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ptergwen · 3 years

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy type thing based on the gif of ur navigation page. Ya know the scene in the movie where he can see whos doing what on their phones? and maybe the reader is like talking about their crush on him? i think tht woukd be a rly cool concept. but you dont have to do it if you dont want to :)

this is really cute omg i never would’ve thought of it either :,)

i couldn’t find the gif in question but close enough

“i have access to the entire stark global security network, including multiple defense satellites,” edith tells peter as he looks around the bus through his glasses. “as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks,” she adds on. peter’s eyes go wider, images of his classmates’ and teachers’ phones popping up.

“woah,” he mumbles to himself. he can see people’s texts, google searches, everything. peter can’t help but be curious about what you’re up to. you’re sitting alone and kind of hunched over in your seat, so he assumes your phone is out. that gives him an idea.

“um, edith?” peter asks for his new... friend. she responds almost immediately. “yes, peter?” “what’s y/n doing?” your picture, name, and a view of your screen show up in his glasses. “i can’t believe that worked” he mutters and glances over at you again in person. you sit a few rows ahead of him.

he’d wanted to sit with you for the ride, but dimitri wouldn’t let him. something about blowing his cover.

peter focuses in on your screen again. you’re texting mj, in long paragraphs, and her messages back are just as lengthy. it seems like it’s a pretty personal conversation. maybe he shouldn’t be snooping on you. “edith, could you-“ his heart beats a little faster when he sees his name come up. he’s technically not snooping if it’s about him.

“yes, peter?” edith prompts him. “never mind,” he dismisses her, wanting to find out why he was mentioned. he sneaks a quick peek at mj to make sure she hasn’t caught on. she has a habit of always being in his business. she’s across the bus with brad next to her, so she hasn’t picked up on the fact that peter is watching you two.

chewing on your bottom lip, you type out your next message. peter jumps in his seat as it flashes across the screen.

you

i really like him and i thought he liked me too but he’s been kind of like... idk avoiding me the whole trip?

“i’m not avoiding her!” peter whisper yells, biting the inside of his cheek while he waits for mj to reply. it then hits him what you said in the first part. you like him. not just like him, really like him. he could pass out right now and call this a dream. he’s been crushing on you for a while, but he was too scared to say something. this is definitely a confidence booster.

wdym avoiding you? he’s been ditching the whole class y/n/n. kinda sus if u ask me

you

stopppp 😭 maybe he has something going on bc he’s been weird since before we left

uh he’s been weird his whole life

peter purses his lips at that, eyebrows furrowed in offense. he can’t believe nick fury is ruining his love life. or, the potential of him having a love life. you could’ve been cuddled up next to him and listening to music together right now. he’d made a playlist for the trip of both your favorite songs, that specific reason being why.

but, no. nothing that isn’t superhero related can ever go peter’s way. he’s had enough of fury and his team controlling him.

you

i don’t wanna get dramatic or whatever but should i just give up? if peter is busy i don’t wanna overwhelm him

“thanks, edith. you can stop showing me now,” peter decides, getting up from his seat before he loses his nerve to. he makes his way through the aisle and over to you. “i said all kids stay seated!” dimitri scolds him with a stern look through the front mirror. he doesn’t actually care if people get up, he just wants to keep peter away from everyone else. good thing he’s the one driving so he can’t do anything about it.

“sorry!” peter calls back, making you look up from your phone. giving him a lopsided smile, you quickly shut it off. you didn’t expect him to be the rule breaker getting yelled at. “hey,” you greet him. “hey. can i sit with you?” peter smiles back, without the nervousness. he already knows your feelings are mutual.

you scoot closer to the window so there’s more room. “yeah, always.” “thanks,” he breathes out a laugh and takes his seat. “i like your glasses. when did you get those?” you compliment, loving the way the blue frames sit on his face. peter squints at you. “glasses? what glasses- oh.” he’d forgotten to take them off before coming over. great, now he needs an excuse.

“they... they, um, at this store in venice...” that’s all he can come up with. you’re guessing the glasses have something to do with his stress lately, and you’re not far off. you let him leave it at that. “well, they look really good on you. really really good,” you laugh and get a laugh of relief out of peter as well. “thank you, y/n/n.” “you’re welcome.” you’re grinning for real now, and being the cause of it makes peter so happy.

he’s ready to shoot his shot.

“do you wanna, um, listen to music with me?” peter asks softly over the loud rumbling of the bus. “i made a playlist... for us.” for us. him coming over here, thinking of you like that, the doubts you were having earlier are starting to fade away. you nod, a giggle slipping out of you. “yeah, we can share my earbuds. thanks, peter.”

you unzip your backpack and grab them, peter biting back another grin. this is working out exactly how he wanted it to. you hold out an earbud to him and put yours in. peter does the same, adjusting his while both of you move in so the wire doesn’t stretch. yup, that’s why. definitely not so you two can be closer.

“can i plug these in?” peter asks, taking the connecting end of the wire. “mhm,” you hum and watch him put it into his phone. he opens up spotify and goes to his playlist, titled with a smiley face and every pink heart emoji. that brings yet another smile to your face. “aw, that’s cute,” you comment, taking a leap of faith and resting your head on peter’s shoulder.

peter hits shuffle and makes a move of his own by resting his head on yours. he lowers the music a bit so he can say something to you, confess to you what he finally has the courage to you. “hey, y/n?” he mumbles, waiting for you to look at him. you already were. “i like you.” you settle into peter even more and let out a content sigh. “i like you, too.”

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levi-ish · 3 years

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Little Talks | 3

Pairing: Bartender!Levi X Reader

Genre: [+18] Slice of life, drama, romance, fluff, smut

Words: 4k

Warnings: Alcohol, cheating mentions, drugs, cussing

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You [18:21PM]: idk what to wear, help!!!

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:21PM]: u dont need to go all fancy, its just us.

Sash [18:22PM]: wdym??? Its my bday bitch, fuck yea go all out. i am wearing my best dress.

Annes [18:23PM]: whats the point if ur gonna throw up all over it

Sash [18:23PM]: im gonna be hot, that’s the point.

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:24PM]: where are we going again?

Sash [18:24PM]: that same bar from ur bday, (y/n) suggested it

Annes [18:24PM]: my friend works there

You [18:25PM]: ur friend? Jean?

Annes [18:25PM]: yea, we had chem together last semester. hes rich.

Sash [18:26PM]: ohhh I remember him hes the hot bartender. didnt (y/n) make out w him?

You [18:26PM]: wtf i did not

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:26PM]: he was kinda cute

Sash [18:27PM]: ok im gonna shower

Annes [18:27PM]: aren’t we gonna meet at 9?

Sash [18:28PM]: it takes long to look this good also nic is bringing my present and I wanna look good for him

You [18:29PM]: aww cute

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:29PM]: just finishing up some work then im getting ready

You [18:30PM]: are we meeting in the front or are we carpooling?

Mikasa-tu-casa [18:30PM]: annie said armin was going to pick us up

Annes [18:31PM]: he is

You [18:31PM]: see you there then

You took a last glance at the mirror, adjusting your hair so not one strand would be out of place. Two sprays of perfume on your neck and inside your tan sweater and you were ready, running your hands through your skirt to eliminate any wrinkles as you sat on the sofa and scrolled through your phone as you waited for your friends to pick you up.

It took longer than usual to get dressed tonight; you wanted to look good. After the drunken rendezvous with Jean and Levi, you felt too ashamed to come back to the bar, but something inside you bubbled in warmth when you thought about how those strong arms held your hazy frame, holding you close and breaths mingling together…

A honk from outside took you away from your thoughts and you shook your head, grabbing your keys and leaving the apartment.

You entered the white car and found Annie and Armin on the front seats, saluting you as you hugged Mikasa that was sitting in the back.

“Where’s Sasha?” you asked and Annie looked over her shoulder.

“She said something about her present taking a little longer, but she’s joining us later” you nodded and hugged your body as you watched the outside run by while Armin drove carefully.

The drive to the bar wasn’t long, but every little second seemed to last ages; heart pounding inside your chest and hands slightly shaking as they hugged your body. Armin and Mikasa were making small talk as you kept on thinking about Levi, and how everything changed the second he touched you. He surely was a handsome man, and you liked how he seemed to care even if it was in his own weird way.

As you arrived, Sasha was already waiting in the front and with her arms open to hug you three. Armin gave the girl a small hug and kissed Annie’s cheek before leaving you girls to enjoy your night. It was Friday, so the place was bubbling with people from the inside out, some smoking outside and some were at the door, drinking from their bottles as they talked about stuff and laughed loudly.

You were fading away slowly from the conversation as the girls talked about multiple stuff, you didn’t want to be like that, but your whole head was full of anxiety and thoughts about the short man, hoping to see those grey eyes and enjoy his presence from afar. Maybe you would even have the chance to apologize for giving him trouble.

Sasha led the way and found you guys an empty booth, sitting by your side as Annie and Mikasa sat in front of you, and your eyes kept wandering around, trying to spot him. You saw Jean, mixing drinks without any skill and the other person behind the counter, hair up in a ponytail and talking using a lot of hand gestures. You didn’t remember their name though; it was something like Zoey?

You offered to get their drinks and excused yourself to the counter, walking slowly as you kept looking around for just a sight of the man, unsuccessfully. Jean seemed to be busy so the other bartender found you and introduced themselves as Hange, getting excited over how the night was buzzing. You noticed how they exchanged some looks with the busy man, but didn’t make too much of it, ordering the first round of shots and beer for you and Mikasa — plus some hot wings for Sasha because you knew she would be hungry.

Hange handed you the beers and said they would get the other things ready for you at the table, so you went back to your friends.

“Hey, (y/n)” Sasha snapped her fingers in front of you and let out a small chuckle. “What’s up with you?”

“Huh?” You shook your head slightly, gripping the sleeves of your top in your palms. “Uh, nothing, just looking around.”

“More like looking for someone” Annie observed, keeping her hands in front of her mouth as she talked.

“Ohh, is it the hot bartender?” Sasha leaned on the table, watching your face closely.

“Jean or Levi?” Mikasa asked, letting out a small yawn.

Wait, what?

“How do you know Levi?” you frowned as Annie excused herself to go to the bathroom.

“You mean my cousin, Levi?” she crossed her arms over her chest and gave you a curious look. “The one who owns this place?”

Fuck, what?

Levi owns the bar?

Well, he was always the one to close the place.

Wait, fuck.

He’s Mikasa’s cousin?

That kinda made sense, at some point. He looked like Mikasa to some extent, same cheekbones and the same cold stare. God, now that you learned that new piece of information, things started to fit together more and more.

But the real question was, where is Levi?

“So it’s Levi then” Sasha pointed out, seeping on her beer while Hange came with the shots and placed them on the table with an excited screech.

“What are we celebrating?” They clapped happily, looking between you.

[…]

It started playing some Akon song when you guys downed your fifth shot for the night. Sasha was on her third plate of hot wings, stuffing her face while sauce accumulated on the sides of her mouth. Annie had that blush around her cheeks and was playing with a straw she put on her beer mug, twirling it around her fingers and humming to the rhythm of the music. Mikasa didn’t seem drunk at all to the naked eye, but the way she giggled from time to time was a signal that the alcohol was getting through.

You stopped looking a long time ago, knowing that Levi wasn’t around and wallowing in your misery wouldn’t do you any favors — you just hated that you had dressed at the thought of him being there.

The bar was already emptying, the buzz of conversations dissipating as you gulped the rest of your mug, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ah, there is my favorite client” you heard a voice approaching, turning right away to see where it was coming from only to find Jean already folding his black apron. “Ohh, Annie, you’re also here. Haven’t seen you since… chem? Still mad I cheated from you?”

The blonde rolled her eyes and sipped on her beer. “You’re lucky I didn’t snitch.”

“Don’t be like that” he smiled as he scooped closer to you, resting an arm around your shoulders. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your other friends, (y/n)?”

“That’s Mikasa and that’s Sasha” you pointed at them and they gave small waves.

“It’s my birthday!” The ponytail girl exclaimed, giving him a small full of sauce. “Put some wings on the house!”

“That’s not how it works” Jean smiled shyly, turning his attention on you. “Unless…”

The girls did the same, all staring between you two in confusion.

“Unless what?!” You frowned, pushing the empty mug forward.

“We can put it on lover boy’s tab. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” the ash blond man gave you a little jab with his elbow and a shake of brows.

You blushed profusely. What?

“Oh! You mean Mikasa’s cousin?” Sasha put a finger under her chin, looking as if she was thinking hard. “What’s his name again?”

“ARE WE TALKING ABOUT LEVI?” you heard a scream coming from the counters and all your heads turned at once.

Hange jumped over the wooden surface and rushed to your table, putting both their hands in front of your group.

“I heard… oof” putting a hand to their chest, they exhaled loudly, rubbing a droplet of sweat from their forehead as they scooted closer to Mikasa’s side, earning a confused look from the girl, “I heard we were talking about Levi.”

“Hey! It’s my birthday!” Sasha cleaned her hands with some napkins and pushed the small, stained bowl in front of the new bartender. “What about some wings on the house?”

Everyone gave the girl a quick glance.

“Oh, oh, oh! Jean!” Hange threw their hands in the air. “Is she the girl?”

“Huh?” You frowned, feeling blush creep onto your cheeks as small chills ran over your body.

“Shouldn’t you guys be working?” Annie asked and they shuddered their shoulders at the same moment it was almost comical. “Hm.”

“What do you mean ‘the girl’”? Mikasa played with the rim of her mug, biting her lip as she seemed to try to understand the situation.

“Jean’s been telling me things” the other bartender wiggled their brows at you teasingly.

“What’s even there to tell?” You now shifted in place, feeling annoyed. “God, he’s been a friend to me lately, what else?”

The ash blond licked his teeth and leaned over you, arm grabbing you closer to his body as he pointed at your nose.

“Makes sense, but at the same time, you’re the only girl Levi has been hanging around since he—”

With a hard slap on the mouth, Hange shut Jean before he could say anything else.

“JEAN!” they screeched, looking distressed. “Not your story to tell.”

With that, they stood from the booth and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt, giving you girls a big smile.

“We are closing in 20, I’ll bring another round of beer for you.”

“Wait!” Sasha stopped them and stood from the table; eyes desperate as the remaining people hanging around the bar. “What about the wings on the house?!”

Soon, you were finished celebrating, going over gossip and laughing about nostalgic moments you had spent together earlier in life, and cringing over some other memories, like when you hooked up with Reiner once, or how Mikasa used to fawn over Eren to the point she would even do his homework without asking twice.

After the last round, you split the bill and sang a short ‘happy birthday’ to the brunette that was kind of bummed because she didn’t get her so desired hot wings, and then everyone started to call their rides. Mikasa was sharing an uber with Annie since Armin must’ve been sleeping at the time and Sasha called Niccolo, since they still had to celebrate, she said — you had a feeling that he would have to cook another dish for her to compensate for the wings.

“Are you coming?” Mikasa asked you, tugging on her red scarf as she gathered her stuff from the table.

“No, I gotta go through my tab with Jean” you told them as they were standing, clearly flushed from the drinks. “You guys go, I’ll see you back on Sunday for brunch.”

Annie and Mikasa gave you another look to confirm if you were really staying behind and you just nodded with a small smile while Sasha ran to her boyfriend as he entered the bar, almost dropping him to the floor.

You were sure to stay, now feeling more sober since you didn’t drink as much as usual, still not over the hangover from last time — you became too intimate with your toilet.

“Take care” Annie pointed her chin at you, turning to leave.

Now there were only you and the last two bartenders present. Hange was cleaning some things while Jean yawned, looking half-dead as he threw some old peanuts in the trash. You walked there and sat on the small stool, giving them both a short grin.

“You’re still here? Jesus, woman, just go home” Jean snapped and Hange threw a rag at him.

“Don’t talk to her like that” they grabbed the rag from the floor and washed it on the sink before returning to their chores. “(y/n), is it?”

You nodded and they leaned back on the counter, too close to comfort.

“So, tell me. What’s your secret?” They whispered the last part, covering their mouth with the back of their hand as Jean rolled his eyes.

Leaning back from the fixated stare, you gave them an awkward smile, knowing exactly where the conversation would lead once more. The jukebox now played Bennie and The Jets as you tried to think of something to run away from the interrogatory.

“Are you being paid to work or to harass clients?” A familiar voice came from behind you, making you thank whatever god was above.

Hange and Jean rose their eyes and exchanged the same looks from the beginning of the night, making your whole body flush with the sudden heat. You tried to focus on anything else, too scared to turn away and find those grey eyes that you wanted so much to get lost inside; the same skin you once touched and felt under fingertips; the same hair that would tickle those thin eyebrows and complement the intense stare he always had stamped on his face, the—

“It’s 4AM, why are you still here?” He asked, now you felt the presence of his body behind yours and you were trapped. There was nowhere else to run.

Slowly turning on the stool, you licked your lips and rose your eyes, now gazing back at him, trying hard not to focus too much, knowing there was a possibility of a blush sneaking if you ever so slightly let your guard down.

Levi’s figure always surprised you. He had this big and strong aura going for him, even though he was about the same height as you; still, he was nothing short of muscles. The white shirt he was wearing hugged every inch of his skin so nicely it made your eyes wander around, trying to map out each of his muscles. His hair looked kind of wet, as if he had just gotten out of the shower and the slight scent of his cologne lingered around, and you took in every second of it to enjoy.

“Don’t you get tired of getting drunk?” He asked, raising a brow.

You felt a wave of heat running through your veins, but now with anger. Sure, you were buzzed, but not enough to be considered drunk anymore. You drank enough water for the past hours to be almost completely sober.

“I’m not even drunk right now” you snapped, turning back to the counter as the man scoffed behind you.

Jean threw a rag to the sink right in front of you and leaned between his arms, letting out a big yawn. “Ah! Finally done”

“Same here” Hange noted, taking off their apron and folding it, going to the backroom, Jean following right after.

It became deadly silent after the heavy door closed behind the bartenders. You could only hear yours and Levi’s breaths as he walked to the bar, crossing the counter and you did your best to avoid looking too much.

“You are dressed up” the man made a remark and you looked down at your clothes, adjusting your skirt as you sat.

“It was my friend’s birthday” you replied, tilting your head up just so you could be on eye level.

“What made you want to celebrate it in this shithole?” He furrowed his brows, leaning back onto the liquor shelves.

Levi never hid the fact that he didn’t seem to like the place. It made sense before, since you thought he was only an employee, but now that you learned that he owned the bar, things didn’t quite fit in.

“It’s a nice shithole” you said as you crossed your arms over the counter.

He kept his arms crossed for a while; eyes focused on your figure as if he were challenging you. Without any new expression, the man leaned down to the lower cabinets and grabbed an electric kettle, filling it with the sink water as you watched.

“You never told me you owned the place” you licked your lips as he started to heat the water.

Levi’s hands worked in the cabinet once more, grabbing a tea box and putting it right in front of you, and then searched for two porcelain cups that were just a little chipped around the rim, placing them next to each other and a teabag inside.

“You never asked.”

You watched as he grabbed two silver spoons and filled the cups with the now heated water.

“It’s usually something you don’t miss, you know?” Rolling your sweater sleeves up your elbows, you crossed your arms in front of your chest as the man put the small spoon inside a cup, pushing it towards you. “Normally, people would go like ‘hey, I own the place, drinks on the house.”

“You almost always drink for free” he furrowed his brows as he dabbed the teabag inside the cup a few times.

“That’s not the point.”

Hange’s face appeared from the creek of the backdoor, looking at you both who were now alarmed by the sound of the heavy metal.

“Leviiiii, just letting you know we are leaving” they said and the man just flicked his wrist as a goodbye, shooing them.

The man didn’t turn around, and you thanked profusely, because the look Hange were giving you was too creepy for him to see. They held both thumbs up and smiled before leaving.

Now that you were sure that you two were the only ones present in the whole establishment, you could feel your stomach turn inwards, anxiety taking over and nerves flowing through your bloodline. The man in front of you brought the teacup to his lips, sipping slowly and you noticed the way he held it by the rim. Funny.

“Why are we drinking tea?” You asked, looking at the clock only to see it was 4:43AM, and Levi didn’t look like he had any sleep.

He just stared at you through his hand, lowering the cup just a little for him to speak: “Because I felt like drinking tea.”

The commanding tone of his made chills run down your spine. You knew for sure you were blushing now, so you decided to grab the teacup to hide your face behind it, sipping slowly on the minty taste.

“You look nice” he said, taking you by surprise.

Your fingers suddenly felt numb. Fuck. Before you knew it, it was too late, and the cup was now a splatter of pieces on the counter. The liquid now stained your sweater in a wet spot, the hot tea burning the places where it hit your naked skin.

“Fuck” you let out a hiss. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”

Levi put down his own cup and a little panic showed on his face.

“Take the sweater off” he ordered, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and putting it under the sink, drenching it in cold water.

“W-What?” You looked up, skin still aching from the burn and now his choice of words added extra heat to your whole body.

“Jesus, you just fucking burned yourself” he said, jumping to the other side of the counter and showing you the handkerchief.

Not the time to think, you sighed as you took your sweater off, placing it on your side, leaving your dark bra exposed.

You tried covering yourself, knowing the situation was awkward enough already for you to care too much about it. You are an adult, he’s an adult, stop acting like a horny teenager, you thought to yourself as he offered you one of his hands.

Staring for a little longer, he let out a ‘tch’ and rolled his eyes. “Give me your hand.”

You followed his command and slid your fingers into his palm, feeling the warmth envelop you, even if the source was from a small part of your body. He held your hand and brought you closer, analyzing the positions before he could start working on your burns.

“Sit on the counter” he ordered again and once more, you followed.

Adjusting yourself on the cold surface, you gave your arm to him and felt his fingers slide along your skin, warm fingertips touching where the droplets of boiling water hit before, and a little flinch escaped from you whenever he found a new spot. He looked up, as if to see if everything was alright and you gave him a small smile, shaking your head.

“It’s not that bad” you affirmed and he furrowed his brows, lowering his gaze once more.

“That’s because of the alcohol” the man started dabbing the cold fabric carefully, watching every little movement of yours as he did. “Tomorrow, this thing is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

You chuckled at his remark as he held your hand closer to his chest, putting it above your knees in a position where it wouldn’t hurt to stay still. You took a moment to admire his marked features, watching every little move of his and wondering about those eyes, glad that they were focused on you.

Although Levi held this harsh front, he really seemed to care behind those big walls, and that was enough for you to fall.

“Sorry about your cup” you apologized, almost in a mutter, feeling shame crawl under your skin once more.

“It’s a stupid cup” he said, still working on your skin. “I can just get another one.”

“Still, let me pay for it” pursing your lips, you felt his grip on your wrist tighten just a little.

“That’s dumb.”

You sighed, “I keep giving you trouble, I want to make it up for you.”

He stopped the dabbing, looking up to find your piercing gaze already on his. Eyes shining under the dim lighting and silent surrounding you two.

“You’re not paying for the fucking cup” he rose his brow, staring deep into your soul, and now you were scared that he would learn all your secrets.

“I’m serious, Levi” you persisted. “I didn’t even thank you for taking me home the other day.”

“It’s fine” he stuck to his argument, but you also did the same to yours.

“No, it’s not. Must’ve been really annoying.”

“You were annoying, indeed” he let out and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Sure… but thank you, for… you know—taking me back to my apartment.”

You remember waking up the next morning to a box of Advil sitting on your bedside table, next to a big bottle of water and how warm your chest felt to feel like someone was caringly enough to do that for you. Even for someone who you’d recently just met.

“Stop with this sappy shit and let me work” he rolled his eyes and went back to dabbing the wet cloth on your skin, “you’re gonna get nasty scars if I don’t take care of them.”

Smiling to yourself, you straightened your arm again allowing him the full access to your skin and the man went back to his previous actions. The dawn was beginning to clear and sneak between the blinds, filling the whole place with clarity, and none of you felt tired, engulfing in each other’s company.

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winters-tales · 2 years

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Stream Prompt: He turned off the light and there it was.

He turned off the light and there it was.

Something glowed softly, just under the edge of his bed. He flicked the light back on, and knelt to check the gap between bedframe and floor; there wasn’t much room for something to get there, so whatever was glowing had to be small.

Small enough that he couldn’t see whatever it was, anyway. He slid his fingers along the gap as far as he could, hoping to knock whatever it was loose, but there was nothing. He shrugged – must have been a trick of the eyes. Maybe he was getting a migraine?

Gary turned the light off again, glancing towards the same spot just before he left. The glow was back, and after a couple of slow blinks and a quick stare at other areas of the room, he concluded it couldn’t be the early stages of a migraine, because the disturbance didn’t follow his vision. The glow was very much there, and what’s more, it seemed to be ever so slightly brighter.

He turned the light on again, and got back on hands and knees, this time really pressing his face into the carpet to try and see further under the bed.

Nothing. Nothing!

He touched the carpet – nothing wet or damp that could be glowing (although what liquid would glow in the dark without the help of a UV light?) – and no dried residue, either. There was undeniably absolutely nothing there.

He turned the light off, and managed to step out of the room without looking back; until he turned around to close the door, and spotted the glow in an unmistakeable line from the corner he’d first spotted it.

He ground his teeth together – probably a prank from one of the lads, Connor, maybe, or Jay. But they were both away for several days, and he didn’t know what it was so how would he know how to start cleaning it?

He closed the door, shutting the glow away. He’d deal with it later.

“Hilarious guys,” he fired into the group chat, “but whichever one of you spilled toxic waste in my room needs to tell me how to clean it. I can’t sleep if its not pitch black.”

The reaction from Connor was immediate.

“wdym toxic waste lol”

Gary stopped and sighed. He was supposed to be out, enjoying a meal with his family, but Connor especially knew he was a clean freak and wouldn’t be able to enjoy himself if something was wrong with the house. It was the one no-exceptions rule they had – you don’t mess with another man’s space!

He stomped upstairs and flung the door open. The glow was definitely brighter now, and he snapped a shot to fling back to Connor.

“Well wtf else glows green when the lights are out?? What did you do man?”

“probs just ur glow in the dark stars fell off the ceiling lmao don’t worry we all have to grow up one day”

Gary gripped his phone tightly and resisted the urge to throw it across the room.

“Well whatever you did the glow is getting bigger and brighter every time I turn the light off so just tell me how to clean it and maybe I won’t get overexcited and clean your cesspit too”

“u leave my room alone dickhead”

“has it said anything?”

Jay’s contribution to the chat stopped Gary cold. Jay had always been a bit weird - staring at one spot for ages like a cat does, moving around the house completely silently and then being confused when the others would startle, not being able to keep any sort of regular sleeping schedule – but ultimately harmless. Still, the question was a bit out there for even Jay.

“jay it’s probably just a sock he forgot about. dont think he should talk to that lol”

“Like I’d forget about a sock, even one under my bed!”

“well y tf would I pour something green and glowy under your bed?? What even is it?”

“I dunno, I can’t see it when the light is on, just when it’s off!”

“did u check?”

“Oh fuck you Con”

“Did it say anything to you?” Jay was ignoring the back-and-forth, determined to get an answer.

“No, Jay! Why would a glow say anything?”

“Can you check in my room please?”

That really stopped Gary short. Jay was even more precious about his personal space than Gary was, refusing to even let the others go in when he’d forgotten something – if he eft his wallet at home when shopping, he’d rather come all the way home for it that ask one of the others to go into his room.

“You sure?”

“Sure.”

Well, he had it in writing, may as well go look. He closed his door again, throwing one final glance back to the glow that had definitely gotten bigger while he’d been stood in the doorway arguing on WhatsApp.

As he approached Jay’s door, he got a strange sense of unease. The hair on the back of his neck prickled with every step, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong. He rubbed his arm tentatively – didn’t a sense of impending doom mean a heart attack? Doubtful it was that, his arm didn’t hurt and he could breath fine.

He shook himself, ignoring the alarm bells in his head that didn’t know why they were sounding, and carefully pushed Jay’s room open.

The whole thing was lit up with a deep, pulsing green glow. As the door opened, a cacophony of whispers poured out towards him, too many voices to make sense of even one. He tried to step back, but the one foot over the threshold refused to move.

The whispering continued but there was a shift, a sense that whatever was making the noise was trying to line itself up. He glanced frantically around the room, looking for the source of the noise, a way out, a weapon, anything!

The glow also seemed to be emanating from under Jay’s bed, but instead of just one tiny corner, the whole carpet was spiderwebbed with tendrils that spread out in a sunburst.

He just about registered the sound of the bedroom door closing behind him, and realised that he’d stepped fully into the room. The whispers intensified, coalesced, and finally settled into one layered voice.

“A new one. We’ve been brought a new one.”

Connor turned the light out, and there it was. Just under the corner of his bed, a soft, green glow. Something tugged at his memory – hadn’t one of the housemates mentioned…? No, there’d only ever been him and Jay here. This was probably Jay playing one of his weird little pranks.

“Jay?” He called, stepping back into his room without turning the light back on. He just about heard the answering call from his housemate. “What the fuck have you been doing in my room? It’s glowing!”

The response came immediately, not from across the house like Connor expected, but from immediately behind him, sending his heart up into his throat.

“Has it said anything?”

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addictofsupernatural · 3 years

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Firsts With : Denki Kaminari

First Time Meeting

Talking to someone online was so much easier when they didn't have to see your face. You didn't like your looks that much and girls in your homeroom didn't take kindly to those who weren't confident. So much for a hero school. It might have been your closed off vibes, but guys tended to ignore you.

But when you were playing a PC game, there was no such thing as insecure. And that's where you met Denki. He was the funniest, and when the two of you exchanged numbers your texts were an escape from everything.

Denkiiiii!! I wanna talk to my future class mate! You were so excited to tell him the good news.

Woah 👀 what is this?

I'm transferring to UA 💛💛

That was something the poor boy didn't notice. You sent him hearts, you tried to subtly flirt with him, you sent him those massive heart memes, and he still didn't get it. What you didn't know was that he didn't even know you were a girl.

RHTJEODYJEBDJ UMM YES ??? He was so excited to meet you. You seemed so awkward, which was fun. It was so interesting to just watch you second guess a text and give a long explanation just for him to laugh it out and say it's okay.

I'm on my way to get my uniform now. I can't wait to meet you tomorrow 🙏🙏🙏

Wait wdym hop online for a bit 🥺🥺 He was so cute. Neither of you exchanged pictures of yourselves, but he said that he had electric powers. No matter what he looked like, he was going to be adorable to you.

Okok hold up

The next day he kept spamming you to send him a picture. We agreed we wouldn't do that

But we're meeting each other today 😭😭

As you walked into the school you sent a picture of your outfit with your face not in the frame. He was confused as to why you were wearing a girl's uniform, but then dismissed it and assumed you just preferred girl's clothing.

When you got into the classroom Aizawa told you to stay in the front of the class. Everyone filed in to their seats. "Everyone, this is y/n. She's our new student. Go take a seat where the empty desk is."

Kaminari was amazed. Y/n. You. You were y/n. You were a girl. You awkwardly sped walked to your seat behind him and sat, looking around. He whipped his head around. "You're y/n?!"

You looked at him, confused. You saw that he had a black zig zag in his hair. "Lightning bolt." You stated. You then perked up and grinned. "Denki!"

"Hang on, I—"

"Focus." Aizawa stated.

Denki quickly turned back, blushing madly at the fact that he managed to have a really awesome friendship with a cute girl.

Your face was heated. He was so handsome, and his smile! You couldn't believe you had such an amazing friendship with someone who's kindness reflects his looks.

First Real Conversation

After class he told you to stay put before bolting to his friends and saying something inaudible for you to them. They all looked at you, causing you to blush and look away from them. You quickly realized that was rude of you and looked back at them, shyly waving. They all chuckled.

You frowned and looked away, your face feeling so heated at the moment. He came back to you, grinning. "Okay, let's go."

You both started walking to the second classroom of the day together. He didn't know how to really word that the fact that you were a girl was shocking to him.

"I thought you were a guy." He stated.

"What?" You chuckled. He sheepishly smiled at you. "My name?"

"It isn't a Japanese name, so I just thought it was exotic."

"My clothes?"

"I just thought you preferred girl's clothing."

You giggled. "Wow." You then paused, before taking a deep breathe to work up the courage to tease him. "I wonder if we would've still have been friends if you knew. Would you have jumped to flirt with me like you do with other girls on the mic?"

His face flushed. "No! I mean yes! Yes, we would still be friends! I'm sorry if—"

You out your hands on his shoulders. "Denki, I'm totally kidding. Your too awesome to not be friends with." You nervously chuckled out a goofy laugh.

"Oh wow, you have a really cute laugh." Kaminari blurted out, though he didn't regret saying it.

You sheepishly grinned. "A flirt till the end. However you see me, I'm just really glad to be your friend."

"Me too!"

He was so excited. He was totally gonna fall in love with you, he felt it. You were too cool to just think of as a friend. But that was something to worry about later, when his feelings got stronger. Right now was simple crushing.

First Time Meeting His Friends

It's been three days and Kaminari begrudgingly told you that his friends want to meet you. He assured you that all his friends were going to love you, and that Bakugo will be just as unfriendly to you as he is to others, no more and no less.

You were on your way to the common area from your room while everyone waited for you. "Why'd it take three days for you to introduce us?" Sero asked.

Denki smiled and rubbed the back on his neck. "Honestly, I kinda wanted to keep her all to myself."

"Silly Kaminari," Mina slapped his back. "That's for clingy boyfriends, not creepy friends who have a fantasy of being with their female friends."

"I'm not creepy!" He pouted. "Just please remember that she's shy!"

"A girl who's shy and goes to you for comfort when she's nervous around other people." Sero stated. "That sounds like your dream girl." He chuckled out.

Kaminari chuckled. "I know right? I'm taking things slow though, so I don't scare her off. I'll ask her out some time, just not soon."

"That's so manly!" Kirishima grinned, getting excited for his friend.

They then heard you walk in and stop to look at them. They all turned to you, your face immediately becoming red at the sudden attention. Kaminari rushed over to you and led you over to his friends.

"Hi." You squeaked, waving.

"Guys, this is y/l/n y/n. She's awesome!"

"We're gonna be best friends!" Mina said, taking your hands. "I'm planning on stealing you away from Kaminari."

"I'm Sero." He stated. "Kaminari's right, you are cute."

You quietly gasped, not knowing how to react to this whole situation. Denki called you cute. A random guy just said the same right to your face.

"Ignore him!" Kirishima said. "He's kind of a flirt too. Anyways, I'm Kirishima. The guy with the mean face is Bakugo, but unless you threaten him he's harmless."

"Shut up shitty hair! And you!" He pointed accusingly at you. "I'm not soft or anything, so don't expect me to be nicer to you for no reason!"

"Okay." You quietly said, nodding understandingly.

"You're really okay with that?" Sero said.

"He didn't mean anything bad by it." You said quietly. You were extremely nervous, and felt so stupid. You knew you needed to speak up but couldn't for your nerves being shot.

"We're gonna watch a movie." Kaminari said, holding your wrist firmly. "You can sit next to me."

"Okay." You quietly said as he led you to the couch.

He requested for the group to watch a movie so you wouldn't feel too much pressure to talk as much. You both sat together, and just as your blonde friend was about to put his arm around you, Mina squeezed in between.

"Let's sit next to each other! Do you know this movie?!"

Kaminari frowned. "Hey—"

"I wanna sit next to her too." Sero said, coming to your other side. He then handed you a popcorn bowl.

You chuckled. "Thank you. And yeah, I've seen the movie. I like almost all genres, so I watch a lot of movies."

You three of you started talking about movies, and your electric friend pouted as he sat in his lonesome edge of the couch.

First Hug

It's been two weeks of you merging into the friend group. Kaminari felt a little frustrated, and even more frustrated over the fact that he had no right to be. Mina was stealing all of your time, and moving schools made you busy with catching up as well.

He saw you in the dorms walking to your room with books in hand, wondering whether he should greet you or not.

"Hi." He said weakly.

You quickly turned your head and grinning. "Denki, hey."

"You seem busy." He said sadly.

"Um, yeah..." You immediately caught the sadness in his voice, setting your things down on the couch. "What's wrong? You look upset."

He tried to laugh it off. "I just miss you I guess? When you're not busy with your other friends you have work to do. I feel like there's no time for me." You stared at him in surprise, and he backtracked. "That sounds a little selfish of me, sorry. You have the right to do whatever you want."

"No!" You quickly said. "You're right, we need to hang out more. I have missed you a bit too. Whenever I'm doing work and I don't feel like it I keep thinking about you."

"Really?" He grinned.

"Hah, yeah." You glanced at your books. "You're not busy, are you?"

"Nope." He smiled.

"Well, I actually am. But I could do my work in your room while you do whatever if you'd like. I know it's not that—"

"Yeah, let's do it!" He quickly grabbed your books and began walking to his dorm.

You laughed, catching up with him. "You're such a sweet friend Denki."

"Nah, you doing this more me is sweeter." You blushed at how nice he was being, even though he admitted to feeling neglected by you. You guys got there and he set the books on his bed. "Let me know when you're done you when you wanna take a break."

"Okay."

He sat on his chair and put his headset on. You stared at him for a second, feeling a surge of happiness from how content he was by just being in the same room as you. You turned his chair to face you and took off his headset, putting your arms around his neck and sitting on his lap without thinking.

"You're an amazing friend. I'm so lucky." He ignored the pang from the word friend and hugged you back. You felt so easily molded against him. He held you with one hand on your back and the other on your waist.

"Woah!" He chuckled. "You know, I could say the same thing about you."

You shifted in his lap to look at his screen, silently thanking the fact that he couldn't see your steaming face. "What're you gonna play?"

"What's this?"

"I think I'll watch you play for a bit before getting homework done, if that's okay."

"Course it is!" He excitedly began to show you the game as he kept one hand on your waist.

First Hand Holding

An annual carnival arrived, and you were all excited to go. You asked Kaminari to help you pick an outfit, him happily doing so. After he did you told him that it would be really fun to try and match as besties. He agreed without hesitation.

After Kaminari gladly endured the teasing, where even Bakugo made a little jab, you all headed there. Kaminari had this hopes deep down that someone would mistake you two as a couple today.

You and Mina stood in line for drinks while the others heard two guys talking about you two. "Let's go talk to them, they're both pretty hot."

"Which one do you want? The pink one?"

"Nah man, the other one."

They both chuckled. "Ah, man, I was hoping for that one. She looks pretty easy."

"Let's flip for her."

All the guys heard them with disgust. "Peh, pathetic." Bakugo mumbled.

Sero looked at the rest of the guys. "Do you wanna handle it quietly or are we gonna kick their asses?"

"Maybe we should be more quiet so we don't get kicked out." Kirishima suggested.

They all nodded, and Bakugo glared at the two guys at you and Mina walked back. The two felt a little uneasy from the stares, but were still beginning to walk over to the group.

"Hey, what's up—" Kaminari quickly went over to you and cut you off, taking your hand.

"Let's go." He quickly took you over to the photo booth as the rest of the guys took Mina away to another booth.

"What're we doing in here?"

"Ah, these guys were being creepy and I wanted to take you away from that."

You put up your joined hands. "And why are our hands still holding?"

He sheepishly grinned at you. "Your hand's warm."

You grinned and nodded, taking his hand away. You then took out your wallet and paid to take pictures, making sure to buy an extra copy You brought back your hand to his. "Okay, c'mon!"

You both started posing and laughing with your hands together. Once you two finished you both stepped out of the booth got your pictures. That's when the rest of the group found you.

Kaminari awkwardly let his arms drop to his side, which you noticed. As everyone started walking you slipped your hand in his.

"Is this okay?" You muttered.

He gave you a cheeky smile. "Always."

First Sleepover

There was a knock at your dorm door, and you opened it to see a nervous Kaminari. You could tell that his smile wasn't genuine. "Um, hey."

"Come in." You gently tugged on his arm as he went into the room. You quickly closed the door, as it was both past curfew and prohibited for a guy to be in the girl's dorms. "Are you okay?"

He shifted in place, looking away from you. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He quietly asked.

"What? No, of course not!" You stepped closer to him and put your hand on his cheek so he could look at you. "Why would you even ask that?"

"Just some people from another class. They pointed out that I'm probably one of lowest when it comes to test scores in our whole year. I was just thinking about it all day, and they're kind of right. I was just wondering if you knew they were right yet."

"I'd never think that Denki. And they're not right." You brought him into a hug, and he melted into your warmness. He wasn't in the mood to keep up a smile and laugh everything off. And you did your best to help him at being okay with not being okay. "Is there anything you wanna do? Play any games or something?"

"I kind of just want to go to sleep, um, here. If that's okay. I don't wanna be alone tonight."

You nodded and grabbed his hand, leading to the bed. You both silently crawled under the blanket and faced each other. He gave you a weak smile. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You asked. You absent mindedly traced his jawline, causing him to relax.

"For being emotional today. I don't want you to see me like this."

You thought about what to do, blushing at the thought. "Let's cuddle then. It might be easier for you to talk if we don't see each other."

He gave you a small, genuine smile, scooping you in and snuggling you. "Thanks."

You were close with him as it was, but your realization of your feelings towards him was new. The fact that he went to you in his time of need was unreal for you. But you needed to push aside your own feelings and comfort him right now.

"Y'know, not every hero has to be a genius. What they really need is the spirit to go on and the heart to save people. Both of which you have."

"What if a hero gets scared or insecure sometimes?"

You smiled. "That hero admitting his feelings and coming to terms with them makes him all the better person."

He began rubbing your arm and snuggled deeper into you, a silent thank you that you were willing to take. You then very quickly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up Kaminari was playing a game on your computer, with bed head and a content look on his face. "Morning." You said groggily.

He immediately turned off your monitor and grinned at you. "Good morning!"

He went over to you and sat on the bed. You lazily smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Yup. You gotta get up now."

You groaned, curling into your blanket. "I don't want to though."

"But you have to so we can talk."

"About what?"

He lightly pinched your cheek. "I can't tell you until you get ready."

You lightly groaned. "Mm, fine."

You got up and picked out an outfit. He got out to let you get dressed, waiting for you to come out as you both went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth.

"Okay," you said as you both walked down the hall. "What did you wanna talk about?"

He looked around, seeing no one else in the hallway. "Will you go on a date with me?"

"What?" You quietly asked.

"I won't sugar coat it. I really like you, and yesterday I realized that now was the time. I keep daydreaming about calling you my girlfriend and treating you really special, as special as you deserve to be treated."

He then nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I guess that might sound a little creepy. But you don't have to give me an answer right now. Just let me know by Friday, so we can do something over the weekend, if you want."

Before you could say anything Mina spotted you two and called out for you both, causing your answer to be cut short.

You did run up to him later and jumped into a big hug, agreeing to that date.

First Date

You heard a knock at your door, immediately opening it. You've been waiting in your room for over an hour, not wanting any chance to be taking too long to get ready.

He sheepishly smiled as he held out an origami rose. You took it and grinned, admiring how well done it was. "It'll last longer than a real rose." He then paused. "But if you want a real rose then we can stop by—"

"I love it. It's really creative and pretty. It's better than a real rose, cause I can keep it for memories, so you don't have to worry about it okay?"

He nodded and watched as walked into your room and put it on your desk. He then stared at your legs, which you caught as you walked back to him.

"Denki." You grumbled, shifting your legs uncomfortably.

He looked back at you. "Oh, no no no! It's not like that I swear! I just noticed that you were wearing the shirt I got you when we all went to that mall! I wasn't– being a pervert I s–swear..."

His voice faded off as you put your hands on his cheeks, getting closer to him. "Don't panic Denki, I believe you."

He melted into a smile, holding your hands on his face. "I think it's super cool that you're more confident like this."

"You make me more confident."

He kissed the tip of your nose. "There's nothing to not be confident about with you." He then pulled back and took your hand. "Let's go."

You were both a blushing mess, and you were also both glad that each other couldn't see the blush. Once you got outside the dorm building Kaminari pulled you in closer, leaving no space in between you.

"You're so bold." You chuckled out. "Very main character worthy."

"I don't know about that." He nudged you. "I think I'm funny enough to be the comedic side character. If it were a horror movie, I'd die in the middle."

"Hm, what about me? I feel like an overcautious side character that's like the second or third to die, y'know? And then her death shows everyone that she's right."

"Nah, you seem pretty final girl to me."

You both talked about what movie characters each other would be before you got there. "An arcade?"

He grinned. "Yeah! I have a lot of rewards points so I didn't have to spend that much." He then realized how bad that sounded, becoming more quiet. "Since this date is on a budget and..."

He faded off, and you looped your arm in his. "And this is the perfect first date place."

You went in and were both completely relaxed, just messing around and being yourselves. It was amazing. Kaminari trying to show off and be the best at certain games was absolutely cute, and when you caught him trying to let you win in air hockey he quickly apologized and you both ended up purposely doing bad to try to make the other win. You both had so much fun.

Afterwards he took you outside and looked around for somewhere to eat. You remembered that he didn't have that much money, so you told him that you wanted to go to his favorite fast-food restaurant, saying you have a craving for it.

You felt really happy at how relieved he looked, wanting him to know that he doesn't have to spend money on you.

You both walked back to the dorms and swung your entwined hands together without thought. When you got to your dorm he gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek, but when you pulled back and smiled warmly he couldn't help himself and smothered you with cheek kisses.

"Thank you, for today." You said when he stopped, your arms around each other and your foreheads together.

"No problem. You can be my girlfriend and we'll call it even."

You hummed. "Deal."

First Kiss

After a three weeks of dating and a few more little dates, you couldn't take it anymore. When everybody went their separate ways at night you went to Kaminari's room as sneakily as possible. Sero did startle you and tease you about it, but that was it.

You quietly opened the door and closed it, him looked up at you from his phone as he laid on his bed. "Hey little mamas, what're you doing here?"

"Denki," you whined. "I can't take it anymore. I'm getting super frustrated."

He bolted up and walked over to you. "What's wrong? Did I do something? I don't really know what I did wrong but I can fix it and we—"

You put your hands on his cheeks. "Cutie Pie, it's nothing like that."

"Oh good, I'm Cutie Pie again." He smiled in relief.

You kissed his cheek. "You're always Cutie Pie." You then looked at him and frowned. "See, this is my problem!"

He grabbed your hips. "Beautiful, you need to explain a bit."

"We haven't kissed yet. I get strong urges to kiss you or make out but I've never kissed anybody before so I don't know how."

"Woah, I get the exact same way!" He grinned.

"Really?" You giggled, bouncing at your excitement. "We should practice!"

"Okay!" He then picked you up effortlessly and plopped you on the bed. You continued giggling as he dove in for a hug for laughs. You looked at each other as you laid down together. "Ready?"

"Ready." You both slowly went in, you too stiff and him to eagerly sloppy. You both pulled back and chuckled. "Sorry. I think I need to loosen up."

"It's okay, I think I was all over the place anyways."

"Maybe we should sit up." He nodded and did so, you sliding into his lap. He looked at you in shock. "Sorry, should I get off?"

"No! It just caught me off guard. C'mon, let's try again." You both kissed again, this time less awkward. You pulled back and smiled at each other, kissing again. "You know what this means?"

"Hm?"

"We can make out all the time now!" You both laughed, and before you could say anything in response he attacked your lips, now full on making out with you. You had to pull back for breath eventually, and your flushed state made him extra happy.

You rubbed noses together, occasionally giving each other a peck. "Hey, can you sleep over? I really wanna hold you for the rest of the night."

"Sure." You ran your hand through his hair as he stared at your lips. You noticed he seemed to be deep in thought. "Am I losing you here?"

He chuckled. "Sorry, I was just wondering how and when to ask you if we could French kiss." You looked at him in surprise, and he realized what he just said. "And I realize that wasn't the right way to say that."

"Either way you word it it's the same question, so don't worry about it." He smiled and nodded. "And yeah, let's try it. I see it a lot on those videos–oh my God."

You cut yourself off as you just admitted to your three week old boyfriend that you watch porn. But instead, he grinned and eagerly asked, "You watch porn?!"

"A little." You quietly said, shrinking in his lap.

"Is that something girls do?!"

You chuckled, becoming noticably more relaxed. "Yes."

He noticed how uncomfortable and embarrassed you looked, and didn't want to push it. It was no matter, cause you two would get to that once deep into the relationship, when he would no doubt tell you that he loved you.

He wasn't sure if he loved you already, but Kaminari figured that when he loved you most he would say it, and then he'd show you how much by making love to you. Then you two could experiment and figure out what you both liked. It'll be fun.

Buy despite that being Kaminari's long term plan for your relationship, he knew he first needed to focus on the now. Right now he wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible with him. It was one of his dreams for you to find complete security in him. It was right next to becoming a hero.

"That's super interesting! You're teaching me a lot of new things today." You perked up and nodded, giggling. "Okay, you ready?"

You nodded, and he tried to just put your tongue in you. You pulled back and giggled some more. "Wait, Denki baby, ease into it."

He slightly blushed at your fits of giggles. "Oh, sorry."

You noticed and immediately melted, snuggling closer to him. "Hey," you nudged your nose with his. "It's really calming to know that you're figuring things out the same as me."

He hummed and grinned. "How about you start the kiss? Then when I feel like it's a good time I'll take over?"

You agreed and gently kissed him, feeling more natural than the other kisses. You both got into the kiss as you pressed on a little. Soon after Kaminari swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to give him control. He gladly did, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't absolutely fall in love with the way it felt to have his tongue massage yours.

When you pulled back for breath Kaminari smiled giddily at your flushed face, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "Alright, I don't wanna accidentally get too excited, so let's end it here, yeah?"

"Okay." You said as you slid off. "Let's practice some more tomorrow."

"You read my mind babe." You both got under the covers and snuggled together, soon falling asleep after a very good night.

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crozicrs · 3 years

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hello it is june again, back at it with a demon son here to ruin everyones lives. if you’d like to plot with zeke -- please give this post a like && i’ll hit you up to plot. ilu all k thnks bye

( kiowa gordon / male ) ZEKE CROZIER is 24 years old and is a SENIOR at thales university. HE is majoring in FINE ARTS and is known for being THE CYNIC as HE can be FORTHRIGHT and EXPRESSIVE as well as SARDONIC and BLUNT. every time i see HIM, HE reminds me of tattered leather jackets, trails of smoke and ash, paint stained clothing.. ( june / 24 / she&her / gmt+2)

BASICS.

✘ born and raised in arizona ✘ the most most cynical person you will ever meet ✘ always smoking. never catch him without a cigarette ✘ panromantic / pansexual ✘ very shy when it comes to his art ✘ primarily a painter but dabbles a lot in graffiti bc #vandalism

did they have a connection to steven or nana?

zeke can be difficult to get along with, and it tended to be the case when it came to nana. they could bicker a lot and zeke would go out of his way to be blunt and damn near hurtful. he never cared what he said or how it affected nana.

( trigger warnings: abandonment, violence, minor drug mentions)

ABOUT.

✘ zeke crozier grew up in a typical delinquent fashion. he rebelled against anything and everything he possibly could, an extreme problem with authority. his parents weren’t exactly attentive -- too busy with their own lives to really pay attention to their son. he was often left to his own company, seeking family in all the wrong crowds. perhaps his actions were a cry for help but his childhood showed him that nobody could possibly be kind and genuine. he’s seen to much selfishness in his lifetime to believe anything else.

✘ he got into many fights in highschool, one incident bad enough that the threat of expulsion and the potential to land up in juvi looming over his head. a compromise was made, and he was later shipped off to his grandparents who would then care for him -- and while it was the best thing to happen to him, far too much damage had been done.

✘ while the physical violence in his life seemed to come to a standstill, he later learned that he didn’t need to use his fists to be cruel. his words were sharp enough to cut deep. with the exception of his grandparents, zeke is under the impression that everyone has an agenda and simply looking out for themselves. much like he is in a way. he doesn’t care for the company of others -- or rather he’s afraid to allow himself to become close to anyone. his trust issues are immense and he would rather have someone hate him from his own doing than risk the potential of getting himself hurt.

✘ zeke’s grandmother, in an attempts to bond and provide some sort of outlet to her grandson, got him into painting. they both soon discovered that he shared his grandmother’s talents it was the only thing he seemed to take an interest too, something that he was actually good at that wasn’t filled with detachment and resentment. he would lock himself away in his room for hours and hours, finally keeping out of trouble for once

✘ he managed to graduate his new highschool with fairly decent grades, his art clearly outshining the rest of his grades. he managed to score himself a partial scholarship to thales and he had every intention to decline but his grandparents constantly begging and pleading him to at least give it a shot. he took a few gap years before finally accepting the offer (which was still surprisingly still on the table)

✘ even though he discovered he quite likes to party, zeke still tends to keep to himself. if booze or other recreational substances aren’t in the picture he isn’t exactly interested. it’s difficult for him to relax and let go.

✘ his attitude towards most people is incredibly blunt and harsh, not caring how his words affect people. he knows pain and anguish the most so why not inflict what he feels on the inside onto others. he excepts everyone to stab him in the back anyways so why not beat them to it.

✘ he keeps his art and his major to himself mostly, most people really not knowing what the hell his studies. unless you’re somehow close to him, the only people who see his paintings are classmates and professors. he gets really shy and flustered about it and does not like to talk about it at all.

✘ despite his general distain for people, he tends to mostly paint portraits. he’ll often sit with his sketchbook and draw people around in public. so odds are, he’s probably drawn most people at some point.

CONNECTIONS.

✘ softness -- please just someone he is weirdly soft with ?? like he just adores them and isn’t a complete asshole with them and is just a normal human just give him fluff ok cool bYE

✘ frenemies -- bc lets be real, he’s going to be an asshole to people he calls friends. he cannot help himself

✘ fwbs / hookups -- who am i to not just make my muses hoes. i cannot be stopped. a mans has needs.

✘ partners in crime / bad influence -- someone who just enables his shitty behaviour and just embraces the fact that they’re both horrible people and that it’s perfectly ok and fuck everyone else k bye

✘ good influence -- someone who is trying their hardest to put a bandaid on this poor boi and mend his broken heart ok and loves him despite all his defiance

✘ enemies / exes / stuffs -- he is who he is and he’s pissed off a lot of people ok

✘ muse -- maybe someone hes just sorta infatuated with and ends up drawing / painting a lot and wdym it’s an obssesion i have no idea what you’re talking about

uHHH IM DOWN FOR LITERALLY ANY AND EVERY CONNECTION MY BRAIN JUST CANT THINK RIGHT NOW PLS LOVE MY HORRIBLE TRASH SON

#pyrrhic.intro #yeET #did i make him an art major bc im an artist??? mayhaps #is this long iDK #idek what im writing anymore #crying in the club

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peachyteabuck · 4 years

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wait wait wait wdym with one direction's heterosexual PR stunts?? like i know harry is bi as fuck but if you come @ me with larry stuff i'll call the police

*takes long drag of cigarette while i sit in my glass box at the internet’s version of the hague*

in retrospect (aka i’m an adult now) there were/are real relationships with women that the 1d boys sustained. eleanor + louis’ current relationship were probably real, perrie was at least somewhat real. i think liam is married now? that’s probably real

but there was also the time harry went out with one of the jenner children, and his bisexuality was CONSTANTLY covered up. i’m pretty sure he said, in an interview point blank, that he is bisexual, and for years everyone ignored it (that’s more of a biphobia thing but stay with me here). every interaction that every 1d member had with a woman was obviously contrived, and even if it originally wasn’t, there was some intention. like, i think originally perrie and zayn were for realsies, but when i read in some gossip magazine that they said they wanted the fans to be a part of the wedding? that’s when you know it’s at LEAST being exploited. as a general guideline, the less you know about the relationship the better.

((there are obvi exceptions to this: like was tswizzle’s relationship with thomas hiddlesbitch a pr move originally? no. but him wearing a swift tshirt to the beach probably was))

but i digress:

the point of a PR stunt is to entertain and to catch the eye of the press and fans. the more high quality, “candid” shots that exist of two people (or, in sebstan’s case, that’s ALL we have) the more likely it is that all of it was staged and they need paps so that gossip mags can reap the benefits. there’s an entire discussion here about communication, “free press,” word of mouth, etcetc - but my ritalin’s wore off and i’m pretty tired and oh my god i have the munchies but the ritalin is stopping me from feeling hunger and i want mcdonalds more than i want to breathe correctly.

so blah blah blah, a PR stunt is meant to entertain. it’s meant to get people talking. louis having a “fake baby” was such a big deal that pretty major news outlets were reporting on it, which drew attention to 1d’s music and gave them a boost. the larry theory allowed 1d to covet die hard gay mens and straight girls into listening to their music and “dissecting lyrics” for subtle clues, shit like that. like, i was ENTERTAINED by all this shit. and even if i didn’t buy that harry and kylie/kendell were on a real date - watching harrry styles speed off into the night gave me a good chuckle.

all the shit that was pulled caught my eye, it made me laugh, it stuck in my brain so long it’s 2020 and i’m just sort of now processing that louis tomlinson and liam payne both have children??? what??? the fuck???

THAT’S good marketing. THAT is what you pay someone 10% of your salary for. if i wanted to look at two miserable heterosexuals try to get their teeth and get through a photo op i’d stick my parents in a room and take some professional pics. like, c’mon people. do better

#can you belieb i did this all from memory #answered #anon #1d #this is what i mean by entertainers are jesters #like #dance!!#i wanna see u mf dance!!#i want you to get on your fuckin knees and DO YOUR BEST only for it to fall short #its the effort that matters #and i see none #and im disappointed #Anonymous

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katebacks · 4 years

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omg kate babe, im skek. WDYM WE’ll hate you??? bruh my heart is already crying 😭😭 i just want jk and yn to be together 😭😭 plsssss tell me they do in the end 😭😭😭 omg gurl give us a sneak peek im gonna actually die bro 🥺🥺🥺♥️

God lol I will give you a sneak peak of chapter 16, because I already did it with chapter 15. Hold tight, babe.

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“Shit." Hoseok cursed taking the pistol that was hiding in his waist while Jimin did the same. You stayed behind the two while they took cover behind the trunk. When the car approached, you didn't know if you were relieved or even more tense. It was Jungkook's car. Hoseok and Jimin looked at each other while using the back of the truck as support for their arms.

Jeon turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle. He was wearing his usual black clothes again, his hair falling forward, making his eyes even darker and harder to read. He watched the two young men wielding the weapons and did nothing more than let out a sigh and hiss 'pathetic’ under his breath as he walked towards you.

"Stop." Hoseok warned. "You’re close enough."

"As I care." He snorted and continued walking, then Jimin fired, a warning shot, hitting the ground a few feet away from Jeon, but which made you jump in fright and fear that it could had really hit him. "You missed."

“Take another step and I will hit your forehead, Jeon. I don't mind working with you to kill Shadow, but after what happened today, I can't let you get close to her. ”

Jungkook huffed "Of course you can't."

"It's okay" You told them both, and they looked at you wide-eyed, as if you had gone mad. "I'll talk to him."

"The hell you go, he can try to kill you." Hoseok countered, furious. You looked away from him to look at Jungkook who was standing still, his eyes glued to you.

"He is not going to do that." You said and got out of the back of the car, leaving your only protection behind, ignoring your theories that he really had gone mad and was hiding a knife in his sleeves, just waiting to kill you, and walked towards him, your legs shaking, threatening to fail. Hoseok didn't fight his desire to follow you and went after, the gun pointed at Jeon's head, ready to blow it up if he even thought about hurting you.

When you finally stopped in front of him, you met his eyes. They were no longer angry as they were in the morning. They were no longer cloudy and empty. They were just shining, showing your reflection, it was full of you again. Now he seem to be the man you had fallen in love with.

Jungkook scanned you for a few seconds, he knew you were nervous, he could see that you were shaking. He sighed. He never wanted to make you afraid of him, all he ever wanted was to love you, to take care of you, but he was failing miserably in those tasks.

“It's me, babe. Your Jungkook. You don't have to be afraid of me, I would never hurt you.” He whispered, the words piercing your eardrums like gunshots. You bit your lip, fighting your urge to cry at 45th time that day.

"You already hurt me." You whispered back and he shook his head, affirming and pressing his lips together. "You broke me."

"I know princess." His eyes turning red again, frustration returning to his heart, he would never forgive himself for being such an idiot and making the only important thing in his life suffer. He then raised his hand, slowly touching your face, you involuntarily closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth and caress that those hands gave you. Your tears fell again, and you burst into cry, as if you had been thrown off a cliff into a lake of sadness. You felt like your body was falling apart and you felt that you would fall to the ground and die of pain right there. But Jungkook didn't let that happen, he put one arm around your waist while the other hand stroked your hair as soon as you hit him, feeling like you were going to melt into tears and pain. "Forgive me please. I am so sorry, babe. Don’t hate me."

And it was his turn to collapse in tears, hiding his face in your neck, wetting your skin with tears that were forced out of him, against his will. He pressed your body against his, like a teenage lover afraid that his girl would leave him and that was exactly what was happening, you would leave him, he felt it, he knew it and it only made him feel even more hurt, because he knew it was all his fault.

Hoseok and Jimin looked at each other, they didn't know what to do, they just knew that you needed to get out of the city right away, it was too dangerous for you.

"(Y/N), we have to go." Hoseok said and suddenly you felt like you couldn't do it anymore, you felt like everything you said hours earlier meant nothing and you couldn't go through with the plan anymore. You were stupid to love him. For loving the one responsible for everything bad that had happened in your life since you started dating.

"Look." He said moving away a little, holding your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes. “I love you, it's not an obsession, it's love. And when you get back, I'll prove it if you still want to be mine, okay?” He asked running his thumbs under your eyes and wiping your cheeks. So he joined his lips with yours, in a painful kiss of goodbye. A farewell that wouldn’t be forever, he hoped. Hoseok and Jimin looked away, neither of them with any desire to watch that scene.

As soon as you parted, you turned around and walked towards the black truck and got into the passenger seat. Hoseok and Jungkook stared at each other for long minutes, shooting each other with their eyes.

"Take care of her." Jungkook said harshly, his posture returning to normal, his face showing nothing more than hatred, his being becoming intimidating again. He started to turn to go back to his car, but stopped and faced the two boys there. "The next time you point a gun at me, you better kill me, or I'll kill you." He declared calm, returning to the Dodge. "You go first, I will make sure that no one follows you."

...

Hope you enjoy it 🥰 Please don't kill me

#bts smut #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #ride or die jeon jungkook #update ride or die #katebacks #answered

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pinkforyoongi · 5 years

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The Fake Bodyguard | Jeon Jungkook

part 2

pairing: commoner!jungkook x princess!reader

genre: fluff au

word count: 4k (oops i got a little carried away)

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide

a/n: reposting this since tumblr is an ass :( part 1 can be found from my masterlist

finally some news of the real park jimin spread around

“someone claiming to be park jimin was creating chaos at the main entrance gates. what a dumb ass he’s already here! besides they were wearing commoners clothes so probably some local madman” -a kind maid

“y-yeah haha. what an idiot” -sweating jungkook beside you

“please make sure not to hurt him. if he’s still there, have someone escort him somewhere safe within the village. thank you”

to say jungkook was surprised by your kindness was an understatement

he was expecting you to be a selfish brat living without worries but turns out you were an actual sweetheart??

he had been your bodyguard for two days and his whole opinion about you and your family had changed drastically

well- he still wasn’t so sure about your parents though

he felt like they were a bit,,,, secretive

they didn’t tell you much about the village and it’s people, leaving out major details like the spreading of the nasty virus

it was big news in the village so it was hard for him to digest that you had absolutely no idea what was going on

whenever you tried to ask your parents about the villagers they’d give you short replies, telling you not to worry about them since they were handling it

you never dared to pry, since you knew your parents were busy and stressed out, especially during a time like this

the maid smiled and scurried off into the distance, leaving you alone with your bodyguard

“do you ever wonder?”

“about what, kookie? you have to be a bit more specific”

“about the villagers? about what goes down there?”

you smiled at the boy, thinking he must actually be one of the villagers since he’s so curious about your thoughts

“all the time. believe me, wish i knew all the scoop”

jungkooks heart tingled

“yeah i’ve heard some crazy stories from there”

you pretended to be surprised

“you’ve been to the village!!”

at this point jungkook realized he’s supposed to be from another kingdom

“ehh yeah a couple of times”

“tell me everything! please”

your eyes went big and a wide grin spread on your face

the glint in your eyes made jungkook believe you were genuinely interested

and because he loved his town and the people in it, he wouldn’t skip a chance to talk about them

“well... i heard there’s a nasty virus spreading around”

the excited grin turned upside down upon hearing his words and jungkook scratched the back of his neck in regret of choosing this as the first thing to tell you about his home town

“...there is? :(”

poor boys heart couldn’t take your puppy eyes any longer

“yeah, but it’s no big deal!!! anyways there’s this one really good soup restaurant! they serve the best soup”

“really? what kind of soup?”

“all kinds of soup! they’re all great i’m a regu- i mean i went there once and... ate like everything on the menu... yeah... omg you have to go there some day-”

you didn't dare stop jungkook from talking about the village so passionately

you listened to every word he told you with a fond smile on his face and made sure to ask questions about his favorite things

what a cute lil baddie

it made you wonder what he really came here for

was he here to assassinate you?

no, he would have already done that

was he here to assassinate your parents?

no, he would have already done that too

was he a thief? did he want money for himself?

you doubted that

he didn't seem like the selfish type

to you he was someone who reminded you of yourself

he was here, maybe he was adventurous and curious too

but no, that couldn't be all

there must have been another reason he was here

and it must have been important to him, for him to risk everything

i mean if he ever got caught for breaking in and pretending to be your body guard?

you didn't even want to think what your parents would do to him

the whole idea made you shiver

jungkook seemed to have a pure heart

for some odd reason you were sure of that

...

"hey kookie, did you want to come here?"

jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and stopped chewing on his chicken wing to look at you

"no? does it look like i want to be here??? smh"

he continued chewing loudly, rolling his eyes at you

"well no i can see you're dead inside but like??? how did you get picked?"

"i guess i'm just that good. or then it's my handsome face. yeah. definitely my face" -jungkook mumbling with chicken in his mouth

"what more could i ask from a body guard" -you rolling your eyes

"hey btw am i getting paid for this or what?"

you thought for a second in reality you had no idea, your parents handled everything like they always did, even if you tried to inquire they always insisted they were taking care of things and you didn't need to worry

however, this could have been a way for you to figure out what he was after

he just asked if he was getting paid, maybe he's just poor and wanted a job?

time to find out

"wdym??? this is your payment :)"

you gestured towards all the food laying in front of him

he stopped chewing again

he even dropped the chicken wing on his plate dramatically, jaw hanging open as he examined the food in horror

"this is my payment?"

"yeah. also you have your own room and the best company you could ask for! isn't that enough? isn't that what we agreed on?" you smile at him innocently

"...i must have amnesia... i'm sorry but what the fuck"

you slapped his shoulder playfully

"language, sir park jimin! and of course i'm kidding you dumb ass. you'll get paid accordingly once this is over... only if it doesn't last forever..."

jungkooks eyes widened even more

"you're too easy to mess with. i doubt you'll be here for long lmao"

"you almost gave me a damn heart attack woman"

you smiled to yourself, knowing there was deeper meaning to your last sentence he wasn't aware of

you picked up your fork and continued eating, expecting jungkook to do the same

however when he didn't, you gave him a questioning look

"what's wrong kookie?"

"just curious... (y/n), do you feel safe? with me? because you know,,, i'm your body guard and all"

"that depends. safe from what? with you i'm definitely not safe from loosing brain cells, i mean you're one hell of a dumb bi-"

"no- i mean do you feel threatened? are you afraid?"

the seriousness caught you off guard a bit and you had to swallow

"no, kookie. i feel safe. i trust you"

jungkook was no trained body guard so he actually felt a little bad for you

he did know how to defend himself well since he had learned a thing or two living in the village

he was confident in his skills- confident enough to knock off park jimin and take his place and sneak into the castle

but he was uncertain

he wasn't sure he could protect the both of you, but at that moment he promised himself he would protect you no matter what

he owed you that much, for stopping your body guard when you were in danger

and if you trusted him with your life, how could he let you down?

after all he could actually get away with this whole park jimin thing if he just did his job and collected the payment then he could get back to the village and help the poor families with their health care debts

he would just need to send them a message

he needed a way to let them know he was going to get money

but how was he supposed to do that when he needed to be around you 24/7 and you weren't allowed to leave the castle?

he could think of a plan later

right now, he just smiled at you in response to let you know he appreciated your honesty

that night jungkook laid awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling

he had escorted you to your room about an hour ago when you had voiced you were tired and wanted to go to bed

he kept thinking about how he was to send the villagers a message

they didn’t have any idea what he had gotten himself into, but jungkook doubted they thought he was dead

he had ran away for days before, the villagers and his family had grown pretty accustomed to it

jungkook loved going on adventures, exploring the outside world and visiting different places

he came to think of you, someone who was locked up in a castle for all their life

you never had such a chance to leave and explore

even though jungkook had spent a couple of days with you, he saw how much you yearned to go out there

he could see it in the way you stared out your window whenever anyone exited the castle, whether it was the guards or visitors

he felt so bad for you, he had no idea you could actually be so sad when all this time he had thought you were living your life to the fullest, getting everything you ever wanted in a silver platter

maybe he could sneak you out of the castle? with him?

it would be a win win situation

he would get to see the villagers and you could get a taste of the outside world

how would he bring it up to you? what if you said no?

when would it even happen? during the night? wasn’t that the safest?

his train of thought was interrupted when he heard a knock on his door

he adamantly got up and opened the door to find you standing there, shuffling on your feet, dressed in your night gown

“can i come in? just for a while?”

jungkook opened the door for you to come in

you took a seat at the edge of his bed, sitting down like a proper princess with your hands on your lap

“why are you still awake?” jungkook inquired

you bit your lip and brushed some hair behind your ear

“couldn’t fall asleep. sorry if i’m bothering you”

“it’s fine. i wasn’t getting any sleep either”

“kookie can i be honest?”

jungkook carefully sat down next to you and nodded

“i was a bit afraid just now. i heard a bang and think a bird flew into my window and i got scared i was being attacked”

“what? a bird? omg did you check????”

“yeah i saw feathers. i’m pretty sure it was a bird”

jungkook wasn’t convinced

he shot up and grabbed your hand, dragging you behind him to your room where he aggressively moved your curtains aside

he peered around, taking notice of the evident feathers still stuck on your window

“kookie?” you quietly called out when he didn’t say anything

“yeah? it’s all good. i don’t think anyone is around”

“okay”

jungkook had to admit his heart jumped to his throat when you told him you had heard a bang

his heart rate was calming down now that he had checked for enemies but adrenaline was still running in his system

he let out a sigh of relief and turned around to face you

you were standing there so innocently, hugging your own body and peering at him through loose strands of your hair

the moon shone trough the opened curtains and illuminated your shiny eyes and made your skin look angelic

you were truly beautiful those weren’t just rumors people spread around, jungkook understood that now

so his body reacted before he had the time to realize what he was doing

he engulfed your smaller frame in a hug

he carefully wrapped his arms around you and pressed your head against his chest, soothingly caressing the back of your head to tell you it was okay and you were safe now, there was no need to be afraid

you didn’t take long to respond, wrapping your hands around his waist and pressing your ear against his chest

“you should go back to sleep, (y/n). i’ll keep an eye on you, okay?”

“don’t you need to sleep?”

“if it means i get to protect you, then no”

“kookie how are you supposed to protect me during the day if you’re tired? at least sleep on my couch”

realizing you were right jungkook agreed

and even though you didn’t know who this boy was, you felt safe with him sleeping in the same room with you

the next day you noticed jungkook was being a bit more quiet

he was clearly in thought and you noticed him staring out of windows towards the village

maybe he was starting to miss his family and friends, you thought

he had been gone for almost a week now, wasn’t his family worried?

heck, you didn’t even know if he had family

just when you felt like you were making friends with him you realized you know absolutely nothing about him

but you wanted to know more, you wanted to be his friend

but you didn’t dare to ask him, he seemed like the type of person you should not bother when they’re deep in thought

so you kept doing you as jungkook quietly followed you around like a shadow

it wasn’t until the sun was finally setting down when jungkook finally said something to you

“when was the last time you left the castle?”

you sipped on your tea before glancing into the distance over the fence of the porch

“years ago. i might have been 15 or 16. i’m not completely locked up, i can go outside as long as it’s inside the walls”

jungkook hummed in response as he also stared outside

he had a look of admiration in his eyes looking at the scenery

the wind gently played with his soft, brown locks and the setting sun made his skin look like honey

“do you want to?”

“what? go outside?”

“yeah. to explore. meet new people in the village. try soup”

you snorted

“yes, soup boy. i dream of going out there every night, but i can’t. my parents would kill me even if i just asked”

“...have you ever like... tried to sneak out?”

“...no? i’m not suicidal, kookie”

“don’t be so dramatic. i used to sneak out as a kid all the time. it’s not that bad”

“you didn’t live in a castle full of guards, did you?”

jungkook shrugged

“i guess you have a point”

you nodded in agreement, taking another sip of your tea

after a short silence you decided to ask more about him

“you sneaked out a lot?”

“yee. i still do it as an adult”

“of course you do. how did you do it?”

“it’s easy once you get the gist of it. you gotta plan your escape during daylight, then execute during the night”

“you seem like an expert at this”

jungkook playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you

you huffed and turned to look at the village that could be seen

it looked inviting

you wanted nothing more than to go there, maybe as another commoner

you wanted to experience how other people your age lived their lives, make friends, go to public schools,,,,,, eat soup

“will you take me there one day?”

“princess (y/n), are you asking me to sneak you out of the castle?”

inside his head, jungkook was doing a victory dance

this was exactly what he wanted to hear you say

“maybe? so, will you?”

jungkook smirked at you

“i’ll think about it”

“i take that as a yes!” you cheered and stood up, ending the conversation there

skip time to nighttime again

you were in your bed about to fall into unconsciousness when suddenly something poked your cheek

you inhaled through your mouth in surprise and shot up

you quickly came to notice it was jungkook, but before you had the time to scold him you were choking on your own saliva

and finally you died from lack of oxygen

the end

jkjk you coughed there like you had pneumonia and jungkook looked a bit horrified

life flashed before his eyes when he thought this was how you were going to die

before you redeemed yourself and held your heart trying to catch your breath

“shit sorry didn’t mean to give you a stroke” -jungkook

“my own body guard just almost killed me” -you

“wtf you doing here anyways? they heard of knocking in your kingdom???”

“i got an idea”

you rubbed your temples in stress

this boys two brain cells decided to unite in the middle of the night and now he was here to tell you about it for some reason

“what is it?”

“let’s sneak out now”

you stared at him in disbelief wondering if you had heard him right

there was a bright smile on his face like he was proud of his idea and you had to admit it was cute but jesus christ

“kookie are you crazy? did you finally snap? people might want to murder me and you want to sneak out of the safety of this castle in the middle of the night?”

jungkook looked down, trying to think of a way to convince you it would be a quick run and he was a pro at this

“i heard there was a festival going on tonight. it would be the perfect opportunity to blend in and go unnoticed. no one could find you and harm you in a large crowd. especially when i’m there with you”

after jungkooks last sentence your heart skipped a beat

you stared at him for a good 10 seconds

and you couldn’t believe he actually convinced you to consider his idea

“besides no one is expecting you to run away. i’ll keep you safe, i promise”

and the second jungkook gave you a soft smile you were sold

damn he should be a salesman he could probably get you to buy anything

so there you were, a big hood on, sneaking behind jungkook on the castle property to try and find a way to climb over the walls

“don’t worry i already have an escape plan”

yeah right

“don’t worry there are people who probably want to murder you but we’re sneaking out of the most safe place you could be in” you thought to yourself

eventually jungkook helped you climb on top of a shack where you proceeded to climb the wall

you were surprised just how easy it was to actually escape

you hadn’t really ever dared to think about escaping by yourself

and if you got caught? you’d be dead for sure

you were still a little hesitant, but jungkook made sure you were following behind him, looking over his shoulder every 5 seconds

once over the wall, you stared into the dark forest right beside the castle and swallowed a lump

jungkook noticed this and quickly walked beside you, offering you to grab onto his arm

and you did, you held damn tight onto it

soon however, the two of you had made it to the edge of the village

and jungkook was right

you could hear loud music and people’s laughter all the way

he grinned at you when you squeezed his arm in response to the commotion

“see? we made it”

jungkook lead you through paths and roads all lit with lanterns

people started walking past you and the commotion got louder and louder

you kept your hood low so no one would recognize you

even though that was highly unlikely

until you had made it to the opening where the festival was held

people were dancing around

basically your mood went from “fuck i’m gonna die” to “holy shit this is beautiful” in a blink of an eye

jungkook saw it in your face and he realized this was his window to talk to his family

“hey umm you want soup? follow me”

before you could protest he was already pulling you towards a small restaurant right at the edge of the market

“wait here so people don’t see you. i’ll be right back”

you wondered why jungkook was acting so hurried all of a sudden but you still nodded your head

maybe he just really missed this soup you thought as you sat down on a bench to gaze at the people having fun at the market

a smile took over your features and you let yourself relax for a bit while being mesmerized over the view in front of you

you checked on jungkook inside the restaurant every once in a while and saw him happily chatting with the cashier

when all of a sudden you heard someone call out to you from the dark alleyway next to the building

“ma’am? could you help me lift this?”

you turned and saw a young black haired man smiling at you politely

he was lifting large boxes to a carriage

“sure” you smiled and stood up to help him

the two of you lifted up a box while the man examined you closely

“i haven’t seen you before. what’s your name?”

you slightly panicked but did your best to keep your cool

“oh, i’m from somewhere else. i’m visiting a friend. my name is... (y/n)”

you internally cringed at yourself for revealing your actual name but it was too late to take it back

“(y/n)? your parents named you after the princess?”

fuck

“y-yeah... exactly”

“well (y/n), my name is park jimin”

your name is what

wait-

your eyes widened involuntarily and you looked up at the man

he was still examining you closely, almost like he was trying to read your mind, maybe waiting for you to reveal your secrets

now you didn’t like this man very much

you had no idea if he was lying or telling the truth but either way you didn’t like it

you needed to abort mission and get jungkook asap

“oh uhh my friend came back! it was nice meeting you i gotta go-”

he stepped in front of you when you tried to hurry past him and grabbed your wrists

“i knew it was you, princess”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

the man who claimed to be the actual park jimin was now pushing you further into the dark alleyway so you were out of people’s sight

you were too frozen from fear that your body became incapable of trying to fight him

“get in the carriage” he ordered

and out of actual terror you were about to oblige

when a voice coming from behind him stopped you both

“what do you think you’re doing?”

the man turned around and came face to face with jungkook who had two plates of steaming soup in his hands

jungkooks eyes widened when he realized what was going on

he panicked but managed to throw the steaming soups at the man

he screamed in pain and instantly let go of you

so you took your chance and dashed towards jungkook who quickly grabbed your hand and started running along with you, guiding you throughout some dark alleyways

he obviously knew these roads very well, making you question everything about him and who that man was

you knew jungkook wasn’t legit, but now you were even more confused

all you knew is that you trusted jungkook more than you trusted that man chasing after you

finally jungkook pulled you inside a house and locked the door behind him

he watched from the small window on the door and didn’t turn away before he saw the man running past thinking you were still running

he then turned to you but didn’t meet your eyes

he was too ashamed

and he was scared

“who was that?” you asked him in a demanding voice

jungkook knew he had to tell you the truth

so he took a deep breath and prepared himself

“that was park jimin, your bodyguard. but i don’t think his actual original intentions were to keep you safe”

to be continued

a/n: how do i always end up writing about chicken gdi

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The Boxer (part three) - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 5091 warnings: swearing a/n: based on this song

[ I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles / such are promises ]

She woke up with a jolt, her breathing heavy and ragged and the room dim.

There were rushed whispers all over the place, and after blinking a few times to adjust her eyes she realized she was at Scott’s house, and he was sitting in front of her, taking her pain. She stared at his darkened veins with curiosity, not having seen something so bizarre before.

“Thank- you” She rasped out, her vocal cords burned as she spoke. He nodded, and turned to Kira who was sat next to him.

“Why don’t you go get Stiles and Chris” He asked softly. The fox nodded, kissing his cheek before heading out of the room. “You don’t have to speak, I’m certain your voice is strained” He continued with a gentle voice to (y/n).

“Where is everyone? Where’s Stiles?” She asked quickly though it made her throat feel like absolute fire.

“They’re all here, we’re all okay. Chris Argent found us, shot the omega that tried to kill you” Her eyes widened slightly as she processed all this new information.

“But I-”

“-was almost murdered! That’s what!” A new, louder voice exclaimed, and before she could even smile Stiles had rushed around the couch she was laying on and tugged her entire upper half up so he could hug her tightly. “Don’t even try to push. You’re not getting out of this” He mumbled, his hand supporting the back of her head as her arms wound around his middle.

“It’s okay” She mumbled into his shoulder. “I’ll allow it-”

“Stop talking your throat has to be in hell right now” Stiles scolded, pulling away and helping her lay back comfortably.

“What happ-”

“I said shut up,” Stiles scolded again. “That bitch omega managed to get a good swipe at your neck before Argent shot him” He explained, and (y/n’s) eyes went wide as saucers, hands reaching up to grasp at her neck, feeling a white gauze had been wrapped around it.

“Holy-”

“What don’t you understand about not talking? Let it heal” Stiles pulled her hands away, as Chris walked over.

“How’re you holding up kid?” He asked, earning looks from everyone else in the room. She glanced at Stiles pointedly, silently asking him if she could speak now. He answered with an eye roll.

Neither of them did anything about the fact that he was still holding her fingertips gently in his hand.

“Not my greatest, but it could be worse” She answered. “I was told I was going to die if you didn’t show up, so thank you” The man smiled down at her warmly.

“Figured I should step in before your parents had the chance to” He answered, making her smile back. Her gratifaction overwhelming for the fact he was there instead of them.

“Thank you” She said again.

“I better head out, maybe check in on the Hales if I feel like it” He said to Scott, who chuckled quietly and nodded. “Watch her for a bit… make sure her parents don’t come snooping around”

“We will” Scott reassured.

“Thanks Scott. Let me know tomorrow how she’s doing” Chris said, and looked down to (y/n) again. “Get better kid, don’t make me drag you with me back to France” She smiled softly and nodded, watching him leave with sad eyes.

“You can stay here, for the night, if you want” Scott offered. “There’s a guest room upstairs that you can have all to yourself” She nodded slightly.

“That��d be nice, thank you” She hummed.

“I have clothes,” Lydia offered a backpack, which Stiles took. “It’s just a bunch of random stuff I figured you’d want to pick something fresh to sleep in and for tomorrow”

“Thank you” (y/n) said again. “All of you, really, thank you”

“Anything for you sweetie,” Kira said in her sugar sweet voice, reaching forward to run her hand over the top of her head. “You’re one of us now, you know” (y/n) smiled sheepishly at the kitsune, a look that was new for her.

“She’s right,” Liam pitched in. “You’re a badass that’s saved my life twice now”

“Alright alright, reunion party tomorrow,” Lydia said, beginning to shoo everyone out of the living room. “Let’s let our girl rest up for the night”

Everyone cleared out, besides Scott and Stiles. Scott, who went upstairs to prepare the room for (y/n), and Stiles who stayed sat on the coffee table and holding her hand. They were both conscious of it now, but still made no comment on it. He just held her slender fingers in his , gently rubbing his thumb over her bruised knuckles.

“I guess punching stuff isn’t as fun without the gloves on, huh?” He asked, making her smile just a little bit.

“I don’t prefer punching bones” Her voice was quiet and raspy. “Always leaves bruises” Stiles nodded in response, keeping quiet for a moment as he stared at her hands. “If you hadn’t attacked me, I would’ve had that shot” She mentioned. “It could’ve been over if we’d taken out their leader”

“You weren’t going to get him before he got you” Stiles shook his head surely. “Admit it, I saved your life” He smirked at her, eyes meeting hers now and seeing that small smile she tried so hard not to show.

“I don’t think so,” She answered. “I think you compromised the whole thing”

“Nah” He grinned, squeezing her hand gently. “I don’t think so” She just smiled and shook her head at him. She wasn’t going to admit aloud that she knew he saved her, they both knew that.

“Hey, (y/n),” Scott called, bounding down the stairs. “You want help coming upstairs?”

“No, no I can do it” She said, pulling her hand out of Stiles’ to push herself up into a sitting position. A hot pain shooting through her side and she gasped as she grabbed at the pain. “Oh-”

“It’s alright,” Stiles moved forward, his large hand splaying over hers as he held her steady in her seat. “Just move slow, it’s not far, just up the stairs” He cooed quietly, and with slow movements helped her stand and limp towards the staircase. All the while Scott watching their dynamic as he aided her all the way up the stairs and into the guest room. He watched his friend help the girl into bed, going so far as to pull the blankets over her body.

“Thanks” She mumbled, curling up with her hand on her side to comfort herself. Feeling a patch of cotton likely taped to her skin.

“Yeah, no problem” Stiles replied.

“I’m right down the hall,” Scott said, pointing in the direction of his room. “And Stiles is going to be downstairs on the pull out if you need anything tonight”

“I hope I won’t” She sighed. “But thanks”

“It doesn’t matter what time it is,” Stiles spoke, causing her to stare up at him, “Okay?”

“Okay” She whispered back with a nod.

“We’ll leave you be, try to sleep it off” Scott said, and Stiles walked to the door. “Goodnight” He flicked the switch and shut the door.

“Goodnight” She murmured, trying her best to snuggle into bed and sleep.

It had been two hours. Currently it was one in the morning, and she hadn’t gotten even a minute of sleep. She wasn’t sure why, her body was overcome with fatigue and ache and she just wanted to pass out and sleep through the entire day. But it hadn’t happened.

At some point she grew bored of laying there playing on her phone, and texted Stiles downstairs.

[ (y/n) ] : are you still awake?

He responded instantly.

[ stiles ] : yes… why are you still up?

[ (y/n) ] : i cant sleep

[ stiles ] : yeah well the phone screen won’t help you sleep. turn it off and try

[ (y/n) ] : can’t

[ stiles ] : can’t?

[ stiles ] : wdym can’t

[ stiles ] : just try

[ (y/n) ] : can you please come up here

[ stiles ] : like…

[ stiles ] : to your room ?

[ (y/n) ] : yeah it’s not weird

[ (y/n) ] : we can talk

[ stiles ] : fine. but you have to promise to try to sleep

[ (y/n) ] : promise

[ stiles ] : do you need anything from down here?

[ (y/n) ] : no

When she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and shut her phone off and shuffled back in the bed to make room. It was only a twin, but it wasn’t like they were sharing it for the whole night, just for a little while.

She softly told him to come in when he knocked on the door, and he opened it as quietly as possible, closing it just as slowly to stay quiet.

“You should really be asleep” He mumbled, walking over to her. She patted the space on the bed with her hand, and he looked at her with a surprised expression. “You want me to lay here? This space is tiny-”

“I made room” She said quietly, backing up almost into the wall so he had just a little bit more room room.

“I swear,” He grumbled, getting under the covers and shuffling to get comfortable. “If you weren’t injured” He continued his whining that made her smile because she knew he thought it was nice, and when he finally got situated and faced her to see that smile he paused in his ramblings and just looked at her. “What?”

“You’re so whiny” She commented. “Doesn’t it suck being a pessimist all the time?”

“Ha. That’s real hot coming from you, queen of attitude” He snarked.

“Lydia’s the queen of attitude” (y/n) responded. “I just have a generally negative outlook on life” He chuckled at the idea, and she smiled again.

“Well, what did you want to talk about?” He asked. He found himself looking away from her eyes every few seconds. They were too close to keep eye contact for too long, he didn’t want to drift off and get lost staring at her.

“Anything,” She shrugged. “I just said that to get you up here, really”

“You know I’m a sucker for origin stories” He grinned. “So, what haven’t you told me yet?”

“Why do we always have to talk about me?”

“Because you’re way more interesting” Stiles responded, and though the comment was strange given her history, she blushed slightly.

“Okay… well what do you want to know then?” She asked. Stiles thought for a moment, trying to think of a good topic of conversation that would also lull her into sleep.

“Would your parents have killed you if they found out where you were tonight?” He asked, and she nodded.

“Yeah. That’s an easy one” She answered. “They would’ve wished that I’d died” Stiles frowned as her eyes flitted anywhere but his. It was quiet as she thought about the consequences that could have taken place because of her actions tonight, that luckily, shouldn’t happen. “Hey…”

Stiles looked up from where he’d been staring at her bruised hands on the duvet.

“You want to hear the craziest thing?” She whispered. “Well… crazy to me”

“Sure” He nodded, licking his lips subconsciously.

“A few months ago I absolutely loathed you” She mused. “The whole pack, really, I couldn’t stand it. You were all so… yourselves”

“I get that a lot” Stiles chuckled, making her roll her eyes and hit his shoulder gently.

“I was jealous, is what I’m saying” She murmured. “You got to live your lives and do what you want…” She trailed off for a moment. “I didn’t get that. And that first time I… that night that Scott and Kira and Malia were at the school, with the Berserker, God, I thought I was going to get involved”

“Really?”

“Mhm” She hummed. “I was so sure I was going to leave school the next day and the same thing would happen” She smiled to herself. “It didn’t, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of telling them that I wasn’t going to get involved, or if the Berserkers had left town… but the thing is I had wished they were” Stiles smiled at her.

“You wanted to be in our pack” He teased in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah, I really did” She whispered to him. “But I told myself I wasn’t going to put myself in a situation where I was fighting behind my parent’s backs. I couldn’t handle getting disowned… kicked out”

“They would do that?” Stiles asked. He knew her parents were strict about the things they did but he didn’t think they were that extreme.

“They’re radical hunters” She replied softly. “The way they’re involved… if anyone else had heard about it I’d be ejected completely from their society. Isolated” Stiles looked at her sadly, understanding now why she was so cold and distant whenever he confronted her about joining.

She caught his expression and smiled sadly.

“You get it now, don’t you?” He nodded. “I came back again though, when The Beast of Gevaudan had attacked the library, I saw Scott completely shifted with people around and… I didn’t really think twice about rushing him around a bookcase to get him to shift back. I didn’t want him to expose himself, especially with some of the rallies that some of the more radical hunters, like my parents, were starting”

“You were there for those?”

“No, I was forbidden from it. My parents saw me- see me- as an amateur. A weak link in a chain of strong independent murderers” The sarcastic tone in her voice made him chuckle under his breath.

“I can’t imagine anyone seeing you that way” He told her, and she smiled faintly.

“If you saw what some of these people can do… you can’t even compare us. Only contrast. I can just stab things. My parents have connections to snipers that could shoot someone from hundreds of feet away… a complete kill shot to their head” She poked Stiles in the forehead.

“Yeah, well you’re still a badass, there’s no tainting that image of you” Stiles complimented, making her smile again.

“Thanks, Stiles” She hummed. “I think they’d outcast me if they knew where I was tonight” (y/n) mused. “I think they’d send one of those snipers to kill me” She added softer.

“Don’t say stuff like that,” Stiles muttered. “That kind of negativity can’t be helping your healing process”

(y/n) slumped her shoulders, fingers playing with a loose thread on the blanket. With her eyes averted from his he found himself staring at her more than usual. He’d never noticed that her eyelashes were long enough to cast a small shadow on her cheekbones. He leaned forwards slightly, his fingertips brushing over her jaw tenderly. Her eyes instantly flickered up to his from the touch, surprised by the action.

“Does it still hurt?” He asked, hand dropping back to the mattress.

“No… not really” She relied. “I’m ignoring it”

She wondered why he’d moved an inch closer, and why he’d touched her face like that. And why it made her entire chest and face heat up.

“I’ve been through worse”

“Oh really?” Stiles asked, wondering how much worse a person could endure.

“Oh yeah, when I was first training to be a hunter, I would be set up on these tests. Hostage situations… torture…” She grinned sickeningly as she thought about it. “I’ve been starved, shot at, abandoned in the woods, you name it”

“Why are you the most disturbing and interesting person I know?” Stiles asked, making her smile honestly now. She shut her eyes, finally feeling relaxed enough to get some sleep. Stiles sighed and yawned, “You don’t deserve what they’ve done to you”

She smiled sleepily, setting her hand over his and slowly falling asleep.

“No,” She murmured into her pillow. “I don’t deserve you”

Stiles hadn’t meant to fall asleep with her, really, he’d meant to wait until he was sure she’d fallen asleep and then go back downstairs.

But he’d gotten so comfortable, and she was almost holding his hand, it was just so easy to sleep there next to her.

As soon as he’d woken up, he panicked that she would wake soon after and call him out on it, which he wouldn’t even know how to handle. So instead he crept out of the bed and snuck out of the room before she could wake up. He’d made it downstairs to make breakfast, only to find Scott sitting at the table, giving him a knowing smirk.

“How’d you sleep?” The alpha chuckled to himself.

“Oh, yeah, Scott, you’re just so funny” Stiles remarked, but Scott was still laughing.

“I can’t believe you spent the night cuddled up with a girl that wanted to kill you two months ago” He snickered. “What were you doing up there anyways?”

“She texted me last night and asked me to” Stiles shrugged, opting for cereal. “It’s not a big deal Scott, stop trying to read into it, you’ll make it weird”

“I’ll make it weird?” Scott snorted with laughter, shaking his head. “Come on, really?”

“Would you just pretend you had no idea? Please?” Stiles asked, putting back the cereal ingredients and bowl.

“Yeah” His friend agreed, watching him skip breakfast. “Are you leaving?”

“Yep, don’t want to be here when you tear down what’s left of my ego to (y/n)”

“Oh come on, you’re overreacting, don’t you think?” Scott asked.

“Really? Am I really?”

“Yes. You can be a bit theatrical at times” Scott nodded. “Look, did she sleep through the whole night?”

“I think so? How would I know that Scott, I was asleep”

“Well if she did, that means she slept good” He said with a simple shrug. “And I think that’s a good thing” Scott smiled at his friend, who only narrowed his eyes in return.

“I’m not in love with her Scott, stop trying to set something up” He said in annoyance.

“Okay” Scott laughed again. “You say that now” He mumbled more to himself. Stiles rolled his eyes. First Malia made the commentary, then his Dad, and now Scott.

“You’re the third person to piss me off about this, and three is not the charm, it’s the breaking point” He said dramatically. “I’m heading home, my Dad’s probably wondering where I am” He stated before heading to the door.

“He’s also probably wondering if you shared a bed with me or the new hot girl!” Scott called after him, earning the middle finger before Stiles left the house. Scott shook his head again to himself, amused by his best friend’s outburst. “That poor sucker”

(y/n) came downstairs to see Scott still in the kitchen, working on his homework in the peace and quiet. He smiled kindly at her as she slowly made her way to the table, the ache in her side still present.

“Do you want any medication for that?” Scott asked, nodding to where her hand was pressed against the wounded area. “My mom’s a nurse, we have a little bit of everything in this house. You can never be to careful in this town”

“I guess that’s true” She hummed in response as she eased herself to sit in a chair. “But I’ll be fine, it’ll pass”

“You sure?” Scott checked, brows furrowing. He couldn’t believe a human could endure the pain she currently must be in. But (y/n) just nodded her head and gave a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure” She answered. “Hey, did Stiles leave?”

Scott smirked at her question, making her head cock to the side and a confused but suspicious look cross her features.

“What?” She spoke in her interrogation voice instantly, not about to play games with the likes of Scott McCall.

“What what?” He responded, and a frown settled on her lips.

“What’s that look for?” She asked.

“I just find it curious that you’re so curious about his whereabouts, is all. Just curiosity” His attempt at sounding casual was a failed one, and she saw right through the act.

“You think something happened last night that definitely didn’t happen, your assumption is wrong, McCall” Her eyes narrowed as she looked him over, profiling him.

“What’s my assumption?” He asked playfully. Now he was just messing around.

“Nothing happened” (y/n) told him. “And before you go pressing questions, I asked him to come upstairs and talk to me”

“Yeah? You two are pretty close now, huh?” Scott asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl. “And to think not too long ago you would’ve wrung his neck if he even looked at you” (y/n) laughed softly as she looked at Scott, knowing he wasn’t all that wrong.

“We’re closer, yeah, but we’re just friends” She told him. “Simple as that”

“Mhm. Seems simple to me” Scott replied dryly, and (y/n) scoffed.

“What are you getting all cocky about?” She asked him, defensively crossing her arms over her chest. “Stiles and I are friends, that’s it. You think cause he stayed in my room last night we’re head over heels for each other? Sure, Scott, after one night I’ve become completely smitten for him, I just can’t control myself!” She went on a long sarcastic ramble, only further proving Scott’s point.

“Right”

“Jesus, everyone needs to pull their head out of their ass! This isn’t some Netflix rom-com, this is real, actual life!”

“Right” Scott said again, a smile growing on his face as she went on.

“Seriously, I’ve only actually known the guy a few weeks, what do you think of me?” She babbled now. “Just cause I was on the brink of death I’m just supposed to start throwing myself at men left and right? Is that really what you-”

“Maybe take a breath now” Scott suggested, and she stopped, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Feel better? Get it all out of your system?”

She answered him with a subtle death glare.

“I think Lydia would have understood that… mess… better than I can, but it sounds to me like you’re in a lot of denial”

“Do you want me to limp out into the streets and lay in the road for a car to run me over?” She asked rhetorically. Scott put his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’ll avoid all Stiles based conversation starters” He told her, and she smiled and nodded at him.

“Thank you” She told him sincerely. It was quiet between them for a few seconds as they thought of what they could talk about instead.

“So,” Scott sighed. “What’s up?”

“Hey, weird thing,” (y/n) called to Stiles as they were wandering around the- now abandoned, again- bank. In hopes of figuring out if they left any traces of staying behind in Beacon Hills, or if they actually skipped town like the others believed they did. “Did you talk to Scott? About… that night you stayed with me?”

It had been a few days, and (y/n’s) wound was almost completely healed up. Her limp was gone and a bandage wasn’t necessary, but it was going to leave a few nasty claw-shaped scars.

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, growing nervous from the question. “Did you talk to him? Ab-about it?” He stammered. His anxiousness made (y/n) chuckle.

“Calm down, I’m just curious” She said. “No wrong answers”

“I mean yeah, he kinda forced it on me, why?” He spoke carefully, wondering why she’d asked.

“Because, he mentioned it to me too,” She said. “Like he thought something had happened, you know?”

“Oh…” Stiles turned away to avoid eye contact.

“I told you there’s no wrong answers, you don’t have to be so uncomfortable” She said, hoping it could just be a regular conversation. “I was just wondering if he was asking you about it too, that’s all” She told him.

“Yeah, yeah he talked it me about it, teased me a bit, that’s actually why I left that morning. I didn’t want him to do the same thing and then make us both uncomfortable- I’m rambling” He took in a breath and stopped wandering, instead turning to look at her. “Sorry,”

“No need” She replied, dismissively waving her hand. “Forget I said anything”

She walked off to the stairs, and Stiles mentally cursed himself for making it weird. Not just today, but that night to He wished he’d never tried to lean in to kiss her, she obviously remembered and was making sure that he wouldn’t do anything like that again.

The rest of their day went much smoother, ending up bringing lunch back for themselves and extra for leftovers for Noah. They sat in the kitchen, eating their takeout and talking about their theories, which was gradually becoming random conversation.

“Stiles, what would they be doing in a gas station?” (y/n) asked. “That’s the most ridiculous one yet”

“What? No it’s not” Stiles retorted through a mouthful of food. He swallowed thickly before going on. “One of those secluded ones, off open roads. Think about it, barely anyone goes there who isn’t a customer or a drug dealer-”

“Stiles,” (y/n) said in between giggles. “Come on, really?” He threw his hands up dramatically. “I promise,” She said, calming herself and setting a hand on his forearm. “Your gas station is still safe”

He chuckled at her, shaking his head as he couldn’t help but smile.

Time seemed to fade away as they sat there giggling between themselves, with soft smiles and twinkling eyes.

(y/n) got that feeling again, the one she’d gotten that night they spent together. That she could sit there talking and laughing with Stiles for hours, it could never get old. She loved having time to unwind and just be around each other. Something about Stiles’ presence made her relax, which she doesn’t feel often.

When enough time had passed, she’d looked away, cheeks tinting pink with the embarrassment of having lost herself while looking at him.

“I should get going home soon, if I don’t want to get sucked into this gas station theory of yours” She sighed, standing up from the table and collecting her things in her bag, checking her phone before looking back at him.

“Okay,” He breathed, getting up to walk her to the door. “Get home safe, keep your lie simple” He said, making her giggle softly and nod.

“Why am I late? Oh, simple, I was with the Sheriff’s son… yes the one friends with the true alpha, the kitsune,, the coyote, the banshee, oh! And he has a beta too!” She went on sarcastically, making Stiles roll his eyes at her theatrics.

Before he really knew her, he would’ve never guessed they’d be where they are now.

“Just you wait, when they find out you’re on our side of this” He said, opening the door for her as she slipped on her shoes. “You’ll be good though?”

She smiled as she nodded, “Yes, I’ll be good” He nodded back at her, and the fell in a short moment of silence. (y/n) standing in the doorway, holding her bag and her keys, and Stiles standing there in front of her, unsure of what to say.

“And you?” She asked, her voice in the sweet polite tone he’d only heard her use when speaking to his father. But he nodded again, awkward and avoiding eye contact. “Alright then… I’m gonna go now” She held back a nervous laugh that threatened to escape her.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, then” Stiles let out a sigh, and (y/n) adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

“See you tomorrow” She repeated kindly, before stepping outside and walking to her car. Turning as she reached it, and waving again before getting in and driving off. Stiles had stood at the door and watched her go.

By the end of the night he kinda missed her presence.

“Hey Lyds, could you tell me something honest?” (y/n) asked as she met the banshee at her locker. Lydia, in response, turned and grinned at her mischievously. “Is my walk lopsided? I was walking weird after the incident, cause my side used to hurt so bad, but now I just wonder if-”

“Ugh,” Lydia rolled her eyes and shut her locker. “I thought you were gonna ask me about advice for Stiles. No, your walk is totally fine”

“What?” (y/n) stared at Lydia in confusion. “Why would I ask you about Stiles?”

“Because… you two slept together?” She said with a small giggle. “Why else?”

“Wait that’s- that isn’t- that’s out of context” (y/n) shook her head as she stammered, and her moment of anxiety made Lydia grin wide and even laugh a little bit.

“Sure sweetheart,” She said with a wink, earning a disturbed look from (y/n). “Don’t tell me you didn’t think about more” She said temptingly. “Come on… something had to have happened”

“Nothing happened!” (y/n) hissed. “Really, we just talked- seriously there was nothing-”

“So you didn’t even kiss him?” Lydia sighed. “Did you think about it?” (y/n) was quiet for a moment as she stared at the strawberry blonde. “I would never… Lydia I could never, ever want Stiles like that. That’s not the way the world works”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Lydia mumbled.

“I’m a hunter? He’s a human guy? Not to mention a friend-”

“Please, Romeo and Juliet? That’s the oldest trope in the book (y/n), got any other reasons?” She scoffed at the idea, while (y/n) remained confused, but curious as to what Lydia was getting at. “Really, what’s stopping you?”

“You’re suggesting I ask Stiles out?” The boxer inquired, like the idea was entirely unfamiliar. Even if the idea wasn’t that far from her mind.

“Sure, why not?” Lydia said, and (y/n) laughed humorlessly.

“No, I don’t think so”

“Fine,” Lydia shrugged, ready to walk to class. “But you’re gonna realize too late, I guarantee it”

Before (y/n) could question her new friend any further, Lydia had walked off, leaving her amongst her peers with a whirring mind of crazy thoughts.

On her way to her own class, she caught sight of Stiles, likely heading to the library for an empty, or maybe he was skipping, she wasn’t sure. He saw her as well, smiling familiarly and heading over to her when she waved.

“What’s up?” He asked, expecting a usual hello, maybe some weird drama or something. What she’d said instead, was very astonishing to him.

“You want to grab dinner this weekend?”

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Plucking Petals

Wanna One’s Lee Daehwi X Reader Word count: 3582 FLUFF WDYM FLOWERS DON’T GO WITH FLUFF • flower boy cafe! Daehwi ( oh god i’d pay to see that 😂 ) • your friends really like this cafe…especially Daehwi ;) • you just don’t get the hype • but Daehwi hyPES YOU UP 110% • ft. bffs Lisa and Somin tbh…. I haD ZERO ZILCH CLUE WHAT A FLOWER BOY CAFE WAS WE DON’T HAVE IT HERE but I now know because of my intellectual friend @woojinstinygf tysm beb 💓 Daehwi would fit this I hate it he fits everything how dare he anyways, I hope my lack of experience with flower boys ( or boys in general ) doesn’t come off strongly. Thank you for requesting this anon ! :) - admin L fun fact: Daehwi and I have the same uneven eyelids ‘problem’ but he has taught me to recognise them as a cute trait better. guYS THIS IS SUCH AS MESS I’M SORRY __________ “Oh my god, oh my god Y/N please! Please!” Your best friend, Lisa, begged. “Please! Please! I’m begging you right now.” She grabbed your hands in hers and tugged on them gently. For the past half hour, Lisa and Somin had been pleading with you to hang out at the new flower boy cafe that had just opened in your estate. Somehow, your best friends were crazy for the idea of cute guys, cakes and aegyo but the thought of it made you feel a little sick. Of course, it was nice to have cuties attending to your every need but it was all a fabricated fantasy and you didn’t exactly like your feelings to be played with. Your friends had been there without you twice but they had enough of going by themselves and thus, were nearly on their knees for this. “Please! It’s almost my birthday!” Somin pointed out, sticking out her bottom lip. You shot her a flat look. “That shit doesn’t work on me, Somin,” you fired back, referring to her puppy dog face. Y/N, how bad could it be? Isn’t it her birthday soon anyways? Just endure that place for a little while then you can leave. Maybe it isn’t as bad as you think. A voice inside of your head piped up.

You groaned. “I hate you guys so much.” “Does that mean you are agreeing?” Lisa pestered. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “But now, I will consider it…more than last time. I’ll think about it.” Somin beamed and clapped. “Yes! I know you would cave in!” “Y/N, did you know that Lee Daehwi is working there for the summer?” Lisa blushed, nearly letting out a squeal of delight. Ahh, Lee Daehwi. He was the president of the English Language Drama and Debate Society ( ELDDS ) of another college not far from the one you attended. You had seen him at plays once or twice and even complimented his good looks. Daehwi was incredibly smart and well-mannered but he also emitted this aura of enthusiasm. Flower boy cafes were bound to be his thing, it didn’t come as a shock. He had the brains and beauty, it was no mystery as to why people fawned over him. “I’m sure that cafe would be flooding with people because of him! All the more we must go! Daehwi is a limited time offer!” “Stop objectifying him.” You said flatly. “Sorry…but you know what I mean! Don’t you think you would look cute with him?” Lisa suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. Somin 'oohed’ and high fived Lisa, smirking. You nearly spit out the water you were drinking. You coughed violently, trying to pump out the water from your lungs. Once you had more or less regained your senses, you continued. “What? What! Lisa! Stop it, that’s too much. Don’t be like this, for both our sakes.” Lisa tsked. “Just wait and see, Y/N. No one can withstand the charms of Lee Daehwi.” You pursed your lips together, they were coated with a new shade of red today. “We have to see, Lisa. We shall see.” Lee Daehwi wasn’t going to steal your heart, you were sure of it. No matter how flowery his words may be. … Somin’s birthday quickly approached and it was her wish that she could celebrate it at the flower boy cafe with you and Lisa. At first, you opposed as strongly as you normally would have but softened when you realised how irrational you were being. It was your best friend’s birthday, it was going to be her day. So you sucked it up and agreed to celebrate in the flower boy cafe with your friends. To say they were ecstatic was an understatement. “Guys? What are you doing here?” You asked, wide-eyed and still clad in your pyjamas. You examined every inch of your best friends, they were well dressed, hair curled and probably had much more makeup on than usual. They looked ready for the red carpet. “Oh! Happy birthday Somin!” Somin squealed and hugged you, “Ahh, Lisa, we have one hour to transform this ugly duckling into a beautiful swan!” You didn’t know whether to be insulted or insulted flattered. Against your will, you were thrown into a hot bath with scented rose petals which you didn’t even know existed, so it came as a shock when Lisa plucked it out from the cabinet under the sink. It was like she knew your life more than you did. Once you were all fresh and clean, Somin dried your hair while Lisa began applying makeup to your face. “Yah, I envy your skin so much. So smooth, you should be in an Innisfree commercial,” Lisa said. “Did you guys know that Daehwi was in an Innisfree commercial? I’m pretty sure some shops still screen his photoshoot. It was a blessing,” Somin announced, her eyes clouded over as if she was dreaming. “Lee Daehwi…..” You clapped your hands in her face to signal that your scalp was getting too hot from the hair dryer. “Somin, …please concentrate! My hair is going to catch fire!” You shrieked but ended up laughing and nearly smacking the bb cushion out of Lisa’s hand. For the next hour or so, you let your friends doll you up in preparation for your first and last time ever setting foot in that damned cafe. Somin looked every bit the part of a party princess from her black crop top and red mini skirt, delicate golden crown earrings hung from her ears. No one would be able to take her eyes off her. But her gaze was fixated on you and tears nearly welled up in her eyes. “You…look amazing! Thank you for agreeing to go with us! My birthday would not be the same without you.” You could only hug and reassure her that as long as she was your best friend, you would do almost anything for her. Even going to weird flower boy cafes. … I take that back………..Why did I agree to go to this ridiculous place? Today’s concept appeared to be flowers, flowers and more flowers. Every single waiter had either a flower crown on his head or some sort of flower related ornament as part of his 'uniform’. How is this legal? You tentatively shuffled a step forward into the cafe. “Hello! Woah, someone call God because I think he sent down an angel.” A voice complimented, it’s owner gently placed your hand in his before bending down to kiss it. “I’m Daehwi, at your service.” It took you everything to not recoil and punch some sense into the president of English Language Drama and Debate Society, his pickup lines were awful! (bomb pickup lines created by yours truly™) Instead, you forced a smile on your face and gently removed your hand from his grip. Apparently, that wasn’t the reaction he had been hoping for, he pouted and whined in a small voice. “Am I not cute enough for you?” Daehwi allowed his puppy dog eyes to take centre stage, behind you, your friends were bursting with happiness, you could pretty much feel it radiating off them. You had to admit, this scene surprisingly fit him well, plus, he was naturally adorable so it made his aegyo either ten times more cringy or ten times cuter. For now, you could tolerate it. You sighed, “You are adorable. Could you please show us to our table?” Have Somin and Lisa suddenly become mute? Why am I doing all the talking? Daehwi snatched a couple menus off their place at the cashier and nodded. “Certainly, right this way.” You couldn’t help but admire his legs in those skinny jeans as he walked. ( i nEed to mAkE SURE MY BABIES ARE GETTING FED ) “You must be tired since you have been running through my head,” he proclaimed, shooting you a suave wink as he pulled out a plush velvet chair. You opened your mouth to protest but Somin and Lisa had already settled onto the love seat across and sent you a 'zip up’ gesture. Without an audible reply, you sunk into the armchair and quickly grabbed a menu in hopes of Daehwi taking the signal and leaving you alone. Quite the contrary, he took this opportunity to kneel down to your level and pushed the card down so your eyes met his. It was then that you realised how gorgeous his eyes were, especially his unevenly folded double eye lids, they made him more quirky and unique. “Did you know? I’m sweeter than all these things written on the menu combined?” Daehwi said smoothly, fluttering his long eyelashes. You giggled despite how lame it was, satisfied with finally eliciting a reaction out of you, Daehwi bounced away but hung around his group of tables. The other customers whispered about his obvious attention directed towards you. You tried hard to tune out to those, cheeks already turning red. “Ahhh, and who said they would hate this place forever?” Lisa teased, squealing. You frowned at her, shaking your head but the pinkness of your cheeks was a contrast to what you said. “S-stop it.” You stuttered out. You nearly smacked yourself for being so affected by Daehwi’s actions. He does this to like two hundred other customers three times a day. Why are you so affected? Get a grip, Y/N! Stop feeling so special. It’s literally his job, it’s not like he likes you. “Yah! You’re crushing so bad on Daehwi right now! Look at your face!” Somin giggled, she subtly pointed to the boy with silvery dirty blonde hair who was fixing his peach coloured flower crown and let out a small annoyed huff when it didn’t seem to cooperate with him. It was true, Daehwi was the most charming boy you had laid your eyes on. Major crush material, huge boyfriend material. You smiled smugly, playing with a lock of your perfectly curled hair courtesy of Somin. You weren’t going to fall for the flower boy, you were going to make the flower boy fall for you. … Daehwi set your cup of tea down on the coaster without messing up any of the intricately displayed macaroon towers - Somin had insisted on it -. Skills. You were mildly impressed he hadn’t messed up on anything yet. Before he left, he tapped you on the shoulder and made a heart with his fingers before pressing it to his plush lips and blowing you a kiss. Though you were screaming internally, you kept your unfazed look on and pretended to catch it, only to crush it and let it go. It did hurt when the smile on Daehwi’s face fell but he quickly recovered. “Does Y/N not like Daehwi? Daehwi is hurt!” He wailed, sticking out his bottom lip and crossing his arms over his chest. ( guys kms idk how to describe aegyo and I’m not good at it either ) “Can Daehwi show you more aegyo? Will you love me then?” Oh my god. He should be paid double to act like this. Without any warning, ( someone come collect their mans ) he cupped the sides of his face and squished his cheeks together, furrowing his brows and pouting. “Y/N? Do you like me now?” ( bOii I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO YOU LIKE thIS ) He’s so extra…… “Daehwi, you’re already prettier than the flowers in your hair,” you complimented sincerely. For the first time, Lee Daehwi, the confident, assured President became flustered. His eyes went as large as tea cup saucers and he opened his mouth multiple times wordlessly. He covered up with his 'bbuing bbuing’ and shuffled back to the counter, pink blush extremely prominent. Another boy with black hair saw what had happened and punched Daehwi’s arm playfully, repeating his actions and mocking him. He seems like a perfect fit for Somin. Doesn’t Lisa know him from somewhere? School? Oh! They were in the same theatre department before he graduated. She hid her face when you glanced at her. Lisa reached over and smacked your shoulder, grinning. She raised her hand. “Seongwoo oppa, it’s Somin’s birthday today. Does she get anything…I don’t know…special?” Lisa tapped a finger on her lip, looking deep in thought. “No-” “Somin! Oh gosh, happy birthday!” Seongwoo wished her, a bright smile on his face as he plucked out a flower crown from his apron pocket and placed it on her head. Seongwoo took her hand in his and kissed hers gently. You struggled to hold in your giggles. Back in the kitchen, Daehwi was plucking petals off a daisy violently. “She loves me, she loves me not….she loves me, she loves me not. She…..” His best friend, Bae Jinyoung, saw the state he was in and sighed. “Yah, Daehwi, just tell Y/N how you feel.” “I can’t! I’ve liked her for so long yet I’m messing up every chance here! Why is my job so hard!” It was his eighteenth time re-tying the flower crown around his head, a sign of his anxiety increasing. Eventually, he gave up and let his bangs flop, it was long enough to conceal both eyes. At least it hides my weird eyelids…..Wait, why tf is Jaehwan hyung mopping the floor now? Daehwi wondered as he exchanged his half bare daisy for the tray Jinyoung had arranged nicely. Suddenly, as if a light bulb ignited, he had an idea. Without a second thought, he gracefully used the lack of friction to his advantage and slid all the way to your table, tray balanced in hand. Daehwi made eye contact with you and delivered his line perfectly. “That’s how I slid into your DMs, babygirl.” ( fckboi alert! ) Your small smile was nowhere near Somin and Lisa’s excited clamours. Disappointed, Daehwi hastily set the tray down and rushed back to the kitchen. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans and Jaehwan’s cleaning skills were terrible. Too!! Much!! Soap!! He let out a tiny yelp as he slipped on the damn patches of marble, landing with a thump. Without thinking, you rushed out of your seat to check if he was all right. “Daehwi! Oh my god! Are you hurt?” Your hands found his, you helped him to his feet, completely unaware of the eyes boring holes into your back. “Oh! Your flower crown!” You retrieved it from the ground and carefully nestled it on Daehwi’s curls. “No prince is complete without his crown,” you blurted out before slapping a hand over your mouth. “I-I…I think I just fell for you,” Daehwi declared, pun-intended. You gaped at him in disbelief and lightly slapped his shoulder, unable to stop the laughter. “You’re awful.” “But you love me.” “No, your aegyo sucks.” He gasped in mock offence, eyebrows creased, arms folded, cute little foot stomp. “Yah! Daehwi’s aegyo is the best! I can do the gwiyomi song for you!” “Don’t you do that for everyone,” you pointed out. “I never come here. Make my first time special.” You trotted back to your seat in triumph, not really sure what you were happy about though. Maybe it was because you challenged a cutie to do something special, personalised just for you. Somin and Lisa’s jaws dropped, however, there was still some sort of smugness and 'I knew it’ that emitted off them. ( you know, 'pretends to be shocked’ ) The rest of the went by joyously, you were glad to catch up with your best friends even though you saw them every single day. Lisa updated you with the latest gossip - “Did you know that Lai Guanlin hasn’t been in school recently? People think he’s travelled back to Taiwan to train as a professional basketball player.” “Everyone thinks that Ha Sungwoon is in love with his sugar daddy, Yoon Jisung. I ship it.” - Somin unwrapped her presents - “Because I want to capture you crying on camera.” - and pulled a fake shocked look many times yet cried in the end. Seongwoo was there to dry her tears. Shameless couple. Daehwi had not returned to your table since then, in fact, he didn’t seem to be in the cafe anymore and that sparked your curiosity. When you asked Ong, he shrugged and apologised. You hoped you would see Daehwi at least once more before leaving but when it was Seongwoo and Park Jihoon who carried out Somin’s birthday cake, you began to lose hope of seeing him ever again. Maybe I’ll just start attending school plays more often….just for Daehwi. I’m so hung up about this I can’t help it. With Lisa at your table, the cake disappeared in record time. It was no surprise, really. You took time to savour the sweetness, creaminess and softness. Also an excuse to spend extra time here waiting for Daehwi to make an appearance. “Y/N has got it so bad for the flower boy! Finally! I thought she’d never like someone,” Somin rejoiced. “You have to thank us if you do end up dating him, Y/N. Two of us made it happen.” “I’ll ask him out only if you kiss Seongwoo…uh, on the cheek of course,” you retorted back, taking a sip of your beverage. Where! Is! Lee! Daehwi! Somin groaned and her eyes narrowed. “Fine, if that’s how you want things to be.” It was an easy task for her. Somin never struggled with dating, regardless of who it was. “Let’s go. We still have about three other cafes to go to before the sun downs,” Lisa beckoned, grabbing her fancy cross body bag. “I can get the bill. You guys can pay me back later.” You marched over to the cashier. “Yo, Seongwoo, are you sure you don’t know where Lee Daehwi is?” you hissed. Seongwoo bit his lip, sighing. “Okay, okay. He just told Jaewhan to cover for him and ran. His break is ending in a couple of minutes though but it doesn’t seem like he’s in the area.” “Oh….” Your face fell, mildly upset. “It’s fine. Thanks. How much?” Seongwoo told you the price and you nearly dropped dead. “I can add a 20% employee discount! You guys are my friends anyway.” He tapped a few buttons and the price decreased. Still, it blew a hole in your wallet, bank account dented. “Thank you, Seongwoo oppa! Please date Somin. Please!” You chirped. He laughed. All of a sudden, the door to the back room burst open and a frantic Lee Daehwi came tumbling out. He looked like he had returned from running a marathon. His apron wasn’t on and his flower crown was lopsided but in his arms was a bouquet of deep red roses, all fresh and lush. “Y/N!” He rushed to your side, somewhat out of breath and flushed. “Daehwi? Are you okay? What happened?” You quizzed worriedly. Why was he so anxious? Did he run? In those ridiculous shoes? “Y/N, you-you called me a prince just now but what prince would be fit without his princess. Here, I-I bought these for you. I hope you enjoyed your time here, no matter how much you hate this place.” Daehwi beamed hopefully at you, placing the flowers in your arms. “Daehwi….you didn’t have to!” You squeaked, lost for words. You covered the left side of your face with your hand, avoiding other customers gazes. “Y/N, I’ve never done this for anyone. You are saved in my heart,” he paused to perform his aegyo. ( Park Jeojang is shaking! ) “I’ve had a crush on you for forever. Ever since I saw you at one of the debate tournaments supporting Somin. I fumbled so much in my speech because of you. Then, I managed to know more about you through your friends as creepy as it sounds. Now I’m confessing, oh god. How crazy is this?” He babbled, clearly flustered and worried. His face reddened and his eyes could only linger on the floor. His weird shoes scuffed together. “Hey, Y/N!” Somin yelled, once she had your attention, she pressed a quick peck to Seongwoo’s cheek, right on his constellation. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “So, what are you doing later on?” Oh my god. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, your grip on the roses grew tighter. “Uh, Daehwi?” He looked up at you, smiling shyly. “Thank you, I’m flattered but-” The crestfallen look that crossed his face as enough to make anyone burst into tears. Your hand enclosed his, squeezing it comfortingly. “But, are you free tomorrow?” “Considering the fact that dyeing my hair alone cost $350, I’m worth a dime. But princesses deserve diamonds.” Daehwi winked cutely despite his heart gradually cracking. “Let’s go on a date. Call me,” you managed to squeak out without messing up before slipping him a napkin with your number scribbled on it. You winked as you let go of his hand and practically skipped out of the shop, leaving a shell-shocked Daehwi in it. He gaped at your disappearing figure for a good thirty seconds and then neatly folded the napkin before stuffing it into his wallet. His blush was comparable to the strawberry cake Jihoon was serving. Once he came back to his senses, he fist pumped and jumped for joy. Seongwoo rolled his eyes at the amount of half bald flowers and flower stems scattered around Daehwi’s locker. “I’m glad he doesn’t have to pluck petals anymore.”

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ioistan · 7 years

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happy birthday bubba!!!

it’s phoenix aka pho aka bubba aka @kangspeach birthday so here’s a list of some running jokes/memories between us and a heartfelt message at the end because i protec but i also attac

anyways u should probs only read if ur pho because i’m not trigger tagging this post but it’ll be under a read more

no one handles can handle

id ride his dick into the sunset

the roast pig is p hood

ivonique

good lucky buddy

dead god

sHUR THE HECK UP

hot topic is love hot topic is life

the only major ones i temember is christams

trig can go burb

omg thats so cure

kwedn of urls

imma right u

hopefully theres some good stuff at ur th maxx

what is wrong w me todat

idk a hoya i only know a daniel

what is going on here on this here day yoy binch

a hand fetish? in my good christian neighborhood?

sehun could fuck me ear if he asked

6/18/17 kylee and winnie meet

i found ya you little slut

#giveroserecognition2kforevef

the minion kink

a feast of minick (minion dick) and minussy (minion pussy)

“would u give him the minussy” “okay”

there so go

whatever the fuck our first conversation was

all i remember is designer eye bags, dan, and toxic hellscapes

free the tiddy

chug the windex to cue urself of all ailments

support the winnie cause

“man i hope winnies dad chokes on air-obamas departure speech 2k17″

yes because im capable of taking five dicks at a time

ride the thigh into the sunset

when he hitting it from behind and he growl babdook

the babadook fanclub

dangerous noodle duo

ur the noddle curlier than all the other noodles

can i get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bronut and a shot of dude milk?

no homo broski

luhans arms

the koreeb phase

furries #neverforgeturfursona

ur deviantart died with a furry icon

nonbinary queen #1 and #2

shut the heck ur mouth

were u commented rawr x3 on my gfs pix??

so what if i was huh

fite meh !1!!1!1!!1 “pulls out flowing green radioactive scythe

come at me!!1!1!1!1!!1 *pulls out purple cat shaped shuriken*

sdudenly i cnanto rdea–

baby eater

xXxEdGeLoRdXxX

edgy emo pornstars

the furry sc adventures

im crying they rlly memed iy

“BITHC U DONT NEED SCREENSHOTS ANYTIME ANYDAY ID RIDE THAT MAN INTO THE SUNSET” i dont even know who this was about send help

T******

D A R K T I D D I E S S H O W M E T H E B R O K E N L A W S O F P H Y S I C S

MY ULT BIAS LUHANNIR

ur magcon phase

ur one direction phase

the holy emo trinity

tao and wendy are sex gods apparently

emo furry phase

ur deviantart icon was a scene furry

im gonna fucking did

omg ur 5sos phase

u admitted ud be jealous of vivi if sehun gave them more attention than u

#getonurknees4yixing2k16

ridr

the monsta x bias bet that we gave up on like 2 months into

wjohnny

phtaphon

wjtaphon

june 2016 when i asked u for chinese food and u said no and im bring this up to my deathbed and beyond

forever grude

drudge

grudge

FUCK

EARLESS PHO

JUST LIKE THE ANIME CHARACTERS I DREW

NO EARS

u drew charas w ears wdym!!!

FURRIES

F U R R I E S W E A R S

“id set u on fire if u sent me a used cactus” “guess u should set me on firr”

“ur mans a furry just like u. furry^2″ “leave us ALONE”

the anon hate

“U SNET THAT 2 ME, UNDER MY ROOF, THE DAY OF MY DAUGHTERS WEDDING, SHAT ALL OVER MY GARLIC BREAD,”

the tongue emoji debate

“ur tongue is too pink “at least our tongue doesnt look like it caught the bubonic plague”

“hoya who? i only need cheesy garlic bread to make me sq***t”

baboon > bab

thigh riding team competition?? what the fuck were we on my dude

nutted so hard my nuts flew off

situp competition with ur ex

#keepurcoochiessafe2k16

kink s a m e

3d design guy that ended up being a closet ussr lover

lamao

lmoa

gonna best u up

dont let the selfies glop, uh dont let the selfies glop UH

hand sink mayhaps

ho(rt)

“also five years ull be a loaf of bread how do u feel” “i hope chanyeol eats me”

ur shinee bias? ot5

hoeror

gOROR

HOROR

the xiumin bias dilemma

mystic messenger craze

“who at the top of ur hit list” “u”

midnight cinderella screenshot

the phos reciepts folder on my phone

my memes folder has more potential then my future

“no nothing u cried after stepping on ur stuffed animal??? that’s so innocent. how r u so pure and nasty at the same time”

xfivesvcondsofhorrorx

“gomen ne! gomen’nasai!! i haven’t been posting recently but-”

makoto tachibana and haruka nanase have returned to their well-deserved places in my heart and i’m sure they’re not leaving anymore”

ONE TRUE PAIRING U BAKA

the furry commission

the booty poem that some1 commissioned u to write

elephants with hair debate’our failed snapchat streaks

anyways i hope u got a good laugh out of that because i know i certainly did because some of the shit we sent each other was wild

anyways where do i even begin!! happy birthday to my bubba, my babdook fanclub vice president, my nonbinary queen #1, my ride or die, ½ of my dangerous noodle duo!!!! it’s been a long 2?? years together and i hope we spend even more than that!! you’ve been there for me thru thick and thin, through the ups and downs, through my oanic attacks and dilemmas, and im glad we’ve stuck through!!! you’ve made so many jokes with me, hell it’s so nice that you’re someone i can talk to about anything no matter how strange, nasty, or borderline uncomfortable and not be judged for it!! i love the fact that when i’m at a low and i don’t feel like talking u don’t complain about me avoiding a conversation and we just go right back to it!! ur the strongest, kindest, most hardworking and dedicated individual i’ve met and thru the odds you’ve always come out better and better, and i love my typo queen. i hope being 145 is a year that treats u well, after all u aren’t half way to thirty forever, only 6 months actually ;P my fave fetus and my fave shorty, i’m glad we’ve been able to grow together. from 13 to grandmas, remember? also hey if we’re both single at 45 we should just get married and adopt a bunch of pets because i’m so down for that. i love having a non judgemental, open minded friend that i can talk about anything with, that entertains my 3am thoughts and listens to me fangirl despite the fact that some of our fandoms dont even interlap anymore. ur the kindest, sweetest, funniest, and most photogenic person i’ve ever met, and i’m glad i can meme it to death with you!!!! happy birthday pho, and never forget: there so go!

#text #dangerous noodle duo #babdook fanclub

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Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said: Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight? Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question. Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you J: Yeah but how did you feel? Y/N: Wdym? J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation J: I am Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial J: Answer the question Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on? Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up J: I’m not even doing anything Y/N: Sure… J: You wouldn’t dare Y/n: Watch me J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now. Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh J: I just want you baby Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner! J: You’re the one who said no to texting Y/N: And look where that led us J: We can always ditch Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby Y/N: I know I want it too J: Then please Y/N: After dinner J: During dinner Y/N: No J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon. Y/N: If I come out, will you behave? J: Sure Y/N: See you soon J: Love youuu Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

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