#like im tired cause i had to watch the stupid fucking kids from the moment they woke up to the moment they wnet to fucking sleep

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#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #im so fucking frustrated!;!!!_;$+-_647757⁵7 #im mad and annoyed and angry and tired #and i cant even do anything about it its all fucking hopeless #like im tired cause i had to watch the stupid fucking kids from the moment they woke up to the moment they wnet to fucking sleep #LIKE IM NOT THEIR FUCKING PARENTS I DIDNT HAVE FUCKING KIDS I FONT WANT TO WATCH THEMM ALL FUCKING DAY #i watch them furing the day because i babysit and km fucking paid to do it but nope now i have to watch them all fucking fayt #and the only reason im not gonna today is cause i have to go to my second fficking job because my sister wont ficking pay me #and even if she did its basically no money #and i cant rven be frustrated im not allowed to yell and scream like i need to #because the alternatove of my screaming is beating the literal dhit out of myself THE OTHER OPTION IS LITERALLY SELF HARM #BUT NOPE SCREAMING AY NOTHING TO RELEIVE ANGER ISNT ALLOWD THATS WHAT FIVE YEAR OLDS DO AND THATS BAD OR WHATEVER #and i csnt fucking tell any of this to my mom cause it doesnt help me this only ever hurts me #oh im tired because i have eork well everyonr is fucking tired and mom works 18 hours so shut up #literally cant tell my mom cause i say im looking for a therapist and thats fucking hard and then shes just like it doesnt take six months #which FUXK OFF I HAVE BEEN DOING OTHER THINGS AS WELL AS FINDING A THERAPIST AND ITS NOT FUCKING EASY SO SHUT UP #MAYBE IM STRUGGLING TO FIND ONE AND I NEED HELP THINK OF THAT JNSTEAD OF JUST MAKING DIGS AT MY INABILITY TO DO THIS #MAYBE I SHOULD JUST GET FUCKJNG HOSPTALIZED FOR SOMETHING REALLY AWFUL AND BAD AND IT WOULD ALL BE BETTER #MAYBE IT WOULD BE FUCKING BETTER IF I FUXKING DIED OKAY #BUT NOPE IM THE VILLIAN IN THE HOUSE #MY BROTHER HATES ME FOR BEING TRANS AND THINKING THAT HUMAN DESERVE RIGHTS WHEN HES THE ONE THAT STARTS THESE ARGUEMENTS IN THE FIRST PLACE #MY SISTER HATED ME FOR HATING MY DAD BECAUSE HE WAS AWFUL AND FOR 'NOT HELPING AROUND THE HOUSE' #WHEN I LITERALLY CLEANED THE ENTIRE FRIDGE AND FREEZER ON SUNDAY AND I DO THE DISHES AND SHIT WHEN MY BROTHER DOES NOTHING #HE DOESNT EVEN PHT HIS FUCKING CANS IN THE RECYCLING OR HIS PLATES IN THE FUCKING SINK HE DOES NOTHING BUT IM THE PROBLEM #AND NY MOM FUCKIN HATES ME FOR BEING ME SHE SAYS IM DIFFICULT TO LIVE WITH AND HATES THAT I AM DISABLED AND AUTISTIC AND FAT AND TRANS #BUT I CANT SAY ANY OF THIS AND THERE IS NO SOLUTION TO ANY OF IT #I JUST WANT TO BE DONE WITH LIFE BUT IM SO FUCKING SCARED OF DEATH IRONICALLY #SO INSTEAD I JUST WISH FOR AWFUL THINGS TO HAPPEN TO ME MAYBE I CAN BE DONE WITH IT #soap spoilers

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Beginner’s Luck

Part Twelve of the Rough Day Series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.6K

Warnings: 👀👀👀 SMUT.  Oral sex (male receiving), cockwarming, sexual acts in public, the use of blasters and other canon-typical weaponry

A/N: Twas the night before Mando season 2, and all through the house—NO IM JUST KIDDING SDKSFKSVS anyways I am so sorry for not being here for basically all of last month but I could not miss this incredibly momentous occasion for anything. Merry season 2 my lovely baby yoditos

***

“Well,” a modulated voice gruffs expectantly from behind you, clearly tired of waiting.  “Turn around, let me see.”

“No.  I look ridiculous,” you sulk from the corner of the hull, refusing to do as he says.  You thought this was stupid from the very beginning and openly told him so, but you’re also a complete pushover for him with just enough backbone to be frustrated when you inevitably give in.  “And don’t you ‘sweet girl’ me, it’s not gonna work this time.”

“Sweet girl,” Din’s deep voice lulls through the helmet, raspy and soft.

Fucking fine, if he’s gonna twist your arm about it.  You spin around with a deep frown and a chrome visor stares back at you as you waddle forwards, and you don’t even need to look at the kid cradled in his forearm to know he’s smiling toothily as you clunk and rattle.  Once you’re standing directly in front of them both, you blow the stray hair out of your eyes and plant your hands on your hips, just waiting for the inevitable response.

Only, you don’t get practically any response at all from him.  He stays perfectly still and says absolutely nothing, and though the baby’s mouth falls open with happiness and he reaches for you, he doesn’t make a sound either.

“I told you,” you grumble after a few moments of pained silence.  “I look ridiculous.”

Still, nothing.  You purse your lips, shifting from side to side uncomfortably, and eventually your suspicion grows and festers until it finally bursts forth.  Oh for the love of Maker—

“I know you’re laughing under there,” you accuse with a growl.  He doesn’t move a single muscle but you don’t buy it, not for a single fucking second.

Then suddenly the helmet glances away from you and stares purposefully at the wall of the hull as the kid starts giggling, and you knew it.  You fucking knew he was laughing.

“You look great,” comes tightly through the modulator after a moment, and you pull your lip up into a snarl, vindicated in your findings but not happy about it.

“Is that how this is supposed to protect me?”  You wave your arms, hearing them squeak and clank like you’re a droid that hasn’t been maintenanced in centuries.  The rough metal jerks up and smacks your chin with the shoulder movement and you grimace.  “Make the bad guys laugh themselves to death?”

“It's bad,” Din finally turns back to you and admits with zero shame, and your cheeks burn at how stupid you must look right now.  “Way too big.”

“Too big?”  You blink at him.  “That’s your criticism?”

When he presented it to you, your first impression was some sort of brown paint—but no.  It’s fucking… rust.  It’s damaged and scraped up and it looks like it’s been through the ringer and back, and not in a way that gives it character.  There’s almost a literal hole in the fucking chestpiece and it’s dented so much that it actually creates more than enough space for your breasts, what the fuck happened—?

“You’re telling me you went from this—”  You ask pointedly, knocking your knuckles against the ill-fitting piece of metal and feeling it wobble against your chest, “—to that—” you tap the pristine, gleaming armor strapped to his body that easily costs more than probably quadruple your entire life, “—without any go-betweens?  It’s missing one of the shoulders, Din.”

He ignores you, flipping the chestpiece over your head with his free hand and letting the metallic clatter of it meeting the floor behind you ring out through the hull.  “I’d hoped at least something would fit,” comes his filtered sigh.  “This planet isn’t nice.”

That sobers you up a bit, and you feel your heart thump painfully.  “Are we on Corellia?”  You ask without thinking.

“No,” he tells you immediately, quelling your panic while pulling off your one singular pauldron.  “Tatooine.”

You’ve never heard of it, but from the grave undertone of his voice, you know the drill.  Different setting, same kind of people.  Smugglers, rogues, criminals—the type he’s used to being around and knows exactly what to expect out of them.  You always feel safe when he’s with you, but when he leaves?

“Oh,” you say, because you don’t really have anything else.  It’s quiet for a little bit, but then he continues on before you can come up with something to fill the sudden uncertainty on your end.

“I know someone here,” Din murmurs, bending his knees and sinking down to start undoing and pulling the shoddy thigh braces off your legs.  “Someone… nice.  It’ll be safe as long as nobody sees me leaving or coming back, and the kid would be happy to see her.”

Your eyebrows pull inwards, something… unfamiliar settling inside you.  Din doesn’t have friends, he’s made it clear that he doesn’t really like anyone that he knows well enough to introduce you to.  Even when he’s lowered himself in front of you and is technically undressing you, you feel a spark of… no, not jealousy, that’s crazy.  But for real, who is he talking about?

“Why can’t me and the baby just lay low somewhere remote like normal?”  You ask instead, but he shakes his head.

“No such thing,” he grunts, pulling off the other thigh brace.  “Tuskans or Jawas will find you even in the middle of the Dune Sea.”

“I like Jawas,” you blurt, having had many positive experiences trading with the little creatures on Arvala-7, but his helmet immediately tilts up to pin you in place and you shut up, feeling the tangible unamusement radiating from the thin blade of the visor even when the kid starts giggling again.  “I mean I… don’t like Jawas?”

Din sighs and rises back up to his full height, finally handing the baby over to you now that you’re not weighed down by that ridiculous getup anymore.  “You can either stay with her while I get the quarry or run the risk of pirates finding you drifting above the atmosphere,” he reasons bluntly, not mincing words.  “But it’s not a good idea to be stuck on the surface without protection, someone will find you.”

You bite your lip, hugging the kid closer to your chest for a second.  “Okay, that’s fine,” you murmur quietly after a moment.  “We can stay with your… friend.”  

You clear your throat and move to let him pass by to get to the cockpit, except Din doesn’t take a single step.  You blink up at him and after what feels like an eternity of no response, the helmet slowly tilts sideways at you and… oops.

Was that not subtle?  You didn’t know what to call her, genuinely, that’s why you hesitated.  You didn’t want to use the word acquaintance, it felt too detached for the fact that he said the kid would be happy to see her again.  That’s what’s called a friend, right?  

Maker, why are you being so weird about this?

Thankfully, you end up getting away with it.  After a few painful seconds of looking at every single thing in the hull besides him and humming a song you make up on the spot, Din slowly walks past and disappears up into the cockpit.  You take a deep breath and gently rub the baby’s ears between your fingers as the Crest powers up with a ferocious rumble beneath your feet.

***

It’s bright.  Fuck, it’s so bright here.  You hold the kid to your chest with one hand and shield your eyes with the other as the ramp slowly descends, dust immediately kicking up around it.  Din’s palm is resting against your lower back and his thumb gently brushes back and forth, but your heart decides to drop the very moment his hand does, and as soon as the ramp clanks against the landing platform, he’s striding down into the blazing hot desert sun without you.

Something in your chest squeezes and whispers to you that he probably doesn’t want to touch you when he’s about to see an old friend again, so you wait a few seconds of space before descending down the ramp behind him, not really knowing how you feel right now.  But you’ve barely taken a single step to follow when a woman’s voice screeches out from across a vast distance.  “Oh no, no no no—don’t you even think about it!”

Din slows to a halt at the end of the ramp and gives whoever it is a small nod, nothing beyond it, and if you weren’t purposefully looking at him for cues right now, you’d probably miss the greeting entirely.  You stand on your tippy-toes from behind his cape as a fiery little middle-aged lady in a mechanic’s jumpsuit marches up to him with an attitude that more than makes up for the height difference.

“You’re not allowed here anymore,” she pokes his chestplate brazenly with one hand and props the other on her hip, clearly not excited to see him.  “Not after the ruckus you caused last time, no sir, not on my watch.”

“That won’t happen again,” he gruffs shortly, not providing a single thing beyond it, and you blink.  What… what happened last time?

“It sure won’t!”  The strange woman agrees shrilly, crossing her arms and widening her eyes until she looks a bit like she’s been out in the suns too long.  “I’m still recovering, Mando!”

“I compensated you,” he reminds her, a quiet edge of frustration beginning to creep into his voice.

She suddenly narrows her expression at him, going from manic desert lady to sharp and discerning skeptic within a split second.  “How much do you think my life is worth?”

Din takes forever to respond, seeming to either be choosing his words very carefully or grinding his teeth under the beskar in frustration.  Probably both.  “I brought my ki—”

“You bring trouble!”  She bursts out, stomping her foot on the dusty landing platform and holding her ground.  “I don’t care how cute your little one is, go park your ship on some other poor soul’s hangar bay!”

He doesn’t say anything back, staying completely silent while you stand there awkwardly and wait for his response, and it’s almost like you… forgot.  How quiet Din can be, how unnervingly little he can choose to offer to conversations until he deems the information absolutely necessary to provide.  He allows you to forget that reserved nature of his.  He talks to you.  He never used to at the beginning, but somewhere along the way it just became increasingly common to hear his voice, both with a high-pass filter and blissfully without.  Now though, there’s just too long of a weirdly tense pause in the reunion for you to handle without doing something about it.

So you step out from behind him with the child in your arms, giving her an apologetic smile with as much friendliness as you can possibly put into an expression.

“Hello,” you greet her gently, musically, lifting the baby’s hand to give her a companionable three-fingered wave from the both of you while he coos.  “I promise I’m not trouble, but he did bring me along this time.”

Din and the woman simultaneously turn to look at you; her like you’re just as strange and jarring of a sight to see on this planet as the tiny unnamed boy in your arms and him like your voice by itself is enough to loosen his shoulders.  Though neither one of them ultimately respond to you, you can tell by the way his fists unclench that you’ve at least helped him relax, even if the frizzy-haired lazy otherwise ignores your introduction entirely.

“Now just what in Maker’s name are you doing with a poor little stowaway like that?”  She faces him and pokes his armor again.  “You runnin’ a charity out of that battered piece of junk you call a ship?”

“Three hundred credits to let them stay with you for a week,” he turns back to tell her, cutting directly to the chase.  Alright, so you don’t really understand their relationship at all at this point.  He said she was nice?  And yet he’s already bribing her that handsomely?

“Five hundred,” she immediately shoots back, and your heart sinks.  Fuck, there’s no way.  There’s no way he would spend that much, you’re going to have to find somewhere else to stay.

But… he doesn’t respond.  Which you now remember with a jolt of surprise, means confirmation.  Not wasting words agreeing, he’d say something back to her if he had an issue.  Maker, five hundred credits.  You’re starting to wonder if he’s really able to make any money at all doing this, or if the job is just… fitting for him, so he continues to do it.  He’s spending more and more credits on you every single time you turn around, and while you don’t feel great about it, you know Din well enough to know he’s stable and independent enough to make the decisions he wants to make.

So you just stand there and hold the baby to your chest, unsure of your place, while Din eventually turns around to face you.

Sometimes, if you’re being honest, you almost find yourself wanting to… do soft things with him that you know you shouldn’t while other people are around.  Granted, he’s never told you not to, but the last thing you want to do is undermine his reputation by unintentionally revealing his gentler side.  You want to give him a hug and maybe hand him the baby to say goodbye, but you don’t know if that’s how he wants to present himself to company right now.  Unfortunately, that ends up translating into you just looking at him and awkwardly waiting to see what he does.  Your feelings won’t be hurt if he just takes off without another word now that you know that that’s his intent—you promise, they weren’t hurt the first fifty or so times he’s done it.  You understand him, it’s alright, he doesn’t need to—

But then he leans in and lowers his voice until only you can hear it.

“I’ll be back soon,” he tells you, and you feel warmth creep into your chest.

You understand him.  Which is why you feel like you could almost burst with how much he didn’t have to say that but chose to do so anyway.  You already have a solid time frame—a week—which is more information than you usually get, and it’s such a small thing.  It’s insane; if you made a list, you’d have 1) talking to you, 2) knowing his first name, and 3) seeing a glimpse of his forehead as your top reasons why he might care just as much about you as you care for him.  That’s insane.

He takes a second to reach a glove out and rub the baby’s ear as he makes his adorable little baby noises up at him, before the helmet tilts back up just slightly to look at you.  

“Be safe,” he waits for you to whisper back.

And you think now is finally the time to go, right?  Except he waits just a few precious seconds more, just holding there, silently.  Maker, you don’t want to miss him, why is he doing this to you?  You’re trying to play it cool, see-you-later’s have been commonplace between you for nearing a full year now, so why does it feel like now is the first time he truly doesn’t want to go?

You hold the kid with one hand and start to reach for him the split second he turns to walk away, and you quickly drop it as the dry wind snaps through his cape.  He leaves and doesn’t look back.

Still, you watch him disappear, until eventually you’re reminded of your host’s presence with the tap of a wrench against your shoulder.

“Hope you know your way around a hyperdrive,” the woman says with a smirk.  Maker, Din didn’t even give you her name, you’re going to have to ask.  “Gotta repair at least two of ‘em by sundown.”

You catch the hefty tool with your free hand and turn to her.  “Pre-Imperial or post?  Never done a restoration, but I’m a quick learner.”

She blinks at you like that was probably the last thing she expected you to say, but you give her the same friendly smile from before and look towards the entrance of the hangar for the ships needing maintenance.

***

So Peli is… a character.

She’s quick and entertaining and whip-smart, but you worry that if she had a whip, she might actually use it.  She’s nice—she is, but she damn near works you to the bone once you prove yourself capable.  You don’t think she expected the extent of your practical knowledge of mechanics, she went into it assuming you were going to be useless and did a hard U-turn that very first night.  You both worked together to fix two malfunctioning hyperdrives by sundown, just like she told you she needed, but then she looked vaguely surprised and nobody showed to pick up until two days later.

The second day is more hectic, and the third day is worse.  You cradle the kid on your hip while you work one-handed, smudged grease all over your forehead and sweat sticking your hair to your neck.  Using Peli’s sonic shower never leaves you feeling clean no matter how many times a day you find yourself wanting to wash the dust and grime from your body, the same way yours used to back on Arvala-7, and you immediately get why her dark hair seems so frizzy and dry whenever you step out of the stall and catch sight of the similar rat’s nest on your head in the small mirror.  Hypersonic waves dry it out more than the blazing hot suns on this planet—you look the same exact way you’ve looked for decades and while you don’t mind hard work, you can’t stand the complete lack of water on this forsaken rock.

Din was right, though.  She is nice, but in a way that she never wants anybody else to find out about.  She cooks you food every night but expects you to clean the whole kitchen after, she lets you have free reign over the caf maker as long as you remember to make enough for her, and she allows you and the kid to pass out on the beat-up sofa in one of the secluded back rooms for the time being.  On more than one occasion, when she assigns you chores that require two hands and a steady focus to complete, you overhear her babytalk behind the control panel as she bounces the kid in one arm and plays with his ears.  It fills your chest with a quiet, subtle kind of warmth, and you understand why Din trusts her with him.

At least you stay busy—which, understatement.  She works you so hard that eventually she starts handing you tasks that don’t really seem… pressing.  Replacing the spherical joints on her three pit droids, hand-scrubbing the grime off the pots and pans she uses to cook the same two meals everyday, polishing the dusty windows overlooking the landing platform even though they’re caked over with dirt not even an hour later.  You realize soon enough that she doesn’t have nearly the workload here as she claims, periodically catching her playing cards with the droids while you’re busting your ass doing chores once all the real work has clearly been accomplished, but you’re not upset.  You like being busy, it’s how you’ve lived most of your life.  However, at some point, you actually end up running out of things to do.  After that, it’s like she has to actively look for tasks she still needs completed.

One morning you find her in the parked Crest, ripping open the guidance systems paneling and talking to herself.  You sip your caf and watch silently from the landing bay, hair pulled up in a messy bun and the baby on your hip as the suns rise on your shoulders and she mutters, whole sheets of metal being tossed out from the insides of the Razor Crest.

You've also learned she responds incredibly well to the prospect of credits, so you don’t spend too much time wondering what her goal is—find something in the ship for you to fix and then charge Mando extra for the materials whenever he comes back.

Hilarious though, as if there’s anything in your ship that actually needs fixing.

You spin around with a sigh and walk back into the hangar, knowing today will probably be the first slow day in awhile.

***

A few hours later, you’re invited to play a game of Sabacc for the first time in your life.

There are so many rules—so many suits and names to keep track of, so many values to memorize, only to be forced to choose one card after every round to keep just in case the rest of them happen to shuffle at random, which occurs at least once or twice every game.  There’s too much luck involved to figure out any sort of strategy; you feel like sometimes you’re hopelessly lost and end up winning anyways or you wager nearly your entire stack of bolts on a perfect hand and then you lose the entire thing regardless.

It’s an unpredictable nightmare.  But it’s something to do, and you’ve learned that playing just as stupidly as you bet allows you to easily stay in the game.  The baby sits in your lap and plays with one of your rusty metal gambling pieces while your leg bounces, and Peli grumbles under her breath once it appears you get ahead of her in winnings.

“Beginner’s luck,” she tells her favorite pit droid quietly, who focuses its singular eye at you in a way that somehow feels unfriendly and nods on a brand new swivel, courtesy of yours truly.

You don’t argue, because there’s no point.  The whole fucking thing is luck, but there’s no point.  You know enough about this game to know that you might give something away if you speak, so you keep your mouth shut and let her fill the void.  You know how to stay silent, you’ve learned from the best.  Wordlessly drawing a card from the deck and tucking it in between two others of the same value, you decide to trade one of your other cards at complete random and hope it all just works out.

“Ship looks like it’s brand spankin’ new on the inside,” Peli mutters into her mug out of nowhere, and you pause for a moment, before silently nodding at the offhanded comment and trying not to show how pleased you are by it.  “Was falling apart the last time I saw it.”

You keep bouncing the kid on your knee and fan out the cards in front of you, hoping his big black eyes aren’t reflective enough to reveal your hand.  “I have a lot of free time.”

“I can tell,” she acknowledges, crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair.  Peli sets the mug down and sighs.  “You’re a good mechanic.  I’d offer you a job here, but something tells me you wouldn’t even consider it.”

Now, you do smile.  But it’s a hidden one.  A fond one.  One you find impossible to fight when you’re reminded of him.  You miss him and ache for him and all those collectively angsty things, yes—but mostly you’re just… able to find a bone-deep solace in even thinking about him.  Your heart tightens, but it’s far less constricting than it is a comfort, a firm embrace.  It surrounds you in its safety; Din’s mere existence is your protection, wrapping around you the same way the beskar protects him.  Nothing can touch you.  You’re safe, from all the things you used to fear and all the new things you’ve learned to fear.

No, you’d never consider it.  This planet is too much like Arvala-7, just slightly more populated and dangerous.  You love the baby.  You love him.  You’d never consider it.

“Don’t you get bored?”  She asks you with a raised eyebrow, and your smile admittedly drops the slightest bit.  “Just waiting around for him to come back?”

You don’t have to think about your answer.  Of course you do.  If you’re being honest, it does feel a bit like your life is split between worlds—one with him, and one without.  Whenever he’s not here, you’re thinking about how much you want him to come back, and whenever he is here, you’re thinking about how much you don’t want him to go.  You’ve never experienced anything like that before.  There were a few local farmers scattered far across the arid landscape of the place you used to call home, and three of your neighbors all had kids around your age.  So you experimented when you were younger, since you never had much else to do in your spare time, but you never loved any of them.  You’d always go back home and continue to do chores, continue to look up at the sky and wonder what you were missing.

“Yes,” you admit quietly.

But what you don’t tell her is that in exchange, you get to see the galaxy.  You get to have experiences you’ve only dreamed about, take care of the cutest little baby you’ve ever seen and become part of a family.  You don’t know of anything you could want more.  Adventure, companionship, pleasure, and fulfillment.  Sure, you get restless, and sure, you don’t necessarily feel good about the fact that Din seems to be your driving force even when he’s away, but you know independence.  You know what it means to live for yourself.  You’ve done it long enough that you’ll never forget how to, you’ve experienced it more than enough to know you’re happy about throwing yourself off the cliff and falling into something different.  As much as it’s new and terrifying, it’s better.  Now you have other people to live for, too.  

You marvel at the change—not just from a year ago, but from a handful of months ago.  He used to terrify you.  You used to keep your mouth purposefully shut around him because you were scared of overstaying your welcome and being dropped off somewhere equally as remote as the place you grew up.  Never could you have imagined that the fiercest guardian the galaxy has ever seen would decide you’re also worth protecting.

No, you figure, you just need to… find something in addition.  Something else to also commit to, give yourself something to do.  You can practice the new self-defense maneuvers he taught you, that’s a good idea.  But maybe you can also…

You eventually decide to prompt Peli in a change in conversation.  “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“What do you want now?”  She takes another sip of her caf as if you’ve been bothering her about this all day long, and… well, it’s times like these that you wish you had a helmet, too, if only so you could roll your eyes.

“I’ve got a few pieces of rusted metal in the Crest,” you eventually tell her, careful with your phrasing and not sure how much you want to reveal.  “They’re in bad shape, but I want to keep them.  Could I use some of your tools here to hammer out some of the dents, dissolve whatever crud is on the surface?  I saw you have a forge back there that’s barely been used, just need the metal hot enough to be pliable without sacrificing its integrity.”

She furrows her eyebrows at you.  “But I still need your help with…”

You wait, but she’s got nothing and you both know it.  Still, you keep a pointed silence and wait for it, wondering if this’ll actually work.  This is what Din does, right?  Just refuse to say anything and make the other person crumble under the crushing quiet?  Miraculously, it proves to be successful—you watch her flounder for a response, her will wavering the longer you sit there and stare expectantly at her.

“Fine,” Peli finally acquiesces, and you grin.  “But only if you win this round.  What d’you got?”

You set down your cards to reveal your hand.  A perfect twenty-three if you’ve been counting right, unbeatable unless she or any of the droids managed to get the same, and you know it didn’t happen as soon as she takes a few seconds for mental math and then scoffs.

“Beginner’s luck,” you tell her kindly, pushing all your winnings back over to her side of the table with one hand and scooping the kid up with the other, before turning around and heading towards the Crest in search of Din’s old armor.

***

It’s late afternoon on day five and you’re on your back on a creeper seat, sweat dripping down your neck as you reach up to fiddle with the engine of a T-16, a Skyhopper similar to one you built yourself on Arvala-7.  They're not space-faring vehicles, they’re only capable of reaching the upper troposphere, but owning one allowed you to develop solid flight skills without ever truly being able to leave.  Honestly, you don’t think you’ve ever despised a ship more.

You know you’ve got engine grease all over and you feel like you’re boiling in your own sweat, but you’re almost done.  After this, you’ll be able to go back to working on your side project.

As soon as you’d been granted Peli’s direct permission to do so, you mixed the chemicals necessary to eat away at everything besides the basic structure underneath, and then spent all day yesterday manipulating the metal to better fit someone your size and shape.  You slaved over the wickedly hot forge and developed a whole new muscle in your arm from hammering and reheating, hammering and reheating.  You had to repair the way the chestpiece was tapered into a concave point by folding the thin metal back in on itself multiple times, strengthening it without flattening it back into its original shape too much, and then you ended up melting down some of the extra material from the needlessly large shoulder and thigh pieces to fill in the gaps.

Granted, you still have a ways to go on replacing the crushed magnetics box that was falling off the chestpiece and filing down the rough scrapes and sharp edges, but you’re now left with almost a full set of armor that’s a uniform dull silver in color and molds way better to your general figure than before.  You’re not a blacksmith or armorer by any stretch of the imagination, but you’re good with your hands and did what you could in the time allotted.  It looks better than you ever thought it would, and without access to Peli’s enormous collection of tools and machinery, you know it would’ve been better off in the trash.

Still, you have to finish this engine first before you can rip apart the control unit wiring on the armor to see how the whole set fits together and what else needs to be repaired.  You’ve been working on it for a few hours before you hear the door to the hangar open.  Yet, when you don’t immediately hear Peli’s voice calling out to you, or anyone else’s voice for that matter, your heart thuds in your chest with sudden excitement.

“You’re back early,” you tell the engine suspended over your head, knowing he must’ve already thrown the quarry into the Crest parked outside before coming to see you.  Right on time, footsteps approach and then a boot carefully catches the flat platform between your legs, slowly rolling your seat out from under the ship until the rest of the sunlit hangar is revealed to you.

You know you must look a hot mess right now.  Your hair is a disaster and there’s not a clean spot to be found on your body—sweat glistens and pools along every curve you have and you’re probably drenching the spare jumpsuit Peli let you borrow, but Maker, there he is.  Every time you see him is like the first time all over again, except this time the Mandalorian is looming like a giant over you, the helmet tilted down and silently taking you in.

Instead of settling you, his daunting presence gets you hotter than dual suns in the sky ever could.  Fuck, he hasn’t said a word to greet you, and yet you’re already wondering if you can entice him to shove you back under here and join you.

You slowly push yourself upright and he steps back just enough to allow it, but not an inch more than that.  You have to crane your neck up to keep looking at him, and he stands close enough over you that you wouldn’t have to reach far at all if you wanted to touch him.

And it’s crazy to think that… you absolutely could touch him, if you wanted.  He radiates danger, he hunts and tracks for his continued survival, he’s probably got fresh blood staining the dark fabric of his cape and he’s so fucking intimidating—and if you wanted to, you could touch him.  

Maybe you can partially blame your sore muscles as to why you immediately drop your head back down, but mostly you just want to stare at a part of his body that happens to align perfectly at eye level.  And fuck, nothing stops you from looking.  He doesn’t help you up, but he also doesn’t move so you can haul yourself to your feet, either.  He just holds perfectly still with his body standing tall over yours, content to stay exactly like this while your hand slowly reaches out to wrap around one of his ankles.

He’s so warm, his muscles flex strong under your palm as you let it drift upwards, biting your lip as you flick your gaze back up to the chrome visor and then down again to the apex of his thighs.  Your other hand comes up to scale the beskar strapped to his leg and you roll yourself forward slightly, wondering if he’d let you…

The black fabric stretching over his crotch just barely touches your fingertips before his hand is suddenly whipping out and grabbing hold of your wrist.

You gasp and jerk your head up to look at him, somehow equally hoping that you’re both in trouble and not in it at the same time.  Din’s abruptly chest raises with a large, labored inhale, as if he wasn’t breathing at all that entire time, as if he just now remembered the setting, the fact that he’s not alone on the Crest with you right now.  Peli and the kid have to be somewhere in the hangar, you know that, but…

“We’re leaving tonight,” he breathes out through the modulator, and you have absolutely no fucking problem with that at all.  “But… shit, but…”

“But…?”  You prompt, wanting nothing more than to let your hands reach back up to his pants again, but you settle for slowly dragging one palm up his forearm as his grip on your wrist tightens.

“Fuck, I wanted to take you somewhere first,” he groans like your feather-soft touch is actually hurting him, his hands suddenly dropping yours and pushing you away to clench into fists at his sides.  “Maker—why do you always f-fucking do this to me…”

You raise an eyebrow at him this time, the curiosity starting to mix with the heat simmering down low, the kind that you'd feel even on a frozen wasteland of a planet as long as you were with him.  All at once, you decide to channel him and his trademarked silence, enthralled by the incredibly slim chance that it will work equally as well on its creator.

“…Distract me,” he finally growls out an answer to the question you never asked him, sounding frustrated with you for reasons you still haven’t figured out, and your mouth is drier than the desert outside.  Oh stars, you feel… fucking powerful.  “From everything,” he goes on, talking honestly and openly, more words given to you in thirty seconds than he’s probably offered to anyone all week long.  “Fuck, I feel like I can barely do fucking anything anymore, I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Your heart slams in your chest, wondering if he possibly feels the exact same way about you as you feel about him.  Missing you whenever he’s gone, dreading the moment he needs to leave again whenever he’s with you.  The thought alone is enough to set off fireworks through your veins, pumping hope and excitement from your fingers to your toes.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, biting your lip in a way that doesn’t look or feel sorry at all.

“No, you’re not,” Din grunts, before reaching out and hauling you to your feet, and even if there wasn’t a flat seat under you with wheels, it’d still be awkward and uncoordinated as fuck.  “Shit.  I… I need to clean up.  Grab your things, go tell…”

Din trails off after a second, suddenly sounding at a complete loss.  You catch your footing and stare at him as he falters.  “Uh.  Go tell…”  He gestures with a sense of finality to the control room, as if he’s actually successfully communicating with you by doing so.  “Her.  That we’re leaving tonight.”

“What?”  You ask him, thoroughly fucking confused.  “What are you saying right now?”

“The woman,” he clarifies, clearing his throat.  “The mechanic, with the… droids.  Tell her I’ll pay her before we leave, but we’re g—”

“Peli?”  You blurt, completely flabbergasted at this point.  “Did you forget her name, Mando?”

“I…” he shakes his head slightly at you, like you should already know him better than that.  “Never asked.”

“But you—?”  You blink at him.  “But you said she was your friend?”

“You said she was my friend,” he immediately points out, with—oh Maker, just biting accuracy.  It wasn’t necessarily a jab or anything, but you still feel dizzy with how fucking spot on he is about it.  Yikes, you absolutely did say that.  You forgot.

“Oh…” you mumble, at a stunning loss for a response.  “Ha.  Oh.  Yeah, huh.”

There’s too many beats of awkward silence after that, probably because he’s just so blown away by your way with words that he’s just attempting to analyze the wisdom.  Stars, you’re making a complete fool of yourself in front of him, aren’t you?

“Were you jealous?”  He suddenly asks, and you jerk upright, your heart kicking up to a gallop in your chest at the question.

“I’ll go tell Peli we’re leaving soon,” you quickly agree and go to scurry away in abrupt panic, but he catches your wrist and hauls you back before you can get far.  You run into him with a gasp and immediately start to repeat your explanation for why you very suddenly need to depart, but the tips of Din’s fingers catch your chin and force you to look up at him.

“Hey,” he cuts your rambling short with a hushed murmur and the pad of his thumb brushes down your jaw.  “Tell me the truth.”

You don’t have an answer that won’t be incriminating, and you don’t think you can get the delivery right on a lie, not to him and especially not when he’s got you so cornered.  So you just keep completely silent and look up at him like a scolded child would.  Innocent, wide-eyed and scared shitless about the unknown consequences of your actions.

His helmet slowly tilts as he studies you, watching you look up at him for help.  His fingers gradually spread out across your jaw, flattening under the curve of your throat but so gentle, so careful that you’re almost worried he actually is mad.

“I’m sorry,” you immediately offer before he can say anything, your eyebrows pulling up in the middle.  “I’m so sorry, it’s just—I just…”

His thumb carefully stretches up to brush your bottom lip, and you…  Mind blank, no thoughts.  Stars, you’ve got fucking nothing.

“I’ve got nothing,” you admit, giving up before you can even try.  “There’s no reason.  I was jealous.  It’s stupid and I wasn’t going to say anything because I know it’s stupid, and I shouldn’t feel possessive over you but I do, and it’s stupid.  I don’t want anyone else to know you the way I know you, and I’m really sorry if that makes you feel weird, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t have—”

Your chin lifts slightly with the gentlest movement of his hand and the subtle pressure is enough to cut your mindless oversharing off.  Din’s voice lowers until it’s throaty and quiet.

“See that wall?”  He asks, keeping the visor pinned to you while carefully turning his hand to the right, and your whole head easily follows the movement as he guides it.  You have to blink your eyes into focus a few times, but then you immediately see what he’s talking about.  It’s a partition separating the welding room from the rest of the hangar.  He waits until you nod in the cradle of his palm, before leaning in and murmuring to you.  “If we were alone, I’d take you around behind it and show you exactly how that makes me feel.”

You pull back from him with a startled gasp just as a voice calls out from the entrance of the hangar.  “Well, look who finally decided to come back!”

Din slowly drops his arms and stares at you for just long enough to make you seriously worry that he’s going to say fuck it all and do it anyways, before finally turning around and greeting Peli with another silent nod.

She plants one hand on her hip once she’s standing right in front of him, cradling the kid on with her other arm, and you have to take a second to collect yourself now that you’re not at the direct center of his attention anymore.  “Sure did take you long enough, didn’t it?”

“I’m two days early,” he grunts in his immediate defense, but it’s like she doesn’t hear him.

“You’re leaving soon I hope,” she drawls while handing the baby over to him, who makes an adorable little happy squeak at seeing his dad again.  “You owe me five hundred credits.”

“It was five hundred for the full week,” he reminds her, and… he has a point.  Though it was never part of the agreement, you wonder if she’ll be willing to accept less compensation for having the burden of your company be lifted early.

“Five days count as a full week, far as I’m concerned,” she shoots back, and your heart suddenly sinks when Din’s shoulders tighten and he doesn’t respond.

“Peli…” you sigh from behind him before you even realize you’ve spoken aloud.

Your host quickly sidesteps your bodyguard to eye you dubiously, and at the same time, you also jolt and wonder what your goal is here exactly.  You’re ultimately just attempting to diffuse any tension sparking between them, you figure, knowing you’re probably the best mediator here.  She looks at you up and down for a long time, hard and judging, before the baby babbles something wordlessly and she sighs.

“I suppose we can just call it even,” she finally huffs, turning back to him.  “You’re lucky your girlfriend earned her keep, Mando.”

And then your jaw drops.  Holy shit, is she serious?  You assumed Peli valued credits above almost anything else, you never expected her to just… turn down the entire offer like that, so willingly.  Clearly Din didn’t either, because you both just stand there for a moment in front of her in a baffled silence.

Also… girlfriend?

Is that what you are to him?  Admittedly you haven’t talked to him about what to call your relationship, but then again, you’re a practical person and you never really saw a specific need to do so.  You care about him, he cares about you—what else is important?  You don’t need a title to recognize your value to him, and for some odd reason, calling yourself his “girlfriend” just feels like you’re a teenager again.  If you were actually looking for a different word to use instead, you wouldn’t be able to find it, but you know that one just feels… not enough.  Not old enough, not encompassing enough, not complex enough.  It’s an elementary school version of what this is.  And to refer to someone like Din as your boyfriend?  Maker, just saying it aloud would probably make his eye twitch.

“Uh.”  He stands there awkwardly, and you’re so blown away by both the sentiment and specific verbiage she used that you’re practically useless at this point.  Shit, what’s beyond girlfriend, you wonder?  Lover?  No, not good enough.  Partner?  No.  No, not wife, definitely fucking not—  “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Peli waves him away and spins around to leave, but not before throwing one final thing over her shoulder.  “That ain’t an open invitation to come back, by the way.”

All of a sudden, you just can’t stop yourself from breaking out into a wide grin, tucking your chin in hopes that she won’t see it with her back turned and decide to pounce on the display of weakness.  The three of you watch her stride out of the room and immediately bark an order at one of her droids to get back to work, who starts looking around in desperate search of something to do, and Din’s palm finds its usual place on your lower back as she disappears.

“What a nice lady,” you offer to him, and he gives you a wordless grumble in response.

***

So it’s a couple hours later and you think the kid might actually have the right idea this time.

You find yourself wishing you had a little hover pod of your own that followed Din around, one you could close the lid on and hide in while blaster fire whistles through the air around you like the baby is currently doing.  You’re trying to listen to instructions—you’re trying, but there’s a lot going on here.  Voices chatting, guns firing, targets being pinged, a lively little band playing in the cantina next door.  

When Din first led you through Mos Eisley and inside this specific adobe hut, if you’re being completely honest, you had hoped for food.  A comparatively large restaurant, perhaps?  Peli didn’t starve you by any stretch of the imagination, but her dinners were the exact same every single night, and you’ve learned to thrive on new things.  While you didn’t necessarily think he was going to take you on a… a date, or anything, you certainly didn’t expect him to take you to a shooting range.

Well.  Now that you think about it, this might actually be a date.

Luckily you’re hidden away in the furthest firing partition from the door, but even without the near-constant barrage of gunfire to your left, the distractions are still plentiful.  The kid actually reached down and pressed the button to close his crib himself as soon as the bright beams of plasma started zooming past and reflecting in his large black eyes, and oh how you wish that were you.  You don’t necessarily feel like you’re in danger or anything, but you’ve also never seen so many guns in one place before and you’re worried you’re accidentally going to hurt someone else.

So far Din has taught you the fundamentals for any firearm—always keep the safety on until you’re ready to fire, never point at anything unless you’re a hundred percent willing to shoot it, yada yada yada—and also the safety fundamentals for blasters specifically.  So, making sure there’s no leaks in the gas cylinder when you first load it, never letting a strong magnet get near the power pack, checking the surface of your target for deflection curves if you want to prevent a ricochet, or maybe in his case, inspire one.  He’s taught you your stance, he’s taught you how to read your sights, now all that’s left is just to… shoot.

Your arms raise up in front of you and the metal feels too heavy and awkward in your hands, and you have to hold the handle in your left and creep your right index finger all the up the side of the barrel until you feel the indented safety switch.  It clicks and you reset your grip to slowly ease your finger onto the trigger, staring down the sight, right at the bullseye.  Din is standing directly behind you next to the kid’s tightly closed hovering pod, arms crossed and just waiting for you to pull it.

Come on beginner’s luck, come on beginner’s luck—

You fire, and… well.  You don’t think you’ve ever seen a shot miss its target that spectacularly in your entire life.  You’re almost surprised the beam of plasma didn’t somehow ricochet back into the booth you’re both standing in, that’s how spectacularly you missed.

“Try again.”

There’s no amusement in his voice, nothing mocking about it.  Pure monotone under the helmet, as if he was just naturally expecting that to happen.  

No, you think in frustration.  You want to surprise him again, impress him with how quickly you can pick things up, turn him on like last time.  You just fucking know that would get to him—seeing you easily hit the target dead center with his own blaster, you know that would get to him.

You adjust your aim and fire a few more times.  Miss, miss, wild miss, miss.  Fuck, so many distractions, plasma flying in the corner of your vision and an increasingly heavy gaze from behind you.  Another miss, a miss, yeesh that’s a miss—

Alright, so you're just embarrassing yourself at this point.

“I think it’s broken,” you shrug in defeat, taking a second to find the safety switch and toggle it before going to set the gun down on the raised adobe platform separating the line of booths from the targets—but then Din suddenly snatches the blaster from your grip and extends his arm over your shoulder, firing off six rounds in rapid succession so wickedly fast that you jump backwards into his rock solid chest in surprise.  He doesn’t give an inch under the collision and even wraps his forearm tight around your tummy as he hits the bullseye with such deadly accurate precision that even the char marks and the line of smoke left wafting from the target’s center are razor-thin.

“Works just fine,” he grunts, setting the weapon back down again before urging you forward a bit.  “Go ahead, give it another shot.”

But you’re on a remarkable delay, just trying to process his sheer speed, how fluid and seamless the entire fucking motion was.  Fucking Maker, blink and you’d miss the whole thing.  He waited to grab the gun from you until you turned the safety on, but then… then how did he fire it so insanely fucking fast?  That’s like five different things he had to do with one single hand within a split second…?

“I turned the safety on,” you blink down at the blaster, clearly just trying to process.

“Yeah,” he agrees blankly, as if he’s unsure as to what specifically you’re so stuck on right now.

“So how did you toggle so fas—?”

He picks it from the shelf gracefully and lightning quick—as if he just can’t help but go that speed around his weapon—and then he twists it on its side, flexing his wrist back until the barrel is pointed upwards and you can clearly see his index finger extend all the way up to the safety switch, flipping it up and down while his middle finger rests over the trigger guard.

“How in the f…?”  You mutter, lifting your hand up next to his and positioning your fingers in the exact same L shape, only the tip of your index finger barely stretches an inch shy of the switch.  “Psh,” you huff, dropping your arm back down again.  “Design flaw.”

“For you,” he acknowledges, using the trigger guard to flip it back to its proper position in his hand like fucking spinning it like that is just the easiest and most natural way to handle the deadly weapon.  “This gun was made for me, it’s a feature.  Yours would be smaller and lighter, have the safety towards the back of the chamber instead of along the barrel.”

The words and the casual display of ability cause a rush of stirring excitement to burst forth inside you, suddenly giddy at the very thought.

“Wait,” you draw the word out with a grin, leaning back into him and gently nudging him with your elbow to make sure he knows you’re only mostly joking.  “You gonna buy me a blaster, Mando?  I did earn my keep this week, didn’t I?”

“Have to find one that fits a big enough sight first,” he mutters while setting the gun down on the table, and you scoff at him as his hands come to rest on your hips.  They squeeze and try to guide you forwards once again.  “Prove that you can at least hit the target with mine and we’ll see.”

“You only get to make fun of me if you give me a real answer,” you rule, planting your feet and refusing to budge.

“Okay, but we both know I’ll make fun of you anyways,” he sighs, and you have to dig your heels in and push back into him to keep yourself rooted to the spot.

“You’re not being a very encouraging teacher,” you accuse without trying to hide your grin.  “In fact I feel very discouraged right now and I think that y—”

But then Din suddenly tips his helmet closer to your ear and lowers his voice, cutting you off.  “Did you know that gifting someone a weapon is considered a proposal of marriage on Mandalore?”

Your smile quickly drops and you gasp, wholly startled at the implication and immediately trying to spin around to look at him.  “Holy shit, are you serious?”

“No,” comes his modulated grunt, tightening his hold and keeping you firmly facing forwards.  “Of course not.  Pick up the gun.”

Okay.

Okay, so that one gets you.

You immediately start giggling, painfully aware that this isn’t the time or place for it, but that one actually fucking got you.  Din easily guides and parks your gullible ass in front of the window carved out of dried mud before picking up the blaster himself and forcing you to hold it with your loose hands, grumbling under his breath.

Shit, okay, focus.  Focus, you can do this.  You clear the laughter from your throat and suddenly get deadly serious, staring your target down like it’s personally gone out of its way to ruin your entire life.  The blaster feels cold in your palms but not when Din’s hands wrap warm and tight around the back of yours, letting you hold the gun how it’s most comfortable for you before gently settling his fingers down over yours.  His chestpiece presses tight against your shoulder blades when he guides the gun up and out, and his arms are long enough to extend yours fully even though he’s behind you and still has some bend to his elbows.  He uses his feet to kick your ankles apart until they’re shoulder-width and then you both carefully find the trigger together.

He’s quiet and slow about it and the whole thing is one giant fucking turn-on.  Maker, chill out.  Chill out, he’s teaching you how to shoot.  This is important stuff, there are people around, chill out…

Din takes a moment to aim the barrel and his hold is so fucking steady, so unwavering and strong.  You wonder if it’d be too obvious if you pushed your hips back a little, you might be able to feel his—

“Fire,” Din murmurs next to your ear, and you pull the trigger without a second thought.

The bright red plasma beam launches from the end of the blaster and hits the target dead center.  You gasp, pulling the trigger again, and unsurprisingly, it’s another perfect shot.

He suddenly lets go of your arms and takes a small step back, but the second he removes his body from yours, the rounds start bouncing wildly off the edges of the target.  Your eyebrows furrow and you try to emulate how you think the angle felt before, but you can’t find it anymore and you’re just failing spectacularly.

When you decide to pause for a second, Din steps up close behind you and wraps his arms around you once more.  You can feel the exact moment he’s locked in his aim, and you fire wordlessly as soon as you know it’s going to hit.  Bullseye, right on the nose.

This time, he lifts just his hands away from yours, staying perfectly still otherwise and you swear you don’t move a single fucking muscle in your entire body before pulling the trigger, but it still hits the far corner of the target.

“It’s broken,” you shrug once again, and Din drops his helmet to your shoulder with a sigh.  “This gun was made for you, which means there’s obviously some mod you have installed that reads biometrics and ruins the shot no matter how good it—”

“Not even close, but that’s not a bad idea,” he tells you, watching you click the safety on and set the uncooperative blaster down.  “I can’t figure out what you’re doing wrong.   Are you just distracted?”

Uh, fuck yeah you are.  So much is going on and more than that, he’s here and he’s just… fuck, you know what he meant when he said he felt like he was losing his mind.  He’s your biggest distraction, all the time.  He’s still standing so close to you and the baby is still isolated and tucked away in his hovering sphere, and you take a moment to think about it.  

Yes, it’s… it’s possible that you may learn better by example than anything else.

“Can I watch you do it?”  You ask him, and Din shrugs before reaching around you and quickly grabbing the blaster from its mud shelf.  “Wait—” you tell him while he raises and extends his arm over your shoulder, and then you wiggle sideways as much as possible in the small booth to squeeze around behind him.  He doesn’t say anything as you swap places with him and scoot up behind him, but you can tell by his body language that he’s confused.  You wonder if he liked that position and watching you shoot his gun, even if you’re complete shit at it.

He stands in front of you for a second and you give him an encouraging, “Okay,” to let him know you’re ready, but then the helmet turns back to look at the target like he’s still unsure as to what you want specifically.  You keep your mouth shut and let him figure it out.  You meant what you said—you want to watch him shoot.  You want to watch him where he’s infamous, watch him do what he’s best at and let completely loose in front of you.

As if it finally clicks for him, Din turns to face the target and suddenly throws the blaster into his left hand while reaching down and pushing a button hidden under the hollow platform with his right.  You have to lean around his broad shoulders to watch the target slide backwards on its track easily triple the distance before squeaking and slamming to a stop.  Din stretches his non-dominant hand out and subtly tilts his helmet before firing six times, easily hitting the bullseye with just as much accuracy as before, and you frown when you notice the only shots that have actually hit the target so far have all been dead center.

He sets the gun down and stands there for a second, staring across the range like it’s nothing at all to him and it’s… remarkable.  Not that he’s a wicked shot, you’ve known that the second you laid eyes on his armor all those months ago.  No, it’s just… you would think this is where he’d thrive, if anywhere.  The entire place is full of smugglers, raiders, scavengers, mercenaries—occupations that define themselves by their grit.  They’re talking as much as they’re shooting, conversing in languages you’ve never heard but suspect Din easily understands.  But instead of fitting in, he’s just… there.  He doesn’t look comfortable, but he also doesn’t look uncomfortable, either.  He doesn’t look like he’s having any fun at all.

None of this is considered a hobby to him, you suddenly realize.  It’s not fun because he’s too good at it.  This is life.  This is going back to school for the most basic fundamentals of a job he’s excelled at for decades—it’s not interesting, he’s gaining absolutely nothing from practicing.

You try to think of the last time you’ve seen him truly in his element.  You think back on all the different settings—he looked out of place on Canto Bight, got into fights on Corellia, hated Coruscant, seemed stressed on Nevarro, and even on Naboo, even in the middle of paradise, he looked unsure if he actually deserved to be there with you.  Now here on Tatooine, where he has real people that he trusts, where he’s surrounded by like-minded individuals shooting his favorite things in the world, it’s like he’s still not able to fully let go.

Is it just you, you wonder?  Does he stand out more just because you’re the one looking?

No, you think.  No.  You have seen him relax.  You’ve seen him laugh before, you’ve seen him be himself with you.  

But… only with you.  A hardened bounty hunter that much prefers the company of a young woman and an infant to literally anyone else in the galaxy.

Fuck.  Why does that turn you on so fucking much?  It’s the display of prowess, the sheer skill he’s developed, how fucking deadly he is—and how you’ve felt him use that trigger finger to trace slow circles around your clit.  The Mandalorian standing with his blaster raised has probably been the last thing too many people have ever seen in their lifetimes, and yet watching from this angle just makes you feel protected, guarded, and… so fucking horny for him.

“Do it again,” you eventually murmur, touching both your palms to his back this time just to feel it.  You want to feel him shoot, you want to feel his muscles move with it.  You want to touch how mechanically he’s able to aim, you want to know if he’s loose or tense when he fires, you just want to… feel it.

Din grabs the gun and as he extends his arms out, you slide your hands up his back to rest under his shoulders.  He’s so broad, he feels so warm and strong, and his trigger releases are so steady that nothing above his wrists move.

Shit, before he’s even finished setting the blaster back down again, you’re already scooting up behind him as close as possible and carefully slithering your arms around his waist, hugging your body tight to his back.  Din stays completely still while your mouth presses against the fabric of his cape and your hands begin to slowly slide down his stomach.

He doesn’t say a damn thing, which makes it even hotter for some reason.  There’s no warning he gives you, no low growl of your name or sweet girl being dragged through the modulator.  He stays completely silent and holds there while blasters continue to fire from stalls to your left, and it gives you the thrill of your lifetime.  Big strong man holding perfectly still for you to touch in the middle of a crowded room.

Your hand slips under his waistband and sink down low until you can trail your fingertips along his cock, hidden from sight beneath the edge of the clay shelf.  The small sound you make at feeling it already firm and at attention for you gets lost in the noise of the shooting range, but you wrap your palm around it and give it a good, slow pull upwards, feeling Din’s back expand with a breath from the sensation.

“Do it again,” you whisper into his shoulder blade, slowly playing with his cock in his pants with one hand while keeping the other wrapped tight around his abdomen.

Din immediately snatches the blaster off the platform and fires it the very moment he takes aim, and you can feel his cock pulse in your palm as he lets off the shots.  Dead center, as always, but he clunks the metal back down with a bit more force this time and then lingers his fingertips at the sloped edge of it for a second, as if he’s considering whether or not he should hold onto it.  

You’re already wet between your legs, but it gets worse the longer he allows you to keep doing this.  His skin is furnace-hot and he throbs for you, and you trail your thumb up to check—oh, Maker, he’s leaking for you, too.  You drag the pad of your thumb over the tip and gently rub the wetness along the curve of his head, before easing back down to give the shaft another slow pull.

A quiet puff of air comes through the vocal filter, but that’s all you audibly get out of him.  Still, it’s more than enough to fill you with a wicked heat and a desperate desire for more.  So you bite your lip and glance around just to double-check that nobody else has wandered over behind you and the kid is still tucked away in his crib, probably passed out in the secluded darkness at this point.  And then you barely take a split-second to consider it before your knees are bending and you’re slowly sinking down the length of his body.

Din is a fucking statue.  He doesn’t do anything to allow your wiggling underneath the raised platform anymore than he widens his stance to prevent it.  Once you’re on your knees in front of him in the dim isolation of your hiding spot though, he takes a single step forward and pins his waist to the hardened clay above your head, and a thrill skitters through you at being completely walled in on all four sides.

You reach up to hook your fingertips in his hem of his trousers and begin pulling them down, so tight and achy between your legs that you want to shove your hand down between them already.  You don’t though, not yet, because you need two hands to be extra careful in getting his cock out.  You don’t even want the fabric of his pants to touch it, you want your mouth to be the only sensation he knows here.

At the very last second, you decide to pull the waistband down far enough to let his balls rest outside the confining clothing, getting increasingly hotter at the thought that this isn’t going to be sneaky and dirty, even if you’re in public.  Din’s wide stance and the floor-length cape hide you perfectly from any prying eyes behind his back, so it’s going to be soft and it’s going to be slow and he’s going to be comfortable while you go down on him.

Your mouth is already watering, so you bend down just slightly and lift your chin to gently drag your tongue along the smooth skin of his balls before anything else.  Honestly—you don’t think he’s expecting you to go there first, because his whole body suddenly jerks at the velvet soft sensation between his legs and you let out a low hum in response.  He can’t reach you down here unless he tries to, so you scoot your knees up a little bit and just decide to go for it.  This way he won’t be able to get it confused, he won’t pull you out from under here halfway through when you suck on his balls before anything else.  This is what you want from him, what’s right here in your mouth.

You switch to the other one and Din twitches with a filtered breath, the skin already tightening up and responding gorgeously under your tongue.  His hand hovers somewhere near the raised platform above your head, fingers curling in his leather gloves and caught right between stopping you and letting you continue.  While he allows it, you ease your way up and make it just tantalizing enough to make him ache without providing any real stimulation, slowly trailing your tongue up the length of his cock and pressing plush lips to the flared head.

Din exhales a shakily while you take your time, tasting the precum as his body produces it, just kissing and licking and purposefully refusing to touch him with anything besides your mouth.  Without being able to see the rest of him from this angle, you're left to your own devices—you’re so gentle and soft about the pleasure that you start to separate the man from the throbbing erection you’re currently playing with.  You begin to enjoy yourself without thinking too much about the struggle he must be withstanding right now, you moan softly against his heated skin even though you know you’re being a tease at the worst possible moment, but no matter how you decide to take your time with it, Din continues to allow it.  He endures.  Silent, perfectly still, until you eventually decide to wrap your lips around the head of his cock and flutter your tongue up underneath it.

But then he jumps and your eyes open when a deep, unkind voice from the stall to your left calls out, “Hey, Mando!  Gonna fuckin’ shoot or just stand there, huh?”

You can hear his immediate frustration in the blaster scraping against the shelf over your head, and you moan softly around his cock the second you feel him tense and start firing.  The smooth skin pulses on your tongue and you slide your fingers around the backs of his knees, opening your throat and slowly taking him deeper.  

And, for a man that has repeatedly fired six perfect shots every single time he picks up his gun, he falters after just three this time.

The heat of your mouth must be too overwhelming.  Too fucking good, too detrimental to his focus and composure to even perform the most basic tasks he typically excels at.  Like a seasoned mathematician that suddenly struggles to count to ten, a renowned author that can’t recite their ABC’s—Mando can’t even fire a weapon right now and it’s all because of you.  

He has to keep trying though, he has to make an actual effort now that you both know someone nearby is paying at least some sort of attention to his performance.  The sound of more plasma arcing through the air over your head slowly disappears into the background in a way that it never could while you were the one firing—you’re completely hidden and safe down here, you can moan low in your throat while keeping your hands around his knees and begin to bob your head without another thought or worry whatsoever.  Handling it is all on him.  He just needs to stay quiet, be still, and shoot his gun.  It should be the simplest thing in the galaxy for him, right?

Wrong.  So wrong.  You hear the way the bolts are pinging off the sides of the target now, you listen to him grunt and let off a few more shots that also sound like they miss.  Your soft palate lifts and you’re practically drenching yourself at how wide he stretches your throat while you take him down as far as you can, and there’s a moment where you’re holding there and you think about doing something about the dull ache throbbing between your legs.  But once you pull off him for air and automatically touch your drooling tongue to your palm, you decide this is what you want more.

Your slick hand wraps around his cock and starts to slowly jerk him off while your mouth moves down to attach to his balls once more, your touch gliding strong and wet along his entire length.  Din almost doubles over into the platform, his hips stuttering up for the first time at the hard stimulation you’re finally giving him.  His skin swells and tightens in your mouth—you can feel the tension locking his thighs down, you can hear the shots above you start to decrease in frequency, and you know he’s already close.

So you move back up to suck on the head of his cock again and slowly swirl your tongue around it, continuing to use your hand to pull steady and firm on the rest of his shaft, and you just close your eyes and wait for him to give you what you want.  His firing soon stops altogether and you squeeze your finger between your thighs and press hard against your clit, just needing to relieve some of the ache.  You keep doing that, you keep drawing circles with your tongue while slowly jerking the rest of him off into your mouth, and at some point, it all just becomes too much for him.

“Shit,” Din gasps, along with the sudden sound of metal skittering against the clay above you, and your eyes pop open in surprise.  “Ah, sh—shhhhh—”

Maker, did he just drop his fucking gun?

You start to pull back, but then suddenly a trembling hand shoots down and clutches tight under your throat, hooking hard behind your jaw to make sure you stay right there.

His cock starts throbbing and he shudders, slamming his other palm on the shelf and cumming hard in your mouth.  You’re already swallowing before he even gives you anything but Maker, you’re fucking desperate for it that your hand moves to curl your fingers against the exposed skin at his hips as if that’ll somehow help you get it sooner.  The first taste of him comes as soon as you dig in and drag your nails down his flesh, and Din is helpless to do anything else besides clutch your jaw tight and gasp raggedly while emptying himself down your throat.

He shakes and shudders and you don’t spill a single drop, clutching his hips and pulling him close to keep him in your mouth, and as he slowly comes down from that plateau, you lick every inch of him clean.  His fingers gradually lose their rigidity around your jaw and eventually, his fingers drop down to press gently against your throat while his hips pull back.

He slips from your mouth and you wipe the wetness from your chin, staring up at his cock wistfully and almost wanting to keep going.  Is that fucked up, you wonder?  What would he think?

He hasn’t moved yet, why isn’t he moving?  Your job is clearly finished here, no matter what kind of way you may feel about that.  The coast must not be clear, you have to assume.  Perhaps someone is wandering around behind him, maybe he’s still being cautious about the nosy person next door—all you know is that you can tell he wants to move but he isn’t, which likely means he can’t.  You know his cock must be so unbelievably sensitive right now, but he’s not easing his body back far enough away from the shelf to tuck it into his pants.  He’s keeping it right in front of your face and expecting you to stay there until he deems it appropriate for you to get up.

The longer you wait for him to step back and let you out from under here, the more your need sparks and grows.  What would he think?  That you’re so desperate for his cock that you still want it in your mouth even when it’s soft and spent?  Maker, he’d be fucking right on the money.

At some point, you can’t stop yourself.  You lean back up to slowly take his soft cock back in your mouth, and Din nearly spasms while you slip your hand under your waistband and widen your knees.

You don’t do anything spectacular to it—you’re not that cruel—but you do hold him on the heat of your tongue and keep him there, fluttering your eyes closed as your finger finally touches your clit.  Air puffs shakily through your nostrils and you think Din is actually shaking harder than you are, his body fighting oversensitivity while yours starts the race towards bliss.  He doesn’t stop you but it also feels like he’s purposefully trying not to, like everything in him is rebelling against the wet heat of your mouth but knowing you’re only doing this because you’re so painfully turned on.  You’re doing this because you need it, in spite of the electric shocks of wicked sensation it seems to be inspiring in him.

Your finger speeds up and you start gently sucking on the warm, giving flesh, and his hand trembles as it grabs at your hair.  Fuck, you don’t care if he thinks you’re desperate—you want him to recognize it, you want him to know exactly how much you love his cock—

That thought sends a dark thrill down your spine and pleasure burns bright and needy where you’re still rubbing your clit, dropping your hips and rolling them forwards against your hand.  And oh, your only lament is that you wish he was the one doing this.  You wish Din was building your pleasure instead of letting you use his body in search of your own, you wish it was his hand working between your legs and about to shove you over that ledge, but then again.  Something about this whole fucking scene is just so… undignified.  Debased.  And you’re getting off on it, quicker than you ever thought possible.

When you cum, you’re good and you don’t make a single sound when you cum.  You squeeze your eyes shut and your entire body jolts with every single shattering wave of ecstasy, and Din tugs a handful of your hair and slowly rocks his hips once, twice, fucking your mouth while you endure wildfire burning through your veins.  By the time you finish convulsing on the fucking floor of a Tatooinian gun range, you know you can go for another and probably get it equally as quick as that one, but Din is already pulling his cock out of your mouth and shoving it back into his pants.  You’re like jelly as your elbow is immediately caught in his arm and you’re hauled up from your hiding spot, dazed and disoriented.

The chrome visor stares you down and you want to shrink in on yourself, thinking he’s going to take your happy ass back to the Crest.  You should be in trouble, you know you should be in trouble.  Leaving the recesses of your dark cubby and coming face to face with your surroundings brings a brand new clarity to light—you totally should not have done any of that.  He was trying to teach you, for Maker’s sake.  He was taking the time to show you the valuable knowledge he’s gained regarding weaponry and self-defense.  Fuck, you even told him on Naboo that you wanted to shoot a gun, and he brought you here to do just that.

Except then he just spins you around and picks up the blaster from the adobe ledge in front of you, placing it firmly in your hands.

“Okay,” he pants quietly next to your ear, breathing hard and shallow through the helmet.  “Now you should be able to focus, right?”

Fuck…  Fuck, is he serious?  You can barely hold the damn thing, you’re shaking so hard.  How does this work again?  What does this do?

“Wh-What?”  You croak—fuck, your voice is gone.  “I… I can’t—”

“Try,” he encourages, helping your comparatively tiny hands flip off the safety but other than that, stepping back and leaving you to it.  Completely and hopelessly lost, you weakly twist around to watch him stand next to the kid’s closed metallic shield.  “Hit the target,” Din reiterates with a nod, trying to catch his breath.  “You can do it.”

You look back out with unfocused eyes to see it still all the way on the far end of its track, and there’s just absolutely no fucking way.  “I… can’t.”

“Hit the target and we can go home,” he tells you, and while you don’t exactly know what home is anymore, something tells you it’s somewhere in hyperspace.  A resting baby, a metal floor, a pitch black hull, and your cheek pressed against a warm chest.

It sounds… wonderful.

Inspiring a newfound kind of desire in you, you lift your arms as best you can and work so, so hard to keep them steady.  The target is in your sights and you do your absolute best—fuck, you really do, but you pull the trigger and the shot sadly bounces off the edge.

You drop your hands, already defeated and drained.  “I can’t.”

“Hit the target and I’ll buy you a blaster,” he ups the ante, and you instantly lift your dead arms again.  Fuck, come on, come on, you can do this.

You shoot.  Nope.  So you shoot again.  And then you shoot again, and again, minutely adjusting your wrists purely based on where the bright red plasma is landing and ignoring the scope entirely.

“A nice one,” he continues over the pew pew pew of you just continuing to fucking miss, fucking miserably, over and over again.  “Expensive.  Hand-crafted, one of a kind…”

Miss, miss, miss, and—no.  Just, no.  There’s only so much glaring failure you can take before you snap.  You finally stop shooting and growl in frustration, going to slam the metal down on its resting place.  “Mando, I ca—”

“Hit the target and I’ll marry you,” he says quietly, and you freeze just before impact.

… What?  N… No…

Miraculously, you somehow manage to calmly switch the safety on and set the blaster down before turning back to see the helmet staring at you, unmoving.

You… you know it must just be a joke, right?  Just a stupid extension to the one he made earlier, it must be.  You blink dumbly at him and flick your gaze between the visor and two large black eyes staring at you from the crib, wondering if you glitched or if you’re just hallucinating.

“Uh…” you hear yourself say, even though you’ve got absolutely nothing, but Din doesn’t offer anything else to fill in the gaps of your startled misunderstanding.  If you didn’t have such a wild fucking reaction to the words, you'd probably wonder if he actually said them or not—that’s how much he gives away.  Silent, so unbelievably silent when you’re begging him to give you at least something.  Is he messing with you again?  Is he just that confident that you’re going to fail?

It takes forever for you to turn back around and face the target, but you eventually do when he refuses to elaborate.  Your heart slams in your chest and you wonder what you’re doing even attempting this.

The moment you lift your trembling arms is the moment you know your heart is pounding too fast—your finger twitches with the wild rush of blood flow and you end up pulling the trigger way before you’re ready.  You fire before you’ve checked your sights, you fire before you’ve taken any sort of aim whatsoever, you fire spontaneously enough to surprise even yourself and it—

—it hits dead center.

Your stomach drops and a jolt of some rabid feeling punches through you, you have no idea what it is.  You whip around so fast that you get dizzy, seeing him standing there, completely still.

“That was just beginner’s luck,” you quickly reassure him, suddenly feeling faint.  Holy shit, holy shit, what the fuck just happened?  “Listen—hey, no, listen, I can’t get it again,” you explain shrilly to the utterly dead silence from him.  “Look, watch this, double or nothing.”

You spin back around, well aware that absolutely nothing about what you just said or what just happened made any fucking sense at all.  Beginner’s luck when you’ve been consistently awful at this, telling him repeatedly to listen when you’re very, very fucking aware he hasn’t said anything, double or nothing on a literal proposal as if double marriage is something that actually exists?

No.  Shut up.  Don’t even think that word, don’t think about fucking anything.  Fire, fire without thinking, just lift the gun and pull the trigger—

You do, and oh.  Oh, no.

“Uh?!”  Your voice comes out on a squeak, now in a complete fucking panic.  What the fuck?  No fucking way.  Perfect, perfect, the odds are fucking astronomical—another deadly accurate shot.  “Ah, um, okay, scratch everything I said—th-third time’s a charm?”

Wide-eyed and having absolutely no clue what you’re doing at this point, you fail to see Din slowly turn his helmet down and to the right as he stands behind you.  You go to lift your arms and pull the trigger, but then he suddenly reaches out lightning-quick and bumps your elbow upwards at the very last second.  

The abrupt push causes your shot to be angled off course spectacularly and you can’t do anything but look up and gasp in horror, worried it’s going to ricochet off the ceiling and land somewhere this building isn’t architecturally designed to absorb.  There’s just enough time to wildly wonder why the fuck he did that—

—but then, like pure magic before your eyes… the beam of plasma adjusts itself in midair.  

It fucking bends.  Across the length of your entire firing lane, it curves in a downward trajectory and hits the target with absolutely impossible physics.

Your jaw fucking drops and you whip your body around in dumb shock to see Din staring hard at the closed shield next to him.

… that’s not closed.

The baby tilts his head at you and coos happily, one ear tipping up while the other tips down, and you’re completely blown away.  Not only at the entirely unexpected demon-power display, but what specifically he was hoping to get out of it.  You’re still stuck, blinking down at the adorable little goof with abilities you’ll never understand.

Only, a hand suddenly grabs yours and drags you back to yourself.

“We need to leave,” Din says quietly, switching the lid shut on the hovering crib and pushing it towards the booth’s exit while tugging you along behind him.  “I don’t know how many people saw that, we need to leave.”

Sure enough, voices in the next partition over start picking up, likely the only ones in here who had a good enough angle to watch the physically unthinkable shot somehow meet its target, and your adrenaline quickly begins pumping while you keep your head down and power-walk your ass to the door.  You don’t know the kind of consequences that could potentially arise from others witnessing the kid’s literal sorcery, but you know you’d rather not take the chance.  The voices start growing louder as you three make your quick escape, beginning to ask others around them if they just saw that, but you’re already out of the rectangular adobe structure and long gone by the time anybody steps out of their panels to hear the uproarious accusations of cheating beginning to fly.

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Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement. 

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

---

Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

---

Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight. 

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said. 

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.” 

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened. 

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone. 

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

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Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers. 

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race. 

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs. 

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.” 

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

#sorry this turned out way longer than expected #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson #invincible fanfiction

[maria-akira]

good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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READ PART 2 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

read 2:29 pm

Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

read 2:32 pm

Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

read 2:40 pm

Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

read 2:43 pm

Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

—

"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

—

It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

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tags mwah: @kitwalker02 @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @deademobitch @iheartfrogs101 @tatestripedsweater @mrs-march-ahs

i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

#michael langdon imagines #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs x reader #american horror story #ahs #ahs 8 #ahs 9 #ahs smut #cody fern imagines #cody fern x reader #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #michael langdon smut #duncan shepherd smut #american horror story 9 #xavier plympton imagines #ahs apocalypse #ahs imagines

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Life [Wilbur Soot/Fundy]

BOOOM HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU UH UM SO I WAS INSPIRED WHILE I WAS BORED AND THEN THIS IS HOW THIS ONESHOT CAME TO BE. ITS NOT GOOD, BUT ITS DECENT. You’re gonna be taking Sally’s place so, uh, I’m sorry, Sally, you’re just another salmon. Still love you though  THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE DEAR GOD ITS BEEN IN THE WORKS FOR LIKE A MONTH LMAO

ALSO, KEEP IN MIND THIS IS C!WILBUR/SMP!WILBUR

⚠️CUSSING, AFAB READER, PREGNANCY, THIS IS A REALLY LONG ONE SHOT OH MY GOD, PLATONIC FUNDY RELATIONSHIP SO YEAH⚠️

Pronouns: she/her or they/them [you’re referred to as wife, mom,, that stuff, but you can change those if you want]

You hummed as you strained out your clothing beside the river near your home. A smile graced your face, [Eye Colour] eyes glinting happily in the warm sunlight of that fine summer day. Autumn would soon turn the land into a seemingly barren wasteland, though, so you decided to savor every last bit of happiness the hot days brought you. 

Hanging the large amount of clothing upon thin clothing lines, you dumped out your bucket and made sure nothing got in the lake. Walking back inside of your home, you set the buckets in the corner of the cozy cottage and walked back outside. Your brown boots thudded quietly against the cobblestone path that lead into the woods around your home that would eventually be covered in snow.

A sudden childish giggle made you turn to the fields that were a ways away from your house, right in front of the sparsely scattered trees to the right of your little house. You furrowed your brows in confusion as a blur of yellow, white, and red rushed over to you.

“Hello there.” You couldn’t help but stare as the child looked up at you silently. “What are you doing here, little one?” He only blushed, his face flushing a vivid red before he ran off. You shrugged and continued your trek into the forest.

//

You watched as flakes of snow fell delicately onto the muted green coloured grass, bundled tightly in a burrito of quilts that you and your mother has made together. You shuffled slightly from your position on your warm bed, closing your eyes as you waited for sleep to consume you.

It seemed life had other plans, though, as a faint light came toward your home, edging closer and closer until you could make out a figure, their clothing a great contrast to the paw snow. They were shivering visibly, clutching their arms as their lantern shook in their hand.

You frowned as you peeled your blankets off of you, pulling your boots on quickly. Grabbing a lantern cage, you lit the candle inside of it and hurried outside, feeling nervous as the figure hurried over to you.

Soon enough, they were standing in front of you, a miserable look on their face, their eyes red and puffy as their teeth chattered together.

“Come inside,” you didn’t care for introductions or your safety. This person seemed nice. “I’ll start a fire. Uh- there should be a few blankets on the sofa. Would you like anything to drink? Warm milk, tea? I’m not gonna offer coffee because it’s late, so I’m sorry about that.”

“Just water, please,” they croaked out. “I’m sorry for the intrusion. I was headed off in search of territory to claim. Turns out I chose the wrong day. God, it’s cold.” You let out a quiet laugh as you carefully tossed some wood into your fireplace, lighting the material on fire. Almost immediately, the flames grew and you sat up, placing your flint and steel on the fireplace mantle.

“I’ll go get you your water. Go warm up.” You urged before you walked into the kitchen to get the brunet some water.

//

““And then Tommy ran off!” Wilbur howled with laughter as he told the story of how he managed to lose his father in the forest close to his family home. ““Phil was looking for us for hours!” You smiled at the story as you carefully sewed up your friend’s heavy coat, making sure the patches were relatively the same colour as the rest of the jacket.

“You never really tell me about your family, so why are you telling stories now?” You commented, threading the needle in your hand through the fabric and back out of it, pulling the thread tightly. You snipped it with your scissors, placing the needle down to look for any other holes as Wilbur flushed a bright red.

“W-well— one day, I want you to meet my family, so- this sounds so fucking stupid. Never mind, forget about it.” He covered his face in his hands as you bummed, picking up a patch and laying it out on the brown fabric.

“What you’re saying is that you would introduce me to your family because you like me that much, huh?” No answer came from Wilbur, though he did let out a flustered groan as you chortled.

//

You placed a kiss upon your new boyfriend’s cheek, causing the brunet to laugh as he shrunk away from your lips

“Stop it,” you only grinned at the man, kissing various areas of his face in retaliation. Wilbur laughed harder, pushing you away gently as his face scrunched. ““It tickles!”

You grabbed his face in your hands and he looked into your eyes for a moment before you began attacking his face with kisses. When you pulled back for a break, Wilbur copied your actions from earlier and rubbed his thumb across your cheeks with a smile. He leaned his forehead on yours and let out a breathy sigh, closing his eyes as he basked in the moment.

“I love you so fucking much, [Y/N].”

//

““Dont be scared, darling,” Wilbur mused as he gently rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of your hand, lightly squeezing every few rotations. “Techno’s made sure to keep any weapons away and Tommy might be a little less wreckless. I’ll make sure to tell them during dinner.” You nodded uncertainly, playing nervously with the bracelet Wilbur had made you way back when the two of you first started as friends.

Wilbur rapped his knuckles on the door, his other hand never once letting go of yours as the two of you waited. A bit of shouting was heard through the door, slightly muffled, though it was evident that it was coming closer.

The door was flung open by a blond boy, his blue eyes shooting us to meet Wil’s not even a second after he opened the door. A grin was on the boys face as he turned and shouted for Phil [who Wilbur had told you was his father]. Soon enough, a blond man with a bucket hat trodden over, frowning at Tommy.

“Listen, motherfucker, you may be living here, but I’m not gonna fucking let you live if you keep fuckin shoutin.” You froze nervously and glanced over at your boyfriend. He just sent a small, awkward smile onto reassure you before he turned to look down at the two.

“Are you really gonna argue in front of my wife?” Wilbur piped in, feeling himself become giddy as Tommy and Phil shot their heads over to look at you.

“You brought a girl over?!” Tommy yelled in surprise as he stumbled back, eyes wide as he observed your movements skeptically.

“Wil? Can you come over here real quick? I just need to talk to you.” Phil forced a smile as he grabbed the taller man’s ear and yoinked him over to a different room, leaving Tommy and you alone.

“Hi,” you smiled nervously, raising a hand in a half assed wave.

“Do you happen to be American?” The blond asked, leaning his face over to stare at you.

“I mean- I’m a water nymph. I don’t really know if that counts because we usually just have different accents, but we never take into account where anyone’s from.” You laughed, scratching your cheek.

“Well where are you from?” Tommy urged, crossing his arms.

“To be specific, I came from the North Sea right by the Netherlands. I don’t really think that’s important though.” You shrugged.

“So you’re Dutch? Speak it.”

“Im not necessarily Dutch, I was just born in the North Sea, Tommy- I think you’re a Tommy. You seem like a Tommy.” You cleared up, ““The only reason I learned English was to communicate with certain humans.”

“Okay.” The boy sighed, shoulders slumping forward as you let out an amused chortle, “I’ll leave you alone. For now.” Tommy backed up, turning into a room while a big, burly pig person ducked under the doorway, a large sword in hand and an uninterested expression on his face. As he turned to the door, he spotted you and his eyes widened momentarily before going back to their half lidded position.

“Who’re you? Phil didn’t- oh. Oh, today was that day. Oh my god, how could I forget it?” The hybrid smacked his forehead harshly, ““I’m so sorry.”

You laughed, waving your hand dismissively as the pig moved to the side to let you in. You carefully stepped into the warm house and the tall hybrid closed the door behind you.

“Dinner’s nearly done, so you can go sit down in the living room. If you need anything, Phil has ears all over the place. Just look at those crows.” Techno motioned over to the few crows that perched themselves on the window, letting out quiet caws. You waved at the birds and they flapped their wings in response.

“They seem nice.”

//

You sat next to your husband, hand intertwined with his as Phil smiled over at the two of you.

“So, anything new happening with you two?” The blond man inquired, placing his hands on the table. 

““I mean,” Wilbur laughed, turning over to look at you. “Would you like to tell them, dear?” You nodded, a grin on your face as you sat as straight as you could.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, your voice surprisingly calm. Tommy let out a shocked ‘‘what the fuck??’, while Techno choked on his food, slamming a fist onto his chest.

Phil was quiet, eyes wide in shock as he took in the information.

“Pregnant? With Wilbur’s kid?” You nodded, swinging Wilbur’s hand as Tommy cheered.

“Im gonna be a fuckin uncle! Yeah! I’ll be the best damn uncle ever!” He cackled, leaning back as Techno snorted.

““Can I teach them PvP?” You and your husband glanced over at each other before shaking your head.

“Maybe when they’re old enough to know what they’re doing.”

//

““Hello, my precious baby,” you cooed gently, holding the newborn as they let out a quiet sigh. ““My baby. You look just like your father.” A warm but tired smile was on your face as your baby opened their eyes, brown meeting [Eye Colour].

“Love, is the baby okay? Is she doing alright?” Wilbur called nervously through the door, to which you laughed.

“Yes, they’re doing great,” placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s nose, they brought a hand up and lightly tapped their nose.

//

““Fundy! Come here!” You cheered, reaching your arms out to the toddler. They giggled, waddling over to you. Their scab covered knees were littered with bandages and the red overalls they wore were much unlike what Wilburs would have wanted your child to wear, but it was your kid! They deserved the best!

““My precious baby,” you placed a kiss on their cheek, causing the brown haired child to giggle and wipe the kiss from their cheek. You grinned, littering their face in kisses as they squirmed, ““My little champion!”

“Yah! Cham-champion!” They babbled, bringing up a finger to chew on as you set them down and smoothed out your dress. 

““Alright, sweetheart, papa will be here soon, so make sure to tell him what you want to tell him, alright?” Your boy nodded, a goofy grin on his face as he reached over to one of the toys you had brought.

//

You cradled your son’s head as he sobbed, shaking his head in denial as to what had just happened.

“He-he’s gone, mama!” He choked out, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His tears stained your shirt, though the feeling didn’t bother you as you rocked your son back and forth, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Fundy, it’s okay,” you cooed, ““He doesn’t have to live with all the mistakes he made in the past anymore. Who knows, maybe he’ll come back?” 

““But what if he doesn’t? That was his last life and- and it’s gone! My dad’s gone!” Letting out a pained wail, he continued to sob. And you let him.

He had gone through so much.

//

““Who the hell are you and what are you doing around my son?” You sneered, standing in front of your son as the transparent figure stared at you curiously.

“You don’t remember me?” They asked, voice echoing as they tilted your head. “I- [Y/N], it’s me! Your husband! I- I am your husband, right?”

“My husband didn’t push away his son and focus on a failed country more than his own fucking family.” You loaded your crossbow, aiming it at the ghost. ““You didn’t come to his birthday parties, didn’t get him anything, you barely paid attention to him when your country was in the spotlight! You’re no husband to me.”

“Mama-” Fundy gulped nervously, ““Mama, please.”

“You know what, whoever the fuck you are? You’re no damn husband to me and you never will be. Now leave me and my son alone, for fuck’s sake.”

The ghost was silent as you turned, leading the man beside you toward the house at the top of the hill, though a small smile made its way onto his face.

“She’s the one I married?” He murmured, moving his hand to where his heart was, “Was she really the love of my life?”

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #fundy #fundy x you #fundy x reader #fundy imagine

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

#bts #bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #writing #perfectly wrong

[shoichee]

Hey! I read your Kise imagine recently and I adore it, it's rare to see someone write about manga!kise and I really loved it. Furthermore your writing is so so good to read 🥰 I wanted to ask you Kise x reader prompt 1! I would really like to read about him in such a situation ☺ Thank you Iain advance 😘

WAHHH TYSM ANON <33 IM SO HAPPY HEHE, and phew yall thought asshole kise was something but... have yall heard of TEIKO-era asshole kise??! NO?? dw, bc he’s debuting here // i wanted to really showcase his dual sides through more of dialogue (so we won’t really see what’s in Kise’s mind for this), so here it is hope you enjoy this anon! 

Kise x Reader

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Word Count: 2120

prompt list here

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“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it, Kise.”

“Huh?” he mocks with a condescending tone. “I didn’t peg you as someone who’d pull shit out of their ass like my last ‘ex-girlfriend.’ Just because I let you hang around me doesn’t mean you can parade around campus with an inflated ego.”

Your hands shake furiously at your sides, trying not to punch the basketball player square in the face.

“Me? With an ego? Look who’s damn talking!” you seethe. “I’m tired of the fact that we keep playing this stupid flirting game for months, only for it to go absolutely nowhere!”

“Have you ever stopped to use your brain and think about how flirting inherently is done in good casual fun?” Kise explains slowly, implying that you were the immature one in the situation. “Meanwhile, you have the audacity to get mad at me when you’re the one who’s using me for your own selfish gain!” Kise sends a heated glare but his eyes were tinged with betrayal.

“What the hell are you even talking about? Are you out of your mind?”

“Fuck this,” he scoffs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m leaving, I’m not dealing with this shit anymore. If you want attention, I’m not gonna entertain you anymore.”

“No, you will not leave!” you yell, trying to stop Kise in his tracks. He merely ignores you as he holds up a hand to do a wave with his back to you. “You’re going to explain what the hell you were talking about!”

You sprinted and held onto his sleeve to tug him back to face you, only to be met by the most bone-chilling gaze from him. You would’ve absolutely cowered in his presence if it wasn’t for the fact that you were irrationally angry from the false accusations Kise threw at you prior. You can definitely tell that Kise was biting his inner cheek to keep himself reasonably calm.

“Ryōta,” you say.

“Don’t call me by my first name anymore,” he says flatly.

“Where did you get the idea that I was using you?”

“Hah! Why? Does it matter? Are you gonna go to them and try to threaten them after? It’s so clear from the way you’re talking right now that you only see me as a prize to show off.” You inhale a huge breath to stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret.

“I never saw you as some object, Ryōta,” you mildly scoff. “Let me make myself clear. All I wanted was a clear answer from you every time I asked you if you wanted something serious, but every single damn time, you changed the subject or never answered the question!”

“It’s all done in good fun. Does it really need to be serious?”

“But I want something serious with you!”

Kise merely turns away in silence, but you can see his body slightly tremble.

“... Ryōta?”

“Don’t lie to me like that…” he says, slightly sucking a breath. “... Look, if you really wanna use me to boost your popularity, just… just come clean, okay? I’ll go along with it if you tell me now. After all, we’ve been… good friends.”

“Lie? Why would I lie? I never thought once of using you or having any motives other than to get to know you personally as a friend, Ryōta,” you say, looking down on the grip you had on his sleeve still.

“What reason is there to know someone like this other than to activate a ticking time bomb while playing a game to pass that time? Isn’t that how it’s always been? Isn’t that what we are right now?”

Your senses tell you that something deeper beyond this surface argument has been troubling him. You slowly let go of his sleeve, before turning away with a sigh, leaving Kise absolutely confused.

“I think we both need to cool our heads,” you sigh. “We’ve both said too much, and… just… forget what I said, okay? And I’ll forget about what you told me.” Kise’s eyes widen at your statement.

“(y/n)-cchi…?”

“We can still do light-hearted banter like we always do the next time we see each other, okay Kise?” Your fists on your sides tremble before you hold up your head to give him a cheerful smile that’s eerily all too familiar to his own. You turn to walk away, but his heart squeezes painfully at the sight of your back to him like this. You’re so far from him. So far.

“Hold it, now…” he says, slightly sprinting to catch up to you. He grabs your hand, still balled tightly by your side. “You’re cruel, you know that? Demanding me not to leave but then leaving the conversation on your own accord? You’re a hypocrite.” He spins you around to see your eyes barely struggling to hold back fresh tears. Little did he know that your countenance was a mirror to his own.

“... Our heads aren’t in the right place, Kise. You should probably let go.”

“I probably should, huh…” he says, but still giving no sign that he was actually going through with it.

“Knowing you, you’d really hold my fist until someone has to actually separate you from me.”

“And knowing you, you’d probably punch me before anyone else had the chance to do so.”

“You know me so well, hm?” you muse, a tiny curl of your lip a different world than the one you gave moments before.

“... No,” he says with a slight frown. “I don’t think I know you well enough.”

“I don’t know you enough either, Kise.”

Silence falls between the two of you, frail as thin ice, before you eventually break it.

“... You’re right, this whole friendship we have right now… it’s a time bomb. It’s bound to fail and fall apart.”

“W-Wait,” Kise slightly says in shock. “That was… I didn’t mean it like—”

“No healthy relationship of any kind would last if we keep dancing around each other like this. I wanna be honest with you for once… I… don’t wanna do this banter anymore. I don’t wanna do these flirting games. I’m kinda tired of it. Especially when you always keep me at a distance.”

“Pfft, (y/n)-cchi,” he snorts loudly, flashing his sunny smile. “I’m practically so close to you holding your hand!”

“You know exactly what I mean,” you sigh, and you avert your gaze away. “You feel so far. I just… you feel so out of reach even when I’m in the same room as you… even as of now. I just want to know where we’ll end up.”

You firmly shake his grip off you, watching his hand falling back to his side as he does nothing but stare at you. You don’t know if he’s angry, offended, or shocked, but whatever his expression was, you couldn’t tell, not when you still stared at the concrete to the side rather than at him.

“Of course I wanna be friends with you,” you continue. “But can you blame me for believing that there’s something more between us when we do romantic gestures and flirting for months on end? If we’re just going to be friends, that’s fine, but I’d prefer if you’d also stop addressing me with -cchi, just to draw a clear boundary between us.” You finally look up to see Kise, but to your own shock, he looks quite bitter.

“You say that you’re confused about what we are, but then you go prattle to everyone else that you’re my significant other when we haven’t even talked a single thing about being a serious thing. You’re so fucking confusing.”

“I… did no such thing?” Your eyes, still puffy from the tear ducts, shine in genuine bewilderment.

“You… didn’t?”

“Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I… um… oh…” All he could do was to stand there completely stupefied, mouth gaping as multiple realizations suddenly hit him like bricks. He rubs his neck as he shamefully looks away.

“So tell me,” you slowly say, giving him a more bone-chilling gaze than the one he gave you. “What exactly have you been hearing in the hallways?” You both stand there in silence again as Kise struggles to think of a way to explain it without sounding completely dumb.

“Okay, look… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have listened to the rumors so easily, especially since I despise them too, but… they were about you, and I just couldn’t help myself…” he mumbles. “I don’t know, I… the thought of you getting close to me to use me really, really hurts.”

“And you thought just cutting me off on the spot was the most reasonable decision you can think of?”

“H-Hey…! Don’t put it like that! I thought I knew you well, but when I heard what people gossiped, my mind just went somewhere, and I thought maybe I misread you at some point. If you really did have ulterior motives, cutting you off wouldn’t be as easy as that other girl. Because I… w-wait! Where are you going?!”

“Home, Kise,” you flatly say. “It’s after school after all.”

“At least hear what I have to say!” He tries to catch up with you, but you only speed walk to outpace him. “Let me explain myself!”

“Hypocrite~” you say, using Kise’s mocking voice. “I don’t recall you letting me explain myself in the beginning.”

“(y/n)-cchi, I’m sorry! I’ll pay for all the outings we’ll do this week! And um… I’ll always talk to you if something’s bothering me—don’t ignore me!”

“Didn’t I tell you not to use -cchi?” you sigh, stopping abruptly, causing Kise to accidentally bump against you. “I’ll forgive you, but we’re still only friends. I guess I’ll apologize for assuming things on my end, too.” Kise drops his head on your shoulder from behind, and you only roll your eyes in amusement at the familiar contact. “Oh dear, Kise. I didn’t think you were the type to be so clingy after a fight.”

“Okay, I’ll ‘fess up,” he says, voice muffled by your uniform blazer. “Even though we’ve always gotten along so well, there’s always been a part of me who’s been on the lookout for any possible signs that you only saw me for my reputation. While I enjoyed having you around, I had always been ready to cut you off if I saw anything suspicious, but… lately the thought of letting you go ached so much… and then I heard what the other students were talking about… how you were acting the entire time… how you somehow screwed over other people before… couldn’t really think properly after that.”

“Boo hoo,” you huff. “Do you want a kiss to make you feel better?”

“... I actually do.”

“I think our heads haven’t completely cooled down. I’m going ahead.” You were about to walk away, even though you very much enjoyed his head on your shoulder, but his arms wrap around you to stop moving any further from his side.

“You said that you wrongly assumed what we were…” he whispers. “But you’re actually right. We’ve been more than friends for a while without me really acknowledging it,” he chuckles at your groan, “I guess you really do know me well… I’m really attached to you… but it’s not fair that you’re so collected even when I’m hugging you like this.”

“Kise, you’re an idiot, do you know that?” you snort. “How are you hugging me but not noticing how fast my heart is beating?”

“H-Hey! Can you call me by my first name again? I said it without really thinking, okay? It hurts me every time you do that.” He gives the most comical pout, but you only punch the top of his head on your shoulder before walking ahead.

“I’m still mad at you. I’m going home.”

“(y/n)-cchi, w-wait! Let me walk you home, then!”

“Don’t call me that either. I’m still mad at you.”

“But aren’t we dating now? I can call you that if we’re a thing.”

“But I’m still mad. You still said all those horrible things, and that stung. You think you’re the only one hurting right now?”

“I’m really, really sorry! I’ll make it up to you, and I won’t say anything like that again, and…”

“You’re not being really convincing.”

“I know I was being immature and the one with the inflated ego, and I said things that aren’t remotely true—”

You sigh before you turn back to a panicking Kise behind you.

“Then you better make it up to me by cuddling me and telling me some sweet nothings, because I can really use that right now, Ryōta.”

#knb x reader #knb #knb fic #knb fics #knb scenarios #kise x reader #kise ryota #kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #teiko middle school #teiko #knb teiko #manga kise

[fishfarmfrankie]

Bakusquad as types of Relationships

The type of romantic relationship the bakusquad would have with their s/o(You)

+ Your relationships theme song bc why not

Trigger Warnings; none :)

feat. Sero, Bakugou, Denki, Kirishima and Mina 💞💕💘💝💖

Sero Hanta

Summer Fling

-Sero give me big summer energy. 

-I imagine him being that relationship that randomly sparks after you two spot each other at a beachside bar. You instantly hit it off and fall hard. 

-It’s an even combination of Lust and Love, as well as solid companionship.

-The two of you just seem to click so fast, as if you were soulmates. And since it’s the summer holidays, you two have all the free time you could ever want. 

-You spend every available minute with Sero as you two enjoy each others company, sharing ice cream, going surfing, gate crashing random parties together, getting high and just sharing the vibes. You can’t get enough of each other. 

-Kiri, Denki and Bakugou would be so confused yet surprised at how Sero was able to even approach you. And then how he managed to convince you to go out with him, only ten minutes after meeting you? HE’S SMOOTH ASF (And was probably a bit drunk 😳)

-But as Summer ends, you learn that Sero is only spending the summer holidays in your region. You follow Sero to the plane and he offers to have you go with him, but you can’t. So, as the sunsets, you watch as your summer fling Sero flies away on the last day of Summer vacation.

-Though Sero never officially broke it off with you, you think this is because it was obvious enough, but this is actually because Sero was hoping to see you again next year 🥺🏖

-Then when you try to tell all your friends about your hot summer fling no one believes you 😔

Relationship Theme song: Borderline by Tame Impala, Pineapple Skies by Miguel

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Denki Kaminari

Partners in Crime

-Okay so you two were chaotic enough without being a couple but THEN THE TWO CRAZIEST CRACKHEADS HAD TO GET TOGETHER AND CAUSE PURE ANARCHY AMONG EVERY STREET YOU ROAM HUH?

-Students  s h u d d e r  when they see you two roaming the halls at school. Like you’re the couple that has a reputation for causing chaos wherever you go. Whether it be stupid dares or crazy pranks you try to pull on class 1-A. UA can never get a break with you two around.

-You two are connected on a different level I swear. Like you two would be hanging out with the gang and Denki just makes a snort sound and next minute you’re both having a full conversation in rat language🙄

- Ngl there’s a lot of lust in this one 👀, the second your parents’ shoes leave the front door Denki is right there in your bed O-O

-lemme just say ‘horny weebs’. That is all good day.

-The worst thing about this is you two always seem to be together. Like Denki loves keeping you around to show you off. If you’re not physically with him, he’s showing people his phone’s lock screen and background (Which is a photo of you)

-omfg y’all tried to start up your own little podcast one time but you found that you guys were literally just laughing for 40 minutes straight.

Relationship Theme Song: Greek Tragedy by the wombats (Oliver nelson remix), Touch You (The Yarichin Bitch club theme song lmao)~

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Bakugou Katsuki

Secret Forbidden love/Star crossed lovers

-Okok I know a lot of y’all think that Bakugou would like to show you off and I think this is true to a certain extent, like I feel like a long period of time he would want to keep the relationship a secret in fear of being ridiculed. 

-This relationship would be filled with love, you being the only one Bakugou will obey ;)

-You two would always play little games where you try to steal kisses from each other while no one is looking. Of course no one notices.

-!Secret dates! Constantly trying to search for the most secluded cafes around. There would be tons of little moments where Bakugou spots someone like Sero and is forced to hide lol

-You’re the only one who sees Bakubabe’s soft side 🥺

-Though because no one knows you’re in a relationship you do get quite a lot of people flirting with you and this fucks Bakugou off to the max.

-One day some person straight up tries to kiss you and Bakugou rips them away from you and fuckin socks him, drop kicks em’ like a rugby ball. The person is splayed on the floor, blood nose, and shocked as all fuck, stuttering; “What the hell? what’s your problem man!”

-Bakugou is like; “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM! THEY’RE MINE AND ONLY MINE AND I’M SICK OF FUCKSTICK EXTRAS LIKE YOU THINKING YOU EVEN HAVE A CHANCE WITH MY S/O!”

-No one saw that coming 🤭

Relationship Theme Song: Sofia by Clairo, Asshole by hooligan chase, LOOK AT ME! by xxxtentacion (im sorry yall 😭)

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Kirishima Ejirou

Power couple

-Kirishima would honestly be the best boyfriend ever. 

-Everyone shipped you two together, but was surprised when he actually asked you out, AND you said yes. 

-You two are the power duo that can do anything together. Dude when y’all are teamed up in practice fights for training no one can beat you two. Not even Bakugou. UNSTOPPABLE POWER.

-fucking dates at they gym🙄 nah but kiri’s dates are always full of adventures, like rock climbing (( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• ))

-There is a lot of respect here, and a lot of support. Kirishima feels comfortable sharing all his insecurities about his quirk and ‘manliness’ with you, of course, he’s there for you whenever you need. Very dependable. THIS IS WHY YALL ARE SO STRONG 💪👹

-We love a functionally healthy toxicity free relationship💫🤠

-You two do tend to rival each other a lot too. Since you’re both complete equals on all levels, it’s always uncertain on who will win when you two wrestle, or even when you do take the exams. It also gives you both motivation to work harder.

-With this combined power You and Kirishima possess, you sort of become the parents of class 1-A. Helping keep students motivated n stuff. Even Tenya Iida has trouble contesting your guys’ authority over the class. 

Relationship Theme Song:  Trip by Ella Mai including Duan Yi, Sunflower by Rex Orange County

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Ashido Mina

Opposites attract

-Ok I’m sorry if this isn’t you but if you like Mina then you’re likely to be her opposite. I’m talking quiet kid, more on the masculine side/Tomboy-ish, you’re probably like a fucking emo (Don’t worry tho I like Mina too 😌)

-Fr though you two are fashion icons, the most aesthetic couple either.

-Mina likes to drag you to all her little social events, and although they can be tiring, being with her helped you come out of your shell a lot.

-tbh because Mina is so friendly and lowkey touchy with everyone no one even thought y’all were a couple. Like you guys didn’t really act that different to before your were a couple because she would always flirt with you before hand too.

-Best thing is you guys don’t even tell people you’re a couple now. So they get such a shock when you two start joking about kissing and then actually kiss. You two did this to Denki one time and he just short circuited. Though you have a suspicion it was more because he was turned on than from being shocked.

-Also y’all lowkey freaky as hell. Freaky as fuck. Mina brings out a different side to you ;)

Relationship Theme Song: Pretty girl by Clairo, Say So by Doja Cat 

~~~

Ayo take a shot every time I used the word ‘ Y’all ‘

#sero x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #mina x reader #denki x reader #mha headcanons #mha #bnha #Sero Hanta #kirishima ejirou #bakugou katsuki #mina ashido #denki kaminari #denki headcanons #kirishima headcanon #mina ashido headcanons #sero headcanons #bakugou headcanons #my hero academia #my hero headcanons #anime

[infernwetrust]

Luke Langdon [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Pt 3.

PART 1

PART 2

Summary: The one where you and Michael have a child together, but like most relationships, there are parenting differences.

Warnings: angst, swearing, blood, mentions of cutting

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Last part of this 3 part series. I enjoyed writing this very much. Part 1 is important to understanding this final part. Thank you for reading! -Juno

"Daaaaaaaaaaaddddddddyyyyyyyyy!" the young bright eyed girl screamed as she ran into the house, eyes full of panic. You and Michael sat on the brand new couch he had gotten you for Christmas. He watched how you eyed it in one of your monthly magazines that you got in the mail. Luke had just turned 16 a few weeks ago and was thriving more than ever, until today that was. The both of you were use to your 13 year old daughter's, Kayleen, screams. Usually her and Luke would get along during play for the first hour before something went down between the two.

"Same old, baby girl?" you asked, eyes not darting away from the television. Your favorite show was on and you didn't want to miss a beat.

"Whatever it is." Michael chimed in, eyes not looking up from his laptop as he continued working. "You and Luke will figure it out. No games today, hmmm?"

"He's laying there! Not moving! I don't think he's breathing either!"

"Oh like he always does?" Michael glanced up at her, becoming a little bit more concerned when he saw her facial expression. There were tears in her eyes and she looked pale.

"I lifted up his eye lids and his eyes are like.. red! I know you said that black eyes were fine, but they're red. And dad he's really not breathing!"

"Shit." Michael said, tossing his computer to the side and flying out of the chair. You followed behind him quickly, Kayleen still a crying mess. "Shit. Shit. Shit."

Making his way outside, Michael was no stranger to what his son had done. He glanced at the giant sigil of baphomet that his son lay almost lifeless in, but he could still hear a faint heart beat.

"I told him about fucking trying that spell without me." Michael said, quickening his pace to reach his son, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping from it along the way. You froze, shocked at the fact that your first born could be dead and then you lost it. A screaming mess, you were. Michael quickly dropped to his knees, retrieving his blade out of his pocket. He wasted no time cutting into his skin, dragging the blade up his arm, causing him to bleed. He did the same to his other arm, clenching his jaw. Overwhelmed by the sight, your daughter fainted and that caused you to only scream louder, much to Michael's annoyance.

"Y/N PLEASE!" he shouted. "Luke will be fine! Kayleen will be fine! Go back into the house if you can't keep it together long enough for me to even attempt to do this!" You hushed, your loud screams now becoming just muffled whined as you kneeled down next to your daughter, placing her head in your lap. Michael then did the same thing to Luke's arms and after rubbing his hands with his own blood, he mixed it with Luke's before firmly placing his hand on his son's chest. He fell silent for a moment, his eyes going black as he desperately searched for and tried to communicate with his son.

"Come on..." Michael breathed out. "Follow my voice, baby boy. Follow my voice." A tear fell from his eye. Luke was in such a bad place. Why would he even think of trying to go back to some place like this. The Murder House? What could he possibly be searching for there. "My sweet little stupid boy... why?" He was almost to Luke, his heart beat growing stronger, when he was knocked out of it, his eyes turning back to normal and his wounds closing.

"No." Michael said. "No no no." He stood up, hands in a fist. "YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY FUCKING SON FROM ME." He dragged Luke out of his sigil that he created, laying him to the side before creating a fresh one. He dragged Luke's body into that one, falling to his knees once again.

"I'm not gonna let you go, boy. I promise." Michael choked, trying to hold back his tears, knowing that his window was closing and that he had limited time. He cut himself up the arms again, this time, taking it a step further, drawing a mini sigil on his chest with the blade, doing the same for Luke. Grabbing his son's hand, he pressed it to his chest, him doing the same. "Come on. Come on. Let me in." His eyes turned black again and he found himself back in the same spot, his closest to Luke he's been. All you could do was watch in horror. The sigils, all the blood, your daughter who was still passed out in your lap.

"Please..." you whispered as tears continued to fall from your eyes. "Please not my son..." You rocked back and forth, holding your daughter close to you.

"Follow my voice, Luke." Michael said. "Come on, son. You're almost out. You're almost out." And then bam, Luke shot up, choking on his own blood and gasping for air. "Ssssh. Ssssh. It's okay, I'm here." He threw his bloody arms around his father, clinging to him for dear life. He already knew that he was going to be in a world of trouble. Michael never liked to discipline the kids when he was angry. He would wait until he calmed down and then he would hand out punishments.

"Im s- ss sorry, dad." he said, choking on his tears as well. "I k- know you told me not to, but I just wanted to see it all. The past. I wanted to understand you better. I was just trying to learn about you that's all. I'm so sorry."

"Hush." Michael said, helping Luke to his feet. He waved his hand over his body, immediately closing any wounds and then doing the same to himself. "We'll talk about this later. Go to your room."

"But dad-,"

"Now." He didn't question it any further, scrambling to his feet, running to give you a hug before darting in the house and into his room. Michael rushed over to you and Kayleen, kneeling beside you.

"I'm getting real tired of being on my knees for the wrong reasons." he chuckled at you, hoping to relieve some of the stress that you were under. He put his hands against Kayleen's forehead and was met with a sigh of relief. "She'll be okay, Y/N. I promise. Nothing a little cold compress and some tea won't fix, yeah?" You were speechless, staring at the ground blankly. You can't believe what you just saw, but Michael understood. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before scooping his daughter up into his arms and bringing her inside to her room where he laid her down, applying a cold compress to her forehead before tucking her in.

When he came back outside, you were still speechless. He lifted you up off the ground too, carrying you bridal style back into the house.

"Y/N." he called out to you, trying to break the trance you got stuck in. He called out to you multiple times and when they failed he had to resort to his magic to snap you out of it. "Hellooooo. Earth to Y/N."

"Huh?" you asked, looking around frantically, about to start screaming again. Michael could sense that and immediately put his hand to your mouth, listening to your thoughts.

"Everything is okay." he said.  "Yes, the children are fine. Kayleen is resting and I told Luke to go to his room. I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth now, but you have to promise me that you will not scream or do anything to alert the kids." You nodded and watched as Michael slowly removed his hand from your mouth. You immediately jumped up, wrapping your arms around him in a deep hug, face nuzzled into his chest.

"I thought we lost the both of them, Mike. I can't lose my babies.. not because Luke wants to be so hard headed."

"I won't let the boy kill himself. That I can promise you, my love. As long as I live and boy do I plan to be around for a long time, nothing will ever happen to our kin. Plus, the boys a fighter. He got that from me."

"Not funny." you said, shoving him lightly in the chest and wiping away at your tears.

"Seriously, Y.N. That's another one of my promises to you. I will protect you and our children." He kissed your forehead, running his hands through you hair before pulling you closer to him. "Cry no more. It's okay now."

And you'll rule the world. They'll bow to you and attend to your every need That I will make sure of, Luke.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid

#cody fern #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #ahs #ahs apocalypse #american horror story #american horror #michael langdon x reader

[vintagedolan]

forgetful (egd)

it’s not like Ethan to forget things, so there’s no way he forgot your birthday... right?

word count: 4.2k

requested by: anon (thank you beeb!) 

warnings/tags: sad!ethan, forgetting of a birthday, panic attack, mentions of sean, angst (but it’s resolved cause im a weak fluffy bitch oops)

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

This was one elaborate plan, you’d give him that. And he was hiding everything so well that you were ridiculously impressed. You went along with it, not wanting him to think that you were suspicious of anything.

“You all packed?” You asked, pouting a bit as he zipped up his bag and stood it up on its wheels. 

“Yep. It’s just for a few days, I’ll be back on Thursday. Need some family time with Mom,” he reassured you. 

Thursday. Your birthday. 

You never really made a big deal out of birthdays but after you had gotten Ethan two new custom longboards for his, he had promised you an epic celebration for your big day. And he hadn’t let you in on the secret at all. It took all your self control not to pry and ask questions as you followed him out to the car where Grayson was waiting. Was he even going to Jersey? Or was this all some big ploy? You wouldn’t put it past him. Either way, you knew you weren’t going to see him for a few days, which pulled at your heart strings a bit.

“Okay, well fly safe, and let me know when you all get there,” you wrapped your arms around his torso, squeezing tight. He nuzzled into your hair for a moment, squeezing you even tighter than he usually did. Between the way he was talking and that, you could tell something was definitely going on. 

“I will. I love you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you goodbye. It was quicker than usual. It only convinced you more.

“Love you too,” you smiled at him, letting go and moving to hug Grayson goodbye. You waved until they were out of sight before going inside, with a million thoughts of what he could be up to running through your head. 

He text you a quick made it safe about 6 hours later, right on time for a landing in New Jersey. You sent back some hearts and a response. 

Have fun hanging with your mom, I know you’ve missed her. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you! It was a subtle way of trying to assure him that he didn’t need to be talking to you when he should be visiting with his family. 

He sent back a I will baby, I love you too and you left it at that. 

The next day went by fairly slow for a Monday. You piddled around the house, getting some work done and generally just relaxing. Ethan FaceTimed you around noon, and was acting even weirder than before. Something was definitely up, and you couldn’t help but get a little bit excited. He must be planning something big if he was this nervous about it. 

Tuesday was even weirder. He sent you a good morning text, but you didn’t hear from him again until that evening, and when he called you could tell that he was exhausted and wasn’t much in the mood for talking. It puzzled you some, but worried you more than anything. 

“Are you okay baby? You seem a bit off,” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I need to go to bed. I love you.”

“I love you too, get some rest.” 

By Wednesday, you were actually starting to get concerned. You considered texting Grayson - if Ethan was actually upset about something, his brother would probably tell you. But you felt bad at the idea of going behind Ethan’s back so you waited. 

It was 9pm your time, which was midnight back in Jersey, when he finally facetimed you. He was in a bit higher spirits, which made you smile. His day was much more interesting than yours had been, so you listened to him talk about anything and everything, just content to hear his voice. When he finally got through all the events, he asked all about yours. There wasn’t much to tell, but you walked him through.

“I’m sure tomorrow will be more eventful,” you teased, rolling your eyes a bit.

“Yeah, about that. Cam is coming to surprise mom tomorrow, and Gray and I are gonna stay an extra day so we can see her. It’s been ages since we’ve all been home,” he explained. You balked. Was he kidding? You watched him closely, trying to see if he was joking or not. You noticed that he was fidgeting a little bit, one of his nervous habits. Something else was up. 

It clicked for you then - he was probably setting up the surprise, wanting you to think that he wasn’t even going to be in the state. Sneaky.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you responded, secretly looking around the screen to see if you could spot a camera. He would be filming this for sure if there was a video, and you didn’t want to ruin it.

“I was wondering if you could do me a favor tomorrow though. Louis Vuitton is getting a shipment of new stuff in for me and Gray, and we’re supposed to pick specific stuff by Saturday, do you think you could go get it and bring it home so we have more time to decide once we get back?” 

There it was. 

The weird get-you-to-a-certain-place excuse that was customary with any Ethan surprise. You breathed out a sigh - for a second there you really thought that he had forgotten. This was one of his less creative ideas, but you rolled with it anyways. 

“Yeah, I can get it. What time am I supposed to go?”

“Whenever is fine! Thank you baby,” he offered you a soft smile.

Weird. Usually he would be specific on a time. Oh well. He definitely just needed you out of the house so he could set up whatever it was. 

“You’re welcome. Isn’t it like 1am there now? You should be asleep,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, we’ve gotta get Cam pretty early in the morning so you’re probably right. Well, I love you, I’ll check on you tomorrow. Goodnight!”

“I love you too, goodnight baby.”

It was hard to sleep that night. Your mind was racing with a million different things, trying to think of what he would be planning. He was probably on a plane already. You woke up throughout the night, convinced you were hearing him sneaking in. But eventually you fell asleep with no dreams.

And when you woke up the next morning around 9am the house was empty and quiet. You didn’t feel any older, and to be honest it didn’t feel much different from your past few birthdays - you usually spent them alone. You walked around the house cautiously, peeking around corners to see if someone was there to jump out and surprise you. No one showed, so you simply went to the kitchen and made yourself a quick breakfast. 

Once that was done, you went back to Ethan’s bathroom and started getting ready. It had been awhile since you’d done a full face of makeup, and you put on one of your favorite outfits as well just to make you feel nice.

As you were putting your shoes on, you felt your phone buzz. 

Morning baby! what’re you up to? was the text from Ethan that came across your screen. 

morning! I’m headed to louis to get your alls clothes

You felt the butterflies starting to mount as you headed out to the car. Who knew what was gonna be there when you got back. Deciding to make the most of it, you stopped by your favorite coffee shop and got a drink on your way to the store. The workers were nice as always, even helping you to get all the garment bags into your car before waving as you drove off. 

The excitement mounted with each minute that passed on the way home. You were practically bouncing by the time you got to the driveway, opening the gate and pulling in. Nothing looked different - of course, he would have hidden the cars somewhere. 

You gathered all the garment bags, holding them high above you so they didn’t drag the ground, hoping you wouldn’t drop them if someone jumped out. 

Opening the door slowly, you braced yourself.

And nothing. 

Nothing happened. 

You kept walking, placing the bags down over the couch. 

“Hello?” You said, listening to the echo. There was no response. And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. 

No one was here. 

No one was coming.

You’d been forgotten. 

The tears came quickly, hot and angry down your cheeks. It took a moment for you to realize that you were actually embarrassed. You’d made up a whole scenario in your head that your boyfriend was planning some major surprise for you, when in reality he was actually across the country with no idea what day it even was. It stung much more than you thought it would. 

And so, you sat on the floor and cried, leaving tear stains on your outfit and throwing a full on pity party. You felt stupid, and childish, and unloved all at the same time. A tiny sliver of hope remained, but when you got a snapchat from Grayson of them in the car with Cam, it faded too. 

After about an hour you managed to get yourself up off the floor, going through the motions. You hung the boys clothes up in their closets, cleaned up your makeup; it was still your birthday. You were going to try to have a good day if you could. So you went back out to the grocery and bought yourself a cake. A whole ass cake in your favorite flavor, and you had the bakers write “happy birthday to me” on top of it in white icing. 

As you drove back to the house, your sadness started to turn into anger. You didn’t deserve this shit. You deserved to be celebrated on the one fucking day of the year that was about you. And you were happy that Ethan was getting to see his sister - you really were. If he had told you about it and been apologetic that he couldn’t be there for your birthday, you would have understood. But it was so very obvious that he’d completely forgotten, and that was what bothered you the most out of anything. 

When your phone rang with a facetime from him, you knew better than to answer it. You would say something that you really, really regretted. You let it ring through as you pulled in the driveway, carrying your cake inside and sitting it on the counter. Your phone rang again, and you ignored it. 

He seemed to give up, and sent you a text instead.

Hey baby, we ended up needing to get a flight tonight so I should be home around 11 or so your time. didn’t want you to get scared if you heard me. can’t wait to see you, I missed you!

You closed your phone. You didn’t trust yourself to not be an asshole. You knew that as soon as Ethan realized what was going on he was going to feel absolutely terrible. So you didn’t want to be a complete asshole. But... that didn’t mean you couldn’t be a little bit petty. 

So you decided to stay up until he got home. And by stay up, that meant waiting in the kitchen for him with your cake on the counter so he could realize exactly what had happened. Petty. But justified. 

The wait was long, but worth it when you finally heard them coming down the driveway. You started eating the cake, making sure to just get the corners because you wanted the words to stay visible.

The door clicked open and shut, and you heard the rustling of the boys coming in.

“Tell Y/N I said hey if she’s up, I’m going the fuck to sleep,” you heard Grayson explain, not even coming into the kitchen.

Good. You didn’t want him in the middle of all this anyways. 

Ethan almost passed you on his way to his room, but you caught his eye. His entire face lit up when he saw you, and you felt your resolve to be petty crack a little. He was so damn cute, it was hard to stay mad at him. 

“Baby you didn’t need to stay up! I figured you’d gone to sleep early since you didn’t answer earlier,” he grinned, coming over to you. 

“I’m awake.” Your tone stopped him in his tracks - he was on his way to kiss you, no doubt. You were even surprised at how mad you sounded. It wasn’t like you to pick a fight. 

“I can see that. Are you okay?” He was more cautious now, looking around to see if he could figure out what was happening. You gave him a minute before you took another bite of cake to give him a clue.

He looked down at the icing, and you watched him mouth the words as he read it. 

“Did you buy a clearance cake or something? What’s going on? I’m confused.”

“I can wait until you figure it out.” 

You watched the gears turn in his head. When he looked up from the pastry, his eyes were wide. 

“What’s today’s date?” He asked, his voice meek.

“I’ll give you one guess,” you murmured, taking another bite.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no,” he said, hands coming up to his hair. He held his head for a moment, and you noticed that his chest was rising and falling too fast. He stumbled a bit, reaching back to catch himself on the counter. His hand slipped slightly - was he sweating?

You pieced it together immediately. 

Panic attack.

Any anger, any pettiness you had flew out the window. You dropped your fork, running over to him and grabbing his hand. 

“C’mon, come with me Ethan it’s okay,” you said, guiding him as quickly as you could to the room you shared. They always resolved quicker if he was in his most comforting place, so when you got him in the room you immediately guided him to sit on the bed. 

You knelt in front of him, holding his hands in yours. 

“Breathe in while I squeeze, out when I let go, okay? Just like we always do, and it’ll stop. I’m right here,” you reassured him, squeezing his hands. To your relief he was able to take a deep breath in with you, but he exhaled immediately, panic still overriding. 

“You’re. You’re gonna - leave.” He was gasping through the words.

“Ethan I’m right here. I’m right here, I’m not leaving, no matter what. Just breathe baby, just breathe.” 

It took almost 15 minutes to get him fully calmed down, and you only knew it was over when he opened up his arms for you. You climbed onto his lap, no hesitation, wrapping your arms around him. 

It didn’t matter how angry you were - nothing was worse than seeing the man you loved in pain. You couldn’t stand it. 

“I am actually the biggest piece of shit to walk the face of the earth,” he mumbled into your shoulder a few moments later. You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his hair. 

“No you aren’t, I’m -”

“If you apologize, I swear to god,” he cut you off and you fell silent as he sat up and looked at you. “Please, please do not try to make me feel better right now.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” You asked honestly. You felt guilty that your pettiness had caused him to panic so quickly. 

“Yell at me, scream at me, be fucking pissed off that I literally forgot the most important day of the fucking year,” he said, exasperated. 

“I’m not gonna do that.” You couldn’t do that was the correct answer. “Besides, I already had my fun. With the cake.” 

Ethan looked like he was going to explode.

“So I forget that today is your birthday. Not only do I not have a whole party and surprise for you, but I don’t even say happy birthday. And you spend the entire day alone, while I’m just fucking around on the other side of the country.”

“You were with your family, that’s not fucking around.” 

“While I’m just fucking around on the other side of the United States-” he repeated. “And your revenge on me was to buy yourself a cake...”

“And be petty about it,” you shrugged. He looked at you in disbelief. And honestly, you were surprised at yourself too. You’d been so hurt and mad earlier, but all that anger had left you somehow. Something about being with Ethan put you at peace, even in the most unsettling of situations.

“That wasn’t even being petty! What do you even mean!? How are you not screaming at me right now!?” He practically yelled. 

“I mean yeah, I was sad, but I pretty much hurt my own feelings.”

His face was actually red with frustration.

“Please explain what ridiculous way you’ve convinced yourself of that.”

You hesitated.

“It’s gonna make you sad.” 

He didn’t say anything, and you sighed, knowing he was gonna make you tell him. You looked down, toying with the hem of his shirt as you explained.

“Well, I thought it was kinda weird that you were going home so close to my birthday, so I kinda convinced myself that maybe you were surprising me or something. Like pretending to be gone, but actually you were gonna be here. And you seemed off while you were home, so I thought maybe you were just planning stuff, or maybe you were nervous about pulling it off. And I thought you asked me to go to Louis to get the clothes so you had time to set stuff up. But then when I got back I realized you were still in Jersey. So really it was only bad because I thought something was happening.”

“I am a piece of shit,” he repeated after a moment. 

“What was going on in Jersey that had you acting so weird?” You poised, trying to change the subject. He was going to continue beating himself up over forgetting, and there wasn’t much you could do to stop him, but you were genuinely curious as to what had been going on. You knew him well enough that you were sure that it was something - you’d just assumed wrong when guessing it was about you. 

His arms tightened around you slightly, pulling you to his chest while his cheek rested on your shoulder. Sometimes, he found it easier to talk about things when he wasn’t looking right at you. 

“It was Mom and Dad’s anniversary last week. It’s always really hard for her, and Grayson and I wanted to go see her to make sure she was alright, but we couldn’t get out there on the actual day. But we went to his grave on Tuesday, and I realized I hadn’t been back out there since the funeral. It stirred up a lot of emotions for everybody, but it was really nice being home with my family, even just for a little while. We facetimed with Cam while we were there, and she got upset too and wanted to see everybody so we got her a flight to come up for the day.”

You took a minute to process everything, and then you leaned back so that you could look at Ethan.

“Baby why didn’t you tell me? If I’d known all that I would have told you to stay longer.”

“I just... I didn’t want it to be a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.” 

“Yes it should. Your family is the most important thing to you, it always has been and it always will be. That comes before anything,” you reassured him. “If your mom was having a hard time, you did the right thing by going to see her when you could.”

“My dad always handled everything so well. Always had a million things going on at once and never dropped anything. And I can’t even remember two fucking things.” His voice was getting rougher, and you could tell his throat was tight. You put a hand behind his neck, running your fingers through the hairs at the nape of it.

“I just wish I could be more like him. I always fuck everything up.” 

“You don’t Ethan. You’re more like your dad than you’ll ever know, he raised you to be an amazing man. I see parts of him in you everyday.” 

And for some reason those words broke him down, and he began to sob. You hadn’t seen him cry like that in a while, but when you had, no words could comfort him. So you just held him tightly and let him cry his way through it, running your fingers along his back gently and occasionally pressing a kiss to his temple. 

When he had finally cried himself out he just melted into your shoulder and let you hold him for a while. It was a few more minutes before he spoke.

“This must be a wonderful birthday for you. Your asshole boyfriend forgets about it, then comes home and spends the last hour of it in a panic attack and then bawling like a baby over his dead dad. I sure do know how to bring the party huh.” 

You leaned back to meet his eyes, and he had been so monotone through the whole thing that you couldn’t help but laugh. Your giggle caused him to start to crack, and before you knew it you were both cackling so hard you were crying.

“We’re quite the duo,” you teased, taking his face in your hands and wiping his tears away.

“I really am so sorry baby. I feel terrible.” 

“It’s alright Ethan. You had a reason, and to be honest it was kinda fun being petty for a minute. I don’t get to do it often,” you said. He was already forgiven. To your surprise, instead of arguing, he took your wrist in his hand, turning it to look at the time on your watch. 

11:58

“It’s still your birthday. Can I give you your present?”

“You got me a present?” You perked up.

“Of course I did, I’m not that shitty.”

“Gimme,” you smiled, holding out your hands. He smiled at that, putting his hands on your hips and lifting you off his lap. You watched him as he went to his closet, reaching behind one of his shoe boxes to pull out a small blue wrapped box, followed by an envelope. You made a grabby hand at it, making him chuckle as he handed them over.

“Which one should I open first?” 

“You’re the birthday girl, you decide,” he grinned.

You opted for the envelope, pulling it open and looking inside. There were a few pieces of paper, but you chose the one with Ethan’s handwriting on it first. In his messy scrawl you read:

plus a shopping spree for anything you want to take with us :) 

“Take with us? Where are we going?!” You exclaimed.

“Open the rest of it,” he urged. 

You reached in and found two plane tickets to Maui. 

“Holy shit! We’re going to Hawaii!?” 

“We leave in two weeks. I figured it was about time we went there by ourselves. I got us a nice little villa to stay at, and we’re gonna go clothes shopping for whatever you want. Though, I do request you pick out many, many bikinis.”

You smacked his chest before you kissed him.

“This is too much. Way too much.”

“Not possible. Here, open this one. It’s not as exciting, but I think you’ll still like it.” He passed you the box and ripped off the paper. What else could he have possibly gotten you?

When you pulled open the box, you gasped. It was a beautiful ring, with a raw black crystal on it that had a tiny blue stone nestled in it. It was obviously hand crafted, and it was just your style.

“Ethan this is beautiful,” you said, picking it up and admiring it. “What kind of crystal is this?”

“It’s black tourmaline, and the little stone is zircon, which is my birthstone. Black tourmaline is for protection, so it’s my promise to you that I’m always going to keep you safe.” He took the ring from your hand and slid it onto your finger. 

“I love you,” was the only response you could form as you crawled forward and settled yourself back in his lap. You kissed him hard, trying to say what you wanted without the words. No one had ever gotten you a gift so meaningful. He kissed you back, responding to each move you made, reciprocating as you lead, hands wandering. 

He took you by surprise when he stood up, hands moving to your ass as he lifted you and carried you towards the door.

“Where are we going?” In all honesty, you didn’t care. 

“I’m declaring it birthday week, and we’re celebrating every day. So we’re starting day two with cake.”

“I have sad news.”

His feet stopped and he looked at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“It’s not dairy free.”

He gasped a bit in mock hurt, but it turned into a smile that you kissed off his lips a moment later.

“Well then, I’ll just watch you eat cake and think of all the ways I’m going to spoil you until your next birthday to make up for this one.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” 

#this was so hard because I KNOW he would spoil the shit out of his girl for a bday #so this was the only realistic thing I could think of happening #i hope I did your request justice beeb! #thank you!! #lynds writes #ethan imagines #ethan dolan #the dolan twins #dolan twins imagines #ethan dolan imagine

[slytherinbangchan]

Sunshine☀️ Chap23 (Stray Kids Social Media!Au)

🡲Chap1 here🡰

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Warnings: Smut in this chap.

So, 20 minutes have passed since the movie started and the only thing that happened so far was Seungmin switching places and lying between you and Jisung cause he couldn't see anything from where he was before. Everyone is silent and probably asleep. You yourself are fighting to keep your eyes opened when you feel Hyunjin's hand slowly moving to hold yours. You look at him and he smiles and again those butterflies in your stomach. 'They fell asleep' He whispers then kisses you right away making your heart race. You are not so sure how to react if we are being honest but it's not like you want to stop him, right? But are the guys really asleep? What if they're not? What if they see you kissing Hyunjin? What if... What if Jisung sees you? He wouldn't care right? Why would he? Don't be stupid, friends don't care about that stuff.

You feel Hyunjin's hand climbing up your inner thigh, making you forget about all that, and you blush as you stop him right before he reaches the top. His eyes on yours. 'Sorry'. He apologizes. His breath a bit shaky after all that kissing. 'I-I got too excited'. He says as he blushes lightly and you chuckle softly. 'You're cute Jinnie'. You say making him blush for real now. Then you cup his face with one of your hands to kiss him again. You're not sure why you stopped him. Maybe it felt too real for a moment, maybe you were still worried about the guys waking up and seeing you like that. But as you kiss Hyunjin again, that kind of stuff doesn't matter that much anymore. The movie keeps playing in the back and the guys are sound asleep. Hyunjin moans softly into the kiss as you palm him over his pants and you blush as you find out how big he is. 'Do you wanna go to my room?' He asks, again with a shaky breath, and you look at the guys for a moment to check if they're still asleep. 'Okay'. You say and he pecks your lips before carefully getting out of the pillow fort.

You follow him closely almost feeling guilty as you walk past Chris's and Jisung's rooms but you shake that feeling off your chest before it gets real and focus on the man you have right in front of you instead.

He sits on the bed against the headboard and smiles as you crawl to sit astride him. He's still sleepy and so are you but seeing him like that, with his hair all messy and his puffy face only makes the butterflies in your stomach alive again. You always thought he was ridiculously handsome but never imagined he'd be this cute too.

Soft moans leaving his mouth as you grind on him. You leave a love bite on his neck and he smirks. 'Ah, noona~ marking me already?' He asks and you kiss him hoping that way he won't notice the red on your cheeks. His hand quickly climbing up your thigh again, this time with no one stopping him. His thumb over your clit as you kiss. He presses lightly before starting making circular movements over it. And you're blushing, cause this is the first time someone who's not Chris or yourself is touching you and it feels weird but also good.

You moan on the kiss and stop him for a minute. 'W-wait'. You say still blushing and he chuckles softly. 'Yeah?' He asks and you mumble something. 'Ah.. sorry I can't hear you y/n'. He says and you blush even more if possible but lean over him to whisper in his ear. His hands grasping at your thighs now as he gets harder. 'Fuck, okay'. He says and you happily help him get rid of his pants losing yours too in the process. He kisses your neck as he squeezes your tits over your shirt and you whine. 'Please...' You beg.  'Okay, let me grab a condom'. He says and you nod then wait for him as he reaches for them on the nightstand. You watch as he puts it on and as much as he's shy about it he doesn't complain. A smile on your face as he leans over you to kiss, making some room for himself between your legs. And then you're suddenly thinking again of all the things that make you nervous about this situation. But you really want this. Even if you feel guilty for some reason. You don't want to feel guilty though. You may not be in love with Hyunjin but you sure like him a lot so why wouldn't you do this?

You whimper in pain as he begins to push his length inside of you and he stops. 'Noona... Look at me'. He says as he's noticed you were thinking of something else. 'W-What? It's not my fault. You're huge'. You complain as you blush and he chuckles. 'Are you sure you wanna do this?' He asks and you nod. 'Of course. I'm sorry... I don't know why this is happening'. You say and he smiles. 'Noona'. He calls you once again then pecks your lips and kisses your neck and jaw. 'It's okay. Try to relax a little'. He says with a soft voice as he takes a tiny lock of hair out of your face then pecks your nose. Your cheeks lightly blushed still but you listen to him and realize how tense you actually are.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath then look at him and smile before kissing him.

Fuck the guilty feelings. He kisses your neck as he finally slips inside of you now that you're relaxed. His thrusts are slow as you adapt to his lenght but later you ask him to speed up a bit. His hands on your hands. You bite his lower lip and he groans making you smile as you shush him. 'They'll hear us'. You say. 'Sorry'. He whispers before kissing you and then moves slightly to have a better angle. You moan quietly against his lips after he finds your g spot then he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb. You shake your head trying to hold back your moans and he smirks. 'I-Im... gonna...' You whine out and he leans over to kiss the pleasure tears falling down your cheeks away. 'Yes, come for me, noona'. He says and you come some seconds later. You bite your lips trying not to moan out loud and he kisses you for a bit as he keeps thrusting into you a bit slower. Your clit is throbbin but you ask him to move faster again as you feel a second orgasm building. 'Please, I wanna come with you. Just use me and cum with me'. You say and he groans at your words as he picks up the pace. His thrusts getting deeper as he's about to cum. He groans softly in your ear slowing the pace for a moment as he releases. Allowing you to milk him as you rub your clit, reaching your second high. He colapses over you and you kiss his neck. He turns his face to look at you as he smiles then pecks your lips before sitting up to get rid of the condom. 'Should we get a quick shower?' He asks and you nod then follow him to the shower as you kiss a hundred times. It seems like the guys are still asleep even after that shower but you decide it's time to get back to the pillow fort and maybe finish the movie. 'I'll play it again. We missed all of it'. You say as Hyunjin lies down and you look for the remote. He yawns and you chuckle. 'Don't you fall asleep too huh?' You say and he smiles. 'I won't'.

You spend like an hour watching the movie alone and then you hear someone stretching and yawning. 'Hey, welcome back'. You say as you smile and Jisung ruffles his hair a bit. 'Did I sleep a lot?' He asks and you chuckle. 'Yeah'. He looks at you with a slight frown. 'How do you know? You were with Hyunjin in his room'. He says and your heart stops for what it feels like an entire minute. He heard you? Or did he just saw you weren't there and he figured? 'Ah... I.. I was...' You stutter and he smiles. 'Don't worry, nor Seungmin or I will tell Chris about it'.  He says not losing his smile and you nod in silence. 'I'm sorry if you guys had to hear us'. You say and he chuckles. 'It's fine. Honestly you were way louder when you were with Chris hyu....Anyway'. He stops as he notices how hard you're blushing. 'Seriously Seungmin and I were so tired we barely heard anything. I promise'. He says and you nod again. 'Anyway you played the movie again? Let's actually watch it then!' He says, still smiling. 'Yeah, okay'. You say a bit concerned about how easy that was. Things are never that easy in your life.

Is he really okay with it?? Well, of course he is, he's your friend. Why wouldn't he? You shake your head hoping to get rid of those thoughts that way and focus on the movie but your chest hurts for some reason. You take a subtle look at Jisung as he watches the movie and your heart skips a beat seeing him smile at a horror movie. You smile to yourself and wish you were right next to him. Like when you two are alone and he asks you to softly caress his arm or to play with his hair as you watch the movie. But there's Seungmin between you two. And also... Also you fucked Hyunjin and he heard. That's probably between you two now too. You bite your lips trying to hold back some tears that suddenly want to scape. You don't regret what you did so why does it hurt anyway?

The doorbell rings snapping you out of that train of thoughts and waking up the rest of the guys. It's Jeongin with some ice cream so that's nice. Also with everyone up now you'll forget about that feeling in your chest for a while.

It's time to go and Jisung fights his way with Hyunjin to be the one walking you home.

And it feels so weird. Why does it feel weird? He's just walking you home like he always does. He's joking around as he always does. He's even more hype than normal.

You reach your house before you even notice and he hugs you good bye but you haven't been so talkative on the way home so he's worried. 'Damn y/n you're weird today, is it the hangover or did something happen with Hyunjin?' He asks and you tilt your head at him not knowing where this comes from. 'Fuck, did you want him to walk you home instead? I'm so stupid I didn't even ask what you wanted. I'm sorry y/n. I know we slept together and everything but I was missing you already so I wanted to walk you home'. He says and you blush. 'I mean not sex sleep but you know, we slept on the same bed so...' You chuckle and hug him again. 'Thanks for walking me home Jisung. I was missing you too'. You say and he blushes lightly. 'S-Sure'. He says as you pull apart from the hug. 'Do you... Want to meet tomorrow? Maybe only us? I had been wanting to take you somewhere' He says and you smile. 'Yeah, okay. Call me?' You say and he nods. 'Okay, good night Sungie'. You say then peck his cheek. 'N-Night'. He says waving at you as you walk away.

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Skz Social Media Au!

↳You met Chris at high school and have been dating since. You love him with all your heart but maybe not in the same way that you used to. You’ve talked it out with Chris a couple times before but you both always end up deciding to try and save the relationship cause you love eachother so much and it simply hurts when you think about breaking up. But, how long can you keep this up?

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

anyone wanna hear the story of how i found out supernatural was ending and proceeded to have the worst morning of my life?

(super-excessive rambling ahead. do not read the whole of it.)

so i don't remember the date but it was the day of my english 10th board exam. boards are like a series of subject finals, kinda the biggest exams conducted in a student's education in india, plus they're nationalized. so yeah, a massively big deal, and obviously the first thing i do waking up on this massively important day is open tumblr. there are about seventy messages and i'm confused cause i think i barely "talked" to ten people back then, but before i've even checked them out, the first post i see is a textpost about how the longest running joke universally across fandoms is that 'spn has been going on way too long and needs to end' but now that it is ending, all people can do is cry about it. for some reason, i don't process that post as fact™, assuming they mean a general "ending" instead of a "j2m announced last season" ending. anyways i move on to my messages, and all of them are people who've freaking the fuck out for at least a few hours (the advantages of being in a timezone different from of most people) and i go to my activity, still stunned, and someone's tagged me in a meta of some kind, and i check it out completely dazed and it's got gifs (already!) of the three of them standing there with teary eyes and jensen actually saying the words everyone had been screaming about in the chats, and it finally hits me that it's ending, supernatural is ending, it's going to be OVER, and it's already been decided when. obviously, the tears start, and literally crying in my bed, still under the comforter, i think i watched the video twice, without headphones in fact, which is extremely weird because i virtually NEVER do that, but as if anything else mattered at the moment!

i don't remember what all i felt in those moments but one of the thoughts that REALLY stood out was that i wish, wish, wish it lasted just one more year — so maybe supernatural could end at the same time as highschool ended for me, and it'd feel like the end of a phase of my life, but no, according to what they predicted (and not even kidding, now it's even worse) supernatural was going to end smack in the middle of senior year for me, obviously a super important, super stressful year, and god, i wished so hard it'd just go on ONE MORE YEAR somehow but look what happened now it's ending like three months before my college entrance exams and the competitive engineering exams and shit which is just absolutely perfect because it's doing wonders to my attention span and mental health and yeah i'm getting off topic i'm gonna come back to the topic now

it's two am rn and i'm weirdly tired of typing so what happens next is fucking wild, but i'm gonna hurry because i need to go cry some more into a pillow or a ao3 tab or something. so like a whole HOUR later i get up from bed. i've got to get dressed and shit, most important exam of my life YET and everything. so i start brushing, obviously scrolling through tumblr, obviously failing to not cry, and my mum walks in, and she doesn't know a thing about supernatural (even if she did, she would consider the idea of me crying over them announcing an ending RIDICULOUS) so she just assumes i'm sniffling and tensed up because i'm STRESSED and she tries reassuring me like i need fucking reassurance for ENGLISH of all things. anyway anyway anyway i have maggi for breakfast i think and i'm still pretty out of it and stuff but i get dressed in my uniform and put on the fucking blazer though its HOT outside but i like wearing the school blazer for exams but i underestimated how much of a physically draining effect the news and reacting to it would have on me, so then there's me sweating literal buckets and then we set off.

we're already late in leaving the house (why, i don't remember) and once we're at the centre, and my parents have dropped me off and wished me luck, i go to the gate, right. and THEN the guard gestures to my uniform and tells me i'm missing my fucking class ID. now i know i'm late so i panic on cue because shit shit shit i'm gonna be even more late, and i legit turn and look for mum and dad (we weren't allowed to carry our mobiles for the test) and what i see is that they've reversed the car and are about to drive out the gate and obviously my brain isn't really working so i fucking RUN AFTER THE CAR, like, i'm really not an athletic person, i avoid running as much as i possibly can, and i fucking lose my shit and chase the car down in like ten seconds of running cause it's only like ten metres away actually but the highlight of it all is that i run. in a public space. unprompted. with a shitload of emotions and anxiety and panic, and i basically almost sob in relief when dad immediately stops the car and pretty much pulls me in and tells me to stop worrying cause the house is like ten minutes away and i might miss the general waiting part and stuff but i wasn't gonna miss the exam. so THEN we start driving back and obviously because they are who they fucking are, they start arguing about which of them is at fault for this and who was supposed to check in on me carrying my seriously important ID and other crap, and then obviously they're yelling and that does even more wonders for my state of practically hysteria, but i hold it together until we get home and i get the ID (which is on the bed, probably was under my blazer or something) and we set back off, and i know we're late, and i know supernatural is ending, and i know it's going to take a part of me really, and mum and dad just won't stop yelling at each other about god knows what, and i manage to squeeze in the first time in SO many years that i cry in front of my parents right there in the backseat, and they're sort of stunned because i really don't cry (in front of people) and then there's just me losing it in a mixture of helplessness and nerves and anger for some reason and just. whoa.

ANYWAYS we get to the centre (in time for the exam, but like fifteen minutes later than i SHOULD have gotten there) and dad talks to the teacher and stuff and it works out because obviously it's a really important exam they're not going to make me skip it, and i go straight to my classroom — also did i mention these exams aren't held in our own schools but like, different test centres, so basically a different room and desk each day in a different school from mine, ugh, i hate new places — and i find out i have the FIRST bench of the second column which lowkey sucks because it's too public really, but at least my best friend's sitting like diagonally from me on the left, and my friends are basically sprinkled around the classroom as well and i see them eyeing me worriedly cause they were scared i might miss the exam but also because i was a MESS with bloodshot eyes and an outofit look in them and did i mention i was sweating like a dog all this time wearing a blazer because i'm just that idiot because yeah.

so then i calm myself down the best i can. sitting under a fan helps, taking off my stupid blazer helps, and seeing dish (beforementioned best friend) helps — because apparently she heard about the ending too (she's not in the fandom she just keeps up with news for my sake, yes, im very lucky to have her) and tries to cheer me up about it, but then it's time for the paper, and they give them out and...yeah.

three hours later, the exam ends, and i step out of that hall the most mentally exhausted i've been in YEARS. also i swear off tumblr until i've had lunch and napped and stuff because i was also functioning on extremely little sleep but i really think that part was obvious.

as it goes, i ended up getting a 95% in that paper :)

but to this date, my sister jokes about how i ended up getting my personal least marks of that year in english of all subjects which was supposed to be of my strongest suit heh all because of a six-ish minute video released in a different part of the world about something that wasn't even going to happen that year...and like. yeah.

that's it.

that's the story.

#you're advised not to engage #this gets long and messy #even though it's something i'm not mad about rn #but dee thought this would be a good way to release the sheer weight of supernatural ending tomorrow off my heart so yeah #i ranted my ass off #tw rant #ish? #personal #to delete

[eitelle]

Hi!! Congrats on 60 followers btw! 💗

I am a female and I’d like to matched up with a guy from Haikyuu. I am ENFJ, (but sometimes enfp). I’m outgoing and generally nice to everyone, but I have a very sassy, goofy personality. Naturally flirty and very affectionate, and my love language is physical touch. I have my moments when I get shy and anxious, especially around someone I really have a crush on. Yet at the same time I’m the person always trying to hug and cuddle my friends even after roasting them. My favorite colors are blue, red, purple and pink. I love some teasing. I’m passionate about acting and singing. I love to listen to all kinds of music. I have long curly blackish hair and I’m 5’2. I’m a Gemini Sun, Cancer Rising and Gemini Moon. I am a caring and adaptable person, and like to make people happy I always finding a way to slip a stupid joke in🙄( joking is my coping mechanism) . My favorite food is tacos. African-American, and I like someone that I can relate to. I don’t have a specific type, but I do like someone with goals and passion. I like someone I can laugh with and also have real conversations with. I’m so into the romantic lovey-dovey stuff, yet sometimes I act like a little boy💀. I can be loud asf, even just when normally talking cause I usually have a lot of energy.

As far as style goes, it varies from 12 year old boy with some joggers and a t-shirt wayyyy too big for me , to like a 90s baddie with some hoops on, to girly with skirts, sweaters and some knee high socks. As far as accomplishments go, I’ve won state in theater and continue to pursue acting. It’s something I’m very passionate about. Some flaws of mine are overthinking and my anxiety. Like I’ll overthink an entire situation before I really know what happened and assume that someone like hates me. Or I’ll assume I’m talking to much and that’s it’s annoying so I just kinda.. shut down. My anxiety can get kinda bad, i get all shaky and I care a lot about what people think of me (although I try to deny it). So I’ll need someone who can bring me back to earth every now and then. But it’s getting better with time and I’m trying to stress myself out less. When I’m out I’ve got such a big personality and I’m making dumb jokes and dancing, but when I get home I’m just chilling and watching anime. (Although I will dance and make jokes if I feel like it). And I’m a night owl!

Sorry if this was too much!! I really appreciate what you are doing 💗.

OH MY GOD IM AN INFJ THAGS SO COOL!! MY ONLINE PERSONALITY IS LOWK ENFJ THO SO I THINK THATS SO SWAG SHSHSHS (if u recall me saying otherwise shhhhh thats when i trusted 16personalities) ALSO STATE IN ACTING??? UR SO COOL WTF?? ANYWAYS

ok i was actually just wanting to do a matchup w this character n it just so happens u seem to literally fit what id say is his ideal type so i have matched you with: semi eita

GOSH I LOVE HIM OK HCS: (also im so sorry for doing these so late shshs 😖)

forst of all hes def helping w ur lines

like hes such a good person to help prep u

hes also like lowk very lowkey shdhd and honest/blunt so if u ever get an anxiety attack i think hed tell u how it is like straight up n that ur overreacting but in the way that snaps u back to reality

n hes like ur anchor shdhd

i think thats so cute

and sometimes he gets stage fright so i feel like your presence would just help comfort him

OOH ALSO YALL WOULD PROB RELEASE SO GS TOGETHER

N HED LOVE SINGING W U 😫‼️

i feel like hed call u angel, his muse, or his bitch. no in between.

i also feel like he loves how hes so pale and his hair is gray and hes tall n ur lowk short n ur skin is darker and ur hair is like complete opposites and he loves that

like the opposites but fits so well together thing

yall def listen to ricky montgomery together idec.

and taylor swift.

ooh i know for a fact that mans had a hamilton phase but thats why hes so hot tbh

yall also make like photo/mood boards of yall or playlists lol i feel so lonely rn help-

if one of ur anxiety attacks comes in public u know this man is gonna pull the “im famous u want a photo?” to drag attention away from u shdh

oh u def call him suga by “accident” to make him mad HAHAHSJSH

prob the clubbing people but i could see him n u watching anime together and u accidentally hum the ops while harmonizing by accident sometimes shahsgdj

GOSH OK THAT WAS LONG SORRY OK ANYWAYS NOW ITS TIME FOR A ONE SHOT!! (also if u ever need to talk ab something my dms r always open!!)

IS THAT THE TOUNGE N LIKE TEETH THING BUT IN ANIME??/7;6&3);&;7: I JEVER NOTICED THIS WHAT THE FUCK

on a normal friday night, a (your age) person would normally be out with friends, or maybe even going clubbing. but not you, no you and your boyfriend were sitting on the couch, howl's moving castle on your tv and your head on his chest.

it was a chill day to say the least, you and him both having a full day off and spending it like this the two of you too exhausted from the weeks events already. you had random music playing in the background. by random i mean random it went from ed sheeran to lil uzivert all the way to BTS; needless to say it was kinda a mess. but that was how you liked it.

all of a sudden ‘The Schuyler Sisters’ from the original broadway cast of hamilton: the musical started blasting interrupting the beautiful silence w background noise.

you turn to look at your boyfriend, your chests now pressed against each other to look at him staring just past you at his phone, a light pink blush tinting his ears.

“a hamilton kid i see..” you tease playfully noticing how he flushed even deeper.

“o-oi shut up, my- my mom set it for me ok?” he tries to say, his excuses unheard as you burst into laughter tired of holding it in.

“we- well at least pick it up,” you say between laughs.

“fine. hello?” he says as he answers the call. “oh- but today, no i understand. of course. ok ill be right there.”

as he shifts you look at him all of a sudden concerned, you didn’t want your boyfriend overworking himself afterall.

“darling is everything ok?” you ask afraid of the answer. then you notice how hes not meeting your eyes and how hes tapping his knee with his pointer finger. his little tell he was trying to hold in laughs. “oh haha very funny semi now drop the act can we please just go back?” you try to reason.

“oh but getting u annoyed like this is so cute >w<“ he laughs seeing you grumble about how he was ‘so annoying’ as you turn to ignore him.

“oh shut up.”

“make me :p”

“maybe i will,” you say before stuffing a pillow in his mouth and leaning your head against it. “now enjoy the movie.” </3

HES SO PRETTY OML 🤩🤤

ohmygod now its time for my last texts for this event ahhh

OK I HOPE U ENJOYED SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE SHDGSH

#AHHHH AHHHH AHHHHHH #OH MY GOD #IM GONNA CRY WOW #THIS EVENT #HAS BEEN #WOW #YEAH #michelles 60 follower matchup event #SHDHJSHDJDHDJD

[ubernoxa]

The Token: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 10: A Little Black Book

Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. Did Michelle think it through as she chopped her hair? Nope. All she knew was that she wanted to make it on the strip. If she had to mascarade as a guy, so it shall be.

Chapter Summary: After Duff accidentally reviews that she is a girl she tried to not get kicks out of the band. The little black book part is inspired by @niksixx

MASTERLIST

Taglist: @viralwolf02 @littlemisscare-all @smokeandmirrorz @aratbaby @slashscowboyboots @achiweyow @queen-crue

I had never knew a room filled with music could be so silent. The notes that were once filling the small room had gone silent. No, the record Slash had chosen earlier hadn’t stopped play. Instead my brain had gotten rid of the sound. I focused on my breathing, frozen in place while my mind raced a thousand miles per a second.

“Slash...I..” I stood up and started to walk over towards him as I spoke. Maybe he would be okay with this? Maybe this wouldn’t destroy my position in the band.

Before I could continue, Slash shot up and walked past me heading towards the stairs, practically running me down in the process. As he bumped into me, I lost balance and fell back onto the couch.

Fuck. There was no way this wouldn’t have repercussions.

I felt like a mute as I tried to say something to

Slash. I didn’t know if it was my brain or my lips, but one of them was failing me.

“Aren’t you going to fuckin say something?” I screamed across the room. Slash froze when he was halfway up the stairs.

“Leave me the fuck alone.....just...what the fuck....Michelle.” He didn’t yell. I expected him to scream at me. He had every right to be mad or angry or furious. I would be the first to say that what I was doing was by no means normal. What I was doing was fucking insane.

I tried to keep my breathing even and hid my face in my hands. It was moments like this where I wished that I still had my long hair. It was a curtain for me to hide behind, but here I was still on a couch burying my head in my hands trying to figure out what the actual fuck I could do to save this situation.

I practically jumped out of my skin when I felt something cold touch my shoulder. I looked up to see Izzy silently offering me a glass of cold water. I began to sip the water, hoping that maybe it would sober me up.

“What the fuck do I do Izzy?” I hadn’t meant for it to sound desperate, but it had.

“Fuck if I know Shelly. Just go talk to him. He is probably really confused,” Izzy shrugged joining me of the ratty couch.

“Well he seemed pissed off”

“He has every right to be!”

“But Izzy, you weren’t mad. You didn’t seem to care,” I quickly shot back.

“Well first off, I was rather annoyed that you lied to me.”

“Really?” I turned towards him. I wanted to slap myself at my own stupidity. Of course he was mad at me. I LIED TO HIM.

“Well yeah,” he laughed back.

“Why were you so calm about it? You never yelled at me,” I sent him a confused look as I spoke.

“I don’t care if you are a chick or a guy. I know some do, but I don’t give a damn. Also, it was actually kinda fun to mess with you,” he admitted before finishing off his beer.

“Does Slash care?”

“No, I don’t see why he would honestly.”

“Then why is he mad? Why did he storm off?” I shot back.

“Shelly, you ripped off your shirt and said I am a girl!’ Not very subtle of you. Finding out your bandmate is a chick is a lot to proceeds...trust me,” I rolled my eyes at his reply.

I eyed the staircase for a couple of second before deciding to head upstairs to talk to him.

When I stood up I felt Izzy grab my wrist and pull me back.

“What the fuck Izzy, I gotta go talk to him!” I shot back.

“Just let him simmer, you’ve had a long week,” I ignored Izzy’s comment as I headed up the stairs. I could have sworn he said something as he watched me walk up the stairs, but I ignored it.

I remained frozen in front of the only closed door. I took a deep breath before knocking.

After a couple of moments of silence I tried knocking again, but once again silence filled the air. Did he escape? Maybe he crawled out a window or something.

I slowly opened the door, and was met by a loud groan.

“Izzy, this isn’t like some of the bull shit we deal with Axl. You don’t need to fix it. Just leave me the fuck alone...” his voice trailed off as our eyes met while I walked into the small room.

His room was dark. The only reason I could see him was a dim light outlining his features coming from a streetlight.

“Well I’m not Izzy,” I stood awkwardly in the doorway leaning against the doorframe.

“Then who the fuck are you?” I remained frozen at his question.

When he leaned forward, the light finally showed his face; however, I couldn’t look at him in the eyes. Instead I was distracted. I was distracted by the snake that was casually wrapped around his arm. I felt petrified as I looked the creature in the eyes. By the way it kept me frozen in place, it was like the snake was plucked from Medusa’s head.

I heard him chuckled and I immediately looked him in the eyes, pulling my attention from the snake.

“You ever seen a snake before?”

“Yeah, I saw a garden snake once....this one is...a little bigger,” this earned some laughter from slash.

“Yeah...she is a little bigger,” I could tell that he was finding my uneasiness hilarious as he continued to chuckle at my reaction.

I sat on the ground, not inching towards the snake as I watched it flick its tongue in the air.

“Is...is that...is that some sort of hissing?” I focused on my breathing as I spoke, making sure to keep a calm relaxed diminutive. You’re supposed to remain calm around bears, so maybe..maybe it would work the same for snakes. At the end of the day, it couldn’t make things worse.

“No, quite the contrary. She is just tasting the air,” Slash casually responded as he lifted his arm up to get a better look at the snake.

“Are you sure....” I spoke not much louder than a whisper. I made sure to keep my voice soft, not wanting to provoke the creature.

His laughter filled the room once again.

“Yes I’m sure. She isn’t clinging onto me any tighter. She’s just chilling. Wanna come closer?” I froze again at his offer.

Hell no.

Hell the fuck no.

There was no way in hell that I was getting any closer to the hissing beast than I have to.

It wasn’t until he spoke again that I began to contemplate taking a few steps closer.

“Come on, no need to worry. I think she likes you,” I nodded as he spoke and slowly scootered forward, my eyes never leaving the snake.

“Just remain calm as you are, and you should be fine,” I nodded at Slash’s words. Just remain calm, and everything will be fine, I repeated to myself over and over again. Im not going to die today.

Within no time I felt like I was face to face with the beast. How many snakes did he have? I hoped just one. I was in no position or mood to meet a second snake tonight. I froze again when I made eye contact with the snake. I couldn’t tell what it was, but I felt a calming sense flow through my body as I stared down the creature.

I looked up to see Slash smiling down at me as he stroked the beast.

“Is it tightening around your hand?” I whispered.

“No...she is still calm,” I relaxed as Slash replied. At least someone in this rundown place didn’t hate me.

My eyes stayed focused on the beast as he explored Slash’s hand. Slithering around every which way it pleased, clearly causing no harm to Slash. I looked up to see a wide grin grow across his face.

“What?” I inquired as I felt his gaze on me.

“Nah it’s nothing,” he immediately shrugged it off, but I wasn’t taking such a lame excuse as an answer.

“Hmmm...I beg to differ,” I teased back.

“No..well...it’s just that the last person to meet my little girl here was Axl..and he...,” I interrupted him before he could continue.

“Let me guess, your little girl here didn’t like him.”

“You are spot on,” he smiled back, once again looking at his little girl...as he called it.

“Well she isn’t the first and probably won’t be the last girl to hate him,” I teased back, my own laughter erupting and filling the room.

“Shh, not too loud. She likes it quiet,” Slash said, his smile never leaning his face as he tried to hide his laughter.

I nodded and looked back at the snake. A comfortable silence filled the room as the two of us watched his snake relax on his hand. It was rather clear that since the snake appeared to like me, slash hadn’t cussed me out or bitten my head off yet.

“Why?” Slash broke the silence as he spoke.

“Why what?” I quickly asked back without thinking. He sent me an ‘area you fucking kidding me’ look before rephrasing his question.

“Why are you pretending to be a guy?”

“I was tired of being a girl,” I shrugged back leaning into what I could only assume to be a nightstand.

I could tell by the look on Slash’s face that he was no please with my answer.

“Why?” I rolled my eyes as he acted like my little three year old cousin repeatedly asking questions.

I let out a sigh as I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.

“I was tired of all the bull shit that comes with being a chick on the strip! Do you know how hard it is for a girl to make it on the strip? Whenever I show up to a gig, I’m immediately treated as either A) a potential sex symbol or B) someone who knows absolutely nothing about playing music. For Christ’s sake, if I had a dollar for every time I had someone mansplain to me on how to play, I wouldn’t ever go hungry. I just...it’s exhausting....and I just wanted a change,” I sighed before I took a sip of the vodka that I was holding.

“How much of it is true,” I could feel my eyebrows scrunch as Slash spoke.

“How much of what is true?” I asked back, trying to get my mind wrapped around what he was getting at.

“The rumors I have heard about you and Pixie?” I laughed at his question. There were hundreds of rumors of what happened between me and my old band.

“Slash, man you’re going to have to be more specific,” I replied before offering him the bottle which he quickly took.

“Are you really that good at sucking cock that it got Pixie priority gigs,” he seemed hesitant as he spoke. Of course his first question was going to be sex related. I don’t know why I was surprised.

I let a laugh escape me as I shook my head, trying to find the right way to reply to Slash.

“I have never sucked cock or had sex to get a gig. It’s against my code,” I causally responded back as he handed the bottle back to me.

“Ohh,” he seemed a tad disappointed as he spoke.

“Why are you disappointed by that?” I shot back forgetting that there was a snake in the room.

“Well....if things ever went south with the band...you could...well you know...take one for the team,” he teased back. I couldn’t help but laugh at his response.

“It’s good to know we have a well thought out backup plan,” I teased before taking another sip of vodka.

Before we could continue, I heard a knock at the door, causing an abrupt end to our conversation.

“Slash did you kill our bassist?” I turned to see Izzy poking his head through the busted door.

“Nah, still breathing,” I felt a smile flash across my face as Izzy walked into the room.

“At least for now,” Slash added causing a soft giggle to escape my lips.

“Was I interrupting something,” I watched as Izzy appeared tense as he sat down next to me.

“Not really, Duff...uhh...Michelle..was just debunking some rumors I’ve heard about him...her,” I smiled as he tried to correct himself and use the correct pronouns. It was sweet of him, at least he was trying. To be honest, I truly didn’t care which pronouns his used, but I still appreciated his attempt.

“Well, I got a question then,” Izzy paused before he faced.

“Are you really that good at sucking cock to get gigs,” there was no force on Earth that would have been able to help me contain my laughter. If I was sober I would have been annoyed with their childish questions, but I was far from sober. I wondered if this question was on every guy’s mind. I wondered if maybe he was jealous.

“What?” Izzy immediately asked as laughter erupted into the room.

Once my laughter calmed down I turned towards Izzy, “I never sucked cock for gigs, but I am pretty good.”

“Says who?” I watched as a smirk grew on Izzy’s face.

“Says my little black book,” I teased back. I felt my heart quicken as I felt Izzy’s eyes on me.

“Ohh please tell me you don’t actually keep a book,” Slash stole my attention as he spoke.

“Fuck no, it’s just an expression,” I replied. I froze as I looked at the pair as they remained motionless in front of me.

“No...you guys don’t....that’s not a thing right?” I was baffled as they remained silent in front of me.

“Seriously? I expected this out of Nikki Sixx, but not you guys....” before I could continue, Slash interrupted me.

“Don’t worry, we don’t,” Slash motioned towards him and Izzy as the pair laughed.

“Wow, Axl fucking Rose has a little black book? I knew he had an ego..but Holy Shit..I didn’t think it was that big,” I laughed at the thought of Axl writing down the names of girls and where/how to find them to have sex.

“I wouldn’t be laughing too hard..you were almost in that book,” Slash added, causing me to freeze in place.

“No...seriously ?!?” I shot back.

“Can you blame him?” I turned my attention back towards Izzy. I watched him take another sip of his beer before eyeing me over.

Just like the snake that was wrapped around Slash’s arm, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my mouth around Izzy’s cock.

#gnr fanfiction #gnr imagine #gnr fanfic #guns and roses fan fiction #guns and roses fanfic #guns and roses fanfiction #guns #guns and roses imagine #guns n’ roses fanfic #guns n’ roses imagine #guns n’ roses fanfiction #guns n roses fanfiction #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses fanfic #slash imagine #slash fanfic #slash fanfiction #izzy stradlin fanfic #izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin fanfiction #duff mckagan imagine #duff mckagan fanfic #duff mckagan fanfiction

[musashi]

hey jess would it be possible to get a picture of your pokemon collection without the blue lights? the colored lights make it difficult for me to distinguish which pokemon you have ^^; my brain just registers shelves upon shelves of wobbuffet lol

YEAH sfdghfd i got lighting because my bookshelves are so dark its impossible to see the pokemon otherwise haha, they cycle thru the colour spectrum i just had em on blue in that shot. hopefully white lights are okee?

had to take pics of jessie & james’s shelves together cause the little water bottle cover wobbuffet hangs down to james’s shelf sdfgsgf. the second wobbuffet directly above jessie is a special one of a kind friend that @patheticnyas stitched me himself ;o; hes fulla beans and my pal and i periodically take him off the shelf to snuggle him

james’ shelf is kinda misc hence bewear and stufful but its mostly pokemon he has. the z ring on the bigger mareanie’s head is a reference to the end of the sm anime and i also keep my spare pair of glasses on her because she’s lovecore just like me. whenever i find bottlecaps lying around i wash them off and stack them on/around james like some kind of voodoo doll situation except i only do nice stuff to him so every james in the world always feels happy and serene. if you ever feel a wave of calm wash over you thats cause i put another bottlecap on ur voodoo chokkorisan. the oddish was a gift from @jessicarocket and the heal ball was a gift from @happylilraichu!!! both of them are a DTE reference from two of my biggest and sweetest fans :’3

meowth shelf is meowth. the meowth in the back w the curly whiskers is the oldest pokemon plush i own that i’ve had the longest. it was my first ever pokemon plush and i got it when i was 4 or 5 at a toys r us i would later work at and eventually close down. baby jessie kinnie me would carry meowth everywhere and talk to meowth constantly he was my best friend ever growing up.

oh and my essential pokemon book of joy! its a book TPCI released of inspirational pokeani quotes. when cons come back i really want to ask michele to sign its sfdgsdf

arbok o clok!!!!!! heres my snakes. i bought most of this collection from someone on pkmncollectors who was selling the whole thing for 70 fucking dollars it was a steal. that chubby lookin arbok in the back was a MAJOR steal, its a burger king plush from the late 90s that usually goes for about 50 bucks but i swiped it for 10-15 on ebay. some mom cleaning her kid’s closet BIN’d it at that price and i went ape.

mimikyu party! u cant entirely tell but the sideways dude in the back is shiny. 

various jessiemons!!!!!!! i just realized woobat is covering lickitung in this pic oops. theres a lickitung back there fdghfsgh

may monsssss. i keep the bandana from the cosplay over here too, it was a gift from my friend ash who’s url is escaping me at the moment dsgffsdg sorry ash OTL the rose was given to me by a random waluigi on sunday of con while i was in full may cosplay. i heard drew audibly screaming in my head the whole time it happened.

harleymons!!!!!!!!!!! cacturne is a bootie because there’s no fucking plush of cacturne and i was tired of not having a cacturne. contest fam buttons by @pocketvoyage @pokettoby who u should give all ur money to. the glittery rose was from @patheticnyas so i put it with his pokemon so they could be together in spirit :’3

i also collect contest fam mons in figure form! i need more solidad in my life seghfsgh i feel bad for not giving her pokes more attention. theres also some randos in here like the pika funko haha i had to swipe that cause it was a highly sought after work exclusive and i have a lot of funny stories about it.

ANNNND the rest of my rocket collection! plus some groudon over there cause me maxie. a LOT of these figures were gifts fgsfgfd. the figures in the back r stupid expensive and fully articulated and the best gift ever from jessica, so naturally i made them dab. the framed white pics are kinda hard to see but they’re animation cels (sketches, i cant fucking afford colours lmao, for pokeani they go for like 1k+) of team rocket from episode 14 of OS! the funky lookin pikachu in both these photos in the top right of this one was a glass sculpture my grandparents bought from a street seller in budapest and its very special to me because my family outside of my sisters rarely pays attention to me or acknowledges my interests. the other framed print is rachael lillis’s autograph!

i have michele’s too but im waitin on my paycheck to hit tonight to buy frames sdfgsgfd. if i can manage hayashibara’s i’ll have every jessie i’ve ever watched dfgfsgd.

i also have some misc plush chillin in a corner i always forget to take pics of! mostly gifts haha. but ive also got chokkorisan plush of the OG golden trio. i put the lil croagunk pin michele sent me on brock x3

#pokemon collection #comorbid corvid #wendy answers

[sombreboy]

Love Maze »4

Previous  » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 9.2k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, slight angst, homophobic slurs, alcohol consumption, descriptions of throwing up (due to the alcohol), dumb chaotic energy. A/N: A LOT happens in this one hahahah thank you @velvetwicebang​ for co-writing this with me ilysm and I love this rp, you’re so talented I will never stop saying this. Also amazing header made by lovely lovely mentioned.

The next day Jungkook was feeling tired, but he was adamant to go back to his usual routines. He was gonna dive back into being Jeon Jungkook, the golden boy that puts his everything into class and practice. First thing in the morning, he sat down in the classroom, when a new face was introduced to the crowd. He stood tall in front of everyone, a pearly white smile on his face as he introduced himself after the teacher gathered everyone's attention, "Hello. My name is Ash, thank you for having me." His introduction was brief, but he still seemed to charm the crowd. He was indeed good looking...Tall, even taller than Jungkook, well built, he must be an athlete, a strong jawline. His hair was dyed in a lighter brown, wavy subtle curls that were a little too long, dangling over his strongly defined, brown eyes. It wasnt surprising that he already swooped the females off their feet. However, his eyes had landed on Jungkook, who seemed to be completely focused on the papers in front of him.

As class resumed to normal, Ash had invited himself to take the empty seat next to the doe eyed boy, leaning in with a small smile, "Hey, what's your name?"

Jungkook glanced up from his books, his eyes taking a quick glance to trace the features of the new face, "Jungkook."

Ash hummed with a nod, "Im Ash. You know, I'm kind of behind on this, being new and all, care to catch me up?" In reality, he wasn't that much behind. He was just curious about the younger guy.

Jungkook didn't see why not, sliding his book over to share his notes, "Sure."    Ash gave him a small smile, and it was cute. Maybe this day wasnt completely terrible. It did distract him from the continuous loop of Taehyung in his mind.

~

Taehyung bet right, today sucked. Before he came across Jungkook and his new friend in the hallway, Tae had been casually taking a stroll with Hoseok during their break, half-assedly listening to the elder rant about his problems. “The thing is, she didn’t even kiss me back! She said my lips were too chapped— which, no the hell they aren’t. You think a thirty dollar chapstick would do that?!” Taehyung shook his head, knowing Hobi was expecting him to agree. “No, hyung. Your lips are fine. They’re.. the opposite of chapped..?” He glued on a strained smile, the obnoxious grin immediately dropping to the ground the moment Hoseok looked away, looking pleased with Taehyung’s answer, “Tae, you’re such a mood maker!” The said boy’s face stayed as emotionless as always, sharp eyes glaring ahead of him. “Thanks.” Fuck, he caught himself thinking about Jungkook. Again. The pair made a few more laps around the hallways, the elder doing most of the talking. However, when they turned at a corner, Hoseok’s voice increased in volume. “Kook!” His big smile was put on display, meeting Jungkook halfway. Before Tae was given the opportunity to fully register what was going on, his eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar member in the group. Was he new? He’s never seen him before. “Name’s Ash,” The unfamiliar male extended out his arm, introducing himself with a blinding smile on his face. “Yo, I’m Hoseok! Nice to meet you.” Hobi gladly took Ash’s hand in his, giving it a firm shake. Meanwhile, Taehyung stayed still, taking a couple of peeks at Jungkook without trying to make it too obvious. He had no intentions of getting to know the new kid, but the new kid was set on getting to know him. He extended out his hand once again, “I’m Ash.” “Huh?” Taehyung couldn’t care less, visibly uninterested. With a breathy chuckle, Ash opted for repeating himself, “Ash. Need me to spell it out for you?” Tae’s facial expression hardened, “No. I got it.” The corner of his lip twitched. The fuck kinda name was that.. Ash. It sounded like it belonged in the Warrior Cats books, “I’m Taehyung.”

“Nice to meet you, Taehyung.“ Ash flashed another smile as he withdrew his hand to settle it on his hip. He stood awfully close to Jungkook, their shoulders practically touching. Unless you had a sharp eye, you wouldn’t notice it within the group. “Well, nice to meet you guys.” Ash paused to look at Jungkook, “Kookie, it’s lunch time, no? Let’s head to the dining hall. You guys wanna tag along?”

Jungkooks eyes kept landing on Taehyung, remaining silent throughout the interactions. When his name was called, he nodded, but he didn’t expect Ash to invite the others. He held his breath, trying so hard not to care about whether or not Taehyung would accept this invitation. He still felt awkward. ~ What was it with the new kid and the constant smiling? It didn’t seem like a genuine one, either. Compared to Hoseok’s smile, Ash’s seemed more cocky and.. conceited.

Tae couldn’t exactly pinpoint to what it was, but there was something off about the guy. At least in his eyes. ..Maybe it was the way Ash was standing so close to Jungkook, the word ‘personal space’ a foreign concept to the both of them. No, that couldn’t be it. Taehyung didn’t care. He spoke too soon, his head snapping towards Jungkook’s direction for what it seemed like the hundredth time that day. ‘Kookie’? They were already on a nickname basis? How much did they know each other, surely they’d just met? “Yeah. Sure.” Mumbling under his breath, Taehyung looked over at Hobi, “We should be the ones asking him..” Nevertheless, they walked towards the dining hall and Hoseok invited Ash to sit with their group of friends. Taehyung sat himself across from Jungkook, watching Ash take a seat next to the younger as he flashed that same, stupid smile of his. Tae wanted to gag. “Hey, Ash.” Namjoon spoke up, picking up some of his food before popping it in his mouth. “What made you move here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Ash took a bite off his food, his eyes landing on Namjoon at the question, “Parents moved here for work, and I kind of had to just deal with it. You know?” He chuckled a breath through his nose, “I don’t mind though, my last school was pretty lame. So far I like it here, much better.” His hand subtly snaked underneath the table to land on Jungkooks knee, to make it a point with his words. Jungkook visibly tensed up, not used to the casual physical contact, towards him in this manner. Especially not by a guy, nor in public. He kind of liked it.. Kook gave him a small smile while chewing his mouthful of food, quiet but content. He almost forgot about how Taehyung would feel about this. And even if he did wonder, Tae said so himself, they weren’t dating. So it probably didn’t matter to him. Ash, however, was almost too aware of the way Taehyung kept looking at Jungkook when he wasn’t paying attention, and it both intrigued and annoyed him. Ash wanted Jungkook, and he was doing well so far.

“Im curious, what sport teams are there in this school? I’m considering joining one of them,” Ash changed the topic, aiming the question to the group in general. His eyes looked over the table, his hand gently rubbing circles on jungkooks knee, whom didn’t withdraw from his touch.. it was quite nice after all.

“Well, there is the soccer team, swim..” Namjoon’s words flew over Taehyung’s head, who was now poking at his food to keep himself entertained. He tried to not look at Jungkook all that much, he really did, eyes glued on the way his meal was mostly untouched. But, Taehyung felt like some words were left unsaid, he just couldn’t quite make out what they were. Suddenly, going back to ‘normal’ wasn’t as easy as he’d previously imagined it to be. When everything was ‘normal’, the taste of Jungkook’s lips was unknown, how the younger wrapped around him was unspecified, sleeping next to him was unheard of. Now, Tae was accustomed to different things. He fucking hated himself for it. “..Football in the fall, and lastly, basketball. Which, is the best sport in my opinion.” Namjoon’s cheeky smirk widened even further when Jin caught him, “Of course you think that. Joon’s the Captain.” Namjoon sat up a little straighter, proceeding to eat his food. “Why? You thinking of joining?” A smile tugged at Ash’s lips, “Maybe.” He looked over at Jungkook, reassuringly squeezing his knee, “I don’t wanna scare my parents by being gay and not trying out for an extracurricular activity. They already think I’m some sort of outcast.” Ash joked, knowing his parents were supportive of his sexuality. Everyone in the table had stopped moving mid-chew; Taehyung had nearly spilled out his invisible drink, “Wait, you’re gay?” “Taehyung!” Jimin slapped the back of the boy’s head, looking over at Ash with an apologetic expression on behalf of Tae. “That’s—That’s great! It’s a hard thing to come to terms with, you’re very brave.” Namjoon quickly stepped in, glaring at Taehyung.

Jungkook tensed underneath Ash's touch for a moment, ceasing his chewing. Suddenly the hand on his leg felt entirely different. But... it wasn't bad. Was he showing some kind of interest? How, what....He's never had this happen to him before, not like this.

''It's fine, don't worry about it,'' Ash gives Taehyung a quick smirk before giving his attention back to Namjoon, ''So, basketball, huh? Maybe I'll check that one out... Is everyone here part of the team?''

Jungkook nodded, for the first time participating in the conversation, causing all heads to turn even if it was just a simple word, ''Yeah.''

''You're in the team too?'' Ash turns to look at the younger, squeezing his knee a little harder, ''Then I'll have to join.''

Jungkook couldn't help but blush at the blunt statement, looking down at his food. He really wasn't used to this open flirting from a guy, or anyone really.

To everyone else at the table, Jungkook’s blooming blush was a first.. The rest of the boys exchanged secret glances between one another, eyebrows knitted together whilst some wore a cheeky grin on their face. Who would’ve thought that the new kid’s words had such an impact on their Golden Boy? Of course, Taehyung wasn’t part of that bunch. Unlike his hyungs, not a single ounce of amusement lingered in his features. With a scowl on his face, Tae abruptly sat up from his spot, his tray of food at hand, “Right, you’re gonna regret having that as your main reason to join.” He scoffed, looking at Ash before switching his gaze over to Kook, smirking, “Jungkook can get annoying as hell, and fast.” Taehyung forced out a snicker, not bothering to hear what Warrior Cat boy— or anyone else— had to say before throwing his bag over his shoulder, putting a hand up in the air as a farewell and walking away. “What the hell’s his problem..?” Ash wore a barely visible pout, eyes darkening at the thought of Taehyung. “I ask myself that everyday.” Jin sighed out loud, to which everyone else agreed.

Jungkook shrunk in his seat at his words. Did Tae really mean that? Fuck, it shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.. If Taehyung really thought that he was so annoying, somehow, it made it easier for Jungkook to shift his sadness over to anger. He didn’t need Taehyung-- because Taehyung didn’t need him.

Ash moved his hand to rub Jungkooks shoulder, his eyes still trailing after Tae until hes out of sight. He wasnt sure what was up between these two, nor what had happened to make Taehyung say such a thing. But one thing he was certain of, and that was; he didnt give a fuck. Jungkook was gonna be his.

"I'll think about joining the team, then" Ash chimed with a smile, infectious to the rest of the group as they seem just as thrilled about it. They surely could use another player, and judging Ash by his physique, he'd be a useful addition.

Jungkook grabbed his tray as he got off his seat, "Class soon, I'll see you guys." Kook paused, his eyes moving to meet with Ash's, "You coming?"

"Of course, Kookie." Ash winked at him, earning another flustered look from the younger. He turned to the rest of the group and bowed his head, his eyes lastly landing on namjoon, "Nice meeting you guys, I'll make sure to check out the team in action soon." He drew a wide, dimpled smile from namjoon before putting his arm around Jungkook, leading him out of the dining hall.

"So...." Yoongi spoke, turning the attention towards him, "Ash and Jungkook?" He shrugged, continuing to eat his food, while the rest of the group shared glances and smiles. Were their golden boy into guys?

Namjoon clasped his hands, jaw jutted in thought. This seems to be a lot more complicated than he thought.

~

“Kookie?” Ash dropped his hand on Jungkook’s toned thigh to get his attention, merely resting it there. Setting his pencil on the table, he solely focused on Kook’s face instead of the loose piece of notebook paper that was scribbled over with mathematical equations, “That.. Taehyung guy..” Ash knew it was stupid to worry; Taehyung had nothing on him in terms of physical appearance and, now— after getting to hear him talk during lunch— personality. But despite all of that, he couldn’t help but wonder.. “Are you guys close?” His thumb now brushed over the fabric of Jungkook’s jeans, tongue swiping over his lips, “I mean.. he’s a complete asshole.” Ash said with a shrug of his shoulders, already not too keen of Kim.

There it was again, the hand on his leg. The casual, yet intimate touch from this man had become very frequent in an extremely short amount of time. And Jungkook decided he’d let it happen, he liked it. Why wouldn’t he? Ash was strikingly good looking, blessed with a face that had anyone turning their head as he walked by. And he seemed to give a fuck about him. Not to mention the nickname that already had him feeling certain things, “Close? No,” Jungkook shrugged, there was no way he would mention their short lived friends with benefits ‘romance.’, if one could even call it that, “He is a total ass.” Jungkook agreed, but a part of him protested.

Even if he was a total douchebag, there were moments of privacy where he was anything but that. But he would never see that part again, they both made that clear.

“Yeah? Oh, what a relief.” Ash smiled, inching his hand up Kook’s thigh, painfully slow, leaning in to whisper into his ear, “I almost got worried that I’d have to feel jealous.” This small gesture had JK melting, weak underneath the bigger mans touch. But this wasn’t the time. “N-no... don’t worry..hm.. I-I have to finish this..” Jk weakly breathes out, drawing a wider smirk from Ash. “Okay, okay... how about this... dinner tonight? I’m really, really dying to know you better.”

Jungkooks doe eyes were wide as they flickered up to the larger male. Did he just ask him out? In the middle of class? Anyone could hear. And they did. Subtle whispers were heard, trying to discretely observe the interaction between the two men. 

After a long minute, Jungkook finally responded, “Okay.”

Word around the school spread like wildfire, and everyone’s interest seemed to be on the mysterious newcomer and his choice of date: Jeon Jungkook.

‘Ash asked him out? Is Jungkook even gay?’

‘They literally just met. How did Jungkook manage to get a man faster than I could in eighteen years?’

‘No one knows for sure.. but if it’s true, they’ll be so cute together!’

Taehyung’s ears were ringing. He just wanted to take a shit in peace, was that too much to ask? For the group of boys chatting outside of the stall, apparently so. “You heard all of the stuff going around ‘bout Ash?” All of the sudden Tae’s ears perked up at the question, forgetting about what he came to do here in the first place. Now this seemed worth his while.. ‘Not even a full day in and he’s already made a name for himself? Unbelievable,’ Taehyung mused, the urge to roll his eyes too overpowering. “The new kid? No, what happened?” A mocking snicker followed suit, “Apparently he likes sticking it up the ass or some shit.” Taehyung’s shoulders sagged down in disappointment; he was anticipating something he didn’t already know. “What, like anal?”

“No, I mean he’s a f*g, dumbass.”

An obnoxious gagging sound echoed throughout the room, followed by a series of laughter. “And you wanna know something else?” Tae’s jaw locked in place; they needed to shut their mouths before he knocked out a couple of teeth. Aside from the obvious, he went to the bathroom in hopes of catching a break from.. everything. Taehyung didn’t want to hear about Ash, of all people.

“He asked Jungkook out.” He froze in his spot, feeling his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. What..? The boy’s lips barely went agape, hands subconsciously balling up into fists as he forced himself to listen further, praying that he heard wrong. “Jeon Jungkook? Damn, didn’t take him as a fairy.” But something from inside Tae told him that it was the twisted reality. “You know, now that I think about it.. he always did kinda come across as a f*ggot. He seemed chill, it’s a shame.” Although the day was close to being halfway over, for Taehyung, this was the beginning of a horrible day.

~

As Jungkook was walking with Ash towards the basketball practice, which was JK’s last stop for the day, something felt different. The atmosphere in the hallway seemed more quiet then usual, and when he decided to actually take a look around, he didn’t fail to notice everyone’s eyes following him and the ‘new guy’, followed with whispers and subtly pointed fingers. Some seemed to be happy, some straight up disgusted. 

What is going on?

“Hey Kook.” Ash brought him back down to earth, a reassuring smile on his face. 

“Why is everyone staring at us?” Kook asked.

Ash knew exactly why, and he fucking loved the attention. This is exactly what he wanted. He deliberately asked him out during class, knowing the word would quickly spread around the school, and in the end, reach Taehyung’s ears.    “Well, you did say yes to dating me. People just... react to that.” Jungkook hummed at Ash’s words, feeling anxious. Did he accidentally come out? Or... was this supposed to happen? “We aren’t dating yet.” Jungkook replied with a bratty grin, his nose scrunching as he gazes up at the man. To anyone looking, they might as well be dating already, with the way Jungkook smiles at him. Kook rarely smiled like that. Ash put his arm around Jungkooks shoulder with a playful chuckle leaving his lips, this little man was so fucking adorable, “Not yet, but after tonight, that’s gonna change.”

Ash had decided that he wanted to check out the basketball practice in action, letting Jungkook head downstairs towards the locker room by himself as he himself would head to the practice hall to find Namjoon, “Hey, Namjoon!”

“Hey, Ash, you’re here! You’re joining?” Namjoon smiled, happy to see him here. But a part of him knows that if he joins, he surely hoped it wouldn’t cause more drama between the men. But, knowing exactly about the rumors of today, it was bound to happen. “Yeah, maybe, I came to watch.” Ash gazes around the practice hall. “Well, have a seat, we’re just waiting for the guys to get changed and then we’ll begin.”

On the outside, Taehyung fooled his peers by seeming relatively calm. He wore his hood up, a few strands of black hair draping over his eyes as his arms were found crossed over his chest, gaze somewhat.. lifeless? That’s how the latter looked like everyday— especially during Chemistry— so, no one dared to question it. However, in the space where his inner thoughts hid.. ‘What does Jungkook even like about that guy? Who deliberately goes for someone named Ash--‘ It was a mixture of pure chaos and confusion all in one. Confusion because, why does he care? Why was this fucking so bad with his head when all he’s ever done was treat Jungkook like shit? This.. this wasn’t normal, and Tae was aware of that. He wasn’t normal. All of these new feelings; Taehyung wanted to get rid of them, but he was afraid the pile was only growing larger in size.

Not overly enthusiastic about going to practice today, Taehyung still dragged his feet down the stairs. If he were to skip when all of the rumors were floating around, Namjoon would’ve pounced on the chance to call him out for it. If Tae wasn’t in the mood to deal with the elder before, he surely wasn’t going to be now. “Tae, it took you long enough!” Hoseok placed a hand on the boy’s back, excitedly leading him to their group of friends. “Jungkookie, are you positive you want to go on a date so soon? You just met Ash, get to know him a little more.” Jimin suggested, getting cut off by Yoongi, “So, you like boys?” He was still having a hard time processing the new information. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, Yoongi always seemed to be lost. Taehyung, on the other hand, wished he would’ve turned back around before walking in to Ash’s name getting dropped in the conversation. He was getting fucking tired of it, and it showed by the way he kept his distance from the others.

''Ah, well, isn't that what a date is for?'' Jungkook answered Jimin's question with a question of his own.

Jimin hummed, rubbing his chin in thought, ''You're not wrong. But are you sure you want to?''

Yoongi still looked like a lost child, squinting at Jungkook, ''Boys...''

Jungkook didn't want to feel like he had to hide this, so he just lets out a quiet sigh after slipping on his basketball sneakers,

''Yeah, I like boys.'' He took notice of Taehyung standing a little further away from the group, and he couldn't help but steal glances over towards him. He must think Kook is disgusting, knowing now that he likes boys, and making it so obvious that he liked him. But that was in the past, he's going out with Ash tonight, and he actually seemed to like him. He was lying if he said he wasn't a little giddy about it.

Jimin hugged Kook, a little out of nowhere, causing him to yelp in surprise, ''We will support you whether you like boys or girls, Jungkookie! We're so proud!'' ''Ash better treat you right.'' Yoongi grumbled like an old person before starting to head up with the rest of the group, one by one disappearing towards the stairs. Jungkook walked behind them, passing Taehyung on the way. With the locker room hallway being rather tight with the group walking together, Jungkook's arm brushed against Taehyung, his mild scent of laundry detergent reaching the elders nose.

Everything seemed to be unraveling far too quickly, and like a robot obtaining a new piece of information; Taehyung had trouble keeping up. Based off of what he overheard in the locker room, Jungkook definetely likes boys. The younger had to repeat himself to Yoongi so many times, Taehyung was sure it was permanently inked in his own brain by now. He couldn’t help but wonder, was Jungkook fond of him during the short amount of time they spent together? Did the latter’s heart feel like it could out win any olympic runner by how fast it pounded when he kissed him..? The string of never ending questions had Taehyung hooked on to the way Jungkook’s arm subtly brushed against him, that familiar fragrance drawing him in like no other. “Taehyung, snap out of it.” Namjoon clapped his hands, sighing out loud when he saw Taehyung’s undivided attention was on anything else but practice. “Uh, yeah.” He quickly did as he was told, running a hand through his messy hair before setting his worries aside. For this short droplet of time, it felt good to let loose. Taehyung felt like he needed to sweat it all out in order to feel more light, less clamped down to the ground. Practice went as usual in terms of Taehyung scoring a lot of points, but everything else after that felt out of place. What caught Tae by surprise was, a small part of him missed the constant bickering, the cursing back and forth, the yelling.. It was trippy as hell, but he did. “Shit..” Taehyung groaned to himself, blindly reaching for his bottled water when he realized he didn’t bring one. “I’ll be back.” He muttered, making his way over to the water fountain around the corner. Taehyung was wiping the sweat from off his face when he bumped into someone. Or rather, his front bumped into someone’s behind as they were leaning over for a drink of water, “Sorry— Jungkook?” His eyes grew wide, suddenly becoming even more embarrassed by who it was.

Jungkook quickly stood up straight with a small yelp, the always so easily startled younger man, when he felt someone bump against his behind, abruptly turning his head to see who it was, and he coughed as he almost choked on the water in his throat, hitting his chest to get it down, ''Ah, Taehyung.''

Jungkook had forgotten his waterbottle as well, and needed that moment to himself to just think. He was in the limbo of getting over Tae, and getting into Ash, whom was sending him signals left and right, and now they had a date tonight.

The younger backed off a few steps to grant Taehyung access to the waterfountain, wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand. Why wouldn’t he just leave? There was no reason to stay around when Taehyung was here. But for some reason, he felt like he wanted to, for just one moment, let his eyes rest on the elders features a little longer.

Like old gum on the school ground, Taehyung stuck to his spot like an absolute idiot, trying his hardest to lie and not seem fazed by Jungkook’s presence. With another anxious look thrown in the younger’s direction, Tae managed to swallow down the obvious lump in his throat before leaning down for a needed drink, hands placed on either side of the water fountain as his Adam’s apple danced after every gulp. Suddenly he was more thirsty than ever, his mouth having gone dry when he bumped into Kook unexpectedly. After refreshing himself with enough water, Taehyung licked over his lips, pushing his fringe from out of his eyes,  “What?” Jungkook was just.. standing there.

Jungkook stared at him, feeling just as dumb himself. Taehyungs voice brings him back to the reality of the situation, 

“Uh...” he sounded just as dumb as he felt, the flight instincts in him kicking in. His feet suddenly move on their own, trying to get out of there to head back to the locker room, but his clumsy ass just had to slip on the water puddle by the fountain, falling backwards right next to Taehyungs form.

This was it. He was gonna get a fucking concussion on top of everything, wasn’t he? As if time moved in slow motion, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact.

When Jungkook turned his back to him, Taehyung felt like he could finally relax. Jaw nowhere near as clenched, and posture no longer mirroring a wooden board. That feeling only lasted for a second, however, before he heard the loud squeak of the younger’s shoe on the ground. “What the—“ Before he was given the chance to see what happened for himself, Jungkook’s body was plummeting down towards him. Instinctively, Taehyung reached his arms out, looping them around from underneath Kook’s armpits to hold him up against his chest, “Dumbass!” Tae cursed out loud, questioning why he felt so relieved. It wasn’t like he cared if Kook were to fall and break his head open.. Taehyung swiftly turned Jungkook around by his hips, meeting his eye. “Don’t you ever watch where you’re going?” He scolded, leaving barely any room between the two. Suddenly, fresh memories from before came rushing back to him.

Jungkook stared up at the taller man with his big eyes, flinching slightly at his scolding. For some reason... for some damned reason, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel happy about it. This was the Taehyung he’d always been around, the scolding, cursing guy that always made sure to point out Jungkooks flaws. This time, it didn’t even make him mad.

However, just as quickly as he was caught, his realization of their close proximity hit him. The familiar strong arms holding him close felt too familiar, his face so close but so far away. If only he would lean in just a bit... No, what is he thinking? Taehyung does. Not. Like. Him. And he, he has ash now. “Thanks, eh...” as if the cat got his tongue, he withdrew himself from Taehyungs hands, internally scolding himself for missing them, and turns on his heels to stride back to the locker room. It’s as if god wanted to punish him, his cheeks flushing red as soon as he’d turned away from the elder.

Taehyung’s arms dropped down to his sides, no trace of emotion swirling within his piercing eyes as they shamelessly followed behind Jungkook, almost in a trance-like state until the latter was out of sight. Fuck. He was losing it, wasn’t he? I mean, he had to be a lunatic if subconsciously, a deeper part of him, found himself aching to feel Jungkook. Hands longing to touch him.. to tease him. Sexually, or platonically. Taehyung was even more confused than before. ‘Platonically’? Who the hell was he..? No. He was just envisioning things without thinking. By this point, it wasn’t anything new.

~

“Kookie!” Ash excitedly hopped down from the bleachers, meeting Jungkook in the gym after he was back from changing. He didn’t shy away from wrapping his arm around Kook’s waist, ignoring the not-so-subtle looks from the other players, “You were so good out there! I have to admit.. I wasn’t expecting all that much.” Ash playfully smirked, drawing Jungkook even closer to his warmth, “Anyways, are you excited for our date?” The taller man wiggled his brows, biting down on his lip, “I reserved us a spot at seven. And before you ask where it is, it’s a surprise.”

Jungkook had found himself in the same trance-like state the entire time he was changing, but quickly got distracted when he felt Ash's hands wrap around his waist, his firm body feeling really good against his. It wasn't the same as Taehyung's, but, that was kind of the point. ''I'm curious now, I don't do well with surprises..'' Jungkook craned his neck to look up at the taller man, he felt so small with him. it was nice, to feel this kind of affection from someone who wasn't scared of showing it. However, it didn't stop his face from feeling hot at the lingering eyes that flickered between the two of them.

''Too bad,'' Ash snickered, one hand reaching up to brush stray hairs away from Kook's eyes, his dark stare drinking in the youngers beautiful features, ''Because I still won't tell you. Oh, practice is over now, right?''

Jungkook nodded, ''Yeah, we're done for the day.''

Ash shifted his hold so that they stood next to eachother, his arm wrapped around Jungkook's waist to drag him along to leave, ''Let's go, then.''

The tall man looked over his shoulder on the way out, waving goodbye to the team, a knowing smile on his face at the way they all stared them down, ''I'll see you guys next time.''

He really didn't care too much about basketball, but it would give him more time with the younger, and that, he did want a lot more of. He had to keep an eye on him, especially around that Taehyung guy. Something was up with that, but he couldnt quite place it.

~

“Taehyung, I better see your ass at that party. Plus, there’ll be a lot of foreign chicks there; I know how much of a sucker you are for blondes.” His friend, Haechan, teasingly nudged Tae with his shoulder, trying to get him to change his mind. The boy looked miserable as fuck, and since Taehyung wouldn’t tell him what was going on, Haechan hoped a little bit of alcohol would loosen up those tightly sealed lips. “Fine.” He gave in with a defeated sigh, mustering up his first word in a while. Strolling out of the door with Chan at his side, Taehyung grimaced when he listened to him cheer excitedly and without a restraint, shake him by his shoulders like a madman. “We’re gonna get so fucked up tonight! Dude, you need it.” The elder didn’t doubt the last part was true, hence why he agreed to going in the first place. Maybe after he downed a couple of shots and fucked the first girl he laid his eyes on, all of this would get pushed to the back of the burner. Taehyung knew he was trying to drink less, but for this party, he made an exception. So what if he didn’t do good with alcohol? So what if it fucked him up so much to the point where he didn’t remember his own name? Honestly, that’s what Taehyung needed the most.

~ 

As the evening finally came, Jungkook jumped when he heard the firm knock on his door. Ash was here!

The younger took a second, even a third look at himself in the mirror, moving his hair out of his eyes to no avail, as the dark locks kept falling back into where they just wanted to stay. He sighed, straightening out the fabric of his shirt. Ash had said to keep it comfortable, so he did, dressed up in ripped blue slim-fit jeans with a black v-neck long sleeve. It was cute, he looked good. He felt good. His legs were muscular, and they looked fucking great in those jeans. He took a deep breath before turning the doorknob, opening it to be greeted by Ash's handsome smile. He was beaming, drawing the air out of Kook's lungs like punch in the gut. ''Hey Kookie.'' Ash's eyes drank in the shorter's outfit, he subtly licked his lips, ''You look so good! How about me?'' he winked, giving a little twirl before smiling widely. Jungkook nodded agreeingly while stepping outside, closing the door behind him, ''You look good too..'' He smiled, a little embarrassed. Ash couldn't stop thinknig about how fucking/cute/kook is when he is flustered, which was very easily done.

Ash wrapped his arm around Jungkook's, pulling him with him to his car. It was a nice car, it looked expensive. Probably paid for by his parents, and judging by his outfit, his parents were fairly well off.

~

A couple of hours after the darkness had casted a shadow in the sky, Taehyung attempted to parallel park a few streets down from where the party was at, trying to not damage his car in the process. It was already missing a wing mirror, for fucks sake— which he still hasn’t gotten fixed. Taking a second to close his eyes, Taehyung exhaled, his grip on the steering wheel unfastening. The goal for tonight was to let loose, not pick at the little inconveniences that would only stress him out even more. After he managed to do a decent job with his parking-- actually, it sucked. He was horrible at parallel parking, but everywhere else seemed to be occupied. Taehyung allowed the muffled bass of the music to lead him to his destination, able to subtly make out the lyrics of the song from where he was. Why haven’t the cops been called yet..?  From the looks of this neighborhood; everyone seemed to either be on their private jet to Rome, or were too high and mighty to care. Which, Taehyung definitely didn’t mind. This way, he was sure nothing was going to stop him from having a good time. “Taehyung! Dude, you made it.” Haechan immediately wrapped his free arm around Tae’s shoulders, the other hand busy holding a red cup.. and a girl. “Meet Mila, I have no fucking clue what she’s saying. But hey, she’s hot.” He laughed, tilting the cup up to his lips. Taehyung only chuckled, slipping from under Haechan’s hold. He stole a glance at Mila, noticing how her vibrant, blue eyes were already set on him. Taehyung’s tongue poked at the side of his cheek, hungrily scanning over her body in the most discreet way possible. She was gorgeous, no doubt.

~

Ash parked his way-too-fancy-for-his-age car by this restaurant that Jungkook's never been to before, and honstly, he doesn't recall ever seeing it around. Probably because it was large, and it looked pretty expensive, ''I thought you said we weren't supposed to dress up..'' Kook murmured, feeling way too underdressed now. ''I am comfy too, don't worry about it. I just wanted to treat you to something nice! Besides, this is only the first part of our date.'' Ash winked before getting out of the car, circling around to open the door for kook, reaching his hand out like a true gentleman. Jungkook blushed again, taking his large hand to be pulled up, feeling the way ash wraps his arm around his waist once more, walking him into the nice restaurant. They were greeted by the nice staff, they seemed to be able to tell that Ash was of higher class in some way, and he shot them a dazzling smile before giving his name for the reservation. Quickly, they were seated by a table more secluded in the back, the lady giving them the menus before heading off. Jungkook eyed the menu, his nose scrunched at the prices, ''This is way too fancy.'' ''Don't look at the prices, Kookie, eat whatever you want. It's on me tonight,'' Ash was content, seeing the little boy be so amazed by something so simple by nice food. Spoiling him was fun, and he couldnt wait to give him more. ''Okay, hm.. I'll have the steak then.'' Jungkook smiled, putting his menu down. ''Ah! Excellent. I'll have the same.'' Ash snapped his fingers, bringing the waitress over to order their food. As they were once again left alone to wait for the food, Ash leaned closer over the table, gaze burning into the younger, ''I was thinking, Kookie... You said you didn't want to date me, yet, so..does that mean you'd actually date me after tonight?'' Jungkook tensed up a little, he wasnt expecting this question so early, ''Um.. well....maybe? I don't know yet.'' Ash hummed, ''Fair, I suppose I'll just have to swoop you off your feet as much as possible tonight.''

~

Taehyung started off his night with one drink, then two, three, and so on until he lost count. Apparently, he had to have a lot of alcohol to be in the middle of the dance floor, grinding against every girl he could get his roaming hands on, pulling their hair aside before whispering into their ear, occasionally sipping from his cup as if he’s dying to make himself forget, trying to cloud his train of thought. Everything around him was a big blur, the ground seeming like it could swallow him whole at any give second. That didn’t stop his hips from rocking against the next girl, the tingly sensation in his body was too good to turn away. “Ah, fuck.” He whined, tilting the red cup up to his lips, but instead he was met with nothing. He needed more alcohol in his system. Crushing the plastic in his hand, Tae pulled away, trying to sneak past the group of sweaty bodies. “Hey, where are you going?” The random girl turned to look at Taehyung, yelling over the music whilst looking hurt. “Uh, I-I’m.. I’m coming ba-back. I swear, okay? Just—I need..” His slurred words drifted off, the only thing clear in his mind was the taste of the strong liquor. He wanted more. Ignoring the list of curses thrown at him as he bumped into people; Taehyung sluggishly made his way over to the familiar kitchen island aligned with bottles. Just as he was going to pour himself another round, he realized his cup was all crumpled up. “Shit.” A little pout adorned Taehyung’s lips, whom tried his hardest to fix it, oblivious to a stack of new cups in the corner of his eyes. “New?” Taehyung’s head perked up, it was Mila. “Huh?” She laughed, brushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, “New cup?” Mila reached over close to Tae to grab one for him, unaware of the eyes lingering on her prominent cleavage. “Th-Thanks.” He gulped, shifting his attention to his bottle of choosing. Mila watched with curious eyes, bottom lip held captive in between her red-tinted lips, “I’m Mila. Mila Kuznetsov.” Taehyung turned his head over to her once again, seeing as she wanted to keep the conversation going. “What?” He could barely form a simple thought, much less speak all that clearly. “Mila, is my name. Uh.. last name, Kuznetsov.” She spoke in broken Korean, her strong accent peeking through. Tae’s eyes widened, “Kuzne—what?” His reaction earned himself a giggle, the corners of his own lips rising up.    “Never mind.” She settled for a shrug of her shoulders, not planning on leaving Taehyung’s side anytime soon. “What’s your name?” Tae now comfortably leaned against the edge of the counter, wearing a cocky smirk on his face. He got the message. “Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.”

~

The night continunes, a comfortable dinner with lots of chatter, Ash flirting and throwing all kinds of signals towards Jungkook throughout the evening. It was enjoyable, the attention was amazing. He started getting comfortable, and slowly, Ash had started to get the younger to warm up. ''Did you like the dinner?'' He asked the doe eyed boy, whom happily finished off the last piece of his steak. ''It was delicious!'' He smiled, nose scrunched. So, fucking cute. Ash just wanted to ruin him right then and there. ''Alright,'' Ash wiped his lips with the napkin before getting up, reaching out to grab Jungkook's hand in his, ''Let's go, part two of our date!'' Jungkook tilted his head to the side, all while letting Ash guide him back to the car, ''What do you mean? There's more?'' A small smile crept on his lips, he's never had someone put this much effort in. Ash pulls him close by the shoulder, placing a soft kiss on JK's forehead followed with a laugh, ''You should see your face! yes, Kookie, there's more, but it's a surprise...'' Jungkook laughs too, his cheeks tinted with red as they move on to the next destination. This date seemed to be going pretty well.

~

“Wait, uh.. how do—how do you pronounce it again?” Taehyung was eager to learn, staring up at Mila from where she sat on the counter, looking the most determined he’s ever been. Yet another laugh, “Kuznetsov. It’s easy, no?” The elder threw his head back with a groan, one because of the dizziness, and the other due to the pent up frustration. “Easy?” He shook his head in utter disbelief, suppressing a laugh. “You don’t know what that means-“ He hiccuped, “do you.” The pair found themselves secluded away from everybody else, and surprisingly enough, Taehyung didn’t mind. He was learning a bit of Russian, all the while they talked about their likes, dislikes, friends.. The conversation seemed to go on forever. “You ass!” Mila playfully slapped Tae’s shoulder, hearing his deep laughter for the hundredth time that night. “I know the word easy..” A pout took over her plump lips, eyes lingering on Taehyung before they raked around the empty kitchen, awkwardly rubbing at her naked thighs. “Taehyung, you have a girlfriend?” Mila nervously chewed on the inside of her cheeks, batting her long eyelashes at him. He brought the cup up to his lips, mind wandering to the image of Jungkook. “No.” At the uninvited thought, Taehyung gulped the remainder of his drink down in one go, “Why. Are you interested?” Tae sat his cup down, noticing the way she uncrossed her legs. A couple seconds of silence passed by. “Maybe..” Taehyung’s smirk widened at the confession. Suddenly, alcohol was the last thing on his mind. “Maybe, hm?” He parted her legs, situating his body in between. Mila’s arms naturally found their way around his neck, drawing him closer. “Mhm..” With one last look at her ocean eyes, Taehyung tackled her lips into a messy, needy kiss. His big hands initially placed on her thighs, slowly traveling up her skirt, lastly going around to grope her ass. “Let’s t-take this up-upstairs.” He slurred his speech, taking a hold of her hand and disappearing into the first room he saw, nearly tripping on the last step. While Mila focused on stripping herself free of her clothes, Taehyung did the same thing, throwing his belt off to the side. He was eager to take his cock out from his boxers, chest heaving with adrenaline as he watched her get down to her knees, eyes darkening with lust. “Ah yeah.. fuck.” He rested his hand on the crown of her head, watching as she bobbed it at a fast pace from the start. Despite the immense amount of pleasure he was feeling, his body wasn’t happy with him. Tae began to feel.. nauseous, the space in between his brows covered by a cold sweat. “W-Wait..” Taehyung pulled away from Mila’s mouth, holding himself up by one arm against the nearby wall, working towards regaining his clear vision. Everything felt like a blur.. Why was the room spinning so much? Why.. His stomach grumbled. Before he knew it, the strong urge to vomit hit him like a truck, causing him to clasp a hand over his mouth. Not having enough time to run to a restroom, Tae’s knees gave out and he vomited on the carpet, his skin freakishly pale. “Taehyung!” She quickly rushed over to him, pushing past the smell. “Tae—“ Another round; it never seemed to falter. How much did he have to drink?! After he was done, Taehyung dropped his head against the wall, sharp eyes glassy. “I-I fuck.. I don’t— sorry.” A wave of emotions washed over him. Not knowing what else to do, Mila opted for reaching into the pockets of Taehyung’s jeans, getting a hold of his phone. She went to his contacts list, tapping on the first name that popped up. When the person on the other end of the line picked up, she breathed out, “Um, is this Taehyung’s friend? Please come, he’s not doing good.” Mila gave Namjoon the address  and worked on dressing Tae back up as they waited.

~

''An arcade?! Really?!'' Jungkook was beaming, jumping in excitement like a child on christmas. ''Yeah, you said you like videogames, so I figured this would be the perfect date!'' Ash was surprised when Jungkook initiated to hug him, holding him in his arms for a long moment. Ash wrapped his strong arms around his waist, nuzzling his nose into the youngers hair. ''Let's go get you some prizes. I bet I can win more than you.'' Ash teased, seeing the way Jungkook's eyes ignite with the competitive side of him, ''You're gonna regret saying that!''

It went on, Jungkook excelled in every single game, earning higher scores than anybody to pile up the points. A proud smile beamed on his face while he sees the numbers rack up on the shooting game they played together, knowing he did the most damage out of the two, ''Told ya, I'm unbeatable.'' Ash crooked an eyebrow, putting the toy gun away to grab Jungkooks jaw and guide it closer to his face, hot breath fanning his face, ''Yeah? Perhaps I'll have to reward you for being so good at these games, hm?'' Jungkook felt the blushing heat rise on his cheeks. But, he figured, what the hell. He didn't pull away, but stared right back into his eyes. Ash made the first move then and there, in the midst of people rushing back and forth between games, chatter and music, he leaned down to press his lips against Jungkook's in a soft kiss. They withdrew for a short second before leaning back in, placing several chaste kisses on eachothers lips, their breath getting shallow, until they pull away to catch their breath. Ash presses his foreheads against Kook's, a small smirk on his lips, ''How about that for a first date, hm?'' Jungkook nods, ''Yeah, it's...good..'' It was good. Great, actually. But a part of him couldn't help but compare it to Taehyung. It wasn't the same. But it wasn't bad. He looked back up on the taller man, doe eyes sparkling from the reflection of the videogame screens surrounding them. Ash leaned into his ear to whisper his next words, ''Wanna get out of here?''

~

“Come on, Tae. Help me out a little..” Namjoon had one of Taehyung’s arm thrown over his shoulder, Mila had the other. Together, they worked towards getting the drunken male down the stairs, safely. Taehyung cooperated, for the most part, well.. as good as he could during a blurry state like this one. He nearly tripped over his own feet a couple of times, each one just as startling as the first for Namjoon, whom still couldn’t believe how much his night had taken a turn for the worst. The latter had been face deep into a pile of handwritten notes, in the middle of studying his hardest for an upcoming test when his phone began vibrating. He picked up Taehyung’s call, expecting to hear Tae’s voice only to be met by a woman’s with a heavy accent, clearly sensing her panic from the other line. A few minutes later, and Joon found himself in front of a cliché house party, no longer indulged in his studies. Obviously. Now, right at this second, his focus was on trying to get Taehyung in his car. Apparently seeing a guy get dragged down the stairs was nothing out of the extraordinary; no one even batted an eye, just continuing to move their sweat-glistened bodies to the beat of the song. It caught Namjoon off guard, but then again, he wasn’t one to party on the daily. The elder’s car was parked outside of the main entrance, and needless to say, Joon’s eyes lit up at the sight. They were so close! Just a few more steady steps to go.. “There, we got you Tae. Relax.” Namjoon softly reassured, hearing his friend’s incoherent mumbling as he buckled him in. With one last look at Taehyung, Namjoon braced himself for the embarrassment that was to come as he pivoted around in his spot to face Mila. “Thanks for calling, and.. sorry about all of this.”  He sheepishly rubbed at his nape, feeling awkward speaking to the girl Taehyung was about to have sex with. “No problem, really.” She waved her hands in front of her face, as if telling him not to worry. Namjoon only nodded, pasting on a weak smile before hopping into the driver’s seat, starting his car. The blonde haired girl, however, had one last thing to say, “So, when Taehyung wakes..” Mila began, already nervous to continue. “Can you give this?” She extends out a small piece of paper for Joon to take, her phone number scribbled on the inside. Not given any reason to not take it, Namjoon happily did, reminding himself to give it to Taehyung when he was feeling less.. shitty.

At a time like this, Joon was glad his parents weren’t home; he had the feeling they wouldn’t like him bringing in a drunk person to crash on their couch. But, it was the least that he could do. Taehyung looked weak, and that was definitely a new look on him. The younger’s skin had lost most of its tanned melanin, his face lacking any trace of color. He could tell Tae was having trouble staying awake, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Namjoon brought in a bucket just in case— Taehyung leaned over the couch to empty out his stomach, panting from the light strain. Fuck, Namjoon had no idea what to do! He was freaking out. With shaky hands, the elder reached for his cellphone, knowing Jimin would be far more wise in a situation like this one.

To: Chim I have a problem. Taehyung’s passed out drunk on my couch, he’s sweating a lot and won’t stop vomiting. What the hell do I do?? he seems really weak so I don’t wanna move him

He pressed send, antsy to hear back a response. But, he never would, at least not from Jimin. Namjoon didn’t know that, of course. He didn’t know that he texted Jungkook instead.

~

“Yeah, that—“ Jungkook wasn’t able to finish his sentence when his phone chimed, fishing the phone out of his pocket to read it. Ash crooked an eyebrow, waiting for the answer, “Who’s that?” Kook freezes on the spot when he reads it; Taehyung passed out? Drunk? Throwing up? It felt like his heart was stuck in his throat at the thought, suddenly nothing else seemed to matter, cursing himself for even saying what he says next; “Hey, I have to go, it’s an emergency. Let’s.. call it a rain check?” He pleads, and Ash seems to be thinking about it. “You’re leaving our date that I prepared for you, for what?” “It’s my friend. He needs my help—“ the anxiety in him made him stumble on his words, feet already moving as he heaved himself on his tiptoes to place a quick peck on Ash’s cheek, whom seemed less than pleased about this, but, he let it slide. 

For now. “Alright. Do you need a ride?” Jungkook shakes his head, he did not want to burden ash with this, no way, “I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, he ran, as fast as he fucking could until he reached Namjoons house. He hadn’t read the text properly, not noticing it wasn’t meant for him. All he knows is that Taehyung is in a shit condition, and he needed somebody.

Why was that enough for him to drop everything and fucking run?

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