oh!” Gojo motioned you to move closer to him. “My guilty pleasure is the web novel series When A God Falls by Yoru-Chan.”
Your eyes grew wide. “No way….” You mumbled.
Gojo's eyes lit up. “You know the series? Oh my God I am obsessed with Yoru-Chans writing it’s amazing! Plus Fudo reminds me a lot of myself.”
“That’s for sure you certainty have his charming personality and good looks.” You muttered to yourself.
“What was that?” Gojo asked.
“Oh nothing…. So I’m taking a wild guess you want smut in our story?” You said smugly.
He placed his hand on your leg. “I was hoping we could write from personal experience.” He looked at you his ocean blue orbs filled with lust.
You removed his hand from your thigh. “I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am but I don’t jump into some random guys bed that easily Satoru. Are you extremely attractive? Yes you are, but you’re going to have to try harder than that mister.” You stuck out your tongue revealing a piercing.
He raised his eyebrow. “So there is a chance?” He said smugly. “Then challenge accepted! I’m taking you out to dinner tonight!”
“W-wa-wait just a minute.” You said getting very flustered as you fiddled with your hands.
“What you don’t want to be taken out by the hottest guy in school?” He said smugly.
“I mean I do but this is moving all so quickly.”
He smiled at you again. “Baby girl I am Satoru Gojo I do not take things slow.” He placed his hand back on your thigh.
“Well I’m not the type to move fast, I have heard about you reputation Satoru you never get into a relationship with any girl and I am not looking for a random fling.” You said removing his hand yet again.
He grabbed your hand and leaned in close to you. “Like I said (Y/N) challenge accepted.” He winked at you. “Now do you have any other classes today?”
“No this is my last class.”
“Perfect! Do you have any plans this weekend?”
“N-no?” You stammered.
He smiled at you.
“What are you scheming Satoru?”
The bell rang for class to end, Gojo held out his hand for you to take, you did so.
“This weekend my dear you are mine.” He smirked at you. “Let’s go out for lunch then back to my apartment. Sound good to you?”
“O-okay that sounds good.” You packed up your bag, Gojo wrapped his arm around you making you freeze up. Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest.
Gojo took you out to a very nice sushi restaurant for lunch.
“Damnit why of all people Satoru is…. He is the spitting image of Fudo….. Literally the man of my dreams and he’s a player….” You thought to yourself letting out a frustrated sigh.
Gojo tightened his grip around your hand making you look up at him. “What are you thinking up in that beautiful mind of yours?”
You shook your head and laughed. “Boy you are so smooth, it’s laughable how hard you’re trying to get in my pants.” You patted his hand.
“When I set my eyes on someone I like I won’t give up until I make them mine.” He held your hand.
You rolled your eyes. “Oh so very charming. How many girls have you used that line on?” You said sarcastically. “Too bad I see right through you Satoru. Those sweet compliments and a sexy smile might work on every other girl… that just means they’re easy to get into bed. I am a much more complex woman who isn’t as easily swayed just by your good looks.”
He leaned in close to you. “So what do you want?”
“A-a love like Takara and Fudo.” You started.
“Ohhhhh so you do read the series!?” Gojo got all happy.
You blushed. “Y-yes I do read it.” You said shyly.
“Hm? There’s more to it isn’t there?”
A small huff left your lips, though the pink which scattered your delicate cheeks stayed. “There isn’t. You shouldn’t pry in others’ affairs.” You said defensively.
You let out a small sigh, thinking to yourself. “This is absolutely ridiculous. I’m ridiculous!” You had the urge to smack yourself at the nearest wall, but right now wasn’t the best time and place.
“There’s something off with how she suddenly reacted like that…” Gojo thought to himself.
“How about we just go to your apartment?”
“Aren’t you eager ‘Ms. I’m different from other girls!’?”
“Not particularly…” You turned your nose up.
“What?”
“I-It’s not what you think!” You said in a huff.
“What I think? Sweetcheeks, just what do you mean by that? How scandalous of you-“
“No! It’s not like that!” You backed up.
“I mean, why else would you go to a guy’s place?” Gojo moved closer to you.
“I said its not like that!”
“Keep it up and I’ll seriously continue to think you’re some closet pervert.”
“P-Please don’t!” You stammered as your face turned redder by the second.
“Her face is so red, can’t help but tease her.” Gojo thought to himself and chuckled.
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You stepped into his apartment looking around surprised. “It’s so clean.” You said in amazement.
“I'm kinda offended by that (Y/N),” He replied sounding kind of hurt. “you make it sound like all I do is get it with girls!” He walked over and took your jacket.
“Isn’t that exactly what you do..?” You scoffed mumbling to yourself.
“Huh? Said somethin’?”
“N-Nothing! Nothing at all!”
He turned around and walked closer to you.
You backed up into a wall slightly intimidated by Gojo's God- like features.
He put his arm on the wall and looked deep into your eyes. “Now that we’re alone… Wanna tell me just what about that book got your panties in a twist?”
“W-What do you mean?” You shuddered averting your eyes from his gaze.
“You know exactly what I mean. Why else would you smile when I mentioned it? Or the way you just dismissed it when I asked about it? You’re definitely hiding something, (Y/N).”
“N-No I’m not! I…” You started getting defensive again trying to hide your nervousness.
He tilted your head up to look at him. “Yes you are (Y/N).” He leaned in closer to you. “Look at the way you’re acting right now.”
“Shit… he just looks so much like him. It’s just to hard to resist…” You Thought to yourself.
“Cat got your tongue? Should I help you fix that?”
“Fudo I-!”
“...Did you just call me ‘Fudo’?”
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You thought to yourself.
“Why on earth did you call me ‘Fudo’? Don’t tell me you’re in love with the main character!?” He smirked at you getting an idea.
“Don’t be so shy love.” He gently grabbed your butt picking you up as he leaned into your neck.
Your skin was getting hotter by the second as Gojo pressed his body against yours. “F-fuck why is he doing this!? This is exactly like the first time Takara and Fudo met!” You thought to yourself your breathing getting heavier as Gojo pressed his soft lips against your neck.
“F-Fudo wh-what are you doing?” You wined out.
Gojo stopped and looked at you with his ocean orbs. “What ever do you mean Takara?” He leaned in close to your lips.
“F-fuck why are you doing this?” You shook your head coming back to your senses. “No Satoru please stop. This isn’t what I want.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You were really getting into it (Y/N).”
“Getting into what?” You asked looking confused.
“Roleplaying? I’ve never tried it before but roleplaying this book would be a lot of fun and seeing as you look a lot like Takara who is totally hot-“
“Roleplaying? You mean like acting out different characters?”
“Uh yea? What did you think I-“
“I mean I did model Takara after myself….” You mumbled a bit too loud and Gojo heard you.
“Woah wait just a minute! What do you mean you ‘modeled Takara after yourself'?”
“Huh?” You looked at him. “Oh shit…. Ummmm.”
“Okay (Y/N)! Spit it out!” Gojo yelled as he tickle attacked you.
You flailed about. “Noooooo Satoruuuu stoppppp!” You wiggled in his grip as he tickled your sides, you started to laugh. “Hehehe Satoruuuuu!” You continued to flail trying to free yourself, you managed to knock Gojo over landing on top of him.
Gojo locked you in a bear hug. “Ha I caught you! You’re not getting away until you tell me what in the hell you’re talking about.” He came dangerously close to your lips. “Now tell me my dear (Y/N).”
“Uhhhhh.” You studdered becoming a hot mess in Gojo's arms.
Gojo looked deep into your eyes giving you the puppy dog stare pleading with you. “Pleaseeee?” He kissed your cheek.
“Damn you Satoru.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “I….. Am Yoru-Chan.”
His eyes widened in amazement. “No fucking way seriously!? You’re Yoru-Chan!?” He let go of you giving you a dumbfounded look.
“What!? Why is that so hard to believe? Do you want me to show you some of the new book?” You asked taking out your lap top.
“I just never expected the writer of a famous internet smut novel be a cute little punk girl…. And a Freshman in college at that! The way you write about sex and describe it is like how someone with year’s of experience would write…. My closet pervert theory is standing with you!” He laughed teasing you more.
A frustrated sigh left your lips as your cheeks flushed a deep red. “H-hey now! I am not a closet pervert! For your information I am still a virgin!” You yelled as those words spilled out of your mouth you realized what you just blurted.
Gojo looked at you wide eyed. “You're a virgin and you write like that!? Oh my God….” He took you in his arms. “well then why don’t you write from personal experience?”
“Hey cool it Fudo!” You growled pushing Gojo off of you.
He smirked. “You really did model Takara after you, shy but defensive personality. This is going to be fun! Okay I want to take you out to dinner and a club after. I’ll walk you to your dorm so you can get clothes for the weekend.”
“Uhhhhh I don’t know if that’s a good idea my roommate Utahime is not a fan of you at all…. She might get really pissed off.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow. “It’ll be fine! I insist a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be walking around on your own.” He smiled at you and handed you your coat. “Plus you don’t know how to get back here from your dorm.”
“Okay you got me there.” You admitted as he helped you put your coat on.
Gojo opened the door and a girl was standing there. “Oh! Yuki what are you doing here?”
Yuki looked at you. “Uh Gojo we had a date today?”
“Oh.” Gojo laughed nervously. “Sorry Yuki I need to cancel I have an important project that’s most of my grade in AP Writing and (Y/N) is my partner.”
Yuki laughed. “So why not ditch the nerd and let her write it?” She gestured to you. “Then we can go out! You’ve never cared about school this much before or ever hung around a goth girl. Gojo what’s up with you?”
“Excuse me who are you calling a nerd and giving labels to?” You butted in. “How would you like it if I said you looked like an escort.” You said looking at Yuki who was wearing a skin tight leather dress with a plunging neckline.
“Well I would like to be escorting Gojo out on a date!” She said angrily not even getting what you just called her.
You looked at her dumbfounded. “Well I am sorry Yuki but he is working on a project with me and taking me out tonight. I'm sure you have plenty of other men you can go out with. Why not message one of them?”
“Why I ought to!”
Gojo locked the door behind him and walked away with you. “Oh! Yuki don’t bother messaging me ether, this young lady will be taking up most of my time now. Bye!” He wrapped his arm around you.
“That little whore just thinks she can come in and take my favorite man from me! Oh she has another thing coming!” Yuki stormed off in the other direction.
“I'll be taking up most of your time now? Really Satoru? I heard you never spend more than a week with the same girl.”
“Well maybe I’m trying something new.” He smiled at you. “Now which dorm is yours?”
You pointed to the left. “The freshman dorms are over there.” He took your hand in his walking with you to the dorms.
People were gawking at you as you walked hand in hand with Gojo.
“Tch look at the new arm ornament Gojo has this week.” A girl with blue hair scoffed. “Poor girl will learn soon enough that he is going to leave her just like he does to every other girl. Poor little naïve Freshman doesn’t know what’s coming! Haha!”
“Sa-Satoru I feel like I’m being put on display…. And I don’t like it at all. Everyone is staring at us!” You said becoming flustered.
“Shhhhh it’s okay (Y/N).” He wrapped his arm around you again and kissed the top of your head so everyone could see.
“I don’t know something seems different about him with that girl…. He would never wrap his arm around a girl or kiss their head like that.” Said one of the girls friends. “Pfft imagine someone like her catches the heart of Satoru Gojo its laughable!”
All of the girls laughed.
A beautiful tall blonde approached you and Gojo. “Hey Gojo what’s with the charity case?” She asked pointing at you.
“What the fuck!?” You growled. “Is there some sort of issue with who I am and how I dress!?”
“Calm down (Y/N) you’re beautiful just the way you are.” Gojo smiled at you completely ignoring the girl as he walked past her.
“B-but Satoru both girls who approached to talk to you made fun of how I dress….. Now I’m never one to be insecure about who I am however, the two girls looked like models compared to me…. I’m not the usual type of girl you go out with am I?”
“Hmmmmm now that you mention it no you’re not, but that doesn’t matter to me. Like I said (Y/N) when I girl catches my eye I don’t give up.”
“And what about a girl- Hey!” You yelled as someone pulled you away from Gojo. “Utahime what are you doing?”
“(Y/N) can I talk to you?” Utahime glared at Gojo as he followed. “Alone!” She stormed off with you.
“Wait at least let him in the building!” You pulled away from Utahime to let Gojo in. “I told you she didn’t like you.” You sighed. “I’m in room 345 on the third floor just meet me up there.” You said before Utahime pulled you away again.
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“What was I doing here again?” You thought to yourself as you stared at your overnight bag trying to ignore Utahime.
“Seriously (Y/N)! You can’t just stay with Satoru Gojo! He’s bad news!” Shouted Utahime bringing you back to reality.
“How many times have you told me that..?” You rolled your eyes as you walked over to your closet to grab clothes. “Hmmmmm now what should I wear?” You asked yourself as you looked through your mostly black wardrobe. Your eyes fell on your beautiful purple corset dress. “That’s perfect for tonight! Hmmmmm now what else? Maybe I should start dressing more like Takara, Satoru would like that….”
“I’ll keep repeating myself if I have to, (Y/N)! Satoru Gojo is not to be trusted if you want your heart broken!” She said trying to convince you not to go. “Please be smart about this and take my advice! Don’t go!”
“We’re going to study.” You said as you packed up a couple of skirts and cute tops to go with them.
“Shut up, you’re sleeping over for the weekend!” She yelled as she took out your sexy night gown and thongs. “Look at yourself (Y/N) you were just saying that Gojo would like it if you dressed like the character of your book!? Wait does he know that you’re Yoru-Chan?”
“I’m going, Utahime. There’s nothing you can do about it.” You finished packing your bag.
“(Y/N)! I’m warning you! He is a player!”
“Yeah, yeah just text me if there’s an emergency, okay?” You patted her shoulder as you turned to leave.
“That’s if you’re not already on your knees for him!” She scoffed. “You better fucking answer.”
“H-Hey! That’s not funny!” You said getting flustered.
“Then don’t go!” Utahime pulled on your arm.
“But mooooom, it’s an assignment that’s most of my grade! I have to go!” You said sarcastically as you opened the door to leave.
“Did you just call me your ‘mom’?— hey! (Y/N)! Come back here!” Yelled Utahime as you snuck out. She followed you out into the hall and saw you walking away with Gojo, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Dumbass.”
“So, Yoru-chan.” Gojo started.
“P-Please don’t call me that in public Satoru….” You said shyly as your cheeks flushed pink.
“Hehe, can’t help it. Still need to process someone as beautiful as you wrote such interesting stories.” He pulled you into his arms.
“S-Satoru!” You squeaked as he gently groped your butt.
“Fiiiiiiine, I’ll stop!”
silence….
“Thank you for walking me to my dorm and back.” You smiled at him
“It’s the least I should do for my precious Takara.” Gojo said flashing you a sexy smirk.
“You said you’ll stop the teasing!” You said getting a bit defensive.
“Kinda lied.” He chuckled as he unlocked his door.
You rolled your eyes. “What have I done?” You mumbled.
“Hmmmm you caught the eye of hottest guy on campus, that’s what you’ve done!” He said happily.
“Yeah too bad this gorgeous man is total player!” You said getting upset. “You know just my luck the man of my dreams-“
“Wait I’m the man of your dreams?” He looked at you confused.
“Well Fudo was modeled after the man of my dreams and you’re the real life Fudo sooooooo….. Yeah you kinda are.”
“Well if I were to truly become the man of your dreams….” Gojo held you in his arms. “what would you want me to do? Other than the obvious cutting out every girl I have ever hooked up with.”
“Hmmmmm well lets go out tonight and I will tell you after! Wait are you seriously willing to change for me?” You looked at him astonished.
He sighed. “Well seeing as Takara is the woman of my dreams and I have found my real life Takara, yes I am!” He kissed your cheek.
“You do know it is going to take a lot of proving yourself for me to trust you Satoru.”
He kissed your nose. “Challenge still accepted beautiful! I’m not giving up on you (Y/N)!”
You sighed. “Well I guess I don’t have a choice now do I?” You laughed.
“Oh you’ve had plenty of chances to leave but you haven’t yet, so I think you want this just as much as I do (Y/N).” He leaned in close to your lips.
You started to get warm and very flustered.
“Am I wrong my dear?”
You gave him a kiss on his lips. “Is that enough of an answer for now? I’m still not sure myself….. But I do know I don’t want to leave….. I’m looking forward to this weekend.” You smiled at him.
He smiled back and he took out his phone as he sat on the couch. “And to start I’m deleting all my social media and making a new Facebook that you will have the password to!” Gojo said as he started to delete apps off his phone.
“Woah hold on Satoru are you sure? You’re making it sound like I’m your g-girlfriend…”
“Well don’t you want to be (Y/N)?” He asked as he pulled you into his lap. “Don’t you want to be the girl who tamed Satoru Gojo?”
“I-I mean yes I do…. But like I said you have to do a lot of convincing for me to say yes, you are off to a good start!” You replied as Gojo handed you his phone to set up his new Facebook. “Okay the password is TakaraFudo, annnnnnnd done! What photo do you want to use?”
“I was hoping I could take a photo with you?” He asked smiling at you.
“Um sure! Why don’t we take one all dressed up for our date tonight? I don’t look very photogenic right now.” You laughed.
“You are absolutely beautiful right now!” He replied as he wrapped his arms around you taking a cute photo of the two of you. “See?” He showed you the photo.
You looked at it. “Yes I know I am beautiful, but I want to look even better! Hey can you send me that photo please?”
“Sure what’s your number?”
“It's 080-5555-2567.” You glanced down to see Gojo put you in his phone as ‘My Beautiful Takara'. Your phone buzzed and you looked at the message with the photo ‘I’m putting this as my background on my phone <3 you are so beautiful!’ You smiled at the sweet message and put Gojo in your phone as ‘My Wonderful Fudo'.
“What am I doing….?” You thought to yourself.
“Would you care for a drink (Y/N)?” Gojo asked you.
“Do you have mango sake? That’s my favorite!”
“Uhhhhh, yes I think I do! I’ll be right back with that for us!” He got up and went to the kitchen.
“What am I getting myself into? God he really is so smooth I’ve barely known him a day and I’m already acting like a fangirl! Come on (Y/N) you’re better than this....” You sighed. “But he’s so handsome ugh, I need to get my head checked! Here I am saying I’m not like other girls but yet I agree to sleeping over his apartment for the weekend.”
“Ohhhh Takaraaaaaa! I mean (Y/NNNNN)! Sake is served!” Gojo said happily as he bounced in with the tray of sake.
You laughed. “Why thank you Satoru.” You cheered Gojo and took a shot of the sake. He poured you another shot.
“To us!” Gojo held out his cup.
“T-to us!” You cheered him again and downed the shot.
You and Gojo we’re going shot for shot, Gojo kept making up the dumbest things to toast to but he didn’t care he wanted to get you drunk so you would loosen up. About an hour passed by and you were feeling pretty good.
“F-Fudo.” You hiccuped. “I-I-I think I’m goooooood I’ve had tooooo mu-much to-to drink.” You said slurring your words.
“Hm? How drunk are you?” He asked leaning in close to you as Gojo wrapped you in his arms.
You let out a small nervous hiccup. “Drunkkkkk enough to doooooo this!” You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck as you straddled him and kissed him passionately.
Gojo pulled you in closer deepening the kiss as he slipped his hand under your shirt.
You broke the kiss. “H-heyyy wh-what do you think you’re doing Fudo I-I mean Satoru?” You swatted his hand away “Behave! Just because I kissed you it doesn’t mean I’m giving in that easily….” You blushed. “I-I just really wanted to kiss you….”
He smiled at you. “Okay, okay I’ll behave…. For you.” He looked at you like he wanted another kiss.
You chuckled. “What do you wanna kiss me again-“
Gojo cut you off planting another kiss on your lips. He gently nibbled on your lower lip making you moan allowing entry. Instantly he invaded your mouth dancing with your tongue. He gently groped your butt making you moan again.
“Well she certainly is a horny drunk…. I wonder how far she will let me go?” Gojo thought to himself as he slipped is hand into your shirt again swiftly unhooking your bra, this time you didn’t stop him.
You broke the kiss. “Sa-Satoru you said you would behave!” You said giving him a disgruntled look.
“Heh, I lied.” He smirked at you. “Come on baby girl I can see how badly you want to give into your desires….. I see it in your eyes…. You’ve been fighting it all day....” He leaned into your neck gently kissing it. “You want me so badly right now.” He whispered teasing you.
“Sa-to-ru.” You wined out. “Yes I do want you!” You blurted out. “Fuck!” You held your hands over your mouth.
Gojo got all excited kissing you as he attempted to take off your shirt but you stopped him. “Wa-wait just a minute Satoru! I’m not done…. Yes I do want you, however I am not quite ready to give myself up that easily. So BEHAVE! Please?”
“But whyyyyyy?” He asked pleading with you.
“Have you forgotten I am a virgin? This is a big deal for me….. I always thought I would be giving it up to someone I was in love with, someone who I had been dating for a long time…. Never have I ever thought that I would be contemplating hooking up with a guy I just met…. God I really am easy!” You said getting frustrated.
“I don’t think your easy.” Gojo kissed your lips. “Not to sound bad…. Well this is gonna sound bad however I say it so I’m just gonna say it. The fastest I ever got with a girl was five minutes after I met her….”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah your right that sounded horrible…. Man-whore.” You said teasing him.
“H-hey now…. No you’re right…. Anyways what I am trying to say is most girls I meet give themselves up within a few hours of meeting me… I’ve been with you almost the entire day and you’ve stopped every advance I have made on you, which is fine I’m enjoying this immensely. I have noticed you’re letting me push your boundaries further every time I make a move on you.”
“Y-yes I am letting you push my boundaries I’m starting to become comfortable with you…. I’m starting to trust you.”
“I feel special.” He smiled and tenderly kissed your lips. “I” He kissed you again. “Can't” and another kiss. “stop” and another. “kissing” yet another kiss. “you.” He kissed your lips five more times. “I just want to spend the whole night kissing and holding you.”
You snuggled into Gojo and looked at your phone. “Uh Satoru it’s almost 8 o'clock. Don’t we have dinner and a club to go out to?”
“Oh shit we do! I lost track of time looking at your beautiful face. Let’s go get ready! I hope you brought a dress because we are going out to a fancy restaurant.”
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bokutokotaruwu · 4 years
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All of You - Twice x Reader
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Fandom: My Hero Academia Warning(s): Very brief angst but it is mostly fluff! Pairing(s): Jin Bubaigawara(Twice) x GN!Reader Word Count: 3092 Request: No
Synopsis:  With y/n’s roommate in self-isolation for two weeks, they are locked out of their apartment with nowhere to go. Twice offers them a place to stay but with his quirk and history, he’s worried about what they’ll think if they ever find out.
Authors Note: Hi! This is a part of a quarantine fluff collab with other members of @myherowritings’ discord server. I tried to keep it fluffy but their is a wee bit of angst in here, but just know that it’s mostly fluff. 
© bokutokotaruwu - no part of this work may be reproduced, modified, or translated in any manner.
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Y/N was early. They knew they were early, which is why they were pacing around the street in front of his door, looking like a delinquent up to no good. That was just the type of person they were. Y/N would rather show up 15 minutes early than accidentally show up a minute late.
“Are you going to come in or are you going to stay out there looking suspicious?” his voice startled her. As they turned around, they could see the smirk on Jin’s face as he leaned up against the doorframe.
He looked comfortable and at ease, wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants hanging loosely on his waist, but this was the exact opposite of how he was really feeling. Jin was scared, inviting them over to his home. He trusted them but there was still the underlying fear that they would leave if they ever found out who he really was.
“Of course,” they finally responded, sneaking around him to get inside. Surprisingly, the inside was much more homey than expected. The door opened up into the living room and the first thing they saw was a large brown leather couch that looked really comfortable, with a soft fuzzy blanket thrown over the back. There were even photos lining the wall of him and some friends.
“I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this,” they paused, picking up a coaster from the coffee table. “Coasters? What are you, my grandma?”
“They protect the furniture,” he stated simply, grabbing the coaster from her hand and putting it back down.
“I think it’s cute. On the outside you’re this big mysterious man, but you’re really just an old grandpa on the inside,” they chided him.
“Okay. Okay, I get it,” he laughed.
“So, I brought my Switch and Animal Crossing. You’re going to catch a scorpion for me.”
“Isn’t it cheating if I do it for you?”
“You can’t cheat at a single-player game,” they responded, matter-of-factly.
“I don’t think that’s how it works, but I’ll catch you a scorpion because you’re so cute.”
Once they were settled down on the couch, snacks spread out on the table in front of them, they got to work. Jin had hooked their system up to his TV and was watching them play. They had a serious look on their face while they focused on catching the scorpion that was currently terrorizing their favourite villager, but at the last second it jumped for their character stinging them. The screen faded to black as they passed out and reappeared in front of their house.
“How do you make it look so easy?” they exclaimed, falling backwards on the couch in a huff.
“You’re just doing it all wrong. You shouldn’t just run for them. You gotta sneak up on them slowly,” he explained while showing them exactly how it’s done.
They played for several more hours, Jin saving the day every time a scorpion spawned. When Jin had first started dating Y/N, he was understandably worried. He really wanted this relationship to work, and he cared about them immensely. But he knew that things like this, happy relationships, weren’t easy for someone like him and his background. It had been six months now, and they showed no signs of wanting to leave him. However, they still didn’t know everything about him.
“I’m going to go refill our snacks,” he told them, grabbing a few empty bowls from the table and heading into the kitchen.
When Jin left the room, their phone started ringing, an unknown number flashing on the screen.
“Hello?” they asked, answering their ringing phone.
“Y/N. Hey, it’s Akira. Sorry, I lost my phone on my way back to Japan so I had to use a pay phone,” their roommate explained.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to hear from you. How was your flight?”
“It was good. Hey, listen. Because of everything going on and my international flight, I have to self-isolate for two weeks and I’m already at the apartment. Are you at Jin’s?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m really sorry to do this but is there anyway you can stay there for the two weeks? Or maybe with another friend? I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t essentially being forced to,” she pleaded, explaining the predicament she was in.
“I guess I can figure something out.”
“That’s great! Ok, I’ll let you go now. I’ll text you.”
With that Y/N hung up their phone, and dropped it on the couch beside them with a sigh.
“Who was that?” Jin asked, returning to the living room.
“My roommate. She just returned to Japan and has to self-isolate and is kicking me out of the apartment for two weeks,” they paused, before groaning, “and now I have to find somewhere to stay.”
“You can stay here,” he said simply.
“I couldn’t do that to you, Jin. I don’t want to put you out for two weeks.”
“You wouldn’t be. I can take the couch and you can take my bed. After all, I wouldn’t be dating you if I couldn’t stand to be around you for a few hours.”
“Okay, I’ll stay here but I have to stop by a store to pick up some toiletries. I’m not going two weeks without brushing my teeth.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go now.”
They headed out soon after. Jin lived a short walk from the local supermarket and thankfully, it wasn’t too crowded given everything that was going on. The panic of the pandemic hadn’t fully hit the residents of Musutafu.
While shopping, Jin’s thoughts were running rampant. He wasn’t panicking, but he was definitely worried. He could get through a day with them without them learning about his quirk and related problems, but how could he keep it a secret when he was going to be around them for two entire weeks?
“What’s with that look on your face? Getting cold feet?” Y/N questioned thoughtfully, poking Jin’s nose lightly. “I can stay somewhere else. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“No, I’m all good. I was just thinking about what we should make for dinner tonight.” He paused. “How about sushi? It’ll give me a chance to show off my rolling skills.”
In truth, Jin has never made sushi in his life, but they didn’t know that. How hard could it be to make sushi?
Back at Jin’s apartment, the two of them got to work making sushi. Y/N was excited to see the sushi making skills that Jin was bragging so much about but when it came down to it, he had none. The rice wasn’t sticking together, even though he followed a recipe. The seaweed kept tearing when he tried to roll them up, and if he so miraculously got one rolled together, it’d just fall apart when he cut it. In the end, he plated what he had tried to make and set it down in front of Y/N.
“I thought you said you were the best at making sushi?” they chided playfully, admiring the messy work on their plate.
“There were… struggles. We’ll just call it deconstructed sushi. It’s modern,” he justified.
“At least it tastes good,” they told him honestly after taking a bite, “I think it could have turned out a lot worse.”
Later that night, they began settling down for bed. Jin had given his bed to Y/N, offering to sleep on the couch but they refused.
“We’re dating. I don’t think it’s that weird that we share a bed together,” they reasoned.
“I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he told them honestly, valuing their comfort over his own.
“That’s sweet,” they replied, stepping up on her toes to give him a soft kiss, “but I'm 100% okay with this arrangement. I mean it.”
Wrapping his arms around them, he hugged them close to his chest and rested his head against theirs.
“If you say so.”
The next morning, Jin woke up with a face full of hair and a warm body pressed against his chest. Confusion crossed his brain before he was awake enough to remember that Y/N stayed over last night and would be staying over for 13 more days. It felt nice holding Y/N while they slept. He felt happy and warm, like this is where he was meant to be. Y/N began stirring a few moments later, wiggling in his arms.
“Good morning,”
“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice groggy and deep with sleep.
“Sorry, I guess I moved in my sleep and decided to cuddle you.” They apologized, but made no effort to move, instead snuggling in closer.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice,” he smiled.
“Any ideas for breakfast?”
“I think I have some pancake mix in the cupboard if that sounds good to you.”
“That sounds perfect.”
It was several days later when the lockdown was announced. They were cuddling on the couch watching a movie when the news program took over the screen. His fingers were lazily combing through their hair and down their back in a soothing pattern.
“I suppose we should have expected that, huh?” he asked them.
“Yeah, but it’s not so bad. At least I'm with someone I like,” they responded.
Jin was starting to feel more uneased. He hadn’t had a relapse in a while and was worried that one would pop up when everything was going so smoothly. He couldn’t let Y/N know.
“Should we pick up some food today before everyone buys out the supermarket?” Y/N asked him, sitting up on his lap.
“You’re right. Let’s go before they sell out of toilet paper.”
At the supermarket, it wasn’t too busy. There were definitely more people than usual but it wasn’t overwhelming. They had both picked up the essentials, Jin picking up something nonessential to surprise Y/N with later, and headed back home. Dinner was a quick ordeal, nothing fancy but still tasty and filling.
A week later was the night for his surprise. The sky was clear, stars twinkling all over. While Y/N was cleaning up for the night, Jin got to work decorating his small balcony. He had grabbed a bunch of fluffy throw blankets and pillows and propped them up around the balcony, creating a comfy nest for them. It would be a snug fit, but they could make it work.
“What’s all this?” Y/N asked, peeking their head out the door of the balcony.
“It’s supposed to be a clear night so I thought we could do some stargazing and maybe a movie.”
“That sounds really nice,” they responded, smiling softly.
They cuddled up close together on the floor of the balcony, while the movie Jin had picked out started. It was a comedy and they both enjoyed it, but they enjoyed just being close to each other so much more.
“I have another surprise. I thought this could be something cute for us to do,” Jin told them sheepishly, reaching for something in a shopping bag beside them. He pulled out two white sky lanterns.
“Jin, this is so sweet. I’ve always wanted to light sky lanterns!” they said excitedly, sitting upright.
“I’ve read that some people write their wishes on the lanterns and I thought we could do that too. If you want to.”
“I do. This is the best surprise,” they beamed.
They both got to writing their wishes, trying to keep the other from peeking. Y/N wished that they could do this every year, hoping to stay together for a long time, while Jin wished for the same. Both deeply in love but too nervous to be the first one to say it. This was the first night of quarantine where Jin wasn’t worried about Y/N leaving.
“Here, I'll help you light yours,” he told them.
Lighting theirs and then his, they set them off the balcony. Y/N squeezed their eyes shut tight in an attempt to make the wish come true. Jin just looked at Y/N in adoration. If the world had ended then, Jin would have died the happiest man on earth.
“It’s still early. Do you want to start another movie?” he asked them.
“Yes. I could watch another.”
Y/N fell asleep halfway through the second movie, so Jin had closed his laptop and carried them to the bedroom, tucking them in while he went to clean up the balcony. Once finished, he climbed in next to them and fell asleep quickly.
He woke up suddenly, in the middle of the night, and immediately felt it. His thoughts were all over the place and he felt the need to escape. Jin pushed Y/N off him gently and ran to the bathroom, the only feasible escape while in lockdown. Y/N was woken up by the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. They didn’t want to bother him, obviously he wanted to be alone if he locked himself in the bathroom.
It was two hours later and the bathroom door was still locked shut, and Y/N was beginning to worry. On the other side of the door, Jin was panicking. Not only did he almost have an episode in front of them, but now he was hiding in the bathroom like a high schooler. He was itching to cover his head, needing to feel whole. His racing thoughts were halted in place by a light knock on the door.
“Jin? Are you okay? It’s been a couple hours. I’m getting worried,” Y/N asked through the door, sincerity in their words.
“I’m-- I’m fine. I just had a bad breakfast. My stomach is all messed up.” Even he didn’t believe his terrible lie.
“I know you haven’t eaten yet. It’s five in the morning and there are no dishes in the sink-- And you never do your dishes after eating!” Y/N was staring at the closed door, feeling helpless, wanting to just open the door, take Jin in their arms and fix whatever was bothering him. But that wasn’t what Jin needed right now, choosing instead to wait for him to open up and let them in on their own accord. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”
It couldn’t get any worse than this. He knew Y/N would leave after this so he accepted their help.
“Can you go into the back of my closet and grab my green duffel bag? Please?”
He waited for a response but just heard the soft padding of their feet walking towards his bedroom. Y/N was understandably confused but wanted to help anyway they could. It didn’t take long to find the bag that was haphazardly thrown in his closet.
Another soft knock on the door.
“I have it here, Jin.”
One hand quickly opened the door while he reached out and grabbed the bag. Opening the bag, he found it. Putting it on, he felt a lot calmer but quickly felt guilty and sad. He knew this was the end.
“You can leave if you want. You don’t have to stay here,” he choked out, regretting his words immediately.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No.”
“Please open the door, Jin. Let me help.”
“The door isn’t locked,” he told them, inviting them in.
Quietly, the door opened and Y/N was faced with Jin with his mask on. He was hunched over, visibly distraught.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
Jin hesitated at first but trusted Y/N wholeheartedly so he told them. “I’m not really normal, well my head isn’t,” he paused trying to form the words he wanted to say, “My quirk has caused me a lot of problems, mentally I guess. I’ve been doing better for a really long time now but I’ve just been worried about losing you, and I think it caused me to relapse. I’ve been trying to force myself to be normal for the past two weeks because I was worried I would scare you away.”
They didn’t interrupt him while he spoke his feelings, choosing to let him voice all his thoughts first.
“Why the mask?” they asked.
“It helps me feel whole, especially when I’m panicking.”
“You know… You don’t have to hide this side of you from me. I care about you and something like this isn’t going to scare me away. You’ll have to try a lot harder than that,” Y/N leaned over to him, cradling his face in their hands. “Maybe this might be too soon to say but I’ve been feeling it for a while now. I love you, Jin. All of you, and I’m going to be here for you no matter what, so you’re going to have to get used to it.”
“You love me?” he asked them, needing to hear it again, not believing what he was hearing.
“Yes. I love you,” Y/N admitted breathlessly, “and I’m going to be here for you for as long as you’ll have me.”
Jin was beginning to tear up under his mask, feeling how genuine Y/N was being with their words. The three words kept replaying over and over in his head until he couldn’t even think of why he was in the bathroom in the first place. He crushed their smaller body against his, holding them tightly. He’s felt emotions before but never like this.
“I love you, too,” he mumbled against their hair.
Y/N smiled hearing that, and hugged him back tighter.
“Do you want to get out of the bathroom now and come lay down? It’s still early,” they asked.
“Yeah, let’s go,” he agreed, leading them out of the bathroom and back to bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he began taking his mask off but Y/N stopped him.
“You don’t have to take it off right now if you’re not ready.”
“I am ready.”
Laying down against the pillows, he pulled Y/N against his chest, breathing in deeply. He felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
“Say it again,” he asked them.
“I love you, Jin,” they told him. They’d say it every day of their life if it meant Jin knew how loved he was, and how much Y/N cared about him. His fingers were back to running down their spine, tracing random shapes, lulling them both back to sleep. Perhaps this quarantine was exactly what their relationship needed.
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purplerose244 · 3 years
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Irrational - Chapter 1: The first star in the morning
​Hello everyone!! The @spacecampweek is finally here!! 😍
I cannot wait to see all the content for these two math dorks! Here is my contribution, a collection of oneshots including all the prompts, starting with the first, “Stars”! ✨
Enjoy!! 💙💙
Summary: Seamus was going to smack that idiot of his best friend right in the head for putting him into this situation. A private moment with his little crush, sure, what a marvelous plan of his! There was only one thing he didn’t take into account: this space nerd’s absolutely terrible flirting techniques.
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“… have I… have I told you about that time I went for the tryouts of the basketball team?” Seamus huffed with superiority, mostly for the sake of breathing out some air on this overly hot day. “I’m sure you can tell, I’m a pretty athletic person. The only reason I didn’t join was because I needed to keep up my grades or whatever, school is a total pain.” He smirked towards his right. “Maybe I can bring you to the gym sometimes, teach you how to make three-pointers? I’m sure you’d like that.” His overly confident tone fell into oblivion, as silent kept prevailing. He could feel the sweat going down his neck, behind the high collar of his black jacket.
Good lord, he was wearing a leather jacket. A freaking. Leather. Jacket. When he thought this day couldn’t get any more awkward.
“Four.” Seamus jumped over his seat.
“Huh?”
“Four times.” At last, the Cantaloupian had finally raised his eyes from his phone, showing him the most annoyed look he had ever seen on a human being. “You have mentioned this casket sport of yours at least four times tonight. Merely to answer your question.” Without much of a nod or an impressed look, his pretty nose went back to the lightened-up screen. Never mind, this day had all the chances to get plenty of more awkward.
He was losing him. Oh gosh, he was totally blowing it.
This made no sense! Sure he and Tight Jeans Hank had gone out only a few times before he got head over heels for Mary, but he was totally into the three-pointer thing! Sure, making up an excuse after that on why they never actually went to the gym had been a little draining, a little shameful, but at least there was that! He wasn’t completely out of his game.
… was he? Quick, another one! Huh, what did work out with that one guy from math class before he discovered he liked astronomy better?
“Huh, uhm… you know one time we got Mrs. Janeth so mad I was called into the principal’s office, but I got out without a single problem! You didn’t expect me to be this much of a bad boy, didn’t you? Yeah, this math student is good with numbers as a cover, my call is… being… mischievous…” Oh the cringe. It was going to be all worth it if he got at least a change from the guy sitting at the passenger’s seat. “Heh, people still wonder how I did it.” He grinned towards him, wiggling his eyebrows. “I could tell you, but it has to be… our secret.” Wow. He was channeling his interior Steve. The only difference was that that knucklehead at least was actually good at sports and actually good at getting into troubles.
Heck, even Pepperjack was more of a rebel!
Ah. Silence. Not even the Cantaloupian checking his phone was making any noise.
“Uh-huh.” His eyes were still all over the screen. He didn’t even bother to give him a look this time. “Would not be much of a secret in that case, now would it.”
The blonde was starting to think there was some kind of massive secret stored into that device. His eyes fell on it. Nope, this guy was literally tapping onto apps and exiting them without doing anything. Seamus almost laugh at the awfulness of all, wondering if it was too late running out in the woods and hope his allergy was going to kill him sooner or later. Then he stumbled with his memory to Spring Fling, the date he got – that had spent most of the night making out with someone else in the bathroom, but still.
Alright, confident. An intriguing, intimidating guy, one Krel might wanna know better.
“W-well, the best part of having secrets is sharing it with others! Saying, see this bruise I have?” He pointed at his temple, panicking for a second to remember where it was. His mind went right, and he really hope he wasn’t just pointing at his cheek like an idiot. “I got into this massive fight after class, it was insane! I won’t bore you with details, the usual argument with those bozos from our rival school, but if you think this dent is bad you should see the other guys! Pretty cool huh?”
Silence again.
A sigh. It held together such an annoyed power it left him baffled for a second. Krel was narrowing his eyes so much they looked closed.
“Forgive me, I am still trying to master the art of sarcasm, so I will have to warn you beforehand: I am about to use it.” He cleared his voice. “Wow, that is impressive and totally not an idiotic behavior, thank you very much for telling me.” He made a very forced, very exaggerated smile, before dropping it while still looking at him and then going back at losing time on the phone.
More death wishes filled him. Seamus grimaced, sneezed, and checked if the windows were actually closed while grunting under his breath. He breathed through his nose, hands gripping the wheel simply to have something to do.
It was official. This was the worst first non-date of history, and it was all his fault.
… or Steve’s. Yeah, Steve’s fault sounded better.
The ground of the woods was most likely all over the wheels of dad’s car which was going to drive him mad once again, the occasional sniff of pollen into the air had been making his eyes tear up even since they got here – the windows were actually closed, how, stupid allergy –, and he was stuck there ruining all the chances he never had in the first place. Yes, it made so much more sense blaming that good for nothing jock. The only reason Seamus was there in the first place was because his Vespa was out of service – he had said something something creeper walking on the crosswalk, he had stopped listening at some point –, and he had promised his girlfriend to go back to the kissing tree as soon as the situation was calmer or whatever. Seamus, being the good friend he was – especially since Logan was grounded –, had joined in to give them a lift and wait in the car for the two lovebirds to have their mushy moments, feeling extremely single in the process.
When he had seen Aja and Steve getting out of the Tarron’s residence, Seamus had waved.
When he had seen coming along as well none other than Krel Tarron, he had briefly considered pushing onto the accelerator and leaving everyone and everything into the dust. His body had not complied – the traitor. The happy couple had positioned themselves in the back seats, with Aja saying her little brother had decided not to be a recluse for tonight, while the Cantaloupian genius had comfortably seated himself next to him, giving a smile.
A smile.
How dare he? A smile!?
It was Steve’s fault, it definitely was. There was no way Krel would have come out of his own will, it was notorious he despised social gatherings with intellectually inferior people – mood – and hated nature even more – bigger mood. His sister had never been able to convince him before, he knew that because Steve had made it a habit narrating his escapades with Aja after every single date, and it had always started with “We left the buttsnack home and…”. The first time Seamus offered a ride home to the two of them, and magically the little crush he had only confided to Steve and Logan – and Mary but Mary was gossip queen so that didn’t count – had decided to tag along with them. Suspicious, very suspicious.
So, there they were. They had been stuck into his car for an hour at least now, waiting to check if Aja and Steve planned on staying here for longer or eventually head back. Seamus really hoped for the second. He had no idea how the tension had raised up to this point, nothing was working! Krel was barely acknowledging him, and he was starting to wonder why he decided to join in in the first place. Maybe he lost a bet with Steve or something, that would have explained it.
… it did explain it. He was here against his will, with him, having the worst time of his life. Seamus pressed his lips together, the silence weighting onto his stomach. Maybe he could ask something else? What more anecdotes did he have left? The full score at Alex, getting kicked out of Sam’s…
… why was he feeling worse?
His phone vibrated right there. He had no doubt who was disturbing and judging by the sudden vibration from Krel’s phone the other half of the couple was sending similar messages.
THEPalchuk: Hey man
THEPalchuk: Me and Aja are staying around more
THEPalchuk: Pick us up in one hour?
THEPalchuk: Thanks you’re the best!
Great, like he wasn’t currently questioning his flirting skills as much as his entire persona. What was left in his repertoire? Nothing was helping so far, maybe he needed another approach. What choice did he have though? His stories were usually somehow effective, being like Steve didn’t seem better, Mary just so happened to have guys always in line for her for whatever reason, what else could he…
“Johnson?” He held back another jump, because Krel was finally looking at him and it was progress and- “Would it be too much bother if I asked you to bring me back home?”
Oh. Oh.
In his head played the game over soundtrack from GoGo Sushi. Dang it. He wished he had more time to prepare for this day, but right now it felt like it was inevitable. He definitely did something, said something weird. Was there even a possibility in the first place? With someone like him? He had met Krel Tarron in between classes on a completely random day: the guy had completely destroyed Mrs. Janeth’s theory about triangles without breaking a sweat, had broken into the science lab apparently making a mess of the only functioning computer, and had gotten sent to the principal at the end of the day as a result, without getting into troubles afterwards. This guy had managed to be an absolute nonconformist and a shameless rebel… using math.
Yeah, he was on another level, there was no point. He was so going to scream at Steve on organizing this, it was meant to go bad. Worst of all, it didn’t feel like he could get over it anytime soon. Maybe because it was something that didn’t even start.
He started the car, holding back a sigh.
“No problem, right away.” Krel gave him a mild grateful smile, and Seamus felt the urge to cry.
The trip back was somehow even more awkward than the hour spent waiting. Not necessarily for the deadly silence still permeating the car, mostly for the amount of thoughts that were running wildly into his head. What now? He didn’t even know if the Cantaloupian had noticed his attempts at flirting, did he reject him or was he simply so bored he couldn’t take it anymore? Did it matter? The natural consequence was to stay as far away as possible and ignore his entire existence during high school, then get into the furthest college possible – Australia sounded good – and forget about finding love forever. Sure Krel was in most of his classes, and that guy was most likely going to be an Elite student with him and Claire, which meant they were going to be paired up for some stupid vanity event of the school; also he happened to be his best friend’s girlfriend’s brother, so no way it was the last he was ever going to see him, but he could deal with it.
He could… deal with it…
… he didn’t want to, though. He didn’t want to stop talking to him or stop wishing to talk to him. That guy was in sync with his friends, he was so smart it was unbelievable, he was fun to be around and even right now that the embarrassment was at its peak, Seamus couldn’t help noticing how pretty he was, somehow even in the act of ignoring his existence. In light of all of this, was this really the only way to go? It always was with the other guys…
There was a stop ahead. He respected it, lightly biting his lip. No, with all the others he never made contact after failure because he never cared for it, because they weren’t good people, and because he didn’t want to admit how much he had made up for the sake of one terrible date. He could reach a compromise, right? To be able to talk with him. Nothing in between, only the truth.
His very dorky, uncool truth.
He continued to drive, pondering over everything, only to notice a parking spot next to the crosswalk. He went, noticing the other’s weird look on him. He hurried to speak before he could.
“I’ve never been at the tryouts.” Krel fully turned to him, eyes widened.
“… what?” Seamus winced, rubbing his neck.
“The basketball thing? I never did it. I wanted to, I’m really not bad at it… but I didn’t finish homework for that day and my dad didn’t let me.” Ah, there it came, the absolute shame – gently provided by Mr. Johnson, trademark. “The grades stuff, that’s kinda the excuse I always use whenever someone ask me why I’m not in the team. It’s not exactly a lie, but it’s better than saying I have no freedom at all.” The Cantaloupian looked baffled. The blonde took it as a chance to keep going. “As for the principal call, you wanna actually know the secret? I was never in trouble in the first place, Mrs. Janeth wanted to personally congratulate for making it into the International Mathematical Olympiad. I didn’t want people to think I was lame.” Gosh it burned. It felt kinda nice but it was also awful. He sighed at the end, pointing at his temple. “And about this? The fight? As if, I tripped on my way to the planetarium… because I love space… and there people don’t make fun of me for it.” Oh. He didn’t mean that last one, he didn’t want it to hurt. It still did. Not even Steve or Logan knew why he had been keeping his passion lowkey only for close friends.
It was good… it was good, right? It was as genuine as he could get, because despite everything he still wanted to be able to look at him in the eyes without second guessing himself. He was a lame-o who could barely do anything without his dad’s approval, he was an absolute nerd who was good at math only because he had to, and he was a dork with an absolute passion for space that got him so much mockery in the past, before he started to mock back.
A leaf flew over the windshield of the car. He could feel his sweat turning into ice. Was it too late after all? He lost his chance with Krel even at being a friend? He could feel his eyes on him.
It was silence. Then, a long sigh of relief came from him.
“Oh thank Seklos, I was convinced you were being serious before.”
… huh?
“Huh?” He looked at him. Krel was smiling. He was… smiling? “Before?”
“You were turning into an even bigger oaf than Steve is, which is quite the accomplishment let me tell you.” He looked down, finally putting away his phone. Despite wishing for it the entire time, Seamus felt a wave of anxiety rushing over. “I knew for a fact that I was going to be in your company during the entire time, given that the Staja is a force too chaotic to be around without risking someone’s life.” Despite the tension the blonde snorted. The Cantaloupian seemed to like that. “I was even looking forward to it. I’ve always wondered about the sleeping guy from class.”
Holy. Freaking. Mole.
Seamus was agape, he was pretty sure his jaw was dislocated without repair. He wasn’t sure if this was actually happening, or the last sniff of pollen had put him into a state of hallucination – he didn’t mind trading an anaphylactic shock for this. He managed to breathe again after a while, trying to remember how to speak words.
“Wait- You- I… you were watching me too?” Ah, why the too, why did he have to admit of staring at him while trying to stay awake during class? Why was he such a-
Wow. Wow. Was that embarrassment?
Coming from the prideful Krel Tarron?
“I was… mildly checking.” Okay, this was definitely a coma-induced dream, no way he was that lucky – and could this guy stop looking this adorably shy, he needed his heart to come back to life. “You always raise your hand when Mrs. Janeth asks something, even before the question has been said. You seem to be constantly bored during the lesson, which I can completely understand. You seem to be one of the few people who can at least dream to measure up with me in regard of intellect.” Mm, maybe this was actually real, somehow that came out extremely irritating and incredibly endearing at the same time. “I was interested into knowing that person tonight… I have not seen him for now.” His eyes went down, a little bitterly.
He was going to care about that in a moment. First, his mind needed to compute. What was happening here? Were Steve and Logan into this? Were they following him with a black car from afar ready to scare the crap out of him as soon as he was going to believe that a guy this cool actually wanted to know the real him?
… jeez, he really needed to work onto his self-esteem.
Besides, it was Krel, the frankest person he had ever met. There was no way he was pretending, he was so sure it almost scared him.
Apparently, this was happening, this was a meeting of some sort. One that for now, he had been screwing up big time. He was trying so hard to be liked, trying the best that had worked before, but did it work really? He had never actually been in a relationship, every single guy had evaporated as soon as they had found something better to do than hang out with this weird space nerd. Instead, Krel was waiting. Krel was there to actually know about that part of him.
The real him.
“… are you really in a hurry to come back home?” He got a confused stare. But if he really had something close to a chance, he was fine with making it interesting. “In case not… could I arrange a meeting?” He forced a very nervous smile. “Between you and him?”
Krel looked at him in surprise.
Then he smiled. He smiled.
“Alright, one more chance. Make it count, Johnson.”
His father would have not liked how fast he was driving, even while making sure to respect all signs – he wasn’t that reckless, even if the idea of bothering his old man was tempting. It wasn’t a long trip anyway, he knew the way by heart at this point. Arcadia soon got less lived around them and started to raise up, into a road leading higher and higher while surrounded by those dang trees. His passenger was looking out of the window, clearly curious but without asking a single thing. Seamus didn’t mind it. Maybe he just wanted to appreciate the moment for now, having him intrigued by the situation, before something went wrong again.
No. No. No more screwing everything, not this time. He could make this work.
The planetarium was there almost too soon, as he had only started to notice the eyes of the Cantaloupian occasionally drifting from the glass to him, equally intense. He placed the car into a completely empty parking lot, got out and breathed in. At least here there was way less vegetation, he could almost take a full breath without coughing. He quickly went over Krel’s side, opening the door for him and offering his hand.
He got a weird look in return, a little smile and a tan hand into his. Seamus really didn’t want this to be the first and last time.
“Have you ever been at Arcadia’s planetarium?”
“I am familiar, not a frequent visitor though. I was here for the Science Fair, and once in the first days since I land- got here.” He stumbled a little and focused on looking around, frowning. “I did not find anything particularly interesting though. Only incorrect.”
“Oh, if you’re up for a conversation about mistakes made into the planetary system I’m all ears, but let’s get inside first. I’m bringing you somewhere special.” He walked towards the building, aiming for the back of it, hoping that the occasional cat had decided to do its stuff somewhere else, at least for tonight. Only halfway there it hit him that their hands were still united. He was actually holding his hand. The realization made his body tremble. “Huh, I…” He looked over his shoulder, trying to think how to ask someone if it was okay to hold hands while already doing it in order not to make him go away – why was his brain always this convoluted?
Krel blinked at him, with those pretty brown eyes of his. There was such a control into those irises, smarts and brilliance but not only. It was the kind of look that had seen much, stuff he probably couldn’t even understand. There was simply something that made him want to know more about him.
He clenched his hold. Seamus could feel his heart doing backflips.
“What is it?” This mischievous genius smirked. Absolutely aware. What a day was this day.
“… nothing.” Seamus grinned back, starting to accept that from now on everything was going to be absolutely mind-blowing. “I have been here so many times, and if I know something is that the employees here are… really bad at their job.” He eyed the backdoor. Then the doormat. A freaking doormat, what a cliché. “I swear, one could break in and they would barely notice.” Reluctantly he let go of his hand, slipped it underneath the obvious hiding spot and got the key.
“That is really careless. Although having access to this place could be useful, I did see some interesting components for potential devices last time I was here.”
“Dang, you’re a dangerous one… wait, you’re an inventor?”
“In a way, I’m mostly an engineer.” Total. Heart eyes. “How did you discover this entrance?”
“I used to be a kid who barely had friends, hate with passion staying at my own house and I wished for nothing more than to climb onto a rocket and leave the planet to explore the entire galaxy.” Huh. It used to sound way less edgy when he was younger. “At some point dad discovered that he could leave me here with an adult and he was able to go by his day doing business or whatever without a problem, so I spent a lot of time around here. It gets easier to discover tricks when you’re a kid.” He unlocked the door, bowing at the other. “After you, Mr. Rebel.”
Krel rolled his eyes with a smirk, getting in.
It was as silent and dark as he expected it to be. Also empty, as he expected the nightguard had ditched his job once again – he mentally thanked his careless of tonight. He had been there enough to memorize even the vague noise of the neon, it was echoing into his ears even now that the lights were off. He took out his phone, brightening the way for them to walk. He barely had to think about it, his feet already knew where to step and what poster to pass by, even in complete darkness. His attention was mostly on the guy following him anyway… he was bringing a guy to his special place. He was bringing a guy into his stupidly nerdy corner in this stupidly nerdy place he had adored ever since he was a kid. He was actually doing it.
Wow, Mary would have screamed murder at him for being this uncool. He decided he could deal with her fits later. For now, the projector room.
It pleased him the look of Krel’s face, as it was genuinely the first time he had been there. There were so many seats, the projector was in the middle of the room. It was dark, but the glass dome above them gave a bit of a view over the night sky. Nothing else, absolute simplicity. It was so peaceful here. It made him sigh of relief every single time.
Right now though, it was enough silence to hear his own heartbeats, as the Cantaloupian’s curious eyes went all over the room. He really wanted to be up to his expectations.
“Fascinating.” He looked up to the sky view. “What is the purpose of this place?”
“You’ll see.” Seamus took off that awful jacket of his with a certain satisfaction and put it onto one of the seats. He patted the one next to him. “Give me a moment.” Krel obeyed, taking place, while the blonde went over the controls. He had seen it plenty of times, he had done it as well. Only a few controllers, along with the audio guide. “Get ready for the show!” He hurried to take place where he had left the piece of clothes, deliberately sitting on it – he never wanted to see it again, at least until winder, screw being cool or whatever.
A very familiar excitement took over when the first stars appeared, manifesting the galaxy as a whole. So many points made of light, further than his mind could ever go, yet so reachable in a way his mind couldn’t explain. Soon enough planets came into view as well, Saturn first in all of its beauty, showcasing the rings into the black space.
He took a breath, feeling the familiarity of the place… and something more.
“Space, the ever-present dome of endless wonder,” The audio guide roared through the video, toning it down a little had been a good idea. He remembered when he was a kid, and he had been so conflicted between putting his hands over his ears or risking becoming deaf only for the sake of knowing more about the universe. “And just when you think the universe can’t get any more mysterious…” He knew that explanation by heart at this point.
So he noticed the change nearby. He thought he was imagining it, because it wasn’t the first time the thought had hit him. Then his fingers met others, his heart screamed, and he decided that no dream of his had ever been this vivid.
“I like this place.” Krel was talking softly, close to his ear. It sent a shiver onto his back.
“H-happy to hear.” He let their fingers intertwine, trying to focus less on how everything could end up so horribly and more on how enjoyable everything was. He could live this moment, without thinking of the bad possible outcome. “… you know, the planets got colored like that to appeal the kids I think. The first time I watched it I’ve already studied my kiddie book about planets, and I was so disappointed that they weren’t being accurate.” He snickered, letting his eyes wander on how the celestial corpses were moving in circles. “Thinking that there is so much out there…”
“Yeah… so much.” Krel breathed out. “Galaxies so distant, Earth might never get the chance to reach. Everything is so far from everything here.” His tone had gone down a little, pensive.
The audio guide continued, Seamus was unconsciously moving his mouth along the description that was already stuck into his head. Krel had gone completely silent, even though his warm was still into his. The blonde had no idea what was going on in that impressive brain of his, but whatever it was, he didn’t want to stay away from it.
With his free hand he pointed at the projection, the fragment with all the stars.
“You know, I used to think that space was a little scary. It’s so vast and we humans will probably never live long enough to see it all.” He smiled, remember the stories about the stars his mom used to read for him. “Then I discovered how far stars are, and that from every single planet of the Milky Way the constellations all look the same. It’s like they reach all those places.”
“… what about beyond that?” Krel swallowed, clenching his hold. “What if there are even further planets out there?”
“Well, stars are many lightyears away from here, and one lightyear is 5.8 trillion miles. That’s one heck of a trip.” He got a look that said ‘I knew that’ and laughed, making him smile a little too. “All I’m saying is that, at least for a part of the galaxy, the sky will look the same. And even if we discovered even further away planets where they don’t know about Andromeda or Sagittarius, there will be other stars over there, reaching out for other places, but stars nonetheless.” The projection changed again, coming back to Earth. “As far as one can go, there are still things that feels like home, you know? That’s why, even though it’s terrifying, I kind of can’t wait to know if there’s more out there.” His throat felt lighter. Oh. He had rarely ever been able to say, was this ok-
Oh. Oh. He was wrong, Krel had never smiled before, not this evening, not even a single time. Because this was his real smile, a radiant curve with those lucid eyes, reflecting the light of the projector. He turned to him, and Seamus almost gasped out of the view alone.
Beautiful. Krel Tarron was really beautiful.
“That is a comforting thought.” His voice wasn’t far anymore, it got back some vigor. “So, this is the real you?” Seamus swallowed. Right, it all came down to that.
“I guess so… yeah, pretty much.”
“Good. I like this Seamus much better than the other one.” Okay, calm down. He was simply making a comparison with how jerky he was before. No need to get all riled up by his wording. “Although I am not completely convinced about the situation, perhaps this matter needs to be deepen on another occasion. Perhaps in another place, at another time… with the two of us.” Okay, no calming down, forget all the rationality he was so going to freak out.
It took him a moment. Then, mustering all of his courage at facing the last doubt that he was going to get slapped or laughed at as soon as he turned, he looked at the guy sitting next to him. No laugh. No slap. Not at all.
“Does… does that mean… another date? A-a proper one?” The Cantaloupian’s shrug said maybe, his extremely wide grin said yes. Seamus was too happy to care about the mocking intention. “Huh, uh, uhm.” Answer stupid, answer! “Yes. That is… sure, why not, it sounds good.” He so needed to work on his communication skills, especially since he was about to meet him so much more from now on – holy everything he just got a date out of Krel Tarron didn’t he. “I can pick you up one of these days, we can go to Sam’s or something…” Wow, a diner, such a romantic place for a date. “O-or something else, maybe I should ask Steve about idea- Oh, dang it!”
Krel’s expression fell. Oh, apparently he wasn’t the only one questioning himself.
“What is it? Is it no good?”
“Oh, no way, it’s nothing! I’m happy!” He straightened his back, glad that they were still holding hands despite everything. “It’s just that… urgh, I hate when Steve’s right about something, he gets super unbearable. Now the fact that he arranged the whole thing and it actually worked will be his biggest accomplishment, not looking forward to that.” He could already see the t-shirts ‘I got this buttsnack a date’ with his face on it. With that being said, it seemed almost an overly fair trade, weeks of mockery coming from that guy for a single date with the Cantaloupian.
Who was staring at him with an arched brow, slowly straightening his back with a wince – yeah, his own back wasn’t doing much better, these chairs were pretty uncomfortable.
“What do you mean he arranged this?” How subtle Steve was?… could Steve actually be subtle?
“Well, you know, it’s pretty evident.” Seamus scratched his cheek with his free hand, laughing a little. “He was the one knowing about my… uhm, interest in you.” Nice understatement. Those brown eyes widened. “The day I offer him a lift with my car you come along, there’s not much else to deduce here.” It was weird that someone this observant hadn’t noticed the coincidence.
Krel was smiling, again, and his cheeks were lightly red. It almost stopped his heart. Then he frowned, like another thought had taken over his more pleasant one.
“You think Steve pushed me to come today?” Seamus blinked. That was a weirdly worded question. He simply nodded. “What makes you think that?”
“Please, that guy would do anything to make me in the situation to make an absolute fool of myself! Granted, I didn’t need much of his help at this turn.” Krel was still blinking, looking baffled. “Besides, who else would’ve cared for this? I don’t think your sister knew about me, Logan is out of the picture tonight, and I’d be terrified if Mary actually managed to be involved without… what? What is it?” The guy was staring so intently, it was hard keeping track with that kind of look.
The hold clenched again. Krel was focused on nothing but him.
“I am simply a little taken back. I thought the fact that I came along only when you were there would have given away my intentions.” His inten- Oh. Oh. That syllabus must had shown onto his face because Krel laughed. He laughed and it was beautiful, even though his brain was having a grand hard time at functioning. “Steve simply said you were there to give him a ride, it was a good occasion. A plan of mine at least.” Still not functioning. “Speaking of, perhaps we should let them know we might be a little late at picking them up. I am in no hurry to leave anymore.” Still hardly understanding. “You are perhaps a little less brilliant than you think you are, Seamus Johnson.” Still non computing. Krel stared at him, right into his eyes. “But you are a nicer company than you might believe to be.” He got closer. Not functioning, not computing not-
Cheek, kiss.
Kiss cheek, cheeky kiss, kiss on the cheek with kiss-
Krel was kissing his cheek.
It was warm and soft, and it made his brain absolute short-circuit. Their noses almost brushed when he pulled away, and Krel’s hair moved a little, lightly smelling like metal. He was an inventor, he said. What else? What else was this person was? He really wanted to know, he really wanted to ask. All he could muster right now though was some sort of whimper, that made the Cantaloupian giggle some more, before getting back on his seat while still holding his hand.
The audio guide’s voice was still as powerful as ever, and at the meteor section something into his head woke up. Seamus realized that, once again, he wasn’t hallucinating. He couldn’t reach his warm cheek with his free hand without looking incredibly awkward but it was fine. It was okay, absolutely okay, and he couldn’t stop grinning because of it.
Turned out, it wasn’t Steve’s fault. It was Krel’s fault.
He was more than happy to go along with it.
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TroubleMaker [ Tony Stark x Trouble Maker Son Reader] Part 1/2
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Tony Stark x Happy x Male Reader x Peter Parker x Ned are the characters in this first part but no romance included.
Just an idea I got last night enjoy this first part of the one shot. If you would like to be tagged on part 2 let me know. This is 4.0k words and unedited. I appreciate all feedback!!!
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"I don't think this is such a great idea [M/N] what if Happy comes to check up on us." Said a whiney Parker. 
I smirked laughing. "He's not going to come here I told him I was at your house doing a science project. There's no reason why he should come here at least tonight. You have to let lose Parker come on stop being such a scary cat." I patted his shoulder while unlocking the house door. 
"It's not that i'm scared it's just I dont want my internship with Mr.Stark to get ruined." I jumped on his shoulders. 
"You're Spiderman who fights crimes and your scared about someone like my dad? Come on, if by any chance this doesn't turn out how we want it I promise to stick up for you and you can blame all of this on me. I won't tell him that this was all your idea." 
"Thanks [M/N] You're a really good friend....... wait what do you mean this was my idea? The one who wanted to throw a party is you not me." Peter acted defenseless. 
I laughed out loud. "I'm just kidding Parker take a joke would you. By the way there's going to be some really good food. The chefs that have cooked for my dad are preparing some delicious cuisines. And there's going to be a lot of drinks if you know what I mean." I nudge him on the shoulder. 
"[M/N] this isn't right we could get in a lot of trouble." Peter complained again. I pinched the top of my nose feeling annoyed. "I'm going upstairs to get ready for the party do you mind helping out and getting all of the cups out from the cabinet." I saluted walking upstairs to my room to get ready. I tossed my phone on the night stand with out any sound jumping into the shower. Peter was freaking out downstairs fighting with himself wether he should or not call Mr.Stark and tell him the plans he's son is planning for tonight. Peter sigh having no other choice but to help out his friend with tonight's party. Peter went to the kitchen and looked for the plastic cups and took them out. 
I had finished taking a shower and getting dressed. I had decided to wear a simple black shirt with rip light blue jeans with a pair of black new Jordan shoes. I comb my black hair and put on some cologne all around me smiling at myself through the mirror. I did all sorts of pose to flexing when I had an idea. I quickly left my room and entered my parent's bedroom looking for the last piece to make me feel complete. I sigh looking for the missing item when finally opening one of my dad's drawer a pair of purple light glasses that stood there staring back at me. I smirked before taking them from the drawer and putting them on. I jumped on their bed turning to the front facing their mirror. "Are you from Tennessse because your the only one I see." I winked at myself before falling on the bed laughing to myself. I stood up and left their bedroom but not before closing the door after me. I walked through the hallway before walking to the edge of the staircase. "Peter did you take all the cups from the cabin like I told you- oh hey Happy what are you doing here?" I asked acting dumb. Happy stood in front of Peter with a serious face. 
"I thought you two had a science project together in Peter's house." Happy said glancing between the two of us. "W-we do it's just..... I..... [M/N] forgot his notebook and came here for it. Isn't that right [M/N]" Peter said. 
"Yeah, Yeah, he's right we just came for my notebook. We where actually on our way out." I said asurring him. Happy walked over to me yanking the sunglasses from my face. 
"Then why are you wearing Tony's sunglasses." Happy pointed a hand to the glasses in his hand. I looked at Peter for help but he shook his head. 
I avoided Happy's gaze. "I uhh.... need them for the science project we are doing isnt it right Peter." I said but Happy didn't seem to bite in to my story one bit. 
"Oh, really, whats the project about." Happy walked over to the couch and sat down. Peter and I sent stares at one another coming up for an idea. 
"Glass work." 
"Water." We both said at the same time. "So which one is it?" Happy said. 
"Water glass work... it's about the difference between water glass and eyeglasses." I blurted randomly. 
Happy stood from the couch. "Alright, sounds good to me just make sure not to return back late and call me when you want me to pick up let's go." I looked at Peter asking for help. 
"That won't really be necessary Happy we can go walking together it's not far from here." Peter blurted out. But Happy shook his head taking out his car keys from he's pocket. 
"It's best if I drive you two. The sun's setting down I don't want Tony barking at me if something was to happen." Happy walked ahead of us while Peter and I stood behind whispering to one another. 
"We can't leave people along with the chefs are going to be arriving anytime soon." I whispered. "What are we going to do?" I thought for a quick second. "Actually you know what, I don't feel so good maybe it's best if we stay here to do the science project. Plus you're right it's getting late so is it cool if Peter stays to work on the project together?" I said praying inside that Happy will agree. 
Happy turned around. "Alright it will be easier for me if you stayed here. I'll call your dad and tell him your going to stay here with Peter. I'll see you tommorow morning." 
I cleared my throat. "Happy can I have my dad's glasses back?" I asked. Happy took them out from his pocket and toss them to me. Happy walked over to the door and glance at us before opening the door and shutting it after him. 
Peter and I sigh in relief. "That was a close one I didn't think he would leave." Peter said taking a seat on the couch. I nodded crashing next to him looking up at the ceiling. "Me and you both good thing he left. For a second there I thought we where going to get caught." 
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The chef's had finally arrived an hour later to prepared all of their amazing food. I had asked them to prepare tons of shrimp and sushi, along with some snacks with those fancy crackers with cheese. While they prepared the food Peter got ready Ned had arrived a few minutes later. A little bit of less than half an hour people from school started to show up. I had played with the lights asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to dim the lights of the Tower. "Are any of the avengers here?" Ned asked. I shoot my head. 
"No, thankfully they are all away doing their own thing or away in a mission." I yelled through the loud music. "Sweet glasses." "Thanks! There my dad's. Hey Peter's coming." I shouted and watched Peter coming downstairs wearing new fresh clothing. 
"Looking good Pet, see I told you everything was going to turn out just fine now have fun there's drinks by the bar and the chefs are going around surveying food. I have guest to attend see you all in a bit." I nudged them both leaving the pair talking with one another. "Gosh, I really i'm turning like my old man. Oh well guess they run in the jeans." I said to myself. 
 "F.R.I.D.A.Y raise up the volume." I yelled standing on top of the table. People cheered at the music playing. I grabbed a cup with a bit of alcohol in it mixing it with soda. Being seventeen years old makes life a bit easier and why not when your a Stark life becomes easier. I walked all over the house making sure everyone was good and everything in place. 
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight. The song Animal by Neon Trees begin to blast all over the Tower. I had grabbed a random girl and danced with her. I moved to the sound of the beat. I twirled her around taking off my shirt off exposing my toned body to everyone. The girls all watched in awe as they stared. Then two more girls jumped and I danced with them three singing and drinking having a good time. Too busy having fun someone suddenly grabbed me from behind. I turned around to find Peter and Ned. My chest breathing heavily with a few specs of sweat falling down my chest. "What Peter can't you see i'm dancing with the girls." I said feeling annoyed. 
"Your dad's calling Peter there's a chance he's been calling you too. Where's your phone?" Ned said freaking out showing me Peter's phone. 
"Just sent him to voicemail if Happy already called him saying we where "working" on our science project then he thinks we are too focused on our homework. As for my phone I have no idea where it is. HAS ANYONE SEEN MY PHONE?" I said yelling to everyone but none of them knew where it was. I shrugged looking at them and continued to dance with the girls. Peter and Ned fell worried but took the chance of not answering Tony. 
It was after three hours that people started to leave including the guys but feeling drunk makes the time go by fast. At the end of the night I had gotten the phone numbers of all those three girls written all over my arms. I had their lipstick all over my face. As everyone left it was soon just us three alone with a big mess everywhere. I looked around giggling to myself looking stupid. Peter sigh looking at his watch. "I need to go on patrol." He said grabbing his backpack and belongings. Ned also got his stuff and got ready to go. 
"Aweee your leaving already don't leave I don't want to stay all alone here by myself." I pleaded. 
"Look we'll help you get to bed and then we'll leave. It's getting late I don't want my aunt May to be worried about me." I got up from the couch and launch myself toward Ned. Peter helped him carry me upstairs. Reaching the top floor they took off my shoes and jeans stripping me to my shorts and laying me down on the bed. I clunged to Peter not wanting to let go of him but he pushed me to the bed and covered me with the blankets. They shut the lights off and left my bedroom. A few minutes later the whole house was quiet. I had fallen asleep right quickly so I failed to listen to heavy steps coming upstairs.
I could hear steps but I was also half asleep snoring dreaming random stuff. My head lay on the pillow while my body was all stretch out with the blankets touching the floor. The sound of a door being opened was heard coming from inside my room. To busy in La La Land I didn't feel them pull the blankets off me until my body landed on the floor. I opened my eyes to the lights turned on. I continued to sleep pulling the blankets back on my body. After a few seconds the blankets where off me for the second time. Feeling pissed and annoyed I lifted my head to find my dad's suit of armor staring down at me. "What the hell?" I asked. I sit up rubbing my eyes squinty at it. "I'm probably dreaming or left his suit in my room." I said laughing like an idiot until the suit began to talk.
"Are you out of your mind this is what studying with Peter was about?" The robot spoke sounding like Happy. 
I laughed at him. "Dad why do you sound like Happy?" I looked at him with a dumb face. 
"I'm not Happy it's me Tony your father I should had never left you all alone this is what you do when we are gone. You have school tommorow for crying out loud. What's Pepper going to think if she would to see you." He said sounding angry. "And do you have lipstick all over face. Great you even have a damn hickey on your neck [M/N] when are you going to grow up." 
I giggled. "I also got three phone numbers isn't it cool Happy but nooo Peter was a party pooper but I showed him just don't tell dad and mom." I pointed a finger and lay again on the cold floor. "Dancing is a lot better than working out because boy did I sweat a lot." I said before shutting my eyes and falling asleep. The last thing I heard was the sound of muffled and steps walking away.
The sound of an alarm woke me up. I groan in annoyance reaching for the stupid alarm but then I felt beneath me to feel the cold floor. I opened my eyelids and adjusted them to the light of the sun coming through the window. I looked around before standing up quickly to shut the alarm off. Once I turned it off I jump onto the bed before closing my eyes again. I quickly opened my eyes at the memory of last night. I looked at the alarm clock. 7:00 happy is supposed to get here at 7:30 which means I only have about thirty minutes until he gets here. I quickly jumped out of the bed and rush towards the closet to put a white undershirt underneath then a white shirt on top and black jeans. I quickly grabbed my shoes from underneath the bed and put socks on before putting the shoes on. I comb my hair quickly. I then grabbed a pair of black sunglasses and put them on. I quickly grabbed the backpack and ran for the bathroom upstairs. I did my business and brush my teeth with some splashing on my face to keep me awake that's when I noticed I had lipstick all over my face and a big purple hickey under my neck. I went back to the room and grabbed a black hoodie to hide the hickey. The only problem is it was hot outside.Once I was done I headed for downstairs where there was a major mess. Bottles and cups where everywhere the furniture all dirty with a few stains on them. The black shirt I had on last night was dirty and had one of the edge torn up. I tried to pick up some of the mess and looked for my phone but no luck until I found it underneath the couch broken to pieces. I started to freak out in the inside, the phone was barely new and it wasn't exactly cheap either. And when my parents find out they're going to flip out especially mom. Too busy in my own thoughts someone ring at the door. "I'm coming!" I yelled getting up from the floor putting the phone inside my backpack. 
I quickly grabbed the keys from the door frame that hang and quickly went out before Happy had a chance to come inside and see the big mess from last night. I closed the door after myself locking it and speed walk to the black car. What I didn't know was that a pair of glasses where also broken somewhere in the kitchen and a program who had recorded everything from last night's party. And the suit of armor I was talking to was not a dream. I sat on the passenger seat to see Happy wearing his usual black suit. He had music blasting which I had turned the volume all the way down before closing the car door. "Good morning [M/N]." He said. I shook my head. "Don't speak i'm not in the mood to talk right now just drive." I said looking forward. Happy only looked at me suspicious but didn't say a word through out the way to school. As for me a million scenarios where running through my head. Even the way to school felt immensely short. 
"By the way-" I closed the door after getting out of the car and speed walking inside the school hoping to find Ned or Peter but I didn't get to see any of them. As I walked through the hallways people glanced my way but I ignored their gaze and walked to my locker. One of the girls from last night came running towards me hugging my side. "Good Morning [M/N] are you ready to head out to class?" A beautiful girl with blond hair said clinging onto me before planting a big kiss on my lips. I felt astonished by her kiss I felt myself melting under her spell and returned the kiss. 
The bell soon ranged pulling away from each other. We catched our breaths before she grabbed onto my arm then hand. "L-let me grab my stuff so we can head over to class." I said rather quickly. After grabbing my stuff I closed the locker and went out to class holding hands with her. Along the way people commented on the party saying how fun it was. Which honestly felt pretty good hearing that. Soon shortly we arrived to class and went our separate ways to sit in our seats.
During class the lecture became boring and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. Then a sudden sound of something slammed on my desk woke me up. The classroom laughed but gained an ugly glare from the teacher. "Stay after class Mr. Stark." She said. I sigh looking back at Peter before paying attention to the lecture. 
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As the bell rang everyone including Jenny the girl who I found out was her name kissed me in the morning left with the rest including Peter passed patting my shoulder with a pity look and exited the classroom. I got up from the chair and over to the front taking a seat in front of the teacher. "What's going on with you [M/N] you've never acted this way before." She said. 
I don't know how to respond back. I can't let her call Happy or my parents especially not my dad. I gulped thinking for an answer. "I uhh...... i'm sorry I just stayed up really late working on a project." I said lying. 
She crossed her arms before chuckling."Is that so, it's funny you mention that because out in the hallway everyone talked about the party of the year in the Stark Tower on a school night." I gulped. "I'm calling your parent's and the principal will be aware of last night's party." She threatened.
"Come on, please anything but calling my parent's. I promise I will do anything to make up the lecture but please don't call my parent's." I beg with a sad face. The teacher thought for a moment. "Fine. But, you will have detention after school and I will give you the lecture from class go on." I smiles feeling relief. 
"Thanks teach, I promise it won't ever happen again I swear." I said before running out of the classroom to my next class. Running through the hallways someone grabbed me from the sweater and push me onto the lockers it was Jenny who wrapped her arms around my neck kissing me none stop. Of course I returned the kiss but honestly it was kinda getting annoying. I tried to talk in between the small mini make out session but it was impossible to push her away. I only had a few minutes until the bell rang and honesty I didn't want to get in trouble again. My head hurt and I was starving. I pulled away from her grip catching air we both gasp. "Jenny I have to go." I said running away from her. Jenny called after me but I couldn't care less at this point. 
As I ran away, I saw a kid from my class passing by wearing a pair of glasses that looked a lot like the ones I took from my dad. I turned around and ran to his direction. When I turned him around to see me I stared at the glasses it was definitely my dad's glasses. "Hey, you where at the party last night those are my dad's glasses." I said pointing a finger directly at him. The guy pushed me and tripped me falling on my hands to the floor and took off running. "I seriously don't have time for this right now." I said cursing to myself standing up and running after him. The hallways where already empty soon the bell rang but going to class now wasn't a priority anymore. It was to get those glasses back before dad realizes I took them without permission. 
I ran after the kid not losing his sight. The squeak of our shoes made echoes inside the hallways. "Come on, I'll give you anything you want if you give me those glasses back." I yelled running after him. 
"I'm keeping these sunglasses thank you very much." He yell back. I frowned feeling frustrated. I have been chasing him all through the hallways including the inside of the cafeteria. "Don't be such an asshole Oscar come on give them back and I won't beat you up." 
"I'm not scared of you Stark." Oscar yell almost tripping on his feet when he suddenly collided with a tall figure. Unaware of the situation I continue to run after him and taking the glasses from him who stood still. "I told you I was going to get them back." I turned my back on him ready to leave when a hand pulled me from behind. 
"Mr. Stark." A deep voice said. I turned around gulping hearing the voice. "M-Mr. Principal sir." I said. "You two come with me." Was all he said. 
I sigh and walked with Oscar behind the principal and put the sunglasses away inside my backpack. I groaned feeling irritated and tired from all the running. I punched Oscar in the arm without the principal watching. Oscar whined returning the punch back. I punched him twice as hard on the shoulder. He was about to punch me back when the principal glance behind him and Oscar hugged me instead. It took a two minute walk to the office. 
Once inside his office we sat on each chair in front of his desk. After all the things that have happened this morning I regret doing the party last night. Peter was right it was a big mistake and I still have to worry about all the mess at home. The big stains on the couch is is going to be the hardest thing to fix around the Tower. I can already picture my mother's angry face. I only had less than a day until they return which is tommorow night. What if I blame it on Thor.... now that I think about it that won't be a great idea. I can't blame it on Morgan either. Too busy in my own little world I failed to hear the principal lecturing us. "I'm calling both of your parent's." Was all I catched before he dialed my dad's phone. 
"I'm so dead." I murmur under my breath.
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Walk Like a Man
This fic was written for @a-strange-1ne, and I have a new rarepair, y’all. It’s set in a Quirkless AU for BNHA in which Uraraka, Midoriya and Iida are leaving their first year behind them and enjoying the high-life of the...non-freshman students. But on a trip to the local hang-out, they run into some trouble, and Iida’s going to have to deal with it.*
*he doesn’t want to
(Also, inspired by the Happy Days episode, “Our Gang.”)
Cut is for length, not for content.
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"Whoa! This place looks amazing!”
The cafe wasn’t particularly busy, but there was just enough activity for Iida Tenya to narrow his eyes a bit. He didn’t quite share his companion Midoriya’s excitement. At least not yet. “I am not sure if this will be a suitable place for us to study.”
“Look!” He jerked as Ochako snagged his arm and pointed. “They have a bar with a conveyer belt! And it’s not just sushi!”
Indeed, the restaurant had been built close enough to Yuuei for it to be both accessible and not entirely inappropriate for them to be there unaccompanied. In fact, as they looked around, it became apparent that other people from their class as well as several more upperclassmen had decided to come by after classes ended for food and entertainment in the form of comics and video games.
“Oh my gosh!” Midoriya squeaked, immediately running over to the row of machines. “They have the new All Might Super Man Fighting Hero Deluxe Game! This hasn’t been released anywhere else yet!” Come to think of it, Iida noticed now that the whole place was themed around masked men and women. The walls were plastered with comic pages, and a huge bust of All Might towered over the center of the food prep station, where sushi, mochi, taiyaki and finger foods were placed to make their way around the track.
Iida set his jaw and sliced the air dramatically with his arm. “I do not know how anyone can be expected to study with so many distractions!” The potential for a new reading spot was, after all, how his comrades had gotten him to come along...
He had turned to leave just when he was beseeched upon by two pairs of large, sad eyes. “Iida-kun, please don’t go! Just stay for a little bit!” Uraraka begged.
“We’ve been waiting to be allowed in here since we were first years! Now that we’re not, we can finally get in!”
Iida took his glasses off and rubbed between his eyes. “How many times have I had to tell you that there has never been a moratorium on us coming into this establishment? There is no age limit or anything like that. We could have come any time!”
“Not without being boo’ed out! Remember, that happened with Mineta!”
Iida sighed. “I am not unconvinced that the same thing would not happen now, regardless of his class status.”
It was no use, though. Iida couldn’t say ‘no’ to his friends. Shifting his backpack, he walked over to an open booth and sat down while Ochako brought over several plates worth of food. Midoriya grabbed a bun and a manga he had found on one of the cafe’s shelves. Iida had just brought out his English language textbook when a voice behind him caught his ear. “Oi.”
He ignored it.
“Oi.”
Then, another, louder voice chimed in, closer tohis ear. “Dude, are you listening?! The boss is trying to get your attention!”
Now Iida did turn to regard the small collective of young men who had arrived at the table. They were all wearing school uniforms, but they were open, sleeves pulled up, pants loose. The one speaking was a blonde with a black stripe in his hair, who honestly had a face way too friendly to fit how he was trying to talk to Iida.
“Oh.” He turned to the tall, lanky boy beside him whose shaggy black hair was hanging around his face. Proximity seemed to make it logical that this was the one he was referring to. “I beg your pardon. How can I help you?”
Both of them exchanged a glance, and that’s when the angry bundle of fury in the form of crimson eyes and soft wild hair shoved them both out of the way, baring his teeth and glaring down at where Iida was sitting. “He meant me,” he said, an undercurrent of vicious indignation dangling under the surface of his voice like a blade.
“Kacchan!” Midoriya squeaked, bringing up the manga before realizing too late that there was no way to hide himself away from the other young man.
“Kacchan? Do you know this person, Midoriya?” Not that the angry, punkish boy looked like the type of person Midoriya would associate with…
“W-we went to Middle School together. He’s, um, he’s pretty rough, Iida…”
“Is this the delinquent kid you’ve talked about that gave you trouble, Deku?!” Uraraka put down one of the glass plates hard on the table as ‘Kacchan’ sneered at her.
“Where do you think he got that useless nickname from, roundface?” His cronies laughed at that, and she huffed in her seat. “And it’s Bakugou, by the way. Don’t call me by that stupid fucking kiddy name…”
At that, Iida finally rose and gesticulated wildly. Both the other boys in the black, open jackets and caps balled up their fists - did they think he was going to start a fight? - but Bakugou just raised an eyebrow. “I am Iida Tenya! And not only do I think you are terribly mean and rude, but also those uniforms are not appropriate attire, even when classes are over! Do you want to bring shame to your school?!”
“Like I give a shit what you think.” Bakugou curled his lip, cocking his chin to meet his eyes. He wasn’t saying it in a way that was exactly as crude as Iida would have expected, but he didn���t back down regardless.
“You should! You will never get into a respectable university or any other post graduate establishment if you act that way.”
Bakugou took a step closer, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Midoriya grab Uraraka’s arm. “You’re not going to live long enough to get home if you don’t clear out of my booth.”
Iida blinked, confused. The booth? “This type cafe does not have any system of assigned seats in it.”
Behind him, the two boys flanking Bakugou choked a little. “Damn right it does,” Bakugou growled.
“What is that?”
Iida jumped back, though more in disgust than fear, as Bakugou’s thick black shoe came down on the corner of the bench where he was sitting, sending little bits of detritus onto his school books. “I say where my gang sits, and everyone else gets the fuck out of dodge. Or else.”
It took every iota of self control for Iida not to immediately go about cleaning off his possessions. “Or else what?”
Bakugou glanced back at the other two, pupils small, brows knit, his eyes clearly communicating, ’Are you hearing this guy?’ “Or else we go.”
That still didn’t quite make sense to Iida. “Go where?”
The taller of the two lackeys laughed, and the shorter one with the stripe punched him in the side. Bakugou’s face flared into a dangerous shade of red. “We fight! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Iida chewed his bottom lip. Was this really worth all the effort? It was just a bench, after all. They could move. Before Iida could say anything, though, Uraraka shot back, “Fine! We’ll fight you!”
Midoriya seemed to disappear, escaping as quickly as possible for either the bathroom or the exit, Iida wasn’t sure which. “Uraraka!”
Bakugou nodded. “Fine. But one-on-one..” He knocked his chin at Iida, his eyes going cool. “Him and me.”
“Fine!”
“I have not agreed to anything!” Iida gesticulated again, like he could actually break the moment through force and speed of his hands. But even after a year, he should have known there was nothing to deter Uraraka when she had focused her gaze on a goal...
“Tonight at midnight,” Bakugou said, “at the park outside of campus.”
Iida balked. Suddenly the thought of ruining his good record was more important than the fact that he was giving this genuine consideration. “It is a school night! I cannot be out past curfew!”
This time, Bakugou actually smirked and chuckled, and as though that was permission enough, the two with him giggled as well. “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me with this...fine. Saturday, then.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Unless you’ve got plans…?”
Iida rubbed his chin. “I would have to make sure to finish my weekend studies early so I can have a nap, but--”
Bakugou turned on his heel. “I don’t give a shit what you have to do. Just be there.”
“He will!” Uraraka crowed in triumph.
Finally, the situation caught up with him. God, what had he just agreed to?!
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“Is that seriously what you’re wearing?!”
Uraraka and Midoriya had agreed to walk with Iida to the meeting spot, and as they left campus under the bright streetlights, Iida nodded and straightened his suspenders. They were paired with black slacks and a white dress shirt, complete with a bowtie. “I want to look my best. And this is practical, because I would hate for my pants to droop. It also makes it less likely that I will be recognized. I do not want to embarrass the school with my tomfoolery.”
“It’s certainly...dapper, Iida…” Midoriya sighed. “You know you don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah, sorry for getting you into this, Iida.” Uraraka had cooled off within minutes of the encounter at the cafe, and ever since she had apologized profusely to Iida for goading Bakugou.
“Please, do not worry, either of you,” Iida said with a decisive chop of his arm. “I do not actually think this will come down to fisticuffs.” He certainly hoped, anyway…
When they arrived at the park, Bakugou was already there, alone. He was dressed down (not that that was much of a surprise, compared to Iida), with a black shirt and jeans. He looked up and locked eyes with Iida and for a second, he seemed different from the delinquent at the cafe: young and rough around the edges, sure, but also...tired.
He bristled when he saw Midoriya especially. “It’s just us, remember? Fuck off, shitty Deku.”
Midoriya was ready to fully comply, but Uraraka grabbed his shirt. “We’ll be nearby, okay? Just call.”
Iida smiled. “I will.”
They watched together as the two walked away, and when they disappeared beyond the curve of the path, Bakugou finally said, “I didn’t actually think you’d show up.” Did he sound impressed? It was hard to tell. It could have just been cocky.
Iida nodded. “I said that I would.”
When Bakugou stood up, Iida raised his fists and hunched his back a bit. The other young man immediately laughed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I-I am preparing myself in case you just go at me. I learned this stance from several reputable boxing tutorials on the Internet!”
“You still have your damn glasses on!” He smirked. “What? Do you think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re a guy wearing glasses?”
“What? No! I need them to see! How can I do anything if I cannot see?!”
Bakugou kicked at something on the ground. He didn’t seem to be in a rush to fight… “Dumbass. Why did you even agree to this if you don’t know how to fight? Have you ever even been in a fight before?”
“Of course not! Why would I have?” Iida relaxed just a little bit.
“Don’t you do any sports at that fancy school of yours?”
Iida scratched at the back of his head, suddenly feeling sheepish. He was hoping they would be able to talk things out, but talking like this wasn’t exactly what he thought it would be. It felt like Bakugou was trying to get to know him. Not that he minded, but… “Yes. Track and field. Mostly running. Cross country, sprinting, that kind of thing.”
Bakugou glanced up, jutting his jaw out a little bit. It was almost like he was trying to compensate for his short stature compared to Iida. “But you didn’t run from me.”
“No.” Iida took a breath. “But it is sort of like track, I suppose...coach tells us that it is better for us to run like we are heading toward something rather than away.” He gestured, palm against his chest, the other straight out. “Always approach your goal. Run to those ahead of you, and forget the ones behind.”
“Tch.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
Running his thumbs up and down his suspenders, Iida paused a moment and then chanced asking, “Is it true? That you bullied Midoriya at your old school?”
Bakugou brought a foot up and down to crush a can sitting by the bench. It flattened under him. “Fucking Deku…” His voice curled with his mouth, disgustedly, but he didn’t raise his gaze from the ground. “He was always following me around like a yappy fucking dog, and one time I tried to scare him off. And it worked.”
“You...don’t sound proud of that.”
“What’s it to you?!” Bakugou stepped hard toward him, and Iida raised his fists again. But he just got close, like he had expected Iida to back off. When he didn’t, they ended up precariously hovering in each other’s space, where Iida could see Bakugou’s eyes shining red in the light overhead as he was forced to crane his neck back to glare.
Iida was the first to break the intense eye contact that had started cemeting between them. “Are we…?”
“What?”
“Are we going to fight?”
Bakugou puffed out a breath through his nose, body relaxing. “It wouldn’t even be a fight. It would be a murder.”
“I would not go that hard on you.”
Bakugou laughed again. He didn’t seem so menacing when he laughed, and Iida liked that (more than he probably should have, he thought, giving himself a little mental kick). “Gee, thanks, four-eyes.”
“Do you really fight all that much?” Iida asked carefully. Every question seemed to take more than a lion’s share of caution.
Shrugging, Bakugou walked over to the vending machine across the path. He fished a few coins out of his pants pocket - he could probably use some suspenders too, Iida thought to himself - and then pointed at the buttons. Was that…an offer? Bakugou gestured again with a growl, and Iida came forward quickly, pressing the button for an orange drink. Once he seemed satisfied, Bakugou said, “Most people don’t show up. I have a reputation.”
“When was the last time you even struck someone?”
“What the fuck do I look like? A goddamn desk calendar?” Even though Bakugou gave him another toothy, growling snap, this time Iida just let it roll off his back. “Those assholes just think it’s cool that I’m so scary to everyone. It’s such bullshit. I hate it.”
A wind blew through the corridor of the park, and Bakugou shivered. Iida scooted a little closer to him, until their legs were touching. The night was cool and quiet. “You do not have to posture all the time.”
“You don’t know me.”
“No, but you seem like someone who could be worth getting to know, especially since what I have known has been so...obviously wrong.” Bakugou didn’t reply, but he also didn’t leave, so Iida pressed on. “Are you in school?”
“Yeah. Duh.”
“Where?”
“Yuuei.” At Iida’s gasp of surprise, Bakugou slouched, mumbling, “‘m in the advanced classes with, like, these two fuckin’ rich preppies. And they’re only half day. The rest is independent studies. So Soy Sauce Head and Pikachu think I’m a drop-out. Idiots.”
Iida couldn’t help it. He let out a snort of laughter, and when Bakugou narrowed his eyes at him and told him to shut up, he just doubled over. “You wear a variation of our city’s standard school uniform! How could they not know?!”
Bakugou’s mask of anger broke a bit, and he chuckled. “They think I’m trying to look the delinquent part. Like it’s my style.”
“That is so silly!” Iida finally straightened again and when he finished his drink, he tossed it into the bin. “Well, if we are not going to fight, would you maybe like to go get something to eat?”
Bakugou stared at him as he seemed to consider what he was saying, then squinted. “Not too late for you, nerd?”
Oh, right. It was after midnight, wasn’t it? “I...was too nervous to eat. I suppose I lost track of the time.”
“Feh.” Bakugou stepped toward him and raised his knuckles. This time, Iida didn’t even flinch, and he grazed his chin with them softly; harder than a glance yet not anything like a punch. “Fine. C’mon. I know a place. But you’re buying.”
In perhaps the only semblance of manhandling during the whole fight, Bakugou hooked Iida’s suspenders with his fingers and dragged him away.   
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kimjoongs-main · 5 years
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soulmate au - mark
↳ requested by: no one
↳ type: bullet scenario
↳ warning(s): angst...just....angst...please proceed w caution
↳ a/n: @ mark stans,,,,,,,,,,pls don’t come for me after reading this thanks i’m looking at you nic
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you hated the soulmate system, you hated it for taking away your father, you hated the tattooed words on your wrist, you hated it all
you hated it so much that you even went to the length of covering up your tattoo whenever you went out in public, bc seeing the very last words your soulmate says before they die...it hurts to think about
especially considering the words your soulmate is going to say....it’s not exactly an easy thing to hear
and you’ve also heard of people who had blank wrists, meaning that they will never get to hear the last words their soulmate will say to them before they die...because they’ll die first
your father had a blank wrist, and the last thing he said to your mother before he passed was “i love you, take care of our child” ....and those were the exact words that were inked onto your mother’s smooth skin
you never told anyone what your tattoo said, not your mom, your other family members, and even your best friend mark
however, in your defense, mark never told you what his was either, so ig you could say you two were even
unlike you though, mark was really into the whole soulmate idea, he loved it!
the fact that there’s someone out there waiting for him and him only makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside
and you, despite your utter resentment towards the idea of soulmates, you didn’t wanna make mark feel bad so you just kept your mouth shut
and that actually worked pretty well.....until you reached senior year that is....
the thing is,,,mark’s had this huge fat crush on you ever since the sixth grade when you played w him all the time at recess
he’s always wanted to tell you how he felt but was too scared of ruining your friendship if things didn’t turn out the way he wanted
mark knew you hated committment, for reasons he didn’t know of, and when he asked you just shrugged and said “i just don’t like committment, simple as that”
so he knew if he confessed, he’d lose his best friend, so he’d rather keep his feelings to himself
but like i said....that method worked up until senior yr
ahh yes, your last year of high school has finally come, and w graduation only a few months away, it was safe to say you and mark were busy bees
you two would go out on study dates pretty much every single day, and since you two got distracted easily, you guys made an agreement to hold each other accountable; whoever went off topic and got distracted first was to buy the other person dinner afterwards
and for the past few times, mark’s had the unfortunate displeasure of losing and that night wasn’t any different :’)
this time, mark decided to buy you sushi and you two ate in the back of his pick-up truck
it was rlly late at night so the weather was super chilly and you kept shivering, so mark, being the absolute gentlemen he is, takes off his hoodie and gives it to you
you reject it at first but then he’s like it’s fine i’m not cold, just take it he was totally freezing but whatever thanks mark
so you put his hoodie on and when you do, you get a whiff of his cologne and your heart just,,,,does this weird thing,,,where it skips a beat and you’re like wtf heart calm down there buddy—
once you two are finished eating, you both decide to chill for a bit before going home, and that consists of you two playing so music and having a deep conversation
deep convos w mark weren’t unusual, you always found yourself (whenever you two were alone) talking about serious topics w mark bc he was so easy to talk to?? and he never judged you so you could say what you wanted
however,,,the topic mark touched on tonight,,,made you slightly uncomfortable,,,
“y/n...i know you refuse to tell me about your tattoo, but i’m just curious as to why?” and he looks at you w that look on his face and you’re just like shit what am i supposed to do??
so you decide to throw the question back at him “you never told me the reason why you’re hiding your tattoo either ya know?”
and he laughs bc yah you’re right,,,,and then he shifts so that he’s directly facing you, and you gulp at the serious look on his face
“how about this..if i tell you the reason why i won’t show my tattoo, will you tell me yours?”
you gape at him, jaw dropping and eyes widening
one part of you was telling you to say no, but the other part, the curious part of you, was urging you to say yes...and you were always a curious person so you succumbed to it
you nodded meekly at his proposal and mark smiled, clearing his throat before he shifted closer to you and locked eyes, your heart skipping a beat again
from this close proximity, you could easily admire the tiny details of mark’s face, especially under the light of the moon; his long lashes, his perfectly sculpted cheekbones, his sparkling doe eyes, you could see it all
“well...i guess i should just come right out with it...please don’t freak out okay?” he then lifts up the sleeve of his thin sweater, revealing his wrist......which was perfectly clean, no black-inked words in sight
you gasp and mark smiles sadly, covering up his wrist once more
almost immediately, you recall the meaning of a blank wrist and your vision blurs w tears
bc this boy, mark lee, despite knowing the fact that he’ll die before he got to hear his soulmate’s last words, he was still in love w the idea of soulmates and thought they were beautiful
“at first i was scared when i found out what a blank wrist meant, but then as i thought more about it, i realized that...maybe it’s better that way? i know it sounds crazy, but since i have the blank wrist, then that means my soulmate doesn’t, and that means they’ll be able to hear my last words to them.”
you listened carefully as he explained, but you couldn’t help but say “...you’ll never get to hear what your soulmate’s last words are to you tho..”
“yeah you’re right about that, but it’s better than them not knowing my last words to them”
and he smiles sadly once more and your heart aches; mark lee, the one who’s destined to leave this earth, is still thinking of the people he’s leaving behind
you sniffle, which makes mark chuckle and he carefully reaches out and tugs you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and rubbing your back
“hey don’t cry y/n, it’s okay. i promise you i won’t leave before you do”
and you start crying just a little bit harder, forgetting that it was now your turn to tell him about your tattoo
the days occuring after mark’s shocking revelation were surprisingly very normal
mark still kept his wrist hidden and so did you, and not once after that night did he ask you about your tattoo, which you were grateful for
and if you didn’t already hate the soulmate system, you absolutely detested it now
first your father and now your best friend? the universe rlly loves to fuck up people’s lives doesn’t it?
mark urges you not to treat him any differently bc that’s now what he wants but you can’t help it, knowing that any day your best friend could be taken from you any day now hurt so much
but mark, oh mark, as usual he put others feelings before his own and made it his goal to cheer you up whenever you were sad
he’d take you out for ice cream, or to the movies, or if you were in desperate need of cheering up, he’d even invite yukhei to tag along w you guys bc he never failed to bring a smile to your face
and you appreciated his efforts, you rlly did, but the idea that mark wasn’t gonna be around to do those things in the future absolutely broke your heart
you made sure to remind mark how much you lovee him, just in case, and he would just get this goofy grin on his and say “i know”
but one day,,,you were out with your mom and hadn’t seen mark once
while you were out at the mall, you received a phone call from mark and when you answered it, you could tell he was pouting
“y/n you didn’t tell me you loved me today i’m offended”, you start laughing and roll your eyes
“sorry sorry, i love you mark...there happy?”
you heard a muffled shuffling sound and giggled, mark probably nodded his head and realized you couldn’t actually see him “very, thank you”
there was a pause on the line before mark spoke again, however this time he spoke very quicky before hanging up, and you were barely able to catch his words”
“i love you too y/n”
then the line went dead and you stood there for a few minutes, confused
and that’s when you felt it
a sharp sting of heat spread all across your arm in instant, sending you into a state of shock
the pain was so excruciating that you fell onto your knees and let out a loud shriek
your mother immediately kneels down, panicked and afraid, and is about to ask you what’s wrong when she sees it
you’re clutching your wrist
her eyes then glance over at your phone beside you, mark’s contact name still displayed on the screen
connecting the dots, your mother’s heart drops as she gently reaches out and takes your arm, ignoring the scared look on your face, and pulls down the sleeve of your sweater
once your eyes focus on the five little words on your wrist, everything stops
the pain stops, your heart stops, time stops
bc there...written on your wrist in perfect, neat cursive, are the words i love you too, y/n
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themysterioust · 5 years
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so tonight i played a game called honey heist w/ some friends... here’s my notes
SOUP THE HONEY BADGER Rookie Hacker with a Bowler Hat (and human leg by the end) and a brooklyn accent
BEARON VAN SNOWBALL THE POLAR BEAR Incompetent Brains (Swim) with a top hat and monocle and cane
KUMARIO THE GRIZZLY Retired Muscle W/ a fez, Soup's dad, runs Bearly Sushi and is a plumber. also had fanny pack to carry things in, which helped a bunch
stole helicopter, it has an abba aI
Bearon shat on the floor to escape the guards
“your parents named you SOUP?” "my parents are vegans" -> Kumario IS MY DAD
SALMON GET -> SALMON 55 LB, BADGER 27 LB
HACKED LASER GRID, WENT APESHIT ON A STEEL DOOR AND GOT US THROUGH IT
A grizzly, a polar bear and a honey badger CRAWLED THROUGH THE VENTS
B BRANDO WAS BEHIND THE DOOR HE CALLED KUMARIO TO FIX PLUMBING, KUMARIO JUST SHOVED FISH IN THE PIPES
we threw me (soup) at b. brando. i ripped his legs off. wore leg as hat.
stole honey successfully using the helicopter we stole
Bearon and Kumario got married. Soup is their son, flower girl, ringbearer, maid of honor, best man, and officiator
the sushi store was revamped from bearly sushi to the bear ne-sushi-ties.
we have a mural of me ripping off mr brando’s legs on our house
Thanks for being the GM, @zzdigital! I had a bunch of fun ;w;
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ssho25 · 5 years
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The Best Christmas of All Time
Someone gave me an adorable prompt about decorating your SO’s hospital room for Christmas and so ofc I had to write that! (this will also be available on ao3, but idk if tumblr’s still being a dink and hiding posts w/ external links so I won’t be adding a link to this one, I just want to let you know that it’s there if you prefer reading on ao3!)
Normally, Kazuya didn’t really look forward to Christmas. Not because he didn’t like it, but rather he didn’t really have a reason to do so. But it never bothered him; baseball was more than enough.
But this year was different. This year, Kazuya was going to celebrate it with Sawamura. It was going to be their first Christmas together as a couple. Tonight, they were going to a Christmas Eve party with all their friends and then tomorrow, he would have Sawamura all to himself. All those romance manga Sawamura read said Christmas was kind of a big deal, so Kazuya wanted to get it right.
So, you can imagine Kazuya’s frustration when he found himself sitting in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV.
“Guess this means you’re not coming to the party,” Kuramochi said.
“Gee, you think?” Kazuya responded dryly, his face devoid of emotion.
“Now, now, Miyuki. You know that he didn’t mean any harm,” Takigawa chided.
“I know, I’m sorry Chris-senpai,” Kazuya replied apologetically.
“Hey! You’re supposed to apologize to me!” Kuramochi argued.
“Did you fly across the globe to visit even though I’m bedridden until tomorrow?” Kazuya retorted.
“No, but I was the one who drove you to the hospital. And I can always make your stay a little longer…” Kuramochi raised his fist as he slowly approached Kazuya’s bed.
Takigawa raised his arm to stop Kuramochi before any harm could be done. “I know you were excited to catch up with everyone, but accidents happen,” he said to Kazuya.
“Accident my ass. This idiot wasn’t taking care of himself properly and fainted,” Kuramochi interjected.
Takigawa raised an eyebrow. “Miyuki, is that true?”
“I…may have missed a meal or two…,” Kazuya replied.
“Missing one meal isn’t going to cause malnutrition or dehydration,” Kuramochi said. Kazuya glared daggers at Kuramochi; that little snitch.
Takigawa folded his arms, gazing sternly at Kazuya. “I thought of all people, you would know the importance of taking care of yourself,” he scolded.
“I know. I-I was just…really busy,” Kazuya explained.
“What? Practicing proposing to Sawamura?” Kuramochi asked.
Kazuya blushed. “What? No! I have assignments, and my job at the coffee shop, and—”
“Then he’s part of the reason why,” Kuramochi countered. “You had no problem balancing your life for the past year, but then suddenly out of nowhere, your whole life is thrown into disarray after you started hanging out with Sawamura more often?” Kazuya clicked his tongue; why was Kuramochi so incredibly observant?
Kuramochi and Takigawa looked at Kazuya expectantly. Kazuya tried to think of an excuse, but eventually sighed in defeat. “Sawamura and I…started going out. I was working extra shifts to save up for his Christmas present. Because of my extra shifts, I didn’t have time to cook properly.”
Kuramochi scoffed and folded his arms. “Took you long enough.”
Kazuya raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Everyone already knew you dating. We just didn’t think you’d take so long to tell us,” Kuramochi explained.
Kazuya blushed. Was it really that obvious to others?
“Congratulations, Miyuki,” Takigawa said.
Kazuya sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, Chris-senpai.”
“But you’re still stupid,” Kuramochi added. “Happy for you, but you’re stupid.”
“Thanks…,” Kazuya reluctantly replied.
“So how much does this gift cost that you needed to overwork yourself?” Kuramochi questioned.
A knock coming from the hospital room door interrupted their conversation. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” said the nurse at the door, “but I need to make my assessments on Miyuki-san’s condition.”
“That’s no problem. We were just on our way out,” Takigawa replied.
“But I wasn’t—” Kuramochi began, but one look from Takigawa and Kuramochi knew better than to argue.
Takigawa turned back to Kazuya. “We can talk anytime. Just focus on getting better, okay?”
“Yeah…thanks for stopping by,” Kazuya said.
“It’s no problem at all. We’ll let everyone know you can’t come,” Takigawa answered.
“Don’t do anything dumber than you’ve already done,” Kuramochi added.
“Appreciate the concern,” Kazuya said.
“Merry Christmas,” Takigawa and Kuramochi said together as they left the room.
“Merry Christmas,” Kazuya said as well, waving goodbye until they were out of sight.
“Alright, Miyuki-san. Are you ready?” the nurse asked.
“Sure,” Kazuya answered. “Not like I’m going anywhere any time soon.”
Kazuya only realized he fell asleep when he found himself waking up. He turned to look at his side and saw something brightly coloured, but everything was so fuzzy that he couldn’t make out what he was looking at.
He tried to sit up, but he moved too quickly and made himself dizzy.
“Whoa, careful now,” said someone in the room, probably another nurse. She rushed over to help Kazuya lay back down before pressing a button on the bed. It began to shift until the back was raised like a chair. “You’re not quite fully recovered, so you shouldn’t be moving around so quickly.”
Kazuya swiveled his head side-to-side. “Where are my…”
“Oh, your glasses?” the nurse finished. She picked up something from the counter beside his bed and handed it to him.
Kazuya graciously accepted the object and could feel the familiar rims of his glasses. He put them on, blinking a couple of times to adjust his eyes. Once everything cleared, he had to blink a few more times, just to make sure that he was seeing things correctly.
The brightly coloured blur he saw before was a bouquet of sunflowers set up beside his bed. Tinsel lined the bed rails and a small, decorated Christmas tree was sitting on a tray at the end of his bed. Paper snowflakes and ornaments dangled from the ceiling and on the wall opposite of his bed, there were 2 banners that read “Get Well Soon!” and “Merry Christmas!”
Kazuya didn’t know what to do and just stared in confusion. “Wh-what…”
“This was all Sawamura-san’s idea,” the nurse said.
Kazuya turned towards her, confusion still clear on his face. “Huh?”
“Sawamura-san heard that you were in the hospital for Christmas. He said that he didn’t want you to feel left out and asked if he could decorate your room.”
Kazuya’s eyes wandered around the room. “He did all this for me?”
“Well, he did have some help from the staff. No one expected him to be the clumsy type.”
Kazuya chuckled at the thought. He could see Sawamura fumbling with the decorations, maybe even giving himself a papercut or two. It was endearing and charming in its own way, and Kazuya didn’t hate the effort.
“Oh! I almost forgot,” the nurse said as she flipped through the papers on her clipboard. She removed an envelope and handed it to Kazuya. “Sawamura-san also dropped this off. It’s from your father.”
Kazuya took the envelope from the nurse, eyes wide in surprise. The envelope itself was quite basic: a simple red envelope that had his name on the front. Kazuya couldn’t imagine what could possibly be in it. His father wasn’t a cold man, he just wasn’t too good with sentimental things.
Kazuya pulled out a white card that was just as simple as the envelope. It had “Merry Christmas!” printed in gold, cursive font on the front. The inside only had 2 sentences written in pen: Get well soon. I have some sushi waiting for you. Kazuya’s eyes lingered over the words, a small smile on his face. It may not have seemed like much to someone else, but it meant the world to him.
An ever growth warmth spread from Kazuya’s chest. He had never felt so cherished before, but he kind of liked it. “Is Sawamura still here?” he asked hopefully.
“I’m so sorry, but Sawamura-san took off before you woke up,” was the nurse’s apologetic reply.
“Oh…,” Kazuya trailed off.
“B-but he really did want to wait for you! He said that he forgot something and left in a hurry,” the nurse quickly said. “I’m sure that he just got held up and would’ve come right back had visiting hours not finished for the day.”
“R-right.” Kazuya realized his disappointment must’ve been really obvious and felt a little embarrassed.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your surprise. It’s very late now, so you should think about getting some more rest. Merry Christmas, Miyuki-san,” was the last thing the nurse said before she turned the lights off and left the room.
Kazuya sat in silence, the gentle glow from the stars and moon the only source of light. He took another look around the room, looked down at the card again. He turned towards the clock in the room: 10 minutes until midnight. 10 minutes until Christmas day, and the only company he had was an IV bag pumping saline solution into his arm. He sighed and fell back against the hospital bed.
Kazuya turned towards the balcony, thinking maybe a change in scenery would help cheer him up. Just then, a shooting star flew through the night sky. He could almost hear Sawamura as if he were standing in the room. ‘You have to make a wish, Miyuki! That’s like…the law of shooting stars!’
Kazuya chuckled to himself. “It’d be nice if Sawamura was here,” he mumbled to no one in particular.
Kazuya decided to get settled for bed, when suddenly he heard a thud! coming from the balcony. He whipped his head around, his eyes frantically searching for the source. He didn’t see anything, but he did hear someone moaning in pain and footsteps that grew closer and closer.
Kazuya could hear his heart thumping inside of his chest. He didn’t dare pull his eyes away from the balcony, waiting for the perpetrator to expose himself. He knew he should’ve pressed the call button for the nurse, but what if it was someone dangerous? But then, what should he do in this situation?
Kazuya didn’t have time to think about it longer when the culprit knocked on the glass panel of the balcony door.
Kazuya squinted at the person in disbelief. “…Sawamura?” he slowly said.
Sawamura pointed to the lock. ‘Open the door,’ he mouthed.
Kazuya sat there, trying to make sense of everything. Was Sawamura really there? Should he actually go open the door? Another bout of knocking told him he should. Kazuya stood up from the hospital bed and made his way to the balcony, using the IV stand for support.
“Took you long enough. Man, is it ever cold outside!” Sawamura exclaimed once he was let in, placing his bag onto a chair. He cupped his hands over his mouth and began to breathe into them, trying to warm them up.
Kazuya shut the door behind him, still unable to process what was going on. “H-how…”
“I tried going through the front doors, and they said no! ‘Visiting hours are closed. Only family and hospital staff are allowed.’ Can you believe that?” Sawamura complained, ignoring Kazuya’s attempt to speak.
“Did you…”
“So, I had to pretend to leave. And then, you know what I did? Well, I remembered you had a balcony, so I climbed up the side of the hospital. But my foot got caught, so I fell when I tried to pull myself up. Still kind of hurts,” Sawamura continued as he rubbed his chest.
“Wait, just give me a minute here,” Kazuya said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sat back down on the bed, recollecting his thoughts. “You were denied entry into the hospital, so you decided to scale a building?”
“I needed to get in! And they weren’t giving me much of a choice,” Sawamura argued.
“And this has nothing to do with the star?” Kazuya asked.
“Huh? What star? What are you talking about?” Sawamura replied.
“…Never mind, forget it. It’s nothing,” Kazuya said, waving his hand in dismissal. Clearly, he was losing his mind for believing in wishing stars for even a second. “So, why exactly did you break into the hospital?”
“I didn’t break in,” Sawamura said defensively. “You let me in, remember?”
“But why are you here?” Kazuya reiterated. “Shouldn’t you be at the party right now? You know, the one you planned?”
“I told them to go on without me, ‘cause I had something important to do,” Sawamura replied.
“Like what?”
Sawamura spread out his arms and gestured to the room. “Like this. Did you really think I was going to let you spend tonight all alone?” Kazuya didn’t say anything, so Sawamura kept going. “This is our first Christmas together since we started dating. Just because you’re in the hospital, doesn’t mean we can’t spend it together.”
Sawamura approached the bed and took one of Kazuya’s hands into his own. “You feel okay?” Sawamura asked, his voice filled with concern.
A small smile grew on Kazuya’s face. “I’ve been better.”
“I told you to take it easy,” Sawamura chided. “And thanks for telling me by the way,” he added sarcastically.
“I didn’t want you to worry, and you would’ve found out anyway,” Kazuya explained. “I was just trying to save up for your present.”
“Can’t be that good if you got hurt in exchange.”
“Really? ‘Cause I actually have it here with me. But if you don’t want it, then I can just return it,” Kazuya teased.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I didn’t say that,” Sawamura said. “I mean, if you already have it, then it can’t be helped.”
“I thought we weren’t exchanging gifts until the day of,” Kazuya smirked.
Sawamura rolled his eyes. “It’s Christmas in literally 5 minutes. I think we’ll be fine.” He sat down on the bed, never letting go of Kazuya’s hand. He looked at Kazuya expectantly. “I’m ready.”
Kazuya chuckled at his boyfriend’s antics. He tipped his chin towards the end of the bed. “It’s in my bag.”
Sawamura swiveled around to see the bag before standing up and walking to the end of the bed. He took the bag off the bed post and brought it to Kazuya before sitting back down.
Kazuya sifted through his things until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a small, white box with the words ‘JAM HOME MADE’ written on the top. He took off the lid and revealed a small, blue velvet box inside.
“No way,” Sawamura whispered.
“What?” Kazuya asked.
“Nothing,” Sawamura replied too quickly. Kazuya was skeptical, but chose not to say anything.
Kazuya flipped the blue box around so that it was facing Sawamura before popping the lid open to reveal a ring. It was a small silver band that made a diamond shape in the centre. The diamond was decorated with small diamonds and ‘E. SAWAMURA’ was engraved into the inner part of the ring. Sawamura never took his eyes off it.
“You like it?” Kazuya asked.
Sawamura didn’t say anything and just nodded. He told hold of the box and kept staring at the ring.
“Will you put it on me?” Sawamura asked. He held out the box to Kazuya.
Kazuya took the box and pulled the ring out from the slot. Using his free hand, he picked up Sawamura’s right hand and carefully slid the ring onto Sawamura’s pointer finger.  
“Why the right hand?” Sawamura asked.
“Because you’re left-handed. It’ll be easier to hide it on your right hand than your left. And if people do notice it, at least it’s on a hand and finger no one would question,” Kazuya explained.
Sawamura nodded and looked down at the ring again, a soft smile on his face. Kazuya wished he could look at Sawamura smile like that forever.
“Are you ready for your gift?” Sawamura asked. Kazuya didn’t even reply before Sawamura left the bed again, this time to retrieve his own bag. He pulled out a white box and sat down on the bed. Kazuya could read the words ‘JAM HOME MADE’ across the front.
“You probably know,” Sawamura started, “But the ring you bought comes in a set of two. A ring and a necklace.” Sawamura opened the lid and took out a similar blue velvet box, this one being not as tall but much wider and longer. “You’re not really one for jewelry, so I thought getting something you could easily hide under your shirt would be better for you.” He flipped open the box and turned it to reveal Kazuya’s present.
Just as Sawamura had implied, it was the matching necklace that went with the ring Kazuya bought. It was styled like a key with a little diamond charm attached to the necklace chain as well. ‘K. MIYUKI’ was etched into the lower half of the key, but the important part was how the top of the key had a diamond hole cut out. As if to demonstrate, Sawamura took out the necklace and placed the diamond hole over top of the diamond on his ring, making a perfect fit.
“And now we match,” Sawamura finished. They both looked at each other, neither one saying a word. Suddenly, their laughter broke the silence, both struggling to keep their voices down.
“It’s like we’re in one of your shoujo manga,” Kazuya chuckled.
“We better tell someone to write our story,” Sawamura chimed in.
“Maybe they’ll make an anime about us,” Kazuya added.  
“Really though, what are the chances?” Sawamura asked once they settled down.
“Guess great minds think alike,” Kazuya answered, his trademark smirk on his face. He leaned in and tipped his head forward. Sawamura leaned in as well, clasping the necklace around Kazuya’s neck before pulling away.
Kazuya looked down at the necklace before turning to Sawamura and smiling. “It’s perfect,” Kazuya said.
Sawamura returned the smile. “I’m glad you like it.” He rested his head against Kazuya’s and reached for Kazuya’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
“It’s like we were made for each other,” Sawamura whispered.
Usually, Kazuya would’ve made fun of Sawamura for saying something so cheesy. But for some reason, he didn’t feel like it this time. Maybe it was Sawamura’s surprise, maybe Sawamura was rubbing off on him. Kazuya didn’t really know or care.
“Guess we are,” Kazuya whispered back before giving Sawamura a kiss, something he wanted to do from the moment Sawamura walked in.
And it was pretty much the best Christmas of all time.
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sysiphus · 5 years
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Today I had a good night
I went to my fave bar cause my friends weekly show was also his bday, I drank two gin n tonics which I hate but tried to love. I got the lineart and color done on a double commission, and hung w my friends in between. I walked to a coke bar and got another drink, paid for another commission and a couple bumps and walked back where diff friends were hanging. Met new ppl, and then we all walked to and trespassed an elementary school to climb this tall tower they have, which luckily had a ladder. We talked and looked at the view and listened to good tunes, and on the way down realized we never had to jump a fence at first. We had to jump from a kinda low roof and the gutter cut me on my hand and elbow. I’m glad to have the friends I do even tho we’re not that close, i love them nonetheless and had a great time on this lil adventure. I’m glad I got my dads van back home in time and walked my dog. The best thing was talking to my friend and feeling like everything’s fine without a constant background weight of worry about the state of affairs, and to feel good about everything. I hope I can get closer to these friends but I’m also fine without having that cause it’s a lot of work lol. Anyways I’m gonna smoke weed and eat sushi and try to sleep before the sun comes up. Thanks for the good time tonight, everything.
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leigh-kelly · 6 years
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Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot
A little New Year sequel to my Christmas fic Same Old Lang Syne:
It snows in New York on New Year’s Eve. Normally, with the weather like that, you’d lay on the couch all day and watch movies, but not this year. This year, Asha is moving out of the apartment you’ve shared for nearly the last decade of your life, and you’re not sure how to feel about it. It’s not the divorce you’re unsure of. Having seen Santana on Christmas Eve, you’re more certain than ever of the choice you made, but it’s a strange feeling, letting go of someone who’s been your partner and your wife for so long. She packs the rest of her things, belongings divided up, and you watch, because there’s nothing else you can do. She’s found a new place to live, and you’re going to carry on with your life where you were. You feel strange about the whole thing, you’re not sad, but you know that she is. You wish you could have been better for her, because she tried so hard to be good for you.
When the last of her boxes and the divided furniture is out of the apartment, things feel empty. You’ll have to buy new things to fill the space, but when you’ll do it, you’re not certain. You have a few weeks off before the next semester of school starts, and maybe you’ll wander around Crate and Barrel during that time. You’ll be alone in the store, you’ll be alone in your life, and it pangs you, deeper than you know how to express. This isn’t the way things should have worked out, your life shouldn’t have gone this way, but instead of your soon to be ex-wife, you find yourself thinking about the lover that could have been.
Unsure of what to do with yourself, you finally find the couch and your television movies. You flip past a marathon of The Twilight Zone, and you find It’s a Wonderful Life on AMC. You hate the movie with a passion, and you think George Bailey is kind of an idiot, but you watch it anyway. You think this is what loneliness really feels like, even though you’ve been lonely for fifteen years, and you find that you can’t get warm under the blankets on the couch. You’re forty years old, and you don’t know what to do with your life. Everything feels overwhelming, and you figure the best thing to do is worry about the upcoming semester. Work will give you something to do, work, like it always has, will fill the loneliness deep within your heart.
A little after five, the phone rings. It’s a number you don’t recognize, and you consider letting it go to voicemail. You think about how you should be calling your mother, telling her that you’re getting a divorce. You think about how you should probably call Asha, to see if she managed to get everything into her new apartment, since you promised to remain friends. But instead, you pick up for the unknown number. You’re lonely, and even if it’s a telemarketer, at least you’ll have a few minutes of distraction before you return to the despair of utter solitude.
“Hello?” You answer, and there’s a silence on the other end of the line. “Hello?”
“Uh, hey, Brittany.”
“Santana?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“What’s…um, what’s going on?”
“Nothing really. I just got to my dressing room at the New Year’s Rockin’ Eve party. I don’t even know why I’m calling you. I was going to give you a few months to sort out your life before I did, but…” She hesitates on the other end of the line, and you take a deep breath. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you.”
“Yeah…neither have I. My w—Asha just moved out today, so…I guess I’m getting to the point where I’m sorting out my life, even though it feels like a fucking disaster right now.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m watching It’s a Wonderful Life, so…”
“I thought you hated that movie?”
“You remember that?” You ask, surprised by the fact that she does.
“You kind of made a big deal about it every Christmas. You said it was the most depressing movie on the face of the planet, and you had no idea why people thought it was a good idea to watch it when they’re supposed to be happy.”
“It’s terrible. The whole thing is a goddamn disaster. I don’t even know why I’m watching it. Maybe I just feel like I’m supposed to suffer today.”
“Because of your…Asha?”
“Among other things.” You shake your head to yourself, and you lower the volume on the television. “It’s just been a rough day. But you don’t want to hear about it, you’re going to perform tonight for like, a zillion people.”
“I am. I shouldn’t have called you, I just couldn’t help myself.”
“I’m glad you did. I wasn’t sure if you would or not.”
“Neither was I.” She confesses. “But yet, here I am.”
“So, you’re performing tonight?”
“I am. Every year for the past thirteen years. It’s been…a dream.”
“I’ve seen you a few times. It was…weird with Ash. I usually tried to avoid seeing you, you know? It kind of put a damper on my New Year.”
“You could have been there with me, you know?”
“Santana…”
“I’m sorry, I’m still a little bitter okay? This was a dream that I wanted so much to share with you. And I have my dream, but I’m alone.”
“I’m alone too. I’ve been alone even when I wasn’t. It’s been heartbreaking knowing that I couldn’t be with you because of what I did. I never wanted anything but the best for you, I just didn’t think being with you was the best for me. I’ll regret that for the rest of my life.”
“New Year’s isn’t the time for regrets, is it?”
“Is it not?” You ask, genuinely curious.
“I don’t know. I guess I have regrets every year. I missed you, Brittany. Everything I did in my career, I thought of you.”
“Never a day went by when I didn’t think of you either. It’s really messed me up, seeing you. I spent Christmas Day a total wreck, trying to pretend everything was normal with Ash for my parents. I still haven’t told them.”
“Are you going to?”
“I have to. I just…my dad was such a wreck after you and I were over, and I hate to do that again. I brought someone into their lives, and now I’ve taken her out.”
“I never thought your dad liked me.”
“My dad loved you. I think he probably owns all of your albums. Asha said she was always trying to keep up with the past. But they loved her too. They knew she was really good for me. I just…couldn’t make it work. She was never you, and she was never going to be you.”
“It’s hard for me to believe that you held onto the memory of me all of these years.”
“Santana, you were always the one for me. I knew that…”
“See me tonight.” She says suddenly, and your face colors, though she can’t see.
“What? You’re performing.”
“See me after. Start the new year with me. Wherever you want. In my dressing room, on a park bench, I don’t care.”
“What about our place?”
“The Waverly Diner?”
“Yeah.” You say, amazed that she actually remembers it. “Have a cup of coffee with me. Say one-am?”
“You hate staying up late.”
“I’ve gotten used to it. I end up grading tests sometimes until two, three o’clock in the morning. I can make it up until you’re finished. I’ll take a nap before you go on, or something.”
“Are you going to watch?”
“This year, I will.”
“Okay, then I’ll have something to say for you. Just…listen, okay?”
“I’ll be listening, Santana. I’ll see you at one. I’ll save the booth.”
You hang up the phone with her, and you go into panic mode. This is the love of your life, the one you screwed things up with so long ago, and you’re seeing her tonight, mere hours after your whole life has changed. You don’t know what to wear, you don’t know how to be, and you turn off that stupid Christmas movie to dig through your closet. You throw everything aside, and you decide on jeans and a sweater. The snow is brutal, and there’s nothing else that makes sense. So you lay it out on the chair in your bedroom, and you busy yourself. You can’t sit around, you need to do something, or else you’re going to go insane. You’ve lived every day with regret, and yet, you can’t regret this. This has to go well. This has to be the new beginning for you. It’s Santana. You broke her heart. There’s no room for accidents.
The whole night, you’re in a state. When you finally settle down on the couch at eleven-pm, fully dressed, after eating takeout sushi in the kitchen, she’s on TV. You think of all the years you couldn’t bear to watch it. The years you’d be at parties with Asha, and she’d watch you leave the room whenever Santana came on. She’s a star, she’s been everywhere, in everything for fifteen years, but this is the first time you’re really taking it in. She sings, and you’re riveted. ‘Cause I’ve been by myself all night long, hoping you’re someone I used to know. You get it, when she said she had something to say for you, and the song makes you a little sick to your stomach. It was just like a movie. It was just like a song. When we were young.
You watch the ball drop alone, and after you ring in the new year, you search for a cab to take downtown. Everything is buzzing in the streets, and the snow still falls as you sit in the back seat of the cab. You feel like you’re moving toward the rest of your life, and moving backward to the life you gave up all at the same time. You’re seeing Santana, in the place you had so many breakfasts, so many lunches when you had class, so many late dinners after she’d get home from traveling. You haven’t been there in fifteen years, and when you walk in the door, you feel like not a day has past, especially when you take the same booth in the corner you always used to sit at.
She walks in only a few minutes later, her face hidden by a hat and sunglasses. It’s a strange thing for you, the idea that the girl you grew up with is so famous that she has to hide her identity, but a long time has passed. She’s someone now. She’s made it to the big time, and you suddenly wonder if you’ll wind up in the tabloids. You hope not, you really hope not. You still haven’t told your parents about your divorce, and you know if they see the two of you together, they’ll know. You think of Asha, how much it will hurt her to see how quickly you wound up back around Santana. But mostly, you think of how you don’t want to try again with her in front of the whole world. You want it to be how it used to, when you had privacy, and you could love her without eyes all over you.
“Hey.” She sits down across from you, and she takes off her hat and glasses. “Sorry I’m late.”
“It’s fine, I just got here, I know the snow and the crowds are bad out there.”
“I know, but I wanted to be on time. It was important to me.”
“We’ll try again next time.” You shrug.
“Next time?”
“I don’t know, is there going to be a next time?”
“I’d like that.” She sighs. “I’m just at a loss as to where we go from here.”
“How about we start with coffee?” You suggest, and she nods.
The waitress brings over coffee and menus, and you study Santana’s face across the table. You can’t help but wonder if she’s had work done, because her skin lacks the lines that have formed on yours. She looks good, she looks really good, and you feel a little self-conscious about your own appearance. You know your hair has the slightest hint of grey in it, and lines have formed around your mouth. You thought maybe it made you look more distinguished, particularly since you’re among the youngest on the faculty in your department, but right now, in comparison to Santana, it makes you feel old. She knew you when you were so young, and she wasn’t there to watch you age gracefully. In her mind, you think, you’re still twenty-five, just like she is in yours, and the whole thing makes you feel strange.
“The show was great tonight.” You finally say.
“You watched?”
“I did.”
“I wasn’t supposed to perform When We Were Young, but I convinced them at the last minute that it was an appropriate New Year song. I wrote it about five years ago, when I came across an article about you in the Times.”
“The Riemann Hypothesis.”
“You solved it. You’d been working on it for so long.”
“Since I graduated high school.” You nod. “I think they thought I’d solve it right away, but it took me more time than I’d hoped.”
“You solved a seemingly unsolvable problem, I don’t think it matters how long it took you.”
“It definitely mattered to my department. They were…really on me about it. If you remember, I don’t work well under that kind of pressure.”
“I know, that’s why you chose NYU over MIT.”
“Partially. I mean, you were here, so it was an easy choice.”
“Do you regret making that kind of choice for me?” She furrows her brow, and you finally notice lines on her face.
“I don’t regret any of the time we had together, I just wish there was more of it.”
“I don’t want to push you, but I’d like to make us have more time. I’m finished with my tour, I’m settling here for a while.”
“And what about your next one?”
“I can’t say there won’t be a next one, Britt. I don’t travel the way I used to, but my career involves some of it. I know that’s something that doesn’t sit right with you.”
“I’m older now, I’m settled.” You shake your head. “I understand that if something happens between us, you’re going to be gone for extended periods of time.”
“Do you want something to happen between us?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Even so soon after…”
“It was always you, Santana. Even when you weren’t in my life, it’s always been.”
“I’m concerned about you and the paparazzi. They don’t leave me alone, Brittany. It’s a miracle I made it here without being followed. I’m sure they’re waiting outside my house right now for me to come home. I don’t want to put you through that, especially not while you’re still going through a divorce.”
“It’s something I’m willing to do. I wasn’t, fifteen years ago, but I saw what life without you looked like. It’s like…some kind of fucked up version of It’s a Wonderful Life, or A Christmas Carol, except it didn’t all end in one night. It was my life for too long, thinking about what we could have had if I didn’t leave. I’m willing to make sacrifices if it means I get to be with you again. I don’t want to do another fifteen years where I don’t get to be intimately involved with you.”
“Intimately?”
“Intimately. I mean that in every sense of the word. If there are paparazzi at your place, then we’ll go back to mine. I’ve got nothing but an old doorman named Michael who doesn’t care what I do.”
“You want to go back to your place?”
“Yes…no…I don’t know. My mind is screaming that we should take this really slow, but my heart is just…I missed you, Santana. I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anyone or anything in the world. I don’t want to take it slow, because I want to make up for every minute we lost. I don’t know…”
“I get that. I’m just…so afraid for what’s going to happen. I can’t lose you again.”
“You’re not.” You promise. “I don’t have any plans to go anywhere.”
“Even if it gets hard?”
“Even if it gets hard.”
You sit in that diner and drink coffee until the sun begins to come up. You learn everything you possibly can about the years you were away from her, and you tell her everything about your life. She learns how you broke your arm twice, almost exactly a year apart, because you slipped on ice outside of your building. You learn that her father passed away, and she’s struggled every year since to make sense of the complicated relationship the two of them had. She learns that you’re still dancing, even though it’s hard to fit it into your schedule sometimes. You learn that she’s learned to finally speak fluent Spanish, because hers was so fragmented in the past. You want to know more, more, more, but when daylight comes, she’s afraid she’ll make a spectacle in the diner, and she calls her car to drop you home before she goes home herself.
“Do you want to come up?” You ask, when the car pulls up outside of the building.
“Do you really want me to? You’re not too tired?”
“I don’t want tonight to end. Stay with me, start this year in the way we should have started the last fifteen.”
“Okay.” She nods, and rolls down the partition to talk to her driver. “Robert, you can go on home now. I’ll call you later on, when I need to be picked up.”
“Alright, Miss. Just let me know.”
You get out of the car, and Santana follows you. As much as you’d like to hold her hand in the street, you don’t. If anyone is watching, it’ll be obvious enough what’s about to happen, as pop sensation Santana Lopez goes into the house with a strange woman on the early hours of New Year’s Day, but you don’t need to give any ammunition to the gossip rags that report on her. Instead, you walk a few feet ahead of her, and you hold the door backwards so she can come into the building. You let her into the elevator, and you become a bit self-conscious of her seeing the modest way you live, when she’s probably accustomed to grand opulence. But it’s Santana, so you can’t be bothered much by it as you unlock the door to your apartment, and you let her in, taking her coat.
“Sorry it’s so…empty in here. I have to go shopping this week. Or, like, go on Amazon or something. I don’t know, I haven’t bought furniture in a long time.”
“My place is pretty sparse too.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t really care enough to decorate it, since I’ve spent so much time in hotel rooms. It looks normal to me.”
“Okay.” You nod, glancing down quickly at your phone to see an early morning message from your mother before you toss it away. “Can I get you some coffee? A mimosa? I have champagne.”
“A mimosa would be good. I had no champagne last night, it effects my singing voice, and I try to stay away from it before any performance.”
“Really? I would have thought your lifestyle would be filled with drugs and alcohol and stuff…”
“My life is filled with kale smoothies, yoga, and a personal trainer. I’m pushing forty, and I’m starting to get that…belly thing.”
“Like this?” You pat your own, and she laughs.
“You’re lucky, there aren’t bikini pictures of you on the cover of every magazine the second you gain a little weight. I’d love to eat a giant greasy hamburger and a piece of cheesecake and not have anyone comment on it.”
“I can get you a burger and cheesecake if you want it. I’ve got a great connection called GrubHub.”
“Thanks.” She laughs, sliding out of her shoes. “I might take you up on that…but not at the crack of dawn. Just the mimosa is good for now, that’s enough of a cheat for one day.”
“I don’t think I could live like that…”
“You know I’ve always had a complicated relationship with food. I do miss breadsticks though.”
“One day I’ll buy you a wheelbarrow full of them. Just inhale them all, get a belly pouch, fuck everyone else.”
“Maybe someday…that’s the dream, I think.” She sighs, as you begin making mimosas in your kitchen, glad for the little bit of orange juice you have left.
“Happy New Year.” You hand her one, and you clink one of the two remaining wine glasses in the apartment with hers. They’re cheap ones, since you gave up the Waterford ones when you split your property with Asha, but it doesn’t matter, they do the job.
“What are we toasting to this time?” She asks.
“To new beginnings, maybe?” You suggest. “To not forgetting old acquaintance?”
“We were more than old acquaintances, that’s for sure.”
“It’s true. To the renewal of old love then.”
“So, we’re gonna do this, huh?” She asks you, and you nod emphatically.
“I’m ready to. I’ve been ready for years. Can I get you anything else?”
“No, this is good. Let’s just…sit down?”
“Yeah, totally. Couch is over here…” You point her in the direction, and she sits down, with you close beside her. “Is it cool if I kiss you?”
“I’ve been waiting for it.”
You lean into her, and you press your lips against hers. It feels like so much more than the kiss you shared in the car on Christmas, and you deepen it, putting both of your hands on the sides of her face, and slipping your tongue into her mouth. It’s everything you’ve waited for for fifteen years, it’s everything you’ve needed to feel whole again. When she slips her hands through your hair, you sigh contentedly, and you keep kissing her, until you feel like you can’t breathe any longer.
“Bedroom?” She whispers, and a shiver runs down your spine. You weren’t sure this would happen this morning, but apparently it is, and you just nod, standing up and taking her by the hand.
She lays you down on your bed, and you let her take the lead. It’s not your usual dynamic, but it feels right, and you raise your arms for her to take your shirt off. She hovers over you, and she kisses your neck, the tops of your breasts, your age-softened belly. She looks gorgeous with the early morning light streaming through the window, and you smile up at her, watching as she pulls her sequined top up over her head. She lays over you, and your bra covered breasts press together, making your heart swell with something you can’t quite express. Her body is different, and yet, against yours, it feels exactly the same.
“Gonna go down on you, okay?” She requests, and you feel as if you might explode.
All you can do is nod, and she undresses both you and herself, spreading your legs so she’s bared to you. You can tell by the tentative way she kisses down your body that it’s been awhile since she’s done this, but as if it’s muscle memory, she remembers exactly what it is that makes you tick. Her mouth circles your nipple, and you weave your fingers through her hair, pressing her closer to you. You want her to mark you, you want to be hers again, in every way there is to be. By the time she reaches your sex, you’re arching up into her mouth, and she doesn’t even bother to use her fingers to stroke you, her tongue does all the work, alternating pressure on your clit, before probing inside you. You know that you won’t last long, but you try your best, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t have to see how gorgeous she looks between your legs. She’s all you’ve wanted for a decade and a half, and you have her, right here in your bed.
“Come for me, Britt.” She husks, looking up at you with her chin damp, and her eyes dark. “C’mon.”
When she lowers her head back down, you do. Your body shakes with pleasure, and she doesn’t stop. It’s like she wants to drink it all in, and you let her. Your thighs lock over her ears, but her tongue keeps moving, in and out, in and out. She’s so good at this, and you forgot about it, having settled for something that didn’t feel right for so long. When she finally brings you down, you push her onto her back, and you dip your fingers between her legs. She’s so wet that it makes you moan, and you bring your fingers to your lips, tasting them, before you do it again, and make her taste herself as well. She loves that, you remember, and she groans deeply, her body shaking as she sees the effect you have on her.
“I’ve been waiting to do this since the last time we did.”
“Brittany…”
“I’m sorry…I just have.”
You pleasure her for as long as she can stand, and when she’s finished, you look up at her, black hair strewn across your white pillow cases. She looks absolutely stunning, and you can’t help but crawl up her body and kiss her lips. You taste yourself on them, you taste her on them, and for the first time in as long as you can remember, you feel this sense of contentment course through your body. She’s here, you’ve made love to her, and you never want to let her walk out the door. You know that you’ll both have to resume your normal lives, and you’ll have to figure out how you’ll even go about resuming a relationship after so many years apart, but right in the moment, you gather her into your arms, and you hold her close.
“I haven’t done that—” She whispers. “Since you.”
“Sex?” You ask, completely shocked by the revelation, but she shakes her head.
“Sex like that. It was…too much for me. Too intimate. I did it other ways, but not like that.”
“I love you.” You murmur, because you’re not sure what else there is to say.
“I love you too, and I can’t let you go again.”
“Please don’t. I feel so…content.”
“That’s the only word I could think of too.” She smiles softly. “It’s going to be hard.”
“I know, but I’m willing to do hard. I want this to work.”
“So do I, Britt. So do I.”
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I was tagged by @ziraeltheswallow! *hugs*
a - age: 30, goddamnit... (I hear it’s a good club to join?)
b - birthplace: USA, Florida
c - current time: 1:04AM
d - drink you last had: Water! (I was boring tonight)
e - easiest person / people to talk to: IRL: My best friend, and that’s pretty much it. I am a hard nut to crack unless you’ve known me since middle school, apparently. Online: Everyone! Non-verbal communication is my jive, though even then I sometimes don’t know what to say.
f - favorite song: Right now it’s Bloodstream by Transviolet: https://youtu.be/dkskJbT6Cas This song is my “Dettlaff channeling his sexiness” song. Don’t judge me.
g - grossest memory: Ok, I’m going to lie here and go with those dreams where your teeth fall out. They feel real enough to be a memory.
h - horror yes or horror no: Yes please! May I have another, sir?
i - in love?: I’m avoiding love right now. I’ve got good reasons.
j - jealous of people?: I try not to be, but it’s difficult. I don’t feel envy so much for physical stuff -- I have all the stuff I really need -- just things like wishing I had a “normal” family. In the very least emotionally available parents? That would be nice.
l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?:  Haha! Refer to the above.
m - middle name: Lynn; got it from my mom.
n - number of siblings: One brother, older by seven years. We don’t really talk much and never did.
o - one wish: Can I wish for a Regis and a Dettlaff for my birthday presents? I want one of each, please.
p - person you called last: My doctor. I made an appointment and it was horrible. I hate talking on the phone.
q - question you are always asked: “What should I do?” -- I am not saying I give good advice... my advice might actually suck, but people often feel like they can ask me for help with personal matters, and I like that I seem approachable. At least, sometimes I am. I try!
r - reason to smile: Here’s one! I wrote words today! As much as I get down about myself from time-to-time, I’m weirdly optimistic and I appreciate little things. I can be 100% happy with life just staring at a cloud if I find a suitable hill. (I live in Florida. Hills don’t exist)
s - song you sang last: No kidding; the theme from Star Trek: Next Generation. It was the episode with Data trying to train his cat not to jump up on the console. Last song with words: Be There by Seafret. (https://youtu.be/tgBDDjUge50)
t - time you woke up: 10am. It was the weekend. Fuck the alarm clock. Normally: 6am. I get ready fast.
u - underwear colour: Everything inside my pants in a mystery unless you're a lover or a doctor. :D
v - vacation destination: I would LOVE to go to Kyoto some day.
w - worst habit: Not valuing myself. I will walk through fire for a friend, but standing up for myself is hard.
x - x-rays: I think everything except my hands and head. I broke my toe once, and on the x-ray it was so bent it looked like I was trying to give the Vulcan salute with my foot!
y - your favorite food: All food. Food is good. Food is life. I love food from every culture, and I will try anything once. The more spice/flavor the better! Salmon/Conch Sushi, Beef Sukiyaki, Tom Yum Goong, Thai Red Curry, Aloo Gobi, and Ceviche are my favorites off the top of my head.
z - zodiac sign: Pisces
I’m tagging @asparrowsfall and @andordean, because I know you both have TONS of free time to procrastinate on memes! <3
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