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btsiguess · 7 years

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This Is Just To Say (m) - 5

Summary: To say it’s unusual to have a soulmate is an understatement, and most people desperately wish to have an elegant name scrawled upon their wrist. In reality though, you’d have to say it causes much more issues than it solves.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader (slight Namjoon/Reader; Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 4546

Warnings: smut

A/N: Wow guys, I’m so sorry for the wait???? My computer shit the bed and I literally want to kill myself

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

“Suga,” Namjoon says, “you have great taste in music, I can't believe we haven't hung out before.”

He glances at the man standing to the left of him; Suga was fiddling with his phone, which was connected to Namjoon’s speaker system, setting up a queue of hip hop songs.

“Yeah, man. I'm a music composition major, I don't fuck around when it comes to this sort of thing.”

“Well… feel free to come over whenever now. You're okay in my book.”

Suga smiles at Namjoon before responding. “Wish we could say the same for all of your squad. Some people are very disagreeable.”

Namjoon laughs out loud at that, picturing the scowl that would have graced your face had you heard what the older boy said.

“You're talking about Y/N?” He says, “I think she likes you, actually. She's not usually quite so… responsive when she hates someone.”

“I don't know. She seemed pretty keen to bite that kid Zach's head off, and she seemed to really hate him.”

Namjoon nodded, “yeah. She does. But at least most of the time she kept her cool with him. Like, kept it focused on the argument. She's really smart, she doesn't believe in attacking someone's person just to win a fight. She keeps herself calm so she can, y’know. Destroy you. But with you it's different.”

Namjoon watched as Suga’s hands momentarily paused over his phone. The older boy glanced towards Namjoon curiously, before seeming to remember where he was and who he was talking to. He dropped his gaze back down to his phone nonchalantly before asking “different howso?”

He briefly hoped that Namjoon wouldn't catch the slight tremor in his voice as he asked about you.

“I don't know how to describe it really.” Namjoon responds honestly, “it's almost as if she sees you as an actual challenge? She's smart. And good at debating. But with you it's like she starts off the debate already flustered. It's not even like that with me, and she and I fight all the time.”

Suga paused again as Namjoon spoke. You were flustered around him? He had to admit the thought pleased him. But still, the slight current of animosity that ran just beneath the surface of any contact the two of you had had prevented him from pushing to be alone with you. Or asking for your last name.

He was almost positive that you were her. That it was your name on his wrist. That you were supposed to be his. But he couldn't get the guts up to ask. Especially when you always had your arms wrapped around that other kid, Jungkook.

Suga glanced sideways at Namjoon who seemed content to just sit and listen to the music playing through the radio speakers. It was obvious that Namjoon liked you too. Suga had seen how the boy’s shoulders had tensed every time you touched Jungkook. How his mouth had pressed into a stern straight line. How longingly he looked at you when your attention was elsewhere. Suga had seen it all, and was quite sure that he reacted similarly.

“You good man?” Namjoon asked, breaking Suga out of his reverie.

“Shit, yeah sorry. I was just thinking.”

“About something in particular?”

“Nah, it’s nothing.”

Namjoon could tell it was a bullshit response, but didn’t push it. He didn’t want to scare Suga off so soon by being abrasive. He seemed like a pretty quiet guy anyway. Not for the first time tonight Namjoon wished you had decided to come along. Conversation always flowed easier when you were around.

It’s not that Namjoon didn’t like Suga, he did. But getting to know someone is difficult, and Namjoon’s thoughts keep drifting to what you and Jungkook are up to.

A pang of jealousy shoots through Namjoon’s veins as he pictures the two of you together, and so part of him is relieved when the music on the speakers fade into the sound of Suga’s phone ringing.

Suga curses under his breath and mutters an apology that Namjoon waves off before unplugging his phone and bringing it to his ear.

Namjoon tries not to listen to Suga’s phone call, but it’s definitely hard especially since the older boy seems so exasperated. His brow furrows as he listens to whoever is on the other line. It all seems to be about some sort of… appointment.

“No. It’s Yoongi. Y-o-o-n-g-i. Do we need to do this now?”

Namjoon swears his heart stops beating for a moment. His mouth falls open slightly, and he tries quickly to compose himself, but clearly the older boy had seen and in turn, gives him a puzzled look.

“Listen, I know that this information is important for your scheduling purposes, but it’s the middle of the night. Just because the Wellness Center is open 24 hours a day doesn’t mean I am. I’m hanging up now. Call me in the morning.”

Suga hangs up the phone with a sigh, his long fingers working on plugging it back into the speakers as he speaks.

“It’s just the school therapist. I called a while ago to make an appointment and they decided that now would be a good time to get ahold of me. It’s fucking insane, the way this school works sometimes.”

“What was that, about Yoongi.” Namjoon asks before he can stop himself. He needs to know.

“Yoongi?” Suga asks, cocking his head to the side. “That’s just my name. My real name.”

Namjoon seriously considered that maybe he was having a stroke or some sort of fever dream. An intense and ludicrous fever dream.

“Hey, Namjoon, are you okay? What’s the ma--”

“Are you Min Yoongi? Is that your name?”

“Yeah, holy shit. You’re white as a sheet, dude. What the f--”

“Let me see it. Let me see your wrist.”

The room was completely frozen for a moment. Both boys staring intensely at each other. Yoongi briefly considered denying Namjoon’s request. Yoongi didn’t hide his mark really, but he also didn’t like to parade it around. It drew a lot of attention and it was generally unwanted. He knew though, that Namjoon wasn’t asking because of the novelty of it all.

He was asking because he knew.

Yoongi shoved his sweater up his arm slightly, just enough to reveal the fine script that graced his wrist. He quietly held it out to Namjoon, whose eyes he could see pass over the name again and again, as if he couldn’t believe it was real.

“So it’s her?” Yoongi asked finally, after the already uncomfortable silence became unbearable.

Namjoon just nods, leaning back in his chair and running his hands through his hair.

“Yeah. That’s her. And she’s got your name on her wrist too. I’ve seen it.”

Yoongi can’t help the smile that forms on his lips as he hears those words. He’d been looking forward to this day since your name first appeared on him and now he had finally found you. You could be together.

“Listen Suga,” Namjoon starts, but the older boy interrupts him.

“You can call me Yoongi, if you like.”

“No seriously, Suga. Listen.” And finally it seems that Namjoon has the other’s attention. Yoongi’s smile slips from his face as he takes in the macabre look Namjoon is giving him and he doesn’t need to ask what the matter is, because Namjoon is already continuing.

“Y/N… Yoongi, she’s with Jungkook.” Yoongi feels his heart fall, but forces his face to stay passive. “She’s not going to leave him because of you. I know that much.”

As Namjoon explains the situation, Yoongi feels his heart begin to break. You never wanted to be with your soulmate. You never wanted to be with him. You hadn’t even given him the chance. And while he found the story of your father and mother beautiful in a way, he also found that he just couldn’t wrap his head around it completely. You two were literally made for each other.

“Listen, Yoongi. I’m only telling you this so you have a fair shot.” Namjoon says and Suga can’t contain himself.

“How can you say that when you’ve just told me she doesn’t want me?” He seethes. He knows Namjoon has nothing to do with it but still, letting his anger slip out felt too good to resist.

“I know, but listen. She doesn’t know who you are. You have the opportunity to get close to her still, you should take it. She doesn’t know you’re Min Yoongi, she just knows you as Suga. She won’t run from you if you keep that up.”

Yoongi nods, more to himself than anything.

“If that’s what I’ve got to do, I’ll do it.” He says, “I’m not letting her slip away.”

Namjoon wistfully wished he could say the same.

Jungkook wrapped his arms and legs around you, snuggling into your back and planting small kisses on your neck.

“You're getting so good at this, babe.” He said to you, referring to the video game you were playing.

You turned back to smile at him and he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but drop the controller to cup his face, prolonging the kiss just a moment.

The sound of gunshots from your screen broke the moment and the two of you glanced at the screen just in time to see your character fall. Both you and Jungkook start to laugh and you give up playing in favor of twisting around to face your boyfriend.

“I guess I spoke too soon.” He teases.

“Jungkook shut up! You're supposed to be supportive.”

“Supportive huh?” He says, twisting you quickly so you're pinned underneath him on his bed, “I don't know. Seems like a lot of work.”

You jut your bottom lip out just a bit in an accentuated pout. Jungkook laughs again and let's him fringe fall into his eyes.

“Ah, babe. You're cute.” He says.

“Not as cute as you,” you singsong back and Jungkook glares playfully at you before bringing his hands up to your sides, tickling you.

“I'm not cute,” he says as you flail underneath him trying to get away from his hands, “I'm a man!”

If you hadn't been laughing before, you were now, but so was Jungkook. His hands never ceased, roaming your sides and neck leaving a horrific trail of tickles that had you gasping for breath.

“Jungkook, Jungkook stop!” You manage to breath out, trying to push his hands from you. He just laughs at your feeble attempt, grasping your wrists in one of his hands and then pinning them above your head while continuing to tickle you with the other.

You're sure your stomachs about to burst honestly, and so you redouble your flailing efforts. Jungkook was one strong son of a bitch though and it did no good.

“Please!” You finally gasp out, “please Kookie, stop!”

To your surprise, he does what you tell him. Releasing you and flopping over to your side so you're both laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“I like when you call me that, you know.” He says finally.

“What?”

“Kookie. I like it when you call me that.”

“Ah” you say, “you really are cute Kookie.”

You smile at him and he returns the action in kind. You lace your fingers with his, and pull your joint hands over you to examine the way his fingers intertwine with yours.

“What're you doing, babe?” He asks after a moment.

“I dunno.” You reply, “just looking I guess. You have nice hands. Is that weird to say?”

“Yes.” He laughs, “but I like it. I know I'm irresistible.”

“Ugh. Don't remind me. Having such a handsome and wonderful boyfriend is going to ruin my street cred.”

“Aish. I'm not so wonderful.” He says quietly, and you glance at him.

“What is this heresy you speak? Jeon Jungkook of course you're wonderful.”

He shakes his head slightly and his smile slips from his face.

“I was a shit boyfriend today.” He says simply and you gawk at him.

“This is news to me.” You say, “when did this happen? You've been perfect all day.”

“In philosophy club. I should've said something. It should've been me defending you. Not Suga.”

You perch yourself up on your elbow so you can face him.

“Jungkook--”

“No. Listen. I should have stepped in. I wanted to say something. Shit. I should've just punched that brat in the face but I didn't. And then Suga just. Jumped in. He didn't even have to think about it. He just did it.”

Jungkook used his free hand to rub at his eyes in frustration. You weren't sure what to say, really. It didn't matter to you that Jungkook hadn't stepped up in that moment, and you really could take care of yourself. But you didn't think that telling him so would help.

Gently you placed a kiss on his cheek and he glanced at you.

“I like you a lot, Kookie.” You say to him, hoping that honesty on your part would cheer him up.

“I like you a lot too, babe. But what happens when you get tired of someone who can't take care of you?”

You heave a sigh and then roll yourself until you've wrapped around Jungkook like a vice, pressing your head into the crook of his neck and placing gentle kisses on his shoulder.

“Jungkook, I really don't think that'll be what happens. And anyway, we've only just begun dating, I want you to be happy. Don't worry about this, please. I still think you're wonderful.”

“Is that right?” He questions as he pulls you on top of him completely, so he can look into your eyes. Though his tone is playful, his eyes hold a certain seriousness that informs you your words mean something to him.

“Yes.” You say simply, without a hint of humor. You do think Jungkook is wonderful. And staring into his dark eyes only makes the feeling that much stronger, makes your stomach flutter that much faster.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and you feel his hands move; one wrapping tightly around your waist, the other coming up to very gently tangle into your hair. He pulls you down so your forehead is pressed against his, your noses touching. You can feel the heat of his breath on your skin, and though your eyes are closed you can feel his gaze on you.

After what feels like years, Jungkook pulls your head down the rest of the way. He kisses you softly, his lips barely moving against yours as if he's afraid you'll break otherwise. Your head swims as he kisses you and you briefly wonder if it's possible that this is heaven. You don't know what you did to deserve it, if it is, but thank god you did it. Whatever it was.

Eventually you grow impatient. Your entire body is tingling from the boy underneath you and so you press your lips down harder. Jungkook allows you to take the lead for a moment, and you trace your tongue along his plump bottom lip asking for entrance.

You explore his mouth with your tongue, running it along the inside of his lips, tasting him, and he lets out a small sigh of pleasure. The noise prompts you to tangle your tongue with his for a moment before you pull back, catching his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling gently.

Your action seems to flip a switch in the boy beneath you and soon the hand in your hair tightens and pulls you in impossibly closer. His lips move roughly against your own, and you pant into his mouth, trying to catch your breath. Jungkook lets the hand around your waist unwind and it quickly finds its way to your ass, giving you a rough squeeze.

The suddenness of the action has an audible moan leaving your lips, and Jungkook finally breaks the kiss.

“Shit,” he says, his hand squeezing you again and then letting both his hands run along your sides and back, “you sound so sexy when you moan like that.”

Your head falls down to his shoulder and you're certain your entire body has melted completely under his ministrations.

As his hands roam your body, you turn your head to place wet kisses into his neck. He tilts his head to the side a bit, giving you better access, and you take this as an invitation to deepen your kisses.

Your legs move of their own accord to straddle Jungkook properly, and you hear a breathy sigh leave him as you suck a mark into his neck. You feel a bit too proud thinking that he'll have to let the mark be visible tomorrow, and everyone will know that it's you who left it there. The thought makes you sink your teeth into his skin greedily, which causes Jungkook to groan loudly.

His hand comes down hard on your ass and you gasp, ceasing your efforts on his neck in exchange for looking at him shocked.

“W-what?” You stutter out, but before you can get out a full question his hand comes down on you again. It's harder this time, and even through your shorts the sound of the smack reverberates through his small dorm room.

A broken moan leaves your lips and you unthinkingly shift your hips down into him, desperate for any form of friction you can get.

“Do you like that, babe?” Jungkook asks, a cocky smile gracing his lips. “Do you like when I spank you?”

You feel your cheeks heat up and bury your head into his chest, your hands grabbing onto the material of his shirt.

He merely chuckles at your coy display, his hands moving in between you to unbutton your shorts. He slinks his hands underneath them to rub at your ass again, and then allows one to move forward, running his fingers over your underwear-covered core.

You moan quietly as he rubs you; you can feel how wet you are, your underwear sticking to you doing nothing to stop the slickness from running down the tops of your thighs. Jungkook seems pleased with this fact, letting out a small grunt of pleasure.

“Ah, so wet for me, huh?” He says, flicking your clit lightly causing you to whimper. “God, I love that I can do this to you babe. You’re making me so hard.”

He's not lying either, you can feel Jungkook throbbing against your thigh and the feeling only makes you more aroused.

You lift your head from its hiding place and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend's lips before tugging softly at the hem of his shirt, in a silent plea for him to remove it.

He shifts you both so he can sit up, and pulls his shirt over his head. He then does the same with your top, both items disappearing across the room. You let your hands run down his chest and he pulls you into kiss him again. He lightly kneads your breasts and you can't help but roll your hips down into him.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans as you grind along his member and the sound prompts you to roll your hips again.

His hands grab your hips harshly and he drags you down over him again and again. Even through both of your pants you can feel him and it just feels so good.

“Shit, babe. I could cum just from this.” He admits, pressing his hips up into you harder. You can only respond with a desperate moan and your panting breaths.

You knew you had to stop, you didn't want to finish the night before you got the chance to feel Jungkook inside of you again and so, despite the building pleasure in your lower half you manage to pull away.

You push Jungkook down to lay on the bed again and you quickly trail kisses down his chest, nipping lightly once you reach the light trail of hair that leads into the waistband of his pants.

“Shit.” You hear him mutter as your hands make quick work of the button and zipper on his pants, pushing them down and off his legs along with his boxers.

You pause for a moment, gazing at the work of art beneath you. Jungkook is breathing heavily. His cock is so hard that it's pressed against his stomach, leaving a small smear of precum there. His thick thighs and the faint outline of his abs all look tempting as well, and you're not quite sure what you want to take a bite out of first.

“Babe, please,” the boy begs, and you're snapped out of your trance.

You slowly place your lips against his inner thigh, sucking lightly and looking up at him through your eyelashes. He meets your gaze for a moment before his head falls back against the bed, as if the sight of you overwhelms him. You softly nip at his skin and he shudders. You soothe the red mark forming under your mouth with a few slow circles of your tongue, and while you're not directly touching his cock you feel it twitch slightly.

Taking pity on him, you move your mouth to lick a slow stripe from the base to the tip and he lets out a strangled gasp. You blow lightly against him, teasing him, and he growls above you.

His fingers twist into your hair and you take the hint, wrapping your lips around him finally. Jungkook let's out a low groan as you slide your mouths onto him, bobbing your head a few times to become adjusted to his size. You can't take him in all the way, but what you can't reach with your mouth you take in your hand.

The hand in your hair grips tighter as you move your head and hand up and down on him, guiding your movements. Jungkook seems to be losing himself more and more to your ministrations, groans falling from his lips as he pulls his head back up to gaze down at you.

“Fuck, babe, you suck my cock so well.”

You let out a moan at his words and the sound reverberates around the room.

“Shit, shit. Oh god.” Jungkook groans as he used the hand in your hair to force you deeper down onto him.

“God, babe, I could do this for hours,” he says as he begins to thrust his hips slightly forward, forcing you to go deeper. Tears sting at your eyes but you can't help but love the dominant way Jungkook is handling you. “Your mouth is so good, I’m already getting close.”

With one last thrust he pulls your mouth off of him, strings of saliva still slipping from your mouth. Jungkook seems to appreciate the sight of your swollen lips, and your fucked out eyes. He gently strokes your cheek before leaning up to kiss you.

The kiss is hard and quick, and he's pulling away before you can comprehend what's happening.

“Get on your hands and knees, babe. Shorts off. I need to be inside you now.”

You gasp and scramble to complete his request, throwing your shorts off to join the rest of your clothes.

You feel slightly self conscious as you position yourself in front of him, but the low hum of approval he gives you is enough to quell any doubts in your mind.

He rubs his hands along your backside again, gently squeezing before taking his cock in his hand and lining it up against your entrance.

“Is this okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“I'm on the pill anyway Kookie,” you coo, your head swimming from the feeling of him so close to where you want him. “I want you to cum inside me, Jungkook, please.”

You beg and even though he's not inside you yet, you feel him twitch at your words.

“Anything for you, babe.” He grunts before pushing inside you slowly.

You both moan at the feeling, and he wastes no time, setting a steady rhythm that has you seeing stars.

Before long you're pushing yourself back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Look at you, so needy for my cock huh?” He says, thrusting harder and grasping your hips tightly.

“God yes, Jungkook!” You cry and his hand comes down on your shoulder, pushing your torso down onto the bed.

The change in angle has you gasping as Jungkook hits that spot inside of you. You can faintly hear the desperate sounding moans spilling from your lips, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care.

“C’mon babe,” Jungkook said, “louder. Let me hear you. Tell me how good my cock is making you feel.”

“Jungkook, fuck!” You cry as he quickens his thrusts, a hand coming down to grip your hair and pull harshly. “Please don't stop, Jungkook please!”

“And why not? Why don't you want me to stop?” He growls back.

“It feels so good, Kookie. God! You feel so good inside of me please don't stop!” You don't care how loud you are, you don't care how needy you sound, or how wetness is running down your thighs. All that matters to you as you grasp tightly at the bed sheets is your fast-approaching release.

Jungkook let's go of your hair, in favor of grasping your hips tightly to press into you harder. You're fairly certain you'll have bruises tomorrow, from the uncontrollable way his fingers tighten on your skin.

You can hear yourself begging, a litany of praises falling out of your mouth as you feel the coil within you begin to tighten.

“Please Kookie,” you beg, “I’m so close!” Your hands fist the sheets below you and he picks up the pace.

“Come on babe,” he gasps out, “I want to feel you cum around me. Feel that pussy tighten on my cock.”

You're momentarily unable to breathe because of his words, and as Jungkook thrusts inside of you again the coil within you snaps. White hot pleasure shoots through your veins and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

Your core tightens around Jungkook like a vice and he lets out a string of curses before he falls over the edge as well, cumming deep inside you.

“Fuck babe.” He says as he pulls himself from you and watches his cum slip out of you, “you look perfect this way, filled up by me. I should make you walk around like this always.”

You blush and finally your legs give out, causing you to fall onto the bed. Jungkook flops to your side and lets his fingers trail up and down your sides. You sigh and lean your back against him.

“We should get you cleaned up…” he says quietly, nuzzling your neck and kissing your hair lightly.

“Kookie, not now.” You respond. “I can't move.”

Jungkook laughs softly behind you before shifting over you and walking to his en-suite bathroom, the one he gets because he's an athlete here on scholarship. Your eyes close on you before he get back though, and by the time he's finished cleaning the two of you off, you're already sound asleep.

A/N: As per usual, I’d like to thank my beta, @gimmesumsuga. And I want to apologize again for the wait! I’m awkwardly using my friends laptop to update Kookie smut. RIP. I’ll be back soon.

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zacharydempsey · 7 years

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An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff POV: Reader's/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don't hesitate to message me and I'll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

“Hi!” Tony says with a bright smile as he welcomes me with a huge bear hug, making me let go of Zach’s hand.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you for so long! I got your text though!” I reply with a smile as I let go of his tight grasp around my waist.

“How have you been babe? I’ve missed you.” He asks as he pushes a piece of hair away from my face.

“I’ve been great! How about you?” I reply as I give him a big smile.

“I’ve been great too! What are you up to today?” he asks me.

“Oh, Zach and I are off to the ice cream parlor down the road, we’re in the mood for some ice cream, want to come with us?” I invite.

“Are you sure? I’m not disturbing you guys or anything?” Tony replies.

“Of course not silly! Now let’s go!” I exclaim as I grab his hand and run towards the ice cream parlor leaving Zach behind us.

“Baby come on! Catch up!” I say as I look back at Zach who had an irritated look plastered on his face.

Tony and I ran down towards the ice cream parlor and a few seconds later, Zach reached the place too. He had a very sour look on his face as he walked nearer and nearer towards us and just when he was almost with Tony and I, Tony grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the ice cream parlor. Just before entering the place, I swore that I heard Zach mumble something under his breath with his fists clenched into a tight ball.

“I know what flavor you want!” Tony yells as he jumps up and down while clapping his hands like a child.

“Cookies and cream as always! Ever since we were 7!” he continues as he cups my face with his large hands and proceeds to pinch my cheeks.

“Ouch! Stop that!” I exclaim as I let out a soft laugh and Zach clears his throat as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“She actually likes Mint Chocolate Chip.” Zach says in a stern manner as he looks at me.

“What? But you hate mint?! Well I mean, you did anyway. Remember that time when we were 11 and my aunt made us eat these disgusting mint brownies and you made the next door neighbor’s dog eat it?” Tony says as slaps my arm and we laugh in unison.

“Oh my gosh yes! I hated mint so much!” I exclaim between breaths.

“And that time when we had our first alcoholic drinks and you ordered a mojito without knowing that it has mint and when you took a sip you spat it out immediately!” Tony continues to reminisce our hilarious memories.

“You still remember that?! Oh my gosh I hated mint so much, it did taste disgusting! Good thing I didn’t throw up.” I exclaim as we make our way to the service counter.

“Oh so you hate mint. Okay then.” Zach says as he shuffles over to Tony and I. He nods his head in a sarcastic manner and folds his arms infront of his chest. I notice Zach's sudden change of mood, so I excuse myself from Tony to ask Zach what was up.

“Give me a second. The line’s quite long anyway, I’ll be back.” I tell Tony and he nods his head politely with a small smile.

“What’s up with you?” I ask Zach as I make my way towards him.

“Nothing, just go and order your favorite cookies and cream flavored ice cream. I’ll order myself a pistachio so we can get out of here.” He snarls at me and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Why are you being like this? Weren’t you the one who wanted to get ice cream? Even though we had chocolate ice cream at home?” I reply as I fold my arms in front of my chest.

“Just go order the ice cream, your friend’s calling you, look.” He replies as he points at Tony who indeed was next to order.

“Fine, let’s not talk about this, whatever.” I reply irritated at how he’s acting and proceed to go to Tony who was waiting for me.

“Brad just sent me a message, he told me he just got off from his part time job and he’s taking me out to eat. Babe I’m so sorry, I need to go. But I’ll get ice cream nevertheless, we’ll just have to catch up some other time.” Tony explains and I smile at him.

“It’s fine babe, I understand.” I reply as I rub his arm up and down.

“It’s too bad, I really want to get to know Zach." He replies.

“We’ll arrange a get together soon. I want to meet Brad too.” I say.

“That sounds nice, Brad would like that. I talk about you whenever I’m with him. He said he really wants to meet you too.” Tony says.

“Next in line please!” the server asks us and we move infront of her.

“Good afternoon. What would you like for today?” she asks us with a bright smile on her face.

“Hi, can we have one large pistachio, one large mint chocolate chip and one large cookies and cream all in cups please?” I ask the server.

“Absolutely that would be $9.” The server says.

“So you really like mint now? Zach wasn’t joking?” Tony asks me in disbelief.

“I do, Zach converted me. He opened up a completely different world for me. He made me try things I’ve been scared to do before. He started with all the little things, and then, one by one, he’s made me a better person.” I reply as I look down shyly and gave the cashier the payment.

“It looks like you really are head over heels for this guy eh?” Tony asks as he nudges my arm.

“I guess so.” I reply shyly.

“Your ice creams will be served at the receiving area.” The server says as she gives me my change back and Tony and I proceed to the receiving area.

I quickly glance at Zach's direction and he sat down a table near the door on his own. He looked kind of upset as well as annoyed, but I just shrugged him off, I’m guessing he just wanted his ice cream. We waited for a couple of minutes and our ice cream finally came. After getting our ice cream, Tony and I walked over to where Zach was sitting and he stood up to meet us.

“I’ll see you soon babe?” Tony says as he rubs my arm up and down.

“Of course love, I’ll see you soon.” I reply as I give him a quick hug.

“Wait, where are you going?” Zach asks Tony.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry, I have a slight emergency.” Tony explains with a soft laugh.

“I see, alright. See you later dude.” Zach replies almost emotionlessly.

“Take care of her okay? If she cries because of you I’m going to take her away from you, you understand?” Tony says in a joking manner but it wasn't really taken as a joke by Zach.

“Uhm, yeah sure.” Zach says, his left fist clenched on the side of his thigh.

“Bye babe, I’ve missed you, I’ll talk to you soon.” Tony says as he moves closer to me and kisses me on my forehead.

“Bye! I’ll call you!” I wave goodbye as we exit the ice cream parlor.

Zach and I continue to walk up the road back to where our car was parked but there was something odd about him. He didn’t walk beside me, instead he walked in front, almost in a fast paced manner. He also wasn’t touching his ice cream at all, he was just holding the cup and the ice cream started to melt under the scorching heat of the sun. It started to drip off of the cup and onto the pavement. A trail of drops of melted pistachio ice cream was left behind him.

“Zach!” I call him as I stop walking behind him but he doesn’t stop walking, instead he continues walking away from me.

“Zachary Dempsey!” I yell his name which made him stop and turn around to look at me.

“What?” he snarls at me, his ice cream still dripping onto the pavement.

“What is this? What are you doing?” I ask him, I was starting to lose my patience.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, innocently.

“You asked me if we could get ice cream, I agreed and we get ice cream. When we arrived here, you didn’t even come with me to the counter, you just waited for me to order your ice cream. What am I? Your slave? Now, now that you have your ice cream, you’re not even eating it! Look, you’ve left a trail of melted ice cream on the pavement! One more thing, you were completely rude to Tony! Why weren’t you talking to him? Tony is such a nice person, why were you acting like that towards---” I begin but Zach cuts me off.

“Oh yeah! Tony this! Tony that! Tony is so nice! Tony is so sweet! I miss Tony! Blah blah blah! What the hell is up with that guy!? Just tell me if you still have feelings for your ex boyfriend and I’ll leave you two on your own! Because it seems like he obviously still has feelings for you! And if you don’t see that then you’re blind!” Zach yells, frustration running through his veins.

“No, you’re wrong. He doesn’t have feelings for me, and no I don’t see it.” I reply as I walk up to him.

“Well then you’re obviously blind.” He replies.

“No, no I'm not and you know why I’m 100% sure he doesn’t have feelings for me?” I ask him.

“Why?!” he asks me back.

“It’s because he never was my boyfriend, he’s my bestfriend you idiot.” I reply.

“And so? He can have one-sided feelings for you! Guy bestfriends can do that! It’s all like yeah chill you’re my bestfriend but he secretly has feelings for you! I know that because I’m a guy too Y/N. Can’t you see it?” he asks me, he was now even more frustrated.

“No I really can’t see it.” I reply nonchalantly as I take another spoonful of ice cream, Zach has thrown his ice cream away already.

“And that! That stupid mint chocolate chip ice cream! You hate mint! Are you lying to me?! Tony said you hate mint! Ever since you were 7! Oh wow, wow you’re childhood sweethearts! How sweet! What about me huh? I’m nothing!” Zach replies, as he shrugs, almost at the point of giving up and breaking down.

“You’re my everything Zachary. You should know that.” I tell him as I put my right hand up to caress his face but he puts my hand down gently.

“Really? Then what was all that ‘babe’ and ‘love’ nicknames of you and Tony huh? Are you two really that sweet? Can’t you see that he likes you Y/N?!” he replies as he looks me deep into my eyes.

“I seriously can’t. It’s impossible.” I reply calmly once again.

“What?! Impossible?! How can it be impossible?!” Zach asks.

“You want to know why?” I ask him as I lick my lips.

“Yes please tell me so I can stop being so worried that a very attractive guy, even more attractive than I am can take you away from me. Please explain to me why so that I can stop being so insecure! So jealous!” he exclaims.

“He’s gay.” I reply simply as I take in another spoonful of my now melted ice cream and I can see Zach's eyes widen in shock.

“What did you just say?” he asks me.

“He’s gay.” I repeat my statement non-chalantly.

“What?” Zach asks in disbelief.

“He’s--” I start but he cuts me off.

“I know, I know I heard you the first time, and the second time, and now.” He replies as he lets out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry baby, I… I don’t even know what to say right now.” He adds.

“You know what his emergency was? It was his boyfriend, Brad. He just got off of work and he sent a text to Tony telling him that they’re going on a date, so Tony had to leave.” I explain to him as I rub his arm up and down.

“Don’t be so quick to judge baby, it’s fine, don’t worry.” I console him with a small smile.

“I’m really sorry baby, oh God Tony must think I’m the worst! I’ve been so rude towards him!” he exclaims as he rests his head on my shoulder and puts his arms around my waist.

“It’s fine baby, I’ll ask him to come over at my house later this week with Brad. I’ll explain it to him, don’t worry.” I reply as I stroke his hair with my right hand, my ice cream still in my left hand.

“I’m sorry again baby.” Zach says softly as he looks at me and cups my face with his extremely large hands, he is 6foot2 after all.

“It’s fine, but look, you’ve wasted your ice cream. Do we need to go back and get you another one?” I ask him as we both look at the gooey pistachio ice cream trail.

“It’s alright, I’ll just settle for the chocolate ice cream you have at home.” He says as he lets out another sigh.

“Here you can have the rest of mine for being your dorky self once again.” I reply as I give him the rest of my ice cream.

“Now let’s go, I need to catch the next episode of Riverdale. I can't wait to see Reggie Mantle again! He's the hottest!” I squeal as I clap my hands happily.

“Hey!” my jealous boyfriend snarls once again.

“I’m just kidding baby, you know you’re my one and only.” I giggle at him as I pinch his cheeks and he produces the cutest smile in the world; with his adorable eye smile, and his perfect, pearly white set of teeth.

"Well, some people say I look kinda like Reggie so it's all good." Zach says arrogantly in a joke type of way and I slap his chest slightly because of it.

“I love you Zach, even though you’re an idiot.” I tell him as I look at him in his eyes dearly.

“I love you even more Y/N. I don’t ever want to lose you. You’re my world.” He says as he puts the ice cream cup down on our car for a moment and pull me in for a huge bear hug.

“Your arms feel like home to me.” I reply as I rest my face against his firm chest, the sweet scent of cologne tickled the tip of my nose.

“You are home to me Y/N, you are my everything.” He replies as he gently kisses my forehead.

After everything else, we went back inside the car and I drove Zach's car to my house. When we arrived, I immediately started a video call with Tony. I couldn't wait to explain to him just why Zach was acting strangely and of course I also wanted to meet Brad and invite them both over to hang out soon. Zach and I were hanging out in the kitchen while he was getting the ice cream out of the freezer. Luckily, Tony picked up the video call after a couple of rings. A few seconds later, Tony and Brad's smiling faces appeared on the screen.

"Hey gorgeous! What's up?" Tony asks from the other end of the line.

"Nothing! I just wanted to tell you exactly why Zachary was acting weird earlier." I answer and Tony laughs.

"Go on." he replies with a smile.

"He thought you were my ex-boyfriend." I continue and soon enough, Tony and Brad's laughter filled the room. Zach was pouting at me adorably while scooping ice cream in a bowl.

"Here talk to him." I add as I walk over to my boyfriend and put my arm around his waist.

"Zach, you know I'm gay right?" Tony tells Zach.

"Well, I do now." Zach replies and we all laugh in unison.

"Listen dude, I'm really sorry." Zach apologizes with a nervous chuckle.

"It's fine bro, it's all good. At least I know that you're really concerned about Y/N. Take care of her for me will you?" Tony responds.

"I will Tony, thanks." Zach answers.

"Alright, you guys can go back to eating now! I'll text you! Nice meeting you Brad!" I finally say as I wave goodbye.

"Nice meeting you too Y/N!" Brad replies with a smile.

Tony and I both say our final goodbyes before I end the video call. I just couldn't help but laugh for one last time as Zach put the ice cream back in the freezer. What did I ever do to deserve such an adorable dork like Zach Dempsey as my boyfriend? I sure am the luckiest girl alive to have someone as sweet, as innocent and as clueless as him.

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A/N: That's it guys! How did you like the story? Suggestions, requests and comments are most welcome! Don't hesitate to send them in. Btw, did you guys get the "You know I'm gay right?" reference from Tony and Clay? As well as the Riverdale reference? Hahaha! I hope you guys enjoyed this! More imagines coming soon!

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Eight

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 8: Eight: A Meal For Two, A Car Ride For The Damned and A Love To Fool Them All.

Pete

Having Dallon and Brendon as roommates was quite an experience. Brendon was a bit stand-off-ish and from what Dallon says, it’s from a traumatic experience. But he’s been getting more touchy-feely. Brendon is constantly touching Dallon and grabbing him, it’s funny. There’s something familiar about him really but I couldn’t place it, I’d figure it out later, right now I was too busy trying to get Patrick to fall in love with me.

It was still just a lot of fucking and him flipping shit if it got too crazy for him. He’s pulling me out to his car in the parking lot, wanting to go drive somewhere and have sex in his car.

We get out where we won’t get caught and Patrick pulls over the car, fumbling into the back of the car. I stay up front, lost in my own world. I can feel his arms wrap around me from around the seat, Patrick is kissing my neck and I can’t resist. I flop into the back on top of Patrick. He kisses my neck and bites at my ear, I suck at his skin and grab at his crotch. It escalated quickly and soon enough we’re shifting around, slamming into things, things being jabbed into us. Patrick’s elbow jabbing into my stomach by accident, my knee shoved into his side. This had been a terrible idea.

“Patrick you’re probably going to end up with my foot up your ass instead of my dick if we fuck in here.” I sigh.

“Let me blow you then.” He says instantly, his wide, blue eyes sparkle with a weird excitement. I, at first, am hesitant but think, what could go wrong and nod.

“Okay, sure.” I shrug and he pushes me and my back slams into the car door I groan and he starts kissing me, undoing my pants. He lets me struggle out of them before doing anything. I’m already hard as a rock at this point so I didn’t need Patrick to get me hard first.

Before I truly have a chance to process any of this my head is tossed back and I’m gasping. This was new, so new… So good, “Oh, fuck… Patrick….” I breathe and shiver as a rush of pleasure runs over me. It was all moving so fast, pieces were missing from my memory.

His tongue flicks around the head of my dick in a way that causes me to let out a much louder moan than normal, my fists clenching in his bleach-blonde hair, panting and almost choking. My hips involuntarily thrust upward and Patrick pulls away, gagging at the unexpected dick being shoved deeper than he could take.

“Fuck.” Patrick coughs, “I almost threw up, dude, don’t do that.” He groans, rubbing his hand over his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just felt so good I couldn’t really help it.” I frown and he smiles back at me.

“Shut up and stop apologizing.” He moves back to hovering just above my cock. I whine at his teasing and he smirks, taking my whole length. I moan and clench his hair within my fists. His tongue runs over my member and I choke back a gasp, throwing my head back.

“Oh fuck…” I gasp and arch my back. This felt really good, so fucking good.

I cum into his mouth and he pulls back, swallowing the mouthful of semen. He kisses me quickly and grins.

“Ready to go back?” He asks as I pull my pants back up.

“What about you?” I ask seeing as he got nothing out of this.

“No, let's go out to eat.” He insists even though I can full well see he has a bulge.

“Um? But, Patrick?” I'm thoroughly confused.

He tumbles back into the driver's seat, “Come on. Where do you want to eat?” He watches me as I fall into my seat up front.

“Wherever you want to go I guess?”

Frank

In the car to the concert Gee blared Sleeping With Sirens and sang the lyrics, well more like shouted them while drumming the air and banging his head. His long red locks of hair flying everywhere. I sing along too, but not as loud and violently as Gerard, he’s crazy into music and he’s actually pretty great himself, he can sing like nothing I’ve ever heard, well besides Brendon and Patrick that is, they’re voices are god-like and so is Gerard’s in my opinion, their like a trinity. A very emo, trinity.

Kellin Quinn was a fucking god . Okay?

He’s so exited to meet them, he’s practically shaking when we pull up outside of the small venue almost two hours from camp. I wasn’t nearly as excited as Gerard but I don’t think many people could be, these were his idols. I also wasn’t like, super into them either but they did have good music.

We make our way out of the car and Gerard is tugging at my arm, trying to pull me as fast as he could go into the building. I’m laughing at his excitement. It was so cute.

“Hurry up!” He whines as I go ‘ too slow ’ for him.

“I am! I have tiny legs!” I defend and he starts chuckling at the statement, knowing full well that it was true.

“Your tiny legs are too slow, get bigger ones.” He teases with a grin and I roll my eyes.

“I hate you.” I groan, continuing to jog after him. He’s so cute when he’s this excited, I haven’t ever seen him so excited before.

Inside the venue, waiting in line was worse, Gerard was so fucking pumped and bouncy. So cute.

I yawn and Gerard smacks me, “What the fuck’s that for!?” I elbow him in the side.

“Stop being bored you fucking loser.” He hip-checks me and I slam into the person walking by, some older man who was probably in his twentie’s or thirty’s.

“Sorry about that.” I apologize and Gerard makes a choking noise, attracting both mine and the guy’s attention.

“You’re Justin Hills!” Gerard coughs, gripping onto me in awe. The man holds a finger up to his lips and smiles at him, ruffling his hair.

“See you two soon.” He nods towards the passes around our necks. Gerard squeals into my shoulder nodding as he hugs me, squeezing his arms around my waist.

“Oh my god, Frank! You touched Justin fucking Hills!” He shakes me and I laugh.

“Dude I didn’t even know his name until you said it, I didn’t even know who he was.” I chuckle, rubbing at my neck, “I like their music and I mean I know most of it but I don’t know any of the members.” I shrug and give a sheepish smile to him.

“Really? You like them but don’t even know their names?” Gerard seemed baffled by my ignorance to the subject.

“Yeah?” I shrug, is that not what people do?

“Weird…”

Rian

I lay on my bed with my eyes closed, not sleeping but not awake enough to function. I’d been like this for probably two hours, I was just trying to nap but my brain was not allowing that. It was running wild with adventures, nothing in particular, just falling between dreaming and real life.

I hear the door squeak open and clatter closed, too tired to even see who’d come into the room.

“Rian, get up.” I hear Zach’s voice which is extremely stern for some reason.

“No, sleep, shh.” I hum but I’m soon being ripped from the warmth of my blankets to the cool wooden floor.

“Get up.” He’s even more serious this time and I groan, sitting up.

“You didn’t have to be so rough, jesus.” I grumble, rubbing at my back.

“I can’t take it anymore!” He shouts, pacing as he tosses his hands into the air.

“Take what? I’m sorry, I’m not awake enough for this, please explain.” I grumble, staggering to my feet and yawning. I stretch and my back cracks, Zach winces at the sound.

“Them! Alex, Jack, Tyler, Brendon, Dallon! Their driving me fucking nuts! ‘ You should date, Rian! You and Rian would be so cute together! Are you together yet? ’” He mocks, “I’m gonna put a gun to my fucking head and pull the trigger if I have to hear it one more fucking time!” He’s yelling as he grabs me by shoulders, shaking me as he says his next words, “Will you fake date me until they fuck off?” He begs.

“Dude, neither of us are gay though, right? I know I’m not.” I say.

“I’m not either but I’m so close to killing myself or all of them that I will do anything to make them stop.” He pleads, “Please, we can break up in a few weeks, just fake an argument and end it!”

“We’re going to have to make out and kiss and touch and shit Zach!” I push him off of me, “No way in hell, I’m sorry Zach, but no way.”

“Please!” He shouts, “Rian I will do anything! I mean it’s just kissing! It’s not like it’s sex!”

“Well, I don’t want my first kiss to be with a dude, Zach!” I yell back and he freezes.

“You’ve never had your first kiss?” He gasps, wide-eyed.

“This is why I never told any of you.” I huff and cross my arms.

“You always said that your first kiss was out at a pond near your house with the neighbor girl though! It was such a pretty story!”

“It’s called being a good story-teller, asshole.” I grumble.

“I won’t kiss you, we could just be like… The type that doesn’t ‘show-off’ around our friends and stuff.” He still begs and I, of course , relent.

“Fine. Not for too long though.”

“Deal.” Zach nods, “Hey, so like have you done anything with anybody before?” He asks.

“I’ve never dated anyone, jeez, fuck off already.”

Asshole.

Chapter Masterlist ~

Previous -

One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad

Two - On the Rooftop with You

Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?

Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Five - Crying into the Void That is You

Six - A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends

Seven - Abandoning You Was My Worst Mistake but Somehow You’re Still There For Me

Next -

Nine - Falling For You

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