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h2bakugou · 3 years

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hello! May I please have a Dabi x fem reader in the lov who likes to draw? I think she finds his scars and stuff to be a work of art in itself and is like (oh heck I gotta sketch this). He glances at what she’s drawing and she gets all flustered! Maybe he even takes his shirt off at one point which can lead to some other things~ (I like smut but if you think fluff fits the prompt better that’s alright with me!) Thank you and I love your writing!

a/n: hii! of course love! this is super sweet omg i love dabi, i feel like i dont capture his character very well but imma try like hell😩😩this is probably ooc for him but it’s sappy and i love it

summary: dabi’s hard to read, but that doesn’t stop you from sketching him. you find beauty in his flaws, entranced by his scars, so much so that dabi can’t help but be interested in you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, sappy romance bc i love this man, some spicy themes, one mention of a slight(possible? idrk what counts) manga spoiler (e.g. dabi’s past/history) (manga spoilers in tags!!)

wordcount: 2k

;cut due to suggestive themes;

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It’s never been a really big secret that you liked drawing. But when it comes to working for the league, specifically, the League of Villains, your line of work doesn’t allow for very much downtime unless you’re in the midst of planning some sort of attack or rebellion.

Whether or not the league keeps hopping from rendezvous spot to rendezvous spot isn’t up to you, but you never fail to get a little used to the eerily calming silence that falls upon the league during the first twenty-four hours of the new four walls that seem to keep you safe for the time being.

With a barely sharpened pencil in your hand, a small drawing pad in the other, you’re staring at Dabi as you sketch him.

It started as a bit of a joke, maybe just teasing him since he liked to tease you about being into him since you were the only one he was really super close, if you could call being the first one he spoke to every time he saw you or the one you sought out to be paired up with during missions, ‘super close.’

But now, it was something you enjoyed.

Dabi was one among the very interesting members of the league. Something about his scars just seemed to entrance you. Pulling you in further and further down a rabbit hole of questions that you had but never let leave past your lips.

It felt wrong to ask, not that it was a bad thing to be curious, but because Dabi was just so mysterious. No one knew anything about him, or about who he was, his past, even his real name was a mystery.

It felt wrong to disturb the unnerving peace that was Dabi. The resting expression on his features balancing on a thin cable between anger and poor personal resilience.

Dabi’s scars were the highlight of your sketches, always standing out. What the others may have thought to be ugly, or unattractive, you thought were beautiful, and emotional.

There was a story behind them, one you wanted to know, one you wanted to uncover and read, page by page, line by line, and word for word, discovering just how truly deep Dabi’s past was. But only Dabi could show you that, only Dabi could open that book for you. And you were willing to wait. You’d wait an eternity if you had too.

His rough raven hair is messy and strewn about as you scribble down his facial features, the groggy lighting making it just a tad difficult to see as you lead the pencil over the warm white paper littered with graphite covered fingerprints.

His arms are positioned on a counter, the art work resembling how he was sitting sloped against the kitchen table, elbows pressed against the dark mahogany wood, hands resting by his mouth as his cerulean eyes peer off at the cracked cement wall in front of him, occasionally glancing back at you.

The other members of the league were scattered about but it didn’t bother you. Toga asked you a couple of questions, wondering what you were doing, if you were excited about the new plans and such.

You replied quietly as to not disturb the peace.

But soon some of the members left, going off to go eat or find something to do. And soon you were among the few left behind, along with Dabi, Shigaraki and Mr. Compress.

Having almost finally finished your current sketch, you were stopped by a pair of hands picking up your drawing pad. Rough and calloused fingers drew your pad away and your attention away.

“Hey I’m not finished.” You glanced up at Dabi. Dabi just admired the talent poured into the sketch. Dabi couldn’t wrap his head around why you drew him so often, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of touching in a way.

“Is that really what I look like?” Dabi joked, handing you back your sketch pad.

“You have looked in a mirror once before, right?” You titled your head to the side, adding a bit more detail to his scars as you began to draw again.

“A few times. But I’d rather look at you, doll.” Dabi’s hands reached down again, this time pulling at your hands. Leading you out of the room where the other two members sat, finding a way to entertain themselves, Dabi lead you up some stairs in questionable condition.

Picking a random room, he sat down on the rickety bed and waited for you to sit down.

“Why’s that?” You tease, returning to drawing, looking up at him every few seconds to reference. And to admire him.

“You’re easy on the eyes, beautiful and-”

“Are you saying you’re not beautiful, Dabi?” You stopped him, not pausing to look at him.

“I’m not beautiful, I’m gorgeous.” Dabi chuckled, shaking his head jokingly as he laid back against the bed, his head dangling off the opposite end.

“You are.” You confirm. Finally finishing up your sketch. You get up and walk over to him, handing him the finished sketch.

“You add so much detail to my scars. They’re just scars.” The tips of Dabi’s ears flush as heat floods to his face. He’s flustered but he won’t admit it. He can’t understand why you think he’s so beautiful.

You don’t speak. For the first time, you’re speechless. You sit down beside Dabi, and now that he’s sitting up, he faces you.

You reach your hands out and gently lift one of his arms, holding one of his hands in your own. You run your fingers across the scarred flesh, gently caressing his skin.

His hands are cold compared to your warm fingers. He’s getting chills all down his spine as you touch him. It’s not meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but he’s still shocked that he’s letting you touch him.

“Your scars are beautiful. I’m sure there’s a story, something about them that might make you hate them, but I love them, and I think they make you that much more beautiful. You are a masterpiece, every scar a carefully calculated brushstroke on a beautiful canvas.” Your words finally come out, overflowing with love. You can’t sit quietly anymore.

“Dabi you are beautiful.” Your eyes lock with his, and you can tell he’s unsure of what to do.

Dabi no longer felt he had the ability to cry, but if he’d let himself, he would’ve done it in that moment. Being so open and vulnerable around you just happened. It came too easily, and he hated it, but he loved you.

Pulling his arm away form your warm touch, he tossed his jacket off and to the side before tearing his shirt away from his body, allowing you to see his chest, and more of his scar covered skin.

Sitting quietly with a faint blush on your cheeks, you couldn’t look away. trying to avoid staring directly at his toned chest and his nipples, you raised your hand and allowed your fingers to sink down across his sternum.

Soon your fingers were met with his abs, which the heat on your face noticed far too well.

“Say it again.” Dabi mumbled. You lifted your head to look into his eyes again, your hand still resting against his chest.

“You are beautiful-” The moment the words left your lips, Dabi’s own lips were pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly, more than he intended too, his hands mangled into yours, pushing your arms over your head.

His heart was pounding and it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest onto yours. Pulling away for a few seconds, Dabi’s hair covered his eyes as he looked down, finding interest in the collar of your shirt.

“I want you.” Dabi’s words were simple, but they didn’t have to be complex. You knew what he meant, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. A chance to see him in a different light, with deeper meaning.

A chance to connect with him, one on one.

“Then take me.” Your fingers intertwined with his, your arms still resting above your head. It didn’t take long for his lips to magnetize back to yours, sticking to them like glue.

When Dabi thought about sex, he didn’t come anywhere close to making love. There wasn’t that sort of option when it came to him. He didn’t think he was at all capable of love, let alone a relationship that was going to have any sort of emotional connection strong enough to make him feel stable.

But you, you were so vastly different from anyone he’d ever fucked. So different from an excuse to get his dick wet, to get his mind off of league business or heaven forbid, his past.

But you, you were what he needed, what he wanted. It was far from therapy, but it’d work. Having you around was like a drug, addicting, and he’d be going through withdrawals if he couldn’t have you.

Feeling you, touching you, fucking you, kissing you, it was fuel to his fire. He was damaged goods, broken and shattered, impossible to put together, but you were doing your best, working on the smallest parts, exercising precautions, and opening your heart to him.

Hearing his name in the form of your moans as he rutted into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips drove him wild, much like the way your hands tangled into his hair, forcing his head into your chest where he kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

Your moans and his own grunts of pleasure were spewing from the locked room. Dabi didn’t care if the others heard, he was enjoying the moment.

Every part of it. Every part of you, every part of your body, your words, your love. And before he knew, Dabi was at his highest, his face flush against your naked chest, breathing heavily as he inhaled your scent.

Still inside you, he didn’t move, allowing the two of you to catch your breath. It was in this moment, if Dabi allowed himself to cry, he would’ve cried a second time. He was so infatuated with you, so attached.

“I love you.” Your words scared him, causing his cerulean eyes to peak at you through locks of his noir hair.

“That’s stupid.” Dabi kissed your sternum, kissing up your chest, stopping at your neck to leave a little mark, only to meet at your lips in the end.

“How?” You ask softly, your hands massaging his scalp as his lips hover over yours.

“I can’t explain it, it just is.” Dabi frowned, trying to understand what your eyes were saying as they clouded with emotion.

“Love is complex, and I think that maybe you’ve never really had good experiences with it. If you’d let me, I could show you just how beautiful it can be.” You offer, a small smile on your lips.

“If you feel the need-”

“I do. I love you, and I want you to know love.” You kissed his forehead. Dabi eventually pulled out, not minding the mess, he’d clean up later.

“I want you to know why I love you.” You whispered, hugging him closer to you.

“Why I love your scars, your hands, your strength, the rasp in your voice, all of it. I love.” Dabi’s arms are strung over your waist as he lays, face nuzzled in your neck. It’s a bit of a stretch for him, and he feels out of place, but it’s oddly comfortable.

The next couple of times you draw Dabi, you ask to see him shirtless again. And with every new sketch, there’s something new to be learned, for Dabi. He’s learning about love, and loving you.

He finds that you still draw him incredibly cute, and though he won’t admit it, he loves when you draw him. He’ll pose for you if you ever ask, and you always tease him a little about how it was like he was born to be a model.

It’s a long road ahead of you, but it’s one you’re willing to take, to show Dabi just how important love is.

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masterlist

#dabi #dabi x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya #touya x reader

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oinkawa-bb · 3 years

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first time dads!haikyuu pt.3

request: Hiii I just read everything you’ve posted and I. Am. In. Love with your writingggg! I was hope to request a part 3 for your first-time dad series for Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, and Akaashi :) -@lollypop-lam

note: ahhhh!!!! helloo bb~~ thank you so much for your luv<3333 i was rly not expecting so many ppl to read this series!! but i enjoy writing it so here’s a part 3 for you (i tried to add more variety of scenarios for y/n so it’s not all the same!) hehe i hope you like it! thank you for ur request!<3 here is dad!tsukki, akaashi, yams, and kenma

mentions: pregnancy, domesticity, fluff, slight angst, timeskip, fem!reader

part one (daichi, kuroo, oikawa)

part two (iwaizumi, suna, atsumu, osamu)

☀︎—kei tsukishima

he already knew something was different since the day you took the test

kei could sense that you were tenser than usual

Exhibit A was when you slightly jumped as he placed one hand gently on the small of your back,

it was really nothing out of the ordinary...

so he raises an eyebrow at you, not saying anything, but just questioning with his curious expression

you bite your lip,,,,

this was unplanned and even though you’ve recently discussed having kids, you’re worried about how kei might feel because honestly you’re pretty anxious,

but when you break the news to him,

the corners of his mouth are upturned into a soft grin

and he quietly pulls you into a hug

you also could’ve sworn that there were tear stains that he left on your shirt after

but when ur in his arms while he’s whispering about how excited he is, you know that you’re ready to have a family with him<33

tsukki likes to express his care for you and his child through subtle affectionate gestures,,

like his favorite thing to do when he comes home from work is envelop you in a back hug,

and he likes to run his large hands gently over your bump, waiting for a kick

when he feels one, you bet your ass that this man is grinning bc he just can’t hide his excitement !!!

i feel like he’d be a super cautious dad-to-be,

like if you’re given prenatal vitamins or told not to eat certain foods,

he has scrutinized the labels and the internet to make sure everything in the house is safe for you and his bb<33

during your whole pregnancy, he’s more logical and clear-minded, but there’s a stark contrast on the day you actually go into labor owo

like i’m talking sweat beads running down the side of his forehead

and his hand clutching yours for dear life as he guides you to the hospital room

during the entire labor, tsukishima can’t be separated from you...

like when you get up to go to the bathroom and make him stand outside, he’s leaned against the door with his arms crossed

he’s acting like a bodyguard?? but like for what idk

he’s quite tense until his baby makes their appearance,

but when he does get to hold the baby, his body is wracked with silent sobs and he’s overcome with a wave of emotion

he’s silent on the outside,

but his mind can’t even begin to process the monumental amount of love he feels for u and this little bb <333 🥺🥺🥺

dad tsukki has fallen in love all over again.

☀︎—keiji akaashi

akaashi slips into the bedroom when he hears ur sniffling,,

your back faces him, but he can tell that ur hunched over something in your hands...

when he approaches you and sees that your eyes are puffy n swollen,

his voice is filled with concern,

“what’s wrong?”

it takes a moment for you to choke out your words but you manage,

“keiji, i-i’m scared,”

then he catches sight of the white stick in your hands,

and he sees two faint lines sitting on its little screen

he takes a seat next to you, pulling your body against his and pressing a kiss to the temple of your forehead,,,

“what are you scared of when you have me?”

the two of you have a long conversation that night,,

mostly with akaashi reassuring you that he’s prepared for whatever decision you make and that he’ll always be there to support you🥺

the next morning,

you’ve calmed down and thought clearly about this, realizing that many of your anxieties stemmed from how keiji would react,

but after realizing his willingness to support you,

you can’t help but smile and press a hand to your belly as you look in the mirror in the bathroom

and when akaashi sees this, his heart is so full and excited!!!🥺

throughout your pregnancy, akaashi is overwhelmingly supportive and emotionally reliable,,

he listens to your concerns both physically and mentally, helping you talk through your worries and find solutions,,

he’s also suuuper intimate with you,

bathing and pampering you,

staying up late to talk with you,

waking you up with kisses nd breakfast in bed,,

he’s just the most perfect partner to you.

and every day you spend beside him reaffirms your excitement to have his child

when the day arrives, you’re beyond anxious,

he can just tell from little gestures you make that you’re more nervous than ever before,

so akaashi has one hand on you at all times during labor, so you can physically feel his support

the process couldn’t have gone more smoothly than it did, and akaashi’s so grateful

and when he gets to hold the baby against his own chest,

he’s smiling through the tears that are welling up bc

his eyes now lay upon the most beautiful replica of you.

fugg i luv keiji🥰🥰🥰

☀︎—tadashi yamaguchi

the day you tell yamaguchi you’re pregnant?

he’s probably crying.

no, he’s definitely crying.

he’s also definitely overexcited

so when he went in for a hug, he immediately lets go bc he’s worried that he hugged you too tightly🥺

he’s just a ball of emotions and kind of all over the place!!

but he gets it together asap and is already on dad duty the very next day

making doctor’s appointments, listing purchases to be made, planning for your baby shower, n anything he can do to be prepared

he makes many a few unnecessary purchases

something like a bougie hundred dollar memory foam pregnancy pillow for u

and a temperature controlled collapsible baby stroller for his bb

his heart was in the right place but his money was not asdgfd

but he wants to treat you like the queen that you are,

so he’s always excited to come home to see you after work

and he likes to bring home things that will make you happy

food and baby clothes and flowers uwuwu

i also think tadashi came up with the idea to start scrapbooking the memories of your soon to be little family of three <33

so he takes cute little polaroids to keep them in a scrapbook

and he also definitely keeps a lil photo of the baby’s ultrasound in his wallet that he often takes peeks at while at work

and he can’t help but smile and tear up at the thought of starting a family w u 🥰

every morning, he just feels so blessed to wake up to the sight of you n your lil bump aka his future child ?!?!!?

and when that realization registers in his brain,

he just has to pull you close to him, plant a kiss to ur belly, and cuddle you for as long as he wants <333

the day you go into labor, yamaguchi lugs like 3 hospital bags frantically out of the house (he definitely stuffed them fully to the brim)

he’s overall pretty anxious but he’s mostly anxious about the pain you’re going thru🥺

with each hour that passes at the hospital, he’s pacing the room back and forth, always coming back to ur bedside to hold ur hand and kiss it many times

when the time finally comes, yamaguchi can’t believe that he’s actually seeing his child irl

like.... he’s in awe of the beauty of his child, just utterly speechless...

it registers a little bit later and he’s crying again

but back home, yamaguchi is always so eager to take care of his baby and he’ll do anything n everything to take care of his child and help u rest and recover

dad yamaguchi melts my heart

☀︎—kozume kenma

so u decide to plan a little surprise for kenma one morning

and he’s all groggy from just waking up,

but he peeks his eyes open when he hears you shuffling back and forth right at his bedside,,

he sees that you’re only wearing a white oversized tee and he’s about to pull u back in bed for more sleep,

but then kenma’s eyes focus on the text that’s handwritten in sharpie in the center of the shirt over your stomach

“kenma jr.”

he’s never seen this shirt before, and then he’s realizing what it means and his eyes widen in anticipation !!!

so u crawl on top of him and lay your head on his chest while he’s processing,,

“you’re—?”

“yes, kozume. i am.”

he’s smiling with his eyes closed,

and he lifts his head to kiss your hair before wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear that “he doesn’t know a kenma jr. but he can’t wait to meet them”

you swat at his chest jokingly, and he smiles even wider,

but you don’t see the love that resonates deeply in his eyes when he looks down at you🥺

bc you end up falling asleep on him lmaooo

but ever since that day, kenma is on high alert whether it looks like it or not...

he’s especially protective of u in public,

observing those closest to you and gently shifting you out of the way when someone gets too close...

kenma is most affectionate though when he thinks you’re not aware,,

meaning he likes to run his hand over your stomach, admire your sleeping expression, nd gently kiss your hair

all while he thinks you’re asleep but you’re not tho and it makes ur heart explode

kenma also doesn’t struggle to sleep at night, but he ends up choosing to stay awake for as long as u are

and he stays awake even after u fall asleep bc he likes to whisper some of the sweetest words to just kenma jr uwuwuwu

on the day when kenma accompanies you to the hospital, he’s listening intently to the patterns of your breathing,

so he knows when the pain is worst and he holds onto you tighter during those times,,

after hours of labor, kenma ends up super teary eyed at the sight of his baby,

he’s silently swaying the baby in his arms nd just thinking about how much his heart is overfilling with luv...

he knows kenma jr now... and he loves kenma jr with his whole heart<333

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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lotus flower

summary: escaping an abusive relationship was difficult. rushing to a camp in the middle of nowhere to escape your husband shouldn’t have been as terrifying as it turned out to be.

pairing: xavier plympton x reader x chet clancy, reader x abusive husband named roger

word count: 1.5k words

warnings: abuse, physical abuse and mental abuse, mentions of abuse and physical depictions of what happened, ahs 1984, canon typical situations

a/n: idk if i’ll actually continue this bc idk if it will do well. however, i wanted to see the response i would get and i really liked writing this in general soooo. also, for the title, just look up the meaning of a lotus flower :) you’ll understand if you don’t already.

You were running. From him. From your past. From the nakedness that now adorned your ring finger. And that’s how you ended up at Camp Redwood, as a counselor. It was a job, far away from Roger. As much as you had wished you could have stayed and not uproot your entire life, you knew that staying there was dangerous.

The fading bruises on your stomach were proof of that.

You had heard about the position through the newspaper—the only survivor of the 70′s massacre wanted to open it up to try and create some good memories there.

Miles away and deep in the forest was your best bet of avoiding your abusive husband.

So you called and inquired about the job—you weren’t even interviewed hardly. The woman asked your name and said you were accepted. All you had to do was show up the day before the kids were supposed to be there. It would be you and a couple other counselors, but there weren’t that many kids—you wouldn’t be bombarded by everything.

You had hardly been out of your car for five minutes when Margaret led you over to Bertie.

“While we wait for the others to arrive, maybe you can help Bertie,” she said, giving you a smile. “I’ll be back.”

She didn’t wait long before she rushed off, leaving you alone with the chef. You gave her an awkward smile.

“Hi...”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, balancing her cigarette between her teeth as she talked. “Here,” she moved to grab a crate full of bread. “Take this inside for me?”

You immediately did as you were asked, taking the crate as soon as she handed it to you. She took notice of your shakiness, but she didn’t comment on it, much like she didn’t comment on the multiple scars you had lining your bare arms.

Bertie took in a couple more things with you, only taking a break to light another cigarette.

"And this is Chef Bertie," Margaret said, walking up alongside of quite a few other people. You stood by her truck, looking at the people as they all came around. "A Camp Redwood veteran."

"Dibs," a man with blonde hair and a blue shirt quickly spoke. He smiled over at his friends, clearly joking.

"You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it, handsome," Bertie spoke, smirking over at the man.

You couldn't help but laugh at Bertie, quickly placing a hand over your mouth.

"And who are you?" the blonde quickly asked, raising an eyebrow.

You averted your gaze.

"She's another counselor. She got here earlier in the day. [Your name]'s car was the one you parked beside of," Margaret said.

"Oh, so the one Xavier here almost hit with his door?" a blonde girl grinned, crossed her arms over her chest.

Xavier's eyes widened and he looked back at her. "I did not!"

Bertie rolled her eyes, holding up a crate of eggs. "Put those scrawny arms to work and help a lady fill her pantry. All of you, grab a crate. This heat is a killer," she spoke, sighing softly as she removed her cigarette. "You don't have to carry anymore, [Your name]—"

"—I can," you smiled over at the woman. You moved to take a crate which looked as though it had been filled with bottles of spices, sugars, and flour.

The man beside of Xavier had taken the crate of eggs.

A guy with brown hair came up beside of you, his arm brushing against yours as he grabbed a crate himself. He blushed but couldn't help himself from smiling at you.

"Sorry," he said.

You gave a hesitant smile, moving to walk back into the dining hall when Margaret began to speak again.

"Chef Bertie here worked here when I was a counselor. We are so blessed to have her with us."

Bertie continued to talk while everyone else carried in crates. You stayed inside, putting things where they needed to go—it wasn't that hard to figure out things. Of course, you avoided putting up things like spices. You didn't know if she liked them organized a certain way. As you walked back out, you couldn't help but overhear Bertie.

"I'm sorry that one bad apple ruined it for everyone. Minute I heard Margaret was reopening this place," she said, waving her hand, "I was the first to volunteer."

Margaret looked at everyone and breathed through her nose. "Alright. Let's continue with our tour. [Your name], come along with us. You haven't seen everything yet."

You gave a small nod and hesitantly followed along, looking at the group of people. They all seemed pretty friendly with each other.

The lot of you walked along towards the showers. Margaret was set on showing you all everything.

"Girls shower in the AM, boys in the PM. Same goes for counselors, too."

Eventually, your walk lead you to the cabins.

Margaret eventually left you all alone, and you stayed in the girls cabin. The boys ended up sticking around, talking with the girls that they clearly knew. You sat on your claimed bed, looking through your suitcase. You purse your lips, half-listening to their conversation, half-not even paying attention to what you were looking for.

“Hey,” the same boy who bumped into you earlier spoke. “[Your name], right?”

You looked up, seeing him standing right in front of you. Your eyes widened but you nodded.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Chet,” he grinned. “Mind if I?” he pointed to the spot beside of you.

You nodded in response. Chet sat down beside of you on your bed, handing you an unopened can of beer.

“Uh, no thank you,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve... seen enough alcohol to last me a lifetime.”

“Seen—“ he stopped himself, nodding slightly as he watched you. “Alright. Well, why don’t you come join us? I promise, we don’t bite,” he chuckled softly. “We’re gonna turn on the TV. Don’t be a loner,” he said. “We’ll be here all summer anyway. Might as well get to know each other now.”

You nodded, knowing he was right. “Uh, okay,” you said, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.

Chet continued to smile in your direction. He stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Come on,” he said.

A feeling in your gut was screaming at you to just stay put. But you reached out to take his hand, knowing that for the first time in several years, you could do so without someone waiting to ridicule you for it.

Chet smiled even more once you took his hand and he lead you over to the couch.

Everyone introduced themselves to you, making sure they knew your name correctly as well.

The flirtatious blonde looked over at you, his eyes set in a glare.

“You better not think about stealing Bertie from me.”

Your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks burn. “I would never—”

“Mhm,” Xavier rolled his eyes. “I saw how you looked at her. If I were her, I would have looked at you the same way.”

“Wow, Xavier,” scoffed Ray. “Give it a rest, will you?”

“What?” Xavier laughed, keeping his eyes on you. “I mean it, though. You’re like super fucking hot,” he said.

You averted your gaze, guilt swelling in your chest. This was wrong. You were married. To a piece of shit asshole, after all. Your marriage to him didn’t matter. Especially now that you were so far away. You didn’t have to feel guilty. You didn’t have to feel like you were going to get in trouble. No one here knew of your past, and they would never know as long as you never said anything.

After a moment of thinking of what to say, you looked back up at Xavier with a smile.

“You’re not too bad, yourself,” you said.

Xavier let out a triumphant laugh, grinning. “Sweet,” he breathed out, looking you up and down. Montana slapped his arm and he leaned back where he sat, rolling his eyes at her. “Can you not hit me again? Please? That kind of hurt.”

Chet cleared his throat as he looked at you. You quickly turned to face him, hoping that he didn’t think it was wrong of you to say so.

“He’s definitely not lying,” Chet spoke. “You’re super fucking pretty. I, uh, don’t want you to settle on him just yet,” he grinned, leaning against his hand as his elbow rested against the couch.

You couldn’t help from your own laugh escaping you. “Don’t worry, Chet. He’s not the only cute guy here,” you said, locking eyes with his. You noticed his blush right off the bat, but you didn’t say anything about it.

You were glad you were here. This was good. It would be good. It had to be good. But what you didn’t know was that your hopeful thoughts were far too good to be true.

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because-of-a-friend · 4 years

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Boyfriend!Jeonghan Fluff

MASTERLIST

Hey anon! I hope you like this one! Again, I’m sorry requests are taking so long right now! I’m officially down to one full time job so hopefully I’ll have more time for writing! Jun was requested so the entire series will be done soon! Again, I hope this one is good!

Like Coups

Jeonghan doesn’t even really think about dating for the longest time

Not because he’s stressed

Or because he’s prioritizing anything over it

He just simply doesn’t see the appeal

For him there’s just no reason to put the effort into dating

Sometimes the other boys try to feel sorry for him or try to give him dating advice

And he brushes it off and is like

“No no, you don’t understand: I. Do. Not. Want. To. Date.”

And he’s really fine with it

Doesn’t get jealous when he sees the other boys and their partners

He just tells himself he’ll get there someday

And until then he’s just vibin™

Then one day he’s just lazing around the dorm

“Hyung can you put more clothes on, I have a friend coming over”

“Ughhhh DK why??? Can’t y’all hang out anywhere else?”

“No, we’re meeting here, go put clothes on”

So Jeonghan stumbles up to his room and takes his time throwing on a tshirt and sweatpants

Then he stomps back downstairs working out a plan to politely greet DK’s friend and then make an excuse to slip away so he can go to the studio and take a nap

But then he walks into the room

“Hyung, this is my friend [Y/N].”

Jeonghan stops dead in his tracks

“Oh, uh, hello, I’m Jeonghan”

“Nice to meet you!” you smile brightly at him.

And he gets this weird feeling in his chest

“Nice to meet you too”

Anyways, he decides to stick around and hang out with you and DK for awhile

And he’s just like...

Infatuated™

Later he crawls into DK’s bed

“Dokyeom, do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Are you talking about [Y/N]?”

He shyly nods in response

“Makes sense, you two would be perfect for each other, they’re a homebody just like you”

Jeonghan giggles and little and snuggles into DK

“Hyung, why are you acting like this? It’s kind of scary”

After that DK starts inviting you over more often

Kind of just to throw Jeonghan off and see his reaction

Every time Jeonghan tries to be super suave and casual, but he just looks awkward and shy as he goes “Oh, hey [Y/N], I didn’t know you were coming over”

Then one day, DK invites you over

And as soon as Jeonghan comes down to greet you

He goes “Oh, Woozi just texted that he needs my help at the studio, I have to go. Jeonghan, would you mind entertaining [Y/N]? I would hate for them to have come all this way just to turn around and go back home”

Jeonghan is glaring at DK behind your back bc he knows exactly what DK is doing

“Oh, you don’t have to! There’s a bookshop on this side of town that I like anyways, I can just hang out there!”

“I’ll come with you [Y/N], DK’s right, he was incredibly rude to invite you out here and then abandon you”

Now DK is glaring at him lol

But you and Jeonghan end up going to the bookstore together anyways

He’s really quiet at first, shyly hanging back to watch you peruse through book selections

The light in the bookstore is soft and when it hits you, you sort of glow

Jeonghan wishes he could stare at you looking like that forever

Then you start to notice that he’s quiet

So you grab his hand and pull him closer

“What do you like to read, Hannie?”

“Oh, um...”

He turns away and scratches the back of his head to try and hide his blush

“Oh, is it ok if I call you that?”

“Yeah, I um... I like it”

“Ok... Hannie”

He has to clench his fists to stop himself from squealing

You link your arms and continue on your conversation about reading

When you find a books that piques both of your interests

You sit down in a back corner of the store and read it together

You both actually get incredibly invested

I mean it’s hard not to love the way Jeonghan leans in and stares brightly up at you as you read

Oh and the book is good too

Darkness falls and the bookstore gets ready to close

So you buy it with the promise that you and Jeonghan will finish it someday

“How about Saturday? Over coffee?” he asks with a sudden surge of confidence

“I’d really like that!” you happily agree

So you meet up at this small cafe and work on finishing the book

It’s harder this time, you keep making jokes to each other and getting off track

But you’re both having a great time

“I’m going to go get a refill, do you want anything?”

“No thanks, [Y/N], I’m good right now!”

You get up to go up to the counter

Jeonghan stares around, looking for something to do until you get back

He picks up the book and starts thumbing through it

He flips through the first pages and realizes you’ve already made notes in it

“Wow, they’re fast�� he chuckles to himself.

Then he starts reading your notes

“Jeonghan really liked this line”

“This part made both of us laugh really hard”

“Hannie was surprised by this part”

Jeonghan feels his heart start to pound as he reads your scribbles

“Hey Hannie, can I ask you a question?”

He jumps when you appear back at the table

He quickly sets the book down and then feels weird for acting like he got caught stealing or something

“Yeah- um, yeah [Y/N], you can ask me anything!”

“Is this a date?”

“Would you like for it to be?”

You can feel your face heating up as you nod

“Then this is our first date, [Y/N]”

Once you two are official

Jeonghan gets less shy and nervous

Honestly he prefers to take the lead in your actual relationship

Because he wants to make sure you feel comfortable and cared for

If you thought you were able to make Jeonghan nervous when you were just flirting with each other

He’s able to make you 10x more nervous in the actual relationship

He’s such a flirt

Like you’ll literally just be sitting on the couch

And you’ll look up

And he’s just staring at you and biting his lip

And you’re like ???????

Why are you doing this to me?????

As long as he knows you’re comfortable and gets consent

Most physical affection is pretty forward and intimate

It’s just one of the ways he teases you lol

Expect slow kisses down the side of your neck and when you whine, he smiles evilly innocently at you and asks what’s wrong

He knows exactly where to run his fingers softly down your skin to get goosebumps to pop up and your heart racing

And when he massages your scalp.... WHEW

But he seriously thinks you’re the cutest thing ever

So yeah he teases you

But he also loves

Pinching your cheeks

Softly cradling your face in his hands and stroking your cheeks

Cuddling up with you and making you feel safe and warm

All of your dates are super cutesy

Casual

But cutesy

Coffee shop dates

Picnics

Walks in the park

(Mostly y’all stay in)

DK comes down stairs and you two haven’t moved in hours from your position binging tv on the couch

“Yeah this is about right”

“Shut up, Dokyeom”

Both of you enjoy just casually spending time with each other

There’s no pressure for extravagant gestures or gifts

Neither of you really want that kind of relationship

Both of you are on the same page with understanding that you show your love for each other in other ways

Unfortunately he’s not great with actually talking out his feelings either

He prefers actually showing he cares

It’s one of the reasons he teases you so much

He panics when it comes to admitting how much he cares about you and how much you mean to him because going all in is scary and he doesn’t want to mess things up or say anything wrong

So he just replaces it with something surface level and avoids it for as long as possible

Sometimes it’s frustrating

And you try to understand

But it’s also scary to wonder if he feels as deeply for you as you do for him

The straw that breaks the camels back is the night you try to talk deeply to him

And he just kind of shrugs it off

So the two of you don’t really talk to each other for the rest of the night

You actually go to bed early

Later Jeonghan crawls into bed next to you

He pulls you into him and lets you bury your head in his chest

“I love you”

His confession hits you like a ton of bricks

“I know I’m awful at actually saying things and I need to work on it, and I promise I will, but until we get there, just know that through all of it, I love you”

You do get there

It takes him awhile to feel comfortable with deep conversations

But he takes the time to listen to you and work out how to respond with honesty

After being with you he feels like he really blossoms in his connections to his emotions

You inspire him to get more comfortable with being more open and honest and help him understand there’s no reason to be embarrassed about his emotions

You take care of him in a way he didn’t even realize he needed

The boys notice the positive change as well

“I told you, you two are perfect for each other”

“DK, you only said that because we both prefer hanging out at home to going out”

“But I knew, didn’t I?”

*BIG SIGH*

“Yes, DK, I suppose you did”

Your relationship is incredibly pure

It’s based completely on mutual trust and understanding

And even if some forms of communication are challenging for the two of you at first

You always strive to do your best to always be honest with each other so your relationship is strong and healthy

Jeonghan is not the type to date casually

When he dates someone, he’s in it for the long run

You don’t realize it for a long time

But when he starts dating you, he knows he’s found the one

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years

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Better ♠ Rafe Cameron ♠

request - hi! um this is oddly specific but i had this idea so... can you possibly do an imagine where rafe and the reader are dating and rafe is like super super sweet (and she makes him a better person🥺), but the reader is also jjs sister and he gets really mad when he finds out about the relationship bc he is really protective of her, but at a party or something a touron messes with the reader and rafe sticks up for her so jj starts to come around to the idea of their relationship

thank you so much for the request @abbyobx. It’s such a cute idea and I love it! Also, this is my second Rafe fic of the day and I can’t say I’m disappointed. I hope this lives up to your expectations!

word count - 5.3k warnings - mentions of suicide, mentions of violence and verbal abuse, there’s some almost assault depictions but it doesn’t go very far

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You fell back against the bed, sweat beading across your forehead.

“Damn, Cameron,” you groaned. “You really know what makes a girl happy.”

Rafe Cameron stood in the doorway, a bowl of ice cream in his hands. With a smile, he walked over to you and sat by your side on his bed. You sat up, reaching out to take the bowl in his hands, but he moved it away. You narrowed your eyes at him as he took a large bite of the ice cream.

“You want some?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You reached forward, bypassing the ice cream bowl to grab a fist full of his shirt and pull him closer to you. Rafe smiled, prepared for a kiss, but you stopped just a breath away from his lips.

“Give me that damn ice cream,” you whispered. He passed the bowl off to you, more concerned with your lips than teasing you any longer. You smiled and bit your lip, feeling the cool ice cream through the ceramic bowl. It was a welcome relief against the humidity that bore down on you.

You turned away from your boyfriend, gleefully putting a spoonful of chocolate ice cream into your mouth. Rafe leaned over and pressed his lips against your bare neck.

“Babe,” you whined. “It’s too hot.”

Despite your protesting, you titled your head to the side, exposing more of your skin. Rafe accepted the invitation, his teeth grazing against your neck. You lifted another bite of ice cream to your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. He put his hand gently around your neck, pulling you in closer. Your stomach flipped and fluttered as he nipped at your skin.

“Were you trying to bribe me with ice cream?” You asked, blindly moving to set the bowl on the night stand.

“Maybe.” His warm breath made you dizzy. With the bowl out of your hands, you turned toward him, catching his lips in yours. The two of you both smiled. Your heart pounded, tugging him closer by his shirt. His thumb brushed against your neck, sending ripples of trembles through your body

There were two men who had ever wrapped their hands around your throat. The first was your dad. Luke Maybank was level A asshole and when he got angry, well, sometimes things got out of control. It wasn’t a memory you liked to call upon often.

But the second was Rafe Cameron. And it was completely different. He was always gentle and his hand was never there to control you or make you feel unsafe or hurt you. If anything, it made you feel a thousand times more safe and cared for.

“I have to go,” you murmured when he pulled away for a single breath of air. Instead of responding, Rafe kissed you again. He took your breath away, even when he wasn’t kissing you like a mad man. He tasted like the ice cream you had just been craving seconds ago, which now sat forgotten and melting on the night stand. With his one hand caressing your neck and his lips working against yours, you were puddy to his touch. You were melting almost as fast as the ice cream was.

He pulled gently on your lower lip with his teeth and that was a sure sign of what he wanted. You were more often willing to give him exactly what he wanted because it was what you wanted too.

You knew the role you played in getting him clean. It wasn’t something you boasted about because the work was all him, but you were there to lend a helping hand. You saw him on the days when withdrawal made him puke all over the floor, the days when he wanted to scream and rage and burn down the entire town, the days when he just wanted to cry, the days he wanted nothing more than to just die. You had been there through it all and now that he was free from it, you wanted to give him everything he asked for.

When he needed you like he did now, you had trouble walking away. Especially when the butterflies in your stomach were restless and you wanted him just as badly.

But, you were meeting with your brother to go surfing today and he would worry if you were late.

“I have to go,” you said again with a sigh. Rafe pulled away and let his hand fall against yours, a soft smile on his face. You watched his eyes carefully, knowing full well that he had the intention of asking you something. “What?”

Rafe dropped his head, letting out a heavy breath. When he looked back up at you, he wasn’t smiling.

“You still haven’t told him about us, have you?”

You grimaced, turning your face away from his. He gave your hand a small squeeze even as you looked away.

“Rafe....” You trailed off. Just imagining how your brother would react to you dating Rafe made you nervous. He wasn’t anything like your dad, but when he got angry, his explosions were just as dangerous. “JJ has never liked the idea of me being with anyone. If I tell him that we’re together-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Rafe sat back, laying himself flat against his bed. You fiddled with your fingers for moment.

You wanted to tell your brother. He was your best friend, your rock, your favorite person on the planet. And you didn’t want being with Rafe to come between that. There was a fear deep in your stomach that, if you told JJ about your relationship, you would drive a wedge between the two of you. But not telling him was putting pressure on your relationship with Rafe and that was something you couldn’t risk.

“I’ll tell him,” you said with a tone of finality. Rafe turned his head to look at you with his eyebrows raised. Throwing the blankets off of you and clambering off of Rafe’s enormous bed, you nodded your head. “I’ll tell him today.”

“Babe, you don’t have to,” he said, pushing himself up onto an elbow. “I know why you don’t.”

You shook your head as you pulled your jeans on, hopping back and forth on each leg.

“He deserves to know,” you said. “And you deserve better.”

Throwing a t-shirt on over your head, you walked around to the other side of the bed. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Rafe’s forehead.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at that party?” He asked, putting a hand on your arm. You smiled and gave a short nod.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You turned toward his door, pulling your hair up into a ponytail.

“Call me!” He called after you. You trotted down the stairs, walking through the kitchen on your way out.

“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called to you from the dining table. You turned and smiled at Rafe’s younger sister.

“Hey, Wheez,” you said. “How’s your morning?”

“Good,” the girl replied with a smile. “Heading home?”

You shrugged and let out a sigh.

“Unfortunately.”

“Next time you come over, maybe we could play pool,” Wheezie said. You laughed.

“You’ll have to take that up with Rafe,” you said. Wheezie rolled her eyes and turned back to her cereal. “See ya, Wheez.”

“Bye!”

You walked toward your car, twirling your key ring around your finger, humming quietly to yourself. You passed Sarah on her way inside. Looking up, you saw John B’s van pulling out of the driveway. Sarah’s eyes were drooping, her hair a wild mess.

“Have fun last night, Sar?” You asked her with a laugh. She looked up at you, finally realizing you were there. She tried to smile, but she looked downright exhausted.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled, shuffling toward her front door. You laughed quietly to yourself before sliding into the front seat of your car.

Your smile didn’t fade even as you pulled up to your house. The stark contrast between the Cameron abode and your own was seared into your mind. You couldn’t help but think about it. No one wanted to live in a run down trailer park in the worst part of town. Yet, here you were.

You walked inside, a skip in your step.

“Where’ve you been?” Luke asked from the couch. His eyes were half closed, a beer bottle in his grip. Your smile fell at the sight of him, heart dropping into your stomach.

“I was out,” you said, one hand still on the door.

“No shit.”

“JJ in?” You asked him, not wanting to talk to your father about where exactly you were. If you thought telling JJ you were dating Rafe Cameron was bad, you couldn’t imagine the hell that Luke would put you through if he knew.

Luke grumbled and pointed toward the back of the house where JJ’s room was.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Knocking on JJ’s door, you poked your head inside. He scrambled to hide a joint behind his back, but you just rolled your eyes.

“You ready to go?” you asked him.

“Um, yeah, definitely. Let me just-” He rolled out of bed and threw on a new shirt. “Okay. Let’s go.”

By the time the two of you walked out to the living room, Luke was passed out. Both you and JJ pretended not to notice as you walked toward your car.

“So, where were you?” JJ asked as the two of you hopped into your car. You shrugged, shoving the key into the ignition.

“Friend’s house.”

“Which friend?”

“There’s no need for an interrogation.” You laughed, pulling out on to the road. But JJ raised his eyebrows, meaning he wasn’t going to drop it until you answered his question. “I was with Jen.”

“Jen?”

“Yes, Jen.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, clearly suspicious, but he settled into his seat and let you drive without any further questions. That is, until he took a longer look at your neck.

“What the hell are those?”

JJ’s raised voice startled you so badly, you nearly swerved off the road.

“What the hell, JJ?” You asked, correcting your car driving straight once again.

“Are those hickies?” JJ leaned closer, his eyes wide. You waved your hand in front of him, trying to bat him away before he could look any closer.

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy?”

“Yes!”

“Y/N, I know a hickey when I see one! I deal them out on the daily.” You narrowed your eyes at your brother. “Who the hell is giving you hickies?”

“None of your damn business,” you grumbled, turning toward the beach.

“None of my-” He sounded baffled. “I thought we had a no secrets rule.”

“No, you have a no secrets rule with the Pogues,” you said with a little bit of a sneer.

“Jen’s house, huh?” He asked, glaring at you. “Listen, if you’re banging Jen, I don’t care, I just-”

You slammed your foot on the brake, pulling off the side of the road. You turned to look at JJ with an angry sigh. He met your eyes with just as much irritation and crossed his arms.

“I’m not banging Jen,” you said through your teeth. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

JJ scowled.

“Seeing? As in, more than once for a long period of time?”

“As in dating, JJ,” you said, your frustration starting to boil over. “I know that’s hard for you to comprehend since you have a commitment issue-”

“I don’t have a commitment issue.”

“When was the last time you kept a girl around for more than a week, huh?”

“Why are we talking about me now?” JJ leaned back against the door. “Who’s the guy? I swear, if you tell me it’s Pope-”

“Rafe.” His name came from your lips before you could hold them back.

Your heart froze in your chest as a coldness passed over JJ’s face. You knew that look. When JJ was angry, he got loud. When he was furious, he was dead silent. That was a hundred times worse. Arms still crossed, you watched every muscle in his body tense as he mulled over what you had just said. He looked at you with serpent like eyes, a gaze that you wanted to be as far away from as possible.

“What?”

“You heard me.” You didn’t want to say it again. You weren’t sure if you could.

In one fluid movement, JJ pulled the door open and jumped out.

“Get back in the car.” He started to walk away without even closing your door. Passive aggressive prick. “JJ, get back in the damn car!”

“No!” He kept walking. Cursing quietly to yourself, you shoved your door open and followed after him.

“Stop being a fucking baby and talk to me!” You yelled after him. He whirled around, his face tense with rage.

“You want to talk?” He asked. “Let’s talk. Let’s talk about the fact that you’re fucking Rafe Cameron, who, as you may remember, has been tormenting all of us for years.”

“We’re not....” You trailed off, crossing your arms to hide the fact that you were shaking.

“You’re not what? You’re not banging him?”

“No!” The memory of last night popped into your head and you felt your cheeks redden. “Well, yes, but that’s besides the point.”

“That’s exactly the point!” JJ threw a hand in the air. “He’s a dickhead, Y/N, you know that.”

“Yeah, he can be a prick sometimes, but he’s not that same guy you knew last year,” you tried but JJ just scoffed. “He’s changed.”

“Don’t tell me you actually believe that!” JJ narrowed his eyes. “You’re not safe with him.”

“You don’t get to tell me when and where and with whom I am safe, JJ,” you said, your voice shaking.

“He attacked Pope, Y/N!”

“Last year! And he apologized for it, sincerely. He’s not that guy anymore.”

JJ put his hands on his hips. When he looked back at you, you could tell that he wasn’t backing down.

“You really think he’s better?” You nodded your head vehemently at his question. But he just scoffed. “God, you’re so stupid.”

You went frigid and straightened your back, a sudden sting of tears pricking your eyes.

“What did you say?” Your voice was quiet, almost breathless. JJ’s anger faded quickly into shock and then regret.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean-”

“Yeah, you did.” Sucking in a deep breath of air through your nose, you turned your face away from your brother. “Call me when you want to have a civil conversation.”

You turned away from him before he could see a tear fall from your eye.

“Y/N, wait,” he called after you. “Damn it, I didn’t mean it!”

You slammed the passenger door shut before climbing back inside, slamming yours just as hard. You pulled back onto the road, not listening to your brother as he called after you.

Stupid. It was a school yard taunt, so trivial, so small. Everyone used it daily to describe any number of things. There was no reason it should make you so upset.

But it was the one word your dad always used when he wanted to hurt you. And JJ knew that.

Your hair looks stupid. Your friends are stupid. These are your grades? God, you’re so stupid. That’s why your mom left, she didn’t want to have to deal with your stupid ass. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

“Damn it!” You shouted, pounding a fist against the wheel in an attempt to get the memories to fade. You plucked your phone out of the cup holder and lifted it to your ear. But you didn’t know who to call. You always called JJ when you needed someone.

It took a lot to make you cry these days. You’d been desensitized to most things for a long time. But there were three things that still cut so deep that tears would flow whether you wanted them to or not; seeing your brother get hurt, listening to Rafe cry, and being called stupid.

It was more than just your dad. You never told JJ, but there were kids in your class that used to call you stupid. It had taken years for your teachers to realize that you weren’t exactly like the other kids and that there was a very real reason why you couldn’t read or write at the same level as everyone else. When you were moved into a Special Ed class during your third period, the word stupid was thrown around more than you would care to admit.

You couldn’t tell JJ because he would have literally fought the entire school if he knew. You knew he didn’t mean it, that he was just angry, but hearing that word come from his mouth hurt more than hearing it from your dad or the other students ever could.

By the time you could see past your tears, you found yourself back where you had started that morning. There was a spot left at the Cameron residence just for you and, without thinking, you had pulled right into it.

Still sniffling with a few stray tears running from your eyes, you walked up to the front door of the house. You couldn’t remember the last time you knocked, but now you felt like you had to.

Luckily, it was Rafe who opened the door. At the sight of your downcast eyes and your tears, he let out a heavy sigh.

“Can I come in?” You asked, voice weak.

“Didn’t go well with JJ, did it?” You gave your head a small shake. “Come here.”

Rafe reached forward and put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you toward him. Once in his arms, you were finally able to let out a steady breath. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest.

“He’ll come around,” Rafe whispered in your ear. “I am kinda the last guy anyone would want their sister dating.”

You pulled away from him, ignoring the fact that he was laughing quietly. Scowling, you put your hand on his face.

“Don’t say that,” you told him. He softened, leaning down to kiss you.

“Y/N!” An excited Wheezie called from behind Rafe. He turned around suddenly and you looked past him at his little sister. “You wanna play pool?”

You smiled, wiping the remainder of your tears away.

“I would love to.”

***

You let out a short breath. Rafe dropped his hand over yours as you stared out onto the beach.

“You don’t have to walk in with me. I can-”

“No,” you told Rafe, shaking your head from the passenger seat of his jeep. “No, I’m not scared of them or what they think. If they don’t accept you, they don’t accept me.”

You word was final. When you had this tone of voice, Rafe knew better than to argue.

“Okay.”

“Alright.” You nodded your head a few times. “I need a drink.”

You unbuckled and climbed out of his car. Rafe followed after you. You reached out to take his hand, but he flinched away.

“Now who’s embarrassed of who?” You teased.

Both you and Rafe had your full share of conversations about embarrassment. You were worried that his Kook friends wouldn’t accept you as a pogue. He was worried that all you friends would hate him because of his past actions. But it had been decided that it didn’t matter either way. If his friends didn’t like you, he didn’t want them. And if your friends didn’t accept him, you weren’t willing to hang out with people who despised growth or change. It was a mutual understanding, but Rafe still struggled to feel deserving.

He watched the party for a few moments, the same haunted look in his eyes that you had just a moment ago. But then he turned to you with a smile and reached out, lacing his fingers through yours. A grin spread across your face.

There were definitely a few stares from all three sides of the party as you walked up with Rafe. Even though you had been together for a few months, neither of you had officially come out and say “hey, yeah, we’re dating”, so for many, it came as a shock to see you holding hands.

The Kooks stared you down, especially the girls. Half of them had already slept with Rafe and the other half were still waiting to get their shot at him. The pogues watched Rafe with a steady glare as the two of you made your way for the keg. John B and Sarah, the only two who knew about your relationship, were there waiting with smiles.

“This is awkward,” John B said to you through his teeth as he handed you a cup. You raised your brows as you took a sip. “You told JJ.”

You nodded, swallowing the beer along with a lump in your throat.

“Yup.”

“He didn’t take it well.”

“Nope.”

John B sighed and gave Rafe a beer.

“He’ll get over it,” he assured you. “But you might want to talk to him.”

“I’ll talk to him once he stops acting like a fucking douche,” you said, taking another long drink.

“Valid.”

“Hey, babe?” Rafe said, his eyes drifting off. “I’ve got to go talk to some of my friends real quick. You’ll be good?”

You nodded and let go of his hand with a smile.

“Course. Have fun gossiping.”

He rolled his eyes at you and walked toward his small group of friends. You tried not to look at them, but you couldn’t help. As they glanced back at you, you felt yourself fidgeting.

“You wanna dance?” You asked Sarah. She nodded her head, eyes going wide.

“God, yes.”

By the time you stumbled off of the dance floor to grab another drink an hour later, Rafe was still talking to his friends. It made you nervous, but you pushed the feeling away. He was his own person and you were yours.

So you took your beer and walked over to where the tourons were all crowding together. You caught sight of your brother with an unfamiliar girl under each arm. They clung to his every word. You rolled your eyes and walked up to the first girl you came upon with a smile. In your experience, the tourons flocked together like sardines. All it took was a shark swimming right through to break them up and get them to let loose. That shark was usually you.

You chatted with the first girl for a few minutes, meeting a few of her friends. By the time you were finished with them, they were ready to mingle with some of the pogues. Turning to find your next target, you were startled when you found someone standing right behind you.

“Oh, hi!” You said with a laugh, looking up.

“Sorry about that,” the boy standing in front of you said. “Thought I could sneak past.”

You waved off his apology and gave him a smile.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, offering him a hand to shake. A lopsided grin grew on his face and you felt your stomach turn. You’d been with enough guys to read exactly was going on in his mind.

“Conner.”

“Well, Conner,” you said, pulling your hand away from his when he lingered for too long. “I’ve got to go find my boyfriend before he does something stupid.”

You tried to step around him, but he moved into your way. Your smile faltered and then fell.

“That guy you came in with?” He asked, his eyes raking your body. It had made you uncomfortable enough before you had a boyfriend, but the whole wandering eye thing was ten times worse now. “Doesn’t seem like a lot of people like him very much.”

“Yeah, well, I like him, so-”

“Come on,” Conner said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You talked to those girl for a good while. Why don’t you give me a few minutes too?”

“Dude, back off,” a voice said. You turned around to find Pope standing behind you, his arms crossed. You grinned at the sight of your brother’s best friend. With Pope there and a few more eyes watching than before, Conner scoffed and turned to walk away from you.

“Thanks, Pope,” you said, letting out a sigh. “It’s definitely much appreciated.”

Pope bumped his shoulder against yours.

“Pogues watch out for Pogues, right?”

You smiled and nodded your head.

“Yeah, they do.” You looked up, feeling the need to be alone for a few minutes. “Hey, I’ve gotta run to my car real quick. Thank you again, really.”

“No problem, Y/N.” Pope gave you one last smile before walking over to where Kie was talking to a touron.

You breathed deeply a few times before starting the short journey back to Rafe’s jeep. Looking around, you lost sight of him and your stomach dropping. You trusted him not to fall back into his previous lifestyle, but that nervous feeling still wouldn’t go away. Besides, you really wanted a hug.

You were a few yards away from his car, mostly out of sight of the party, when you felt someone grab you from behind. There was no time to react before you were slammed up against a tree, a hand over your mouth.

And there was Conner, staring down at you, a horrible glint in his eye. You struggled against his grip, glaring daggers into his skull, but he was stronger than you were.

You really must be stupid to get yourself in this situation. Walking away from the group right after meeting this creep was probably the worst thing you could have done. You tried to lift your knee to kick him in the nads like JJ had taught you, but Conner pushed you back, making it impossible to move.

“You don’t get to say no to me,” he hissed in your ear. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Maybe it was an adrenaline response, but it was the only thing that you could find to do to keep yourself from freaking out completely.

He was still trying to figure out how to move his hand without giving up his advantage or letting your mouth go when you heard your name being called.

JJ.

He was looking for you. He knew you weren’t where you were supposed to be. He would find you, you just had to give him time. Starting to struggle harder against Conner’s grip, you felt fear leave your system. Your brother was coming, you were going to be okay.

“Y/N!” From the anger in your brother’s voice, you knew he had found you. You resisted the urge to smile. But it wasn’t JJ who reached you first.

Conner was torn away from you and you heard him cry out as he hit the ground with a painful thud. You toppled to the ground, not prepared to have to stand on your own. Rafe stood there, towering over Conner, chest heaving with rage. You knew that if you didn’t take control of the situation, Rafe would murder the boy who cowered at his feet. You pushed yourself upward and ran to your boyfriend, jumping between him and Conner.

“It’s okay,” you said, putting a hand up.

“He attacked you!” Rafe shouted. You heard Conner whimper.

“I’m okay,” you told him, trying to smile. You took a step closer, watching Rafe’s muscles tense. “See? I’m okay.”

Rafe finally tore his cold hard gaze from Conner and looked at you. You gave him a small, reassuring smile and he softened instantly.

“God,” he breathed. He put a hand behind your neck and pulled you toward him, enveloping you in his arms. Your heart still pounded from the adrenaline, but you felt safe standing there in his arms. You heard Conner stagger to his feet and stumble away through the woods.

“Y/N?”

You pulled away from Rafe suddenly. Standing behind him was JJ. He was breathing heavily, glancing between you, Rafe, and the direction Conner had bolted. His eyes were wide. He must have seen everything that had just happened.

“I’m fine,” you told him, taking the smallest step away from Rafe. “Promise.”

JJ started toward you and for a moment you were afraid that he was going to yell at you again. But, when he reached you, he pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a strangled gasp of relief, embracing him back almost instantly.

“I’m sorry I called you stupid,” he whispered. “You’re not stupid.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered right back, holding him tighter. He pulled away from you, putting a hand on your face and looking into your eyes as if double checking to make sure you were really alright. Then he turned to Rafe and cleared his throat.

“Thanks, uh, thanks, man,” he said, giving Rafe a small nod. “Glad you were there to watch out for my sister.”

Rafe glanced at you and you smiled.

“Always,” he said and looked back at JJ.

“Do my mind if I steal her away for a moment?” JJ asked. You turned to look at your brother with an astonished look in your eye. Was that really JJ Maybank asking someone else for permission to do something?

“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” You teased, a playful smile pulling at your lips. JJ rolled his eyes, still trying to look like the macho big brother, even if he was younger than you.

“I’ll be by the car,” Rafe told you and walked away.

Once he was gone, you and JJ fell silent. You plucked up the courage to speak first.

“JJ-”

“No, wait,” he said, holding up his hands. “I really think I need to say something.”

“Go ahead.”

“You’re your own person, Y/N. You can do what you want with whoever you want.”

“Thanks for the permission, J.”

“I just mean to say-” He dropped his hands onto your shoulders. “If you’re happy with him then it doesn’t matter how much I hate his guts. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

You felt a smug smile tug at your lips.

“That was so full of cheese.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. I’m trying to be supportive here.”

“Sorry, my bad.”

The two of you laughed for a few moments before you realized that JJ hadn’t finished what he wanted to say.

“Does he treat you like you had always hoped for?” He asked you, a serious tone in his voice.

“Better,” you replied, feeling yourself smile.

“Then he’s got my stamp of approval.”

You grinned and threw your arms around his neck. Clearly, you didn’t need his permission to date Rafe, you would do it anyway. But knowing that he was at least okay with you dating him was enough.

“But we’ve gotta have some ground rules,” JJ said and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course.”

“First, I don’t want to see you guys macking ever. And I mean ever. Two, he doesn’t come around the house. We gotta keep this as far from Dad as possible and I don’t want Rafe to find my stash. Third, if I ever hear even a word about what happens between you behind closed doors-”

“God, JJ, you were doing so well,” you groaned, shoving him backward lightly. “I agree to your rules.”

“Good. Now go on.” He nodded his head toward Rafe’s jeep. With a giddy laugh, you turned and started to run.

“Be safe!” JJ called after you. “Always use protection!”

You shot him the middle finger without looking back. Jumping into Rafe’s passenger seat, nothing was going to break the grin that was on your face.

“I take it that went well?” Rafe said. You turned toward him a pressed your lips to his. When you pulled back and settled into your seat, Rafe was still half in shock.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” You asked him. He smiled at you as you nearly bounced around in your seat.

“Hell yeah.”

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starbuckie · 3 years

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halloween party with seb/bucky where they unintentionally match costumes (such a cliche trope but i’m a sucker for it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼)

lea!!! im sorry this is coming at ya late, but i love this trope too so i was super excited to write it. there’s a grease reference in there so if you don’t get it shame on you(im kidding i love all of you but go watch grease)(also i made this a college au bc i felt the need) i hope you enjoy babes<3

The skin-tight black leather pants felt suddenly constricting as you made eye-contact with the blue-eyed boy across the room. You knew who he was. Everybody did. James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as he liked to be called, was the well-known, sweet-talking, boy next door, hot as hell boy in your class. In the two months you all had been at college already, he had make himself a big figure, having everybody swooning over him and falling at his feet. Though, the strange thing was, as popular as he was across campus, he didn’t let it go to his head. No, Bucky Barnes was a sweetheart, kind and friendly and talked to everybody he saw, the classic helping old ladies across the street type of boy. In all, it was safe to say that he was a dreamboat.

And you unfortunately were the Sandy to his Danny this Halloween.

Actually, was it unfortunately? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him, just like every other person in your class. However, admiring him from afar was about the closest interaction you’d ever had with him, despite him being in many of your courses with you. He started walked over and you palms started to get sweaty, debating whether it was weird or not to run in the opposite direction right after you made direct eye contact. “Hey, you’re Y/N, right?”

His deep baritone voice sent shivers down your spine and you managed a meek nod before saying, “Yeah, that’s me.” Well that wasn’t awkward at all, L/N, way to go.

“I think we’re in the same linguistics class, right? With Fury?” He asked, a genuine smile playing on his lips.

“And political science, with Hill.” You looked him up and down, trying to look as casual as possible, but he caught your eyes on the leather jacket straining over his arms.

“You make a good Sandy, doll.” His eyes roamed over your form, and he wasn’t barely shameless about it either. Pink tongue darted over his lips and you tried so hard not to crumble right then and there in front of him, but the next words he said were nothing of what you expected. “I mean, one might even say we go together...”

Your eyes widened at the pun and you couldn’t help the laughter that flowed out of you. It was probably the stupidest line you had ever heard come out of someone’s mouth, but you had to admit it was cute coming from him. Bucky seemed relieved that you liked his pun, small chuckles pulling you back to reality that he was like this with everyone.

Both of you looked around the party in silence once again, not knowing what else to say. Students everywhere were completely wasted, either dancing around like crazy and couples drunkenly making their way out of the front of the house and falling over themselves. While it was nice that he was talking to you, it made your nerves go haywire, and his silence was giving you the one chance you needed to get away so he didn’t think you were even more socially awkward than before.

“Well, it was nice talking to you Bucky, I hope you have a good Halloween.” You started to walk away, back to Natasha and Wanda, when his hand caught your wrist, warm and calloused in contrast to your freezing body.

“Where do you think you’re going, dolly?” His blue eyes gazed intensely into yours, almost in a seductive way, and the last thing you felt like doing was looking away. “We’re matching, Y/N, that means we gotta stick together. What do you say?”

You peered over to your friends who were giving you thumbs up and nodding excitedly for you. You were supposed to get them drinks but you honestly doubted they cared about them now. Turning back to him, you gave him a small smile as he wrapped his left arm around your waist. There were glares of other jealous girls on you, upset that you had gotten the campus charmer to fall for you so quickly, but you paid them no mind.

A new chapter of your life was being written, and you’d be damned if you let anything ruin it for you.

#james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #buckybarnes #sebstan #sebastianstan #marvel #reader insert #james buchanan barnes #fanfic #malia’s spooky celebration

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leotssukinaga · 4 years

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Flirting- Iwaizumi Hajime

Anon requested: you mentioned earlier that you were thirsty for iwa, and this isn't an nsfw request but could you write something in which the reader flirts with guys a lot and oikawa grew up with her and knows she does it bc she never really had positive male attention and he knows it's self destructive and he gets mad at her and they fight, and iwa goes after her and she's like "hes right, I only flirt because I want someone to love me" and iwas like are u fr I've been in love w u for years? (1/2 srry) and she's like 'iwa you don't wanna date me I'm Fucked Up' and he doesn't care. and she's scared of commitment but agrees to Try and they date and they're super cute together? hcs or oneshot I don't mind!! (2/2) A/N: Iwa thirst includes being thirsty for his strong arms around me and a kiss on my cheek so I respect you, anon. we soft for Iwa in this house Warnings: Angst, mentions of an absent parent

You and Oikawa have known each other a long time

pre-middle school for sure

and obviously, if you know Oikawa you know Iwa too and you get on with him well enough

you're not as close to him as you are to Oikawa but like. if you were in trouble he'd probably be the one you called

the downside to this is that your crush on him will not go away, but your fear of commitment is way stronger

so you ignore it and do what you always do

which is to say: flirt with guys

now, oikawa is a flirt, and he doesn't see anything wrong with you being a flirt either. until he finds out WHY you're a flirt

and the moment he realises you don't do it because it's fun but out of some self destructive tendency, he's not having it.

he loves you, dammit. you're one of his best friends!! he's not gonna let you tear yourself apart like this

so you fight about it, a lot. but he never crosses the line

until you go with them to a tournament and he sees you hitting on one of the other teams captains after a game

and he's just. he's hyped up from the adrenaline of the win and he's worried about you and. this boy does not have a filter okay

"why is it any of your business who I flirt with, Tōru?"

"because you don't actually want his attention!"

"the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"if you actually wanted his attention, I'd be fine with it. who am I to judge? but I know you only flirt because your dad didn't bother to stick around and you think attention from random guys is gonna fix that, but it won't! flirting with them isn't gonna change the fact that he doesn't love you!"

everyone in the vicinity flinched when he said that. he was fairly certain you were about to kill him, and he wouldn't blame you

but you just scoffed and walked away

which was worse. way, way worse.

He went to follow you but mattsun and makki stopped him. He could only make the situation worse now.

Iwa went after you instead. He knew that to end the argument without a word you had to be pretty upset.

he found you eventually, and he could tell you'd been crying

he didn't say a word, just sat next to you

"Iwa..."

"Oikawa's a dick."

"Oikawa's right"

"Doesn't make him not a dick."

"Yeah, I guess... Am I an idiot?"

"I don't think so."

"I just... I want to be loved, and I know that they don't love me but if I can pretend they do for a minute or two then things feel a little better. I'm never gonna find real love, not when I'm like this. I can't even see myself as valuable, why should they?"

"Y/N. Even if every guy you'd ever hit on didn't want you, there'd be at least one guy out there who thought you were the most important person in the world."

You let out a bemused scoff.

"Really? Who?"

"Me."

"Iwa..."

"I mean it. Everything about you amazes me. You're so strong, even after everything you've been through. You have the prettiest laugh I've ever heard, I'd set it as my ringtone if I could. All those times I called you randomly had nothing to do with the excuses I gave you. it's always because I wanted to hear your voice, to imagine you smiling at my words, to take up just a few minutes of your time where all you were thinking about was me."

"You don't wanna be with me, Iwa." You were crying again, and he wasn't sure if it was because of his confession or something else.

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't. I hit on guys I don't like because I think male attention will magically fix my dad abandoning me. I don't remember the last time I was actually happy, I don't know how to get better, and I'm definitely not a good person. I'm a screw up. You can find a better girl to date."

"I don't want a 'better girl'. You're the best girl there is, Y/N. The only girl I want. And I want all of you, screw ups and daddy issues included."

"And my fear of commitment? You think that'll disappear overnight?"

"Of course it won't, but you can get better. We'll find a way. You know I'll go away if you really don't want to be with me, but you have to tell me that. Outright."

"Iwa I.... I do wanna be with you. But I don't want to lose you once you see who I really am."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't- please don't leave."

You sounded so small when you said that, he just wanted to hold you forever.

He takes your hand in his and looks into your eyes.

"I won't."

Achievement unlocked! Dating Iwaizumi

this includes:

him ranting to oikawa 98 times a week about how much he hates your dad for leaving you

him convincing you to go to therapy and work shit out in a healthy way

he's a proper gentleman!! you're like "a loving relationship? I don't know her" and he's like "well let's fuckin introduce the two of you you guys are best buds now!"

bc this boy fuckin. cherishes you and you need to know that and he will show it in any way possible

still calls you in the middle of the night but doesn't come up with dumb excuses anymore

literally just "hajime it's 3am"

"i wanted to hear your voice"

"that's cute but hajime it's 3am"

reassurance hours are always and never ending

bc Iwa will NEVER leave you, not unless you want him to

and he’s gonna make sure you know that

youre a little clingy, maybe, but he really doesn’t mind

at least if youre hanging off his arm 24/7 he knows you’re safe and can see if somethings wrong

(yes, it takes some time for the team to get used to the fact that where iwa goes, you go. if you’re not holding hands you’re sitting in his lap and he’s so much milder now and its strange. who’d have thought he’d be the soft boyfriend?)

he’s protective as fuck, too

iwa will do anything to keep you safe and make you smile

he just loves you okay?? you better fucking accept it bc he's very willing to cuddle you until it's hammered in there. got it?

jUsT lEt HiM lOvE you

#my writing #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwa #iwa x reader

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okayoonoh · 4 years

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JOHNNY’S FAMILY

a/n: here is the second part! i’ll do my best to make it so you don’t necessarily have to read taeil’s part, but i mean, i don’t mind if you go and do that ...

here’s a link to the entire masterlist! again, the only other part is taeil’s so far so i mean... y’all should check it out :)

JOHNNY SEO:

he has three kids, 2 boys and 1 girl, in that order. noah seo is the oldest son, 4 years later, leo seo was born, 5 years later (when noah was 9 and leo was 5), luna seo, the youngest and only girl, was born.

NOAH SEO: >> as a baby <<

oh man, a cutie cutie cutie

like everyone was heart eyes over him when he was born

the second he was in your arms and johnny’s arms, he let out the cutest eye smile

he started his flirting career young

for example

noah would give you and johnny smiles

but then he starts to make y’all work for it a little bit more

like you have to work really hard to make him smile (like jumping, dancing, singing your heart out)

and maybe he’ll give you a small smile

but the second a pretty lady walks by, noah is all smiles

you and johnny are like ???

bc you’re out here dancing until you collapse

and noah won’t give you the time of day

but a pretty person walks by and noah is suddenly all smiles?

just a huge flirt from the second he could smile

he was a pretty active baby

ig kinda normal? like cried, pooped, threw tantrums, he wasn’t too much of a headache

kinda just the “normal” amount tbh

but like if y’all are in public and he starts to cry

but another pretty person walks by

he’ll literally suck it up

and like just stop crying

you and johnny are just so confused whenever this happens

anyway

he was just such a pretty baby growing up?

nothing would phase him too much tbh

is really cuddly (especially with yoojin)

>> as a child <<

literally the pretty boy of the class

grade wise? not good, not bad

just enough to pass, but not make anyone nervous lol

all of the girls think he’s so attractive

it all started in this stage

he’s really friendly and pretty kind

but

the second someone hurts one of his friends?

oh no

his other side comes out and it’s v v scary

like if someone was bullying moon yoojin, taeil’s oldest daughter

good luck

he flirts with anyone and everyone

he was born to flirt

he’s best friends with ten’s oldest son, kasem leechaiyapornkul (kaleb) (they’re born the same year)

when they’re together, they’re just like their dads

like from the second they started hanging out together, they started acting like their fathers when they would hang out together

it was weird dude

like genetics is crazy

they both can speak english and like refuse to talk to each other in anything other than english

kaleb teaches noah thai while noah teaches kaleb korean

they’re chemistry together is just so good

like they’re just crackheads vibing together

everyone knew that he would become a model when he grows up

at this stage, he doesn’t really want to be a model

he like wants to be a soccer player or something idk

but subtly, he always knew that he wanted to be a model

oh yeah, he was kinda a late bloomer in height terms

but like one summer later?

he suddenly grows like really really really tall?

and his voice gets really deep?

and everyone is so confused again

from that growth spurt, he just doesn’t stop growing

he’s not the type of guy that like if you ask “how tall are you?”

and he’ll say “180 cm but i’m still growing.”

nono

he’ll say “honestly i have no idea ? my mom knows i think…”

and he’s the type to like make a guess but he’s completely wrong

like “uhh I think I’m like 160 cm? idk…”

and you’re like “noah, my darling son, you are off by 20 cm….” (this is him entering his teen years but it makes sense to put this much in here)

he’s goofy and lovable (a little too lovable…)

>> as a teen/adult <<

still… a flirt.

even now, he’s still growing

he’s honestly like

just so handsome?

like all of the guys in the group look up to him

literally, he’s taller than his dad

like a good couple cm taller than his dad

he’s the oldest in the group so they all do look up to him

he’s pretty calm like taeil’s son, moon seojoon, but can be crazy and have fun when needed

he just gives off the high class vibes

he doesn’t mind, he does it because it’s just who he is

honestly, doesn’t have too many girlfriends in this stage because so many people just assume that he’s already dating someone or that he’s with yoojin

he is SUPER ULTRA PROTECTIVE of his baby sister, luna

and all of the rest of the babies of the group

he’s the tallest of the group so if anyone is scared in anyway, they go to him

and he’s not even like just skinny either

he’s BUFF bc he starts out his model career now

he still is very active and he loves to go to the gym

so like he’s kinda happy that he gets to do both of the things he loves/wanted to do

he’s just so handsome dude

like literally everyone wants him to model for their company

but he just signs off as an independent because yoojin advised him too

and he’s making so much bank this way

yoojin helped him out with getting a manager and stuff and then after he was sitting pretty, he was able to figure stuff out on his own

this is when he realized that yoojin liked him back lol

and he said full send

he shot his shot and it worked

really understands the model game well

like whenever he goes to do shows, people are always asking him for advice

to which his advice is either jokingly saying “honestly, just use the face you got. mine is already godly so i’m good”

or he’ll say crap like “i just think of food or like something i want right now and my emotions just through my face i guess? i’m not sure just think about things that make you happy.”

he’s really busy like all of the time

he tries to be like yoojin and make it to everything, but he has a hard time because he’s so busy

he is aware with what’s going on with everyone tho

if anyone needs advice, they know to come to him

he’s the best big brother of the group

he’s such a good, and handsome dude

LEO SEO: >> as a baby <<

he was a little bit on the dramatic side

like if he was remotely hungry, he’d cry

if all he wants is for you to pick up something he dropped, he’d cry

kinda cried a lot

sometimes, even if he was happy, he’d cry

just to establish his dominance in this family

he’d start crying and you and johnny are like

“we literally just fed you and we’ve been playing with you for the past hour, what’s wrong?”

and when y’all got a little frustrated, he’d just stop crying and start laughing

it’s almost as if he knew that he was pulling a prank on y’all or kinda just showing you his acting skills at an early age (he becomes an actor when he grows up)

he also was a really handsome fella growing up

like he was a really really really cute baby

if he wasn’t practicing his acting skills early on, he was playing with his brother

honestly, noah was really bad at playing with baby leo

noah was like “why can’t leo run yet?”

johnny’s like, “noah... leo can’t even lift his head on his own yet...”

leo loved his brother as a baby tho

whenever noah would come home from school, baby leo would be so freaking happy

honestly, leo was just another baby, just vibing as a baby, and loved to keep you and johnny on your toes

>> as a child <<

this is when he realized he wanted to be an actor

i swear, naming him leo was just a coincidence

he knew from the start that acting his what he wanted to do

any school play, he would get the lead

the second he learned how to read, he was reading scripts and plays and musicals

he loves watching movies and dramas with you and johnny from the start

he would want to start learning new languages at this age for the soul purpose of building his portfolio when he got older

you and johnny are like so shocked that he found out his calling at such a young age

and you guys think it’s a phase at first, but it’s really, really, really not

he sticks with it

he’s like his brother in which girls thinks he’s so cute

girls flirt with him too, but he just dramatically rejects them and they kinda get annoyed lol

best friends with jaemin’s twins, na jaeseok and jaehun (the twins are a week older than leo)

jaeseok and jaehun both want to get into acting/dancing too, so all of them just vibe together

they are all so talented, even from a young age

like it’s crazy

leo is like the leader of their group

but the twins still get lead roles too

like if leo doesn’t get the main role, one of the twins will

and it’s not competitive or negative between any of them at all

they all agree that they could get better

just positive vibes between these boys

>> as a teen/adult <<

he was scouted as soon as possible

he wanted to wait for his buddies tho

they got scouted soon tho, dw

they all go the same entertainment company because the actor boys unite

honestly a really scary group when they’re all together

they learned all of their manners from noah

they learned how to be crazy from kaleb

leo is a triple threat tho

he can act, he can sing, and he can dance

he learns how to dance with taeyong’s oldest son, lee youngchul

he already knew he could sing, but he does it more for fun

they have him sing for a role and everyone is like ??? what can’t you do?

oh, i can answer that for you lol

he cannot play sports

he can do gym stuff really well and like can do cardio and stuff really easily

but like

have him play soccer? oh no

he is pretty clumsy too

like on set, everyone has multiple sets of props because he always breaks stuff

don’t worry, he’s very apologetic about it

oh yeah, he’s also really tall

like not as tall as noah but taller than his dad

he is not like your pish posh actor

he’s like noah in the aspects that he loves to help people and he gives them bad advice from time to time

he’s such a good actor that they even send him to the states to act in several different movies

he’s so thankful that you taught him english while he was growing up

even tho he acts in western movies, he still prefers to act in dramas and korean movies

america falls in love with him tho

like an insanely handsome boy, who can sing, dance, and act?

oh and his brother is really hot too?

OH AND HIS SISTER IS A FREAKING GIRL GROUP IDOL

OH AND HIS DAD IS JOHNNY FREAKING SEO? LIKE LEO, YOU’RE SET

don’t think that he doesn’t develop his own self image

like he makes a name for himself

in the states/west, everyone learns leo first then learns the rest of his family

oh, just like noah, he’s ultra protective of his little sister

like when interviewers are like “so we hear you have a little sister?”

and he’s like “yes i do and yes she is single and she will remain that way until she is married.”

the audience always laughs when he says that and obviously he’s just trying to convey that he’s super ultra protective of his little sister

leo is just a really talented actor boy who lives up to his name.

LUNA SEO: >> as a baby <<

cute™

she is apart of the groups cute squad

she also is one of the princesses of the group

she’s been a daddy’s girl ever since the start

like johnny was really good at calming her down

don’t get me wrong, it isn’t that she didn’t love you

she just really wanted to be held by johnny

all of her uncles adored her for her adorable face

she had chubby little cheeks that anyone and everyone adored

she was definitely not angelic

she still gave you and johnny plenty of headaches

she cried a lot, but not as much as leo

at least, with luna, you guys knew how to calm her down

and she wouldn’t cry just to spite you guys lol

anyway

she was a very happy baby with the chubbiest cheeks

the whole family would do anything to make her smile because she was so gosh darn cute

like she was invited to do child modeling at stuff like that

which you guys did for simple things, but for major things like horror movies, you guys would never agree

you wanted her to have a good childhood and to like, not be demon possessed

she grew up well loved by her older brothers

they were so protective of her and even took care of her every need when necessary

like if you were busy cooking dinner or like doing some work and johnny was away at practice or at work, noah and leo would work together to take care of her

like noah would go and change her diaper while leo would go and get the wipes and do his best to get out the stuff to make formula ready

noah even knew what the temperature is suppose to be

she had a good babyhood and had her older brothers there to catch her when she falls

>> as a child <<

she still kept the happy vibes

like if i had to associate her with a color

it would be yellow

her favorite color is yellow

she’s best friends with taeyong’s youngest daughter, lee youngmi, and ten’s youngest daughter, amarin leechaipornkul (aria)

they all give off sunshine vibes together it’s just so cute

they like spread so much love and positivity, it’s just so much fun

the three of them are honestly like the powerpuff girls

like luna is like blossom

youngmi is like buttercup

while aria is like bubbles

their ages match up too lol

but as buttercup, luna is like the leader

she, like he brothers, is super talented with a lot of things

she realizes that she wants to be an idol like her dad

she doesn’t even want a major role like the lead singer or anything like that

she really just wants to be a visual

she’s already naturally good at dancing but she learns how to dance from youngchul around the same time that leo learned how to dance

she is pretty active

like she would RUN

just cause

when she was with her group tho? oh man

if only one dad was taking care of the three of them, it’s over

they’ll be so chaotic and everywhere

she is also obsessed with sweets

like cakes, candies, cookies, everything

when she’s with her brothers and dad, they’ll spend all of their money to buy her sweets

she’ll eat so much, then go and run, then throw up, then want to eat more sweets

she’s like pac-man but for sweets

you always dress her up in pretty outfits because it fits her vibe

she loves that you dress her up like that and she never really complains about any of the outfits you put her in

she loves to be held by her dad and her brothers because they’re all so tall and she wants to be tall by association

she’s spoiled, but it’s just because she’s so loved

>> as a teen/adult <<

her vibes didn’t change at all

she’s still sunshine and she’s still obsessed with sweets

she didn’t grow super tall like her brothers

like in comparisons to the giants of your children

luna is surprisingly really short

she doesn’t let that stop her tho!

like a lot of the things in your house are set to the top of the cupboards so it’s easier for the tall boys to reach

but if luna wants something from there, she’ll take care of it herself even if one of her brothers is in the kitchen and can easily do it themselves

she actually gets into a girl group and she does pretty well!

in her group, she’s the sunshine

like she’s probably not the maknae of the group

she takes good care of her younger members

but when everyone sees her with her older brothers

everyone is like

luna? she baby

she thinks taeil’s oldest, moon yoojin, is like the coolest person in the whole world

like she’s pretty close with yoojin

she honestly just wants to learn the most about yoojin and how she handles life

luna honestly is a self care goddess too

she’s like “y’know, the company wants me to lose weight, i said ‘yeah, i could lose some of the weight of the company that i’m carrying’.” *proceeds to eat 3 different bowls of ramen at once*

she doesn’t give a freak about the idol standards

she can take care of herself and she knew from the start that the company needs her more than she needs them

she releases skin care videos and all that

(she learns most of her skin care stuff from her uncle jaehyun)

and her skin is as clear as a summer sky in the great state of california

she’s so good with fans too

like she holds eye contact with them and everything

she isn’t that into aegyo because she just laughs everything off

she can be pretty sassy with her comments that she makes

especially with her brothers

she’s super sassy towards them

but they still protect her

she’s just a happy positive idol who is well loved by her family, friends, and her fans.

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johnny’s family just feels like a hella fun vibe tbh

i hope you guys liked it! taeyong’s babies are next!

- amy <3

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taehyuck moments that make me feel lonely

every time hyuck would call taehee and how she would respond

“noOOoOoNAaAaAA~”

“hAeChaAnIE~”

taehee had a like,,love-hate relationship with hyuck back then

“noona, i don’t like your hair”

“i don’t like your face, donghyuck”

lol but that was before

present time!!!!

everytime hyuck would look at taehee he looks so

smitten

it’s cute

during yaja time,,,hyuck would always make sure that taehee calls him ‘oppa’ just to tease her

when they both won in rpd in their weekly idol guesting,,,hyuck gave his point to 127 while taehee gave hers to dream

mark mentioning taehee and hyuck used to fight a lot predebut but now they’re super close!!!

taehee being tsundere with hyuck

“noona, i love youuuu |( ^ 3 ^)|”

*shoves hyuck away aggressively*

but then later on she’s like

“haechanie, do you want to play games?”

“i knew you loved me (＾＿＾)”

being good at games

they gave tips to dream on that one weekly idol episode

speaking of weekly idol episode

taehyuck stans got so much content when they guested there during superhuman era

taehee had to ‘appeal’ to them before picking a partner

“should i dance?”

“AEGYO”

“haechan-ssi said aegyo!!! wahh,,it looks like taehee-ssi is a bit reluctant”

taehee: jdkskdkfksk

“i....i’m not acting pretty-“

“AHH CUTEEE”

“i was born pretty”

“PASS!,” hyuck shouted

so the hosts continued to interview her while hyuck and doyoung were waiting behind her

“taehee-ssi, who do you want in mind?”

“haechanie?”

doyoung: <//3

“why haechan?”

“bc he’s good at playing games”

“ahh!! so you’re only using him?”

“yes hehe”

so when taehee turns around she’s like \(//∇//)\ bc hyuck’s there

but then she sees doyoung and she goes ( O . O)

“HER REACTION- HAHAHAHAH”

“okay. appeal to me”

hyuck stands up and proceeds to wink at her and bite his lip

hyuckie sweetie don’t be so provocative or else sunflowers will d word

“ah you’re a bit bold, aren’t you?,” taehee taunts him

“even if you’re just planning to use me, you’ll fall in love with me in the end and i will cherish you forever”

taehee.exe has stopped working part 3948289492

“OH HE OFFERED HIS LOVE”

“i have money-“

lol taehyuck wins in the end

taehee felt hyuck’s lips when they were guessing a ball of yarn was in between them so she got so scared

“WHAT WAS THAT”

they’re so cute during fansigns also

the cutest was one they were sending each other hearts while they were on both ends of the table

taehee can’t resist running her hands through hyuck’s hair

even if the managers tell her not to

like you’d see her stare at hyuck for a moment before patting his head and keeping her hand there

or pushing it back from the front

cheek kisses.

“noona, what are you planning to do after practice?”

“i’m planning to sleep-“

“MWAH”

“LEE HAECHAN!”

“and that was haechan’s kiss cam- OW”

host: “haechan, your birthday is coming up. what do you wish for?”

*glances at taehee sneakily*

“i want a kiss from noona”

then you can hear jisung, chenle, and renjun gag

while mark laughs nervously leader tingz

lowkey the host pestered her to do it so taehee kissed hyuck on the cheek anyways

being each other’s seratonin boosts during performances

like they would pass by each other and next thing you know,,they won’t stop smiling

in america hyuck kept clinging onto taehee

they also kept going on about taeil’s butterfly

when taehee mc’d for isac she was cheering for hyuck

“AH!! THAT’S OUR ACE!!”

and vice versa

when they were planning the 24-hour relay, taehee said she wanted to do frisbee and walk her dog but she wants a member to go with her

“i’ll go with you,” hyuck told her

“really?”

and you can see taehee’s eyes light up bc awowowow she’s so cute

so when they were doing the relay live already

the both of them went out to a park

“you’re in a lot of videos today”

“yes, but i enjoyed this the most since i get to spend it with youuuuu”

“you’re following in my footsteps, aren’t you”

hihi

so taehee taught him like the different throws of frisbee

hyuck threw the disc really hard and it landed far away so taehee had to get it

hyuck went near the camera and pointed it at her

“look at my noonaaaa”

“she’s so cute, isn’t she”

and then later on they walked taehee’s dog named ‘통이’

he’s a brown shitzu puppy that hyuck gave her for her bday

most of taehee’s relay vid was just her and hyuck playing with 통이

“so how’s our child doing in school?”

“OUR CHILD???”

“통이!! 통이’s our child!!”

“since when???”

“i gave him to you!! he’s our child now”

“you’re weird”

then later in hyuck’s relay,,he was about to play games

but he called taehee first

“baby? what are you doing?”

damn hyuck you call jaehyun baby,,,now taehee?? donghyuck bad boy.

“why the sudden english?”

(in korean) “just answer!!”

“umm i’m about to sleep. why?”

“okay..let’s just play games when you wake up!”

“you’re still playing games when i wake up? HAHA”

hyuck laughs with her, “yeaaaa”

“okay, goodnight baby!”

“goodnight, baby!”

c o n t e n t

them dancing all the parts in kick it during their weekly idol guesting

we stan

hyuck couldn’t look away from taehee when she was doing her facial window

“CUTE!!”

“AHH NOONA I WANT TO HUG YOU”

but the he suddenly goes silent when she does the cold ver.

flustered tm

but then goes back to finding her cute when she whined to jungwoo right after

in the latest nct life, they would sit beside each other all the time

vvvv competitive when they were doing the luge race

when they would sleep during car rides their heads are on top of each other <3

everytime taehee would laugh, the fans would notice how hyuck looked at her

like there’s literally heart eyes for her

and they were roommates

like her, hyuck, and yuta

since there were only two beds, yuta offered to sleep on the floor

“i’ll just sleep beside hyuck. you can take the bed”

later on...

“what are you doing?”

“i can’t help it...i like you too much”

“i can’t move”

“if we stay like this, we won’t need blankets anymore, noonaaa”

“turn the other way”

hyuck complied but made taehee wrap her arms around him

hyuck small spoon uwuuwuwuwu

both of them being good at the shooting game haha

#gamertingz

instead of worrying over hyuck when he almost fell off the 9m thingy

she laughed at him and called him slow

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA”

“HEY HAECHAN YOU’RE TOO SLOW WE’RE LOSING”

but then they gang up on the opposing team bc they’re salty they lost

stealing clothes is taehee’s thing

well,,just hyuck’s clothes

like you’d see her wear hyuck’s ‘sinners’ hoodie from time to time

and his green one during the 00’ line vlive

i think she’s worn it a lot more than hyuck does

“you’re wearing my clothes again, why won’t you just buy your own?”

“save money!!!”

the way they hold hands is cute too

like during award shows, their pinkies are linked together akmakskakdl

and they’re always together in the airport

they were doing a punishment bc they lost in a game

and it was a peppero game

*cue mark sweating nervously bc the dreamies are scary and taehee is a rebellious so he doesn’t know what would happen*

anyw they got the peppero stick to go like really really short

like a little bit more and they would get in trouble

and then BOOM

renjun pushes taehee’s head forward, making her and hyuck almost kiss

but they pulled away so quickly

“you dangerous thing :000 we almost kissed”

and when mark thought it couldn’t get any worse

“it wouldn’t be the first time” - jeon taehee, 20

“oKAY CUT”

their iconic vlive moments

aka where hyuck professes his love to taehee it sounds so sincere that it makes her genuinely flustered

“one day, i’m gonna marry taehee noona-“

taehee hits him lightly in surprise before saying, “don’t stay stuff like that hahaha”

“it’s true!! i have my future planned out already”

“you’re so weird”

“it’s okay. as long as you love me”

hyuck moves his face closer to taehee, causing her to look away and gag

“DOYOUNG OPPA HE’S BEING WEIRD AGAIN!!!”

the other one was when taehee was reading comments

“lee donghyuck, do you love me?”

“jeon taehee, i really,,really,,really love you”

“.....i was reading a comment”

dw hyuck gave the fan a heart in slight embarrassment

and then the next one was during taehee’s birthday

she held a solo live yAYYYY

but then the comments were asking about hyuck so she let them know that he’s recovering well and he’ll be back soon before you know it!!

“haechanie? haechanie’s doing fine everyone!! he’s recovering at home and he’ll be back before you know it ∩^ω^∩”

“i think he’s watching this live- hey, haechan! you take care of yourself, okay? and don’t be too stubborn next time....”

“i got a little worried,” she mumbled softly

“just get better quickly, okay? i’ll treat you to beef and we can go watch movies as soon as your better”

she gives a smile before going back to reading the comments

her phones suddenly rings, “oh? it’s haechanie”

she puts it on speaker and says hello cutely

and the first thing hyuck says is

“i love you”

ABD THEN TAEHEE SMILES JUST REALLY WIDE AND HER DIMPLES ARE SHOWING AND HER EYE SMILE

DEFINITELY ARE SOULMATES

“i miss youu”

“i miss you tooo. what are you doing?”

“watching your live of course!! happy birthday”

“hihi thank you”

and then when hyuck got better they had another vlive again with 127 and dream

like the new year one

anyways

it got quiet for a bit after haechan said his like ‘i’m better now’ speech

and then when he finishes taehee calls his attention

and she’s like serious BC SHE WAS WORRIED OKAY

HYUCK’S LIKE HER BABY STFU

“be careful next time. don’t get sick again”

it sounded so sincere hyuck felt his heart melt.

cute

DREAM GRADUATION

ugh such an emotional day

hyuck was tearing up when watching their vcr

then he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore when they were doing their ending ment :(((

i mean he’s still with them in 127 but it feels different :((

when they were about to do a group hug, taehee pulled away from mark and ran into hyuck when he opened his arms out for her

it was a short hug but still

:(((

bUT!!!

they continue to support each other even if they’re in different sub-units at times

taehee kept saying hyuck looked more handsome ever since boom cb

then even MORE handsome in reload

“i know (⌒-⌒; )”

fans noticed how taehee turned more affectionate with hyuck during this era

OGNDNKDKDKS

“most importantly, i miss mark hyung and taehee noona today”

(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

OKAY BACK TO LESS ANGSTY MOMENTS

now taehee is more clingy with hyuck these days

it’s either they’re beside each other and one of them is leaning on the other

or they sit on each other’s laps

they also go out and eat often yieeee

“is it good?”

“mhmm!!”

that’s all thank u for tuning in !!!

although, she doesn’t show it that much at first, taehee loves hyuck very much !!!

so does hyuck

i feel like they’re really gonna have a very strong relationship til the end of time

yes they’ll grow old together <33

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floorbed · 4 years

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7 19 23 35 40 52 69 for The Jester and The Crimegirl

thank you so much bee omg i loved the questions u made sm!!! time for Them. this is super super long im sorry njdkkfkrenkjr

7. which party member do they understand the least?

for pen it is probably alba if he had to pick anyone? just because he can do Crazy Shit Sometimes. but pen still feels like he understands him v well!!

for agni its probably elvira! she is from a place she knows next to nothing about besides what elvira’s explained or what she’s learned from school, she is 100+ years old, yeah! while agni doesnt like fully Understand her she still thinks she’s really cool!! it was rlly nice of her to try and comfort her when she initially found out abt Rei Time. and also knitted her a pretty holster that was so nice of her!!

19. what haunts them? what doesn’t?

pen’s is home. so mf much he genuinely loves his party a lot and has gotten really attached but also like he misses home so bad it hurts. he felt like he was an intrinsic part of something that he fit perfectly and was never gonna have to give up, and he got to be w everyone he cared about all day. he’s haunted by mikolai’s wedding lol. he’s also haunted by The Shit That Went Down Pertaining To His Exile, His Subsequent Exile, Making the Pact, Dying, Making The Pact Pt 2, The Thing He Had To Do After He Made The Pact, And Then Also Dying Again. he’s haunted by holding ori dead in his arms and bringing her back using power he now understands was from a Not That Great Place. he barely knew her then but he still thought about it all the time, and now he thinks abt it even more lol! he just is not used to life being. Like This. at all. he was a vvvvvv spoiled kid. (some nobility complex part of him is haunted by lydia! stupid jester!)

he’s not haunted by everyone he’s been a bitch to lol, unless he vocally apologized for it later nfjnf. he’s not haunted by vargas. uh

agni is not haunted by most things and That’s On her super healthy coping mechanism! she tries to not think about her personal life with that much weight, she tries to keep it abstract in her head? but also there are some things she can’t help but get Unnamed Bad Feeling from instinctively. rei. w how last session fucking turned out lol, watching seras collapse in the doorway Will Def Become One. Moms Time, both for individual reasons. sometimes, not being accomplished, but that also filters into Moms Time. everything else tho she kind of just vibes through.

23. how do they feel about nicknames, titles, or labels that have been given to them? how do they feel about their name?

pens Official Title is penance the jester, court jester of tarbyen (and he makes sure no one forgets it lol.) everyone he grew up around had official titles so it made him feel realllyyy good abt himself that he had one too! (he likes that the party’s nicknamed him pen tho, he thinks its sweet >:) ) his Name name is camil, but only his mom n mikolai called him that, so he thinks its very like..... informal, and he likes being a Formal Title Boy, but also it makes him go all soft bc the two ppl he loved most called him that!! conflicting feelings.

agni’s had her nickname since she was really young i think, one of those like, you’re in fantasy kindergarten and learning how to spell and your first name is rlly long, so u employ a nickname very early Kind Of Moments. her full name is agnodice and she likes it well enough! it feels very kind of like. stiff and formal to her tho. she thinks agni suits her better!

35. which party member do they worry for?

pen worries for All Of Them. he tries to follow juni when he’s having one of his (as pen puts it) “freak out moments” bc he’s scared someday it’s going to be something that really hurts him, and he wants to be there to help if it does. pen has fully accidentally triggered ori before, and he feels really bad about it, especially since her triggers literally Set Her On Fire. so you know. he tries to be really careful with his words around her, especially since the incident a couple sessions ago. also, he is Very Concerned abt all of her past stuff with the mahne that he’s recently learned abt, especially putting together all the past knowledge she’s given him abt the river and what to do in a pact and Where Exactly She Got That Info From. he’s grateful she’s not in any of that anymore, though, whatever the mahne is exactly. alba’s impulsivity worries pen n he wants to make sure alba doesnt accidentally Put Himself In A Situation accidentally w that someday.

agni worries for theodosia, just because she seems to know a lot about the fucked up illness time thats going on and it seems to rlly effect her and she knows it cld be coming from prior past experience? she also worries for cyrus because of the whole you know. his family’s shop and home being burned to the ground Situation, even though theyve since recovered it couldnt have been good for him. worries for kai, also, because he is Small Baby Boy. but worries as in like. does so in her agni way and it may not come across as such?

40. do they enjoy poetry?

pen loves poetry he heard a lot of epics at home!! the stories were Less fun when it was about like, war and bloodshed and stuff, but he loved them when they were all pretty n flowery or like romantic 🥺

agni likes hearing poetry recited, especially when it has a specific repetitive syllable pattern she can get lost in!

52. from whom do they seek validation?

pen simply be like [wants validation from nobility noises]. its his Complexes. thats why being @ ravenloft rn is so... bad for him lol bc hes getting like all the positive attention from important people hes wanted for his entire life, oops. hes literally living out a dream being asked to dance with someone so important!! he also seeks validation a lot from like powerpful women bc of growing up with his mom and how much he looked up to her and cared about her, which manifests itself a lot w wanting attention from ori and jenny (and previously w lady wachter lol) and also the lady of delights.

growing up agni sought validation from her mothers n instructors, now (while she still wants momsvalidation) she looks for validation mostly from herself, which is kind of bad bc she never feels fully satiated w her work n accomplishments!

69. how would they describe their party members?

for pen: ori feels like an older sister to him, hes too scared to express as much, but yeah! she is warm (he means figuratively but also lol) and Kind and Competent and Smart and above all, Safe. he defintely feels like, the safest with her than anyone else he’s encountered in his life, both i mean in the physical protection sense but moreso the emotional sense! yeah. juni is.,, complicated. at first pen was uhhh scared of him bc of the whole Sorcerer Thing, but after all of them talked abt it at jenny’s, that feeling passed and he was more just concerned for him than anything. he is Powerful and Pretty and even though he’s been thru a lot of things pen himself cant even comprehend juni’s still Soft and Understanding and pen really admires that about him! alba is Also Complicated, for different reasons. pen thinks he is Reckless and Impulsive but also Smart in his own little scheme way, and pen really appreciates him as like a constant in his life? like yeah, he is scary and concerning sometimes but he’s always Predictably as such and while pen doesn’t see alba as all that loyal in general pen is kind of blind to that stuff when it comes to ppl in relation to him, so he’s just glad he’s met someone that wants to stick with him.

for agni: cyrus is so nice to her!! he feels like a capital f Friend in her head and so far like. she’s only had one of those before so thats really cool!! he helps her out a lot and she tries to do what she can to be there for him too! it was nice of him to teach her abt Beach Swimming. theo is really cool and agni loves seeing her in her element doing Medicine Stuff she thinks she is really smart w that kind of thing and rlly respects her practice, agni’s also very interested in her magic!! she thinks dendy is small little lizard guy who sings silly songs. greatly appreciates him. she wld follow kai blindly into terrible plans because she wants to make sure this cool teen is alright , is thankful to know he can turn into a bear at will and she didnt do that on accident that one time! amadeus is confusing and hard to keep track of in her head, but at the end of the day she thinks he’s very caring and just looking out for people. adaeze is really fun to hang out with and she is both concerned and greatly impressed w her just straight up downing one of fer’s Fucked Up And Evil Potions no questions asked, bc thats something even Agni’s too scared to do. thinks her sword is very interesting in terms of the arcane, wants to see what happens w all that! elvira is super different from anyone agni’s been around but she thinks she’s an amazing artist and would love to see her home bc she talks about it so vividly!!

#mel talks #dnd tag #penance the jester #agni #whenever there is a pen question about feelings it is an automatic Long Ass Paragraph #and thats on his cancer moon

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soft-baby-dobrik · 5 years

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ridiculous // david dobrik

a/n: hi :( sorry y’all i’ve been super busy and just kinda out of it, and my laptop broke so i’m saving up for a new one so ill be writing off my phone so pls don’t be mad!!! ily all and thank you for all the love in my absence :’) ALSO the request was vague so i got the idea and ran w it so i hope you like it :) side note: not sure if this is what you wanted and it didn’t turn out as good as i wanted but i’m rusty and typing on my phone SUCKS so pls don’t hate me :(

request: Can you write something about when David filmed with the Dolan twins ☺️

summary: david films with the dolan twins and friends and gets a little jealous (BC ANGSTTT) ((pre-relationship))

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Everyday was a crazy memory or adventure when being friends with the vlog squad. Although you weren’t a big vlogger yourself, you had found a home with them. All the time was spent with reckless decisions and lots of laughter. Today was no different, except there was a slight colab happening. David was gunna shoot some footage with the Dolan Twins. No girl in their right mind could not find them attractive, so of course your excitement was stemmed a bit from their looks. Since joining the friend group, you had meant countless people, but never the Dolan’s and today was the day to meet them. When a text was received from Zane to be ready for David to pick you up, you didn’t hesitate to rush out of bed and get ready. Without being too extra, you threw on a cute outfit and did your makeup.

Waiting on David felt like forever. Of course, you weren’t going to make a move on them or anything, but meeting a celebrity crush, or two, was kind of a big deal. David texted you once he pulled up and you bolted to his car, flopping into the passenger seat.

“Well someone’s excited to see me,” David teased, laughing loudly. You faked a laugh as Zane responded:

“No I know that excitement, because i’m feeling the same amount. It’s the Dolan excitement.” An actual laugh cackled out of you as you shook your head.

“What are you talking about?” David asked as he peeled out of your driveway. You shrugged, not wanting to discuss your silly crush.

Zane answered for you, “Are you blind? The twins are attractive ass guys, so of course y/n is gunna get all cute and shit.”

“Or you guys could have just left it alone. Maybe I wanted to dress cute bc he’s recording? You don’t know,” you shrugged, facing forward, trying to hide the slight flush to your cheeks.

“I doubt they’ll pay any attention to you anyway,” David said, tensely. Your head whipped to look at him, clearly offended. David shot you a look, regret written on his face. “No I don’t mean that, just that-well we’ll be filming, so-“

“Fuck you,” you muttered, turning away.

“y/n,” David began before you rudely cut him off.

“It wasn’t that big of a fucking deal. I never said I was gunna make a move. I think Ethan is cute and didn’t want to look like a slob, but don’t worry, it won’t ruin your fucking vlog, since he won’t notice me anyway right?” you snarled, angrily. David knew that trigger. You grew up in a school where you were never noticed or valued all of high school. Boys wanted you for your body and would text you gladly and ignore your existence in person.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it-“ he started again, but you crossed your arms over your chest.

“No you did, I’m not some gorgeous vlogger, so why would he pay me any attention. It’s not like I’ve had a guy since I’ve been here. But don’t worry about it, I’m used to it by now,” you snapped. After this, David drove in silence. Zane didn’t dare speak either. You sat there, so angry and hurt, tears welled up in your eyes. Even if he didn’t mean it that way he had no right to judge you or feel any way about it. For months you had tried for David and dropped hints of flirting, and he never payed you any mind. Now, he’s got something to say about you putting a little more effort for another guy? Ridiculous. The rest of the car ride was silent. You turned as far away from David as you could and watched the scenery changed until David parked. Zane climbed out of the car, glad to rid of the tension. You immediately followed, slamming the door shut.

A small smile was on Zane’s face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “He didn’t mean it that way,” he said, softly.

“It doesn’t matter, he’s being a jerk,” you murmured.

“Well let’s go introduce you to some sexy men, so smile,” he teased, making you shake your head as you both walked into the building. It was a big space with some skateboarding ramp, you weren’t too sure. It was brightly lit and you smiled. After a deep exhale, you calmed your nerves and anger and focused on walking in sync with Zane. An outburst from Zane broke your focus for you to see Grayson and Ethan walking over.

“What’s up?” they called, walking over to you both, meeting you in the middle of the room.

“Nice to see you guys,” Zane smiled, hugging them both.

“Hi,” Ethan smiled over to you. Internally you felt yourself scream and externally you felt a slight blush.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you smiled back.

“He’s knows, he watched David’s new vlogs and asked if you were coming,” Grayson smirked, watching Ethan roll his eyes, clearly not embarrassed. You bit back a smile as you fangirled internally. As you were going to say something, you heard David’s loud laugh.

“You ready to shoot?” David called, grinning. Sighing, you glanced over and saw his smile falter slightly.

“We’re always ready,” Grayson said. Before you knew it, the guys were all doing dumb stuff and laughing and you sat back, just laughing at them. You watched as they messed around and relaxed on a couch near them. Your relaxed state returned to nervous as Ethan approached you, sticking out a hand. Quizzically, you looked up at him.

“I’m gunna teach you,” he smirked, showing the board in his hand. You laughed loudly and shook your head, signaling no.

“I’m not trying to break a bone or my neck,” you laughed, remanding seated.

“See but that’s why I’m here, to break your fall, and hold your hands,” he smirked as he saw your cheeks flush slightly.

“Tempting,” you teased, debating his offer.

“Sounds like you need more convincing,” Ethan said, pursing his lips in thought before a smirk returned. “Any injury you get, I have to kiss better,” he proposed.

“Guess I’m gunna have to fall face first,” you mumbled, taking his outstretched hand.

“I might push you in that case,” he replied, tugging you up. Your face flushed at the fact he heard you. “Alright, let’s get you set up.” His other hand dropped the board and you climbed on, understanding the jist of it. His other hand grabbed yours as he began to pull you on the board, slowly.

“What are y’all doing?” Zane screamed, making the flush on your face deepen.

“I’m teaching princess over here how to ride a skateboard,” Ethan smirked, looking at your fake shocked face.

“You never offered me personal lessons,” Zane pretended to pout, making you laugh. Your eyes glanced to see David standing there with a scowl.

“Grayson can teach you!” you called, making everyone laugh slightly. David remained unmoved, glaring.

“Alright do you wanna try to push yourself?” Ethan asked, looking down at you.

“I’m okay,” you laughed, continuing to hold his warm hands. You watched as Zane tried the ramp and laughed loudly as he fell on the ramp, making both you and Ethan distracted. With no attention being paid to the board, Ethan’s foot rammed into it and caused you both to fall on the ground, only making you laugh more. Your leg was scraped up a little bit, but you payed it no mind.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, laughing with you. You nodded. “Guess I owe you a kiss,” he added with a smirk.

“Oh you totally made us fall on purpose!” you exclaimed, giggling.

“Me? You’re the one who was supposed to be paying attention!” he teased back. Suddenly, David’s loud steps made you both turn.

“Ethan what the hell?” David exclaimed, looking down at you. “You hurt her!”

“David, we fell, it was an accident,” Ethan said, looking up at David with a confused expression.

“It’s not even bleeding,” you added, confused as well. David tugged your body off the ground, calling Zane over to leave.

“I knew you shouldn’t have come,” David snarled, starting to pull you towards the door.

“David what the fuck?” you said, stopping abruptly.

“I’m gunna take you home,” David said, annoyed.

“Why? I’m fine,” you asked, lost on where this anger came from.

“No you’re hurt and you will get hurt here,” David said, sternly.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you asked, ripping your arm away from him.

“Ethan is just going to try and sleep with you, and then you’re gunna be devestated,” he said, glaring at you. To say you were confused was an understatement.

“We were just flirting. I never said I was gunna go home with him!” you exclaimed, angrily. “And if I did it’s not any of your business.”

“He’s talking about kissing you and then let you fall off the skateboard!” David shot back.

“David we were barely moving and I scraped my leg. Why are you losing your shit? And you’re not gunna tell me when to go home,” you said.

“Fine then I’m going to go the fuck home, get a ride from Ethan or something,” he replied before heading out the door. Your mouth hung open before the anger hit you. Without another thought, you were rushing out the door and towards his Tesla, walking after him. The bright sun shone down on you as you called after David.

“What is your fucking problem?” you screamed. “You’re pissed for what reason?” He continued to ignore you. “Okay, fine, don’t talk to me and be childish,” you screamed, going to turn around, but the sight of David angrily turning to face you stopped your movements. You stood near the trunk of his car and his body whipped around and left no space between you two.

“Childish? I’m childish? You’re flirting with one of my friends and wondering why I’m pissed. Then he hurts you and you don’t care? Like are you that easy, a smile and some flirting makes you melt? I’ve been trying for months to get your attention and he swoops in and you’re just about to kiss him?” he yelled, placing your body in between him and the car. You stood there, eyes wide at him.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, quietly.

“I have wanted you for months now and you show no interest in me. I try to drop hints and you don’t show a care. I’ve been trying for months and then you’re just gunna go after one of my friends?” he snaps, running his fingers through his hair, roughly.

“You haven’t tried anything? You’ve been nothing but friendly to me. You never made a move and you have all these beautiful girls surrounding you and you want me to believe you wanted me this whole time?” you said in disbelief.

“I never wanted went after anyone else!” he exclaimed, still angry.

“Fuck you for playing with my emotions right now,” you muttered, going to move away from him.

“Playing with your emotions right now? You’re the one all flirty and shit with my friend!” he yelled, clenching his fists.

“Because you never showed you cared more than a friend, and I’m sorry I didn’t want to sit around and wait for you to like me the way I like you-“ you rambled before being interrupted.

“Like,” he said, calmly. His eyes looked away from you for a second.

“What are you say-“ you again were cut off by David as he spoke:

“Shut up, y/n,” he whispered, leveling his face with yours. Anger had left you as you felt the air being taken out of your lungs. He stood there, looking over all sorts of your face before speaking softly, “You’re fucking ridiculous,” he breathed. That’s when the anger came back over you.

“I’m ridiculous? You’re fucking ridiculous, fu-“ Before you could finish your angry tangent, David’s body collided with yours. His lips pressed against yours, roughly. Immediately, your body relaxed and your hands grasped his shirt. His body pushed you against the car as he guided the kiss, digging his fingers into the kiss. Your mind became hazy as you couldn’t think of anything besides how good his lips and body felt against yours. He licked and tugged at your bottom lips making you sigh into the kiss. Months of craving this moment and it was finally here. You let your fingers tangle into his wavy hair, running through it and tugging on the ends ever so slightly, making him deepen the kiss. All his pent up anger he was letting out in this kiss, showing you how frustrated you had him and you wanted to moan at the feeling. Right as you parted your lips, Zane’s loud cackle halted the continuation.

“I knew this shit would happen,” Zane smirked, looking at both of your disheveled state. A blush came over your cheeks as your hands dropped to your sides. David remained standing exactly where he was, his grip not loosening on your hips.

“Zane, I need you to leave right now,” David breathed, laughing lightly.

“Without a thank you? You’re fucking welcome. I set all of this up so one of you dumbasses would make a move,” Zane replied. “You’re fucking welcome.” With that, Zane whipped around, adding, “I’ll grab a ride from someone else!”

You and David stood, looking at each other. Your mouth was parted in confusion and David’s had a big smirk plastered on his lips.

“What just happened?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“y/n, shut the fuck up, I’m over your mouth today,” David said, smirking as your face changed to anger.

“Um excuse me I-“ you began once again, and of course were cut off.

“I have waited months for this moment and after today, I need my girl to relieve some of my stress that she caused me,” he breathed, leaning down to let his lisp hover over yours.

“Your girl? You never asked me to be-“ you shot back, tugging your face away from his, only have his finger lace around the back of your neck.

“Yes my girl, I like you and you said you like me and I’m not wasting another minute arguing with you,” David rushed out, leaning down to connect your lips again. You leaned into this kiss, letting his body support yours before he pulled away abrudptly. “I mean unless you don’t wanna be my girl, I’m sure Ethan would love to-“ he smirked.

“David, shut up,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“Hmm, I’ll make us both shut up,” he mumbled, leaning down to push you against the car and kiss you once again.

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shittyfandomimagines · 5 years

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Insecure-plus size C.H

This has to be posted in 2 because I literally got carried away bc I am also a plus size insecure mess.

Word count: 2,523

Fluffy angst

Your hair could just choose which way it wanted to be, either be curly or straight. No, it has to have both of the choices. It looks horrible.

It’s really dry for hair and it’s super frizzy, you need to dye it again. Your roots have grown out too much. Have you ever heard of a brush?

Your skin is pasty and a little dry. You need to get out more and maybe multiply the amount of moisturizer. Ugly skin y/n, ugly skin.

Your thighs are chunky, jiggle a lot and deflate when sitting down. It looks bad and super fat. Same for your arms. Lose some weight Y/n.

Your stomach is not flat, you have some rolls, not some... a lot. Your boobs are too big for someone who is so ugly. God, why are you this fat and ugly?

Your have one lazy eye, yeah it’s not bad but you look stupid. Your cheeks have too many freckles and your mouth is super small, looks sad... always. Your eyebrows need to be waxed or plucked, you look horrible with them like that. Your eyelashes are too short. Your acne is out of control. The circles under your eyes? Yeah, they could house a family. Just ugly.

Your ears are too small, just like your lips. You should change out your earrings every once in a while.

Your butt is too big and it sticks out like a sore thumb when you’re wearing jeans. Your calves are super wide, no wonder you have trouble with wearing boots. You really need to do some more exercise.

I turn to look at anything else in the mirror, I couldn’t see any thing else to judge about myself. I throw my hair back into its usual bun, all kinds of curls were sticking out, why couldn’t my whole hair just be curly?

“Ready to go?” Calum’s voice cuts through my thoughts, I straighten out the striped shirt with roses on it. I looked bad in this shirt, too late to change though. I put on the jean jacket Calum gave me for Christmas and then grab my wallet.

“Yeah, ready when you are.” I smile up at him, well fake smiled. He gives me a soft smile and puts his hand out for mine, I gladly take the offer. “You look hot, as always. So, I thought we’d go eat somewhere before we head to the guys house. Is that okay?” He asks and I nod, I honestly didn’t care what we did as long as he was there.

When we finally started to drive into town, Calum tried to cup my thigh into his hands but I slyly just took his hand to wrap it in mine. I did not want him to grab my thigh when I look this bad and when I obviously feel like shit.

—

When we get our food, I find myself pushing most of my food around with the fork. I honestly didn’t feel like eating right now when I knew I was gonna regret it.

“Does it taste bad? I can order you something else?” Calum interrupts my thoughts for the second time, I snap my head upwards and give him a nice smile. “I just don’t feel like eating, my stomach is a little queasy.” I lie, well my stomach hurt from all the anxiety and self-conscious building in it, not the food.

“Do you need some meds? We can run to Walgreens.” He sounded concerned, so I take his hand from across the table. “Thanks babe for being so sweet, but I’ll be fine.” I coax and he rubs small circles over my hand.

“Well, try to eat because you might be hungry. It could be a reason for the queasiness.” He tried to help and I fake smile again. “Okay, I’ll try. I mean how could I resist those puppy eyes.” I tease.

—

I sat by Crystal on the couch, Michael and Calum were deep into some video game. I look over to her and see her smiling towards Michael.

She is so pretty, much thinner than me and her hair was so nice. She was literally perfection compared to me. Calum could easily pick a girl who was as gorgeous as Crystal.

“So, that is an adorable shirt on you, where’d you get it?” Crystal asks and I smile, it felt good to know that maybe it didn’t look as bad as I thought. “Uh, I think my mom said she ordered it off of Etsy, she gave it to me for an early birthday present.” I explain and she smiles. “So cute, I might have to order one and we can match.” She puts her hand on my arm and I feel myself cower a little. “That would be so cute.” I fake my excitement. How could I compare to her?

“Ok, I’ve had enough of games, I want to watch some movies now.” Luke exclaims once Michael won. “Sounds good to me.” Cal said as he moved to the other couch.

I look at him and he’s wearing a grin because Ashton told him something. The little crinkles by his eyes made my heart flutter because he was so happy. The black leather jacket began to come off, his old Maine shirt clung to his body.

He was gorgeous, almost too gorgeous for me. I hear his laugh and my heart flutters, his laugh always makes my day. I literally am so in love with him, but how could he be in love with someone like me?

“Here Michael, I’ll move so you can be with Crystal.” I smile up to him and stand up quickly. “Thanks Y/n.” He smiled and I walk towards the couch that Calum was sitting on. “C’mere.” He was sticking his hands out and then patted his lap. No way, I’d fucking break his cute little legs. I just plant myself on the beside him.

He engulfs me into his arms and I lay my head on his chest. He started kissing the side of my head rapidly and I feel my cheeks turn red. Luke put on some action movie and I find myself ignoring whatever it was.

Suddenly, Calum puts his hand on my stomach and I flinch. I try to pull the same move where I hold his hand and he pulled his hand away. I feel my heart sink when he retracts and it’s probably because I’m a insecure piece of shit.

——

“Night Cal. Love you.” I peak my head into his music room. He smiles at me and I feel myself shrinking into myself. His eyes always fucking finds out what’s going on in my head.

“Come in, I have to get my goodnight kiss.” He makes kissy faces and I finally step into the room. I situate my shorts so my thighs didn’t look as bad.

He pats his lap again and I shake my head, but he yanks my arm to pull me down to him. I try to get up but he makes sure his grip is tightened.

I kiss his lips quickly and try to stand again, but he didn’t even budge. I felt his eyes staring me down and I wanted to wrap myself in a blanket and hide. “Why are you staring at me like that?” I ask after I turn to see him all heart eyes.

“Because you’re beautiful.” He boldly tells me, my cheeks feel flushed and I turn my head to the opposite side. I nod as a thank you. “Good night Calum.” I mumble and finally escape his grip. I couldn’t stand to sit here and think about how he deserved better, it broke my heart.

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cleverbroadwayurl · 6 years

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Skinny Love (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 11)

Song: Skinny Love by Birdy (Bon Iver originally wrote it, but I prefer the Birdy cover)

Need to Catch Up? PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10

Want More? PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17 PART 18 PART 19

Word Count: 8425 (I’m so sorry this got away from me)

A/N: OH MY GOD I DID IT! Part 11 here she is! Please feel free to give me feedback, good or bad (pls I needed to research and if the actions (you’ll know which ones) aren’t healthy please help me I have not had healthy actions)! My requests are still open for those of you wondering! I’m all open to do teasers/sneak peeks but it might take me a little bit because there’s literally only 1 line of part 12 written (unless you want that one line that I’m debating on changing, go ahead). This is a pretty self indulgent part, just a fair warning! I was even going to call it something else bc that would be even more self indulgent but I decided against it. It’s in the moodboard though so not completely omitted you guys Anyways! Please enjoy this fic, I think I’ll stick with bi-weekly updates for the time being!

Trigger Warnings: hooo boy lots: mentions of an abusive relationship, mentions of an abusive boyfriend, mentions of sexual assault, implications of sexual assault, some close to nsfw stuff (at least for my little pure ass), mentions of the Halloween Party IF I MISSED ANYTHING AT ALL PLEASE LET ME KNOW

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Michael: No worries dude. Michael: Get some sleep. You deserve it.

Jeremy had hoped that you wouldn’t call again. Not that he didn’t want to see you, it’s just that with the information he had now, he just…yeah he really hoped you wouldn’t call or text unless something miraculous had happened. Like maybe you broke up with your boyfriend and you just happened to want to see Jeremy to see what he was doing for dinner that night. Maybe you two would eat dinner before going back to his empty house, only to have Rich or something bring over some wine (did you like wine? You seemed classy enough to enjoy it), and the two of you would celebrate your freedom and happiness. Maybe there’d be tipsy kisses, quickly turning into—

He shook his head of those thoughts as Luigi hit Kirby with a combination move yet again. Fuck, since when did Michael get so good at Super Smash Brothers? Usually the two were evenly matched, Jeremy’s Kirby wreaking havoc on Michael’s usual Luigi. But tonight, he couldn’t seem to focus. The computers were long gone, leaving Jeremy and Michael at a one on one battle once again. They’d only set them at level 5, as it had been a while since they’d done Throwback Night on the N64.

The match continued, Jeremy making a steady comeback as Michael’s lives depleted to only 2. Jeremy was at 1, but it wouldn’t be too hard to knock Michael off another time. He had led Michael to the edge of the map, getting ready to leap out of the way of Luigi’s charge move, which would hopefully send him over the edge. Or, he could swallow Luigi and just jump off the edge as a kamikaze. As soon as Jeremy was going to hit the button to jump up and avoid the fatal strike, his phone vibrated. He glanced over, seeing your caller ID before throwing the controller on the ground, and reaching to pick up his phone, Kirby’s last noises fading into the distance as Luigi stood victorious.

“Hello?” He gasped into the phone, hoping, praying that this time he’d managed to catch you before something horrible happened.

“Jeremy?”

“It’s me,” he nodded, before realizing that you couldn’t see him. “Do you need help?”

“Uhh, yeah, I do—fuck—I’m going out to my car right now. Are you free to meet somewhere? I’m sorry to completely ruin your night, but like I just, I really need some help right now.”

“Let’s meet at my house, do you remember where it is?” Jeremy asked, palms immediately accumulating moisture.

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” He could hear your car door slam through his phone, the doors locking mere milliseconds after closing. The engine turned over, a small string of ‘shit’s coming out of your mouth.

“Hey, you good?” Jeremy spoke urgently into the phone.

“I-I’m good Jeremy. I’m on my way now,” you exhaled, he could imagine you running your hand through your hair. “I’m so sorry to do this again, but—shit, I thought I had more time.”

“It’s totally fine, I promise. Just focus on getting here safely.”

“Do you need me to go?” Michael whispered, taking advantage of the sudden silence. Jeremy didn’t respond, eyes not even glancing at his best friend, mind running wild with your state.

“Hey, I just turned onto your street. I’ll be there in like 30 seconds.”

“I’ll go upstairs and unlock the door for you. Come in whenever you need to,” Jeremy noted, immediately getting up, Michael following suit.

He could hear you turn the car off and he unlocked the door. Stepping back, Jeremy immediately made eye contact with Michael, nodding to his best friend, as if to say ‘your lips are sealed. Nothing leaves this room’. The other boy nodded, not breaking eye contact. There was a moment of stillness before the front door handle turned, sending Jeremy’s heart from 10mph to 60 in half a second flat.

You bolted in, closing the door behind you. Your eyes locked onto Jeremy’s before you sped up and ran directly into him. He wasn’t ready for the amount of force that you rushed at him with, but as soon as your arms wrapped around him, Jeremy recovered. The phone you had in your hand was still lit up, showing the boy you hugged that you hadn’t even bothered to hang up. It didn’t take long for him to return the gesture, feeling your breath against his skin. It was hard and hot, but he could feel it slowing down at a steady rate.

“Thank you,” you mumbling into him, clinging to him as if he was your life preserver in an ocean filled with death.

It wasn’t long before you broke the hug. You looked around you, eyes fixating on Michael in nearly no time at all. Red crept into your cheeks while all color drained from your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” you looked at the ground for a second, “I’ll just go.”

“I was actually just leaving,” Michael smiled at you, quickly picking up on your habits. “My moms want me home tonight. Something about them wanting to try ‘Family Game Night?’ Anyways, I’ll see you later.”

“Are you sure?” you asked hands beginning to tremble.

“Yeah. I’m positive. Text me later, okay Jeremy?” Michael asked breaking eye contact with you and looking over at his best friend.

Jeremy only nodded in response as Michael made his way to the front door, opening it and leaving. Heaviness remained, the lightheartedness of his best friend gone. It was as if the situation was suddenly becoming real to the two of them and Jeremy could see you begin to crumble. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “If I knew, I wouldn’t have called you.”

“Hey,” the boy took a step closer to you, softness completely taking over his whole demeanor. “It’s alright. The most important thing right now is that you’re safe, okay?”

You nodded stiffly, eyes not even glancing in Jeremy’s direction. He took a chance and step forward, careful not to intimidate you. The lanky boy stood next to you as your eyes fixated on a singular spot on the ground. This worried him. Actually, it more than worried Jeremy, but he couldn’t think of a better word. At the very least, he knew what to do, which was comforting thought. He knew to ask for consent and to double check with you at all times. He knew that being your support system wasn’t only though soft touches and kind words, but it was also just simply through his presence. You didn’t always need someone to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay, yeah sometimes you just needed a friend.

But those thoughts disappeared as he noticed your arms fold. Your shoulders collapsed, almost as if you were trying to build a way between you and the rest of the world. It wasn’t extremely noticeable, but Jeremy recognized the gesture almost immediately. He held his hand out, just above your shoulder as an attempt to comfort you. Just as he was about to lower that hand, something told him not to. There was something…familiar about the way you stood and the way you presented yourself in this particular moment. Maybe it was because you’d done a very similar thing not too long ago. That couldn’t be it, though. No, this was much different, and it upset Jeremy that he just couldn’t place it.

“Do you need anything?” Jeremy asked, resisting every urge to wrap you up in his arms.

You froze. There was a silence that fell over the room, and unfortunately, there was absolutely nothing calm about it. A new tension sat you two, the boy hoping he didn’t cross a boundary. You didn’t move as your voice spoke. “This is gonna sound really weird, but can I possibly take a shower?”

Jeremy was taken aback by your request. Out of all of the things he was prepped for, asking for a shower was something he wasn’t. He mentally went over in his head which bathroom he should guide you to. His dad’s might be more than embarrassing, but if his wasn’t cleaned, it would be the only option. Although his memory might be playing tricks on him, Jeremy could remember his dad saying something about doing laundry and going through the bathroom to pick up a little bit. Then again, Jeremy had been playing The Awesome Adventures of Captain Spirit when his dad started cleaning around the house, so maybe it was the game? He wasn’t sure. Which meant that somehow, Jeremy had to see if his bathroom was clean without drawing suspicion from you.

Apparently it had been a bit since Jeremy had said anything, because you began speaking again, this time your eyes darting from his to anywhere else in the room. “I don’t mean to intrude, you can totally say no, I just wanted to clean my self up I guess? Not that you didn’t do a good job the last time I was here, because believe me, you did much better than I ever could, but like I just want to rinse off, is that okay? You know what, just forget I said anything, I’m fine, thank you,” your voice was a whisper by the end of you little speech, eyes fixating on the floor once again.

The teenage boy inhaled, trying his hardest to remain calm. This was a moment to rue them all; you’d just confirmed that your boyfriend didn’t care about your basic needs. His fists clenched and then quickly relaxed. He could feel his face growing red; breathing becoming a labored task. And not only had you just confirmed something that Jeremy hoped hadn’t been happening, but you seemed to get worse since the last time he saw you. A week or so ago, you were at least making eye contact and a little bit more stable. You were more capable, sure of your choices. This was different, and Jeremy knew it.

“You can totally take a shower here, okay?” He smiled as softly as he could before almost leaving you alone to take a shower. It was now that Jeremy realized you had you had never been in his bathroom, or even remotely near it. He took a breath, unclenched his jaw, and reached his hand out. “I’ll take you there.”

His voice surprised him. Jeremy didn’t expect any kind of softness to exit him while he was choosing new ways to completely fuck up your boyfriend’s life, but he’d managed it. Now that was fantastic acting. Jeremy silently thanked Christine for all of her acting tips and tricks, noting to buy her lunch before going off to college. Because if anything, she had just saved his ass.

You took his hand hesitantly before he led you up the stairs and down the hall. Jeremy knew that he could’ve just told you where the bathroom was, but he didn’t want to leave you alone. Something told him that there would be consequences to his actions tonight, more so than the other time you’d appeared at his doorstep. For some reason, there was a tension in the air that wasn’t there before. The pressure set in as his hand clenched the door handle, knuckles immediately turning white upon contact. The anger had left, leaving only a bundle of nerves in its place.

His hand twisted the door knob, only opening it a fraction of the way he normally would’ve, and turned on the light just to be sure that it wasn’t a complete disaster. Jeremy let the nerves go as he scanned the room; his dad had definitely come in earlier that day and cleaned. He opened the door wider so that you could step in with him, your hand still securely wrapped in his.

“So you can use whatever you’d like,” Jeremy said, pulling his hand away from yours as gently as he could. He didn’t make eye contact; he couldn’t make eye contact. His stomach formed knots, the tips of his ears getting hot as he continued “Towels are under the sink when you’re done.”

He finally looked at you, noticing that you were watching him carefully. Not exactly making eye contact, but rather just staring, almost contemplating what was going to happen next. A small smile formed on your face, hand coming up and covering part of your mouth. “Thank you so much, Jeremy. It means…it means a lot.”

“It’s no problem,” he smiled back, rubbing his palms on the sides of his jeans. You two switched places somewhat awkwardly, concern pooling into Jeremy’s eyes. “I’ll be in my room across the hall if you need anything else.”

“Thank you.”

Jeremy nodded before exiting the bathroom, hearing the door lock quickly behind him. There was a small celebration: first of all, his dad was away for the night, making your timing nearly perfect, and second of all, he was glad, so fucking glad, that his dad had picked up in his bathroom. The celebration didn’t last very long. While the bathroom was clean, his room definitely wasn’t. He nearly sprinted across the hall, almost tripping over his own feet as he did so.

As soon as he got into his room, Jeremy shut his laptop and kicked things under his bed. He wasn’t sure how long this shower would take, you could be out in just a few minutes. You could catch him doing something—literally anything from doing something dumb or, even worse, frantically cleaning. He didn’t want that, anything but that. He wanted to be cool in a way that would possibly impress you, but still allow you to feel safe. Jeremy stood back for a second, admiring his fast work, before situating himself on his bed, thumb opening his phone and scrolling through whatever social media he could find.

After what felt like a while, he glanced at the time. He blinked a few times to make sure his phone was correct. Had you really been in the shower for 30 minutes? Jeremy paled. Was this normal? Did you pass out? Would Jeremy have to call someone in order to help? He physically shook his head. Long showers are normal. They had to be, right? Yeah, he was sure that you were okay. Then again, if something did happen, Jeremy wasn’t sure if he would be able to forgive himself for leaving you alone when you needed him most.

Now he was searching for something, anything, to get his mind off of you. He didn’t want to think about all of the horrible possibilities right now. The idea that you were currently standing in the shower bleeding out was not exactly a comforting thought. No, he needed to focus on something different, something that wasn’t you.

15 minutes of absolutely agonizing waiting, you knocked on his door, dressed in the same stuff you were before. He sat up almost immediately as you asked Jeremy if you could join him on his bed. He only nodded, shifting slightly to give you enough room.

Both of your legs hung over the side as you looked around at the posters that hung on Jeremy’s wall.

“Cool room,” you said, still looking around.

“Thanks,” Jeremy replied, his hand going to scratch the back of his neck. You flinched, only slightly, but the lanky teenager caught it. He gulped before speaking without any forethought “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you reassured, a slight waver to your voice, “I’m fine. How are you?”

You finally made eye contact with Jeremy, except his heart didn’t swell like it normally did. No, this time it broke. Your normally vibrant eyes were dull, red surrounding them as if you’d been crying in the shower. He could see the veins glowing brightly, his eyes moving downward to see the puffiness underneath. Your smile was watery, glassy tears still forming in your eyes at an alarming rate.

The way you sat was almost frightening. It was now clear that you had intentionally sat in such a way where your body would take up the least amount of surface area at one time. You were hunched over, arms crossed and almost touching your thighs. As much as Jeremy wanted to admit that the worst he’d ever seen you at was the last time you went to his house, it wasn’t. This definitely was. Maybe it was the lack of emotions; the numbness you seemed to have. He needed to find out what happened, and preferably soon. But for now, he would stick with small talk. He needed to keep conversation light.

“I’m fine,” he noted, not daring to break eye contact. “Do you need a hug?”

You hesitated, fingers picking at one another. Jeremy hoped he hadn’t crossed any boundaries with you. Out of all of the terrible things that could happen, that was at the top of his list. Your eyes tore away from him and Jeremy could feel his heart ache more than it did before. “Sure,” you spoke softly, as if you’d offend Jeremy if you talked to him too loudly.

He wrapped his arms around you, being as careful as he could with each passing second. The moment he got close enough, you rested your body onto his. He could feel the tension release and your head hit the crook of his neck. Your breathing evened, going from labored to the simplest task.

“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from the hug.

“It’s okay,” Jeremy replied sheepishly.

There was silence in a room for a second, almost debating your next move. Jeremy noticed you shiver, arms crossing again before your hands began moving up and down your bicep. He moved without thinking over to his closet, trying to find something to make you comfortable. His fingers touched the edge of his blue sweater, and in an instant, he knew that it was the perfect thing to give you.

He took it from the hanger, hands carrying the sweater with a certain kind of delicacy. Jeremy sat next to you once more as your eyes shifted to look at him. Unfolding the sweater, he looked at it for a moment before draping it over your shoulders. Jeremy knew he had succeeded in making you feel even just a little bit better when you gave a soft smile. You took a breath in, as if you were inhaling the moment. If there was something Jeremy knew, it was that neither of you wanted to forget this.

“You looked cold,” Jeremy broke the silence.

The dullness returned to your eyes as you nodded. His mind starting racing, he needed to make this better, and fast. “It’s kinda funny you know,” he started, hoping that this one little thing he thought was ironic wouldn’t upset you, “you said that you had borrowed my sweater before, now it’s actually true.”

You gave a chuckle, and Jeremy lit up. Yes! You put your arms through the sleeves of his blue sweater, pulling the ends to cover your hands just enough. There was a pause. Your eyes met his, faces almost inches apart from one another’s. Jeremy could practically feel his eyes closing, his face getting redder by the second. “Can we lay down?” you asked innocently, shooting big doe eyes at the awkward boy who sat beside you.

It was his turn to be speechless, his face only getting redder. You swung your legs around and began leaning back. Jeremy waited until you were comfortable before leaning back himself. Both of you laid down on your side, faces merely inches apart. The two of you remained like that for a little bit, before you broke contact with Jeremy, laying on your back instead of facing him like before. He watched as you did so, eyes scanning you body. You were stiff, not completely comfortable still. He watched your eyes shift, staring at his ceiling with a blank stare. It was in this moment that Jeremy realized just how much you meant to him. You were everything, even in these moments of absolutely nothing.

“Do you want to talk about something?” he asked cautiously. His eyes eventually trained on your emotionless face as you stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars Michael had put on his ceiling when they were just 14. It started as a joke, Michael teasing Jeremy about how ‘afraid of the dark he was’, but now he’d grown to love them. They halfheartedly glowed as twilight fell upon the room, but Jeremy didn’t dare move a muscle to turn on a lamp.

He could barely make out your features, but Jeremy saw you nod. “I just don’t know where to start.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” Jeremy reminded.

“But, like, I don’t know, I feel like I need to tell someone.” You went silent for a second, eyes scanning his ceiling. You gulped. Even in dusk, he could see that clearly. Nerves were getting to you, no doubt about it. “I don’t know how though.”

Jeremy didn’t know what to say. He had been through this, sure, but he wasn’t quite sure what you were alluding to. At this point in time, it could be anything. But he knew one thing for sure. If you wanted to tell him, he would give his full attention to you, no matter how long it took. “It’s okay. It doesn’t need to be perfect. You can wait on telling me, too.”

You shook your head, eyes still focused on the stars above. “I won’t do it later. Or, at least, I don’t think I will.”

The caring boy nodded, eyes almost encouraging you to speak.

There was a beat before your face contorted into a grimace, eyes just squinting open as you spoke. It was a while before you actually said anything, but Jeremy was happy to wait. It took a minute before you spoke again, your body and face completely stoic. “Have you ever been…” You trailed off, but soon tried again. “Have you ever been like…in a situation where…I don’t know…you—uhh you didn’t want something, but maybe the other person didn’t stop?”

Jeremy paled before his cheeks turned bright red. His fists balled up, next tensing. He could feel his veins begin to make an appearance, his jaw clenching in the process. He remained still, but his breathing hardened, like he’d been running for miles. He was going to kill your boyfriend. It didn’t matter if he’d be in prison, it didn’t matter if he got in trouble with his dad. The only thing that mattered was your safety, which right now, was being completely ignored. Fuck, he’d seen it before, he’d seen the fucking texts and now it was too late. Jeremy could feel his hands move, almost getting up to get his keys and personally drive to the police station and get you to the hospital because there was no way, no way, your stupid punk ass dipshit boyfriend was getting away with—

“I’m sorry, that sounded really awful. Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it,” you noted, almost sensing Jeremy’s anger.

For just a moment, everything was still. This wasn’t about him, or revenge on your boyfriend right now. This was about you. Sweet, good, amazing, you, who didn’t deserve half of this. What made it worse was Jeremy knew that feeling. He knew it way too well and wouldn’t have wished it on his own worst enemy, much less the one person who meant the world to him. “I get it,” Jeremy mumbled.

“What do you mean?” you asked, eyes immediately darting towards Jeremy.

“The Halloween party junior year at Jake Dillinger’s house. Someone pulled me into a room and started…making advances that I didn’t want. I couldn’t even stand up and leave, you know? I’m not even sure how I did it, but I managed to get out of there and into the bathroom as fast as I could. I mean, if things didn’t work out the way they did…”

You nodded, not needing Jeremy to even utter the words. “I guess this is sort of similar.”

“What do you mean?” Jeremy asked.

“I mean like,” you stopped, almost as if you’d been frozen instantly. “Sometimes he kisses me and I don’t want him to. But if I say no, then it’s game over, you know? And it’s not like I can just pull away, either. He like…holds my face against his, finger tips digging into the back of my neck. Even if I’ve stopped kissing, he won’t let go no matter how hard I push against him.” Jeremy didn’t say anything as you kept going. “But like tonight it escalated.”

You didn’t meet eyes with the boy beside you; you hadn’t for a while. “I guess tonight was basically a repeat of the Halloween party for you, but like it was me in that situation instead. Things went to far, I ran for the bathroom and got the fuck out of there. I just grabbed my stuff and left, even though he kept apologizing to me. And you know, maybe I would’ve actually believed them if they weren’t so false all the time.” You paused for a second, regaining some composure. “Fuck, what did I get myself into?”

“Something you don’t deserve,” Jeremy interjected. He could feel his fists clench again, heat rising in his veins. Oh your boyfriend was gonna pay. He was gonna fucking pay.

You sighed, a waver coming from your throat. “Thanks, but I mean like, maybe it’s my fault? Like I do say yes and he isn’t really good at picking up on hints. I know that. Just like I know I can say no. But it’s like, would he even stop if I did? Would he hurt me if I said no? Would he be offended and just start screaming at me over text like he’s done a thousand times now?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Jeremy started, “but I can’t hear you say this anymore.” His hands waved, as if they could stop you all on their own. “What you’re telling me is that you don’t have the option to say no. That’s not consent.”

“But sometimes I don’t say anything. That means he doesn’t know I don’t want it, right? So, it’s my fault.”

“Not even a little bit,” the boy beside you said, losing all of the building anger. There was no way that this was your fault, no matter how anybody twisted it. He had to tell you that, at the very least. Jeremy decided to use the example from before to show you exactly how wild you sounded. “I didn’t say no at the Halloween party. I was forced into a situation where I didn’t say anything. People made advances and I didn’t mutter a single yes or no. Does that mean I consented?”

“No, of course not,” you said, eyes shifting towards Jeremy’s figure.

“Then doesn’t it work the same way for you?”

You were quiet for a second, and Jeremy hoped that he’d won you over. He knew he hadn’t when your face remained the same, not showing any emotion at all. “This is different.”

“How?” he asked, jumping at the opportunity to tell you that you didn’t deserve this.

“You weren’t dating that person. You didn’t have a future with them, a history with them, you had nothing.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” Jeremy said, still watching your face for any sign of him being helpful. “And I think you know that.”

You nodded, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “I’m not being crazy, right?” you whispered.

“Not even a little bit.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, all of the parts of the evening clicked together in Jeremy’s mind. You had stood without taking too much space, worried about touching other people and what that would mean. It made sense how you crumbled into yourself, the feeling of violation taking over its host. The shower, and more specifically, the time you took in the shower. It was to try and get that dirty feeling off of you, an attempt to feel better, maybe a quick fix. The lack of emotion put into every singular moment was fitting now that he knew the truth. The tension in the room, the lack of comfort, everything fell right into place.

“Thank you,” you spoke up suddenly, a tear running down your cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Jeremy assured. It took all the strength he had to not wipe the tear away and wrap you up in his arms just to hold you for a while.

“I guess I’ve just forgotten what it’s like to kiss someone that I want to, you know? I don’t really remember what consent feels like.”

For the second time that night, Jeremy’s heart broke. To him, what you just said meant that it had been so long since you’d been treated like a human being that you forgot what it was like. You forgot what it was like to be shown decency or love. It was only natural for Jeremy’s next words to be “I hope you do someday.”

“Thank you, Jeremy. For everything. Really. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

There was a second of silence, both of you not sure what to say next. It was getting dark exponentially quick, so Jeremy quickly leaned over and turned on his lamp that sat on his night stand. It wasn’t much, but it was better than the darkness that surrounded them before. It was calm again. Jeremy basked in the relaxation for just a few seconds before you spoke up again.

“Why do I feel like I’ll never get that?” You asked to no one in particular. Your voice was still a little shaky, and your eyes didn’t leave the stars.

“What do you mean?”

“Like I don’t know,” but Jeremy knew that you did know exactly what was running through your mind. It was almost like sugarcoating; something to cushion the blow. “It seems like my boyfriend now is the only person who’d even remotely like me. It took years fir him to even get the courage to talk to me again after I turned him down in middle school.”

Jeremy gulped, his palms starting to sweat. He didn’t want to confess, at least not in these circumstances and not until you’d broken up with your boyfriend, but at the same time, his chest screamed for his heart to do something, anything. He didn’t even get to finish his thought before you kept going.

“And, god Jeremy, you hear about those people who get stuck in this cycle of abuse, person after person just worse than the last, because the victim is looking for someone to save them. I feel like I’m gonna be one of those people.”

“You’re not,” Jeremy whispered loud enough for you to hear. “You’re not like those other people.”

“Maybe I am,” another tear slipped down your cheek. “I mean, I didn’t think this would happen. I thought I was smart, but now look at me. I’m dumb, I’m clueless, I’m hopeless. I saw it coming, I knew what was going on, but I pushed it away. I thought I was just being dumb, anxiety acting up again or some bullshit. Jeremy, I did this to myself. I knew I should’ve left the minute he made me uncomfortable with his dependency, but fuck, I didn’t.”

“You’re not dumb,” the sweet boy said, gently running his fingers against your arm. “You’re wonderful. You’re incredibly smart, and you’re nowhere near hopeless. You didn’t let this happen to you, not even a little bit. And if anything, he’s the stupid clueless fuckface who made you feel this way. I know it sounds crazy, but god, he isn’t the only one who is going to like you. You have tons of people that’ll like, hell, love you. They’ll be speechless when you walk into a room and root for you and your happiness. Not the other way around.”

You stopped for a second, taking in every single word. “How do you know that?” you asked, softer than before.

Jeremy went beet red. “Well, I uhh, I just know.”

There was another pause between you two, and god Jeremy hoped he helped. It was all he could give right now, and it was his best. He just hoped that his best was enough.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been talking about myself way too much. What’s going on with you?”

“Oh, uhh, it’s okay. You said you needed to say something, so you did.” He got quiet for a second before muttering out an “I’m glad you did.”

You looked at him finally, your whole face tinged pink. Your eyes remained puffy and glassy, but Jeremy didn’t mind. He thought they were magical anyways. He could see all of you eye’s undertones, from the lights to the shadows and everything in between. He noted the dark swirling black pupil staring back at him, a hint of happiness inside. “How did I get so lucky?” you asked after a little bit.

“Wha--?”

“Jeremy, you are the sweetest person I’ve encountered in my entire high school career. I’m not sure how you do it, but you manage to calm me down and keep me safe for hours on end. I haven’t felt this safe in months,” you smiled your genuine smile, the one that Jeremy missed dearly, at him. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” he stuttered out awkwardly. “I just wanted to keep a…a friend safe.”

You softly chuckled, your hand softly brushing his for just the slightest millisecond. Jeremy could feel his cheeks heat up at the soft contact between you two, causing you to giggle. “You’re cute when you blush.”

That made Jeremy go even redder than he was before. You gave a small laugh in response, gently putting your hand out to meet his. “Do you mind if I scoot closer?” you asked, a smile still painting your features.

The only thing Jeremy could do without sounding like a dork was nod. You did just as you had asked, rolling completely onto your side to face the nervous boy. There was a moment where everything was still, your eyes him with a grace he had only known from daydreams. He shivered a little bit, but it wasn’t from the air conditioning that was being pumped into the room at a regular rate. Jeremy kept the stillness going, contemplating on his next move. He wanted to show that he cared; that you meant the world to him. He wanted to show how important you were, that you mattered, even when you didn’t believe his words. He wanted to show that, fuck it, he loved you. He loved you with his whole heart, mind, and soul. As you laid beside him on his bed, Jeremy could practically feel his impulse control depleting. Maybe that’s why he didn’t stop himself from saying, with the most delicate tone, “Can I kiss you?”

You continued to stare, confusion forming on your face. Damn it, you were going to say no. He should’ve known, you were a good person, and you probably would never cheat on your boyfriend, even if you might be desperate to. But all of those thoughts were lost as a smile formed on your lips, almost crooked it was so big. It reminded Jeremy of when he first started admiring you from afar. “You know what?” you began, finger grazing over his knuckles, “Yeah. Thank you for asking first.”

The two of you leaned in, goofy happiness evident in your features. Your hand moved from Jeremy’s and grazed his cheek. He shivered at your touch, immediately craving more of it. He anticipated it to be something similar to a peck, just a short snippet of what he got before. Instead, he could’ve sworn you’d hired Disney to give him a fireworks show he’d never forget. It was in that moment that Jeremy was so happy his dad was out for the night.

If you were honest with yourself, you didn’t intend to have so much passion. But sometimes, you just had to indulge in the way Jeremy felt against your skin. It’d been forever since you felt some kind of warmth, but with the sweet boy, it felt like the entire world was set aflame. Your hand remained on his cheek, as you just focused on every aspect, taking in every feeling, every emotion, everything you’d been missing out on for almost a year.

Jeremy’s hand snaked its way around your hip, a powerful shot of comfort and purity pulsating through your body. It was like a drug; and you definitely just became addicted. You began to get closer to him, adding a rhythm as soon as you got there. It wasn’t long before Jeremy caught on, his hands promoting the gentle sway you’d set. His fingers ran their way through your hair as your arm wrapped around his torso, almost enveloping you in a sense of security; a sense of home. As cliché as it was, it was a hand that reached out, a lifeline to happiness, hope, success, and so much more. It was like everything you could’ve dreamed of even wanting was just there, keeping you safe inside of his arms.

Your heart started beating faster as your breathing got heavier, the beat to your rhythm now speeding up. Jeremy’s hands held your hips dangerously close to his. He stopped the sway and broke contact, and you almost whined at him stopping, even for just a second to readjust. Luckily, Jeremy could almost read you like a book, and lifted up the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers now rubbing circles onto your bare hips. “Is this okay?” He asked, concern pooling into his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you half stuttered out, still a little disoriented. “Thank you for checking in.”

He nodded, lips coming into contact with your jawline. Jeremy kissed downwards, going from your jawline to your neck. You cursed yourself for being somewhat ticklish as a giggle practically erupted from you. You could feel Jeremy chuckle against your neck, small laughs coming from him as well. He kept going, small vibrations from his laughs making the night almost better that it had been before. Because for the first time, these kisses weren’t about perfection like some bullshit you see in the movies. No, this was about comfort, making sure that everything was exactly how you wanted it to be, making mistakes like giggling perfectly wonderful.

Jeremy continued down your neck, small blushes and smiley gasps leaving you. He went slowly, almost teasingly, but you knew that it was for your own comfort. At some points, you could see the tips of his ears turn red, the soothing circles on your hips becoming a little bit rougher. Your hips were nearly touching at this point, every rough circle bringing them closer and closer. It wasn’t long before his kisses got lower, a little past your neck and just onto your collarbone. He had to manipulate your shirt a little bit to get there, but somehow he’d managed it.

Everything froze. You froze. Jeremy pulled back immediately, allowing your body to turn so your back was against the bed. He just wanted to make sure that you were okay, but he was only met with numb, unblinking eyes now staring up at the ceiling. His hands began to sweat and shake, unsure of what exactly was going on and what exactly he should do next. Fuck, did I do? It was like you had died right there in Jeremy’s arms. It didn’t help that your face had paled and your body had the illusion that you’d stopped breathing. He checked your pulse, making sure it was still there (it was, but at a slower rate than it had been before).

He sprinted out of his room to get you water from the kitchen, hoping that would help in even the slightest way. As soon as he got down the stairs and into the kitchen, Jeremy nearly slipped, his socks slippery against the hardwood. He recovered quickly before grabbing a bright orange plastic cup and filling it with water. His mind raced at the possible things he did wrong, Rich’s rules burning in his mind. The cup was finally filled and Jeremy ran back up the stairs. He entered his room slowly, just in case your state had changed and you needed quiet or something.

You hadn’t moved.

It had been well over 30 seconds to a minute, and yet you were still completely frozen. Your hands were relaxed, but he could still see them tensed into that position. He set his cup down on the dresser, walking towards you to double check your vitals once more before probably calling an ambulance. He sat down beside you, hand gently placing your wrist into his grip.

You shot up with an audible breath, hand immediately resting on your sternum. Your breaths were deep and fast, eyes darting around the room. Jeremy had jumped back, a small yelp escaping him. You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing finally going back to normal.

Jeremy inched closer, concern flashing over his features as he scanned you up and down. “Are you okay?” he asked, craning his neck forward slightly.

“Oh, yeah,” you attempted to play it off as if nothing happened. You inhaled, hands still shaking. “I’m fine, how are you?”

The lanky boy shook his head, running his hands through his hair, “Are you sure? Do you need something?”

“I uhh I’m good.” You looked down at your lap and Jeremy’s blue sweater. “Thank you.” There was a moment of nothing, each of you anticipating what the other would say.

“Is everything okay? You look upset.” you asked, now staring at him curiously. When he looked back, the first thing Jeremy saw was the now prominent bags under your eyes and the slight color that had flushed onto your face. Your hands weren’t keeping still, fidgeting with one another while you waited for his response.

“You uhh,” he started, unsure of exactly how to explain the events that just happened. “You like…I don’t know,” he took a breath, “went numb on me.”

Your eyes immediately broke any contact with him and looked back down at your lap, almost in shame. “Sorry.”

Jeremy’s heart broke again. You knew what had just happened, even if he didn’t. And what was worse is that this has happened before, without someone to help you or anything. He decided to try and keep things light, maybe not bring it up for a while. “I brought you some water,” he spoke softly.

“Thank you.” A pause. “I should go. Thank you so much for tonight, Jeremy, really.” You began to get up to grab your things to go.

“Hold on a second, okay?” Jeremy asked, holding out his hand as a form to stop you without physically touching you. “I don’t want you getting into an accident or something. I think we can agree that that would be the last thing we want right now.” There was a new feeling to the room, not necessarily disgust, but it wasn’t something good. He spoke up again, trying to convince you that staying safe was better than being sorry. “You can stay here for a while and calm down if you want.”

You thought for a minute; Jeremy could practically see the gears turning in your head. The waiting for you to decide was nearly agonizing for him. Out of all of the things that happened tonight, and the new information he’d gotten, Jeremy had now become hyperaware of your boundaries and sense of safety. He was worried that he had done something wrong just merely minutes ago. There was a moment to ask, that was apparent, but this one was not it.

Just as Jeremy was about to open his mouth to apologize for anything that he did to make you uncomfortable, you wiped your eye with his sweater’s sleeve. You looked at him again, almost scanning him up and down before turning your torso towards him. Somehow, Jeremy read your signals and opened his arms, only to have you bolt into them. Hot tears wet Jeremy’s shirt and he wished that he had some more tissues to give you, but the closest ones were across the hall, sitting in the bathroom innocently. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand gliding up and down your back as your sobs subsided. Jeremy leaned his head down to your ear, speaking as softly as he could. “Do you want to lay down again?”

You nodded and Jeremy pressed a kiss to your forehead before breaking the hug so you could lay down. He waited for you to get comfortable again before grabbing the bright orange cup that held your water and handed it over. You took a tentative sip, watching Jeremy carefully. He awkwardly looking around, not used to someone searching him up and down with the look you gave him. His eyes landed on his laptop and an idea popped into his head. “Do you maybe want to watch something on Netflix for a little bit?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thank you,” you mumbled. It was Jeremy’s turn to nod as he grabbed his laptop. He stood facing you, but his screen facing away from you as he opened the mac book pro. Logging in wasn’t the problem, it was the browser window that just happened to still be up. He exited it quickly and then searching for the Netflix app. The app opened with one quick keystroke, and the caring boy handed you his laptop.

“You can pick what we watch,” Jeremy smiled sheepishly.

“Oh no, I couldn’t. I don’t want to pick something that like, you don’t want to watch.”

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Jeremy was slowly plotting exactly how he was going to get revenge on your boyfriend, a court order possibly included. You weren’t even secure enough to pick something to watch, even if he literally just said he didn’t care whatever it was. He inferenced that your boyfriend said what he just did often (fuck, how did he manage to mimic him?! That was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do), and then would hurt you because you made the wrong choice. It was probably over text, similar to all of the other verbal and emotional abuse you’d received.

But he pushed those thoughts aside, deciding that focusing on you would be the most productive at this moment in time. Especially since you were side eyeing his Netflix account, preciously sipping your water. Damn it, how did you always manage to be so attractive; so aesthetically pleasing? He stepped forward, getting settled into his bed himself as he spoke. “We can watch anything, okay? My number one priority right now is keeping you safe, calm, and happy. And if you want to watch Disney, a TV show you like, hell even some romantic comedy or 90s teen movie like Clueless, I’d be perfectly okay with it.”

“No, Jeremy, I really…I’m intruding already and I just…”

He looked at you, concern filling in his eyes. It didn’t matter what your choice was to him. All that mattered was you, your happiness, your safety, and your overall well-being. If your choice was some ridiculous thing he’d never heard of, he’d watch it. Because tonight wasn’t about him. He knew it wasn’t about him from the minute you walked into his front door and Michael ha left for the night. This was totally, completely, 100% about you.

And if this was about you, he didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t comfortable with, even if the task was as simple as picking something that you wanted to watch. As much as it made his blood boil, Jeremy knew he wasn’t going to win this fight. He had to use a tactic of some kind, something to make you more comfortable with making a choice. Then the idea hit him like fall damage in any Zelda game. “You’re not intruding, okay? It’s totally fine that you’re here, and you actually made my night a lot better. I mean, I like Michael, but we always do the same things. It’s nice to get some variety, you know?”

You didn’t respond to him, eyes still fixated on the laptop screen.

“How about this?” he touched your arm gently, causing you to look over at him, “I pick three things I’d be okay with watching. You can veto all of them or pick one of them. If you veto, I’ll pick another three.” Jeremy didn’t just pull this out of his ass of course. It was a tactic Michael had used with him after the SQUIP-incident. He could remember not wanting to make his best friend even more upset by choosing the wrong thing, or worse, feeling a phantom shock.

You nodded at his idea, a small smile forming on your lips. He could see on your face that you knew that he understood your circumstances. Jeremy mirrored your smile before listing three possible things to watch. Suddenly, your choice was easy to make. The title rattled off of your tongue as Jeremy searched it up.

The laptop was situated between yours and Jeremy’s legs, acting almost like a barrier. That barrier broke about half an hour into the program. Your empty water cup rested against your thigh as Jeremy felt a weight on his chest, almost too engrossed in the laptop to notice.

He looked down and saw you asleep against his chest, blue sweater sleeve pulled down just enough to give you sweater paws. Your head and right arm rested against his chest, the light from the lamp causing a warm glow to enclose the room. He kissed the top of your head before pausing the media and putting his laptop next to the bed on the floor, careful not to wake you. The bedside lamp would be trickier, but he somehow managed it before resting his head against his pillow, his right arm wrapping around the small of your back.

Jeremy smiled to himself before closing his eyes for the night, so happy, so delirious that he’d managed to keep you safe and sound for a second night.

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