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tethered. | jjk

Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 7k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, partying, mentions of drinking/drugs, friendship betrayel (?), smut [virginity loss, teasing, fingering, soft dom!jk, "i've waited so long for this" type shit], reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.

✰ a/n. really love this pairings and would love to have drabbles with them in the future, so pls lmk if u guys would be interested in that! thanks for all the love on the teaser, hope u enjoy! <3

✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker

Two monumental events had been etched into your brain for eternity, the first being sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with your friends at the community pool. The second is fifteen minutes upon arriving at the pool, seeing your best friend's older brother emerge from the chlorine-scented water as if he were Poseidon and realizing you were utterly infatuated by him.

Jeon Somi isn't blind to this, immediately pulling you away from the crowd to question the longing gaze on your face. "Out of every fucking guy here with us, you're making eyes at my brother? You do know that Jungkook is completely gross, right?" She was so furious, you're surprised no steam was blowing from her ears.

Deny it all you want (and you certainly did within that fifteen-minute interrogation); Jungkook very clearly had a hold on you that lasted many years following that fateful night. He wasn't even your usual type; he wouldn't be caught dead around the guys you're typically drawn to. He had a rebellious side; maybe that's why getting him out of your head was nearly impossible.

Of course, the eternal guilt of falling for your best friend's older, dumbass brother is also difficult to get out of your head.

It can't be helped, really. Anytime you'd visit their home, your eyes would automatically wander through the crack of his doorway as you'd pass by. Whether he was messily cutting his dark hair while blasting Pierce the Veil from his speakers or giving himself a new Stick-and-Poke tattoo as he waited for a CD to finish burning, you long to break away from Somi for a moment to speak to him. Ask him about his day or if his band had any upcoming gigs. You'd even talk to him about paint drying if it meant you'd get to be in the same space as him.

So it's safe to say you were completely heartbroken when he left for college. Somi, however, is over the moon. Or so you think.

"… He's your brother, though. You don't think you're gonna miss him at all?" You ask, watching Somi delicately paint your fingernails a pretty shade of purple.

She shrugs, "I mean… it's definitely gonna be weird not seeing him around the house every day, but he'll still visit sometimes. Maybe."

Deep down, Somi knows Jungkook won't visit much. He'd been craving freedom and independence from their parents for ages, and moving away for college gave him the perfect opportunity to live as he pleased. They weren't fond of the clothes he wore or the friends he had, and absolutely couldn't bear the music his band makes. They criticized every little thing about him, and he'd finally be getting a break from them.

As you're about to ask Somi if she's okay, she stands from her bed, screwing the nail polish closed. "I'll be back. I have to let Bam out." Her voice is shaky, and she doesn't look at you as she exits the room.

You take the opportunity to make your way down the hall and to Jungkook's door, which he has conveniently left wide open as he scrolls on his desktop. His knees are pressed against his chest as he's heavily focused on editing his Facebook page. There's a rock song playing lightly from another tab that you can't quite identify; he uses his free hand to gently tap along to the beat of the music.

His room is covered in cardboard boxes, soon to be packed into his parents' minivan and making their way to the University of San Francisco dorms.

Your knuckles tap on his wooden door, your heart fluttering when he turns around, and you realize he's changed the ring on his lip from black to silver.

He nods at you, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just know you're leaving in the morning, and I wanted to say bye. And wish you good luck, of course." You're not sure why you're so heartbroken. It's not like the two of you were ever a thing. It's not like this would be your last time seeing him. Why were you so upset?

"Cool, thanks." You assume that was his way of indirectly telling you to get out until he reaches into his desk drawer and says, "Catch," before tossing something towards you.

Careful not to mess up your manicure, you easily catch the item, unfolding what appears to be a purple bandanna. "What's this for?" You ask, inspecting the material in your palms.

"To remember me by, duh. Plus, it matches your nails.”

It'd be silly to tell him you genuinely don't need this because there was no way in hell you could ever forget about him. Instead, you clutch the bandana tightly in your fist and make a silent vow to keep it with you at all times; have a piece of him with you at all times.

You thank him and tell him it's nice, but all you can wonder is why he even wants you to remember him in the first place. Maybe you're overthinking. He probably just didn't care for the useless accessory anymore.

When you turn to leave, Jungkook stops you with a gentle call of your name. He turns his head in your direction, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You whisper back, praying you don't sound overly desperate for a more extended interaction with him.

A beat of silence passes, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, Somi is stomping up the stairs and belting out your name. You gaze away from Jungkook to glance behind you, listening as his sister shouts about doing each other's makeup.

"Never mind, actually. It's not important." Jungkook interrupts, and you physically feel your heart sink to the floor.

You're about to be annoying and pry a response out of him until your eyes dart to his floor, and you see it. What slipped out from his drawer when he tossed the bandana at you.

A condom wrapper. An empty one, at that.

It's embarrassing how quickly your vision becomes glossy, salty tears threatening to release with each passing second. Of course, he's fucking someone. Of course, that person isn't you. Of fucking course.

You shouldn't be surprised; he's probably more into girls with a similar aesthetic. She's probably covered in tattoos and piercings, just like him. She's probably older than you and may even have her own car, unlike you, who still had to catch rides with your parents or older sister.

It's odd, though. You're not entirely naive; you know Jungkook definitely flirts with you here and there, catching his eye when his gaze lingers on you for a second too long. There's a noticeable tension between the two of you that even your parents have teased about. And this whole time, he's been screwing someone else?

Jungkook hangs out with so many girls it'd be useless to even attempt to uncover who this mystery person is. It's none of your business, anyway.

So you leave.

You tell Somi you'll get grounded if you're home past curfew, and with tear-stained cheeks, you run home.

The following day isn't any easier.

Somi posted a photo on FaceBook of herself and Jungkook posing together, arms wrapped around each other, with the caption "c u l8r alligator XD". The comments are already flooded with responses wishing Jungkook farewell, some from family members or friends of the siblings.

"Don't 4get abt me!!!!!! >:( "from a girl with red hair catches your eye because it's the only one Jungkook responded to. You can't bring yourself to read his full reply, fingers moving to quickly close the tab after seeing the word 'Never.'

It's probably her, you think to yourself, the one he's sleeping with.

Maybe it's for the best that Jungkook's moving away; it'll give you some time to get over him.

And you most certainly did.

The only time he ever crosses your mind is when Somi brings him up (which she rarely does) or when you pass by his empty bedroom. Deep down, you know you'll always care for Jungkook on some level, but time away from him was just what you needed. You were too attached to him for no fathomable reason, rejecting any guy interested in you with the premise of being loyal to a guy who didn't even want you. He'd probably been sneaking girls in through his window, with you a few doors down doing magazine quizzes with his sister; blissfully unaware of what was happening down the hall.

You’re better off without him.

That's what you've been telling yourself daily until now. It's the start of summer vacation, and Jungkook's been summoned home to spend it with his family before Somi (and you) transfer to the University of San Francisco.

Jungkook was hesitant about coming home, as he always is. In constant fear that his parents have some elaborate plan for him to change his major or set him up with someone they deem acceptable, nothing like the girls he hangs around and probably invites back to his dorm.

It took days of convincing until Jungkook finally agreed to come home, under the premise that his parents' intentions were pure and that they simply wanted one last summer together before Somi moved away for college. They also hoped he'd be able to house-sit and watch over Somi for a few days as they took their annual anniversary trip to San Diego. That, however, took some bribing and the promise of gas money on their end.

He's not due to arrive until tomorrow morning, and you've convinced yourself there's no reason for you to see him right away. You'd be fine if the next time you saw him was in a few months as you're moving into your dorm. After years of longing, you've finally moved on from him.

Some of you have debated telling Somi about your past feelings for her brother, but there's no point. It was a one-sided relationship with absolutely zero depth, nothing worth discussing. So when she nudges your side and asks if you're interested in anyone, you reply with a shake of your head.

Somi has no reaction to this; she can't remember the last time you've been into anyone despite having the entire male population at your school practically throwing themselves at you. "Maybe you'll meet someone tonight."

She's referencing the house party you're going to, which she practically had to drag you out of your room to attend. Parties are different from your scene, especially on a day like today when you were hoping to have a girls' night with Somi. She had other plans, however.

"Maybe," you respond, sighing as the house you're attending is finally in your viewpoint. "We're not staying long, right? It looks packed."

Cars are parked throughout the street, one house, in particular, being the center of attention with loud music and drunk people decorating the front yard of a suburban-looking home. Somi looks as ecstatic as ever, looping her arm in yours and picking up her pace. She doesn't respond. It doesn't matter. Her response would've disregarded your concern.

One car catches your eye as you enter the unfamiliar house; it's parked towards the end of the street, and you swear you've been in it before. You're not able to dwell on it for too long, though, because Somi has to practically yank you through the front door.

Your nerves are at an all-time high. The music is entirely too loud, and there isn't a single sober person in sight. You're not sure how Somi even found out about this party, but you really wish she would've left you out of it. You'd go now if it were acceptable, but Somi would've stayed regardless, and you refuse to leave her alone. So, you push your feelings to the side and take her hand as she leads you towards the kitchen.

"Thirsty?" Somi questions, forcing a red solo cup into your hand.

"Not at all," you respond, sighing as Somi pours something into your cup.

"It's just ginger ale," she reassures you, "I don't think either of us should get drunk here." For once, she's being reasonable.

Somi suggests you do a lap around the house in hopes of running into people you may have gone to school with. And to your surprise, a decent amount of your past classmates have decided to attend. You feel more at ease with them around, a bit more comfortable now that you're around recognizable people. Although you initially hesitated to show up, you're glad you did.

"Anybody catch your eye yet? Or are you still breaking hearts?" Your old classmate, Yeoreum, questions.

You shake your head, about to explain that you're not interested in dating right now, until she gestures behind you. "That guy is pretty cute."

You shift on the couch, looking around until you spot who Yeoreum had been gesturing towards. You locate him finally, and she's right; he is cute. He just seems so familiar.

That's when it hits you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes locked on him, and you slowly rise from the couch.

It's Jungkook. And the car you recognized was his. He's here. What is he doing here? He isn't due to be back until tomorrow morning.

You almost don't realize it's him until you spot the mole under his lip. He's grown his hair out and stopped dyeing it, the slew of tattoos that decorated his arm (God, did he start working out, too?) nicely connected, now creating a sleeve, and he's given himself an eyebrow piercing. Your feelings for him come rushing back in full force.

Panicked, you reach for Somi's hand, but she's nowhere to be found. Careful not to be seen by her brother, you bow your head slightly, passing through a crowd of sweaty bodies until you finally spot her kitty heels. She's leaned against a wall, swirling around her cup while flirting with some guy you'd seen around school a few times.

Creating some much-needed distance between the two, you tug Somi towards you. "I think I just saw your brother."

"What? No, he won't even be in the city until tomorrow morning."

Frustrated, you quickly search the crowd until your eyes land on him again. You ignore the fact that he's now speaking to some girl with red hair and tattoos scattered across her arm and point in their direction, "Well, then that guy looks just like him."

Somi squints her eyes in disbelief at the boy in question until the doubt becomes confusion, and the confusion becomes realization. "Oh my God! The fuck is he doing here?" She turns towards you as if you're supposed to have the answer.

"The fuck should I know? You said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

"Because that's what he told our parents! How was I supposed to know he was gonna be here? I never would've come if I knew!"

"What are you guys doing here?" A voice you haven't heard in so long interrupts. You don't even want to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" Somi throws back, and the two stare at each other in angry silence for a moment until Jungkook steps to the side. "Upstairs," he says, nodding towards the staircase.

"But—"

"Go."

Somi's clearly aggravated but makes her way towards the stairs. You remain in place with your arms crossed, raising a brow in confusion when Jungkook looks at you. "What?"

"You too."

"I'm not—"

"I'm not asking again," he says simply. You convince yourself that you only take his command because you don't feel like fighting. Definitely not because it's interesting to have him boss you around.

Trudging up the stairs behind Somi, you wait with her in the hallway until Jungkook arrives. "Come on," he says, entering a bathroom and turning the light on. Neither you nor Somi protest; there really isn't any point.

As soon as the door is shut, Somi is yelling at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning! Mom and Dad had to push their trip back just to give you more time to arrive, and you're already fucking here?! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"I'm not gonna respond if you're gonna be yelling like this." Jungkook says calmly, leaning against the sink, "Let me get my questions out first, then I'll answer any of yours, deal?"

Somi glances over at you, sitting on the bathtub's edge, and you nod. She returns her attention back to Jungkook, takes a deep breath, then agrees.

"Now, what are you guys doing here?! How'd you even get invited?! And you're drinking?!" The calm demeanor from earlier slips away in a matter of seconds, clearly a hoax just to get Somi to calm down enough to let him speak.

"It's just ginger ale, and we've barely even had any! We were invited by our friends, okay? We have just as much right to be here as you do."

Jungkook scoffs, clearly unamused. "Right, and I'm assuming Mom and Dad know you're here then, huh?"

Somi nervously tucks a hair behind her ear. You wonder why you even have to be in here with them. It's not like Jungkook is your brother, anyway.

"We told our parents that we were going to a birthday party at a friend's house." Somi mumbles, barely able to look Jungkook in the eye.

"And what did they say when they dropped you guys off?"

"They didn't drop us off," you interrupt, "we walked here."

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell him that." Somi glares at you, it takes every bone in your body to not to laugh at her.

You're so over this. You didn't want to attend this dumb party in the first place, and seeing Jungkook flirting with some girl who could've been his female counterpart was the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if your feelings for him were gone before tonight; every little emotion you'd felt for him over the years had returned (as if they ever left).

"And how exactly did you two geniuses plan on getting home?"

"Same way we got here."

"Can you please just let me handle this? Jesus Christ…" Somi shoots another frustrated glare at you, and you can't help but roll your eyes at her. She turns back towards her brother, "Can you answer my questions now?"

Jungkook's eyes anxiously dart around the cramped bathroom, landing on you a few times before he's slowly nodding his head. "Alright, Mom and Dad basically forced me to spend the whole summer here, and I kept asking myself why they were so persistent about it. They finally told me they needed me to watch over you and the house for their stupid trip. I had plans too, you know? That I had to derail for them. My band could've spent this summer touring, making real money, and now we can't. So, they wanna inconvenience me? I'll inconvenience them right back."

"…Inconvenience them by doing what?" Somi asks the exact question you had.

Jungkook shrugs, "By telling them I'm gonna be arriving a day late, duh."

You and Somi exchange an awkward glance at one other before silently agreeing not to tease him about it. If this was his badass way of retaliating, who were you to rain on his parade?

"Are you gonna tell anyone you saw us here?" Somi questions, a noticible tremble in her voice.

"As long as you guys don't tell anyone you saw me."

It's a fair trade, you accept it. You're even more delighted when Jungkook says he's taking the two of you home. Somi, however, isn't too happy about this, claiming there were so many people she didn't get to speak to, and how'd this be the last time she'd get to see them before moving away for school. You're not sure if Somi is really good at getting what she wants, or if Jungkook was tired of hearing her complain, but he finally gives in and grants her ten more minutes to socialize before meeting him at his car.

"If you're not at my car in ten minutes, I swear to God I'm calling mom." Jungkook scolds, holding the bathroom door open as the three of you finally exit.

A loud, drunk voice suddenly shouts, "Woah, Jungkook! Two girls at the same time!? You fucking beast!"

"They're my sisters, you fucking pervert!" He shouts back.

You can't even dwell on how disgusting the original comment was, only being able to focus on the fact that Jungkook just reffered to you as his sister. As conceited as it may sound, you're not used to rejection or guys putting you in the friend-zone. Whatever little game Jungkook had been playing with you over the years was completely new territory. And right when you think things couldn't possibly get any worse, he calls you his sister.

What the actual fuck.

The next ten minutes go by in a blur; Somi has ditched you for a second time that night to talk to the guy from earlier. When it's finally time to leave, you find her Sat on his lap with her arm hung across his shoulder, laughing at an unfunny pickup line he'd used on her.

"It's time, Somi," you interrupt, helping her stand.

"Wait, wait, wait," she persists, directing her attention back to the boy, "tomorrow at five, right?"

"And not a second later." He sends her a disgusting wink that makes your skin crawl.

Somi is so love-struck you're surprised there isn't an arrow lodged in her back. She can barely form a proper sentence, erupting into a fit of giggles every few seconds as you make your way to Jungkook's car. "Wasn't he just gorgeous?"

You shrug, linking arms with her. "He was alright."

Stunned, Somi gasps at you, "Just alright? He was literally like a Greek God."

"I'm not saying he's unattractive; he's just...not really my type."

"And what is your type, Miss. Never-Has-Been-Interested-In-Anyone?"

Now, there's the question of the hour. You have to word your response very carefully; don't be too obvious about the fact that your ideal type is her older sibling.

"I guess I prefer guys with an edgier look to them, you know? Tattoos, piercings..." Despite your attempt to sound as nonchalant as possible, your heart is beating out of your chest from the mild confession.

Somi snickers, then playfully groans. "It sounds like you're describing my brother."

Now, you really have to test the waters.

"Since you brought him up, would it be so bad if I did like Jungkook? Hypothetically speaking, of course." You're not sure what prompts you to even ask this. It's not like he's even interested in you; he literally just referred to you as his sister.

A beat of silence passes as Somi gathers her thoughts, then she says, "No."

"What?"

You've finally reached Jungkook's car at this point, beating him there. You sit atop the trunk, feet hovering above the ground as the cold, nighttime air swirls around you. Somi shakes her head, "Obviously, it wouldn't be the ideal situation, but I guess I wouldn't mind as long as you talked to me about it first."

"First?" You mimic.

"Like...assuming you'd wanna date him or something. Just so I'm not blindsided, you know?"

This is the last thing you would've expected your impulsive, hotheaded (yet oh-so-loveable) best friend to be reasonable about. Mainly because she lectured you for nearly twenty minutes when she first suspected you had a crush on Jungkook.

You go to respond, but Jungkook, finally arriving at the car, captivates both of your attention. He finishes off his can of Pepsi before crushing the aluminum and tossing it to the ground. "Ready?" He questions.

There's no point in giving him a speech about littering; you're just ready to go home.

He fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car door; Somi opens the backseat and jumps in before you have the chance, sprawling across the aged leather. "Move over," you nudge her foot with your knee; she pulls away from you.

Jungkook calls your name, "Just sit up front. She's not gonna move."

Now, this is new. You've ridden in the backseat of his car with Somi more times than you can count; he'd never allow either of you to sit shotgun with him; typical annoying older brother bullshit.

Don't make a big deal out of this, you say to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

Somi and Jungkook bicker the entire ride to their parent's house, partially out of annoyance with each other, but you also get the feeling that neither of them were genuinely ready to leave the party. You're surprised Jungkook even enjoyed parties; he spent most of high school either working, hanging out at skate parks, or practicing with his band in their garage. College must've really changed him, and you're unsure how to feel about it.

Jungkook parks a few houses down from their parent's house and unlocks the doors, "Get out," he says into the backseat.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?" Somi questions, stretching her arms outward.

"I checked into a motel this morning. I'll be back here tomorrow around noon. And, hey," Jungkook turns around, pointing a finger at his sister. "Don't tell them you saw me."

Mockingly, Somi points a finger right back at him. "Telling them I saw you would be exposing myself, cock-sucker. Leave me alone." She angrily begins to climb out of the car, annoyed at how little trust Jungkook had in her.

You turn to go, but Jungkook's cold hand on your bicep stops you, "Where you goin'?"

"I'm gonna walk home from here. It's only a few minutes away," you respond.

Jungkook shakes his head, "I'm dropping you off. You haven't moved since I left, right?"

"No, but it's fi—"

"Then your house is on the way to my motel. We're going in the same direction; might as well ride together."

It truly does make more sense to ride together, and rejecting his offer any further surely would raise suspicions. You don't want either of them to believe you'd feel uncomfortable being alone with Jungkook because that couldn't be farther from the truth. You're perplexed about your feelings now, and you don't want to do anything you'd regret just because of the confusion.

"Okay, then." You glance over your shoulder at Somi, "Will you need any help getting ready for your date tomorrow?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Somi shushes you, gesturing that Jungkook is literally right next to you and would prefer that he didn't hear about her dating life. Jungkook genuinely couldn't care less and is instead patiently waiting for his sister to get out.

She does finally, and Jungkook resumes his path to your house. He turns the radio on, switching between stations until he stops on one that's playing a song he's familiar with. You drive silently for a few minutes; the only sounds being heard are the distant noises from the car's motor and Jungkook humming along to the radio.

He breaks the silence by saying, "I was surprised to see you back there. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy parties."

You chuckle, "I could say the same for you; I don't remember you attending any in high school."

"That's 'cause house parties weren't my thing," he explains, "I went to raves or parties that would happen at the skate park. I don't really like being at someone else's house for too long; it feels too intimate."

Now that you think of it, skate park parties and raves seem much more like his scene.

"Well, I only went because Somi was going, and I didn't feel comfortable with her being there alone. Otherwise, I never would've gone." You admit, resting your head against the window.

"Thanks for looking after her, by the way. You're a good friend."

"I'd do anything for her." Your voice is barely a whisper now, getting quieter with every word you say.

Silence passes, and he says, "Did you know your guys' dorm room is gonna be right under ours?"

"Seriously?" You respond, genuinely curious.

"Mmm-hmm. My roommate, Mingyu, and I are gonna be the worst upstairs neighbors ever." He teases as you roll your eyes. Your mind can't decipher whether this banter is playful & platonic or romantic. Everything Jungkook does confuses you.

"If that's the case, I'll be sure to move to an entirely new building."

"What, so you can have your boyfriend protect you?"

Pause. Boyfriend?

You nearly give yourself whiplash from how hard you spun around to look at Jungkook. "Boyfriend?" You ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I just assumed you'd have one by now. Do you?"

There he is again with his mind games. What the fuck was he talking about?

After letting out a very frustrated sigh, you mumble, "No, Jungkook, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Good. Focus on school."

Now he's pissing you off. You wish he'd shut up for the rest of the car ride. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

Holy shit, you feel like jumping out the window.

"Yeah, great seeing you too. Oh, there's my house. I can walk from here." You make quick work of undoing your seatbelt.

"You sure? I can drop you off at the door."

"No, no. It's best if my parents don't see you so they don't accidentally tell your parents that they saw you." You lie, racking your brain for any excuse imaginable.

He nods, deciding it's best to drop you off a little further from your house. "Then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, one hand clutching the door handle.

"Aren't you coming over tomorrow to help Somi get ready for her…thing? I'll be back home by then."

He's right; you'd be back in his house, and he'll be there this time. It's no big deal. You'd only be there for an hour (at most) to help her prepare, and then you could go the whole summer without seeing him again.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

The following day, Somi is back to her unreasonable self, expecting you to wait at her house for her to return from her date.

"Please? We're just going to get pizza; we won't even be gone that long." She pleads, adding the finishing touches to her makeup.

You'd already spent over an hour helping her prepare, and now she expects you to do nothing but await her return. You know her heart's in the right place; she just wants to be the first to hear all the exhilarating details about her date. Still, a phone call would suffice.

"What am I supposed to do while I wait for you to come back?" You whine.

"Just hang out here! Watch a movie or something!" She suggests, trying her absolutely hardest to sound enthusiastic. Her phone buzzes in her hand before she has the chance to continue, eyes lighting up as they flicker across the bright screen.

Somi clutches her phone, locks eyes with you, then rushes towards the door. You're faster, though, quickly capturing her wrist before she's barely reached the hallway. "I'm going home."

"No! If you stay here, I'll bring you back pizza, and we can have a girls' night like we were supposed to yesterday! Come on, please?" She begs, pouting her lips.

You go to reply, but the bathroom door swings open, and Jungkook strides out. Just to your luck, he's shirtless; water droplets descend from his hair as he towel-dries it. As he enters his bedroom, he mocks his sister's high-pitched whine, earning a lethal glare and a slew of swears thrown at him.

Perhaps you should stay.

"Fine, but you're lending me your pajamas." You give in, earning an enthusiastic shriek from your best friend.

Somi wraps you in a brief, yet tight, hug before shouting, "Be back soon!" Then she's rushing down the stairs and out the front door. It's not often that Somi makes you wait for her return, but you absolutely despise it whenever it does occur. She's never back by the time she promises and gets upset when you try to call and check up on her.

And speaking of calling, you're sure your phone is dead by now. You insisted Somi bring her's along just in case, so you're left with one option.

Jungkook's door is wide open (as usual) when you go to knock. He's fully clothed now, pairing his black sweatpants with a matching black t-shirt. His hair appears mostly dry now, chaotic as ever, but dry. You don't think he's ever looked this good before.

He's sat on his bed, flipping through the latest copy of Rolling Stone when you arrive. He glances over at you and lets out a dry chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"You're dressed like Bella Swan." He responds casually, eyes raking up and down your body.

"Who?"

"From Twilight. You know, that new movie that came out?" He seems genuinely surprised that you don't seem to know anything about this movie, not even the name of (who you suspect to be) the main character.

You lean against the doorframe, "Haven't seen it."

"It's a great movie, seriously. Some friends and I are seeing it in a few days if you and Somi wanna come." He suggests, flipping another page in the magazine.

You let him know you'll ask Somi if she's interested before remembering why you came to his room in the first place and ask if you can borrow his phone charger. Jungkook directs you to where it's plugged up by his desk, and you finally have the chance to stroll further into his room. You can't recall the last time you've been in here, but you know it looks much different than before. Many of the band posters that decorated the room were gone, his random trinkets and piles of clothes were gone, and not a single piece of his CD collection was in sight. It felt so lifeless, so unlike him. No wonder he always dreaded returning home; it probably didn't even feel like home to him.

"So," you say, attempting to break the silence, "you're here for the whole summer, huh?"

"Unfortunately." He mumbles, "Gonna try and go by sooner, convince my parents I have to sort out an issue with my dorm or something."

"It's nice to have you back, though." You admit, watching as Jungkook's gaze locks on yours.

"Yeah? It is?" He questions.

You shrug, "Of course. We practically grew up together; it was weird to not see you all the time."

He sits up now, closing the magazine and tossing it on his nightstand. There's something on his mind that he isn't saying; you can tell from the way his brows knit together and how he's anxiously tugging on his lip piercing. "It was weird to be gone," he mumbles and leaves it at that.

"By the way, I'm sorry about last night." He apologizes.

"For what? Calling me your sister?"

He laughs at this, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose, by the way. That guy was just...so weird, I kinda blurted out the first thing that would've made him feel weird for even thinking that."

Oh. That makes sense. You definitely overreacted.

"I meant," he continues, "I'm sorry if the whole boyfriend assumption thing upset you."

"Oh," you dismissively wave a hand at him, "that was nothing."

Jungkook raises a brow at you, "Are you sure? 'Cause you seemed pretty upset afterward, you were practically running out of my car."

There's no point in lying now, considering you weren't even the slightest bit discrete the previous night.

"If I'm being completely honest, I just felt a little awkward. But that's it, I swear." You assure him, moving to lean against the bedside table.

"Awkward about what?"

God, this was so embarrassing. Is he really going to make you humiliate yourself like this?

"Because I've never actually had a boyfriend before."

Jungkook looks genuinely shocked at your confession, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he examines yours for any sign of deception. "You don't believe me?"

"I'm not sure. I only assumed you had one just based on how crazy guys were about you in high school. Not to mention you're, like, fucking gorgeous."

What?

"I'm what?" You ask, not entirely sure if you heard him correctly.

He repeats himself again, and you make him do it a few more times until he's too embarrassed to say it again. You somehow manage to get back on the topic of never having a boyfriend before when Jungkook asks you another question. "Have you ever...?"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence. You know what he's asking.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." He berates himself, and you assure him it's no big deal and that it shouldn't even be a shocker to him.

After a half hour of talking about whatever comes to mind, you wind up sitting opposite Jungkook on his bed, legs perched up underneath your body as you go back and forth, questioning one another.

"So, when are you gonna admit you had a crush on me?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I never did." You lie.

"Really? That sucks?"

"Why?"

He shrugs, leaning his back against the headboard. "I just always thought that maybe you and I would've ended up together at some point."

You don't remember who leans in first; it doesn't matter; all that matters is after years of longing, your lips are finally intertwined with his. He must've smoked today; you can taste the nicotine on his breath. But it doesn't matter; you don't make the slightest move to pull away. Neither does he, placing his hands on the small of your back to guide you onto his lap.

Your body is moving on autopilot, limbs moving to do whatever feels right as you silently pray not to ruin the moment. Jungkook can spot your nervousness from a mile away and stop you, "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," you pant, breathless, "I've wanted this for so long."

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"More than anything."

He kisses you again before adjusting your current position, slowly twisting yourselves until you're lying flat on your back. He moves his lips down towards your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his path as he settles between your legs.

You reach up to grab a handful of his hair, nearly jumping out of your skin as his delicate fingertips creep up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his ghosting over your clothed pussy. "This okay?" He mumbles.

You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Cute," he replies, "you're already so wet." His fingertips stroke your clit through your damp underwear; you don't think to wonder how he managed to get to it so quickly, all thoughts leaving your brain as he makes small circles using his middle and index finger.

"Jungkook…" You moan, pleading for him to do more.

"I know." He assures you, using a single finger to pull your panties to the side, making just enough room for him to slide a finger into your aching cunt. "Am I really your first time?"

You nod again out of fear that a moan would slip from your lips if you even tried to speak. His eyes are locked on yours, studying your expression as he coaxes a finger inside you. You're embarrassed at how quickly your wetness coated his finger, but Jungkook doesn't care. He likes it, makes him feel fucking amazing knowing the effect he had on you.

"Take your shirt off." He says, and you do as told, pulling your top up and off your body and tossing it to the floor; making quick work of undoing your bra before he even has the chance to ask.

His lips are back on your neck instantly, trailing down to your collarbone until he reaches the curve on your breast. He halts his actions momentarily before your pitched nipple is caught between his teeth and your back arching off the bed from how overstimulating everything feels.

You curse under your breath, and Jungkook makes another comment about how cute you are, though you feel far from it. He apologizes by lapping his tongue around your nipple, easing the pain slowly as he inserts a second finger into your cunt.

You can feel his bulge against your thigh, though he doesn't even care about getting himself off. He moves over to your nipple, licking and sucking until it's completely hardened, leaving himself breathless. The two fingers that had been working your cunt had picked up the pace now, and there was an unfamiliar feeling in your gut that you couldn't identify.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" You groan, legs trembling.

Jungkook is all too familiar with these actions and asks, "You're already close? I've barely done anything to you." He teases, chuckling to himself.

You know he's being lighthearted, but you can't help but feel embarrassed at the tears forming in your eyes from how good everything feels.

Suddenly, he's pulling his fingers out of you, and now you feel like crying for a different reason. You go to protest but stop to watch as he takes his shirt off. If you weren't sure then, it's obvious now he'd started attending the gym.

He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants down his legs, tossing them into the abyss before reaching into his bedside table and retrieving a condom. "You're okay?"

You nod.

"Use your words."

“I’m okay, Jungkook.”

"You're still okay with this?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

Jesus fucking Christ, the saint this man is.

"I'm positive." You assure him.

You move to pull down your skirt and underwear, but Jungkook catches your wrist. "Leave them on," he says. There are so many things going on that you choose not to question.

He pulls off his boxers in the meantime, hardened cock slapping against his abdomen with precum leaking from the tip. Though you had nothing to compare it to, Jungkook was obviously slightly larger than average. You shouldn't be surprised; it's always the guys that you'd least expect.

He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, retrieving the rubber inside before tossing the remains to his floor. Despite being fully erect, he fists his cock a few times before sliding the condom on.

He crawls over you, left arm at the side of his head, while he uses his dick to nudge your panties to the side. "This still okay?"

"I already told you—fuck!" He cuts you off, the tip of his cock slowly making its way inside you. You feel so stretched out from this alone you don't know how you'd manage to fit all of him into you.

Jungkook must be feeling the same, swearing under his breath and commenting about how tight you feel around him. Second by second, he coaxes himself into your pussy until you feel like you could split right open. "Are you all the way in?"

"No, can't take anymore?" He asks, leaning his head down against your ear.

You're embarrassed to admit he's too big to handle on your first time, but it's the truth. You don't want to overextend yourself just to please him and end up hurting yourself.

"You can move, just…not too much. Please."

Jungkook nods, "Whatever you want, angel."

He pulls his hips back and rocks himself back in, being sure to ask if you're okay with his pace. Once you confirm you feel fine and want him to keep going, he continues his movements; his eager hips snapping against yours and his cock hitting your G-spot with each deep stroke. You feel like you're on cloud nine, hands tangled in his hair as he swallows your moans.

That unfamiliar feeling from earlier returns; you feel it through your entire body this time. A moan of his name escaping your lips lets him know you're close. How he can always sense these things is beyond you; it's not worth overthinking.

"Close?" He asks, and you nod frantically.

Jungkook picks up his speed slightly, careful not to overwhelm you, but just enough to reach your climax, until finally, the bundle of nerves in your abdomen snaps, and your back is arching off the mattress as you come around his cock.

He's only a few seconds behind with his orgasm, erupting in a loud grunt when he finally reaches it. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Jungkook finally pulls out of you and slides the condom off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into his trash bin.

"Are you okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." You respond, and it isn't a lie. Physically, you feel terrific; mentally, it was an entirely different story. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

As much as you would love to lay naked with Jungkook in his bed for the rest of the night, you know Somi will be home anytime soon. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He nods, crawling under his covers once you stand from his bed, tugging your skirt to its proper length as you search for your remaining clothing. "Oh, it's um…your shirt, it's over there." Jungkook awkwardly gestures towards a pile of clothing by the end of his bed.

Almost as quickly as you shred yourself of them, you snatch your clothing and bundle them up against your chest.

"Listen, I know right now isn't really ideal, but I meant what I said about liking you, and really think we should talk." He says nervously, barely even able to look at you.

You almost want to laugh at how cute he is; instead, you agree to talk to him about it soon. You're about to head out into the hallway when Jungkook reminds you about your charging phone over by his desk.

You retrieve it and scan the area again, ensuring you haven't left anything else behind. When everything seems clear, you stand upright, but your eyes fall toward the trash bin near his window with the discarded condom. You're embarrassed to even look at it until you realize something seems off. It looks…empty.

Now, you're no sex expert, but imagine that if Jungkook had finished, there'd be something to show for it in the condom. Right?

Did he fake his orgasm? Was this another one of his fucked up mind games you'd been subjected to?

You don't know what to think as you step into the bathroom; your emotions are all over the place, and all you really want to do is go home. But you promised Somi you'd be here when she returns, so you stay.

The next time a Jeon sibling asks if you're okay is twenty minutes later when Somi finally arrives and asks why your eyes are so watery.

"I'm fine." You respond, and you're lying for the first time that night.

#bts #bts imagines #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook scnenario #jungkook smut #kpop imagine #kpop smut #kpop scenario

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w2sology · 3 months

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omg hi I saw your requests were open and I loved loved loved ‘all of the ways’ could you please write something about readers reaction to Harry’s goal at the charity match? Thank you!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

this was from last year omg... how did i not see it 😃 and also as a west ham fan this was absolutely beautiful to write 🤭

the real deal, harry lewis.

summary: you attend the 2023 sidemen charity game and just to your luck, harry scores his first goal.

warnings: not proof read!

walking up the steps that led to the top of the lower blocks in the london stadium, you smiled, unable to contain your excitement for the game that was to follow.

the sidemen were having another of their charity football games, and as you always were, you came along to support harry.

arm in arm with freya, the two of you, along with faith and a few others of the sidemen family, walked towards your seats, your eyes flickering around as you took in the large amount of people who came.

it was a hot day, and despite feeling the material sticking a little to your body, you didn't regret wearing the black 'wroetoshaw 77' shirt, proud to show off your boyfriend.

leading up to today's event, harry had been moaning and groaning about not yet scoring a goal since the first charity match, but he was just happy to be out there with the boys.

"well, when you score your first," you'd told him, hand cupping his cheeks as you pulled his face towards you. "i'll be right there with you to celebrate."

that was more than enough motivation to give harry his end goal of the day ─── score a goal just for you.

collecting olive from ethan as they walked out onto the pitch, faith sat back down with the babbling bundle of joy, nervously tapping your thighs. "gosh, i can't wait for it to start already!" she squealed.

and you shared her excitement equally, a bright smile on your face as you watched harry looking around the block for you, blowing a kiss and waving your way when he spotted you.

you gladly returned the gesture, fanning yourself with the matchday program and shielding yourself from the burning sun.

as the match went on, you grew more and more interested. of course, it was for charity as well as for shits and giggles, but being with harry for such a long time, you become immersed in the sport that he loved so dearly.

with the first half over, freya had gotten you a drink with some extra ice cubes, and as you say with it, harry and the rest of the boys walked into the tunnel for their half time break, your lover giving you a wink as he walked past.

it didn't matter if he was sweaty or not; the sight of harry alone was enough to make you want to jump his bones.

holding onto that thought, you managed to make it to the second half without asking any questions like you usually would when watching football with harry.

"well, i don't get why they can't just run towards the other goal and kick it in then, if they're allowed to use their hands." you'd say.

"because... because that's just not how it works!"

and now there you were, stood on your feet as you watched vik pass the ball back towards harry instead of taking the shot himself, and your boyfriend didn't miss a beat; he kicked the ball beautifully into the back of the net.

you screamed so loud you couldn't even hear it, turning next to you to grasp freya's arms as faith turned her camera towards you to capture your reaction.

"oh my god!" you yelled, hands over your cheeks as you watched harry and the boys huddle together to celebrate his first goal for the sidemen.

breaking apart, harry turned to where you sat and held up a makeshift heart with his hands for you, albeit it looking like a circle at the first few seconds.

there was so much pride and love in your what for him, that when the game ended and he had his winner's medal and all on him, you couldn't help but smother his face in kisses, outwardly expressing your happiness for him.

"i told you you could do it," you whispered against his lips, his hair tickling your forehead.

"yeah, you did, didn't you?"

pressing his lips to yours briefly, harry pulled back to smile at you, his girl, and his number one supporter.

"looks like the wag life is about to become reality," he joked.

"oh yeah," you laughed. "the real deal."

#wroetoshaw #wroetoshaw x reader #sidemen x reader #wroetoshaw imagines #harry lewis x reader #sidemen #wroetoshaw imagine #harry lewis

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axailslink · 1 year

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When we're thirty

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: Being best friends with Riri is a gift especially when neither of you are aware of your attraction to each other.

Snippet from the fic: “ "she tryna flip these inside out" you grab some of your perfume ignoring riri as you spray it on your wrists, chest, and ankles. Riri watches and waits until you're finished to say "why you spray your ankles?" You smile to yourself and Riri's dead serious now "you better not be ready to give up no cooky tonight bitch did you shave too?" ”

Dating for you is so common and Riri can't be more fucking annoyed in her life about it. "Could you at least act happy for me?" Riri glances up from her phone and shakes her head "absolutely not. I would but seeing as you've dated half the campus now I'm not saying shit." You scoff and put on your necklace "I'm pretty sure that was your way of calling me a whore" Riri nods "your words not mine" you groan and snatch her phone tossing it on her bed "stop being a dick and just be happy for me plesse Ri. You always telling me how I should get with a girl who cares for me as much as I care for them and this girl might be her." Riri nods "I mean maybe... No one else has made it even close to a third date with you. They look at you wrong and you get rid of em aren't you worried people might think you a...how do I say..?" You cock your brow wishing her to say the word you know is forming on her O shaped lips "you best not. I ain't no hoe I ain't just fucking very body not every body gets that luxury okay? You gotta be something special to see me naked. Especially for free." Riri laughs and shakes her head "I must be "something special" because I've seen you inside and out miss Y/n" you roll your eyes and reply "you're my best friend..." Riri nods "exactly and as your best friend I'm telling you this chick is tryna slide in your jeans" you. Can't help but laugh at Riri's terminology "girl what?"

Riri nods pulling on the belt loop of your ripped jeans "she tryna flip these inside out" you grab some of your perfume ignoring riri as you spray it on your wrists, chest, and ankles. Riri watches and waits until you're finished to say "why you spray your ankles?" You smile to yourself and Riri's dead serious now "you better not be ready to give up no cooky tonight bitch did you shave too?" You don't answer Riri's question instead you grab her by her wrist and pull her to you "hug me and see if you can smell this perfume" Riri does as asked and nods but she doesn't let the whole spray thing go away in fact she continues speaking about it as you make your way outside the door and to your car.

🤎💚🤎💚🤎💚🤎💚🤎💚🤎💚🤎💚🤎💚🤎💚

Upon your return it's written all over your face Riri doesn't even have to ask she just grabs a blanket and puts on some cartoons "come here." You do as requested immediately kicking your shoes off and taking your jeans and top off before getting in bed with Riri. "You're going to love this" no she's not she truly hates seeing you sad or upset even if it means she was right "don't say that" "at this point you the only girl I'm vibing with we should get married if we're thirty and still single." Riri laughs and kisses your forehead "you're ridiculous you'd hate fucking me cause I wouldn't let you be on top." You laugh and shake your head "see that right there I ain't no fucking pillow princess you gone get this loving cause you act like you can't be touched but we both know a little something something..." Riri cocks her brow "so what? You saying you could strap me down?" You sit up and nod "fuck yeah I could strap you down and wear you out just saying." Riri bursts into laughter causing you to scoff.

"Wow so you really don't think I could wear you out?" Riri shakes her head as she holds her laugh "man whatever not only that we couldn't get married because you a player you date everybody I'd get jealous." You chuckle and lean your head against her chest "I wouldn't date everyone if you were my girl. Only you. You care too much unlike the girls I be with... You notice the smallest changes I'd have my hands full." Riri finds this the best timing to say "and your mouth" you slap her shoulder and sigh "girl shut the fuck up and cuddle me. Remember I'm heartbroken." Riri opens her legs so you can lay in between on her chest. Riri watches as you fall asleep and shakes her head "when we're thirty."

A/n: ah sweet best friends who secretly yearn for each other but don't want to ruin a good friendship. I think imma make this correlate to the long fic I'm supposed to be posting.

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ultralovedeluxe · 10 months

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Belonging || Yan! Lisa Lisa Drabble

Once again another daydream that soon became something I write about. EDIT: it’s been a while since I’ve written something omg, this is super all over the place. Hopefully, this is a nice lil taste before I write full one-shots again. Enjoy!! ^^

Warnings: minors dni, fem reader, yandere behaviors, burning (with cigarette), flirting with Caesar, abuse of power, kinda short

“Again.”

The older woman demanded as she placed the cigarette butt directly onto your arm. You cried out in pain. Despite this not being the first time you’ve been burned, it still hurt like hell. This had been going on for what felt like an eternity.

What did you even do that warranted this sadistic torture from your mistress?

Oh right. You disobeyed her.

Lisa Lisa had been your mistress for just a little over a year. Really it was just supposed to be for a couple of weeks. You had only decided to work as a maid and attendant to cover for your(at the time, sick) sister, Susie Q. However, your sister got too attached during your visit that she has begged you to stay; so you did.

And boy do you regret it.

At first, things were normal. You weren’t expecting to build a close bond with the older woman. But you soon started to notice how much Lisa Lisa was spending time with you. You assumed that was okay right? Surely it was normal. After all, your sister spoke very highly of Lisa Lisa, you knew the two could be considered close friends. You knew she loved this job, it wasn’t really appropriate to question anything about it. So you just shrugged it off.

Then things started getting weirder when your mistress had asked if you wanted to bathe with her. Huh..? That was odd. It was such an out of no where proposition you had to refuse. You couldn’t exactly forget the look she gave you. It was a dominating glare that lingered, and scared the absolute shit out of you. Surely there wouldn’t be anything wrong with that right? After that interaction you gave in and joined her for a bath.

From then on Lisa Lisa pulled you aside for all kinds of different reasons. Some of which were way too personal for the relationship the two of you had.

"Give me a massage darling, I've had a rough day.." Normal enough.

"Won't you join me for bed sweetheart?" Okay..odd.

"I don't want you talking to Caesar anymore." Wait what?

Your mistress had forbidden you to talk to the blonde-haired Italian. But why? Sure you had a small crush on him, and you may or may not have returned his advances towards you a couple of times, but why should that be any of her business?!

"Lisa Lisa-"

She gave you a nasty look, "That's mistress to you", she said lighting a cigarette without looking away from you. You gulped as you made eye contact with her. Sweat started to go down your face, was it worth it to even call her out on this invasion of privacy?

"Mistress, with all due respect, I don't think it's an issue that I'm talking to Mr. Zep-"

"Are you disobeying me?" Lisa Lisa asked in a stern tone. Even when she was livid, her face still looked relatively calm. "I didn't ask you to stop talking to him, that was a direct order. By the looks of it I see you hold no respect for me anymore" she said crossing her legs ever so elegantly.

You didn't know how to react. "I'm sorry mistress I didn't mean that-"

"Are you sorry?" she cut you off once again. You nodded. She signaled you to come closer to her. Reluctantly, you did. And now you were standing right in front of her.

"Sit down on my lap darling. That's also an order. Unless you're not sorry. And if you aren't there's the door, and your sister can go with you" she stated, and that alone made you obey with no hesitation. You didn't want Susie to lose her job...

"That's a good girl..but you still need to be punished, don't you?"

"Again darling, I couldn't hear you clearly the last time.."

You were crying horrendously. So much so your tears were blinding you. Lisa Lisa was not kind whatsoever. You were growing sick of smelling the strong scent of her favorite brand of cigarettes. Your arms were covered in burns, while your neck was filled with hickeys. You wanted this to stop, you had enough.

"I'm still waiting," she said in a low voice.

You whimpered as you felt Lisa Lisa bring another cigarette close to your arm again. "I-I'm sorry, I won't talk to Mr. Zeppeli anymore," you said closing your eyes.

She gave you a small smile, "And?"

"I will never disobey you again.." you said. "M-mistress" you whispered opening your eyes and facing her.

Lisa Lisa smiled, you trembled above her. She looked at all the burn marks and hickeys that were now on your body. All physical signs that you belong to her.

You were officially hers, and no one could take you away.

#ultralovedeluxe #this kinda sucked lmao #yandere jjba #jjba imagines #jojo x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere lisa lisa #yandere lisa lisa x reader #lisa lisa imagine #lisa lisa x reader

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Fight or Flight?

Eddie Munson x Fem! reader

(not my gif)

description: Being an ex-cheerleader and now being friends with the 'freaks' don't mix well together. Things start to get out of hand when the cheerleaders you ditched confront you about your new personality and friends.

warnings: PHYSICAL VIOLENCE/FIGHTING! w/ Jason n cheerleaders, blood, swearing, angst, being bullied, slight mention of cheating, fluffy ending

WC: 4100+

“Do we all have to be here?” Mike whines over the loud chatter of students slowly gathering in the school gymnasium. Robin sighs and leans her head against your shoulder as you glance over at the members of the Hellfire Club who are sitting in front of you, Robin, Steve and Nancy.

Principle Higgins called everyone to gather at the gymnasium during the fifth period to discuss the upcoming plans of the school such as the basketball championships, prom and graduation. Nancy was glad that we got the seats right at the end of the row so we could dip out of here as soon as possible.

“Do you think he ever washes that tie?” Steve whispers as he eyes Higgins talking to a student. All your heads turn towards Higgins' direction, spotting the familiar brown suit, pink tie and black dress shoes. The most everyone saw Higgins in a ‘different’ attire was when he wore grey dress shoes.

“Do you think he ever washes that suit and tie? That’s the real question here,” Robin responds chuckling while nudging Steve.

Dustin turns around to face you guys with a sneaky smirk, “If you see sauce smeared on the left side of his pant pocket, then he hasn’t washed it in a week.”

Your brows furrow at Dustin’s sudden observation, “And how do you know that?” you ask suspiciously.

“Eddie over here-” Dustin nudges Eddie’s side, now earning his attention, “-'accidentally’ tripped in the cafeteria with pizza sauce on his fingers and coincidentally fell on Higgins,” Dustin remarks sarcastically. Eddie snorts remembering the incident. Robin tries her best to hold in her laughter while Nancy shakes her head not surprised by Eddie’s actions.

“Are you implying that I purposefully used him as a human napkin?” Eddie questions Henderson, confusion washes over Dustin’s face, “A wha-”

“Okay but he’s had to at least wash his pants from that incident, it would be absolutely disgusting if he didn't,” you chuckle in amusement, waiting for Higgins to turn around so you could see his left side.

“Wait, why did you have pizza s-”

Steve was cut off by Higgins loud introduction, “Good afternoon Hawkins High!”

The recognisable yet annoying voice halts your conversation; earning a quiet groan from the group, but was quickly replaced with quiet laughter and disgust as you all see the stain on his left pocket.

You’ve plaited at least four small parts of your hair during Higgins' introductory speech at this point, barely listening to his usual talk consisting of putting rubbish in the trash, respecting teachers and other shit that goes out from one ear to the other. Your eyes scan the gymnasium, observing how dirty and disgusting some of the things are in here. That was until your eyes landed on the large, fluffy head of curls sitting in front but slightly to your left. You and Eddie formed a really good friendship ever since you both met from Steve and Robin. Though you both did not have a lot in common, your personalities adjusted to each other pretty quickly. You started to find interest in his metal music, while he started to find interest in your soft rock/pop music. This infinite loop of constantly showing each other your likes eventually led up to you hanging in his trailer some nights and chilling. But the only time where you kept an interest to yourself was your interest in him. All the endless times you’ve spent with Eddie, have built your liking for him.

“Put your finger on this string-yeah, yeah-okay now-” Eddie’s fingers lightly moved your middle finger on the guitar fret. You couldn't help but stare at his face as he focused on getting your fingers in the right place; it was the way his big eyes fixated on the placement, his tongue poking out in concentration, and his eyes smiling when you got the right chord.

“You cannot be serious right now Eddie,” Your eyes widen as you hold the vinyl in Eddie’s trailer. He chuckled in response as he watched the excitement slowly escaping out of your body.

“No freaking way. Eddie Munson. Owning a Queen vinyl?” You laugh as you slap Eddie’s arm, “Not very metal of you,” You smirk.

He playfully pinches your arm, “I only got it because I know they’re your favourite band and you know- there’s actually some bangers in there,” he says with a shy smile on his face as he crosses his arms.

“I really am a good influence huh?” You ask nudging him.

“I guess that’s your only talent,” he responds with a teasing smile. You pinch his arm, earning a laugh from him.

“Time to get you into Madonna then!” You squeal.

“Oh fuck off.”

“Might as well make out with him right now,” Robin interrupts your train of thought as her eyes glance between you and Eddie. You elbow her arm, quickly looking around, hoping no one heard her. When you notice that everyone is still bored out of their minds, you exhale a sigh of relief. You roll your eyes and scowl at Robin, who has a sneering smirk painted on her face

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you whisper loud enough for the group to hear.

“Fuck my life,” You groan as you attempt to wave your hands under the hand dryer in an attempt to activate it. With a deep sigh, you brush your hands on your jeans, hoping that the wet patches would dry by the time you return. When you open the restroom door, you notice two familiar cheerleaders dangling by the entrance. The creaking of the door causes their heads to swivel in the same direction, their expressions lighting up as soon as they notice you.

“Hey Y/N!” Lily beams. She tries to link her arm with yours, but you rapidly pull your arm back. For a single second, her expression is offended, but it is swiftly masked by her deceptive and fraudulent smile. You're taken aback by Lily's unusual behaviour; you're used to hearing her snicker and gossip about you since you're an ex-cheerleader who ditched them for true friends. Obviously, you are aware that she is up to something shady, but you'll pretend to be intrigued.

“What?” You blatantly ask, crossing your arms. Lily shifts in her position for a short amount of time while alternating her attention between Rosy and you. You cut her off as she opens her lips to say anything.

“Quit the shit acting and get to point,” you spit out to the cheerleader. Lily scoffs, her true demeanour fully exposed, venom now filling her eyes as she scowls at you intently.

She takes a step closer to you, “Didn’t know you were such a bitch now,” she hisses back looking at you up and down. You scoff in response until you spot a figure in your peripheral vision. You turn around and see the one and only Jason Carver. You exhale deeply while clicking your tongue.

“Oh, so are you going to join your minions now?” you mockingly ask Jason who is slowly walking towards you. As Jason takes a step forward, Lily takes a step back, a disdainful smile visible on her face. Jason flashes a scornful grimace, his hands clasped together, his gaze trailing your form.

“What did they do to you? What did that cult leader do to you?” He whispers in fake sympathy, his eyes now meeting yours. His deceitful frown screams his dislike for your friends, particularly your relationship with the Hellfire Club. When the jocks and cheerleaders noticed you talking to Eddie Munson, shit got loose for you. That's when the bullying and snickering began. Though you never took it seriously, you could tell they had nothing better to do with their lives than gossip.

Instead of answering his question, you continue to hold the provoking eye contact. The presence of Jason's atmosphere drowned out the sound of Higgin's speech. It's the way he would suck out people's lives merely to have everything go his way to sustain his reputation.

“So you think you’re tough now?” His breath hits your face as he leans in closer, “What happened to the shy, little girl that used to always be scared of swearing and trouble?” His hands slowly reach up to brush your cheek. As he creeps closer, your breathing quickens as you gulp, averting your sight to the lockers near you.

Jason's lips twitch upwards, "There she is," he diabolically chuckles.

Your gaze returns to his, “You’re still the same dickhead that runs around looking for other girls to fuck while with Chrissy. Right Rosy?” you jeer at Jason, tilting your head to look at Rosy in the eye. You see her eyes expand in fright and Lily's eyes bulge out of her skull. That was before you were brutally thrown against the locker with a hand around your throat. Your head and back began to ache. Your hands struggle to pry Jason's hand away. Tears swirl around your eyes, blurring Jason's face which is barely inches away. Your chest rapidly rises and falls as you attempt to breathe as much air as possible.

“Aw look she’s crying,” Jason loudly laughs as his eyes continue to burn into yours, “Munson can’t save you now huh?” you watch Jason nod his head at Rosy, giving her a signal for something. His gaze meets yours one more before you feel a sharp jolt on your side torso. Rosy kicks you in the side and stomach with her heel. As you silently endure the never-ending agony, your tears coat Jason's palm that is still wrapped around your throat. The excruciating torment spreads like wildfire throughout your body. Jason then leans his body back before a punch lands on your cheek, causing you to yelp while feeling blood trickle from your nose and across your lip.

“This is what happens when you’re a freak!” Lily shouts in your ear. Anger swells up within your body, and you gulp hard, straining your throat even more. Jason tightens his grasp on your throat as you straighten your posture against the locker. Your eyes wince in pain. That was until you violently and ruthlessly thrust your knee into Jason's crotch. He shrieks in despair, his reflexes releasing your throat as he covers his crotch in agony with both hands. You then take a step back from the locker and Lily and Rosy. Their jaws drop open as they witness Jason groan in misery as he falls to the ground.,

Nancy glances over to your empty seat, then to the clock on the wall, “Is Y/N okay? She’s been gone for almost twenty minutes.”

Robin yawns and shakes her head, “I mean understandable, who would want to listen to this crap anyways?” she whispers back to Nancy.

Nancy shifts in her seat, “Should someone go check on her? I mean she doesn’t-”

A loud shush was sent by Dustin who was glaring at the two girls. They roll their eyes in response, “Well speaking of the bathroom, I’m going to go too,” Dustin whispers to his peers before getting up and heading towards the hallway doors.

You didn’t know what to do. Fight or flight? Your heart was saying to run away from them to avoid more injuries, but your brain wanted to fight them out of hatred. Your eyes rapidly pace between the girls and Jason. Rosy’s head snaps towards you, pure rage encompassing her entire behaviour. Her feet start quickly stomping towards you. You've never fought before since you're afraid of hurting people physically, but this impulsive feeling in you wanted to fight Jason's minions. And that's exactly what you did. Before she could pull your hair or do some sort of puny move, you quickly yet roughly push her back causing her to topple over Jason. You watch as her head slams on the floor, a bit too hard than what you intended. Oh shit. You didn’t want to cause serious harm obviously, but she lifted her head and started to cry in pain. Thank fuck, at least she's alive, you sigh in relief. You were so focused on Rosy that you didn't notice Lily coming at you with another swing. Her fist strikes the same cheek, prompting you to crash your back against the lockers.

“For fuck’s sake, you could’ve at least gone for the other cheek,” You groan in throbbing pain. Acting quickly, you impulsively strike your fist into her nose. Lily's loud shriek was like music to your ears, but the difference this time was that Lily was still going to fight back, unlike Rosy. Lily picks her handbag off the ground, which was packed with a lot of shit like her makeup. You could visibly see the sharp edges of the items projecting outside the skin of the bag. Before you could grasp her hair in some sort of defence, you hear a loud and terrifying shriek.

“Y/N?!” Dustin shouts in terror from the end of the hallway, observing Jason and Rosy on the floor. You and Lily’s heads turn towards Dustin, his eyes widen in pure horror as there was blood dripping down your faces. He could see the tension beginning to rise again, instead of stopping the fight he ran back to the gymnasium doors. Luckily, the doors were semi-see through and his group were sitting at the end of the row closest to the doors. Dustin was smart enough to obviously not barge in, causing a messier scene, but instead, he started to frantically wave his hands in the air silently screaming for help trying to get at least someone’s attention. Steve sees rapid movements in his peripheral vision, he looks towards the door and sees Dustin in pure distress and panic.

“G-guys- Uh Dustin,” Steve frantically says to the group, loud enough for most of the hellfire club to hear. Their heads turn towards the door and spot a startled Dustin trying to hysterically say something.

“What is he saying?” Robin asks as anxiety starts to rise within her.

“I don’t know!” Nancy whisper yells trying to read his lips that are just moving in every direction making it almost impossible. Mike starts aggressively but subtly waving his hands trying to say that no one is understanding what he’s saying. Dustin is almost in tears at this point from frustration and fear.

“Y/N,” Eddie says with clear panic in his voice. Without hesitation, Eddie immediately jumps out from his seat, leaving the rest of the group to cover for Eddie’s abrupt disappearance. Running down the corridor, he hears muffled voices along with the banging of the lockers.

“What happened Dustin?!” Eddie breathlessly shouts whilst running.

“I-I-A fight! Jason-L-lily!” Dustin can’t even say sentences because of the running back and forth and his distraught state.

“Jason?” Eddie says baffled. Eddie knows you haven't spoken to Jason since you left their group, so the sudden fight is unusual. As they round the corner, they see you standing in the middle of the corridor, your back facing them, Jason and Rosy still on the floor, and Lily crawling away from you on her back. You turn your head around as you hear shuffling behind you, spotting Eddie and Dustin. Dustin's expression of terror and disbelief reached Eddie. Eddie comes to a halt to examine the situation, particularly you. Lily was able to inflict a couple more blows on you after Dustin departed, leaving you with a split lip, a gash on your cheekbone, and a bloodier nose. It looked like a scene from a horror film, and Eddie and Dustin were your next victims.

“Eddie,” You mutter loud enough for him to hear. Your intimidating and reckless energy had dissipated, and it had been replaced with physical agony and regret. You were flustered and began to feel anxious as tears welled up in your eyes once more. The moment you called Eddie, he immediately ran over to you. His arms wrapped over your frail form. You cried into his chest and collapsed on your knees, dragging him with you. He saw the blood stains on your clothing and the cuts on your exposed flesh. Eddie saw his eyes warming up and his vision getting blurry.

“I’m s-sorry,” you manage to blurt out between sobs. He closes his eyes and continues to hold you in his arms, trying to relax your distraught figure.

“Don’t be sorry,” his lips whisper against your hair as his arms rub your back. Eddie blinks open his eyes again, noticing Jason and Rosy helping Lily up. Eddie's heart is shattered by vengeance. He removes you out of his grip and gets up, Dustin now holding you instead.

“What the fuck did you do Carver?” Eddie angrily exclaims as he slowly walks toward Jason.

Jason scoffs as he pushes Rosy behind him, “What did I do? What type of satanic ritual did you do to her? Suddenly she is like you-” Jason lingers towards Eddie, “-she fights, talks back and is a freak.”

Eddie nods his head, smirking, and clicks his tongue in delight, “Are you just scared that there’s another person jeopardising your ego?” Eddie harshly mutters, testing Jason’s water.

“How could the freaks jeopardise my ego?” Jason smiles, matching Eddie’s venomous tone whilst shifting his focus to you.

“Then how big would your ego be if you had a crooked nose?”

Jason’s brows furrow as his head tilts in confusion, “Wha-”

Eddie cuts Jason off with a solid and direct punch to Jason’s nose. The gasps of you, Dustin and the cheerleaders are heard as Jason grips his bloody nose howling in astonishing pain.

“Now, imagine just telling your friends that the freak broke your nose,” Eddie laughs in his face. Jason continues to cover his nose, not responding to Eddie.

“Is that not jeopardising enough?” Eddie lifts his fists up again, “Should I do mo-”

“N-no-s-stop-ple-please.” Jason holds his hands up in surrender, blood continuing to flow like a stream out his nose. Eddie maniacally laughs at the sight of Jason.

“Never thought I'd be saying this-" Eddie clears his throat, "-but thanks to you, Carver, my ego is at an all-time fuckin’ high right now," He loudly applauses himself, “Now that you've got me marked on your face, show it off to your friends for me, will ya?” Eddie gets in one last punch to Jason’s cheek, sending him to the floor.

Lily and Rosy whimper in fear before running off, leaving Jason behind. Jason with no hesitation takes off behind them before disappearing out of your sight.

Eddie huffs with ease as they are nowhere to be seen. He notices you and Dustin gaping at him in disbelief. You were astounded by how well he handled it. When Eddie catches your stunned expression, he lets out a huge sigh and gives you a crooked smile.

“C’mon,” he whispers before putting his arms under you. He gives you a bridal boost and leads you into the closest restroom. Eddie instructs Dustin to rejoin the group before the teachers grow suspicious and begin looking for them. Eddie places you on the sink and locks the bathroom door with a swift motion. You watch as he snatches toilet paper right away and wets it before dabbing it on your cheek's dried blood. Silence is punctuated by the damp noises of the tissue sliding against your skin. It's impossible to look away from Eddie. His wide brown eyes are fixed on you, and despite the wrath and sadness that still remains in them, you can see the tenderness he feels for you. His frizzed hair is tousled and distressed like his current state, and his damaged knuckles are resting on your waist.

However, you think about how he always puts you first in his life. His caring and affectionate side always making sure you’re okay and healthy, this is what also started your feelings for him. Eddie constantly displayed his loving side to you; he never once displayed aggression, not even on a little scale. He prioritises you in his life and has always appreciated you, giving you hope that he would reciprocate your feelings. Eddie has so much good in him that no one else has ever seen, but you. You smile to yourself and think, ha, you're special to him.

“Why are you smiling?” He asks with a small grin on his face as he grabs another damp tissue and starts wiping your lip.

“Because I’m special to you,” You snicker with a teasing smile.

Eddie's expression meshes with bewilderment, "I-I mean, of course, you are." The silence returns, his arm still holding your waist and the sole source of attention being the wet feeling on your cheek.

"Am I special to you?" The stillness was disturbed by his voice. You sit there dumbfounded. With no answer in your head coming to mind, you murmur an inaudible response to his query, not even understanding what you said.

“Come again?” He raises his brow and stares you in the eyes, still waiting for an answer. You clamp your lips as you feel an impulsive sensation in your gut; it's now or never.

“I like you, Eddie,” you blurt out.

You feel his fingers tremble upon your cheek, he puts down the tissue and hesitantly shifts his gaze from your eyes to the sink. You start to chew your bottom lip as you hoped he looked hesitant because he wasn't sure if you meant it platonically or romantically. Eddie’s hand still rested on your waist while you nervously fiddle with your fingers waiting for a response. A few seconds of stillness in the restroom started to slowly strain your heart.

“No-” you gulp, you shift your body under his touch as you feel your nerves returning, “I like-like you,” you mumble releasing a heavy breath. His eyes meet yours instantaneously, your pulse begins to tremble as you feel embarrassment rise in your cheeks. You begin twisting a strand of your hair as you glance between the restroom stalls and his intimidating stare, the bathroom deafeningly quiet as neither of you speaks.

“L-look it’s okay if you don’t f-feel the same way, I-I just thoug-no felt like it was the right time to say my feelings. And it’s perfectly-it’s ‘A’ okay if you don’t like me back, I just couldn’t hold it in for much longer and I-”

“Can I kiss you?” His raspy voice softly interrupts, his eyes dart from your bruised lip and your eyes. Your entire body becomes stiff. Fingers come to an abrupt halt. Your respiration rate accelerates as blood flows to your head. Your entire mind was flooded with a sense of confusion and satisfaction mingled with relief. Eddie gently chuckles as he watches all fifty expressions play out on your face. You slowly crack a sheepish smile and stifle a giggle that released all your buried anxieties. Nodding your head, that infectious smile of yours reflected onto his lips. He places his other hand on your torso, gently leaning closer until he tenderly touches your lips. Your eyelids flutter shut, and instead of the darkness behind your closed eyes, you're met with the illumination and vibrant fondness of your heart. The hope you tucked away exploded throughout your body, the butterflies in your stomach erupting with each passing second. He begins to move his mouth meticulously against yours, trying not to hurt you. As you both melt into each other, you suddenly remember the state you’re in and the events that just occurred. Picturing Jason’s pleading face paints your mind. You start giggling against his lips and place your arm on his shoulder pressing him back. He watches you continue to laugh as you hide your mouth. He blinks at you and cracks a half smile, his mouth opening slightly in perplexity.

“You alright?” He asks, his face sporting a confused grin as he begins to slowly laugh with you, still clueless.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath in, holding in your laughter. Nope. You couldn’t. You snort and your laughter begins to bounce off the tiles of the bathroom.

“I-it was Jason’s face! W-when he was begging you to stop!” you manage to say between chuckles. Eddie remembers that exact moment. He pushes his tongue to the roof of his mouth to prevent his laughter, but as the frightened and petrified image of Jason pops up in his head he couldn’t help but burst into laughter too, matching your loud and chesty laugh.

#eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson ff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfiction #fan fiction #stranger things fic #stranger things x y/n #stranger things angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff

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skatermusic · 2 months

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"Where are you headed this time, dear?" Elliott asked from his study.

"Oh, just gonna kick Pierre's ass. Don't wait up for me." Taylor answered.

Elliott simply nodded, engrossed in planning out his next novel. Then, his husband's words hit him, and he sprung to his feet. "Taylor, what do you mean?" Elliott asked, hands on Taylor's shoulders.

"Heard from Sam that the piece of shit's been taking credit for my produce. He bought one of my bottles of ancient fruit wine for his mom's birthday, and Pierre had the audacity to claim that he brewed it himself." The farmer was fuming by this point. He unsheathed his Galaxy Sword. In the other hand, he pulled out his phone and opened a text conversation between himself and Sam. "Get a load of this, babe."

The picture in question was of the farmer's best friend holding the bottle of wine mentioned earlier. In lieu of the "Blackwood Farm" label was a label from Pierre's General Store.

Elliott was appalled. "Well, I never!"

"Yep. I almost wish I'd let Joja settle in so I could sell my stuff there instead."

Elliott hugged the farmer. "I'm so sorry he did this. Surely Mayor Jodi will realize once she opens her birthday present?"

"Hopefully. Unless she throws the book at him, I may as well fly my stuff to the city instead." And Taylor easily could. Not only did he possess a private pilot's license, but, just before he pulled a "Fuck this, I'm out," from his job at Joja, he used his cut of his grandfather's inheritance to become the owner of a Cessna, which was parked just outside.

"I definitely wouldn't fault you for that. We do speak of the same individual who placed a bucket of water atop the door and revealed my secret to everyone in town."

"That son of a bitch!" As if Taylor hadn't already lost enough respect for the man. If Pelican Town wasn't such a tight-knit community, that could've ended with his husband being experimented on, or being an attraction for a water park!

"Agreed, and he is not the only one. Who do you suppose was in on this act of betrayal?"

Of mother-fucking-course, the douchebag who used to call himself mayor paid Pierre to do it. Yoba forbid the man spent his money on improving the town. Instead, he made a gold statue of himself and, apparently, paid shopkeepers to expose townsfolks' secrets.

Normally, Elliott would never condone violence, but he would happily make an exception for Pierre. "Remember not to tread any blood on the floor, darling. That will be an absolute nightmare to clean."

With a kiss from his husband, Taylor was off.

Just as he was about to enter the store, he saw his father in law leaving, groceries in hand. "Hey, Pops." Taylor greeted.

Willy noticed the amount of weapons the farmer was carrying. "Headed to the caves, my boy?"

"Not exactly."

Taylor and Willy walked to the saloon, where he told the fisherman everything.

"Trust me, son. I had a bone to pick with them both. Lewis was picking his teeth off the floor just before he got locked up, and after Pierre let Elliott's secret out, I had half a mind to buy a Joja membership."

Taylor patiently waited for the "But....."

"Sure, Pierre's a scumbag, but I couldn't bear the thought of the community centre being destroyed."

"Yeah, that's fair."

"Lewis deserved everything. May have broken my hand, but like hell do I have any regrets."

"What should I do about Pierre, Pops? Can't just let him get away with this."

"That's the thing-you won't. And I have an idea."

Taylor's phone buzzed, his husband's name appearing on the caller ID. He answered the phone. "You're on speaker, hon, and your dad's with me. I caught him up, and he has an idea."

"Ah. Do tell."

"One of you will blow the whistle on his ass, just like we did to Lewis." Willy explained. "The Flower Dance is right around the corner, and Pierre always uses Taylor's goods for the buffet table."

"Sounds like a plan. I think Elliott better do it, Pops. You know how I am when I'm pissed."

"Happily, darling." Elliott agreed.

With the plan made, all that was left was to wait for April 24th.

#stardew valley #my fanfiction #stardew valley elliott #sdv farmer #merman elliott #willy practically adopted elliott

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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cigarette flavored kisses.

shinichiro sano x fem.reader

you always hated working the night shift at this diner, especially on a saturday night. it was always so loud, especially when these wannabe gangs kept coming in.

despite it all, you did your best to serve the customers and save up some money going from paycheck to paycheck. sometimes, the boys would get a little too handsy, but you kept your lips sealed shut as per your boss's own advice.

"just serve 'em with a smile. they're our regulars and regulars always have a special spot here."

god how you wished you could just disappear, or better yet, find a more decent job that paid just as well. but alas, you couldn't find any other alternatives, nor could you afford to.

which was why you were currently so miserable at the moment.

during the later portion of your shift, a customer kept pestering you while you waited tables. he had his eyes set on you since the moment he walked in, and he just couldn't take the hint.

you even resorted to making up a story about how you had a boyfriend that was going to kick his ass if he didn't stop, yet still- he persisted. even going as far as to follow you when you left work after your shift ended, keeping you pinned against him and the wall behind you.

"come on, give ol' me a chance. there's no way you gotta boyfriend if you're working like this. i can support you, babe, me and my crew own this city. you don't even have to worry about a damn thing!"

"i told you, i have a boyfriend and he will kill you if he sees you flirting with me! just let me go, already!"

a deep voice calls out your name, catching your attention. coming towards you was a young man you frequently saw eating at the diner. sometimes, he came with his little brother and sister, always behaving so achingly sweet while in their company.

he steps closer, and you could see his dark eyes and pale skin as a cigarette hung from his lips. he takes a drag from it while grabbing a hold of your harasser's shirt, succeeding in pulling him off of you as he takes out the burning tip of the cigarette against the man's shirt.

"shit, s-sano, t-take it easy man, i didn't think she was yours- oof!" the tall man punches the harasser in his face before taking a protective stance in front of you. "you trying to take my woman away from me?"

"n-no man, i swear, had i known she belonged to you, i wouldn't have- i'm sorry okay?!" it's then that he finally takes the hint, bolting away while leaving you alone with the man simply known as sano.

only when he disappears does the tall man let out a string of curses, holding on to the hand that he had used to punch your harasser away. the sight of his tough guy act quickly melting away makes you giggle a bit, causing sano to grimace.

"h-hey, are you okay? did that asshole hurt you or anything?"

you shake your head, gently taking a hold of his arm as you decided to lead him back to your apartment to help with healing his bruised hand. "no, but you certainly got hurt."

he groans, "no fair, it hurts my ego seeing a pretty girl laughing at me when i just wanted to defend her."

"and you did your job perfectly well, if i may say so myself." you slide your grip down from his arm to take a hold of his hand. it felt warm in yours, and you found yourself not wanting to let him go. there was a sweetness about sano that you couldn't deny, and it absolutely drew you into him.

"how did you know my name, anyways?" you ask him, staring directly into his dark eyes. he blushes a bit at your question, even managing to turn red from beneath the lamplight as he coughs and points down at your name tag still secured to the front of your work uniform.

"o-oh, right." you felt stupid for not realizing how your name tag was still on, but his soft whisper manages to make you feel better when he admits, "i like coming to that diner just to see you. mikey and emma keep pushing me to ask you out, but i always end up losing my nerves and gettin' tongue tied around you."

his confession was way more than you could ever ask for, feeling your own cheeks become heated in response. shutting your eyes momentarily, you let out a sigh before telling him, "you should have asked me out. only a fool would reject you, mr. sano."

it's then that he stops walking, with his tall form now standing in front of you. he frames at your face with his uninjured hand, thumb caressing almost lovingly against your bottom lip. "shinichiro."

"huh?"

"call me shinichiro." his touch was still so soft against your skin, and his features were so beautiful to you that you found it difficult to look away from him. you were both mesmerized by each other, remaining completely silent until he suddenly blurts out "can i kiss you?"

with a stiff nod, you allow shinichiro to adjust his hold on you before leaning down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. it was a little awkward, but soon enough, his lips found a rhythm against yours, slanting perfectly against them as he kissed you with a fervor you had never felt before.

your first ever kiss tasted of coffee and cigarettes, and you found yourself not minding the fact that you had managed to capture the heart of this soft delinquent.

a.n. - here's another update bc reading these latest chapter for tokyo revengers makes me realize i may be a shinichiro sano girl after all.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #sano shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x you #.stories

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paisholotus · 1 year

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Hard Times

T'challa x black fem reader

Summary: T’Challa’s wife is dealing with the after effects of having a baby.

Warnings: Postpartum Depression, Strong Language, Mentions Of Suicidal Thoughts

Translations: Sthandwa (My Love) Intombazana yomntwana ( Baby Girl) Uthando lwam (Beloved) Ukumkanikazi wam ( My Queen) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda, nawe ( Love You, Too) Nobabini ( Both Of You)

❗DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED❗

Requested By: @bluesapphire2

A/N: This MF Long. But I hope you like it fren. And I hope y'all like it

3rd Pov

It’s the most glorifying day for the kingdom of Wakanda. A new heir has been born.

Princess Lesedi Udaku came into the world. Her name meaning “Ray Of Light”, she gave that to her family and everyone who knew about her.

Except for the most important person. Her mother. Who couldn't seem to have any light in her eyes, when she looked at her daughter.

The King T’Challa fawned over his daughter even more since she was born. She was a perfect mix of him and his wife, having both of your features. T’Challa’s high cheekbones, your smooth coco brown skin, his tight curls, and your big beautiful brown eyes. She was beyond the words perfect, she was everything he could have imagined. T'challa thanks Bast every day, for bringing his beloved Intombazana yomntwana into the world.

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Y/N Pov

I looked at her and felt nothing but emptiness. I couldn’t help the blank expression on my face when I held her close to my chest, holding her skin to skin. It’s not that i didn’t love her. How could i not love her? SHE'S FUCKING MINE, FOR BAST SAKE! Shit, I begged for her. I spent 9 months caring and nurturing her, but why did i feel nothing when she looked at me? I felt absolutely nothing, and it was gut wrenching. I waited and prayed for my child, and she's gets here and I couldn't feel nothing. What is wrong with me?

T’Challa, being the observant husband he was, noticed the joy i had during my pregnancy disappeared once our child actually came. His face held concern every time he looked at me. I would hear him ask his mother Ramonda, about what was wrong with me, and she simply replied with: “My son, she spent 12 hours in labor trying to give birth to your daughter. She is exhausted, mentally and physically. Give her time, she'll be fine and back to herself in no time."

It's been two weeks, i had multiple mood swings. I was irritable, and having thoughts about my baby that i shouldn't be having. And it scared the hell out of me, because Bast knows i would never hurt my baby. I didn't have the strength to be around my little girl, but I was constantly sad because i wasn’t around her.

What added to my stress was me not producing enough milk as much as i wanted to. I already felt like i didn't bond with her, but now I couldn't do the SIMPLEST THING which is feed my baby. I slowly felt myself getting more and more depressed. I started thinking what good is it for me to be here, if I couldn't feel any love for my child. I truly felt broken.

T'challa walked into the room as I paced back and forth beside the bed. “Why am I feeling this way, T’Challa?!” i questioned him angrily as hot tears ran down my cheeks.

He looked like he didn't know what to say, but walked towards me. “I-I do- I do not know, my love, but it'll get better. You know I'm always here for you." He said, reaching out for me.

I glared at him backing away taking in a ragged breathe. I angrily placed my hands on the sides of my head, and let out a choked sob. I looked back at him, his eyes glossy and a frown on his face. And it made me Angry! Not because of him, because of the stress and worry I was putting him through. It just seemed like I couldn't do ANYTING FUCKING RIGHT!

“Get out, T’Challa.” i turned my back away from him, so he wouldn't see me crying, and walked towards the bed, to get in the covers. When he attempted to grab me, i pushed him away.

“I SAID FUCKING LEAVE!” He slowly backed away, and began walking out of the room. I got in the bed and pulled the covers over my head, and began sobbing. What is happening to me?

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T’Challa’s Pov

I went to the doctor monitoring Y/N and Lesedi. The doctor informed me that it was common for her to be extremely sad, which occurs in a lot of women after giving birth.

“The Queen is suffering from postpartum depression, my king.” he told me. I looked at him confused.

“I've never heard of this....depression.” i was genuinely confused. I did not know she was depressed. How could i not see this? I just want to understand why.

“How is she depressed? She gave birth to the child we begged Bast for? I don't understand why she isn't happy. I said, looking at the doctor who gave me a sympathetic look.

“It’s not that she is not happy, T'challa. Her hormones, her worries, the stress of dealing with a newborn, can all bring upon this depression.” he said. He went to grab his clip board and started naming all the symptoms of Postpartum Depression.

anger

anxiety

guilt

hopelessness

loss of interest or pleasure in activities

mood swings

panic attacks

I folded my arms and frowned at each symptom he named. My Love was going through all this this?

Uncontrollable crying

irritability

restlessness

fatigue or loss of appetite

depression or fear

The thought of Y/N feeling like this, and trying to deal with it by herself hurt me. I felt tears brim my eyes but I quickly held my composure. I needed to be strong for Y/N, and to make sure she knew I was here for her.

I now had a better understanding, and thanked him, taking my leave to check on Y/N. I don't know what's going on with my Uthando lwam, but I will not stop until I figure it out.

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3rd Pov

T'challa walked in the room to see you in the bedroom again curled up in a ball. You were in bed with a pained look on your face. Y/N saw his face, and looked like she wanted to cry even more. This wasn’t only hurting you, it was hurting him too. It was hurting the baby. He got into bed and after a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"I need you to tell me what's going on with you, Sthandwa."

Y/N sighed deeply, shaking her head and turning away from him.

“You won’t understand, T’Challa.”He turned your body back towards him and stared into your eyes. “You’re not letting me understand. We are one, Ukumkanikazi wam. You can't keep shutting me out. I need you, our daughter needs you." He said, softly.

"She deserves a mother that’s happy to be around her and I’m not. I feel EMPTY! And I don’t understand because those 9 months I spent with her in my STOMACH, I felt so close to her but now she’s actually here and I don't feel ANYTHING! LIKE WHAT IS THE POINT?! I CAN'T FEED HER RIGHT! EVERY TIME I TRY TO HOLD HER SHE CRIES! AND IT'S MY FAULT BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE A BOND! I just feel like she'll be better off without me." She said, As tears streamed down her face.

He grabbed your face. “D-Do...... Do not say that! You are everything to me and you are everything to her. Do not say you are nothing! AND SHE WOULDN'T BE BETTER OFF! AND NEITHER WOULD I! WE NEED YOU! this WORLD and this COUNTRY NEEDS YOU! Do you understand?" Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, and cried into his shoulder and slowly nodded.

T'challa rubbed her back soothingly and kissed the side of her head, and turned her head so she could look at him. "I need you. Our daughter needs you. This kingdom needs you. You have to believe me when I say you are needed.”

After a hour of them comforting each other, T'challa got an idea, and kissed Y/N's head saying he'll be right back. Y/N sat up against the headboard and watched her husband walk out. Y/N sat in thought and tried to think positive, her and T'challa was going to make it through this, she'll just have to keep fighting.

T'challa walked in carrying Lesedi as she dranked from her baby bottle. T'challa got In bed beside his Queen, and slowly handed Lesedi to Y/N. She carefully took her and stared into her big brown eyes. Lesedi stared at her mama and reached her little chubby arm up and placed her hand on her mama's cheek, smiling letting out a gurgling noise.

Suddenly, it all hit her. A rush of happiness, joy, and love came barreling into Y/N, tears streaming down her face, as she started laughing. Y/N prepped many kisses on her daughters face. This is your daughter. This is yours. All yours. You knew you loved her with every fiber of your being, but now you finally felt it, and it was the most indescribable feeling you ever felt in your life.

T'challa looked at his wife with tears in his own eyes, and scooted over wrapping his arm around her back, and kissed her cheek.

"Ndiyakuthanda." He whispered to her. She turned to look at him with the biggest smile he's seen in a long time. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe." And kissed his lips, pulling away and looking back at her daughter. "Nobabini"

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Period complications part 3

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"Everything seems fine, you're good to go!" The doctor said after examining me.

"I'll make sure everything is filled in and ready for you. Just go to the reception to sign the files on the way to go." The nurse said after she gave us instructions on the treatment, giving me her number in case I have any problems or questions or anything.

"Thank you so much for everything!" I said, excited. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

Erling thanked her too then proceeded to help me dress. He insisted that he can take care of me, refusing the nurse's offer of helping me get dressed.

I swear this guy is something else. He is so possessive and protective of me.

I absolutely love it.

"Come on, love, let's get you dressed, my little snowflake" he kissed my head as he helped me put a t-shirt on (of course one of his), then helped me dress my lower half, putting on some black tights and some Manchester city blue socks, I actually bought them myself, I think that they are cute, topping it all off with a Manchester city jacket, in my own size since his is way too big for me. I refused to wear shoes, so we compromised on some Adidas slippers.

"Thank you, baby, I look like a football player" I chuckled, feeling sleepy.

"Nah, you look like you're Erling Haaland's girl" he smirked, kissing me on the nose before getting the bag with our things, making sure he covered everything.

"Good, we're ready baby, let me help you" he came back to me, helping me up. I almost fell down, if it wasn't for him holding me, my legs literally felt like jelly.

"Easy, baby, you're still a bit weak..." He pulled me closer to his body, supporting most of my weight and also carrying the bag.

"Since when walking such a hard task?" I wondered, making him chuckle.

We went to the reception to sign the papers but quickly left since everything was already paid for by Erling beforehand.

Erling helped me up into the car that was parked in the private underground parking lot. He had his Audi SUV ready, warm and comfy, my seat heat was also on, it was so damn amazing, I could die in this seat.

"Safety first, let me pull your seat belt on" he put the seat belt on around me, then kissed my head and stopped to look at me "how is everything? Are you comfy, does anything hurt? Do you want some water or a sneak maybe?" He asked worriedly.

"Everything is perfect Erl, you already took care of everything. I could never thank you enough for all you did for me... You gave me your blood, how crazy is that and you probably paid a shit ton of money for me to receive the best care, Erling, I just... You're unbelievable, I could never repay you for all the stuff you did for me since we met... " I said, looking up at him and pulling him in a hug.

"I love you, baby, of course, I want to take care of you. Always. You don't have to thank me for anything, ever. Let alone for money, it's not important. I work hard for it, sure, doing what I love, and I have plenty of it, of course, I'm going to spend it on the people I love. " he kissed my lips before slowly closing the door, running to the other side.

I watched him getting in, putting his seat belt on then starting to drive off.

It wasn't going to be a long journey, maybe 1 hour if there is traffic, but still, I'm looking forward to spending time with him like this.

I watch him as he drives, he looks so fucking good, so confident and relaxed and so opposite of me driving so yeah, I may have a small thing for watching him drive.

"What are you looking at baby?" He asked, reaching to hold my hand over the console.

I took it in my hands and brought it up to my lips to kiss it, making him smile.

"You"

"You're going to make me blush..." he said, smiling still.

"I just love how good you are at driving, so confident and comfortable and relaxed, I wish I was at least 10% like you" I admitted, playing with his fingers.

"You're a good driver, we just need to work on your confidence, stop putting yourself down babe," he said seriously.

"Yeah... maybe" I yawned cuddling closer.

"You look like a soft kitty" he cooed.

"Mmm, not a kitty..." I tried to protest, but I feel my eyelids getting heavy.

"Get some rest, my love" it's all I hear before drifting off to sleep.

I was woken up when I feel arms about me, lifting me up and carrying me inside "mmm you smell so good" I hid my face in his neck, inhaling his addictive scent as he chuckled "I know you have a thing for my smell baby, but we got to admit I smell like shit right now, haven't washed in 2 days"

"I think you smell amazing... And I don't have a thing for your smell, I just have a thing for you, your everything..." I sleepy explained, trying to be coherent but failing as I mispronounced some words, sounding like I was speaking in my mother language, but with English words.

It happens mostly when I'm tired or stressed but Erling loves it.

Oh well, the worst was when I was really drunk, the first and last time I was drunk actually. It was at Erling's birthday party. I was totally having a conversation with him in my own language and he understood basically nothing of it but found it funny and cute appearance, he said it made him fall even more in love with me. And of course, jake Grealish got it on video. It didn't help that I was basically telling Erling that he's so beautiful and that I loved his hair and that I wanted to taste his lips and thought his thighs were sexy and some other painfully bad flirting. I was so drunk I wasn't aware he was actually my boyfriend so yeah, I daydreamed about him, speaking out loud for everyone to hear but no one to actually understand a word.

Well, at least he's also a foreigner. He understands my struggles.

He has a similar thing, but he is way better at controlling it, and it's much less obvious.

"Love your accent baby," he said as he put me down on the sofa in the living room, putting the bag down as well.

I was looking around the room when he spoke, handing me a cup of water, as he sit down next to me "everything was cleaned, don't worry about anything love" he rubbed my back.

"I'm really sorry for ruining your things, Erling, I should have been more careful..." I admitted, guilty, looking up at him as I drank some water.

"Hey, I already told you it's not important baby, they are just things, they can be replaced but you baby, you can't be. And I almost lost you because of my stupidity." He pulled me gently into his lap, arms around me.

"Erl, you know it's not your fault, it's my body that fucked up, which, honestly, nothing new, but really, you should not be guilty..." I rubbed his soft cheek, kissing his cute lips.

"I treated you like shit, I yelled and said shit and I scared you! You looked so frightened... I'll never forgive myself for it" he said, looking down at me guilty as he moved a piece of hair that has fallen on my face behind my ear.

"Did you... Were you afraid that I was going to hurt you...? Like physically...?"

"Erling...I was, I was scared of you, yes, like, I knew deep down that you wouldn't hurt me but I also, at that moment could not control my fear... It's just, you know my past, most of it, and like, you know that I didn't have the best people around me, especially not the men in my life... And well, because of it, them, I hate fights and yelling and power abuse I guess... But at the same time, you know that I sometimes am myself the problem, trying to or picking fights and trying to get a reaction because well, that's what I'm used to, what I think I deserve, to be hurt, I don't know how to explain it, but like, this is how my fucked up brain works..." I explained, playing with his fingers, trying to distract myself.

"I'm so sorry baby, I know how much you suffered in the past and how the whole yelling thing or fighting reminds you of your past, and I just, I did swear to you I would never be that guy, to make you feel small, or inferior or use my male status or power over you, but I failed, badly..."

"Baby, let's be honest, the thing is that we are just very different like this is how you express yourself. You live 1000% at the moment, you give your all, exactly like on the field and you love to scream, either in joy or frustration but it's a way of expressing yourself. Same with force, like, whenever you guys win it's a sight to see, you hug everyone and jump and pull people in or push them as you did to Jude remember" We both laughed remembering that time when he accidentally pushed Jude, so hard that he went flying, on the grass.

"And I love that of you, I love how passionate you are. Maybe one day I'll get over my trauma and become more like you" I giggled, kissing his cheekbone.

"I'll swear I'll do better love, I'll be the man you deserve..." he promised, kissing me.

"You already are, way more than I deserve" I reconnected our lips.

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Hii! Hope you're doing well :) I saw ur requests were open and I was wondering if u could write a fluffy tendou x fem reader where reader and him are crushing on each other but don't know it lol and reader invites him to a family members wedding as a plus one? You can end it however you want lol I just think this situation is cute :)) if u could include slow dancing tho 🥺

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Silly Little Crush - Satori Tendou

Pairing - Satori Tendou x f!reader

Warnings - there's blood at the beginning, but nothing to intense, but other than that, a ton of fluff

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“Imagine sucking.” She said that through a cough, but Tendou heard it loud and clear as another volleyball hit him on the side. “What did you say?!” He ran up to her and began chasing her with a volleyball, the both of them laughing the whole time. “Timeout! Timeout!!!!” She hid behind the net, out of breath from running and laughing. “No timeouts!” Tendou ran under the net and continued chasing her before she absolutely ate it, falling flat on her face. “Oh shit!” Tendou ran up to her, dropping the ball behind him. “Are you alright?” She turned over, still laughing her ass off, but the only difference was, there was blood running down her nose. He kneeled down to her level, trying to help her up. “You hit the floor pretty hard. Are you sure you don't have a concussion?” She took a deep breath, stopping herself from laughing. “I'm fine, Tendou. I didn't hit my head. Just my big ass nose.” The two of them broke out in laughter again, the rest of the team running up to her with worried expressions covering their faces. They were all simultaneously asking questions like “are you alright?” and “do you need a nurse?”. Tendou stood up, holding his hands out. “Guys, you’re overwhelming her, I can take her to the nurse, just continue practice.” He turned around and helped her up, walking out of the gym.

“You didn't have to do that, you know? I'm not a baby, Tendou, I wasn't overwhelmed.” “I know… it… uh… well, you got out faster, didn't you?” She giggled in the palm of her hand, looking out at the swaying trees. “Are you feeling better though?” Tendou rubbed the back of his neck and then looked at her nose, which stopped bleeding, but her face now looked like a crime scene. “Yeah. The bleeding didn't last long, so that's good.”

The rest of the walk to the nurses office was silent. Just shared glances and smiles every now and again. She couldn't help but stare at him. The butterflies she would get every time he would smile at her. The warmth she would feel in her face whenever they talked. She definitely had a crush. She couldn't help it though. Especially watching him practice. God, she was just teasing herself every time she would show up after school to cheer him on. The sweat dripping down his forehead, the way he would pat his teammates on the back with a smile, the serious look when he got really into the game, the stupid little songs he would sing to himself. She was over the moon for him and was shameless about it. She would just never admit it to him though. She didn't have the courage to.

“I'll wait out here for you, okay?” She looked up at Tendou, who was pointing to the nurse’s office. She didn't even know that had arrived, she was too sucked into her own thoughts. “Oh! Yeah. But you don't have to! I know you have practice and all that.” “I practice everyday. Missing fifteen minutes of practice isn't going to lose our title of champion, stupid.” She giggled and walked into the nurse's office. God, he could listen to that little giggle all day. It was definitely safe to say that he had a huge crush on her. She was just so smart and fun and funny. He could barely focus whenever she showed up to practice, just doing her homework or even fully invested in their practice. He would always end up getting hit with a ball while he just watched her with a soft smile. He would never admit it to her though. He didn't have the courage to.

“You owe me big time, Tendou.” Tendou jumped, not expecting her to be out so fast. “Owe you? You’re the one who had the untied shoelaces.” She looked down at her shoes and looked back up to him unamused. “These are my school shoes, dummy, I don't have laces.” “Not my fault some laces appeared out of nowhere and tripped you.” “You owe me a snack at the vending machine on our walk home.” “Shoot,” Tendou stood up, his lanky arms limply hanging in front of him. “Thought I could get out of that one.” “Nope, never.” She ruffled his hair and ran off, heading back to the gym. He wished he could just tell her.

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“Tendou, I have a weird question.” She sat on the curb next to the vending machine, waiting for Tendou to hand her her snack. “Go for it.” He handed her both a drink and some chips and took a seat next to her, the sun shining on his bright red hair. “My mom is taking me to a wedding, and I don't really wanna go by myself, you know? I don't want to suffer the whole time so I was wondering if you could go with me as my plus one?” “To a wedding?” “Yes, are you deaf?!” She could feel her face going red, but she tried to hide it best she could. Tendou thought for a moment, shoving food in his mouth. “Yeah! I think it’ll be fun!” “Ew, don't talk with food in your mouth.” She giggled and pushed his face away and he swallowed his food, laughing. “So, when’s the wedding?” “Next weekend.” “Can't wait! We’ll have the best time. I'll make you have the best time in the world, promise.” “I swear, Tendou, if you screw this up-” “I won't. I'll behave, promise.”

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“You said you’d behave, Tendou.” “We aren't even at the wedding yet, why are you getting onto me?!” She pointed at Tendou’s socks which had tacos with sunglasses riding a skateboard on them. “What?! These are classy!” “I am going to slap you.” “Come on! They’re cool!” She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to her car. “I swear to god, Tendou, if we get kicked out because of your stupid socks-” “We won't. The groom will love them so much he’ll tear them right off of me.” “Somebody’s optimistic.” “We didn't even talk about you yet.” “Me?” She blushed, starting to drive to the wedding, shortly behind her parents' car. “What about me?” “You look great. I didn't realize how good you looked in yellow.” She could just feel her face overheating. “Th-Thanks, Tendou,” she looked over at him, staring at his bowtie. “You, on the other hand, look goofy as hell in that bright yellow bowtie.” “Jesus Christ! I was trying to compliment you! Did you have to bash on me?! It's part of the dress code!” She laughed and ruffled his hair, stopped at a red light. “I know, stupid. I was just playing. You look great. You should wear a tux more often.” “Dude, I wish! I heard girls eat this shit up! You know how popular with the ladies I’d be if I wore a tux to school every day?!” She just laughed, still watching the road. Little did he know, she was already eating that shit up.

“I think you should wear a dress more often. I know you have to wear a skirt for your school uniform, but this is different. You look,” Tendou cleared his throat, his face going slightly red. “You look really pretty.” “Thanks, Tendou. You look really handsome.” He felt like he was about to overheat. “St-Stop.” “You stop.” How was it not obvious that they were totally into each other?

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“Yo! This is the reception?! It's fancy as hell!” Tendou went to run off, but she grabbed his arm. “Tendou, I swear to god-” “I know,” he sighed, his body going limp. “Behave, blah, blah, blah. You think they have food?” “Well of course they have food, Tendou, this is a wedding.” “I'm hungry.” “You snuck in chips in your tux and ate that through the whole ceremony.” “I want real food.” He held tightly onto her hand and dragged her over to the food table. His hands, even if calloused and covered in bandaids, were surprisingly soft. “So, how do you know these people again?” “The bride is a friend of my mom’s.” “So why are you here?” “I've known the bride since I was a baby.” “Oh, gotcha,” Tendou filled a small plate with a bunch of food, turning to her. “You like breadsticks, right?” “Duh!” He put a ton of breadsticks on top of the already giant pile and walked with her over to a table.

“Uh, thanks for inviting me to this wedding, by the way. I'm having a lot of fun.” “Oh, sure! Anytime, Tendou. Well maybe not anytime invite you to a wedding, but you know what I-” “Yeah. I know what you mean.” She smiled at him and he felt his cheeks flush red. He shoved a breadstick in his mouth to try to cover it up and handed her one as well. “If I'm being honest,” she scooted closer to Tendou, the people around them laughing with drinks in their hands. “I do think you look better in your volleyball gear. It suits you.” “You really think so?” “Oh, for sure.” “Even if I'm stinky and covered in sweat?” She just giggled and grabbed his hand as everyone around them set down their drinks when a slow song came on. “I think we have to withhold this whole stupid wedding stuff and I think we have to dance now.” She could feel herself blushing, but just ignored it. “Is that so?” Tendou quirked an eyebrow and immediately put his hands on her waist as they got to the dancefloor. She hugged around the back of his neck and they were pressed together closer than they ever had been. “Can I be honest with you?” Tendou’s voice, which usually had a sort of charm and goofy tone to it, was now shaky and serious. “Yeah. Sure.” She looked at his averted eyes as they swayed slowly, back and forth. “I… I've kinda had a huge crush on you for a while. Just… I know it sounds stupid… I don't really know… uh-” “Don't hurt yourself, Tendou.” He laughed at her stupid comment, his shoulders becoming less tense. “I'm serious though. I've had a pretty big crush on you… for a pretty long time now.” She played with the back of his hair, getting nervous all of the sudden. “Tendou, I-” “I'm sorry.” She tilted her head. “Sorry? Why are you sorry?” “I…” “I'm not going to reject you, stupid, I was going to say that I have a crush on you too.” He looked into her eyes, his going wide. “Wh-What?! Seriously?!” “Yes! Tendou, I don't know how it wasn't obvious. I invited you to a wedding for christ’s sake.” “Oh. Now I feel stupid.” “You’re not.” She held him closer, their chests pressed against each other’s.

“God, this is so cheesy,” she giggled into his chest as Tendou’s hands were still tightly around her waist. “We go to a wedding together. We dance together. We admit feeling for one another-” “Yeah,” Tendou chuckled, feeling his hands still shaking. “Pretty stupid, huh?” “I never said stupid. Just… cheesy. I actually kinda like it.” “Me too.” His eyes met with hers, the fairy lights in the reception hall making them dark, but glowy at the same time. She raised her hand to his face, cupping his cheek with the softest smile curling onto her lips. Tendou leaned down, their lips only centimeters apart. “Are you about to make this cheesier, shortstuff?” She giggled, pulling him just a tad closer. “Of course I am.” His long fingers wrapped around the back of her head as he pulled her in for a kiss, their lips just lightly brushing against each other before they absolutely melted, holding each other as close as they possibly could.

Who knows. Maybe she would catch the bouquet.

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Curiosity Confuses The Cat (Part 2)

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It basically takes Steve less than an hour to track down Robin and tell her what happened. It would've taken him less but he couldn't just leave the store while it was open. He speeds down the road until his brakes squeal to a stop outside her house. He doesn't even get out, just rolls down his window and shouts her name toward the house.

He shouts again, over and over until she comes out the door, yelling something about “hold your horses” before she slams the door behind her and jogging up to the car. She leans down, arm against the window sill to talk into the open window. “What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Just get in,” is all Steve says and she does. She’s just pulling the door closed as he’s speeding off again.

“Jesus, Harrington. What’s going on?”

“Okay.” He starts off. “You and Eddie have that whole… ‘gay thing’ right? The one where you're cool with each other because you're both gay right? You have this… code or whatever?” He’s talking about as fast as he’s driving and Robin can’t get the terrified look off her face.

“Yeah I mean, I guess… I guess you could call it a code.” Her voice shakes even over the roar of the engine. “Can you please slow down?”

“Sure, and how exactly would someone get in on this code?”

“Steve!” Robin answers, even more urgent now. That seems to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in and he steps on the brakes to slow down which they both seem to breathe a sigh of relief too. “Now, what's going on?”

“How did you know you liked girls?” Steve asks, hands tight on the steering wheel.

“You’ve asked me that already. Ages ago, actually.”

“Okay yes, but I don't think you're understanding me. How did you… know you liked boobies instead of dick?” He puts it the only way he knows how and he’s serious even though it makes Robin snort.

“Real classy Harrington.”

“I’m being serious here Rob!” Steve yells and Robin pales.

“Just tell me what happened.”

Steve sighs and pulls into an abandoned parking lot, putting the car in park. “Eddie was talking to me and I got… butterflies.” He cringes.

Robin gasps loudly, hitting Steve in his arm repeatedly. “You like a GUY?” She yells. “No, No. You like Eddie?”

Steve is immediately defensive. “No! I mean, I don’t know! Is that what butterflies mean? Am I a queer now?” He waited for Robin to answer without looking at her and when an answer didn't come as quick as he thought it should, he looked over to find her just smirking at him. "What? Is that bad?" He asks, and god, he's really freaking about this.

“Do you think it’s bad?” Robin counters and why can’t she ever just answer one of his questions? He just wants things to be easy for once. He knows that she just wants him to come to his own conclusions and grow as a person but damn, it's so hard.

Steve rolls his eyes. “You know I don't give a shit about what people do with their lives, you and Eddie are gay and i’m totally cool with that.”

“But you’re not cool with it for yourself.” Robin points out bluntly and… shit. Steve thinks she’s right.

Is supposed to just keep this newfound discovery to himself? That he’s so ashamed of himself for something that he doesn't even know is true yet. “The butterflies could be nothing right? I mean, maybe I was just nervous because he’s such a weirdo.”

Robin smirks at that. “Steve. You love weirdos.”

He sighed. There’s absolutely no way that he was getting out of this conversation. Everything he could think up as an excuse, he knew Robin would have a counter. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“I’ll put it this way, have you ever had a crush on a boy before?” She asks gently, to which Steve just shakes his head. “When you're talking to Eddie, do you feel the same as when you're talking to girls?” Then she quickly adds, “No, Scratch that because we both know you don't have real feelings for every girl you’ve been with. Do you feel the same with Eddie as you did with Nancy?”

Steve doesn't say anything for a really long time, just stares out the front windshield, eyes wide and unblinking before he finally gets out a quiet, shaky, “Yeah, I do.”

#steve x eddie #steveddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie fic #st fanfic #stranger things one shot #my writing

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Burden - Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

summary: Reader feels bad after an argument with her dad. Luckily Wanda is right at her side to comfort her.

warnings: low self-esteem, mention of suicidal thoughts, eating disorder and self-harm in various ways, negative thoughts in general

word count: 994

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I was sitting on a bench in my favorite forest staring blankly at the dark sky. It was basically the middle of the night and the beautiful stars were the ironic opposite of my emotional state.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket but could not bring myself to look at it.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks silently while I stayed motionless.

“(f/n), what happened?”, Wanda's worried voice resounded next to me after a while.

When I did not reply she continued: “You didn't answer your phone. I guessed you were here and apparently right about that.”

More silence.

“Why are you crying?”

Her question tore a sob from my throat as memories flooded my mind.

Wanda pulled me into a tight embrace and just let go slowly when my crying had stopped, although she was still holding my hand.

“Do you … do you remember when I did not want to tell you about the time after my high school graduation?”, I wondered.

She nodded and patiently waited for me to continue.

“I didn't get into college. Everything was going crazy because of the pandemic. The strong relationship with my foster sister started falling apart. Everything I had been looking forward to had seemed to collapse right in front of me, like my goals were snatched away shortly before I managed to get a hold on them. I was depressed and fighting for survival while everyone else told me to get my shit together, to get a job, to stop being lazy. I was suicidal at that time. I didn't really attempt it but thought about it all the time. Didn't watch out when I conquered the street. Starved myself. Hurt myself in various ways. Lost over a year to suffering that went unseen, or rather nobody seemed to care about it. Only for a moment before telling me to get my shit together again. It was hell.”

Minutes passed until Wanda dared to speak up: “Are you feeling like that again?”

Tears were evident in her eyes. She was concerned. The way she looked me in the eyes without hesitation and judging me made me want to trust her.

“No, not exactly. You know that I dropped out of college to start another education. Six months in between the switch. I wanted to use that time for myself. To enjoy the free time before I would work for the rest of my life. To find out what brings me joy, except you of course. After that long time of suffering I just wanted to take a break. But to others it looks like I'm sitting around doing nothing since my graduation. They don't understand. They don't see how hard living with myself is for me.”

“Who are they?”, Wanda questioned.

“My parents, I guess. Especially my dad. Mom is on a trip with her friend right now. So I'm alone with him.”

“Yeah, I remember. You wanted to watch a movie with him tonight, right?”, she recalled.

I nodded with a soft smile because she had remembered what I had told her as a side note.

“We didn't get to it. We had an argument instead. It was horrible.” My voice broke slightly. “I couldn't sleep. So I came here instead.”

Wanda placed her arm around me and pulled me closer. “You know you could have called me, right? You can come over to the compound if you want to”, she offered. Her soft voice was comforting.

“Thanks, Wanda”, I whispered. “My relationship with dad seems absolutely broken now. I lost my trust in him.”

“What did he say?” Her question was hesitant, cautious.

My answer was just as reluctant. Saying it out loud made it more real, more devastating. “That I'm arrogant and make people feel bad. That ...”

I needed a moment to collect my thoughts as the emotional pain was clouding my mind. “That he's working his ass off to give all of us a good life while I'm just sitting around in my room. He asked me what was wrong with me, not in a caring way. So basically he told me that I was an ungrateful, arrogant loser. And showed me that my thoughts that I am only a burden for everyone around me are right. … I'm fighting against these thoughts every day. It's just gotten better. My self-hate had decreased. But now he confirmed my worst doubts about myself. I thought he loved me but obviously I'm a disappointment. He never wanted a useless daughter like me.”

By now Wanda was crying. She looked so broken that I was afraid to react in any way.

“What … what did you say?”, she inquired.

“Not a lot. He would have turned my words against me. He even did that with my facial expression and every little sound I made. He can be pretty manipulative. He's always right and is immediately offended at the slightest critique”, I enlightened her. “It was already bad enough. Talking to him would have made it even worse.”

“You know that he isn't always right. The awful things he said about you aren't true”, she reassured me.

“I give my best telling myself that it isn't true since he said it. But he's my dad. He's known me my entire life. He has been my role model. It's hard not to believe him … but I'm trying”, I proposed.

Wanda smiled softly. “That's a good start. How about we go to the compound? You can borrow some of my clothes and you can sleep over. I would be happy to have you there.”

I smiled back at her. It was weak but nonetheless a genuine smile. “Me too. And thank you for coming here.”

“Always, my love.” She placed a kiss on my head before pulling me up with her and flying off together.

#marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff x fem reader #lgbtqia +#angst #hurt/comfort #manipulative behavior #family issues #mentions of self-harm #mentions of suicidal thoughts #low self worth #self doubts #fluff #mentions of eating disorder

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To Be an Abbott Man // Rhett’s Worst Fear

Family is always a gamble for an Abbott

Summary A few days after leaving Amelia County, Rhett is forced to make a decision.

Characters Rhett Abbott x Maria Olivares

Theme Angst

Warnings Outer Rage spoilers; missing persons; family drama; hints of pregnancy; one too many words italicized for emphasis

Word Count 906

Note Inspired by this post by @sebsxphia ✨ A million thank yous again for this inspiration! Plus dad!Rhett just absolutely makes sense for his canon character arc at some point, he will be ours someday 😭 I just had to give this ficlet its own page for the Outer Range writers to find to properly edit it since I wrote the original so fast, so this is a slightly edited version! And as much as Rhett and Maria deserve happiness, I don’t think their journey is going to be as smooth as we want it to be, so this is how I interpret their season 2 start. Full fic under the cut to avoid spoilers in case you haven’t watched the show yet!

“Babe? You okay?”

That no good piece of shit. How could he leave after everything they’ve been through? It wasn’t enough that he had to bring down everyone with him—he had to abandon them there just as things took a turn for the worst.

Wait. But if he was gone, then he probably didn’t even know the state of things right now.

He didn’t know about...

“Babe?”

The rodeo. The diner. The school. The church. Those are the places he’d check first.

Amy was a smart girl. She wouldn’t just run away like that. She couldn’t.

And it’s not like Wabang was that big, anyway. If she wasn’t there, she’d still be easy to find. She's just a child. She couldn't have gotten far.

“Rhett!”

And suddenly, he was back in the motel. Maria was knelt in front of him, her hands on his forearms, shaking him back into reality, concern painted vividly on her face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

What’s not wrong, he thought, would have been a more appropriate question.

He whispered, still not meeting her eyes, “Amy’s gone. And so is Perry.”

He sniffed, a wave of emotions rushing over him at once. Anger, confusion, sadness…he didn’t know what to feel first.

Suddenly, a weight fell on his lap, as his girlfriend planted herself there to be able to hold and comfort him as tightly as she could. “Oh, Rhett…” He tried to hug her back as well as he could with the numbness in his arms.

“What did they say? Are they looking for them?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, “wasn’t really hearing much after they told me.” His fingers played idly with the hem of Maria’s shirt.

“Well, what about Joy? I’m sure they’re sending out search parties,” she consoled.

He scoffed. “Fuckin’ great. Last thing my family needs is another fuckin’ investigation.”

Sensing the frustration building in him, Maria got off his lap, and he immediately stood up to pace the room.

It didn’t make sense. Leaving Wabang felt right. It’s what he’s wanted since high school. He finally escaped the burdens of his family and start fresh—a second chance at life and at love, now that he knows Maria loves him back. He didn’t have to worry about his reputation as the Abbott Family Fuck-Up or the Town Manwhore, or whatever it is people called him. He didn’t have to be held responsible for Perry’s messes anymore, or disappoint Royal and Cecilia ever again.

So why did things suddenly feel so wrong?

His eyes finally met Maria’s for the first time since finding out, and that’s when he knew why.

Because he finally knew what it was like to be an Abbott man.

It wasn’t the name or the ranch that made him one.

It was knowing how easily family leaves with no certainty of coming back.

He witnessed it first hand with Perry. Nine months with not a single sign of his missing wife, that even the FBI gave up on it. Sure, the couple had their problems, but no one ever expected her to leave. Even more, no one expected her to not return. And now his daughter, the sweetest child on their side of Wyoming, has done exactly the same, and her father doesn’t even know it. If Rebecca’s disappearance didn’t drive Perry insane already, Rhett didn’t even want to imagine what his brother would do if he knew his daughter was gone too.

Now, he’s played a part in it with Royal. He had his faults, but even Rhett couldn’t deny anymore that his dad did everything he could to keep his family together. He didn’t have to involve himself in their misdeeds—their crimes—but still, he was the one who planned their alibi and did their heavy lifting. All to make sure he didn’t lose his own children. A futile effort, it turned out, since there he was back on the ranch without either of them.

It seemed inevitable for Abbott men to lose their children.

And all it took was one look at the love of his life to make sure the buck stopped with him.

He made his way back to Maria, still sat on the bed, and kissed her. As he pulled away, he knelt down on the floor, and placed a long kiss above her navel. It hasn’t even been a day since they found out, but he was determined to keep his family together no matter what.

“You love me, right?” he asked, looking up at her.

Maria tucked his long strands behind his ear. “Of course.”

He took his seat beside her again, his hand still on her belly, softly stroking it with his thumb.

“And you ain’t gonna leave me, right?”

The tone in his voice caused some worry in Maria. “Rhett…where is this coming from?”

“I just…I need you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“That I can’t lose you, too!”

“And I’m not going anywhere!”

They were back to square one. Rhett ran his fingers through his hair. “You don’t get it.”

Carefully placing a hand on his shoulder, Maria tried to gauge the cowboy’s emotions. It wasn’t frustration he was feeling anymore.

It was fear.

Rhett took a deep breath. “Rebecca and Amy left Perry. And now, me and Perry, we stood up our dad.” He took Maria’s hands into his. “I don’t wanna know what that’s like. I don’t want you or our baby runnin’ out on me one day.”

A tear ran down Maria’s cheek at his confession. “I promise, Rhett. I’m never leaving your side—we’re never leaving your side.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it, as if she was sealing the promise into his skin.

Rhett studied her carefully. He needed to make sure she was sure, because he knew she wouldn’t like what he was going to say next.

“Even if we have to go back to Wabang?”

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#outer range #outer range fanfiction #outer range fanfic #rhett abbott #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott fanfic #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott headcanons #lewis pullman

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nyxthejinx · 2 years

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it’s mE bUBBLE ANON . since you can’t see it i think i’ll switch to this one 🔮?? Lmk

but omg , i absolutely loved your continuation to my ask. It’s to good not to keep the train going >:)

i apologize in advance bc i’m about to focus on my main kaeya , i love him to much and he needs some attention and love.

i imagine how hard it must have been before the scarf incident to gain readers trust again. You mentioned how he stayed around the mansion when he first heard she was there. He probably just stayed in rooms he knew she would go in and just sit there to make his presence known. He knew that she would probably just walk right back out but at least she wasn’t leaving the mansion. He knew it would take a while but he didn’t care about the wait ( diluc hasn’t kicked him out cause he’s not even there , to busy avoiding a certain someone smh ) . He wanted to show her that he would wait for her not matter how long it took, he wasn’t going to forsake , abandon or desert her. Never again would he leave her behind.

( it’s like one of those youtube videos where the person just stays in one place to make the bunny or cat comfortable lmao

an emotional game of cat and mouse

It takes weeks but reader finally throws him a bone and stays in whatever room he’s in to talk here and there( he actually started to get through to her but she’ll never admit it … he knows better tho). the bOOM reader takes his hand , they finally talk about what happened that night and the road to finally repair their relationship begins.

After that , the begin to take trips together, exploring places they use to go to as children to add new and better memories. You mentioned that they capture crystal flies together ! It’s cute that they capture them together. He was probably the one who brought up the idea to leave some in dilucs office and she begrudgingly agrees lmao .

Ok ok so to build a bit more of story before the scarf incident. What if kaeya helps reader with her hand phobia ( more angst for diluc , could potentially lead to fluff for him , who knows LMAO) but but they by start by linking arms , then pinky’s and then sometimes hands. When they camp out while exploring , kaeya let’s reader trace the the scars in his hands while he tells her where he got them from. ( IM SORRY i think siblings holding hands is the cutest shit ever, it’s also them making up for lost time… it’s also my soft spot for kaeya)

OK FINALLY at the scarf incident. They both don’t ask questions about each others cover up ( eye patch / scarf ). so the day diluc finally mans up and comes back , and like you said her scarf comes lose, she tries to cover up because she’s scared of anyone seeing. She feels ashamed of them. Kaeya tried to offer her his jacket but before he can take it off she hides in his chest . He freezes up before instinctively goes into big brother mode and hugs them. Think of it like a melting hug !! ( diluc being a witness of it all since he saw the scar he left on her neck)

what if … after this … she gets a bit of the glow back in her eyes bc deep in her heart she now knows that at least one of her brothers is here to stay for good.

I SPOKE TO MUCH LMAO , im sorry i love kaeya so much. feel free to include more of diluc and i can continue the train to talk more about him. if you’d like 😈

-🔮 anon !!

*lies knocked out cold on the floor* can you believe I couldn't stand Kaeya for almost two years LOL- I mean, we got to know him at the beginning of the game and I used to skip every dialogue/not understand what was going on. But now I just want to pat his head 😭

+ I'm sorry you had to change your emote, but my dumb phone can't recognise it, smh.

There's that part in reader that needs him, though they hate his very being during the early stages of their reconciliation. He's willing to be the brother they needed, fix whatever can be fixed, and reader doesn't want to admit it/realise it, but they need his presence.

It doesn't feel normal- familiar at all, it's a jumbled mess of nameless and unknown feelings. They want to hate him so bad, to hate Diluc, the winery, mondstadt. They want to hate Teyvat because maybe all that resentment would finally leave their body and stop burning.

It's exhausting to be mad, it's exhausting to loathe.

And no matter how much the fatui pushed them to draw strength from such feeling, it's not in their nature. They just wish time could rewind and mend what's broken. Their hydro vision is not enough, not anymore.

But a clock doesn't tick backwards, and the closest they can get to their past is to hold hands, brush fingers, link arms, all while reminiscing.

When Kaeya sees they chose to hide in his arms rather than his coat he feels indescribable relief. It's the most tangible proof that he's doing the right thing and regaining their trust, because they feel safe in his hold. It's a different bond, one that doesn't taste like their childhood, but rather a new flavour to be discovered.

Diluc sees it all. Thinks that maybe they don't need him, or any more of his deleterious actions and feelings.

Perhaps the hole he left wasn't caused by his absence.

Perhaps his presence dug that hole in their heart.

What do we do with him, do we give a happy ending? LMAO

#You can tell I've finished a 1000 book in 3 days #I'm all about introspection and emotional damage now #fuck the first trilogy of shatter me #and that dumb warner bitch #jk ily pls don't leave in the next three books #| 🔮 anon |#| genshin impact 🌓 |#| nyx answers ✨ |

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bonkbong · 27 days

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meraki

"Told you they weren't gonna have that top you were looking for. Fairlane's too poor for that"

It was your typical Thursday afternoon.

And, in true fashion, we were skipping class and decided to put our energy into helping Sana find this top for her anniversary date that was rapidly coming upon us. Naturally, we tried to help her out and point her in the right direction for the sparkly barely-there top but—like the cheap bitch she is—she refused to look anywhere else past Fairlane.

This brings us to our exhausted little group sulking in the somewhat empty food court.

"I had a test today, you know," Nayeon huffed.

"I thought they'd have it," Sana defended which made the entire table glare.

"And we told you they wouldn't but that still didn't stop you," Aloni spoke up, aggressively eating her pretzel bites in the process.

"What mall would even have a top like that?" I questioned.

"Probably Somerset or Twelve Oaks," Ryujin answered.

That did sound about right.

"Well, before we leave we can at least grab something to eat here," Chaeryeong shrugged while looking around.

"I'm going to Cinnabon," Nayeon said, walking off.

"I'm getting Chinese," Aloni huffed.

"Me too," I stood from the booth.

"I would also like Chinese," Chaeryeong smiled.

"Facts," Ryujin yawned.

"Sana and I will stay here then and hold down the booth while we search for this top," Dahyun volunteered.

We gifted them a simple wave before heading to Chinese Wok. There were three people ahead of us once we made it over which made it easier to figure out what I wanted since I couldn't choose between noodles or chicken. But, before I could figure that out, my phone dinged multiple times with multiple texts making me mildly annoyed.

"It's Jun...isn't it," Aloni mumbled while eyeing the food.

"Unfortunately," I nodded, replying.

"I still don't understand how you guys even got together. He's so...," Ryujin trailed off, her face saying one thing while she struggled to say another.

"Crazy," Aloni chimed in. "He's bat shit crazy. You don't have to be nice about it, we all know the right word to describe it. Trust," she assured.

"Alright now...he's not that bad," I defended.

"You don't even sound confident saying that," Ryujin scoffed.

"Well, blame that bitch!" I pointed at Aloni.

Instantly, she cocked her head to side as if she was oh-so confused.

"You introduced us hoe, remember?" I blinked.

"Technically it was Vernon," she corrected.

"And how did I meet Vernon?"

Quiet.

Ain't no back talk.

"Wait a minute...you never told me that," Chaeryeong gasped.

"Right," Ryujin frowned.

"It happened junior year during PSATs..."

Tuesday, October 12, 8:30 AM

"Why the fuck are we here so early?"

"Because we have to practice taking the SAT, Jungkook," Nayeon yawned. "You are aware we take that this year to determine what colleges we're getting accepted to, right?" she questioned while eyeing him.

And when he only stared in what seemed to be even more confusion, the entire table groaned with pure disappointment.

"Dude, where have you been this last year?" Bambam frowned.

"In-"

"It's eight in the morning...don't," I warned, already knowing something disgusting and absolutely horrifying was about to leave his mouth.

"Where's your cousin? Don't yall live together?" Minghao suddenly asked.

"She had to give Hongjoong a ride," Dahyun answered.

"What?"

"Huh?"

But, before that mystery could be unveiled even further, the doors to the cafeteria swung open again, and the duo of conversation walked in.

"We were just talking about you," I smiled at my lovely cousin.

She only gazed at me before sitting down and unwrapping the breakfast sandwich she cooked earlier.

"I'm fucking starving," she muffled through the eggs and bacon.

"We can see that," Jackson snickered.

She only ignored him and continued eating her sandwich in peace until her phone dinged with a text making her smile and laugh.

"Come with me to the bathrooms," she nudged me.

"...okay?" I frowned, confused.

But, nevertheless, I followed her out of the cafeteria and into the freshmen' hallway.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I bought some weed from Vernon," she beamed.

My eyes rolled.

"Did you actually buy it or did he offer it to you in exchange for going on a date with him?"

She kept quiet.

Just like I thought.

"You might as well just add him to the roster at this point," I shrugged.

"That already happened," she mumbled.

We pushed on the doors blocking off the freshmen' hallway and entered one of the main halls where the bathrooms outside the cafeteria were to find Vernon and a boy I didn't know sitting on one of the benches outside the first-floor gym.

"Did you walk all the way around?" Vernon laughed as we walked up.

"It was the door closest to me," Aloni waved off.

"Where's my baggies?"

Without hesitation, Vernon pulled five packed bags of weed from the pocket of his sweats and handed them over with the most sickening smile on his face.

"I'll see you Saturday," he winked.

"Indeed," she nodded. "Jun, are you coming with us? My cousin here is single," she said while gesturing towards me.

My eyeballs nearly fell out of my sockets.

"Um...consent?" I frowned.

"Shut up, I'm making plays," she whispered so only I could hear.

Then she looked back at 'Jun' with a smile.

"We're going to the arcade. We can do a two-on-two...I know how competitive you like to get," she continued.

The guy looked at her with a blank face and then at me which made me immediately look off to the side and down the empty hall as if the dull-ass paint colors were interesting for once.

"Sure, I'll go"

"Great! My cousin and I will see you both there"

Oh, girl...

"Now why would you throw me under the bus like that?" I asked as soon as we re-entered the cafeteria.

"He's had a crush on you since last year's pep rally when we did that dance to that one Britney Spears song but yall don't run in the same crowd so I had to throw him a bone," she casually explained while grabbing an apple from the snack table they provided us.

"I'm sorry...he has a crush on me?" I frowned.

"Yeah. He wants you something serious...," she assured.

"And then we went on the date and, from there, everything just played out into what it is now," I shrugged, going over my order.

"Didn't expect you to find your abusive lover through a drug deal," Ryujin hummed.

"What about Mingyu? How'd you meet him?" Chaeryeong questioned.

"You don't know that one either?" Aloni frowned.

And poor Chaeryeong just shook her head.

"Guess I'm just giving up all the lore today...," I shrugged. "Mingyu and I met freshmen year through this project the photography students were doing."

"It was actually towards the end of the year in May..."

Thursday, May 20th

"Excuse me"

I turned at the tap on my shoulder to see a guy I hadn't met before with a camera around his neck and a crooked smile on his face.

"Hey?" I frowned.

"I know this is super weird but my name is Mingyu and I'm in the photography program. We have this project where we have to go around and photograph people as well as ask a few questions and I was wondering if you'd be alright with being my last muse," he offered with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"That's a weird project...," I spoke.

"It is but I need to pass to keep my A," he shrugged.

"I'll help you out then"

In the blink of an eye, I was positioned in front of the flower wall on the third floor near the photography darkroom with my trombone in hand.

"I'll take three and you can choose which one you'd like for me to put in my scrapbook," the guy told me with a smile.

"Cool," I nodded.

"My name is Mingyu, by the way," he spoke while readying his camera.

"Donavon," I smiled as the flash momentarily blinded me.

"What grade are you in?" he repositioned my trombone.

"Ninth," I played with the instrument as he snapped another picture.

"When are you at your happiest?"

My mind immediately went to be cooped up in my room with Aloni and I'vin pulling an all-nighter for God knows what.

It brought a smile to my face as I tried my hardest to come up with an answer that would satisfy me and all the things I liked to do that made me happy. But, all I could think about were my cousins as the camera flashed for the last time.

"I guess I can only say being at home with my cousins and spending time with them," I finally answered and looked back at Mingyu.

He smiled at me.

"That sounds really fun"

He then went back to his camera and turned the screen towards me as he walked over.

"Pick your poison"

I paid close attention to myself as he took his time shuffling through the trio of pictures and couldn't help but think they all looked pretty nice.

But I fear I liked the last one a little too much for other people not to see.

"I love all of them but I'll go with the last one," I nodded.

"Yeah, that's my favorite one too," he mumbled which made my eyes linger on him a moment longer. "Do you want me to delete the other ones or do you want those? Cause I can send them to you if you want," he shrugged.

"Sure! Do you need my number?" I frowned.

"Yep," he nodded while handing over his phone.

Quickly, I typed my number in and saved it before handing it back over to him.

"I'll have these to you by tonight," he assured.

"I'll be looking forward to them," I smiled.

"See you around...," he waved.

"See you!"

"And then next thing I know he was at our house for a movie night," Aloni chimed in before turning to the worker and putting in her order.

"Didn't you also meet San freshmen year?" Ryujin eyed me.

"I did," I confirmed.

"And didn't you almost-"

"Hey now!" I shut her down before she could finish.

Some things are not for the public's ears.

"Wait, what happened? Did you almost have sex with him or something?" Chaeryeong guessed.

"He wanted to gobble that man alive," Ryujin snickered.

"You were thirsty for San?" Chaeryeong gasped.

"That is not how that happened," I refuted.

"Then refresh my memory because that's how I remember it happening when you and San told us the story that one night," Ryujin wiggled her eyebrows.

"In true nigga fashion, this happened during gym..."

1st-hour Gym, 10:00 AM

This was so stupid.

Not only did they give me gym an hour before lunch but our gym teacher literally has no structure and just let us exist in the gym for an entire hour and thirty minutes. To others, that was a dream come true because that meant they could literally do whatever they wanted in the gym and our teacher didn't care.

But, for me, this was torture.

It was bad enough I didn't even want the class but to be here and have to be around all the wannabe basketball players by myself made me want to kill myself.

What did I do to deserve such treatment?

"I'm telling you this is homophobic," I explained to Aloni via FaceTime.

"Isn't Jihyo in your class?" she frowned.

"She was but they transferred her out last week," I groaned, dramatically laying against the bleachers and staring at the ceiling. "I'm literally all by myself in this class and forced to watch these men play basketball the entire time."

"And you're telling me none of them are cute?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't looked that hard and I don't care," I stood up.

"Geez, you really hate that class," she shook her head as I carefully maneuvered through the floor to get to the locker rooms.

And I was almost successful...

Until I felt a throbbing pain in the back of my head, heard my phone slide across the gym floor, and was suddenly seeing pitch-black darkness.

This is officially the worst day of my life.

"Donavon? Can you hear me?"

My face scrunched as a throbbing headache crashed into my skull at the soft voice, my body going to sit up but was gently pushed back down.

"Don't get up. You need to lie down"

"I need to get off the floor before people laugh and record me," I groaned.

"You're fine, Donavon. You're in the nurse’s office. Nobody's in here except myself and your friend who brought you"

My eyebrows knitted after hearing the end of her sentence but before I could question who said friend was, she started talking again.

"I've already been in contact with your cousin and she's going to drive you home as soon as she's finished with class which is less than ten minutes"

"I have to go home with this headache?" I frowned.

"No"

Suddenly, a liquid was being poured into my mouth which I had no choice but to digest.

"This is Motrin. It should clear your headache in no time"

"Thank you," I managed out.

"Are you well enough to see your friend before you leave?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

Maybe Jihyo heard what happened and saved me from embarrassment.

The door closed once and time went by—which helped my headache a lot—until the door opened again and the smell of strong cologne filled the room which made me nauseous and my headache worsened.

"You are definitely not Jihyo," I gagged.

"I'm San. I'm the one who accidentally hit you with the basketball," he spoke.

My eyes opened at that, as I wanted to see the idiot that landed me here, but as soon as I was staring at a bare chest and an unclothed upper half...my angry thoughts flew out of the window.

"Are you okay?" the mystery guy asked, kneeling so his body wasn't towering over me.

"Mhm," I nodded, not really hearing anything he said.

"I'm so sorry. I feel like a dick," he frowned, looking all over my face. "I tried to hold the ball once I saw you walking but one of the other guys bumped into me and then-"

"Your Lord and savior is here!"

We both turned towards the door to see Aloni standing there with her belongings and mine.

"Who is he?" she pointed at the boy.

"I'm San, I accidentally hit him," he huffed, standing to his feet.

"And your naked," her eyes widened.

"I just wanted to make sure he was okay," he gestured to me. "I tried to go back to at least hit the shower but I couldn't leave without knowing if he was going to be alright or not. It was the least I could do," he mumbled.

"Well...thank you for looking after him after knocking his screws loose," she smiled, fully stepping into the room. "You can live in peace now. I got everything from here," she assured.

"O-okay, sorry again," he told me.

"It's alright. You didn't do it on purpose," I waved off.

"See you around," he waved.

We both watched as he left and once the door closed fully, Aloni turned to me with one of those no-good smiles.

"Don't get any bright ideas," I warned.

"But he had even brighter ideas because shortly after he asked me out to make up for what he did," I sighed, remembering the day like it was yesterday.

"So first he gave you a concussion then he made it up with dick shortly afterwards. That's romantic," Ryujin nodded.

"Now let's hear about Mark since we're walking down memory lane," Chaeryeong beamed.

"Oh, that's easy," I laughed.

January, Mark's first day

"Mark?"

The blonde looked up from his folder with wide eyes.

"I'm Donavon, I'll be your your guide for the day," I politely smiled.

He also smiled.

"Cool"

Now, when Jessi originally gave me no choice but to be his tour guide I was pissed. I didn't feel like showing a Canadian man around our ghetto school. But, as we near the end of said tour, I can see that he honestly isn't so bad. He's funny, he seems pretty school, he's cute, he's-

"So, what do you do for extracurricular?" he asked.

"I'm in marching band and a part of the competitive dance team," I shrugged.

"Nice! Do you like it?" he smiled.

"Well, I hate my band director because he's a fucking terrorist but my section is pretty cool and some of the other people are too. And all my bitches are on the dance team so, that's always a time when I'm with them," I laughed.

"That's cool. I'm thinking about joining the baseball team," he spoke as we re-entered the school after walking through the courtyard. "The coach really wants me and I was hesitant because I didn't know if I'd stay here or not but you might've swayed my decision," he smirked.

"How?" I frowned.

"I don't know. You just make me want to stay," he shrugged.

My heart nearly burst from my chest as I swore he was flirting but maybe he was just being nice considering I gave up two hours of my life to show him around.

"I was just doing my job," I nervously laughed.

"Mhm...maybe you can show me around the city sometime. I'm not well versed in the city of Detroit, you know," he walked closer, his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.

"I probably can," I gulped.

He stopped.

"Saturday?" he asked, a cocky look on his face.

And I wasted no time answering.

"Sure"

He then dug in his pocket for his phone before handing it over to me with a new contact profile already pulled up.

"We can figure out the details later"

I entered my number and name which made him nod and laugh to himself.

"I'll see you around, Donavon," he winked.

Too stuck to say anything, I settled for a simple wave and waited until he was out of sight before booking it to the band room with tea ready to be spilled to the girls.

"I've been calling you bitch," Aloni frowned, stationed outside the closed door.

"I had to give one of the new transfers a tour," I defended.

"Yeah? Well, tour your ass to that trombone and get your shit together because Kennedy is on one," she shoved me inside the room which was in chaos.

I grabbed my trombone parts out of my case and went to grab the nearest seat in my section—perks of a section leader—which just so happened to be next to this Korean boy whose name I didn't know. Matter of fact...

I don't think I've seen him in this room before.

"Are you new?" I asked which seemed to startle him a bit.

"I just transferred and the director asked me to come to practice to see if I want to join or not," he explained at rapid speed.

"Relax. I'm the section leader and just noticed I hadn't seen you before," I laughed.

"Sorry, sorry," he bowed.

"I'm Donavon," I smiled while putting my trombone together.

"Soobin," he smiled.

"Welcome to marching band, Soobin. Hope you stick around," I encouraged.

"That'll be $25.60"

I handed over my card.

"And that's about where everybody came from," I turned to Chaeryeong and Ryujin.

"A two-for-one special is crazy," Ryujin laughed.

"I'm still rooting for Mingyu," Chaeryeong confessed while pulling her card out.

"Enjoy your day"

"I'm rooting for whoever is putting in the most effort," I grabbed my food.

"And who is that?" Ryujin eyed while paying for her food.

"Nobody other than Mark Lee," Aloni jumped in while grabbing a handful of the free fortune cookies.

"So is that gonna be your pick once you all start college?" Ryujin asked.

"You thinking too much. This ain't even about that," I immediately shut down.

I ain't made it that far.

Nor do I want to even think that far.

"I want to enjoy these last few weeks of senior year while we can," I told them as we walked back to the table.

"We'll revisit this after prom then...for both of you," Ryujin nodded.

And I just sighed.

There's a conversation I'm not prepared for.

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