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javierpenaspinkshirt · 4 years

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Other Lives

Chapter two: Stay Close

Mando x OC

Warnings: Vague mentions of assault. Gross handsy boy in a bar. Icky formatting.

Words: 3.2k.

Summary: Mando finally agrees to let Tee acompany him on a bounty hunt. Who knew he was the protective sort?

A/N: the second chapter of the Other Lives series (title based on this song). Thanks for reading (and thank you for 500 follows)🖤

Chapter one: Deal

Chapter two: Stay Close

It had been four weeks since Tee had agreed to join Mando on a trial basis. They had travelled countless miles together in that time, getting to know each other as crew mates. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Tee really liked the Mandalorian. She found him alluring, she was curious. He talked about himself and seemed to really enjoy a conversation while he sat in the pilot’s chair. But he had not yet allowed her to join him on a hunt for a bounty. The few he’d had since they met he had done solo, insisting she wasn't ready yet and should stay on the ship.

‘So where are we going now?’ she questioned.

‘Tattooine, desert planet, used to have a pod racing circuit but I don’t think they do that anymore’ Mando sighed a little.

‘Desert you say? So my speciality?’ Tee’s eyes glinted and Mando spun round to look at her in the co-pilot’s chair.

‘Tee..’ his voice warned.

She grinned at him and rubbed her hands together. He lowered his helmet and laughed.

‘I know what you’re going to say, Tee but it’s not safe’.

‘Come on!’ She whined, letting the syllables drag ‘it’s a desert planet! I’m a desert dweller! This is my moment, Mando! Let me come with you! Who’s the bounty?’

He sighed and relented a little, she had noticed he wasn’t all that good at saying no to her when she mock begged.

He handed her the bounty puck and showed her how to activate it.

The image of a Twi’lek flashed up.

Mando knelt next to Tee’s chair and read the instruction to her, ‘he’s an ex associate of the leader of the old Hutt Clan, he’s been on the planet since the fall of the Empire but he owes a lot of money to someone powerful, probably a protection racket he hasn’t paid, he’s a spoiled rich kid but he’s burned his bridges and lost all his friends, so we have to go get him’.

Tee spun round so she was staring Mando right in the visor, eyes wide, ‘we?’

He nodded, ‘we, but if I think the situation is getting hostile or it gets out of hand I want you out of there faster than you’ve ever moved before’.

Instinctively Tee leaned down and wrapped her arms around Mando’s neck and embraced him, mumbling her thanks into his shoulder.

He groaned in surprise before eventually bringing his right arm up to pat her shoulder.

She let him go but kept a hand on the cool metal of his left pauldron, her smile the brightest he had seen yet.

‘Captain Mando, I will not let you down’ she mimicked a military salute then launched herself from the chair and down to the hull to change her clothes and get ready for her first bounty hunt.

Mando stayed where he was, squatted on his haunches next to the co-pilot’s chair. A little taken a back at first, it had taken him awhile to realise that Tee wasn’t being deliberately touchy-feely, she was just a tactile person. Part of it, she had explained, stemmed from coming from a ‘cuddly family’, he remembered the way she sighed wistfully as she said it. She was used to showing affection through touch, something very new to the heavily armoured Mandalorian.

But he’d gotten quite used to it. He wasn’t ready to reciprocate just yet, it was still too new to him. But thankfully she didn’t seem to take offence, in fact it made her all the more ‘touchy’ as their friendship grew. He enjoyed the way she’d lay a hand on his shoulder as she spoke to him while he was piloting and he liked that she would pulled him into a vice-like embrace when she was excited or happy.

They hadn’t known each other long enough to have seen each other truly sad or angry, but two weeks ago a bounty had caught Mando with a blade and he had dragged the man back to the ship bleeding through his under shirt. Tee had watched as Mando froze the quarry in Carbonite and slumped against the wall of the hull, clutching his side and hissing at the pain.

It had thankfully only been a superficial wound and a bacta patch had fixed it in mere hours, but the way Tee had clung to his arm for the rest of the evening had sparked something in him. She’d fallen asleep in the co-pilot’s chair that night, not wanting him to be in the cockpit alone in case he needed anything. She lasted as long as she could but eventually she slipped into sleep and he had spun his chair to gaze at her.

He’d studied her soft features. Her eyes were closed but he knew they were deep brown, dark and sparkling like the legendary lakes of Endor. They held secrets he would hope to one day know and they were near impossible to say no to. Her skin was tan, smooth from years spent fighting against coarse sand and deceptively soft for someone who spent half their life underground and the other half in scorching sun. Her lips were slightly parted as she slept, that made him smile. He’d never spent this much time with someone who wasn’t also in full armour, not since he swore the creed anyway.

She was an education for him and he was an eager pupil.

He pulled his mind back and rose up off his haunches. He could hear her in the hull, humming as she clattered around, probably hunting for her boots. He knew she’d be awhile so he took the opportunity to remove his helmet.

He set it down gently on the control console and rubbed his eyes. He ran a gloved hand through his hair and blinked as his sight adjusted to the artificial light of the cockpit. He used to be able to walk around armour-free while travelling but he couldn’t risk that now Tee was with him.

She knew about the creed, she’d asked almost immediately once they’d set off from Jakku. He’d been very happy to indulge and told her all about his religion. He was proud of who he was, proud of his people. The pair had connected over the loss of family at the hands of the Empire. They’d shared stories of tragedy and defeat, the battle of Jakku, the purge of Mandalore. They were kindred spirits in so many ways. It was nice to have someone who understood him.

And crucially, she respected the way. Though she was tactile, she had never once over stepped his boundaries. She had accepted that he would not remove his helmet in front of her and she had simply smiled and repeated his mantra back to him – ‘This Is The Way’.

He liked her a lot and he would be sad if she did decide to go back to Jakku, but the sound of her singing and chatting to herself about her impending mission from the hull allowed him to hope that she would choose to stay.

His helmet back on and Tee’s boots found, Tattooine was in sight.

‘Are you sure about this?’ This was the sixth time Mando had asked.

Tee rolled her eyes and smirked at him, ‘yes I’m sure, I got this’.

Mando didn’t turn to look at her, just nodded as he focused on flying. They had dropped out of hyper space and were now only moments away from landing.

They docked at Mos Espa’s ship port and stood shoulder to shoulder as the door to the hull slowly dropped open. Tee stifled a smile as she felt the heat from Tattooine’s twin suns on her face, she loved the warmth. She resisted the urge to grab Mando’s hand and squeeze it in excitement and opted to keep it professional.

She was ready to stroll off the ship confidently, head held high when she felt his hand on her lower back. She snapped her neck up at him. He didn’t look down at her, just kept his eyes focused ahead.

‘Stay close to me’.

She nodded and they descended the ramp together.

It was hot in Mos Espa. Gloriously so. The sun on her face and the feeling of anticipation surging around her body had Tee feeling invincible. She was almost skipping, gliding along, focused on the job whilst simultaneously completely out of body.

Mando knew how she was feeling. The Adrenalin of his first hunt had caused him to make several mistakes. Of course he’d still caught his quarry, but he’d also sustained multiple injuries and the new knowledge that cockiness can get you killed. He’d learned the hard way, but he wasn’t going to let Tee suffer the same fate.

As they rounded the corner of a dusty street he grabbed her arm and pushed her up against the wall. Her eyes shot up to meet the visor, desperately searching for any kind of eye contact.

She got none but he spoke in a low and hushed tone, ‘you need to stick close to me, I mean it, Tee, you cannot be out of my line of sight, promise me’.

She nodded, eyes still searching for his, the excitement in her face fading.

‘We don’t know what we’re walking in to, it could be hostile, I need you to be ready for that alright? If it kicks off you get behind me and you do not let go of me’ he emphasised every word and Tee did her best to nod along convincingly. Mando was pushed up against her holding her arms by her side, she felt both threatened and protected all at once.

He let her go and stepped back, ‘let’s go’.

He lead her further down the crowded street, following the beeping and rapid blip of the bounty fob towards the cantina at the end of road. There was music floating from the windows and a spark of excitement was reignited in Tee as she saw the band playing through the window.

Mando held the door open for her and ushered her in, putting his hand on her lower back again.

The cantina was an assault on the senses. The band were loud but the sound of chatter was louder. The smell of alcohol was strong and the lights were almost fluorescent, they made Tee’s eyes sting. Mando guided her with his arm towards a booth. He sat her down then positioned himself in the one next to her. They were sat back to back in separate booths so as to appears as if they weren’t together, and sat just behind a pillar that would obscure them from view from most of the cantina floor.

Mando scanned the room and caught site of the Twi’lek bounty.

‘That’s him’ Mando motioned with his helmet, ‘he shouldn’t be too hard to get a hold of’.

The Twi’lek was twirling around, clearly inebriated, clapping and singing along to the band, barely holding himself up.

Mando stood up, ‘I won’t be long’.

Tee nodded and watched from her booth as the bounty hunter stalked confidently towards his prey, cape swaying and the Amban rifle very clearly displayed over his shoulder. This shouldn’t take long.

But as Tee watched on in awe Mando suddenly froze. Feet away from the still spinning Twi’lek, Mando had stopped dead.

Tee craned her neck and stifled a gasp as she realised that the gang sat at the booth near the Twi’lek were not just onlookers, but his companions. All of them had drawn blasters and had them hidden under the table they were crowded around, all pointed at Mando.

He carefully raised one hand and spun round to slowly walk back to Tee. He sat back down behind Tee with a loud sigh.

‘Turns out he’s still got friends’.

Tee laughed quietly and reached round the seats to squeeze Mando’s arm, ‘let me see what I can do’.

She got up before Mando could protest and made her way back to the wobbling Twi’lek. She wasn’t exactly dressed for dancing but she would do her best.

She began to sway to the music of the band and closed her eyes as she raised her hands up above her head, drawing the attention of all the gang members round the table.

A Mandalorian was an obvious enemy, head to toe in armour and weaponry, he would stand out in most situations and most certainly in a small town cantina. But a girl, twirling and spinning as if she was on her fourth spotchka could not be a more familiar sight in a bar.

No blasters were drawn but Tee could feel their eyes on her as she shimmied her hips and danced closer to the still moving bounty.

She bumped into him gently and fluttered her eyelashes at him, ‘hey, would you like to dance with me?’

The Twi’lek looked her up and down and flashed her a lascivious grin, ‘very much’.

He held out his hand for her and Tee took it, wrapping herself in his arms and throwing her head back in over-exaggerated laughter.

Mando stared from the other side of the cantina. If his jaw could have swung open it would have. He gripped the table edge so tight he thought he might snap it. He wasn’t sure what he was more upset about, Tee being able to sashay straight up to his bounty, or the fact that said bounty had his hands all over her.

She was giggling and running her hands over the Twi’lek’s shoulders making eyes at him as they swayed their hips to the beat. Mando gritted his teeth, but he couldn’t explain why.

Suddenly he watched her take the Twi’lek’s hand and motion to the back door. The bounty flashed that grin again and gladly followed her, motioning to his crew to stay put, he wouldn’t be long.

Mando stood up abruptly and left through the front door, he needed to find a way behind the cantina and fast.

The Twi’lek pushed Tee up against the wall with his full body weight against her. He began placing sloppy kisses up and down her neck, she could smell the alcohol on him.

'Hey, hey, slow down a little maybe?' Her request was met with a grunt.

Her mind skipped back to just half an hour ago when Mando had been the one pressed up against her, making her promise him that she would stay with him. She hoped he wouldn’t be angry that she’d blatantly disobeyed him. She also wished a little that it was him pushed up against her again.

‘What do you want from me, pretty girl? You want me to blow your mind right here against this wall?’ The Twi’lek’s words were slightly slurred and if anything turned Tee right off, but she obliged and giggled sweetly, praying that Mando had seen her leave.

He began to run his hands up Tee’s legs and push at the waistband of her trousers, despite her quiet protests, when a solid grip on his shoulder made the bounty leap. A heavy, leather clad hand clamped around the bounty’s mouth to prevent him from screaming as Mando pulled him off Tee and cuffed the squirming boy’s hands behind him.

Mando spun him round so he was facing the visor, ‘touch her again and I’ll cut off both of your arms’ he growled.

The Twi’lek whimpered but his drunk brain prevented him from attempting to escape.

‘You okay?’ Mando looked over the snivelling bounty at Tee.

She nodded and readjusted her belt, ‘lets go’.

Mando threw the Twi’lek over his shoulder in one fluid motion and the three of them ducked around the street corners as quickly as they could. Who knew how long it would be before the bounty’s friends began to worry.

The quarry began to cry as they arrived back at the ship port. Mando tossed Tee a pouch of credits before activating the ramp to the Razor Crest from his vambrace, ‘go pay for the dock, then come straight back’.

Tee nodded again as she watched him carry the now loudly sobbing bounty up into the depths of the hull. She had watched Mando carbon freeze a bounty a few times and if she was totally honest, it made her feel deeply uncomfortable. The horrifying expressions of the bounties was enough to turn her stomach, but not knowing whether they would be dead or alive when they were unfrozen was too much for her. She was grateful to Mando for not making her watch.

She paid the dock supervisor and slowly made her way back to the Crest. She couldn’t hear any crashing or screaming from inside so it was probably safe to board.

She tentatively made her way into the hull, deliberately avoiding looking towards the carbonite racks at the back. There was an eerie silence hanging in the hull knowing the weeping Twi'lek was now just a frozen lump of carbonite.

Tee closed the hull ramp and climbed up to the cockpit. Mando spun round in the pilot’s chair as soon as he heard her footsteps. He leant forward, elbows resting on his knees as Tee slumped down in her chair with a sigh.

‘You were amazing, Tee, quick thinking and so smooth!’ He was quick to praise and actually sounded impressed.

Tee let out an exhausted smile, ‘any excuse to break out my moves’ she leant forward and leant on her knees, her face close to his.

‘Are you okay, though?' Mando reached his hand out and cupped her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb in circles over her soft skin.

She closed her eyes and nodded, enjoying that he had learned that she found touch comforting, ‘I’m fine, actually that was quite good fun… well, the bit where you came and caught him anyway’.

Mando laughed then fell silent, his eyes raking over her body from behind the visor, remembering the way the Twi’lek’s filthy little hands snaked over her hips and across her shoulders. He didn’t deserve to be so close to Tee.

He sighed, 'Tee don't ever feel like you need to do something like that again, okay? I will never ever ask you to put yourself in harms way for a job, don't just brush this off as "this is how it is"' he made the quotation marks in the air with his fingers and earned a giggle from Tee.

‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Mando’s voice was soft and laced with concern.

Tee nodded, ‘I’m fine. It’s not the first time someone has gotten too handsy, you get used to it working in an all male environment’.

Mando’s heart lurched at the idea of his co-pilot having to deal with that kind of behaviour all the time, horrified at the idea of her small frame being pushed around and touched without her permission. In that moment he decided he would do anything to protect her from that.

'I'm serious, Tee, never put yourself in bad situations for me, ever' he brought his hand back to her face and tucked a wayward strand of her behind her ear then gently cupped her chin to force her to look directly at him.

'I promise' she murmured it softly but it sounded sincere, 'but I knew I was safe, I knew you'd come and get me'.

‘I’ll always come and get you' his sentiment was so genuine he almost caught himself unaware, but her grin put him at ease, he hadn’t over stepped.

Mando sat back in his chair and let out a sigh, 'So I guess you’ve proven your skills as my assistant then’.

‘Assistant?’ Tee snorted also leaning back in her chair, legs crossed and arms out on the arm rests, 'I saved your ass on this one! If anything you were my assistant’.

She earned a proper laugh from Mando who had no choice but to admit that he had underestimated this one. Sure he would have still got the guy, but it probably would've wound up in a fire fight that required several days recovery on his part.

‘Next time we go on a hunt, I’ll be sure to have your back’ she winked at him playfully.

‘Next time?’ Mando laughed, ‘so you’re not going back to Jakku then?’

Tee smirked, ‘no one goes to Jakku on purpose, Mando’.

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britishboystm · 4 years

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Boy in the Basement Pt. III

Warnings: swearing, evidence of drug use

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It was strange to see him in such a different state. His skin was now a much more proper peach with a hint of rose in his cheeks, rather than the sickly gray from the first time you saw him. His eyes were no longer closed, showing off the brightest blue you had ever seen. Dark circles sat under his eyes, probably from recovering in the hospital and the lack of sleep. His lips were also chapped and cracked, a bit of a split lip from the lack of moisture. You didn't mind though.

He looked down at his feet before giving you a quick glance. It seemed almost out of embarrassment, like he assumed your dad had given you the full story of what had happened. Oh how you knew so much more than just a retelling from your dad. A small part of you wanted to jump into his arms and hug him, tell him how glad you were to see him alive and somewhat better. You refrained however, not wanting to freak him out or draw attention to yourself knowing what you knew.

“I’m Y/N.” You said finally, giving a small wave.

“This is the boy from that house on Bourne. Remember?’ Your dad asked.

“Oh right. How are you feeling?”. A super impersonal question but the right route to take considering the circumstances. You guys had technically just met for the first time and you wanted to treat it as such. A natural progression. There was no need to jump into the deep end so soon. You didn’t even know why he was here.

“Chris will be staying the night.” Your dad interjected, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Where were his parents? Weren’t they going to come get him once he was released from the hospital? Things didn’t seem right but of course they weren’t when they found him face down in the basement of a crack house, so you decided not to pry.

“That sounds great.” You say smiling towards him, giving as much warmth and comfort with your tone as humanly possible. This kid had been through hell and back. It was the least you could do. There was a silence amongst the four of you until your mum spoke up,

“Y/N, why don’t you show Chris where he will be sleeping.” You nod and direct him to follow you back up the staircase. You look back to see him staring at you. He quickly diverts his gaze the moment you catch him. He was honestly kind of cute, but that wasn’t the point of all this. He needed a place to crash, then he would be on his way.

It took you a second to ready yourself. It had been a while since you had been in James’s room. Your parents ended up not getting rid of any of his stuff. Almost as though they were hoping one day he would walk through the front door and yell out goodnight before crashing without taking his day clothes off like he used to.

At first your dad wanted to dump everything. Forgive and forget what had happened. Your mom on the other hand had the exact opposite response, wanting to leave everything immaculate and untouched. She would go in sometimes to feather up all the dust that had collected on the shelves due to the absence of a human soul. Your father avoided that door like it was possessed.

“You ok?” You heard Chris ask lightly behind you, as though not to overstep a boundary that, to you, didn't exist. It was the first time he had ever spoken. Now you wish he would do it again. You looked over your shoulder and gave him a small smile before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Anyways here is where you will be sleeping.” You stood to the side as he walked in, slightly in awe. Had this kid never seen a bedroom before?

“This is really cool.” It was his turn to look back at you with a slight blush. With a pack hanging off his shoulder and gripped in his right hand he walked further into the room, scoping out the rest of it. He dropped his pack on the floor and gently sat down at the foot of the bed. You didn’t really know what to do now.

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in, dinner will be ready in about 5.”

“Thanks.” he stared down at the bedding, grazing his hands over it. You could tell something was up with him. He seemed so lost and afraid. You wondered what his story was.

“No problem.”

You walked out of the room, and headed back downstairs where your parents were setting up the table.

“So are you going to explain to me what that's all about?” You were no longer thinking about ignoring your dad. This whole crazy situation was above it. He placed the salad at the centre of the dinner table and walked around you to get the dressing from the fridge.

“He’s in foster care. We were able to find the foster home he lived in and the conditions were subpar. We wanted to transfer him into a more adequate residence but it’s going to take awhile. Your mother and I have decided to let him stay with us until a more fit home can take him in.” You were shocked to hear this new information.

Because of your middle class status, it was hard for you to grasp the concept of foster care. How a kid could be moved around so much. The idea that a parent could just give up their child and leave never looking back. It broke your heart. But of course everyone had their reasons for doing so. Any kid who lived in those conditions went to Churchill school on the east side of Reading, Your school being on the west side. So it made sense why you had never seen Chris before Friday.

“I’ve been visiting him since Friday for a few hours each day so he should be fine here. He trusts me” You just nod, not really knowing what to say. You were still trying to absorb everything your dad was telling you.

You placed a pitcher of water on the table and sat at your usual spot.

“Did you know about this?” You looked at your mom with a ting of hurt. Once again, you were left out of the loop.

“He may have mentioned it a couple times.” her voice was small. You looked down at your lap.

“So, he’s probably going to be here more than just a night then.” You were making a statement rather than asking a question.

“We will take it day by day.” Says your dad avoiding eye contact, knowing he messed up by not telling you. This meant yes, this kid would be living with you until he was put into a new home. The whole family looks up to the stairs as Chris finally makes an appearance, clearly feeling awkward with having all of your guys’ eyes on him.

“Chris!” Your mum beams to the slightly scared boy.

“Come join us, dinner is hot and ready to eat.” He hesitantly walks over to the table and takes a seat across from you. The low lighting above the table really gave him a nice warm glow. You couldn’t help but stare, until you diverted your look to the oncoming bowl of tossed salad coming your way.

He seemed so closed off, and was clearly not used to being treated so well.

“So Chris, tell me a bit about yourself.” Your mum tries her best to get him talking but he’s too busy stuffing her pasta in his mouth. Wasn’t fed well.

“I’m from Reading. I go to Churchill school and I’m in year 10.” He then went back to twirling his fork into his meal. Simple answer. Your mum was clearly looking for a more in-depth response. Maybe she thought he would tell her why he ended up almost dead in that house on Bourne Avenue. No luck. He probably wouldn't budge. At least not right now. The wound was still too fresh.

The rest of dinner was somewhat quiet other than the small talk your parents shared which involved your dad's day patrolling the town and your mum’s day in an office cubicle. The usual mundane stuff. You couldn't help but steal glances with Chris as you both picked at your pasta. He was already on his second plate. It was quite cliche but every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks and ears were hot and you were being a lot more careful, trying to eat nicely by keeping your mouth closed. You didn’t want to look like a slob in front of him. Not that he would care.

“Y/N, why don’t you and Chris go out in the back so your mother and I can discuss some things.” You took the hint, knowing what he was meaning so you got up and led Chris to the backyard. They were probably going to discuss what was going to happen until he would get sent to another home. Hanging from the large oak tree were a couple swings. One for you and one for James.

You both sat as the sun set. It was quite nice but there was also a sense of sadness. The last time you sat out here with someone was with your brother. You both gently rocked back and forth, not needing to say anything to one another. It was peaceful. Oh fuck it.

“I saw you that day. In the basement of that house.” He looked up at you, words caught in his throat. He pursed her lips and bowed his head in what looked like shame.

‘My dad wouldn’t let me visit you in the hospital.”

“You wanted to visit me?” His eyes brightened up, almost with hope and excitement as he looked up at you.

“He said your condition was something no young girl should see” You said it with a hint of venom. Still angry about being kept in the dark.

“I was really worried.” You continued.

“You didn’t even know me.”

“True, but you seemed so helpless. I just felt like helping you.”

“Well thanks, I guess.” He wasn’t used to this.

You lightly punched his arm, not really knowing what actions were appropriate. He lightly chuckles and lifts his arms to grab onto the ropes holding the swing in place. It was bit dark so you didn’t know if what you were seeing was real but you noticed tiny holes littering his forearm, bruised and fresh still. Those weren't from being in the hospital.

Your smile faded and so did his as he noticed your eyes on his skin. He quickly pushed the sleeves of his sweater over his arms.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry ‘bout it alright” He muttered. He swiftly got up and shoved his hand in his pockets, giving you one last glance before disappearing back into the house.

“Good night.” You mumbled to yourself.

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 4 years

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I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

Rating: M

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 4964

Summary: Simon is on a blind date, but there’s this guy who keeps catching his attention. Based on “I’m going to save you from this bad date” request from @krisrix and “I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor” by Arctic Monkeys.

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AN: Hello, I am back after a reluctant prolonged absence. My health has been in the shitter. Bad headaches, little sleep, and low energy all suck. This is M rated to be safe but there isn’t really anything explicit, just implied sex and a lot of horniness lol. Hopefully you all like it :D (Edit for Tumblr: something fucked up and deleted the read more break. I'm on my phone rn but I'll fix it when I get home. Sorry!)

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Simon

“This is a terrible idea,” I say again.

“It is not,” Penny replies, plucking lint off my shirt. “My friend says she’s really sweet and you two might get along.”

“And that matters because…?”

“Because you can’t stay cooped up at home. Time for you to go out and meet the world.” I blow air between my lips. “Don’t do your horse impression in front of her.”

I narrow my eyes. “Is setting me up on a blind date a way to vicariously fix your romantic life by fixing mine?”

“No, Mr. I Took One Psych Course.” I keep glaring at her. Penny’s shoulders fall slightly. “Okay, maybe. But I also think you two might be a good fit. So at least give it a shot, alright?”

I sigh heavily, shoving my hands in my pockets. “One drink.”

She grins brightly. “Awesome. I’ll be waiting back at the flat. Don’t stay too late.”

“I won’t. Bye, Pen.”

“Bye, Si.” She presses a kiss to my cheek then walks off smiling.

The second she’s out of sight, I slump forward with a groan. I don’t think she heard the resignation in my voice. Honestly, I really don’t want to do this. But I’m doing this for Penny, because she’s sad and I love her.

Ever since Micah broke up with her (arsehole), Penny has put the excess energy she used to waste on him into other things, including me. Guess if she can’t have a partner, she wants me to have one. Sure, I wouldn’t mind being with someone, it just hasn’t been a priority between uni and my mental health. Both are still not really great. I should be studying or something, but Pen says one night away won’t kill my GPA. She’s rarely ever wrong, hope she isn’t now. Hope this isn’t a total disaster…

I walk up to the nightclub door. It’s neon purple with a burly man at the entrance. I gulp down the lump in my throat. God, why am I so nervous? It’s just a date. This won’t kill me. I can do this. I won’t burst into flames no matter how much it feels like I will any fucking moment.

The burly man looks at me, the weirdo just standing six feet away from the door. “You going in or what, kid?”

I nod furiously. “Yeah, yeah, I am.”

He holds out his hand. “Fifteen pounds, please.”

My eyes bug out. I expect him to start laughing, but he stays stone faced. “Fifteen bloody quid?! Are you kidding me?!”

“Nope. Pay up or leave.”

I growl and pull out my wallet. I slap the bills in his hand. “Fucking rip off.”

“I don’t make the rules, mate.” He puts the money in his back pocket and lifts the black velvet rope. “Welcome to Club Violet.”

“Thanks,” I grumble. Fifteen fucking quid. What am I, the Queen?

Club Violet absolutely lives up to its name. The whole place is different shades of glowing purple. It’s like if Queen Victoria opened a royal dance club. People shake and jump in a huge sweaty clump on the main dance floor while techno pop blares around us. It’s actually a pretty good song. Wish it wasn’t so loud though. There’s metal stairs with a chrome railing leading to the upper level. I check my texts again. Okay, so she’ll be at the upper bar, wearing a shiny pink dress. Cool, cool, I can find her.

I push through some giggling dancers and a couple snogging against the wall to get to the stairs. The top level is less crowded, mostly just people talking with their heads very close together. They’re smiling, giggling, kissing. They look happy. My heart aches a bit. Huh, I actually miss that, more than I thought than I did. This might not be such a bad idea.

The bar is nestled at the back of the floor. Bartenders in posh black shirts and vests shake those silver shakers I’ve seen in Bond movies. And at the front of the bar, stirring a margarita is a blonde woman in a bright pink, sparkly dress. Okay, deep breath, you can do this.

I walk towards her, head held high. I stand next to her. She has a pretty face and golden brown eyes. Let’s hope this goes well.

“Uh, hi,” I say with only a little nervous hitch. “Agatha, right?”

She turns her head. Her mouth pulls up slightly. Not a smile, but almost, I guess. “Yeah. And you’re Simon?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

We stand in awkward silence for awhile. My body and mouth feel utterly paralyzed with unsureness. She seems just as confused. Guess it’s been a very long time for both of us. I stumble forward onto a cushy violet stool.

“You wanna drink?” I ask.

Agatha holds up her barely empty margarita. “I think I’ll finish this one first, thank you.”

My cheeks heat up. I hope they’re not visible under the lowlight. “Uh, y-yeah, makes sense. I guess I’ll get one just for me then…”

I wave at the bartender. They walk over with an extremely fake customer service smile. “How may I help you?”

“Can I get a…um…” I look at the drinks menu. It’s filled with weird punny names with liquors I don’t know. It makes my head hurt. I slap the menu down on the counter. “Pint of Guinness, please?”

“Sure, coming up,” they say and walk off.

I turn to Agatha with a sheepish smile. “I like to keep things simple.”

“I can see that.” She takes a sip of her margarita. Her lipstick is a nice shade of soft pink. She has good taste in makeup at least.

“So, um, Pen mentioned you were in third year at University of London. What program are you doing?”

“Veterinary medicine at the royal college.”

“Oh wow, that’s cool. You wanna be a vet?”

She nods, swirling the drink in her hand. A small smile plays on her mouth for the first time. “Yeah. I hope to take care of horses.”

A small shiver runs down my spine. “Wow, um…sounds interesting.”

Her head tilts to the side in confusion. “Something wrong?”

“No, no. It sounds amazing. I just don’t have a good history with horses.” Her eyebrows pull together. “A police horse nearly trampled me when I was seven. Been a bit jittery around them ever since.”

Agatha nods thoughtfully. “Hm, I see. You probably did something to provoke the horse though, they don’t hurt people for no reason.”

My cheeks heat up, but from embarrassment unfortunately. “Oh…you’d know better than me I guess…”

Agatha takes a long sip of her drink in lieu of words. My pint of Guinness arrives on time. I take two big gulps, reveling in the distracting burn. I try to look literally anywhere else. There’s a neon purple flower on the wall. I see three people dancing together, smiling and laughing. I’m not usually a fan of dancing but they look like they’re having fun. I spot on a presumed couple sipping on the same fancy cocktail together. My eyes flick to Agatha. She’s staring straight ahead, totally uninterested in me. So y gaze keeps drifting, until it meets someone else’s. And I nearly choke on my beer.

Holy fucking shit, he’s staring at me. A gorgeous guy with reddish-gold skin, wavy black hair, and piercing grey eyes is looking right at me with a devilish smirk on his lips. He’s wearing very fitting black skinny jeans and a short sleeved dark shirt. Well, technically he’s wearing a shirt, but it’s unbuttoned all the way to his navel so I don’t know if it counts. His beautiful eyes wander over me again and again, smirk slowly growing. Why is he staring at me? What the hell makes me so interesting? Is it getting hotter in here?

“Simon?”

I snapped back to reality from the deep sea grey induced daze. “What?”

Agatha’s brow is all pulled together. I can’t tell if it’s out of confusion or concern. “Are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah, I-I’m fine.” I take another drink of my beer. “So, what else do you like?”

Agatha shrugs and goes back to looking at her drink. “I play lacrosse.”

“Yeah? Is that fun?”

“It is, until someone shoves you to the ground.”

I let out a small laugh. Agatha does the same, but quickly goes back to stirring her drink with a neutral expression. “What do you do? For fun, that is.”

“Um, some stuff…” I scratch my chin. This is harder than I thought. “I like gaming, fencing, baking, watching Dr. Who. That’s pretty much it.”

“Baking sounds fun.”

“Yeah it is!” I turn towards her with the brightest grin. “I’m learning this new technique for making scones. It makes a much lighter pastry, but it’s hard to get the same flavour, y’know? I’m trying to figure out how to compensate for that. I’ve been trying fresh ingredients, pure oils, lots of stuff. But really-”

I stop when I realise Agatha is looking at me with utter confusion. Right, not everyone understands baking science, or wants to know. I turn away from her and drink down the rest of my beer. It won’t help though. First year uni gave me quite a tolerance. I stare at the empty glass, swishing around the last bits of foam.

“So, how’s school going?” That’s a safe question, right?

“Oh it’s going fine.” Agatha replies. “There’s actually this one class I’m taking.”

She starts talking about her animal biology class. I try to listen, I really do, but my attention span is notoriously short. My eyes drift, and soon fall on raven hair.

The man isn’t staring at me anymore. He’s looking off to the side. I tilt my head slightly to the side. He’s talking to someone, a red haired man with a sly smile. They’re giggling and whispering together. My stomach feels weird. Must’ve had something bad for lunch. My eyes drag over him more carefully this time. He’s quite thin. Wait, no, not thin, lean. There’s strong muscles in his calves and upper arms, and his stomach looks very tight. I wonder how he got those. Football maybe? I could see that. Him running across the field at lightspeed, stealing the ball easily with his strong legs, flying across the field with ruthless grace. Part of me just really wants to see how he moves.

My eyes move back, only to meet Gorgeous Guy’s. Oh fuck, he’s looking right at me again. I can feel myself blush as I go rigid. His mouth pulls into that smirk again. It fits too perfectly on his sharp face, like he was designed to look so cocky and beautiful at the same time. My face feels so fucking hot right now. Damn clubs, no air conditioning.

“And that’s why you have to be very careful when treating young horses.” I refocus back on Agatha’s voice. She’s looking at me, gesturing with one and stirring the margarita with the other. I nod thoughtfully like I’m not an arsehole and I’ve been paying attention this whole time.

“That’s really cool, yeah,” I say. “You’re really into this stuff.”

“Of course, it’s my future career.”

My cheeks go redder. Between Agatha and Gorgeous Guy, I’m pretty much a tomato by now. “R-Right, course.”

We stare at each other. The awkwardness is so thick you could slice it in half. God, why am I so much worse at this than normal? My normal is pretty shit so that’s a real feat. There’s no flow or spark. I don’t think this is working at all. But I don’t know how to leave without being a total dickhead. What could I even say? “Sorry but I don’t find you interesting enough to keep talking to you, I have to go.” ’ Instead I’m silent as a statue and more awkward than a fourteen year old at a school dance.

Agatha is drinking down the last of her margherita. I look pointedly away from her. And my eyes happen drift back to the guy. He’s still with the ginger bloke. It’s hard to tell if they’re talking or dancing. Maybe it’s both. Gorgeous Guy’s thin lips are moving slowly. His hips are swaying slightly, the curves of his body showing well through the tight jeans. I’m fixated by the way he moves. It’s seamless and graceful yet so strong. He looks good dancing, even just a little. I wonder how he’d look if he was truly moving to the beat, swaying his lean body with purpose. He’s not looking at me this time. I kinda wish he would, honestly.

“I’m going to the toilet,” Agatha announces. She’s out of her seat and walking away before I can get a word out. Alright then.

I look at my glass, rolling the remaining foam back and forth. My mind is being way too chaotic for me to think straight, so I’m trying not to think at all. I just watch the white bubbles, back and forth, back and forth, just like that guy’s hips. I wonder-

“Hello,” a smooth voice says to my right. “How are you?”

I turn my head and nearly choke on my own tongue. It’s him. Gorgeous Guy. He’s standing right there, leaning against the bar with his hip cocked out, looking at me with that smirk and dazzling eyes. And I’m completely frozen.

“H-Hi,” I finally get out. “I’m, uh, fine. H-How are you?”

“I’m alright. May I ask you something?”

“Um, sure.”

“Are you on a date with the woman who just left?”

I scratch at my wrist, looking to the side in the vain hope he doesn’t see my blush. “Uh, sort of, I guess.”

The guy raises an eyebrow without moving any other part of his face. It’s very impressive. “Usually that’s a yes or no question.”

“Yeah, I know,” I chuckle awkwardly. “We’re supposed to be on a blind date, but I don’t think it’s going well.”

“Hm, yes, I assumed that when you kept staring at me over her shoulder.”

As if I wasn’t a tomato face before. I think my flush has reached the bottom of my neck. My mouth opens and closes like a stranded fish. His smirk only becomes more smug, and I find it so annoyingly attractive.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “I’m sorry, that was rude a-and objectifying and I-”

“Did I say I disliked it? Remember, I made eyes at you first.” All the blood in my body rushes straight to my face. Gorgeous Guy leans closer. His long fingertips are nearly touching mine. “My name is Baz. What’s yours?”

“Simon.”

“Simon,” he echoes in his much, much sexier voice. “That’s a very pretty name.”

“T-Thanks. Your name is nice too.”

“Thank you.” Baz’s head tilts further to the side, showing off his long, graceful neck. “So, if your date is not going well, would you mind if I wanted to whisk you away from here?”

My eyes go wide and my heart starts beating double time. I’m not sure if it’s from the fear or the thrill of the idea. Do I really want that? When I look at Baz, all of him, I do. But could I do that to Agatha? Just because I’m not attracted to her doesn’t mean I should ditch her.

“Um, I-I do,” I say, “but I gotta go do something first. Wait here, please? I promise I’ll be back in a minute.”

Baz blinks rapidly. He looks like a very confused deer in the headlights.“Alright…”

With only a little fear, I reach forward and put my hand over his. He inhales sharply, and I swear, even in the lowlight, I see a blush on his face. “I just need to tell her I’m cutting the date short. I don’t wanna be a total arsehole. One minute and I’m all yours, I promise.”

That smirk comes back, but there’s something softer in his eyes. Less dagger like, more a pretty cloud on an overcast day. “Alright. One minute, I’ll hold you to that.”

I grin brightly. “Awesome.”

I squeeze his hand, and surprisingly, he squeezes back. I take one last look at him before dashing off like a madman.

I’m very lucky that in a dark club like this, the toilet signs have to be very bright to see. The woman’s toilet is on the far left of the upper deck. Not too far, but there’s a crowd of people between me and my destination. I push through the other night club goers, some wobbling, most swearing at me. Unfortunately I can’t explain to them that I need to tell my blind date that our date has to end so I can go hang out with an incredibly handsome man who for some reason is attracted to me. I’m not sure I could explain this to anyone and sound sane. I don’t care. Baz is waiting for me back at the bar. I’ll push through every one of these people to get back to him.

When I reach the toilet, I immediately spot a pink dress near the wall. Agatha is bent over her phone, blue light illuminating her pensive face. She’s typing really fast. I speed walk like a bloody madman.

“Agatha!” I call out. Her head snaps up.

“Oh, Simon,” she says, sounding far more shocked than I thought she would be.

“Hey, hey, sorry for barging up. Just, uh, we need to talk.”

“Okay…”

I scratch the back of my neck like some awkward teenager. “Um, look, I’m sorry I’m being an arsehole. You’re nice and very pretty, but I don’t think this date is working out. We’re just not…clicking, I guess. Which sucks but it’s alright. I-I just hope we can still be friends…”

Agatha blinks a few times at me. I wait for her to storm off or yell or something. Instead, she just smiles softly and nods. “Alright, yeah. I agree. I don’t think we’re a good fit as a couple.”

All of the tension drains from my body. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. I think you’re nice too, but it’s not going to work out. Maybe friends could better.”

“Yeah, yeah definitely. Wanna get coffee sometime? As friends?”

“I’d like that.” Her phone buzzes. She looks down and sighs. “I have to go. My friend Minty is here to pick me up.”

“Oh, okay.” The gears start turning in my head, and my eyebrows pull together. “Wait, were you just going to leave?”

Agatha looks down, probably to hide the embarrassed expression on her face. “Honestly, yeah. I didn’t want to make things awkward. I’m not good at saying goodbye to people…”

I’ll admit, it hurts a bit. But I also get it. I hated saying anything as a kid, especially something awkward. And I don’t think it’s my place to berate her right now. I nod slowly. “Alright. Well, hope you have a good rest of your night.”

“You too.” She goes towards the stairs. One step down though, she looks over her shoulder with a little smile on her lips. “Have fun with that bloke. He looks cute.”

Before I can answer, she’s off down the staircase. My face is going to get stuck blushing this much. After only a moment of shock though, I dash back in the direction of the bar. I’ve never been more nervous than I have been speed walking back there. But when I see Baz, with his hips against the bar, fiddling with his phone, I sigh in utter relief.

I take a deep breath, trying to hide just how out of breath and eager I am. Be cool, Simon, be cool. I walk towards with what I hope is a badass swaggering walk. Bloody hell, I hope I don’t look stupid. I really hope I don’t fuck this up.

“Hey,” I say, “I’m back.”

Baz’s head snaps up. I like the way his hair falls in a lazy wave, like a waterfall made from raven wings. (That poetry book Penny got me for Christmas has really expanded my metaphors, wow.) That softer, nicer smirk comes back. I love it more than the arrogant one, actually.

“One minute and thirty eight seconds,” he replies in a playful tone. “You’re late.”

I chuckle and rub my neck. “Sorry. There’s a lot of people here.”

“I’m aware. I’ve been looking through them all night.” His fingertips touch mine, sending jolts up my entire arm. “Until you caught my eye like no else did.”

“Really?” My heart rate is going nuts. It’s not arrogant, well, not totally. Everyone’s a little vain, after all.

“Mhm.” His hand moves slowly up my arm, stopping just above my wrist. “Blue eyes, bronze curls, tawny skin with constellations of freckles and moles. You were like the sun in this dark nightclub. How could I not be entranced?”

“O-oh.” All words have fled my tongue. Baz’s sweet voice and words have melted my brain into pure mush.

Baz’s hand moves further. His thumb traces tiny, wonderful circles on my upper forearm. He’s got these slight calluses that I can’t get enough of. “You have no idea how much I wanted to come up and talk to you right away.”

I pout slightly. “Why didn’t you?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. I like the way his hair moves. “Because you were with someone, Simon. I didn’t notice her until after you started talking to her again. I wasn’t going to be that arse who stole someone’s date.”

“And yet you offered to whisk me away a few minutes ago.”

“Well,” he sighs, tracing patterns lazily on the inside of my elbow, “I tried to ignore you, I really did, but my eyes kept drifting to you. I didn’t think your date was going well but I still wasn’t going to intrude. I distracted myself instead.”

I frown deeply. “That redhead bloke.”

“Yes, Lamb. He approached me but I welcomed him.” His face becomes sly and devilish. The expression is eerily, like his face was made for scheming. “Were you jealous?”

I gulp down a large lump in my throat, unintentionally biting down on my bottom lip. From the way Baz watches my mouth I think he likes it quite a bit. “Maybe a little…”

“Mm, good to know.” Baz tilts his head, showing off that damn neck again. Is he doing that on purpose? “I’ll admit I was jealous. I desperately wished to be in your date’s place. When I glanced over a few times, I saw things may not have been going well. So when she left…”

“You jumped at the chance?”

“Precisely.”

I grin ear to ear. It’s strange to think I’d be so wanted by someone that they’d wait to talk to me, but I don’t dislike it. Especially when they’re as pretty as Baz. I move forward this time, touching his forearm. His hands may be rough, but the rest of his skin is impossibly soft.

“I’m glad you did,” I say quietly. “I’m glad I got to meet you.”

Baz smiles too. It’s not arrogant, but genuinely happy and bright. “Me too. I thought you were gorgeous, but now I also know that you’re the kind of guy to make sure he says goodbye to his blind date, even when it didn’t work out. Who knew the gorgeous man would turn out to be kind too?”

Once again, I am lost for words. I mean, what do you say to that? Glad you noticed? Arrogant. You too? Weird. Thank you? I guess, still feels awkward. It seems me gaping mouth is good enough for Baz, because he’s still smiling. He brings up his other hand and traces his rough thumb on my chin, just under my bottom lip. Dear Lord, I really want him to move it a little bit up.

“So I’m wondering,” he drawls, “if you would be so kind as to do something for me.”

“What?” I almost say “anything,” but that’s just a little too desperate.

“Would you please follow me downstairs? Because ever since I saw you, I’ve thought about how lovely you would look on the dance floor.”

Is my brain dribbling out my ears? Because it bloody well feels like it. Baz’s skin may be cold but he’s burning me to a crisp. And I really don’t mind.

“I-I can’t dance,” I whisper. I want him to know what a mess he’s getting into when he’s with me.

“No matter.” His thumb actually touches my lip. A harsh, beautiful shudder moves through my spine. “I bet you’ll still look gorgeous.” He tugs on my wrist with his other hand. “Shall we?”

All I can do is nod. Baz grins devilishly. He slowly weaves our fingers together one by one. Every touch threatens to make me burst into flames. “Then let’s go.”

Baz pulls me forward, and I happily trail behind him. We zig zag through all the sweaty people and soar down the spiral stairs. There’s some sort of techno remix of an eighties song. The singer keeps singing about a girl named Rio. (Weird name, but I don’t think I can talk much considering my last name is Snow.) Baz pulls us deep into the throng of dancing people. He finds us a small space in the middle of all of it. At first I think it’s too small, but when Baz presses almost his entire body against me, I quickly get the point. He puts his arms around my waist. I’m completely frozen.

“I still don’t know how to dance,” I shout in his ear.

Baz leans forward. His hot breath caresses my skin. “Put your arms on my shoulders, then follow me. It’s really easy. You just have to sway.”

I gulp and nod. I place my hands on his shoulders. They’re a bit boney but very nice. Baz slowly starts moving side to side. His hips move absolutely beautifully. He has perfect rhythm. He slowly sways to the thumping bass of the song while holding onto me tight, pressing us together so close. I can feel every part of him against every part of me. My eyes are glued to my hands on his shoulders. I’m pretty sure my entire fucking body is blushing now.

“You can move too,” Baz says. “Just follow me.”

I nod, even though I’m still unsure. I look down at his hips (holy fuck he’s hot) and try to copy him. Slowly, I move side to side, following him as best I can. I’m not as smooth and graceful as him of course. Baz helps, silently guiding me with his hands. We start moving in near perfect sync. And it feels absolutely amazing. Holy shit, is this grinding? I’ve never done it before, so if this is it, it’s bloody great.

My chest feels tight and breath is short, but in a good way. The fear and nerves are fading bit by bit. Slowly, I finally look away from my hand. I look at Baz’s face, and god, why haven’t I been looking at him the whole time? He looks even more gorgeous. The strobe lights perfectly illuminate the deep angles of his face. His hair falls in his face in a beautiful lazy wave. His eyes are absolutely dazzling, and they’re completely focused on me. He looks so good, somehow even better than before. My gaze flicks down to Baz’s lips. They’re hanging slightly open. The violet lights catch on them again and again. I can’t stop looking, and I don’t really want to.

I look up again, meeting Baz’s beautiful eyes. He’s looking down as well at my mouth. God, I want him to be thinking the same thing I am. My arms quickly wrap around his neck, fingers pressing into his soft skin. Baz inhales sharply. For a second I worry he’s going to shove me away. But instead, I feel him pull my waist even closer, fingers digging into my back through my t-shirt. Our faces are inches apart, moving closer without us even realising it. My nose touches his, just barely. We’re breathing the same air. Maybe, just maybe…. Oh, fuck it.

I lean forward and press my mouth to Baz’s.

It takes less than a second for Baz to kiss me back. There’s zero pretense or nervousness. We move our lips fervently, mutual desire completely obvious. Baz sticks his tongue down my throat at the same time I tug harshly on his hair. Thank god the music is too loud for anyone to hear our groans. He bites down on my bottom lip and I feel like I’m fucking melting and exploding and dying. I kiss him like it’s a fight, and he doesn’t give an inch. We match so well. It’s perfect. He’s perfect. God, I’m drowning in him, but I don’t want to come up for air.

Baz eventually, sadly, pulls away. He keeps his face close to mine. I study all the different colours in his eyes. I could do that forever.

“Want to get out of here?” he says. “I think I’d like to see you somewhere other than the dance floor now.”

I nod immediately. “Yeah, definitely, let’s go.”

Baz grins. It’s a mix between devilish charm and genuine giddy excitement. He grabs my hand, then we push through the throngs of people even faster than before. I can’t stop grinning for even a second.

We hop in a cab heading towards Canary Wharf. Baz takes me up to his flat, pins me down on his king sized bed, and proves once again that he is incredible with his hips.

All in all, a fantastic night.

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AN: Needless to say, a spring in Baz’s mattress breaks. Hope you liked it! Simon was a bit of an ass, yeah, but imo so is Agatha. In my mind they meet up later and talk properly without pressure to date awkwardness and they become really good friends. In the end they’re both happy. I liked writing this because I love the prompt and I love the song. Arctic Monkeys fucking rule. Hopefully my next fic will be out soon. Have a good day!

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #penelope bunce #agatha wellbelove #pining #night club #first meetings #simon is distracted by baz as usual #mysnowbazfic

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Kelsey in Liberia: 1 Year Later!

So, it has officially been a year since I arrived in Liberia and let me tell you, it's been on crazy ride so far! I live in a small town in the Westernmost County of the country, where I teach 9th grade English and 10th and 11th grade Chemistry. I really do enjoying coming into class and teaching my students, all of whom are eager to learn. Some of my brightest students amaze me everyday with how hard they work and how much they have learned so far. It feels really good to see my students’ growth and to also see my own growth as an educator. I've definitely gotten better at it since model school in PST.

Top: A few of my students after winning a game in our after-school health club

Bottom: Students from various grades participating in a Malaria Awareness Art Contest!

A lot has changed for me since I came here. Heck, a lot has changed for me since I came here to my site. I often think of my first few days at site: those were pretty hard. I slept in my bug hut for a few days while I figured out how to hang my bugnet (a must if you want to avoid malaria… and also, spiders). My house had no current, so night time left the space beyond my bedroom door a yawning chasm that could leave one’s imagination to run wild in the wrong sort of way (still ready for an aerosol can flamethrower to use on slenderman or pyramid head or whatever weirdness my mind was conjuring up at the time xD). But I look back on those first few days and now I see how much I've made my house a home. It's comfortable and a nice little home for just me and my dog.

Oh and back in October, I adopted a dog in my town. Her name is Tell the People (a very Liberian dog name. I can now say it in both English and my town’s tribal language, Vai). She's an energetic little pup who's come a long way from the bony little thing she was when I first got her. And she's super adorable, as you can see!

Overall, I've made a home here. My house is comfortable and very nicely decorated. The volunteers before me left some really beautiful murals on the walls that I intend to add to in time and I even painted one of my bookshelves here a very nice sky blue! All my books and knicknacks are proudly displayed there. My kitchen is fully stocked (I drink hot cocoa and hot tea with lime A LOT more than you would expect in a place like Liberia… honestly, you get used to the heat). I've watched a ton of movies and shows in my living room, my guest room, and on my bed since coming here, and I've even shared a few movies with the kids here (we have porch side viewings on occasion). I’ve got solar current and lights in my house… I've made it home!

I've even found family here! I have my Ma here, who does so much for me in the everyday work of being here: from helping me with cooking to taking care of my dog when I'm away, she is amazing! On my birthday, which was exactly a week ago today, we made chocolate cupcakes from a cake mix I bought at the supermarket and had a great time dancing and eating cake. It was a truly awesome birthday. Not only do I have my Ma, I have my sisters, her daughters. They're also amazingly helpful and also great to talk to and sit small with in those slow hours I find myself having more of than you'd believe. I've also got my neighbor girls, Sallymatu and Zoe. They hang out with me, help me draw water and have even been teaching me how to cook Liberian food. I found a home, and I've found a family out here and those can be pretty amazing things to find so far away from where you started.

Sallymatu teaching me to make Peppeh (pepper) soup.

My Ma, my sisters, and myself on my birthday!

I've also been working a bunch in my community. Right now, I am currently working on a bug net distribution for my community. At the moment, we’re waiting for the nets and they're on their way! I'm looking forward to a great day of distributing nets and focusing on Malaria Education and prevention (sidenote: I'm also on Peace Corps Liberia's Malaria Committee, which focuses on Malaria Education projects for Volunteers to do). I also started a health club with the students at my school. We've done lessons on Malaria prevention (of course), sexual reproductive health and family planning, consent, and taking care of yourself when you're sick. I've got more to come in the future there too!

I've also been working on a Literacy project with the children in my community. After school, I teach the children on my porch the basics of reading and phonics with my friend and counterpart, William. We work together on teaching the kids phonics and reading and read them stories. It's a lot of fun for me!

Me and my counterpart, William at a Literacy Training workshop

And those are just current projects! I've got some others in the works: Book club, menstrual health workshops, GLOW camp with some of my co-volunteers, and much much more! Hopefully, on my next post (which probably won't be for awhile… bad data/Internet, though you can always shoot me an email or whatsapp message if you've got those handy), I'll be able to tell you about it.

It's been a crazy ride since I came out here. Not all of its perfect. Trying to get home from Monrovia is always a pain (let me tell you some time about the time it took me 11 hours round trip to get home when it should normally take no more than 7 hours round trip… yikes), and there are some things here that just can grate on you sometimes (like the atms being out 9 times out of 10, or that way some people will talk to you like you just popped here yesterday and have no idea how Liberia works), but honestly, for every one bad experience I have, I have at least 10 good experiences (like the time I was having a bad day and felt better after making some people in my town laugh at a lame joke or the time a taxi driver realized I forgot my groceries and got a motorbike driver to get them to my town safely). It's been crazy and unlike anything I could've pictured a year ago… and I wouldn't have it any other way! I’ve found a home, a family, and work I greatly enjoy doing out here. I’ve become more at peace with myself. More confident and much, much happier. I’ve learned so many things and I've still got a lot to learn in the future and I can't wait for all of it!

So, stay tuned for more on my PC life in Liberia! Love to all my friends and family!!!

#Peace Corps #Peace Corps Liberia #PC #How I See PC #Education #learned a lot #PCV #1 year here #can't believe it's already been a year #lots of love #Liberia #personal

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afterglow-prompts · 6 years

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a hundred dialogue prompts

hey all! awhile ago i decided that for every 25 sets put out, i’ll be doing mass prompts! i hope you enjoy this. i have each original prompt list linked in each number for your convenience. also, i’ll link the other ones below this note as soon as i put them out! thank you all so much!

this is going to be long lol, all prompts under the cut

fifty otp prompts

“That was my sarcastic voice.” “That sounded a lot like your normal voice.” “So I’ve heard.”

“I’m going to lose my last shred of sanity.” “You can’t lose what you don’t have.”

“I can’t tell if they’re enemies or lovers.” “Neither can I, but I can sure as hell say that they’re entertaining.”

“I’m going to need you to put on pants before we do anything else.” “I am wearing pants!” “Male booty shorts in the dead of winter do not count as pants.”

“Do you want to know what you’re feeling right now?” “And what would that be?” “Absolute stupidity.”

“Even if I had a week, I couldn’t list all the reasons why this won’t work.”

“I’m going to need about six more cups of coffee before I lose the nerve to do this.”

“I may act like an angel, but I’m definitely not Cupid. Do you know why? First, I can hardly find a date for myself. Second, my butt only looks semi-fabulous in a diaper.”

“See, someone thinks I’m funny!” “Well statistically, someone has to.”

“Both of you have been glancing at each other for the past two fucking hours when the other isn’t looking. Will you please make out already!”

“I read a lot of fanfiction. Trust me, I know how this will turn out.”

“Don’t put money on me losing, you dipshit.”

“Stop fighting over her, we don’t have time for a love triangle right now!”

“I’m the world champion of laziness. I’d go and grab the fake belt my parents made as a joke, but it’s all the way upstairs.”

“Let me help you, I know you’re not that strong.” “I’m strong enough to carry your corpse into the woods, so I suggest you shut up.”

“People say I act like I don’t care. It’s not an act.”

“My feelings for you are like the colors of the night sky, blinding, beautiful, and seemingly endless.”

“I can’t tell them I’m writing the love notes, they’ll kill me!”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with them, it kind of just happened.”

“I’ll be yours until all the stars fall out of the sky.”

“Are you allergic to happiness?” “No, but I’m allergic to your stupidity.”

“You can’t lose weight by running away from your feelings.” “I can damn well try.”

“You should apologize.” “Fine. Unfuck you or whatever you want me to say.”

“I could hurt you if I wanted.” “So could a dedicated duck. You’re not special.”

“I’m here to save you, of course.” “Sorry to ruin your fantasy, but I don’t need to be saved.”

“My mood is currently screaming into oblivion.”

“Are you okay?” “No, next question.”

“You’re cute as hell.” “Coincidentally, that’s where I came from.”

“Why for the love of everything good and holy are you screaming like your ass is on fire?”

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

“This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!” “What about the time where-.” “Let’s not do this!”

“Sorry I hit you, my first instinct was to attack.” “You didn’t know it was me?” “Oh, I knew.”

“You need to lay off the caffeine.” “Do that and you might need to lay off your life because I will make it a living fucking hell.”

“You made me chocolate chip cookies? How thoughtful! You are the best person ev-. OH MY GOSH. THIS HAS RAISINS IN IT YOU ASSHOLE! YOU KNOW I HATE RAISINS GET BACK HERE.”

“There are 1,013,913 words in the English language, but I could never string them together to accurately enough to explain how much I want to hit you with a chair.”

“I love you dearly, but I am going to shove you into a trash can the first chance I get.” “Fair enough.”

#10

“If you take that cupcake, I will hit you with a chair. Repeatedly.” “Don’t do it. They’ve done it to me before.”

“Be polite.” “Go fuck yourself.”

“Sing this with me or I’ll kick your ass.”

“When every door around you is closed, kick one in with brute force.”

#11

“I dreamed about you last night.” “I’m just the pizza delivery guy. Please sign the receipt and let me leave.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘pick your battles’?” “Yes, and I pick all of them.”

“I will not hesitate to strangle you.” “Can you even reach my neck?”

“I hate you with every inch of my being!” “That’s not a lot of inches.”

#12

“For fuck’s sake, stop, stop talking about yourself like that! It makes me sick!” “Why? You don’t care!” “The fuck I don’t! I love you. Every single part of you.”

“Breathe for me, my darling. You have to breathe to live.”

“This unworthy heart of mine will always be yours, do not forget that.”

“A warrior without scars is either play-acting or very, very good.” “Who said I didn’t have scars?”

#13 (what is it with me and the terrible angst?)

“C’mon, they’re only a few scratches.” “You were in a car crash you insolent little shit!”

“I thought I lost you. Do you have any idea, even a minuscule one, on how much that hurt me?”

“Don’t you dare lie to me. Not about this.”

“Giving away love never hurt anyone.” “But if you give away too much, what is left for yourself?”

#14

“You are the human version of a migraine.”

“Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?” “It’s Monday.” “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?” “How tall are you?”

“I may be a mechanic, but I can’t fix stupid.”

#15

“Why do you have a picture of your dog on the top of your tree?” “Because he’s the brightest star ever.”

“It’s Christmas!” “Yeah, it’ll also be your death date unless you let me go back to sleep.”

“And you put a picture of Dwayne ‘the Rock’ Johnson in my stocking because?” “Because I couldn’t find any coal or other rocks so I put that in there instead.”

“Christmas is overrated.” “There’s the door, I think it’s time for you to go through it and leave.”

#16

“You really think you can beat me at Mario Kart? I have spent years studying the game and developing my skills. I spent hours upon hours training until my hands cramp. Even my TV is judging the amount of time I’ve spent playing, and you think you can beat me? Let’s fucking go.”

“Shut up? Shut up? I haven’t shut up for seventeen years and I’m not about to start now!”

“Um, did you tell me it was impossible to sing along with a guitar solo? Stand back. Your insurance doesn’t cover blown minds.”

“My songs are lost on you. You simply don’t know how to enjoy them.”

#17 (this is my most popular prompt list & it is full of the fluffiest prompts)

“Did you just kiss me?” “Was I not supposed to?” “I don’t know, but could you do it again?”

“I might be in love with you.” “That’s great to hear since I am in love with you.”

“I’ll be yours until all the stars fall out of the sky.”

“You missed. Your lips were supposed to touch mine, you dingbat.”

#18

“You’re really good at Mariokart.” “You say that like you’re surprised. It’s almost like I didn’t train for years to be the best.”

“I need to be twenty times hotter than I am right now.” “Twenty times zero is still zero.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being arrogant or ignorant.” “Both, probably.”

“Let’s not do this.” “What could go wrong? We’re all wearing helmets and the shopping cart is fully padded!”

#19

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.” “Well if I didn’t have sarcasm, I’d have to flat out tell people that they’re an idiot. My mother raised me better than that.”

“It’s what’s on the inside that’s beautiful.” “Oh yeah, my intestines are blushing up a storm right now.”

“Why are you laughing at a picture of a potato?” “It reminded me of you.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult, you unimaginative dishrag?”

#20

“Get over here, being apart of the group means being apart of group hugs.”

“My pants may be down around my ankles, but judging by your blush, I look very attractive in my underwear.”

“I’m sorry for all the stuff I said.” “And the punch to the jaw?” “No, you definitely deserved that.”

“Bad things keep happening to me. It’s like I have bad luck or something.” “No, the reason you have bad luck is because you’re a dumbass.”

#21

“You have beautiful eyes.” “Thanks, I need them to see.”

“Fuck off, it’s three in the morning.”

“Definitely not my finest hour.” “Do you think?”

“We do not have time for theatrics, move your ass!”

#22

“I have updated my list of people I trust and things I believe to NO ONE and NOTHING.”

“Do you think I have anger issues?” “Well, I wouldn’t call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.”

“I’m sorry I called you stupid, I thought you already knew.”

“You said you wanted my honest opinion, and there you have it. You’re a dumbass.”

#23

“Don’t underestimate us.” “Our team motto is maybe we’ll get lucky this time.”

“What am I allergic to?” “Blueberries, roses, and the full spectrum of human emotions.”

“Don’t look at me, this isn’t my fault.” “But aren’t you the one who set the kitchen on fire?” “How was I supposed to know that a slim jim is flammable?”

“Fuck off.” “It’s always nice to feel wanted.”

#24

“As the saying goes in Shakespeare’s time, goest fucketh thyself.”

“I am sixty percent water, twenty percent mountain dew, twenty percent pizza, and one hundred percent swag.” “That’s two hundred percent.” “I’m twice the person you’ll ever be.”

“Go crawl up Satan’s ass.”

“I wish I was one of those people who thrives on the danger of leading a double life. You know, Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker, Hannah Montana.”

#25

“Why must you attack me with your words.” “Do you want me to use rocks?”

“On a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine and I’m the one you need.” “No, what the fuck, I’m a ten.”

“You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”

“It’s been a long week.” “It’s the middle of a Monday.” “As I said, it’s been a long week.”

#mass dialogue prompt batch #dialogue prompts

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the-canary · 5 years

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Wednesdays - L.T (3/10)

Summary: Only you had the balls to deal with his outrageous order on that day. You just didn’t know how bad it would get. (Barista!Reader/Lance Tucker).

A/N: things as coming together! i hope you are enjoying things for far.

Feedback is always appreciated

Thursdays are easily your favorite day of the week. It’s a day that you spend the whole day at your second job and a yelling group of excited young girls are easier to handle than angry, smug customers. Ballet had always been a big part of your life and you probably would have made a career out of it, but there were too many obstacles at hand as you grew and for a long time, something you loved was something that you despised because of a certain set of ideals and images that came with the “perfect ballerina.” It was only after your old teacher, Mrs. Carlton, contacted you that the old dance studio was closing that you came to somewhat decent terms with everything that had happened -- eventually, you helped in keeping it open and became a part time staff member.

“Miss, Miss,” some of the girls run to you in utter happiness to see you. Your class of ten girls circle around you, asking you a series of questions and telling you about their week as you try to keep up with all of them -- that’s when you see it, or them to be exact.

A dark-haired women in jeans and brown jacket holding the hand of a little girl wearing her own hair in pigtails with fluffy hair ties. She is wearing a black leotard like the other students, but with the puffiest and brightest pink tutu you have seen in awhile. You motion for the girls to start their warm-ups before going to meet your newest student.

“Hi,” you nod towards the woman returns it, before you leaning in a little to match the young girl’s height, “And why are you here today?”

“Dancing!” the girl declares as she lets go of her mother’s --you assume-- hand, her shy attitude quickly fades into excitement, “My uncle says I’ll be the best.”

“Well then, we better get started!”

“Yeah!”

The little girl, whose name you come to learn is Claire, is an easily excited student, though she still has a long way to go.

“We will move forward with your proposal. These are all members of the team that you will have at your disposal, though there will be off site assistants that you don’t need to be bothered by. “

Lance Tucker is over the moon after his meeting with the public relations team of his old agency and while he knows they are still cautious and through the contract he signed he knows they will be keeping him in a tight leash when it comes to certain things -- Katherine and his others students will have an easy connection to professional photo shoots and other social media that they might need should they make it big. With that and him by their side, they would be sure to have a better start than he did.

He heads back to his gym in higher spirits than he had left his apartment this morning and truly believes that he should get a little treat after all, thus he heads to his local Starbucks with a grin on his face. Blue eyes glance up to see a familiar colorful haired Micah and someone else, but her presence doesn’t seem to bother him as much as it had done the previous three weeks. You, and the tiny annoyance he felt because of Serena, which was waning each day, were insignificant today.

“What can I do for you today?” Micah smiles, as Lance remembers the other drink on his list to try out.

“Grande Skinny Vanilla Latte with Stevia,” he states, as she rings it up with a smile.

Lance heads to his usual place in the back where the wood table meets the glass window, as you watch him from your place behind the coffee machines and proceed to make his drink. The movement today a bit slower than usual, which allowed you to spend a little more time on the drink -- you would show him today, though you couldn’t help but wonder where he got all his orders from since people were usually constant with what they drank. Lance Tucker was a strange man, if you really thought about it.

“Grande Skinny Vanilla Latte with Stevia for Lance,” you yell out as the man, not really paying attention to you, as he comes over to your side of the counter and takes a sips. You tense up, wondering what he is going to think about it this time, but instead you are left gapping in surprise.

“Good latte, thanks,” it’s all he says before turning around and leaving the building. In the meanwhile, you are momentarily stunned with how exactly handsome the man could look with his bright blue eyes and pearly white teeth when he didn’t look like an utter douchebag. It’s a surprising and very scary thought, as you turn around to look at Micah.

“Did you fucking see that?” you exclaim, as Micah laughs.

It felt like a miracle and you had a skip to your step for the rest of your shift.

It’s another Wednesday down the drain, as your class session finishes for the night and you’re ready to head back your apartment, hopefully to eat some leftovers while trying to make sense of your notes while rewriting them -- it just helped to keep the stuff fresh in your mind. However, instead of immediately leaving the classroom like you always do -- the teacher stops you.

“Have you thought about what I told you about?” Professor Castro asks, as she smiles.

You see, Professor Castro worked with a public relations firm and on occasion had used real job assignments as homework. She made sure students were compensated for their time and some, you had heard, had even went on to work with her after graduation. You had caught her attention since you had started the program a year ago and while you help with some assignments here and there, you weren’t completely sure if this was something that you wanted to get into -- you had entered the business program for a different reason all together.

“I have been thinking about it,” you shrug, “But, I don’t think it might be my thing.”

“Just take this one assignment,” she pushes you a bit more while placing a folder on top of your books, “You have a real talent for campaigns and reading into what people want.”

Yeah, it’s called customer service, you can’t help but think sarcastically, as you nod and say you’ll look over their profile once more.

However, you don’t do so until Friday, in the morning when you finally have the chance to take a breather between working and studying, as you lay down on your bed and rummage through the folder...and that’s when you see it.

Tucker Gymnastics.

You didn’t really know if this was potentially a blessing or a curse.

#lance tucker #lance tucker fluff #lance tucker au #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #lance tucker fic #the bronze fanfiction #the bronze #fabiola trying to write #series: Wednesday

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oohfluffy · 5 years

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LMN Ch.1 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,318

✎ Chapter 1: Endings ✎

Fresh red petals fell from above as the box that carries his once brightest star, now gets buried several feet from below the ground, dimming its light as it gets farther down.

And she's gone.

His tears couldn't bring her back. His prayers wouldn't get answered despite his faithfulness. His heart wouldn't ever be fixed since the only one who can put every pieces of it is now gone.

He should've made every second worth it before she's out of his grasp.

He should've made sure she heard his 'I love you's a billion times before she closed her eyes into a deep sleep.

He should've made everything perfect that day when he asked her to be his girlfriend since he ended up ruining everything.

He was a jerk to her at first, he admits that.

But he truly loved her.

It was just too late before they both realized—

They can't be.

It was too late for regrets.

Only memories will remain.

But he knows he will always be the same.

Loving her will be his greatest achievement in life.

"SERIOUSLY, NOONA?!"

You almost jumped out of your seat, turning your swivel chair with a hand on your chest.

"I just fucking read the ending of your recent story! Did you seriously need to let her die?!"

"Watch your words, Yeol." You rolled your eyes as Chanyeol's legs gave up, looking at you with sorrowful eyes. You pushed your eyeglasses up as you stared at him. "Get out if you're just gonna rant about the ending of MY story." You turned your back on your younger brother and continued planning your next story.

You're an amateur writer, 25 years old, already wrote 3 best-selling books but unfortunately they're all—

"All of your books has sad endings! Don't you have a heart, noona?!"

You scratched the back of your neck as you can't concentrate with your work.

"Just go and study. You have classes tomorrow."

"Can you promise me one thing?"

Your eyebrows shot up as Chanyeol's pleading voice rang through your ears.

"What?"

"Please make a happy ending for your next story, noona. Please."

Chanyeol reads every book you publish, may it be online or the hardcopy one. You can say that he's your number one fan. Obviously, he's a book lover. He only started becoming one when you became a writer. Such a good dongsaeng he is, right?

You sighed.

This was the 4th time he's asking you for a happy ending.

"I told you, I can't—"

"Why though? Is it because you broke up with your boyfriend?"

"Yeol, you know that's not the reason behind our break-up."

You turned to him again, speaking with your eyes as you saw him pout in defeat. He stood up and walked towards you. You followed his movements and closed your eyes as he landed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore. Sorry for startling you earlier, noona. I was just carried away. You know how your stories affect me." You chuckled as Chanyeol hugged you like a kid to his mom. You patted his head with a smile. "I'll always be your number one fan, noona."

"Mmm. Please do." You hummed as you squeezed him tighter.

"Your heartbeat really calms me, noona."

"Perhaps because it might stop any minute—"

"Yah! That was—"

"Shush." You gently pulled him away, flicking his forehead as he stood up. "You have exams tomorrow, right? You should study not—"

"Ne, ne. I will, noona! If I get on the top 5 for this semester, you'll make a happy ending for your next story, okay?"

With your younger brother's big eyes, big ears, reddish cheeks and cute grin, you nodded with a sigh.

He's 19 and in the 2nd year of studying Architecture in EXO university but he's still a kid to you.

"Fine, fine. I will try."

"Don't just try!"

You literally pushed him out of your room and closed the door since he won't stop talking.

Chanyeol's right though.

Your endings always have a rainy day, much to Chanyeol's chagrin.

It will always start with light-going events to the romantic scene of the main characters to the arrival of the conflict and then to the tragic death of the female character.

It always leaves the boy alone.

Broken.

"Back to work." You muttered to yourself as you sat down on your swivel chair and faced your laptop again. Your eyes focused on the screen as you typed the title of your new book.

| Love Me |

Your eyebrow scrunched together as you stared at the words.

"It's too common." You pressed the backspace bar as you bit your lip in concentration. "I should probably complete my plot first. Yeah. I'll do that."

You leaned back on your swivel chair and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall in front of you. A picture of your family was taped beside it, making your lips curl up into a smile.

Your eyes drifted back to the calendar.

Today's November 20.

"4 months left." You whispered as you closed your eyes, resting them for awhile. "I'll finish the book before that."

I promise.

"Let's start brainstorming then."

You shut your eyes open with a motivated grin and quickly clicked Microsoft Word to begin writing.

"I can do this!"

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"Dasom, I can't do this."

She just scoffed as she let herself fall on your bed.

"This is not the first time you've said that and still ending up being the best author of the year. Stop kidding around, Park Yeoreum." Dasom closed her eyes as you continued staring at your laptop with an empty notepad.

"I swear! This is the first time I've ever been hit with a hard mind-block! I can't even think of a nice plot!" You groaned as you lightly bumped your head on your desk in frustration. "I'm going down!"

"You're being annoying, you know. Just clear your mind first. Relax for a week or something before diving into the world of your dark fantasies, my friend. Your books suck."

"My readers love my books, Dasom. They don't suck."

"Bad endings suck! Did you even think of your readers' hearts? I think they always break whenever they read your books."

You huffed as you turned to her.

"Happy endings don't happen unless you die with a happy life. My books contain all the truth you should know about life, not just sickeningly sweet romance that you can't ever have in life forever. Everything's bound to be broken and fixed." You looked up as you played with a toy of a fluffy white puppy. "It's just sometimes we don't know how to bring the pieces back together, that's why we end up crying and sad until the end. Life goes on whatever happens. You shouldn't get caught up with your broken heart and focus on moving forward instead."

"That's always the moral lesson in my mind whenever I finish a story." You smiled at the stuff toy in your hands.

"No wonder you're a great author. You say wonderful words." Dasom sat up straight, eyes wide open as she gapped at you.

You laughed at her comment.

"You'll come up with something, trust me." She shrugged.

"Thanks." You put down the stuff toy back on your desk. "Where are your younger sisters, by the way?"

"They're downstairs with your own sister. Probably gossiping about their crushes in college. Those girls really." Dasom shook her head as she stood up and walked towards you. She suddenly has a soft and worried expression on her face.

"I know that look." You looked back at your laptop and avoided her stare.

"I'm just worried. You know you can always count on me, okay?"

Your eyes went down on your keyboard as they slightly burned. You brought your hand to your chest, feeling the normal beats of your heart.

"There's nothing to worry about, Dasom. Everything will be fine."

You heard her sigh in defeat as she opened the door.

"Just call me if you need anything, okay?"

You hummed in reply, not bothering to look back at her as she stared at your back. With the last sigh released, she went out and close the door.

"Time's running, Yeoreum. Think fast." You mumbled as you opened a notebook before getting a black pen from your pencil case.

"We can start with the characters. Their traits, hobbies, relationships, etcetera." You scribbled on your notebook as your mind slowly started working. "Settings."

You smiled as you almost filled the page with writings.

"Main conflict..."

And you're back to none.

"Shit." You slumped on your chair as you cursed. "What the heck is the conflict now?"

You groaned as you stared at your notebook.

"Help me." You mumbled as you looked up on the ceiling.

A knock on your door interrupted you, making you grunt in response.

"Unnie, dinner's ready." Chanhee, your youngest dongsaeng, called out as she slowly opened your door. "Are you busy?"

"No, I, uh..." You sat up straight as you closed your notebook. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay then! Don't stress yourself out, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Dasom unnie already went home with Bora and Soyu. They said goodbye to me for you too."

"Is that so?"

"Yep! Come down, okay?"

You looked at the door as it closed.

"I think I need a break for awhile."

"Bye, noona!"

Chanyeol waved his hand as he went out of the house, leaving you with your parents and Chanhee at the table.

"He's still at that convenience store?" You asked, grabbing a glass of water.

"It's a good thing for us. Your brother's so enthusiastic about helping in our family's needs. Even Chanhee's working part-time in that ice-cream store near their school." Your mother said as she smiled at you.

"If you're all doing this so I can—"

"Stop now." Your father's stern voice echoed the room. "Just finish eating and go back to your room. Let your sister do the rest."

"I'm not a disabled person, dad. I can wash the dishes for this night—"

"You're disobeying me now, Yeoreum?"

You felt your father's hard stare, making you land your sight on your plate.

"N-No. I just want to help like before—"

"The only thing you can do is to listen to what I say and stay in your room."

You harshly dropped your glass, making Chanhee jump from her seat beside you. You stood up and walked upstairs without a word.

"Yeoreum, darling." Your mother's soothing voice called out as she stood up. But then the thud of your door made her sit back down. "Why can't you control your temper for once, In Sung?!"

"She won't back down if I go easy on her, Ga-in. You know how hard-headed she is. She's already an adult that can make her own choices but for her condition—"

"I understand your point but you'll hurt her in the process!"

"I-I'll go start washing the dishes."

As Chanhee spoke softly, it made the couple shut their mouths.

"I'm sorry, Chanhee—"

"It's fine to talk about unnie's condition because you're both worried, but please stop fighting. She won't be happy with it."

In Sung and Ga-in looked at each other as the youngest of their children went to the sink, leaving them speechless.

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"Just give me a little bit of inspiration, please." You mumbled as you wrote on your notebook again.

It was the third day of your empty page in your laptop. It was depressing to see.

"Noona?"

"Yeah, come in."

As Chanyeol went inside your room, your eyes remained on your notebook. He peeked at what you're writing and gasped.

"What?" You turned to him with an eyebrow raised.

"You're writing!" His fanboy feels started attacking him again, making you roll your eyes.

"Duh." You huffed, turning back to your notebook. "Fuck, yeol. You ruined it!"

"I didn't do anyth—"

"You distracted me, now my mind's blank!"

Chanyeol jutted his lower lip as he stared at you.

"Sorry."

"What are you doing here anyway?" You groaned as you rested your head on your hands placed on the desk. "You're not here to rant about the ending again, are you?"

"No, no! I'm just here to inform you something."

"What is it?"

"My best friend will be moving in the house next door. He's taking Architecture too! Everyone loves him like he's a god or something—"

"Why do I need to know this?" You lazily replied, looking at your window that shows another window of the house next door.

"Well, Chanhee's excited to meet him. You know how stupid she is when it comes to college boys. Sehun's a jerk though, so she shouldn't." Chanyeol said as he walked towards your bed, lying down as if he owned it. "I don't even know how we stayed as friends. He's a good guy but a playboy. He enjoys wrapping all the girls around his fingers. I think he even sleeps around. I tried talking to him about his ways but he's a hard-headed person like you. So I gave up and just let him do whatever he wants since he's handsome and smart. And--"

All of Chanyeol's words was taken in by your brain, making it start working like a machine. Your head shot up as you opened your notebook and wrote the ideas you suddenly have.

"You're a fucking genius, Yeol! I love you!"

Your younger brother just stared cluelessly at your smiling face as you wrote on your notebook.

"What? Did I say something awesome?" Chanyeol scratched the back of his head with a confused expression but suddenly grinned. "Whatever. As long as I can help!"

Yep, you did help.

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❥ Ch.2

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neotaech · 6 years

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01 | watch me

genre ▸ angst, fluff, smut | fuckboy!au pairing ▸ jungkook | reader | taehyung words ▸ 7,779

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⟫ Dodging Jungkook’s annoying horny texts was easy but what happens when another boy accidentally joins in on the fun?

Your ringtone kept blasting in your ear as you tried to sleep before a big presentation. You groaned, cursing yourself for not turning off the volume as you reached for the glowing device knowing exactly who it was. You denied the call thinking,”Why is he so fucking desperate?” You began closing your eyes again until a loud ding woke you up again.

JK (1:57 AM): Why didn’t you answer babe? I want to talk to you :(

You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone, getting back to your much needed sleep.

It was almost a routine with Jeongguk, calling you at 2 in the morning expecting you to be down for some sexting. That boy didn’t know when to quit and you should have already blocked his number considering he’s been like this for 4 months straight. But you’ll be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like the attention he was giving you.

Not that you were the only girl, of course, because being the all-star soccer player he had half the school population begging for him. Hell not just him but the rest of the soccer team and you weren’t one to judge because your eyes would wander over to their table every once in awhile just like the rest of them.

And that’s how you ruined your sleeping schedule because of your wondering eyes that happen to fall on a big round chocolate eyes that were staring just as intently as your’s. You still remember how embarrassed you felt for getting caught staring and you were about to ditch your friends and book it but a hand landed on your shoulder before you could even take a breath.

You shook your head and closed your eyes tightly groaning into your pillow. Why didn’t you just give him a random number? Maybe then he wouldn’t be consuming your thoughts all night long. Worst of all you knew all too well how this will end up if you actually cave in. You’ll just be another screw for Jeongguk and you didn’t want to be that. You didn’t want to be anyone’s one night stand for that matter.

You let out a drawn sigh as you tossed yourself on your stomach and brought your phone in your face. “You won’t turn on this phone,”you told yourself out loud. You rolled your eyes dropping your phone beside you as you shook your head. You have a presentation to do and no boy will stop you from getting that perfect score. With that you turned away from your phone and shut your eyes closed, concentrating on your breathing as you slowly drifted to sleep.

You woke up feeling refreshed and with a smile on your face. It was unusual for you to be in such a happy mood, especially on a Thursday. That mood didn’t last for long until you looked at your clock that marked, 11:37 am. Your eyes widened remembering you had turned off your phone meaning your alarm clock didn’t go off. You were already late for your class all thanks to Jeon Jeongguk.

There was no time for breakfast as you collected your things and dashed to your car. “Please let there be no traffic,”you repeated to yourself as you pulled out off your driveway. Of course things never go your way and you were stuck in the packed highway. You wanted to slam your head onto the steering wheel at this point why go to class?

You let out a deep breath and slouched on your seat. “No. You know what let me text this shit head,”you muttered grabbing your phone.

You {9:48 AM}:

I have a presentation due today and I’m stuck in traffic. You could’ve texted your other girls instead of me. If I fail it’s all thanks to you.

You set your phone down hoping to take the next exit in order to go back home but some asshole didn’t let you pass. “This day is just going to get worse and worse,”you thought to yourself as you gripped the steering wheel. It’ll probably take another 10 minutes to reach the other exit. Ding. Your head instantly turned to your phone.

JK {10:01 AM}:

Why is it my fault when you didn’t even respond babe :(

JK {10:05 AM}:

Lucky for you our professor had to leave early so don’t stress. Even though you didn’t get to see my sexy face today.

You rolled your eyes at the last text, he sounds just like a freshman in high school. At least you weren’t going to fail the class, well at least not yet. For now your worry is how the hell you were going to get out of this traffic.

Two more dings filled your silent car and you wondered what else Jungkook had texted you. “I’ll just read them when I get home,”you thought as you managed to get onto the third to last lane. Two more to go.

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“I hope I never get to go through that again,”you said as you shut your door. You grabbed a glass and poured yourself water as you set your phone on your counter. “Oh right Jungkook,”you thought, turning it on.

JK {10:09 AM}: I’ve got a great idea.

How about you come over tonight?

You chuckled, shaking your head,”I don’t think so.”

You {11:13 AM}: How about no?

Today wouldn’t be a good day to cave in; school work before dick, right? You put your phone back in your pocket and made your way to your room. Did you really want to start reading three chapters about a boring subject just to be ahead of the class? Ding!

JK {11:15 AM}: Will this change your mind?

The picture he sent wasn’t a nude, thankfully. Did that mean you weren’t drooling over his perfectly toned chest? Of course not, how could you not want to run your fingers down his chest. But you can’t just give in that quickly and you took your time to reply back. Not the brightest idea because he texted you again.

JK {11:19 AM}: I see that you’re enjoying the picture.

I can send another one if you want babe

You were sure he had a stock full of pictures. For one he had several people to entertain. Even if he didn’t, he was such a narcissistic brat you wouldn’t put it past him.

You {11:20 AM}: It still won’t change my mind. I have better things to do than go over to your house.

He chuckled at your reply,”Then you don’t have to come over.”

JK {11:21 AM}: Fine

You waited a couple of minutes expecting him to text you something else but the one word message was the only one. “Well that’s surprising,”you thought to yourself as you got out your book. You stared blankly at the words in front of you and your eyes soon began to drift over to your phone.

You {11:49 AM}: Wow you actually gave up Jeon that’s a first.

A grin spread across his face,”Not that easy darling.” He dialed your number biting his lip waiting for you to pick up.

“I knew it was to good to be true,”the annoyance in your voice made him chuckle.

He enjoyed getting under your skin but he knew this was all an act you were trying to put up. "Ah, darling you don’t sound too happy. Were you impatiently waiting for another picture?”he asked with a smirk.

You responded with a dry laugh,”As if. You can keep all those recycled dick pics for another girl.”

“You can see the real thing right now without having to leave your house. The beautiful wonders of technology,”he said. Oh no. “Even though it would be so much better having you here,”he added lowering his voice.

You gulped, trying to keep yourself together. Just at the thought of what Jungkook was bound to do while video chatting with you had your cheeks ablaze.

"Why are you so quiet babe? Are you debating on coming over?”he asked. You quickly said no and he’d kill to see your flustered face. “So you much rather do this over video chat?”he teased.

You wanted to scold him but then a smirk formed on your lips,”Maybe I do.”

“I’m just saying since... Wait did you just say yes?”he asked surprised. You heard someone call out his name and he groaned,”We’ll continue our little chat later on tonight. Don’t miss me too much.”

You rolled your eyes,”Bye.” You thanked the heavens that the call ended quickly. If it would have lasted any longer you wouldn’t hear the last from Jungkook. You turned back to your book but all you could think about all the things he would’ve said to get you worked up. What if he does call you back tonight?

It was ten past 1 at night and still no call from Jungkook. Maybe playing hard to get finally backfired on you or maybe he was out with one of his girls. It’s barely Tuesday though. “Then again it’s Jungkook,”you thought to yourself. You stared at the shirtless picture he had sent you hours ago. You gnawed at your bottom lip, your ego was screaming at you to stop typing. You listened, of course, your pride was too big now to finally let yourself another one of Jeongguk’s flings.

Yet after so many months you were tired of keeping up this act. It wasn’t like he was going to stick around for much longer so might as well screw him and get it over with. You always wondered if he was actually good in bed if he had that many girls lined up to be with him. Sleep is what you needed not thinking about how good he was in bed. Yet it kept crossing your mind and as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat.

To make decision so late at night would obviously lead to regret and you wanted to smash your head against the counter as you reread the message you sent Jungkook.

You {1:21 AM}: Something did change my mind... Let’s play a game.

He still hadn’t read it and you didn’t know if to be relieved or not. This is what you wanted after all because you were done trying to pretend you weren’t interested in him. You exited out your messages and clicked on the camera. Your cheeks were blazing hot suddenly becoming nervous as you pulled your sweater up revealing your bare chest.

One. Click. You moved the camera a different angle (did it even make a difference?). Two. Click.

Not wanting to look them over you quickly closed the app and started to get dressed for school. If he doesn’t answer by the time you arrived at the parking lot he wasn’t going to get these pictures. You got your keys and looked around for your bag until you remembered you left it inside your car. You took a deep breath as you walked out of your house. This is going to be interesting.

He really left you on read and it pissed you off. Was he trying to get back at you for the times you rejected him? You rolled your eyes and made your way to the library since you had an hour to spare. You sat an empty table and slumped down and laid your head on your bag.

“It’s his lost,”you muttered. You took your earphones out and plugged them in your phone, closing your eyes. A few minutes later there was a buzz and you groaned. If it’s him...

JK {2:37PM}: What do you have in mind darling?

I’m in class but I’ll gladly skip it just for you

“How sweet,”you thought with a smirk until you realized. He’s in class you’re not about to send him a nude when he’s around so many people. It’s not like any of the two pictures showed your face anyway. You looked around your area before you opened your pictures, selecting the two pictures you took earlier. You quickly typed in a message before taking another look around you before typing in k and selecting Jungkook’s contact.

“Miss could you-”

You panicked trying to slide down to your notifications in order to cover your screen. You looked up at the young girl who was trying to get to the computers and you scooted up in order to let her pass, muttering sorry trying to hide your embarrassed face. You sighed, removing your notifications and going back to the messaging app quickly pressing send before anyone passed by. Now you wait.

It surprised Jeongguk that you were finally flirting back and he wondered what you had planned so late at night. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly took it out. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he saw the pictures of your breast.

Y/N {2:44 PM}: Come find me in the library.

He bit down his lip ready to leave class when he saw he wasn’t the only one who received your pictures. He lifted an eyebrow and he looked around the class until his eyes met with Taehyung’s. They both had the same expression on their faces and with Jeongguk’s signal to the door they both walked out of the classroom.

He didn’t know you were interested in Taehyung, let alone even knew him personally. “Since when were you trying to get at (Y/N)?”he asked.

“I don’t even talk to her like that but I’m not going to pass up on this opportunity,”Taehyung said with a smirk. To say Jeongguk was pissed was an understatement. “Wait this is your girl isn’t it?”he asked with a smug expression.

“Oh wipe that look off your face if I find her first she’s mine,”he warned.

“I’m pretty sure she wants us both. Think of it like good old times,”Tae said patting him on the back. He groaned as he texted you back wanting to find you as soon as possible.

You wanted to disappear from this universe as you saw the name besides Jeongguk’s. If you would’ve simply checked your contacts again you could’ve easily avoided this but of course things had to turn on you. All you wanted was to tease Jungkook and now this had to happen. What would Taehyung think of you? He was your partner two months ago to work on a lab and you never deleted his number.

The buzz from your phone made you jump and you were too scared to see who it was from. “Please let it be Jungkook,”you repeated to yourself as looked at your screen.

JK {2:53 PM}: I didn’t think you were going to add another player to the game.

But I’m not complaining and neither is he.

Your heart completely stopped as you read the last text. Neither is he. So Taehyung already saw the message. You gulped feeling your throat dry up. What were you going to say now? Another buzz and it sent chills down your spine.

Kim Taehyung {2:56 PM}: I hope you can keep quiet.

You rubbed your palms against your exposed thighs feeling them become clammy. What you were wearing wasn’t helping either; wearing a quite short maroon dress with lace tights. You suddenly started to panic as you saw more and more students sat at your table leaving only one seat left. Fuck fuck fuck. Just as you were about to get up from your seat a hand stopped you. Your eyes widened as you turned to see Taehyung smiling at you behind him was Jeongguk with a smirk.

“Where were you going babe?”Jeongguk asked.

You cleared your throat trying to come up with an excuse as Taehyung’s hand was still on trailing around your back slowly moving up and down. He sat down next to you with a warm smile,”Seems like you don’t have a seat Kook.”

The girl on your left quickly offered it to him but he declined,”I’m sure you won’t mind sitting on my lap. Right (Y/N)?”he asked with a raised brow. You slowly nodded as you got up, your legs felt like jelly and Jeongguk adjusted the seat so you both could face Taehyung. Thankfully the girl left saying her goodbyes to the two boys. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and you avoided all eye contact with him as you sat on Jeongguk’s lap.

Taehyung chuckled at your embarrassed expression,”You weren’t so shy when you sent that picture.”

“You see about that,”you trailed off as Jeongguk’s lips pressed at the crock of your neck. You gulped trying to continue to talk to Taehyung but he had other things in mind.

His hand started to travel along your thighs making your breath hitch at the contact. You were too scared to see if anyone was paying attention to your direction because you are more than sure you looked like a complete mess. He looked up at you with a smirk as he continued to slowly travel the bottom of your dress,”You were saying?”

You couldn’t find words to say and Jeongguk nibbling at your shoulder wasn’t helping you keep a clear mind. You rubbed your thighs together feeling your lace underwear dampen. Someone got up from the table almost making you jump out of his lap. “Why are you so tense? This was your idea after all. You even wore a pretty dress for the occasion,”he muttered in your ear.

He pushed Taehyung’s hand away and replacing it with his making Taehyung tsk,”You were never one to share.”

Jeongguk lifted you closer to him causing your dress to raise up and you could also feel how hard he was. He parted your legs slightly open,”I’ve been waiting for this more than you have.”

Taehyung licked his lips seeing what you had underneath. “You were never one to be patient isn’t that right (Y/N)?”he asked as he scooted his chair closer.

“Taehyung,”Jeongguk warned.

He ignored the younger boy and pressed his hand lightly on your poorly clothed wet lips as he mouthed,”Be quiet.” He pushed aside your underwear and inserted his two fingers into you making you gasp. He smirked at how you bit your bottom lip to keep your moans from being heard. You were in complete bliss as he kept moving his fingers in circular motions and you almost forgot you had another boy to please.

He kept quiet as he watched the faces you made with every thrust of Taehyung’s fingers and that in itself gave him more pleasure than he’d like to admit. He looked around to see if anyone was looking in your direction but everyone was too busy finishing their projects. You began to slowly rock your hips in hopes to relieve some stress off of Jeongguk. All three of you began to regret even starting this here, in a public area, in the first place.

“We should really go,”you stuttered out as Taehyung pressed down on your clit. It caused you to grind a bit too hard on Jungkook making him hiss.

“Yea we really need to go,”Jeongguk’s voice sounded out of breath.

Taehyung nodded as he pulled his fingers out of you and shamelessly licked them with a grin. You licked your bottom lip, eyes wide as you watched him not hearing Jeongguk telling you to get up. You had trouble getting up quickly and Jungkook pinched in your ass whispering,”Just you wait,”wasn’t helping at all.

The three of you started to make your way out the library when your friend called out to you. “(Y/N) are you heading to class?”she asked. Shit.

“Yea! I’ll walk with you,”you said leaving the two boys with wide eyes.

“What about us?”Taehyung asked.

“I’ll hang out with you guys later. I’m not going to miss class,”you said as you walked past them.

Jeongguk chuckled at Taehyung’s annoyed expression as he patted his back. “How do you manage?”he asked in disbelief.

The younger boy just patted his back as he watched you leave,”I honestly don’t know but you better get used to it. We aren’t going to be her main priority if it means skipping class.” Jeongguk grew to accept that fact and he turned towards the bathroom,”Now I’m going to use this picture to good use she’s not out in another three hours.”

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Truthfully you had forgotten about meeting up with Jeongguk and Taehyung after class. Even though you could barely concentrate throughout half the lecture because of the dampness of your underwear. Despite the eventful event that happened at the library, you were still embarrassed about sending Taehyung that picture. Making you push it deep within your brain to forget about it. That’s how you drove back home leaving the two boys impatiently waiting for your text.

They weren’t too happy when you answered their video call and you had laughed it off telling them maybe tomorrow you’ll give them what they wanted. You knew Jeongguk would wait and he was already agreeing but Taehyung cut him off.

“I don’t think that’s fair Y/N after you said you’d hang out with us later. You should keep your promises,”Taehyung tsked.

You simply sighed walking to your room, setting your laptop on your desk already hovering over the exit button when you heard them whispering. It made you curious as to what they had in mind and judging by the wide smile on their faces it wasn’t going to be good. “What?”you said crossing your arm.

Jeongguk came into view with a smirk,”Let’s continue playing your little game but this time we’re the one’s in charge.”

You hummed, setting your hand on your chin,”What if I don’t want to play?”

“You seemed more than eager back at the library or are we going to forget how soaking wet you were?”Taehyung taunted. Your face burned with embarrassment, you cleared your throat trying to think of a comeback. He chuckled,”How fucked out you were with just my fingers. I bet you’d cum in seconds if I was able to use my mouth. Wouldn’t you like that?”

To emphasize he licked his bottom lip while his sharp gaze pierced through the screen. Your mouth felt dry and your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. His words lit a small flame and if he was actually right there with you, you’d probably turn into a putty in his hands. Hell, his lustful gaze turned you on and had you rubbing your thighs together.

You had forgotten Jeongguk was also right there besides him and you turned your attention to him. He was watching you the whole time and he saw how your expression had darken with pleasure with every word that came out of Taehyung’s mouth. It should be pissing him off more than anything right now but seeing you so weak back at the library, just the thought of it had his dick twitching in his pants.

“Why so quiet Jeongguk?”you asked trying to distract the ache in between your legs.

Mistake number one.

You saw Taehyung’s hand lower over to Jeongguk’s lap making your eyes go wide. Jeongguk hissed throwing his head back followed by the sound of a zipper being undone. You leaned closer to the screen, eyes completely locked on Jeongguk. He bit down his lip as his eyes fluttered shut trying to contain his moan.

Taehyung leaned in whispering something in his ear making him look straight at you. His eyes were blown out and you were sure you had the same look on your face. He jerked his hip up while still holding your gaze,”We should let her see.”

The sight before you made a small groan escape and you bit down your lip trying to remain indifferent. Jeongguk’s red hot dick was in Taehyung’s fist, already leaking beads of precum. You licked your lip imaging the taste and your hand was already traveling down your dress.

Mistake number two.

“So you are interested in playing,”Jeongguk mused. His smirk faltered when Taehyung gripped him harder making him grab onto his chair. There was no use in denying it because you were sure they saw you try to get some friction in between your thighs. You nodded watching as Taehyung brought his hand to his lips making you moan as pushed your underwear to the side.

“Just don’t touch yourself baby girl,”Taehyung warned. He went back to stroking Jeongguk but this time he leaned closer to him. The smirk that spread on Jeongguk’s lips as he stole a glance from you had you gripping onto your seat. You watched the two of them making out feverishly, it was a sight you never knew would make you so horny.

You moved in your seat trying to cool down the heat that was building within you. Jeongguk’s hand trailed down Taehyung’s chest and palmed his growing erection making the older one groan. “Fuck,”you breathed out.

Jeongguk looked over at you with a sly smile,”Do you want to see how hard he is?” The small dignity you still had, crumpled down with lust pumping in your veins. You nodded rapidly and once you were back to your senses you’d hide away from society, but for now it didn’t matter. “Use your words babe,”he coaxed.

“I want to see his-”you hesitated feeling your face grow hot,”cock.” You couldn’t meet either of their gazes so your eyes remained on Taehyung’s bulge.

Jeongguk loved this side of you, how easily you were following what he said. It was almost like a dream come true, the only downfall was that you weren’t physically there with them. He’d probably lose his self-control and tick off Taehyung, which really wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“Kook,”Taehyung whined to get his attention back to his throbbing cock that wanted to be let out. He undid his pants and grabbed onto Taehyung’s cock slowly pumping him.

“Y/N,”Jeongguk called out getting your attention back to him. “Do you want me to suck him off?”he asked.

It took both you and Taehyung by surprise and you nodded embarrassingly quick,”Yes.”

Jeongguk looked at Taehyung, who gave him a small nod, before he taking in his cock. The whiney moans of Taehyung mixed in with dirty praises had your breath caught at your throat as you watched attentively. You gulped trying to keep your hands from trailing down, remembering that you had one rule to obey.

“Are you watching?”Taehyung asked looking right in your eyes. You nodded while licking your lips earning a smirk from him. “Don’t you wish you hadn’t left us waiting?”he said as he gripped onto Jeongguk’s hair thrusting into his mouth.

“Yes. Oh god, yes,”you whispered. There was nothing more than wanting to be in between them. For them to do anything they’d want to do with you. You wanted them to jump out of the screen and fuck you senseless and you regretted not skipping class for them.

A muffled moan could be heard from Jeongguk and you saw a bit of cum dripping down his chin as he looked up at Taehyung. Seeing him in such a submissive way had your knees weak and you felt your clit pulse. “Hyung, why don’t we have her come over here? Please,”he pleaded.

“We’ll have to wait till tomorrow baby boy,”Taehyung cooed. The way he called him baby boy had you grabbing the bottom of your dress.

“No I can come right now,”you said getting up from your chair.

Taehyung chuckled,”Nope.” You began to complain and whine, hoping that he’ll agree. “That’s what you get for not coming over here in the first place. Now watch us have all the fun without you,”he smirked turning his attention back to Jeongguk.

He pulled him into a kiss, running his tongue through his lips licking up his cum. You moaned grinding onto your seat feeling your damp underwear stick onto you. “Can I please touch myself?”you asked. Despite all of this, saying all these words out loud made you shy.

“Can you?”he retorted.

“Please. I’ll be so good tomorrow,”you pleaded.

Jeongguk groaned seeing how desperate you’ve become,”Fuck. Hyung look how hot she sounds begging.” He’d had many girls beg for him in the past but you, you were completely different and it had him tugging at his own cock. “Why don’t you show us how wet you are first,”he suggested.

You looked over at Taehyung before position yourself in front of your computer. You took off your dress leaving you in just your cream bra and black laced underwear. Without making any eye contact you pulled down your underwear exposing yourself to them.

“You have such a pretty cunt,”Jeongguk moaned. His words only fueled your ever growing lust. Your eyes flickered at them for a split second and you saw both of them jerking themselves off. You threw your head back trying to keep it together.

“Y/N you have to look at us,”Taehyung warned in between grunts.

“I can’t. Please let me touch myself,”you whined as you took off your bra. Your hand cupped one of your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple. You were growing impatient and you felt like you were about to explode if you don’t do anything to calm your aching heat.

“Go on but you’ll regret it tomorrow,”he said before continuing to pleasure himself. Jeongguk, on the other hand, remained still watching your expressions as you watched Taehyung. Your lips were in between your teeth and your hand was still massaging your breasts. The quiet moans that came out of you had his cock aching but he tried his best to ignore it.

Your fingers slowly traveled down your soaking wet pussy. Your fingers instantly become drenched in your arousal as you begin to insert them in and out of you. Watching them watch you had your thighs shaking and you hated how sensitive you are right now. Every touch had you closer to your orgasm. “Jeongguk,”you moaned out wanting to see him jerk off to the sight of you.

“Fuck I want to taste you so bad babe,”he muttered licking his lips. He was completely fucked out and all he could imagine right now was you clenching onto his cock while riding him. “I want to fuck you so badly. You’d look so good on top of me,”he began to pump himself again faster as you inserted another finger.

“No. She’d look better when I’m fucking her from behind. Wouldn’t you like that baby girl?”Taehyung asked earning a moan. His movements were beginning to become sloppy as his high was approaching. He remembered how you clenched around his fingers and he groaned trying to keep his balance. “Tomorrow you’re going to get punished that little ass of yours better be ready,”he warned.

His eyes were screwed shut now and his breathing started to become irregular. You curled your fingers, remembering how it felt when Taehyung did it. You began to thrust into your hands imaging the scene of what tomorrow might look like with both guys taking turns to fuck you. “Please fuck me,”you moaned rubbing your clit.

“God you’re dripping onto your chair. Taste yourself for me,”Jungkook instructed. You did as you were told sucking on your fingers while staring at them intensely before dipping your hand back in your pussy. The sound of your wet sex filled the room with each thrust.

“You felt so good Y/N,”Taehyung muttered out before a loud, prolonged moan erupted from him. His hand was filled with cum as he continued to thrust into it muttering out sweet nothings.

You quickened your pace staring at Jeongguk, who had beads of sweat on the side of his head. He kept repeating your name, eyes shut tightly, and his forehead scrunched together as his release started to near. “Why can’t you be here? Ah- I wanted to fuck you so bad ever since I met you,”he whispered.

“I want your dick Jeongguk,”you whined. Your fingers weren’t enough and you wanted something to fill you up.

“What about mine?”Taehyung asked, recovering from his orgasm.

“Fuck. I want your-rs too. I want the two of you to fuck me,”you breathed out rubbing your clit wanting to reach your high. You heard Jeongguk’s whiney moans as he came all over to what you presumed was his bed.

You imagined how he’d look like in person, how hot and dirty it must look with the mess he just made. The pleasure was overtaking you and your whole body felt weightless as you tried to keep yourself upright. It was by far the most intense one you’ve ever had, your heart was hammering in your chest as you looked back the boys.

“Y/N?”Taehyung asked. You hummed in response barely able to keep your eyes open. “Not to be cheesy or anything but you look fucking beautiful,”he laughed.

You managed to smile and throw your dress at the screen,”Shut up.”

“So tomorrow... At around what time?”Jeongguk asked as he wiped himself off.

“Nine in the morning,”you teased. He began to whine about having to wake up so early. “Hey, it’ll be a great morning exercise,”you laughed.

“You’re so lucky,”he muttered not finishing his sentence.

“What was that?”you asked with a raised brow.

“You’re so lucky he likes-”Taehyung started but Jeongguk threw a pillow at him.

“Are you even free tomorrow? Don’t you have other girls to entertain?”you asked Jeongguk. Taehyung looked over at him with a raised brow.

He looked over at Taehyung as he scratched the back of his neck pretending like he was thinking about his schedule. “If he’s busy we can always have fun without him,”Taehyung winked.

“I’m not busy. Don’t you have a meet with the softball team tomorrow?”Jeongguk asked pinching his arm.

Taehyung only chuckled at the young boy,”I don’t know. Do I?”

“Listen we’ll settle this later on tonight. I’m going to take a shower you two can continue bickering at one another,”you said getting off the chat. Your legs felt sore from being propped on your desk for so long. “It’ll be worse tomorrow,”you thought as ran a bath.

─

It was around eleven when you received a text from Jeongguk.

JK {11:07 PM}: Tae tried to get out of his meet but his coach wouldn’t budge

You frowned, typing your response when Taehyung’s name popped up indicating that he was typing.

Taehyung {11:09PM}: Sorry Y/N :(

You {11:10PM}: We can always hang out when we’re all free.

It was frustrating for Jeongguk to see that you’d want to make him wait even more. All he could hear was the way you moaned for him, whiney for his cock and just recalling it had him feeling hot.

JK {11:11PM}: Or... We could hang out tomorrow. I’m sure Taehyung wouldn’t mind

You bit your bottom lip waiting for Taehyung’s reply. You were anticipating in being with the both of them and wished that Taehyung would decline Jeongguk’s offer.

Taehyung {11:15PM}: What do you say Y/N?

You frowned, again you were beginning to regret going to class and not finishing what had happened back at the library. Then an idea sparked as you messaged Jeongguk out of the chat.

You {11:19PM}: Could you come over right now?

You saw his car pull up in your driveway twenty minutes later and you looked at your attire in the mirror before heading towards the front door. Before you could even utter a hello, his mouth crashed against yours. His hands feverishly grabbed onto your waist, grinding against you as he pinned you against the wall.

“You’re such a dirty girl,”he muttered as he sucked on your neck. You moaned gripping on his shoulders. “Taehyung won’t be so happy after he sees what we’re doing,”his words only spiked up the fire that was building inside of you.

“Oh he won’t?”you said with a raised brow. You grabbed his hand leading him to your room. “Who said we were going to let him know?”you asked. You had vowed to never have Jeongguk step foot inside this room yet here you are practically dragging him to lay on your bed.

His basketball shorts weren’t doing him any good hiding his already hard cock. “Already worked up?”you teased as you startled his lap. He never imagined being in this situation with you, it seemed almost surreal to him to have you like this.

He started to undo your shirt, gasping quietly as he grabbed your breast. “Who wouldn’t be worked up after watching you fingering yourself? That pretty cunt of yours was dripping, didn’t it feel good babe?”he asked putting his lips on one of your nipples, gently rolling it.

“You looked so good under Taehyung’s touch and when he called you baby boy,”you moaned moving your hips against his clothed cock.

“I’ll be your baby boy too,”he whispered pulling you into another kiss. “I’ll do anything you want,”he grunted as you continued to roll your hips. You were becoming a whimpering mess as he gripped your sides harder. “I can already feel how wet you are. Can I have a taste?”he asked.

You nodded, looking over his shoulders to see Taehyung’s hand moving rapidly against his cock. His eyes were blown out with lust as he watched the scene unfold before him. Jeongguk laid you on your back and quickly flung your underwear to other side of the bed.

He took his time peppering kisses alongside your thighs before paying full attention to your dripping sex. He hummed in delight as you moaned out his name, back arched wanting to feel more of his tongue. You tried to keep your eyes trained on Jeongguk but you continued to look over at your computer.

Taehyung was getting more worked up than he’d like and he pinched the tip of cock to prevent himself from reaching his high. Seeing Jeongguk please someone else other than him was probably the hottest thing. He tried to keep quiet not wanting Jeongguk to notice that he’s watching, not yet at least.

It was annoying because to you it seemed as though Taehyung was looking nonchalant. Almost like he was getting bored. Now it was becoming more of trying to get a response from him instead of enjoying your own pleasure.

Jungkook lifted himself up licking his lips that were covered in your arousal. “Mm you taste even better that what I’d imagine,”he hummed as he leaned down to suck on one of your breast. You whined wanting him to continue in eating you out and before you could voice your complaint his fingers sunk in your entrance.

“Ah-Jeongguk,”you let a breathless moan gripping on your sheets. His fingers curled inside of you hitting your g-spot ever so often causing you arch yourself even more towards him. You could faintly hear the sounds of Taehyung’s grunt making you smile slyly but that smile soon faltered as Jeongguk started to quicken his thrust, adding another finger.

“Look how you’re clenching against my fingers babe. Do you want my cock instead of my fingers?”he asked. His voice was filled with glee to see that you were so ready for him.

You had been so engulfed in your own ecstasy that you hadn’t notice he was still fully dressed. You stopped him from pulling down his shorts,”Wait let me.”

He smirked,”Next time babe.” You frowned but let go off his shorts as he pulled them down and aligning himself to your entrance. He hummed, pausing his action,”Why don’t you move this way babe.” You moved your whole body to where he was a bit confused. “On all fours babe and face the screen so Taehyung has a view of your face when I make you cum,”he purred into your ear, leaving a sloppy kiss on the side of your jaw.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Taehyung who had the same expression on his face. Jeongguk chuckled before his hand slapped your ass harshly making you yelp. “J-Jeongguk,”you clutched your hand into a fist.

Another spank making you hiss,”I-”

He entered you without warning and you clenched around him. “Fuck,”he groaned, moving his hips slowly. The slow pace was torturing you and you wanted to speak but another slap was earned.

“How good does she feel around your cock baby boy?”Taehyung breathed out. You whimpered at the nickname and tried to move your hips more quickly.

“So fucking wet and ready for my cock,”Jungkook muttered out. He grabbed onto your hair pulling your head up,”Do you want me to go faster?”

“Yes,”you could barely managed from the torment. He slammed into you, hand rubbing against your swollen bud. You gasped out, mouth hung open as you tried to keep yourself upright.

“Y/N how good does it feel to have Jungkook’s cock in you?”Taehyung asked and from the shaky voice you knew he was reaching his high.

“So, so good,”you practically screamed. Your legs were starting to give out and your vision started to blur from the few tears that were falling from your eyes. His thrust were harsh and hitting you in all the right places. “Jeongguk I’m close,”you whimpered as his hand left your clit. “Make me cum please,”you pleaded.

He groaned at your words, whispering sweet nothings in your ear with each harsh thrust. Something in your stomach felt like it snapped and you clenched around him. His name spilled out of your lips continuously as he pounded into you, reaching his own high as well. You tried catching your breath as you laid on your back once Jeongguk pulled out of you.

“God that was so fucking hot. So eager to please me, fuck,”Taehyung moaned out. You smiled lazily unable to look up at the computer screen. You turned to Jeongguk who had the same amused look on his face.

“You better get some sleep Taehyung. You have to wake up in like 5 hours,”Jungkook chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m going to feel like shit. Seriously, both of you are going to get punished once I’m back from my meet,”Taehyung warned.

“Have fun tomorrow,”you said in amusement. You couldn’t quiet catch what he muttered in response before ending the video chat. It left you and Jeongguk in silence along with the unasked question of ‘would you like to stay over?’ up in the air.

Jeongguk cleared his throat getting up,”Well I should-”

“You could stay if you’d like,”you didn’t know why everything felt so―awkward. You looked around the floor for your shirt but Jeongguk already had it in his hands and gave it to you. “T-Thank you,”you blushed as you put it on.

Neither of your eyes met as you put on your undergarments and you walked over your computer turning it off. “Are you always this quiet afterwards?”he asked when you finally meet his eyes.

You laughed trying to lighten the mood,”No, just tired you know.” He raised his eyebrow with a cocky look in his eyes. You rolled your eyes,”Jeongguk for one second can you not.”

“Ok. Ok,”he laughed pulling you into the covers. “I’ll just bring it up once in awhile about how whine you are in bed,”he said earning a slap on his arm.

“Oh shut up like you aren’t,”you muttered hiding your face against his chest.

He chuckled rubbing circles against your back,”Night Y/N.”

It was oddly comforting to rest your head against his chest. “Night Jeongguk,”you said closing your eyes, falling peacefully asleep.

Sleep didn’t come to Jeongguk though, he looked at you with the biggest smile on his face. His heart hammered against his chest as you snuggled closer to him making him hesitate. Could he wrap his arms around you? Would that maybe make things too obvious? He knew how to act around others but with you it was a whole other story.

You were always someone that made him hesitate in what he does when he’s around you. His cool facade falters when he makes eye contact with you and he’s back to being a nerdy kid in grade 9, who stuttered when the ‘pretty’ girl talked to him. The chase was frustrating at first, but later he actually found himself dropping all his other girls just to have a simple phone call with you.

This feeling of utter joy wasn’t because he got to sleep with you, though it was fucking incredible. It was the fact that he was sleeping here, in your bed as you laid sound asleep next to him. Something that seemed unattainable a few months ago, hell even a few days ago. Before he knew it the sun was already rising and he put his arm around you, loosely to make it seem as though he he was trying to hold you. He inched himself closer to you and kissed your cheek before closing his eyes with the same big smile on his face.

─

Sneaking out of your house wasn't easy. He kept debating if it was worth leaving your cosy warm bed. For one, it was the right thing to do because he had no business staying longer than need be. By now if it was any other hook up he would have left the instance they closed their eyes. He wouldn't even have laid in bed next to them for that matter. With you he watched you sleep as though he was head over heels for you.

He wasn't. That is what he keeps telling himself for so long because when all of this started it was supposed to be the other way around. No one could make him, Jeon Jeongguk, lose at his own game. As he watched you again, mouth agape snoring a bit too loudly to be considered adorable, he wouldn't have it any other way. It was worth losing and he would do it over again any other day.

Just... Now isn't the right time for you to know all of this. He believed you already know and just wanted to play hard to get. It isn't like he was great at hiding it. Maybe you were trying to make him say it out loud. It was something that would definitely amuse you.

Though there was a small percent chance that the feelings weren’t mutual at all. With that in mind he crawled out of bed and took one last look at you before exiting your room.

author's note | uploading this old classic for the 10000th time. I added a bit more because I remember with the original I didn’t make it obvious that Jeongguk has the fattest crush on the OC ever since he met her.

chapters | 01 ▸ 02

#bts smut #bts fanfic #kpopwritingnet #jeongguk smut #taehyung smut #jeongguk x reader #taehyung x reader #dawn.writes

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hikkibu · 5 years

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It's been awhile since I last tried to fic but I was inspired to start a klance thanks to @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney I don't even have a title for it but I got a chapter. If I get more of it done I'll probably put it up on ao3. Here we go

What was that god awful noise? Keith tilted his head to look over his shoulder not at all surprised to see Lance rolling around on his bed guffawing so hard he was wheezing. “Louder, the whole campus didn't hear you.” Keith made a face turning back around to his computer intending to finish up his report.

“Dude dude no, look at this!”

“I don’t have time for that Lance!” Lance however didn't give him a chance to refuse, shoving his phone between his nose and computer screen. “What am I looking at?”

“Read it!”

His eyed narrowed in scrutiny and concentration on the picture and text. “’This bread tiny…yeast’. Yes yeast makes bread rise Lance, where's the punchline?”

“Nooo, you gotta say it right! This bread tiny! YEAST!” When Keith continued to stare blankly Lance laughed again smiling wider. “Y'know? Like the meme?”

“What?”

“Oh come on! Yeet! Remember like that one time when Matt threw his water bottle in class and shouted YEET?”

“No?”

“Man Hunk would get it, you're no fun.” Lance fixed the elder teen with a disappointed pout returning to his place on the bed. ‘Then go show Hunk.' Keith grumbled in his head just as a knock came to the door. “It's open!” Lance called.

Before Keith could scold him for inviting god knows who into his room he physically relaxed when he saw Shiro's face pop into the doorway looking in with curious eyes. “What was that sound?”

“Lance existing.” Keith muttered typing away. Admittedly inviting Lance into his dorm room tonight wasn’t his brightest idea, or rather allowing Lance to invite himself in.

Shiro turned his eyes to see the giggling teen curled up quite comfortably on the bed. “Ah, could you exist a little quieter?” Shiro grinned at Lance. “Adam thought someone snuck Kaltenecker into the dorms. Again.” Okay Keith couldn’t hold back the sudden snerk but he covered his mouth knowing Lance was giving Shiro his best indignant huff.

“Okay first of all I totally don’t sound like that, and second check this out!” He grinned with pride holding his phone up.

“Oh god don’t bother him with that crap La-“ He turned around just in time to see Shiro bust out laughing.

“Hahaha! YEAST!”

“YES! See? Shiro gets it!” Of course he would. The two shared a good hearty laugh although Shiro tried his best to straighten up first. Keith gave his brother the most disapproving unamused frown he could muster and rolled his eyes when all he got in return were stupid puppy eyes. He turned back around and saved his file muttering something under his breath along the lines of ‘stupid memes'.

“Well I'm going to turn in. Don't stay up too late. Keith.” It was more directed at Lance but Shiro had noticed the dark circles under Keith's eyes as of late. The younger brother gruffed but nodded. “Goodnight guys.”

“Night.” The both of them echoed. It was some time later the both of them sat up on the bed. Lance was content to watch a steady stream of vines giggling girlishly as Keith sat up at the head reading a book casually when he felt the tug on his pants leg. He didn't need to look away from his page to know Lance had that stupid dopey grin. “What is it Lance?”

“Watch this with me?”

“No I hate vines.”

“It's a meme.”

“That's worse.”

“Keeeiiith~” The answer received was a growl, frown and his complete undivided attention. “Kay. This one's cool.” He wiggled over sitting up next to the other holding his phone up for the both of them to watch. Once the play button was pressed Keith was confused on contact though mostly irritated as a deadpan expression locked in place.

“What are we watching?...”

“Forever spinning kid.” Lance bit his lip trying not to laugh, simple pleasures for the simple minded Keith figured. The beat was actually a little catchy, not that he'd admit that.

He never understood the humor behind the memes and vines Lance had no problem finding. Seriously, vines, how the hell was he finding them? If he was contending to be the most annoying human within a stone's throw he was doing a bang up job. It was like he was addicted to the things, like if he couldn't find them fast enough something bad would happen.

Having been away for some time on break he hadn't been filled in on what all he missed during his absence but noticed the first week back that Lance wasn’t himself anymore, he seemed isolated from everyone. Maybe he was imagining it? Keith pulled his eyes away from the screen watching Lance grin. It had been so long since he saw that smile, it was only until recently that he had become aware that it was missing.

“Funny huh?” He looked back at him so quick Keith had to turn away quickly so he wouldn’t be caught staring.

“I guess.”

“Look, there's others!”

He groaned allowing just one more, then one more, then one more. He was letting him get away with so much more than he used to. Here he was, allowing the descent into madness with the Cuban teen leading the way. He couldn't honestly tell how many hours they spent staying up watching silly videos and before long the stupidity was contagious. When they came across one that made Keith crack a grin or even chuckle, it encouraged the younger and made him laugh that much harder. Huh, seeing Lance happy like this? Well, it was almost worth it. Side by side, with Lance's head on his shoulder they both began to nod off.

“Thanks for watching with me.” Lance murmured out of nowhere.

“Hm?” Turning from the montage of videos Keith looked to find Lance still watching but with a far away look in his eyes as he lowered his hand. “Lance?”

He looked back at his phone chuckling despite feeling like utter crap. “I needed a laugh.”

“That bad?” Keith grinned.

“It's just…the family's been busy with other things and with you gone I haven’t had a chance to laugh with anyone. Guess I kinda just now realized how bad I needed to laugh.”

“Your family?” Damn, he started to feel the ice of guilt start dropping down into his stomach. “Are they alright?”

“What? Yeah no they’re alright!” Lance waved his hands animatedly unable to hold back the smile watching Keith relax in relief. “It's just...no one's called me in forever. They're busy I get that. I know I’m just pitying myself but I just miss them you know? And when you went to see your mom I was happy for you but... I still wanted yo- y-you know, someone to talk to.” Lance hugged himself with a small laugh. Watching the way he pulled his knees up like that made him look smaller somehow. How long had he smiled like that, making everyone think he was okay with that painted smile? Keith knew the difference, he definitely wasn't just imagining it.

“Not even with Hunk?”

“I wish. He's been hanging out with Pidge and Matt and you know I don't understand anything they talk about. It's like they're speaking a whole other language I'm too dumb to understand.”

“You're not dumb.” Keith found himself murmuring.

“I feel like it sometimes.” The laugh was a little hollow, and to be completely honest Keith didn’t like the way it rattled in his chest either. “I don't feel like I’m worth the effort.”

“Not worth the effort?” What was going on?

“I don't know…like, not worth the air I breathe.” Shit.

“Lance, if you're-“

“No I’m not hurting myself.” Lance murmured shutting down the thought before it could get started not seeing the wave of true relief wash over Keith's face. “I just feel so useless and alone.”

“I’m here.” He offered quietly, wetting dry lips nervously. God that was a stupid thing to say but he didn’t know what else he could say. He wasn't good at this, he had no idea how to comfort Lance. He didn’t respond to the words only kept his head down as if studying on them.

Keith hadn’t known he felt that way, hell he didn’t know he could feel that way and he felt like he should have. He wanted to ask where it came from, who made him feel this way, who did he have to hurt for putting him down. Instead just like always he remained silent and mentally kicked himself for not knowing the words to say. “Thanks Keith.” He wasn’t sarcastic, or loud with that ever bright grin of his, but peaceful with the tiniest smile on his lips. “I really mean it. Most people would probably pep talk me or get angry that I feel that way.”

“You're allowed to feel things.” Keith remained where he was letting Lance use his shoulder as a pillow.

“I know, but when I feel rotten like this its comforting to know I got someone like you to help me.”

“Even when I say nothing at all?”

“Especially when you say nothing at all.” His blue eyes began to get their luster back. “Because I know you're listening to me.”

That smile on his lips was his undoing. If Lance's addiction was to laugh, Keith's was his smile, the one smile that reached his eyes. He gave Lance a little nudge with his shoulder. “Come on, I'll do one more video.” And there it was in all its glory. It was a crime for that smile to not exist and if Keith could make Lance that happy he would gladly watch as many of these godforsaken videos until that stupidly goofy smile stayed. He watched the phone come back up and a fresh reel of more videos began to play. It hadn't been maybe five minutes after feeling his own eyes grow heavy that he felt the hand drop.

Violet eyes blinked alert turning to watch the other teen’s peaceful sleeping face. It was already way too late to send him off to his own dorm room is what he told himself when he reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside snuggling down next to him. The glow of the city seeped through his blinds into the dark space just barely illuminating the walls giving his room an almost surreal feel. The soft subtle warbling of some song on his radio he had turned down earlier that evening now distinctively filled his ears adding to the ambiance their combined silence made.

After giving the room a quick sweep Keith turned to look back at Lance unable to stop the smile. He really had no idea how important he was did he? They hadn't been friends long, they'd known each other almost two years now. At first he found the Cuban teen to be absolutely insufferable due to his mouth and incessant desire to pick a fight whenever they were in the same room together. It wasn't until they were forced to work together on a group project that they began to learn about what really made the other tick, then that grew to tolerance. Tolerance grew to respect, then respect to like, and like to… Keith sighed silently scolding himself. He couldn't help the tugging in his chest when Lance smiled at him now. And he wasn't ready to admit to himself how much he missed him.

He pulled his phone from his limp grasp placing it on the bedside table so it wouldn’t get lost in the blankets and turned back to face him. He let his fingers curiously brush his cheek finding the skin warm. Huh, he wondered if those sunny Varadero summers soaked into his skin in his youth. His eyes flickered to his hair giving it a gentle stroke rubbing the strands between his fingers, soft. Closing his eyes he leaned in very nearly burying his nose into the mop of brown hair. A mix of cocoa butter, coconut and something else, maybe something uniquely Lance. “I'm sorry I'm so mean to you…I’ll try to be nicer, I promise.”

His body tensed up when he felt Lance shift and turn in towards him but relaxed and rolled his eyes with a smirk when let out a series of soft snores.

“That's so you. You'd sleep through a hurricane.” Keith chuckled. Deciding to end his explorations he settled down with him resting their heads on the pillows pulling a blanket over them. “Goodnight Lance.”

#klance #voltron #my fic #lance mcclain #keith kogane #college au #vld

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uberhero-chorus · 6 years

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🕰 ((u already know))

Sneak Peek

(( Prepare yourselves kiddies you are about to read one helluva drabble.This also explains some of V; Uberhero High ‘s World btw ))

Hatapon lost count of the years for awhile, as many long-lived Patapon did. He still did his duties in leading hunts and the occasional army to drive away a giant or two, and he still remained a very important member of the tribe.

Except, he witnessed his tribe grow steadily. The population grew in size, and thus needed more space. The tribe became a village, and then a town, before becoming a small city. Then, as relations with Zigotons and Karmens became stronger, some of them joined the mix. Soon enough, Patapolis had become a sprawling metropolis full of Patapons, Zigotons, and Karmen alike.

With the Zigotons and Karmen came advanced knowledge of materials not well known by the Patapons. And the brightest of them all pooled their knowledge together to gradually create new technologies for all to enjoy.

Somewhere along the way, something extraordinary happened. The masks of Heroes and Uberheroes were starting to be unearthed, and their powers still intact. And while they no longer had the essence of Almighty Patapons in them, and the amnesia they had given to Heroes and Uberheroes of old seemed to have vanished or had been reduced, something still had to be done with those who accepted their powers. From then on, anyone who should obtain a mask would be required to attend special training academies.

Hatapon happened to think about the Uberheroes while he read the papers one day. While most of the masks had been found (sometimes, there were even duplicates of the same mask recovered!) he had heard nothing about a particular mask he had hidden away long ago. He wondered if they would ever find it, actually...

Myamsar Mask Located at Long Last in Mater Park

The emboldened headline in the papers that next day caught Hatapon’s attention right away. How could it not? Every time he saw or heard that name, his attention was immediately stolen away. He had made good on his promise to Arye that day, that he would not be a forgotten hero. The tales of Arye the Almighty of justice, Kitt the Hero of the Patapons, and the “Ballad of the Uberhero” were popular folk tales that had been passed down from generation to generation. They had even been illustrated, painted, and put into print! Some textbooks even held excerpts of the tales within them!

And, lo and behold, here in the newspaper before him.

The mask that the Almighty Arye once used to fend off the Archfiends has been discovered once again after centuries upon centuries of hiding.

“Didn’t think I hid it too well.” Hata giggled. “All I did was bury it, guys.”

The new holder of the Myamsar mask is a twelve-year-old Patapon from the outskirts of Patapolis. The article continued. His identity and exact place of residence have been withheld from the general public to protect his identity.

“As they should.” The Flagbearer huffed.

The new Myamsar will be seeing a tutor immediately, and will start attending a Hero Academy once he turns fourteen.

“Hrmph.” Hatapon slumped a little. “New Myamsar”, something about that just didn’t sit right with him. The Myamsar he knew, however, was Almighty Arye fused with the Hero Kitt, though... This kid was probably very different. He probably wasn’t going to be the Myamsar he knew.

Well, he’d just have to wait and wonder.

The news about the Myamsar mask’s recovery had been... What? Four years ago now? And quite a lot seems to have gone down since then.

First, being called out on a special case: To find an Uberhero who had fled his abusive foster parents and remained on the run for quite some time. They had contacted Hatapon and the Trifecta when the situation was getting desperate, and the safety of the kid was most definitely a concern.They did find him. Well, Chin did. It was a rainy, cold evening when the Tatepon found the Uberhero, bleeding on the soaked pavement. Turns out he had encountered the wrong crowd, who attacked him with a switchblade.

The Flagbearer, amid the organized panic that was the Trifecta, had frozen when he saw just which Uberhero he was handling here.Myamsar

It had been forever since he had seen that cat-like mask on an actual Patapon.

And when he had heard the kid was in foster care, and that he was now out of a home after this incident... Well, the ever kindly and now powerful Meden dropped a few hints on CPS regarding their newest foster parent, and Hatapon was given a call about a “Sixteen-year-old Uberhero in need of a home.”

On the day he showed up to pick Myamsar up, his Zigoton social worker seemed to immediately swoop in and pull him aside. She had a lot of things to explain, as evident by a hearty stack of folders containing paper after paper on things regarding this kid.

“-And here is the medicine he is currently taking.” Kyuton said. “This here is his emergency allergy shots- he should have at least one of these on his person at all times. And this one is his painkillers.” She praddled on, talking a bit quickly. “He needs one half of these everyday. If he is feeling any abnormal pain, then call his doctor- number here!” She pointed out a phone number on the label. “Next... Um... I should probably explain why he needs the medicine...”

“Where... Where the heck is the rice in this place?”

Supermarkets usually got Hatapon a bit confused as he tried to find one or two items within such a large and cluttered place, and he was rightfully teased for being ‘Old Man Hata’ because of it. Fair enough.

It was getting a little late, and he really had to get started on dinner soon. While he had to buy a little extra for the other mouth he now had to feed, Hatapon swore to his foster charge that he would be using the government checks on his needs and only his needs. He had to admit, though, that money was quite a savior to his bank account! It felt good to foster properly, knowing he was putting the money towards its intended use.

While Hata was still trying to track down the rice, he happened to catch a whiff of the fish as he passed the meat isle. He slowed down and looked to a cute chalkboard sign.

Super Saturday Sale! All fish products, 50% off!! It read.

“...Fifty percent?” Hatapon speculated. “Sounds kinda... Fishy. Heh.” He joked to himself, making his way to the clerk in charge of this section. If Myamsar were here, he’d probably make some kind of noise in between a laugh and an “UUGGHH MISTER HATAPON-”

“’Scuse me.” Hatapon said to the clerk. “Is uhh... The fish priced like this for a particular reason or...?”

“Aha! Nah, buddy, nothins’ gone bad, I promise!” The accented Dekamen running the fish isle laughed. “Nah, it’s only on sale ‘cause the guy who orders the stuff bought WAY too many, so we knocked down the prices until the stock evens out.” He explained.

“Oh, okay, good!” Hata giggled. He remembered one tiny detail about the Myamsar he had known long ago... He had always loved fish. If a traveling merchant was passing by with a load of fish, he and the Trifecta knew what would be for dinner that night.

Perhaps...

“Okay... How about I get some tuna, rainbow trout, some grouper,,, And some salmon.” Hatapon ordered.

“Comin’ right up, sir.” The Dekamen replied, gathering up the fish in some paper bags.”

“Thanks, and... Where’s the rice?”

“Down three isles, it’s right by the pastas.”

“Thanks!”

“I’m home, Myams!” Hatapon called as he stepped into the apartment, carrying a good load of groceries in each arm. “Where have ya got to...?”

To Hatapon’s amusement, he had stepped into the living room to fins Myamsar fast asleep on top of the radiator. His school jacket and bag had been tossed onto a chair, he must’ve come home from a meeting and conked right out.

“Heh, imagine that.” The Flagbearer giggled. “I’m not sure if I’m looking after an Uberhero, or an actual cat!” He gave the teen a nudge. “You conscious, Myam?”

A slight ear twitch, but he otherwise showed no sign of waking.

He was really starting to remind him of Arye now, it was almost frightening. While it was never a radiator, the Uberhero did find quite a few... Unusual places to take catnaps. And when he did that, it was either impossible to find him or impossible to wake him up. The only thing that stirred Arye from his beauty sleep was...

Hatapon began to work on dinner right away. While he had initially planned on making something else, he knew that fish should be prepared as soon as possible to prevent spoiling. He set the other fish in the freezer in favor of the salmon tonight, Arye’s favorite...

Lemon seasoned salmon with wild rice on the side was dinner tonight, and the aroma was pretty good (for now). When everything was pretty much done, Myamsar had finally been drawn to the kitchenette, a yawn escaping him.

“I see you’re back among the living!” Hatapon greeted. “Have a good nap on the radiator?”

“..Hrrm? It’s a warm spot...”

“Yeah, but it’s also metal. Don’t go killing your muscles now.” He advised. “Now sit down, dinners ready.” The flagbearer smiled. “...And I think you might like this one!”

Myamsar sat down at his plate, not hesitating on trying some salmon. Instantly, his expression perked into a more wide-awake one.

“Oh, wow! This is really good!” He mewed. “What is it?”

“Salmon. It’s a type of fish.”

“It’s really tasty! It feels... Nostalgic, even...” The teen nodded as he ate more of dinner.

Hatapon was speechless. This... This can’t be a coincidence anymore. It seemed that as Myamsar opened up to Hatapon more and more, he only continued to resemble the Arye he knew...Maybe he should ask now...

“Say... Myams?”

“Mister Hatapon?”

“Do you... Do you trust me, Myamsar?”

“...Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do now.” The Uberhero admitted. “I mean, thinking back on it, you did help me when I got stabbed that one time... And you are one of the kindest fosters I’ve ever had.” He mused. “I feel like I can actually talk to you, you know? Even though I’ve been through so much, you’ve been really patient with me.”

“That’s.... That’s good, because...” Hata began. “Myamsar, I know that Uberheroes keep their birth names between themselves and immediate family, but... Do you mind telling me your name? The one you were born with?”

Myamsar remained silent for awhile, causing Hatapon to worry.

“I-it’s okay if you don’t-”

“Kitt.”

“-Huh?”

“My name? It’s Kitt.” Myamsar said. “Kind of a... Dumb name, yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “...You look kind of wide-eyed there, Mister Hatapon. Does “Kitt” mean something to you?”

...So it’s true. Hatapon summed up in his head. This seriously can’t be coincidence anymore, they’re just too alike... Almighty Arye, did you revive the Hero Kitt’s soul with a fragment of your own?

“Oh, Myamsar... Kitt isn’t a silly name, now.” Hatapon said wholesomely. “It... It actually does mean something very important to me...”

Welcome back, Arye... Kitt... Myamsar.

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Dear Little Sister

Relationship: Winchesters X Sister

Words: 1,479

Warnings: mention of character death, lots of angsty angst

No summary because the title kinda speaks for itself

A/N: I’ve been writing this for over a year, and I finally finished it today, so eo enjoy! Beta’d by the awesome @straightasdeanwinchester, thank you love!!

Dear little sister,

I guess the first thing I gotta say is I’m sorry. I never said it enough, but I’m so sorry. There are so many things that have happened to you that I need to apologize for, I don’t even know where to start. I’m sorry you had to grow up this way, thrown headfirst into this crappy life; I’m sorry you didn’t get to be a kid long enough; and I’m sorry you had to go like this. It's not fair. You should have lived a long life -- settled down in a cute house with a picket fence and had a couple little munchkins with a guy who treated you right. Instead, you’re down there, being burned and sliced and God knows what else, all because I screwed up. And for that I am so, so sorry.

This never woulda happened if I hadn’t let my guard down. If I’d just been more careful, I never would have gotten hurt, and you wouldn’t have had to sell your damn soul to bring me back. I still can’t understand why you would sacrifice yourself for someone like me. I’m not worth losing you.

- Dean

Dear little sister,

We buried you today, in a little clearing we found in the woods behind the bunker. Nothing too big. I know you'd have hated to make a big deal about it.

Sam wanted you salted and burned, usual drill, but I wouldn’t let him. I just… I couldn’t. It was hard enough putting you in the ground, you know? Burning you would have felt too final, knowing that there was no way to get you back. I wouldn’t be able to live with that.

- Dean

Dear little sister,

Dean’s not taking your death well. I haven’t seen him this upset in years. He barely eats, barely sleeps, hardly does anything anymore. He’s always shut up in his room, drowning everything out with a hell of a lot of alcohol. I’m really worried about him, kid. I don’t think this is something he’ll be able to recover from for a long time.

I’m not doing so good myself. The other day I overheard some girls talking about that band you like and I almost broke down. I keep seeing pieces of you, everywhere I turn. These little reminders of the gaping hole you’ve left, the hole I know I'll never be able to fill again. Why’d you have to leave, kiddo?

- Sam

Dear little sister,

It never gets any easier, does it? Some mornings when I wake up it hits me like a slap in the face. Other days I don't remember until I pass by your room, expecting to see you dancing around and making faces in the mirror with your music blasting out of your speakers, only to be met with silence. God, you have no idea how much I hate that damn silence.

Those are always the worst days, when I have to physically remind myself that you're… that you're not… crap, I can’t even put it in writing. Two weeks gone and I still don't wanna accept it. Because if I do, then that makes it true. And this is one thing that I refuse to believe could ever be true.

- Dean

Dear little sister,

Well kid, Dean finally snapped.

Honestly, I’ve been expecting it to happen for awhile now. I’m actually a little surprised it took him this long. I won't go into too much detail, but let's just say it wasn't very pretty.

Damn. It’s only been a month. It feels so much longer than that, like an eternity has passed since I last saw your beautiful, smiling face.

I miss you so much, kiddo. We both do, even if Dean won't admit it out loud. I miss the mess of bedhead you'd get when you woke up in the mornings. I miss the way you laughed, how it would start in your chest and bubble up through your throat until it made its way to your mouth, where it sounded like heaven on earth. I miss how excited you would get when you talked about a new book, how your eyes would light up like the brightest Christmas tree. I miss how much you loved holidays, and how you'd force Dean to dress up with you, no matter how much he hated it, because you knew he could never say no to you.

Every day, I remember more things I loved about you, and every day, I feel those memories of you slipping through my fingers, just beyond my reach.

- Sam

Dear little sister,

It's getting harder and harder to cope. Sam’s been trying his best to help, and I appreciate it, I really do, but he's got his own grief to deal with; he doesn't need to worry about mine.

Besides, it's different for him. He doesn't have to deal with the guilt, the horrible, pressing weight on my chest I feel whenever you cross my mind. He doesn't have to deal with the sleepless nights spent wondering if there was something more I could have done, if I could have tried harder to save you.

‘Course, I know what you would say. You'd tell me that it wasn't my fault, that there was nothing I could've done to prevent it from happening. But every time I see a picture of you, every time I see some of your clothes or find one of those little notes you'd hide in the bunker, I'm finding that harder and harder to believe.

- Dean

Dear little sister,

Sorry it's been so long. Dean’s just been getting worse and worse, and between hunting and trying to keep him from doing anything stupid, I haven't had the time to sit down and think.

Yesterday marked six months. I went out to visit you last night, but Dean stayed inside. In all honesty, I think that was probably for the best. He's been so high-strung lately; every little thing makes him so irrationally mad, and seeing the little cross we used as a grave marker might just have made him even worse.

- Sam

Dear little sister,

Happy birthday.

- Dean

Dear little sister,

A year ago, the three of us were laughing together about something dumb Dean had said. A year ago, you were hitting Dean on the shoulder for embarrassing you in front of the whole diner. A year ago, you and I were drinking hot chocolate in the library, and you were falling asleep on top of me, your head resting on my shoulder, but I didn't mind, because you always looked so cute in your sleep.

A year ago, we were happy and whole -- the perfect dysfunctional family.

But now… Now, Dean hardly speaks a word to me. Now, the bunker seems so quiet and empty, radiating sadness. Now, nothing I do ever feels right, knowing that you're not here to do it with me.

I don't know how much longer I can do this, kiddo.

- Sam

Dear little sister,

Cas thinks he might have found a way to get you back. And as awesome as that is, as thrilled as I am at the thought of seeing you again, I'm a little worried. Dean seems a little too excited about Cas’s idea; I don't want him to get his hopes up for something that Cas said might not even work.

I sure hope Cas knows what he's doing.

- Sam

Dear little sister,

Today's the day. In just a few hours, we might actually be together again. And honestly, even though the thought of seeing you makes me so happy, it kind of scares me. What if you've changed? What if we've changed? What if we can't fall back into our normal routine, or feel comfortable around each other, or move past everything that happened?

I don't know if you'll ever find these letters -- if Cas’s plan even works, that is -- but if you do, if you're reading them right now, please know that no matter what happens, I love you. Even if things can't go back to the way they were, I'll love you more than you'll probably ever know.

I'm not sure if Dean wrote anything to you -- I know he was talking about it at one point. If he didn't, or he did and he stopped for some reason, I don't want you to remember all the crap that went on while you were gone. I don't want you to think of all the bad things Dean probably said about himself. I want you to remember how he fought, how hard he worked to find some way to help you, how he kept it together for your sake so you wouldn't get scared. Remember the good things he did.

God knows he'll only remember the bad stuff.

- Sam

Dear little sister,

Welcome home.

- Dean

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Chapter One - Things I Don’t Understand

Our Papered Faults

TAEHYUNG

I WASN'T THE TYPE OF PERSON who hated everything, there was just a lot of things I didn't understand. Like why people became drug addicts, or teenage runaways, or even committed suicide. And it’s not like I hated those people, or despised them. I simply just didn’t understand them, and I didn’t want to.

My old friends told me it was because I was boring. I never wanted to take risks or push my limits. But running around the block in the freezing cold winter, just in underwear was idiotic, sticking my tongue onto a frozen pole was even more idiotic, and having sex in a bathroom of a gas station, was purely disgusting. Nothing to get about that.

If there’s anything I learned while growing up was that hatred came from those who didn’t understand. So I wanted to. But sometimes, I just couldn’t. And that’s what I hated. It was nearly impossible to understand every single human-being you knew.

Chong Sik, a friend I had in the sixth grade ran away from home and stole 100 dollars from both his parents' wallets. It came unexpected and when the police got involved his parents didn’t have any reasons as to why he ran, neither did I.

In eighth grade the day before our school graduation another friend Jang-il killed himself. Our school postponed graduation for another two days while police investigated, and I had to attend his funeral. Again another friend had left me and I didn’t know why or even see it coming.

By my first year in high school I was beginning to lose another friend, Daehyun, but not in the way I’d lost the others. Simply who couldn't cope with our friend's loss. He didn’t understand them, and he didn’t want to feel the pain, so he turned to drugs. He completely lost himself a year later. And it wasn’t the same being around him, it was hard to talk to someone who was never there, at least mentally. After some time he was kicked out of his parents' house, then ran away to some place with his junkie friends. His parents later put him in a rehabilitation center

I visited Daehyun’s house over the weekends. I gave his parents bread and pastries from the coffee shop where I worked, and depending on the time of year I helped them cut their lawn, or organize the things they wanted me to. They always offered to pay.

“You’re a grown boy now. You shouldn’t be doing all these things for free.” Daehyun’s mother, Ji Su said. She always told me to call her that.

“It’s okay, it’s the least I can do.”

It really was.

Ji Su sighed patting my back as I moved some boxes up to their attic. I had a feeling they were filled with more of Daehyun’s things. More pictures and posters and workbooks. Stuff like that from his room.

Even though he wasn’t really dead, his parents treated him like he was. Saying his name was similar to saying Lord Voldemort in Harry Potter ‘He-who-shall-not-be-named.’ His parents never said his name, and I was scared that if I did, I’d upset them.

After I finished organizing, Ji Su asked me to stay for dinner. Daehyun’s father, Min Jun, had just come home. Alcohol lingered on his clothes, I got used to smelling it every time I visited during the weekends. Ji Su would scold him for drinking so much while out with his friends and Min Jun would promise not to continue.

“Is your mother still working?” Minjun asked. I nodded. He grunted, “You and your mother work so hard. If you ever need anything you know you should always ask us.” I smiled.

Minjun didn’t seem like it, but he was very kind hearted. When I first saw him back in second grade he was tall and lean and had the brightest smile on his face whenever the boys and I would come over to visit Daehyun. Over the years so much had changed and so did his appearance. He became thick and hunched over. His lively eyes had dulled.

“Oh!” Ji Su turned to me and place her hand over mine, it was small and very bony. Minjun wasn’t the only one who changed.

“Our other son’s coming to stay with us for a while.” Son? Daehyun had a brother?

“He’s visiting us from Seoul. We were hoping that when he came, you’d be able to keep him company. Maybe with Jimin too.” I looked at Ji Su, then Minjun, then my food. Ji Su’s hand squeezed mine.

“Please, where he lives he doesn’t get to hang around kids his age, and I don’t want him to feel like he’s a prisoner in this house when he comes.”

I looked up and smiled. “Of course. I’d be happy to.”

I was lying.

I didn’t know why but, the thought of being around Daehyun’s brother made me feel guilty. I wasn’t sure if I deserved to be close to anyone. In the end I never really knew them, did I? Min Jun and Ji Su sighed. Ji Su moved her hand from mine.

Min Jun never spoke much after Daehyun left, but he said, “Thank you.” And it was the most sincere thing I’d heard in awhile. “His name is Jungkook. He’s two years younger than you. He skipped a couple of grades.” I saw Ji Su smile.

“He’s very smart.” She said and she seemed very proud. I wanted to ask her why I never knew about him, why he was suddenly visiting, and why he lived in Seoul and not here, but I didn’t.

By the time I’d come home my mother had just come in. She wore a tired smile on her face. “How’s my son? What’ve you been doing today” She asked. I gave her the leftover food Ji Su let me take home. She smiled. “Ji Su said it was compensation for helping her clean.” My mom nodded, then ruffled my hair.

“That means you’ve already eaten right.” I nodded. “You must be tired. Go wash up and sleep.” I sighed then nodded. “You too mom. You hurry and go to sleep too.” I said. She smiled, “Go. And don’t stay up late reading.”

I couldn’t sleep when I went to bed. I could never sleep. I worried about my mother, knowing how hard she worked. That night I was reminded of Chong Sik and Jang-il. I hadn’t thought of them in so long. I wondered where they were now. If they were happy, or if they were lonely, like how I was.

Daehyun’s face popped up in my head, and I thought about his parents than about his brother. He never mentioned a brother, neither did his parents. I wondered what the brother would look like. If he’d look just like Daehyun. Would they smile the same and tell the same jokes.

I had an evening shift at the coffee shop filling in for one of my coworkers. I was working behind the counter taking people’s orders. It was a slow day. Nobody really came on Sunday’s and the heat outside was suffocating. Jimin, a co-worker, and a friend walked up to me.

“Do you think Boss will let us off today? Only two people came in the last hour.” I rolled my eyes.

“When has he ever let us off. You know Boss, he wants every ounce of money he can get.” Jimin groaned. We’d never been friends. It was a rivalry that started back in eighth grade between him and Jang-il, and because of that I never talked to him. There was never any hard feelings. After Daehyun left, it was Jimin who made sure I was okay and stuck around even when he became a pain.

After work, I went to Daehyun’s house. Jimin wanted to tag along since he was bored, and on the way, I told him about Daehyun’s brother.

“Brother?” He said. “I’ve lived right by that family ever since I was born. I've never seen his brother.” I shrugged. “Maybe he lived with them for a short time then moved. Maybe he never lived with them at all.”

I stopped walking and turned to him. “Don’t you think it’s weird. Suddenly Daehyun’s brother is moving back in with his family months after he got kicked out?”

“What crazy thing do you think happened this time?” Jimin said. I glared at him, sighed, then shrugged again. We continued walking.

Ji Su had given us two glasses of juice and a card game to play while we waited. Jimin cheated through the second half of the game we made up. He told me I was being too petty, then he said, I probably didn’t even know what it meant to be petty. I didn’t argue.

It was nearing night when Jungkook came. He walked up to us with a small suitcase. He was dressed differently from the other kids around this neighborhood. He was more expensive and stylish, or maybe it was the fact that he was from Seoul and we were from the countryside.

“You must be Taehyung,” he said. He must’ve noticed how confused I was because he said, “My mom told me all about you.” I smiled, then he turned to Jimin. “I’m Jimin!” He said.

“His best friend.” He threw his arm around me. I shoved it away and glared at him. “You must be looking for Ji-” I stopped myself. Maybe it would be weird to him if I called his mother by her name. “-For your mom. I’ll call her.” Jungkook nodded.

When Ji Su came she brought him into a tight hug. The sun was fading, but I could see how his cheeks flushed, his arms wrapped around her, and he closed his eyes awhile before opening them.

“How’ve you been.” She said. “You came early.” She didn’t sound disappointed. Jungkook pulled away, his eyes caught with mine for a second and I quickly looked down at the cards in my hand. “Dad thought it’d be better if I left sooner.”

Dad? Did he and Daehyun have two different fathers? Jimin nudged my leg with his foot, a sort of knowing smile appeared on his face like he was thinking the same thing I was, but he was more shameless to show it. I ignored him.

I could hear the smile in Ji Su’s voice when she replied. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you're finally here.” She turned to me and Jimin.”These are the boys I told you about on the phone. They’ll help you for the next couple of months.” Jungkook nodded. I smiled, but I’m sure it came off awkward. “I hope you guys will become good friends.”

“Come in dinner’s ready.” Ji Su turned to Jungkook, then frowned. “You must be tired from the drive. Why don’t you-” Jungkook shook his head, he smiled tiredly and for a moment he reminded me of my mom when she came home from work late.

“No I’m fine, I was starving on the way here anyway.” He said. Ji Su smiled, then brought him inside. I took the suitcase from his hands and placed it by the door. Jimin knocked into me when we entered the house, then said. “Interesting...”

Inside Min Jun was sitting at the tabled a reading a newspaper, when we came in he looked at us, eyes peered over his glasses, then he smiled and stood. It had been a while since I saw Min Jun smile like that. “How are you, son?” he asked. “I’m doing well old man.” They both smiled, and Minjun placed his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“You’re not giving your old man a hard time are you.” Jungkook’s smile faltered then reappeared just as soon as it left. I realized just how much he looked like Daehyun. They had the same eyes as Ji Su, sweet and delicate. They felt warm and familiar, but everything else was different. Daehyun always looked more like his father, and Jungkook had a shocking resemblance to his mother. He looked nothing like Min Jun.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn't giving him a hard time.”

"Don't worry it'll all be over soon."

Jimin grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the side. I smelt the food Ji Su had cooked for us, and it made my stomach grumble out of hunger. “What?”

“Why do you keep staring? It’s weird.” I knew that wasn’t what he really wanted to tell me, but still, I replied,

“He just looks like Daehyun. That’s all.” Jimin nodded then placed a warm hand on my shoulder.

“Is it hard for you?” He said. “I know Daehyun left a couple months ago, and now you just found out he has a brother.” He whispered closely to me, “Must be tough.” He said. I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

Ji Su came out seconds later, placing the dishes out on the table. She made Jungkook sit when he tried to help and I could hear him talking with Minjun at the table. Jimin and I had helped her bring out the rest dishes. When we settled it was quiet. And not the comfortable type of quiet, it was the awkward type, the I don’t know what to do and I don’t want to move in case the spotlight turns to me, type of quiet. Ji Su broke the silence. “So what’ve you been doing, Jungkook?”

He lifted his head when his name was called. “I’ve just been helping out dad. Studying a little too,” he said. “What about you guys? Have you been doing well.” He looked around the table, eyes scanning over Minjun, then Ji Su, then Jimin, then me. They lingered on me a while longer, and I looked at him back, unsure if I should turn away, but eventually, he did.

“Nothing much,” Minjun said. “I mean there’s nothing much you can do in this area.” He took a large swig of his beer. Ji Su frowned at him, but he didn’t notice, and if he did he was avoiding her gaze.

“It’s not that bad.” Jimin pointed his chopsticks in Jungkook's direction. “If you stick with us, ...well If you stick around me you’ll be begging your father not to go back to Seoul.” Jungkook laughed, then his parents. I was drawn to the fact Jimin had singled me out, so it was reasonable for me to kick his shin under the table when he wasn’t expecting it. He groaned then glared at me but said nothing. Jungkook turned to me and smiled. “Why not Taehyung?” He asked.

“Why not Taehyung?” He asked.

Jimin placed a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Well, this kid will bore you to death within two minutes of being alone with him. Give or take depending on the person.” Jimin chuckled. “But if you like books and classical music, then he’s your guy.” I hit Jimin at the back of his head then took a gamble in looking at Jungkook. His smile widened then he leaned slightly over the table.

“Do you play any instruments?”

I resisted a smile. I didn’t know why. Why I felt like smiling or why I had to hide the fact I wanted to smile.

I just did.

“Didn’t you used to play the piano. You used to play on the old one we had in the living room.” Ji Su said.

Jungkook hummed in a way as if saying ‘Is that so?’

I nodded. “I haven’t played in a while though.”

“How come I never knew this?” Jimin asked. “You never asked,” I said dismissively. “What about you. Do you play anything.” I looked at Jungkook.

“My specialty’s the violin.”

Jimin left minutes ago to deal with his sister who’d suddenly fallen ill, but before he left he told me to invite Jungkook over to the coffee shop so he could be introduced some of Jimin’s other friends. I asked him why he couldn’t do it, they were his friends, but then he told be it be a better way for us to get closer to our new expensive friend. He even wiggled his eyebrows then dashed before I could lay a hand on him

“You don’t need to help me unpack. You should get home, your parents are probably worried.” I shook my head, as I moved his clothes to his dresser. It was Daehyun’s old room. It was still the same, except for how empty it was now, it felt weird. No pictures or books or posters, just some pale white walls and a large crack from the time we decided to wrestle in the house while his parents were away.

We were drunk and we ended up getting scolded and punished for two weeks. I learned my lesson then to never drink alcohol again. It wasn’t worth scrubbing toilets for.

“It’s fine,” I said. “My mom told me she was working late anyway.”

“Your dad?”

“My dad?” I said, then shrugged. “Don’t know him.” Jungkook nodded, he didn’t say anything, just nodded. I was glad. Then he turned to me and smiled. His dark eyes scanned over my face, and for a moment I thought I was looking into Daehyun’s. They felt warm and like I finally found something precious that I lost a long time ago. I didn’t know how to explain it.

“We're done anyway. I didn’t bring much.” He said, then looked around his room. “Were you one of my brother's friends?”

I wasn’t expecting him to ask so when he did I didn’t know what to say. Instead, I nodded. “We were never really close, so I don’t know much about him or about the way he lived.” Jungkook sat on his bed then looked at me expectantly. I sat next to him.

I decided I should say something instead of sitting there quietly and looking stupid. “We were friends since second grade. He tried to steal my juice box, but then hurt his leg trying to run away.” I smiled, then Jungkook smiled. “I gave it to him anyway and then after that, he never left me alone.”

It was weird talking about Daehyun in his house -in his bedroom, especially since even mentioning his name was so taboo. I didn’t know why I was telling Jungkook this, I just was. He felt familiar, and I liked that.

“It’s good to know my brother had nice friends,” Jungkook said. “We lived so far apart, we were like strangers.”

When I looked at him he shrugged, staring at a watch he had on his wrist. It looked expensive, more expensive than the money I saved up from the last year of working at the coffee shop.

“You must have a lot of money,” I mumbled. I hoped he didn’t hear me, the words had fallen out of my mouth before I could even stop them.

He laughed, then I laughed nervously. “Moreso, my dad’s money.”

“Speaking of watches...” I stood from Jungkook’s bed, I could feel his eyes following me when I pulled out my phone.

Shit.

It was almost the 2 in the morning, and I hadn’t called my mom to tell her I was coming home late. “I have to go.”

Jungkook nodded and just as I was about to leave I remembered what Jimin told me, then quickly turned back almost tripping over my own feet, to Jungkook who still sat on his bed. “Oh!” I said.

“Why don’t you come over to the coffee shop down town whenever you’re free. Jimin and I work there. You could come whenever you’re bored or-”

“I’d loved to.” he walked over to me smiling. I stared at him for a while before realizing I should say something. “Uh... great,” I said. “Why don’t I give you my number. You can text me if you ever feel like coming over.”

He gave me his number and after we said our awkward goodbyes, mostly coming from me, I left.

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omgxiaoch · 7 years

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Monsta X reaction to their s/o being a very busy university student

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoy reading this! credits to the owners for these gifs :)

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Shownu; Being busy with university never really bothered Shownu though. Once you give him notice that you’ll be busy for a couple of weeks, this appa would totally be supporting you all throughout. He’d actually tell you to take some break or if ever you had any problem you can call him and ask him. Despite not being able to spend time with each other, Shownu would ask you for your schedule and would actually make time for you whenever you’re taking a break. He would also constantly send messages that would literally cheer you on and he would also call you from time to time, asking how you are or have you eaten or just take a break for awhile. Or he’d also be all ears when you have a rant or if you badly need him, he’d be there right away to make you relaxed and stress free.

appa nu (8:32 pm): Hey, [y/n]! I hope you’re doing well. Don’t forget to take a break, okay? I know you can do this and don’t forget to eat alright? I’ll call you in a bit. I love you and I miss you so so much!

appa nu (9:15 pm): Baby, I bought some ice creams and some of your favorite dishes. Do you want me to go there and feed you? Don’t get too stressed okay?

“Babe, how’s studying?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep for 2 straight days oppa and here I am, drinking my 6th coffee and I’ve never been so dead in my entire life.”

“You should take a break, babe. I’ll be there in a few and once I get there, you better be ready to take a break, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. See you soon, I love you and you can do it! Fighting!”

“I love you too!”

Wonho; By the minute Wonho knew that you’ll be busy starting today, he’d be sad. A sulky and pouty Wonho would actually appear. But then he would try to understand that you’re pursuing your dreams and all and that he needs to support you….. another but, he’d be super duper lonely. He would snap you tons of selfies and other stuff that he’s been doing with the boys. And he’d also call you from time to time, reminding you how much he loves you and how much he misses you and how much he’s there to support you with all his heart and soul (lol) and if ever you’re feeling lonely, he’s always available for you.

“Hyung, what are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for the message?”

“What message?”

“Her reply.”

fluffybunny (6:05 pm): hey, baby! I know you’re busy studying and other school-related stuff but I just wanted to say that I miss you so so much and I love you so so much! Fighting! Don’t ever give up, okay? I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I’ll facetime you once you’re free, alright? Lovelots :* xoxo

“What did she say hyung?”

“Here.”

mybaby (6:08 pm): Aww, I love you and I miss you so so much babe! Don’t worry, I’ll be done after an hour or so. I won’t give up, I promise. Thank you babe! *insert smiley face*

Kihyun; Kihyun would actually be clingy to be honest. You weren’t able to message him that often since you’d be at the library, making your thesis paper with your partner or something. But then once you’ll go to their dorm and take a break for a while, he’d be extremely clingy. Back hugging you and all and would even tell you that you’ve become a lot prettier despite looking like a zombie. And when you’re at home while burying yourself in a pile of schoolworks, he’d actually barge in and start cooking some dinner for you since he’s scared that you might starve yourself to death. But then, when you’re away from each other, he’d also send you some texts of encouragement and all.

“Okay…. the axial parts are the head, neck and body while the appendicular skeleton consists of–”

“Babe, I’m home! Do you want some kimchi jiggae?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, just wait for a couple minutes okay? *gives you a kiss on the cheeks*”

cutiehyunnie (11:24 am): Baby, don’t forget to eat okay? I prepared some bento box for you and I placed it inside your bag. Don’t stress yourself out okay? I know that you’re the brightest woman that I’ve ever known and I know that you can ace them all! I love you and just text me when you’re done okay? You don’t need to reply.

cutiehyunnie (4:46 pm): Yah! How come your room is so dirty? Aigoo, now I have to clean all of this. I’ll let you pass this time since you’re busy with university. Come home early, okay?

Minhyuk; This boy would not leave you alone. He’d be at your place whenever you’re home. He’d be playing by himself while you’re busy studying in your room. But then you wouldn’t be able to concentrate since he’ll be bugging you like if you wanted to eat Chinese food or something. However, when you’re at school and you’re busy running the student government, he’d literally send you tons of pictures of him and messages and video messages and voice messages, everything that can send his message! And when you don’t reply, he’d still continue to send you messages. And you’ll actually have 100+ messages coming from him.

“Babe, what do you want to eat?”

“Not now, Minhyuk.”

“Okay…”

“Hey babe–”

“Minhyuk. Not. Now.”

“Okay okay…”

“Babe–”

“Okay fine I want jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk. Now shut up and let me review all these paperworks.”

minmoongie (2:30 pm): BABE I MISS U SO SO MUCH

minmoongie (2:33 pm): Babe, guess what? I just went out to buy some toothbrush and I saw some totoro onesie that you’ve wanted

minmoongie (2:33 pm): So I bought them for you as a reward for your hard work!

minmoongie (2:35 pm): Babe babe, have you eaten already? What do you want for dinner? I can order some chicken and send it to you? Babe, pls reply

Hyungwon; He’d be sad. A sad pepe is a sad pepe. He would totally understand but he’d feel really lonely. So lonely. That a lonely pepe would be born. He wouldn’t be that clingy tho. He’d send you messages from time to time but then there would be times that he’d forget since he would probably fall asleep before sending the message. But then, when he’s able to send you a message, it’d be really flowery. Lol, it’d be a speech. And when he’s at your place, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue doing your paperworks.

pepe (8:46 am): Hey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to reply to you last night since… I fell asleep hehe. Anyways, I hope that my princess was able to eat breakfast today. Don’t forget to shower okay? I want you to fresh and ready to face the world. And don’t forget anything so that you won’t be stressed out later and rush back home to get it, okay? I also hope that you’ll be able to eat your lunch and dinner later. Don’t forget to rest since I don’t want the love of my life to be tired just like me. Anyways, I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you this week! I hope you’ll still be as sexy and beautiful and wonderful like the last time! :*

“Mmm, you’re studying mandarin? *insert hyungwon’s sleepy voice*”

“Yes, babe.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

“No thanks babe. Just sleep, okay? I’ll wake you up once I’m done.”

“Okay. *rests his head on your lap while you study*”

“You’re so warm, babe. *nuzzles his face onto your stomach*”

“I know, I’m hot.”

“Hot like me, yes?”

Jooheon; He’d be really clingy. I mean more clingy compared to the other dudes. He’d constantly send you messages and even just random emojis, cute emojis that looked like him to be exact. Once he calls you, he’d be in full aegyo mode, like legit. Sometimes, he’d also whine when you’re not able to reply back or answer his calls but he’d also be pretty understanding to your situation since there are also times when he’s busy. When you’re able to rest for just a couple of minutes, he’d facetime you right away since he missed every single thing about you. He’d be all smiles when he sees you to be honest.

“Omo, you look so cute with that sweater on babe!”

“It’s the same sweater that I wore yesterday tho.”

“But still, you still look cute hehehe!”

“Whatever babe. Anyways, I miss you.”

“Aww, I miss you more babe! Hey, are you free this Saturday? I want to go on a date with you.”

“I’m so sorry babe, I have a meeting the whole day for our department week.”

“How about dinner?”

“I guess it’s a date then.”

honey (3:21 am): (✿╹◡╹) don’t i look cute?

honey (3:22 am): （＾ω＾）i love you!

honey (3:25 am): ಠ_ಠ < he looks like changkyun lol

I.M; Changkyun would literally be curious with what you’re getting busy with. If it’s about something science-y, he’d literally call you and let you study out loud since he also wants to learn. Sometimes, the random facts that would come out from his mouth would also be part of the test!! Since you’re busy with university, you could rarely message him but then Changkyun on the other hand, has a lot of time in his hand and would constantly send you some random facts and some meme photos of the boys (lol). But then he’d also send you some sweet messages tho.

i.am.changkyun. (10:23 am): Hey [y/n], did you know that the smallest penguin on the planet is only 16 inches tall?! Amazing right?!

i.am.changkyun. (10:26 am): Did you also know that there are more lifeforms living on your skin than there are people on the planet?

i.am.changkyun. sent a photo (11:45 am)

i.am.changkyun. (11:46 am): lololol just look at hyungwon hyung’s face as he devoured the whole turkey leg!!

i.am.changkyun. (8:56 pm): Hey, I know this is out of the blue but I love you and I’ve always believed in you. I miss you already. I can’t wait to hang out with you soon baby! Don’t stress yourself too hard okay? Or else I’ll be forced to stay there for two straight nights ;)

“hey, what are you studying?

“the parts of the frog, why?”

“can you read it out loud? I want to learn about it too!”

“Okay, fine. You’ve never fail to surprise me Changkyun.”

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toodorokii · 7 years

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Like A Beacon Light - 1

title: Like A Beacon Light pairing: side pair Yagi Toshinori/Tsukauchi Naomasa rating: T warning: canon-related violence, past child neglect

i saw this prompt by @the-button-harlequin a long time ago and decided to give it a shot because it’s so cute and we all need Mama Inko giving Shimura Tenko the love that he deserves growing up. i changed the premise a ‘lil bit so that Inko adopting Tenko when he was a baby.

this is an ongoing story so, enjoy!

title is from Mother’s Love by Jennifer O’Brien

[on AO3] | [read from the start]

Inko - Age 20

The child welfare works was just as hard and grueling as the work of pro-heroes. This wasn’t an opinion of one child welfare worker, Midoriya Inko, who had been spending two years dealing with the worst characters in the history of humanity.

This was a fact.

Since the emergence of Quirk, there had been increasing rate of parents giving up their child to the child welfare institutions. At the beginning, it was parents who didn’t want child born with Quirk. These days, people would easily give their child away when they failed to manifest their Quirk, or were born with dangerous or heteromorphic-type Quirk.

The Child Welfare Department worked tirelessly day and night to establish new laws, build more orphanages, and hired more professionally trained caregivers. They went as far to hire retired heroes who still wanted to serve the society. But the rate of parents giving up their children was still tragically high.

It created a stigma that the institutionalized children were outcasts born with villainous Quirk, doomed to go down a villain’s path.

Inko often saw them coming home crying after being bullied at school. This inspired her to make a scrapbook about heroes with ‘villainous’ Quirk and heteromorphic-type Quirk and showed them whenever she came visiting. She went as far to ask the heroes to sign her scrapbook and hired them on special occasion, like Golden Week and Shichi-Go-San.

Sometimes, these didn’t work. The caretakers still complained about how the older kids came home bruised and withdrawn. It made the caretakers worried that they might become a villain for real. They worked really hard to reach out and offer help. Sometimes those who were too bitter and jaded aged out of the system and became villains. They were never be seen again.

During field work, Inko often had to pick up a crying, screaming toddler while the parents signed the document with unabashed relief on their face. She put her most soothing smile and reassuring words and warm hugs for the child.

When she started working, she used to think that it was probably for the best of the child. The parents were not as trained as her, so maybe if the child stayed with them it would do them all more harm than good.

Now, she couldn’t really say for sure.

Sometimes, there were children dropped off at the doorstep of the orphanage, sometimes in the middle of the night where nobody was around. This was the first time, however, that a baby was dropped off at Inko’s own doorstep.

She lived in a house that she inherited from her parents. It was in a better part of the city, but it wasn’t big; it was pretty nondescript, in fact. She wondered how did someone find out where she lived, or what she worked as. She hoped that whoever dropped the child on her doorstep simply chose her house on random and not because she was being stalked.

The baby was bundled in an oversized coat and covered in blood. She could only see the tuft of their hair peeking from the fold of fabric, a pretty white color spattered in red. Inko would have thought they were dead if not for the weak whimpers coming from the bundle.

Maybe it wasn’t her brightest idea, not calling the cops right away. She would, later, but for now it would have to wait. She had a baby to take care of.

Gently, she lifted the bundle and a scrap of paper fell to the ground. Inko picked it up and read ‘Tenko - please care’ written in scribbly handwriting. No surname, no contact information, nothing. A surge of anger burned in her. What kind of parent discarding their own child like some kind of unwanted animal?

Well, the child’s name was written in kanji. At least, that was something… She hoped that the child’s name was in the civil registry or something. That would make her work finding the child’s lineage a little bit easier. Probably.

Opening up the bundle, it took everything in her not to scream bloody murder. The baby’s face was completely covered in blood. Inko was never a squeamish person, but the implication that someone lost that much blood made her stomach twist. She sincerely hoped that it was someone else’s blood, and not the baby’s.

“Alright then, let’s get you cleaned up”, she whispered, steeling herself. She carried the child to the kitchen and grabbed some baby toiletries--grateful that she always kept some baby supplies at home in case she was needed somewhere close to her house and had no time to get back to the orphanage.

While waiting for the sink to fill with warm water, she took a blood sample from the baby’s cheek with a cotton swab and put it in a ziplock bag, to be given away to the cops later as evidence. Hopefully, it would help them identify the owner of the blood.

The baby, Tenko, was revealed to be a boy, probably a year old if not older, and had too little baby fat to her liking. When Inko poked into the boy’s mouth to see his teeth, he squirmed and opened his eyes for the first time. Beautiful red eyes like the color of red spider lilies stared back at her.

“Hello”, Inko cooed. The boy blinked, but didn’t make any noises; instead, he moved his hand as if to suck his bloody thumb. Wincing slightly, Inko gently held his wrist down. “No, not before we clean this up, okay?”

She worked quickly to wipe the blood and grime away. This wasn’t an easy task, as the baby was fully intent on squirming away from her grasp, all while crying loudly as if the whole bathing process hurt him. All attempts to calm him down was met with an even louder wail, accompanied with hitting and kicking.

She was relieved as more skin was revealed and the baby didn’t seem to sustain any injury, though it was short-lived as Tenko increased his struggle when she tried to put on a diaper. Thinking that he might be hungry, Inko put him down on a blanket spread over the couch then quickly prepared the formula.

Tenko calmed down as he sucked, much to Inko’s relief; but then he grabbed the bottle with his tiny fingers, and it disintegrated.

It began with dark tiny cracks, like veins on old leaves, before the plastic crumbled like ashes between his fingers. She was quick enough to pull what remained of it from Tenko’s grasp, but by then, the milk already spilled over the yellow onesie she put on him.

His Quirk, was Inko’s first thought.

She didn’t want to think what it did to whoever owned the blood on the boy.

“I guess that’s why you don’t like to be touched, huh?” Inko wondered aloud as she changed his clothes and cleaned the mess on her couch. At least, nobody got hurt, though she could tell that Tenko was just as surprised as her.

Once Tenko cried himself to sleep, Inko called the cops. A middle-aged detective with graying hair and his partner arrived in a cruiser not long after. She told them everything in precise details about how her morning was. The detective seemed upset when she got to the part where she cleaned up the baby.

“Please don’t do that next time. I know you did it for the sake of the baby, but you might be also tampering with the evidence”, he said.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to make sure if he’s injured or not.” Then, she remembered. “But I keep some of the blood on a cotton swab. And there’s the coat wrapping the baby.”

“That might help. Can you also give us the piece of paper that you found? We might be able to find something on it”, the detective nodded.

After handing the items to the detective’s partner, Inko shared her concerns about the possibility of someone stalking her; but the number of people who could be stalking her was too big. She’d been working for two years, after all, and handling quite a lot of cases. In the end, the detective couldn’t offer anything but speculations and he promised to give updates once they found something more substantial.

“In the meantime, you should probably bring him to a hospital to get him checked”, the detective said as he was preparing to leave.

“I know. I’m going to do it after this”, Inko replied. “I just got him calmed down. He hates being touched.”

“We can offer you a ride to the--Muraoka Hospital is the nearest, right?” the detective asked his partner, who nodded in affirmation.

Inko accepted the ride.

The ride to the hospital was blessedly short, which Inko was infinitely grateful because Tenko began to fuss. She expected him to be exhausted enough to sleep a little bit longer, but apparently that wasn’t happening. The detective and his partner spared her empathetic look as they dropped her on the lobby.

Dr. Asagiri, one of the pediatric ward, knew Inko due to her work in child welfare service and frequent visits. It only took them one look at the fussy baby in Inko’s arms before they ushered her inside.

The examinations took a little bit longer than expected. Tenko was fully awake and absolutely hated being handled. At one point, he puked on the front of Inko’s dress and disintegrated his blanket, which in turn made him even more upset. Finally, one of the nurses had the bright idea to wrap a bright hero-themed bandaid on his thumbs and distracted him with a dinosaur plushie. He calmed a bit after that, but Inko wondered if he just ran out of energy.

Inko excused herself to change her clothes and called her boss. Her boss understood her situation and promised to find a good orphanage for Tenko. It would take awhile, though, as some of the orphanages were already overcrowded or severely understaffed. In the end, Inko agreed to foster Tenko indefinitely.

When she came back to the pediatric ward, she found Tenko asleep on the examination table, the dinosaur plushie hugged tight to his chest. She took a seat across Dr. Asagiri, carefully pulling the chair so she wouldn’t wake the boy. Then, Dr. Asagiri shared the result of her examinations.

As Inko previously guessed, Tenko was a bit underweight, though a specialized diet would be able to fix it in no time. Thankfully, there was no sign of physical abuse or health problem. What was concerning, though, Tenko seemed to have a developmental delay in speech and motor skills--he still couldn’t form words or stand unassisted.

“It could be anything; neurological disorder, learning disability, psychological trauma, parental neglect. You said the cops are handling the case?” Dr. Asagiri asked.

“Yes. The detective promised to give me updates”, Inko nodded.

“I see… Keep observing him if he also has social, emotional, or cognitive delay”, was all Dr. Asagiri told her in the end.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #midoriya inko #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #arkawrites #-unbetaed #LABL #LABL verse

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ew-trash · 7 years

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Future Edd x Present Reader. I remember

(Just a heads up this is longer than I thought it was gonna be I got caught up in writing Edds memories and such I went over board with the memory part I’m sorry.)

“Hello there! I’m (y/n) I was looking into your ad for a new roommate? I was hoping I could get the room? We could be roomMATES, get it... I’m sorry I’m nervous” “I’m Edd, this is Tom and Matt so far you’re the only one who answered so come in I’ll show you around” I remembered your beautiful eyes, nervous smile and awkward movement. ~~

“ Why don't some couples go to the gym? Because some relationships don't work out” I’d spew puns it even if no one else liked them I liked them and so did you, you would like them and then try your hardest to throw a joke back at me.

“ I'd tell you a chemistry joke but I know I wouldn't get a reaction” You tried a pun and you laughed and laughed and I remembered I knew I was in love with you.

“Hey haha, um say (y/n) I was wondering if maybe we could go out...the two of us minus Tom and Matt..go see a movie...get some food...dinner food o-or lunch food” I tried to ask you out I found it hard with my stomach twisting and my chest tightening your cheeks went red after a moment staring at me, the smile you gave me made my stomach untwist and I knew it was gonna be okay.

“Yes I would love to go out, I-I mean go see a movie with you and eat food...food is nice, pick me up at six infront of my door?” You laughed softly, you lived with us but it still made me laugh and of course I agreed. “Don’t be late Edd, I know where you sleep” You joked again and kissed my cheek as you walked away to get ready. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I remember these feelings. ~~~~~ “I, love you Edd” You told me your face was red and you avoided eye contact hands rubbing together nervously we’ve been dating for awhile now maybe six months and you finally blurted what I wanted to say, we kissed a little while back and my heart exploded when you told me you loved me it felt even better than the kisses and cuddles and terrible jokes we shared.

“I love you too” I sputtered and laughed I couldn’t help myself, you didn’t know how much you meant to me...you were my world.

“You two should get a room” Tom said walking by and of course,

“I think we will” I joked tugging you close to me and your face was so red I couldn’t help joke more about it and kiss your face and tell you over and over more quietly “I love you”...I loved you..so darn much. I remember you smiling bright and we sat there telling each other the same thing over and over I remember meaning every word. ~~~ I asked you to marry me and you almost burst into tears and started to laugh you never gave me an answer though and I felt my heart sink when you held out your finger to me and said “No I can’t” I was crushed but then you got on your knee before me.

“I wanted to ask you if you would marry me” You said taking out a small velvet box and opened it to a ring that would easily fit my finger. “You ruined the surprise Edd and beat me too it” You laughed looking at the ring you got me.

“Ask me” I urged you giving you the most serious look I could muster. “Edd, I’d....be the happiest human alive if you would, want to of course..marry me? Please” You were to busy crying and giggling to think of a proper way to ask me..was that proper? Probably I was going to say the same. “Only if you’ll have me” I remember when you nodded and gave me your ring and my ring to you. ~~~

There you were walking towards me between the two rows of people. Tom stood beside me telling me how amazing you looked in what you wore, we had a small argument on who would walk down the isle since well you know...we both asked if you would marry me eventually you gave up and I’m so glad you did...

“They’re beautiful” I whispered to Tom who nodded, he had goggles he wore that replaced his old eyes blinked, it was something we had to get use to but Tom was gonna be fine he can still see, you reached us the biggest smile on your lips your eyes were so bright you “lit” up my world haha..

“You look amazing Edd” You whispered and stole my lips even before the father who was about to wed us could ask us for our vows. “One last kiss before we get married..then we can have wedded kissing, I’m sorry I’m nervous”

I remember saying I Do never once looking away from you, you said I do before the man who was trying to wed us finished asking you... I also remember the uh night...we had shared together as a married couple. ~~~ “Well that sucks” You said reading the paper you told me about the cola

And oh boy did I drop to my knees in defeat. I was being over dramatic but for a GOOD reason, cola being outlawed the one thing that I loved most..drink wise in the world was gone..until you came out of the basement and gave me a can and told me to drink it in the bathroom.

I remember how you and I sat in the tub drinking cola breaking the stupidest law. ~~ “We should have kids” You said suddenly out of the blue, we never talked about it but right now you really obviously wanted one..even in a time like this where everything was slowly falling apart...Tom and Matt joined the red army....

“If...you’re ready than I’m ready” I said softly a smile took over my lips...I can teach them the art of puns and terrible jokes. Perfect the Edd legacy will continue! Tonight was date night and it was my turn to take you out, you waited outside for me a wide broad smile on your lips you took my hand and off we went....But...later that day..I remember how someone hurt you and... ~~~~~

You were in the hospital you didn’t have a lot of time we both knew it, The wounds you got from the soldier was to much and the doctors couldn’t do anything about it...you were dying and I couldn’t do anything about it. They did close the wound but there was nothing else they could do for you.

“Why the long face?” You asked me your smile that never failed light up the room never faded...Weren’t you afraid? I was....

“You’re....dying” Dying...you were going to leave me all alone. ...Did it hurt? It hurt me a lot..it felt like dying just...

“I know, I am Edd, They did what they could darling” You tried to look brave but the tears you shed only made it hurt more. “I’ll be okay though”

Looking around I gently moved you over minding your wounds while I crawled into the small bed that was only ever meant for one person but I made it work and you put your head on my shoulder a hand in yours we talked for awhile...even in this state you made jokes and laughed the hardest at your jokes and the ones I tried, it wasn't easy for me to joke along..I was losing my world the jokes stopped you still smiled though...You reached up cupping my cheek before you stole a kiss from me...your lips warm. You reached up to touch my cheek a hand cupping the ruff scruff I’ve been growing...you said you liked it so I kept it just the way you liked it.

“Hey, Remember when....we went to space? That was so much fun, sure the Aliens weren’t to happy with Matt but hey we had a blast..or I did.” You asked me. “I wonder if I’ll be among the stars again”

“Yeah, and you’ll be the brightest...and I’ll know it’s you” “You’re such a cheese ball”

it got quiet among us for awhile, you cuddled into me mumbling words I couldnt understsnd and sighed softly

“I love you” You said nothing back the arm around my stomach loose..I didnt notice until I looked down at you, your eyes were closed you made no movement and your smile dropped ever so slightly...

And I remember knowing that you were gone....

I remember dying with you. ~~~~~~~~

It was a year after and I..couldn’t do this with out you anymore...I decided, it was time that I killed myself... Literally like go back in time... ~~ Present day

I remember.....”Wait, That was an insult!”

~~~~

Rain pounded against the glass relentlessly creating unending steady streams of water to slip down the large window that faced the streets, Lightening cracked and thunder boomed making the house rumble under it mighty crash and the best part? Your housemates and friends are stuck out there in that intense weather probably getting soaked to the bone out there walking with no umbrella that you told them to take with but of course denied it because “It wasn’t going to rain” you guys lived IN England where it rained often either it be summer or sprint it would rain.

Perhaps you should make them and yourself, some hot chocolate something warm for them so when they get back they can relax while you casually sip look at them and say “I told you so” cause you did tell them so!

Just as you were finishing up with making the warm drinks the boys burst in and slammed the door behind them you walked over with a trey offering them the drinks Edd took the trey and set it down quickly spilling and tipping over a cup in the process.

“No time we have to go” Edd stated locking the door. “Grab what you need and lets go” “okay, but why?” You asked following him.

“Someone is trying to kill me” He stated grabbing his lucky cola can and shoved it into his pocket taking your hand he walked towards the garage quickly.

“Uh, Open!.Access” You heard a voice at the door and stopped to look out the window.

“Uh, He looks like you just taller and older” You said and Edd nodded like yeah, didn’t say it was him though.

He urged you into one of the small red cars everyone all strapped in and ready to go, “Broccoli!” the man outside cried and the garage door...or wall opened the four of you drove out Edd blasting music and swaying along with it, you looked over at the unknown man he aimed a funny gun at you then lowered it when he met your eyes, he stepped forward almost reaching out for you his hard expression had fallen and he looked...like a broken man, for whatever reason it hurt you but you all continued to drive on towards a restaurant.

You stared out the window mindlessly while everyone else got something to eat and drink you just ended up getting what Edd got to busy lost in your mind to look at the menu, that man looked everything like your partner..but his eyes were sad whatever fire in them was meant for one thing and from what Tom said it was to end Edd.

“Hi Edd” You looked up when the door crashed open and you stood from your seat when the man thats been chasing you lot walked in looking over at you four he glared at Edd for a moment but when he looked at you his eyes softening he slowly walked over and you stood up like nah man no ones hurting your partner.

“(Y/n) move I’m not here for you” He demanded.

“No what the hell is going on!” You asked and he flinched.

“I don’t want to live in a world where it’s soda free and with out....with out“ He stared at you, he couldn’t finish what he was trying to say... “And so past Edd must die”

“How do I know, past Edd? What?”

He took out a cola can attached to a chain explaining the contents of it and...well it’s, it was Edd just taller and not shaven he grabbed his gun and aimed at Edd

“Wouldn’t that create some sort of paradox?” Edd asked.

“Don’t be stupid that only happens in the movies” He cliched out a little bit, Edd grabbed the giant litter of cola shook it and sprayed the older Edd the four of you rushed off you looked back slowing down and walked out of the building.

short time skip~

You sat in the little red car waiting for the three, one their way back future Edd and ..other Edds’ showed up, getting out of the car you walked over carefully after the past Edds ran, something has been on your mind.

“Edd?” The two Edd’s looked at you. “Where am I in the future?” It....you just had to know, There was a future Tom and a future Matt standing off to the side so...then where were you?

The look in future Edds eyes alerted you, a look of a man who lost it all...everything that meant the world to him and you knew....

“I’m....dead” You uttered..How? Why? “Was I in..pain?” “No, you died with...You” He lowered his gun bowing his head the way he clenched his teeth and the look of a man about to cry broke your heart. “I can’t live with out you...you were only gone a year but it hurts...so much...that’s why I’m here to kill my past self so he wouldn’t...so I wouldn’t have to lose you”

“By the looks of it I died a long time from now” You walked up to him cupping his cheeks. “Oh that’s weird the scruff, I like it. Honey....what happen..happened and you must live on for it...you obviously had one heck of a life with me..don’t throw that away” You got him to look at you, man he really got tall.

“I can’t...I can’t, not with out you” He whispered running a large hand through your hair a shattering inhale and a whimper left his lips....he forgot what you felt like..how soft your hair was he touched your cheeks how plump they are oh God.... “Come back” He sobbed. Your chest tightened...Edd must of really loved you. “Please, (Y/n) Don’t make me go back to a world without you in it”

“Hey buddy get your hands off m-” Edd started but Tom just tugged him back.

“I can’t...but the best you can do for me...for us Edd is to keep going, I love you and I’m sure if my future self was around they’d be so upset with you” You ignored the scrap going on behind you between Edd Tom Matt and their futures.

Future Edd hugged around your waist sitting on his knees before you his hold tight, you watched them fight over the time machine...Edds gonna suffer a lot but he’s gonna make good memories, you’ll suffer if Edd dies there was no win win but...he had you longer than you had him. “If you love me, don’t let go” You looked down at Edd who just stared up at you tears stained his cheeks. “How....did I die?”

“We went out...it was date night we were.....when I was looking...someone came and..you refused to give you wallet so they...” He struggled on what he wanted to say...You just nodded understand Matt looked at you holding the little time machine he just smiled and disappeared another flash of light came up right after Matt left.

“Edd.....honey....let’s go home”

Edd looked behind him at a familiar face and...

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You all sat on the couch watching TV with Matt on the channel you sat there arms crossed and grinned. Edd about to say something about Matt only to smile wide “I love Matt!”

You looked around the room something felt odd but....everything just felt right

Turning you looked out to the window where the rain pounded against the glass relentlessly creating unending steady streams of water to slip down the large window that faced the streets, Lightening cracked and thunder boomed making the house rumble under it mighty crash.

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You went outside and talked with someone while you waited for me, I don’t know what they said but you came inside and decided perhaps we’ll just have take out....I remember watching a boy that kind of looked like an old friend walk away and disappear... ~~~~~~

I remember when I first saw our daughter smile at me and how you rocked in the chair on the porch holding her against your chest. ~~~~

I remember....

(hi yes I’m sorry for the terrible end I hope this was okay I don’t usually write sad shit but there you go anon)

#this is badly done #I'm heavily sorry #i didn't mean to go over board #eddsworld #angst #edd ew #ew #edd eddsworld #xreader

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