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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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Hi! I accidentally stumbled upon your account and I really liked your fics especially on 911 characters. I actually requested a story before but posted it anonymously. It was a lengthy requested where Buck (911) and reader has to go abroad so they got separated and reader didn't know she was pregnant, etc.

And I think I wasn't able to say thank you in advance to that request so this is my thank you. Hope you'll pick it and make the idea worthy. And your stories are great! I love them! More ideas to you! ❤❤

come back, be here - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @marjansmateo

a/n: thank you for the request!! i don’t remember seeing it before, but i’ve been having problems w my inbox but it should be fixed now! hope you enjoy :))

every last second of bucks free time was with y/n before she went away. she was going to spain to study abroad for college, and buck couldn’t go with her. he had a life, and he’s happily settled in los angeles. she has a life too, though, one that she’s heavily planned out to give more to buck and her.

buck never wanted her to go. he knew it was her life’s dream to study abroad, but he would miss her like hell. he’s heard all the nightmares about long distance, and they don’t even know if they’re talking about it. y/n was supposed to leave in a week, so buck invited her over for dinner so they could discuss their future. he wishes he didn’t have to say goodbye to the one woman he’s loved more than anyone.

the air in his apartment was uncomfortable, trying to savor the days they had but the upsetting thoughts just kept returning to their mind. it’s been so long that they’ve been dating, they barely remember a life without each other, and that scared buck more than anything. he never wants to go back to his old ways, and y/n helped him.

“so, what should we do this week?” y/n asks, breaking the silence first.

“oh, uh,” buck stutters. “i wasn’t sure, i have work like every day but sunday.”

“that’s when i leave,” she reminds.

“i know, i’m sorry,” he says, breaking eye contact and turning around.

“what’s wrong, buck?” she questions his confusing state. she feels like she may as well just leave, as he’s not attempting to spend a good night together or start a conversation. “i know you’re upset but i didn’t expect you to not want to be with me.”

“i do want to be with you! it’s just-“ buck pauses, thinking about what’s really going through his mind.

bucks been with a handful of women who just up and left. abby was someone he truly cared about. not as much as y/n, but when she left, he was destroyed. he had to pick himself up, piece by piece. y/n was there every time he got hurt, had a bad day, or even had a good day. he doesn’t know how he’s going to go about his day with her being in another country.

“it’s just what, buck?” y/n sighs.

“i’m just thinking about abby and-“

“we’ve been over this, love. i don’t want anyone but you. this is just for me to get experience for work!”

“yeah, i get that,” buck complains. “but what about me? you’re leaving, and im just supposed to stay here? y/n, you are leaving the country. it’s a different time and it’s not as simple as a long drive.”

“buck, i understand what you’re saying, but i am coming back. and i need you to understand me,” her hands are playing with each other anxiously. they haven’t discussed this as much as now, and she has no idea what he might say.

“that’s what abby said.”

“will you stop with the abby shit?” y/n snaps. “i am not her, and i’ll never be her. listen, i don’t know what your deal is about this all of a sudden, but all i want is to be with you.”

“you know i love you,” he nods. “but i don’t know if i can stay here and wait for you to come back.”

“you’re serious?” she scoffs, completely taken aback by his statement. “so you want to break up? you’re going to sacrifice four years for a few months?”

“i’m sorry, y/n-“

“save it, if that’s what you want, then fine,” she gathers her stuff, letting the tears well up and bucks heart stings as he sees them. “i really believed you were the one but clearly, it was one-sided.”

“baby, please, i don’t want this to end like this-“ he tries to speak, but he can’t unsay the words he previously said.

“stop it, you told me what you wanted and you can’t just mess around with that,” she cries, trying to step away from him, placing a hand on his chest as he moves closer. “this is,” she lets out a sarcastic laugh. “this is so mean.”

it was an innocent dream that she’s had since childhood to go to spain. now, it’s finally an option and something she is certain she wants. she never, ever wanted to hurt buck but all of it backfired on her. she couldn’t say the situation was fucked up, disgusting, terrible. she could only muster up the word mean because she never, ever wanted to hurt him.

she whips around, speed-walking toward the front door before he grabs her wrist. she connects with his watery eyes, full of regret and pure sadness, maybe even a dash of loneliness. “i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“me too,” she nods, grabbing the door and walking out. she wipes her face when moving down the hallway, and wishes she could never look back.

on that friday, she got no calls, no messages, or anything from buck. she wanted to at least say goodbye, but the way their connection ended, the one that was so deep and true. she tried to take her mind on him, instead thinking of spain. she wanted to be excited to go, but it felt like everything changed knowing that buck doesn’t want her enough as she does.

the truth is that buck would drop everything in the world to run to her side. he’s so desperate to save himself from the agony of her leaving. bucks had people leave all his life. buck knows he can’t live without her. the only thing on his mind is how much he fucked up. he could handle some months, but he can’t handle her being out of his life for the rest of their lives. the spur of the moment tried to force his feelings into words, the wrong was. realistically, buck would wait forever if it meant she was at the end.

he thought he messed it up forever, that there was no reversing it. she deserved more than what she got from their ending. buck decided to pick up his phone, having no idea if she had left or not.

y/n walked up to the gates of the airport, taking any last attempts to gain the excitement. she wishes buck were right here next to her, to tell her it would all be ok in the end. now, she had to comfort herself with more doubt than she’s ever felt.

she zones out when walking in, looking at the flying airplanes and excited families. she watched them all, wondering where they were traveling. maybe a family vacation, maybe a wedding, maybe a funeral. she wondered if there was anyone in her position in this airport, trying to feel less lonely. her thoughts were interrupted by the vibration in her pocket, snaking her phone out to read the text.

1 new text : buck

have fun in spain!

her heart ached at the sight of the message. it all felt so small, a text that would’ve been appreciated from anyone else. from buck, it leaves a pit in her stomach as the plane takes off.

the lonesome weeks passed slowly, exhausting hours of working their minds on each other. y/n never planned for her stay to be this distant. she had everything right in front of her, but her mind was still in los angeles with buck. the thrills of a new country became minute grins after that night.

she eventually became so engrossed in her relationship with buck that she missed the fact that she was too many days past her period. at one attempt to distract herself, y/n slowly realized. she deep cleaned her whole room, throwing away all the food she had previously bought, wanting to gag at the thought of it. she was displeased because of the waste, but then she took a break.

she scrolled on her phone, getting a notification from her calendar app. she’s like clockwork, she’s always regular. when she spots the little reminder, her heart sinks. the amount of days she was late was certainly cause for concern. maybe she was having another medical problem? she tries to ease her worries but fails.

then she remembers buck. they definitely weren’t not active before she left. so, she does the walk of shame to the pharmacy and buys a test.

the forbidden stick sits on the counter, holding the most complicated thing in the world. there was no way she wasn’t pregnant, there are way too many signs comfort. her fingers shake and fidget on her knees, not even being able to look at it without having to chew at her nails and lips.

the distress and panic really starts turning it’s gears at the sight of the second line. it upgraded at the several other positive results. y/n was just staring at it for minutes straight before it finally kicked in. she was pregnant and the dad was in america.

she knows buck has to know, trying to think of her options while battling tears. he’s the only option to be the dad, and y/n has mixed feelings. she doesn’t know if she should be pissed, sad, or even a little happy. it sounds bad, but maybe it’s an excuse to see buck.

she’s known forever that she wants the rest of their lives together. every last part of him she wants to cherish. this makes it so real, so fast, and while they’re not even speaking. in the mix of all the emotions, y/n still knows exactly what she has to do and what she needs.

buck sat down with a beer in his hand, sitting next to eddie on the balcony. “i just, i wish it happened differently and i feel terrible.”

“buck, it’s not ending here,” eddie reassures. “you guys are meant to be. i didn’t believe in soulmates, until i saw you two.”

“she’s my entire world,” buck says. “i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“you were scared. she was scared. you’re confused, and it’s ok to feel that way,” buck felt like he was back in therapy.

“thanks, eddie,” buck smiles, sipping at the beer bottle and letting the alcohol settle.

the three hard knocks on his door make him sigh, having to force himself up to open the door. his grip on the bottle greatly improved when he saw y/n’s beloved face.

“hi,” she croaks.

“hi,” buck mutters. “w-what are you doing here?”

“i needed to see you, and we need to talk,” she sounds alarmed, scaring buck and making any other worries seem scarce.

“yeah, of course,” he moves. “i don’t want to bother you, so if you want to j-“

“i’m pregnant,” she speaks, her voice shaking and lowering at the words.

buck thinks he might need a hearing aid. there is no way he heard her correctly. buck loves kids, and it’s his life goal to have a family of his own to. he hopes he heard her right, because the only person in those dreams is y/n. he wants to marry her, to get old together, for her to be the mother of his kids.

“s-sorry, what?” he asks, clearly but with his eyes shot open.

“i’m pregnant, buck,” the look in his face could haunt her, the emotionless glance into her eyes makes her feel like she’s stone, and just because of his look.

“uh- ok! come sit down, please?”

she nods, stepping into the apartment as buck reads over every single test, shining lights and using a magnifying glass that he pulled out of nowhere. “you deserve to know.”

“i-im really happy, actually,” he smiles, looking at her nervous hands. he knows she’s scared from her body language, and by her face. he’s able to read her like the back of his hand. “how do you feel?”

“im pretty good,” she shrugs, releasing a sharp breath. “im scared shitless, but…”

“y/n, i cant hold it in anymore,” buck interrupts. “i love you more than anyone in the world. we’re written into forever, and i need you. i only want to spend the rest of my life with you and i know there is no one else out there for me. i don’t know why o said any of what i did, because i want to wait for you, wherever you are.”

as he inches closer to her, the pieces of her broken heart start to glue back together. “i missed you so much, and i only want you, ever.”

“i know,” she falls into his arms, wrapping his around her. “i’m so sorry.”

“i was so scared,” she sobs. “i only want you, buck. i’m never leaving you.”

“i’m here now, it’s all going to be ok,” he shushes, rubbing the back of her head. the entire fright from the whole day starts to disintegrate away, the other feeling nothing but security in the others arms.

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catnherthoughts · 8 months

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to have it 9/18/23

to think its been so long since i called you pretty. since we were younger and didn't know the dirt beneath our souls. to think we were once in that phase. i had a crush on you and you on me. we got nervous to see each other. walked together. you made sure that i walked on the outside of the sidewalk. i learned more and more about you every day. we talked for hours and days at a time and at no point did i ever want anything but you. i fell and scraped my knees on the thought of having you. kissing you and hugging you. playing with your hair. smiling and laughing with you.

we're different now. colder. i don't know how you are. what you do on a daily basis. how you feel about things. we don't talk. we have something. we hold onto a safe relation. i tell myself im over what once was. that was in the past. as if i don't stare back lightyears to see the shining potential we could have had. here i am still. have me and take me. there is nothing wrong in a practical sense. we dont hate each other. there is nothing to be mad at. still i find that when we disrobe and i'm in your arms a small tear sheds from my eye. to think i can only have you like this. i try and savor every moment of it. i squeeze you extra tight. i tell you that this is only yours. i don't lie to you. a pain fills my chest for a few seconds at a time. i take in every single part of it so i can remember. this is us. this is what we have. nothing more or less. i can't say i don't like it. i am a woman with primal desires. you are good at this. you know me in this way as i do you. when you grip my waist and make me feel small. hold my face and call me pretty. call me baby. i'm not usually a fan of dirty talk but its a way to listen to you. it's not the same, we're different now.

I wonder if you notice it in the way i grip onto you. or how i yell at you drunkly saying we should talk more. you don't see it my way. you only want me like this. i know i shouldn't say this but sometimes i wonder if you see me as a person. do you think about me? long pause. i told you. i told you when i don't usually say anything. it didn't help. we came to a mutual agreement. you explained to me. i understood. i understand. i don't think its right to say you love me but we can pretend that didn't happen. like when i say i love it when you * or i love your * im not saying the same thing. you're growing. or maybe you're just being more of yourself. you're a lot nicer to me when you're drunk. i wonder if when i kiss you all over your face and you smile if that's a sliver of feeling for me. it feels pure. i think about you too much for my own good. i dull it when we interact. you shine bright in my mind like the sun. i would say this feeling is more comparable to a tumor. i need you to get out of my mind. no matter how much time we spend apart. how much i tell myself you don't matter his much. god wants me to suffer. this is biblical. do i sacrifice myself for this. in your name and honor sir? still you hold me with care. you're gentle when it matters. you're attentive to every move i make.

is it enough?

maybe one day i'll be so sick of you that i resort to my last option. i wonder how you'd feel. you should be sorry that you're the one i love. i should die. this isn't how im supposed to be. i am better than this no? who am i to let a man make me feel like this. you don't matter this much. you are just a person. i know all of this but at the end of the day there is nothing that i can do to stop thinking of you and equally nothing i can do to make you love me. so here is a safe and logical middle ground. the deal of deals. i'm happy. you're happier. you do everything right and still i come home to my bed feeling like something is wrong. i wish you didn't matter. like john or earl or dennis or one of the million other men that wish they had me like you did. i don't think you get it.

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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous: could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too,

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as strands of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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moonflowerlesbians · 3 years

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I wrote the 10 year anniversary fic

She's short but she’s sweet. Please enjoy.

to be loved a whole life long

Rated T, ~2.6k.

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What is an anniversary, really, if not merely a ploy to indulge in all of the little pleasures one denies on any other day? Saying, “oh, well, we ought to save it for a special occasion.”

And, what, Jamie thinks, is an occasion more special than the day marking the tenth year since she began this beautiful, insane journey with the love of her life. A woman so remarkable that Jamie almost can’t believe she’s real. Almost can’t believe that she can wake up beside the same person every morning, smelling the same fruity shampoo, spend the day working side by side, and still, every night, fall into bed, eager to pull Dani close. Then wake up the following day and do it all again.

It’s a stability Jamie never thought she would have. After years of bouncing from foster family to foster family, Bly was the closest thing to home she’d ever had. Until, that is, these ten, wonderful years with Dani in the flat they share above the little shop that they built from the ground up.

She thinks as much as beams of cozy sunlight filter through the gossamer curtains Dani picked out for their bedroom. She has an arm draped over Dani’s middle, her front to Dani’s back, her hand tracing idle circles on the plane of Dani’s stomach beneath her sleep shirt. Jamie can hear the quiet exhalations puffing against Dani’s wrist, which she’s managed to trap against her cheek. Jamie is certain she’ll be graced with complaints of pins and needles when Dani wakes. Jamie will laugh and offer to massage the numbness away, and Dani will roll her eyes but allow her limb to flop inelegantly into Jamie’s lap.

Jamie props herself up on one elbow, her fingers trailing a path from Dani’s midriff, up her arm, to brush a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Dani begins to stir as Jamie presses slow lips to the junction of her neck and shoulder, moves to the shell of her ear, her temple, the slender curve of her jaw.

Dani makes a noise low in her throat.

“Ah, there she is,” Jamie hums, her voice, though quiet, still too loud in the morning stillness.

“Thought we w’re gonna sleep in t’day,” Dani sighs, already preparing to nestle deeper into the blankets.

Jamie runs a playful finger down the bridge of Dani’s nose. “Already did that, love. ‘S nearly half nine.”

“F’rgot you get up ‘fore the early birds,” Dani grumbles, “An’thing past six ‘s late for you.”

“The plants wait for no one.”

“They’re plants. ‘S not like they have anywhere to be.”

“You don’t know that. Could have important plant business to attend to.”

Dani, at last, rolls over incredulously. “Like what?”

“Dunno,” Jamie shrugs, “but you’re awake now.”

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Mhm,” Jamie chuckles, “happy anniversary, baby.” Their kiss is languid, sleep-heavy. When they break apart, their foreheads still touch.

“Happy anniversary,” Dani whispers, thumb absently caressing Jamie’s cheekbone. Her eyes glimmer with mischief when she meets Jamie’s gaze. “Wouldn’t be opposed to staying in bed all day, though...”

“Need food first.”

Dani huffs. “Fine.”

“Thought we might try the new cafe on the corner of Leeland and Huntley for brunch. Apparently, they’ve got terrific blueberry muffins.”

“And you know this how?”

“Kid and her mum came through the shop the other day. Wee gremlin wouldn’t put the damn thing down,” Jamie gripes. “Got crumbs all over my daffodils.”

“She sounds cute.” Dani sounds almost wistful.

“‘Course you’d think so. Once a teacher, always a teacher.” She waves dismissively. “Or something like that.” Jamie rubs her palms together. “Right, then, up and at ‘em. Those muffins won’t eat themselves.”

“Didn’t realize you were so excited by baked goods.”

“Not the baked goods I’m excited for. I seem to recall mentions of returning to bed after food.”

+++

They are dressed and out the door in record time.

+++

They’ve closed the shop for the day, allowing themselves a brief reprieve from the discord of the wedding season. Every other day, it seems, a new blushing bride parades through their doors, followed by a mother or mother-in-law with a thousand questions and a dozen requests per minute. Jamie enjoys the work, truly. Seeing the delighted relief wash over the room as the arrangement designs are finalized is immensely gratifying. Almost as gratifying as watching her flowers, her precious creations, adorn ballrooms and churches, surrounded by people celebrating life. The joy of being alive.

She feels it now, she thinks, the sheer euphoria of existing. Here, walking down the street, a take-away cup of tea in her hand, with Dani’s arm roped through hers.

They are living on borrowed time, she knows, stark reminders of blue and brown present in every reflection. Every so often, Jamie catches herself longing, pleading for more time. She should be grateful for what the universe has gifted her. But, on days like these, days where the air is right and the sun is warm on her skin, she finds herself wishing for a forever that she cannot have. A forever unpromised to a monster that lurks beneath the most beautiful smile in the world.

She pushes the thought aside. Tomorrow is never promised. All she has is today. And she’ll be damned before she lets it slip away.

+++

They feed the waterfowl in the park with muffin crumbs. There are ducklings this time of year, and Dani’s gleeful cooing, high-pitched and elated, travels across the pond. Dappled shadows drape across her shoulders. Tree branches sway in a gentle breeze, casting a spotted cloak across the scene. Jamie feels the tension drain from her neck.

They sit, side by side, on the swingset, watching the joggers run past, waving at their neighbors and their golden retriever, the couple whose engagement party The Leafling decorated last month. Dani exchanges pleasantries with them all. It’s the Midwesterner in her, she likes to say, amicability is in her blood. Jamie does not understand, but she does her best to nod less than awkwardly while her partner makes smalltalk.

They stop for ice cream on the way home. It is a special occasion, after all, and the balmy June weather provides the perfect excuse to indulge in seldom-savored decadence. One, Jamie decides, they should absolutely partake in more often, if the child-like giddiness Dani expresses over cake batter ice cream is any indication. The crows feet at the corners of her eyes crinkle as she grins, and Jamie thinks she has never looked more lovely.

+++

A trans-Atlantic call to Owen foils their initial plans of baking their own lasagna after Dani lets slip that they weren’t planning to boil the noodles before layering in the sauces.

“For the love of God, please order in. The both of you are im-pasta-ble. It’s like I’ve taught you nothing.”

“That pun was weak, even for you.”

“This is what you’ve reduced me to.”

So, they call in a delivery order to the Italian place down the road. Jamie chivalrously offers to pick it up, and Dani ushers her out of the flat with a vigor that has Jamie raising an eyebrow. But, she simply shrugs and slides into the drivers’ seat of their second-hand pickup. The familiar rumble of the engine is comforting, the crooning of some jazz singer on the radio soothing background noise. Crickets chirp in the early summer evening.

She swings through the grocer to pick up champagne on her way home and juggles the bottle and the takeaway bag of food as she fumbles her key into the lock. Dani opens the door just as she’s about to turn the knob, and Jamie falls forward, Dani catching her by the arm.

“You alright?” Dani asks, but there’s an amused lilt to her voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. If you could just take…” Jamie’s mouth goes dry. Her face is level with Dani’s hips, which she has come to realize are covered in a velvety fabric she does not recognize. Her eyes flick up, coming to rest on Dani’s collarbones, the exposed skin of her arms, the accentuated curve of her waist. “You… I… uh….”

“You could’ve knocked, you know. I would’ve let you in.”

“I… yeah, could’ve… knocked.” Jamie realizes she is frozen in the entryway, jaw on the floor, and, in all honesty, cannot bring herself to care. Not when Dani is standing in front of her, clad in a gorgeous purple dress Jamie’s never seen before, her bangs styled to frame her face, while the remainder of her hair is pulled back. Jamie clears her throat. “You, ah, you changed.”

“I did.”

“You, you look…” Jamie searches for the right word, but none seem to encapsulate the overwhelming rush of emotion she feels, looking at the love of her life in the dim light from the bulb in the hallway outside their flat, on the tenth anniversary of the start of life she never thought she would have.

Damn the limitations of this bloody language. She can say “I got absolutely goddamn shitfaced last night” in a hundred different ways, but there is no succinct way to phrase, “I love you so fucking much and you are the most incredible person in the world and I don’t know how I got lucky enough to know you and I could spend the rest of my life holding your hand.”

It seems, at least to Jamie, a grievous failure of linguistic evolution.

“Beautiful,” she settles on, at last. “You’re so beautiful.” It’s not enough. But it will suffice.

“Come on, loverboy,” Dani says, tapping the bottom of Jamie’s chin with a slender index finger before giving a tug on her sleeve. “Food’s getting cold.” She’s blushing, though, a faint tint coloring her chest as she takes one of the plastic bags from Jamie. Jamie, who merely stares at Dani’s retreating silhouette before remembering she’s supposed to follow. She shuts the front door behind her and stumbles into the kitchen, setting the bottle and second bag on the countertop next to the stove.

When she turns around, Dani is in the living room holding a match to two candles set on a ceramic dish on their kitchen island. She’s laid out their nice dinnerware, which, really, consists of the four gold-encircled plates and matching napkin rings they’d found at an antique store in Milwaukee, back when they had been exploring the country Dani called home. A vase of roses is positioned on the coffee table, and it’s evident that Dani arranged them herself, and oh, oh, how Jamie loves her for it.

“Surprise?” Dani says shyly.

Jamie blinks at her. It’s all she can do not to break down. Instead, she settles for taking two bold steps to Dani's side of the counter and kissing her senseless. Dani lets out a squeak of surprise, but quickly relaxes into Jamie’s touch. She’s biting her lip when they separate, Jamie’s twirling the fine hairs at the nape of her neck as she presses their foreheads together.

“Let me change, and we’ll eat, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” Dani’s breathing is an ounce heavier than normal.

Jamie winks slyly, wanders to their bedroom and opens the closet, pulling out the first acceptable outfit she sees. She doesn’t have to change, she knows. Dani could care less whether she’s wearing a three-piece suit or sweatpants. (Though she suspects the suit might have the edge.) She dons a white, three-quarter zip and black slacks, pausing briefly to add a pair of black leather suspenders she knows Dani likes. Something about being easy to grab and pull.

Dani is struggling to uncork the champagne when Jamie returns to the kitchen. Her tongue pokes adorably out of the corner of her mouth, and her soft grunts of frustration are surprisingly endearing.

“Hand it over. Come on, now. Before you put your eye out.”

“I can do it,” Dani protests. “Just. Need to tweak it. A little.”

Jamie takes the opportunity to press against Dani’s back, her arms wrapping around to cover Dani’s hands where they fiddle with the bottle. For a moment, Dani forgets to be cross and reclines her head, resting it on Jamie’s shoulder. She sighs, relinquishing control, and Jamie huffs out a quick laugh. She holds the champagne over the sink to catch the overflow when the bottle pops.

Dani mumbles something about “having loosened it,” which Jamie meets with resolute agreement and a, “‘course you did, baby.”

The lasagne, an Owen-approved non-abomination, has been plated, Dani having evidently done so while Jamie was shucking her dayclothes. She pours them each a healthy flute of champagne and seats herself beside Dani, raising her glass.

She hesitates.

“Wait,” Dani exclaims, hurrying to the hall closet. She rummages for a second, bringing back the Polaroid camera Jamie had given her their first Christmas together. She checks the film, appears satisfied, and balances the device on an upturned colander to set up her shot. She sets the timer and sidles under Jamie’s arm, picking up her champagne flute. “Smile!” Dani beams.

When the image prints, the picture reveals Dani, with the biggest grin Jamie swears she’s ever seen, and Jamie at her side, looking positively smitten. The flash has illuminated the silver streaks in her hair, the lines embedded in her skin. Time has been kind to her, she reminds herself, others are not so lucky. And, in any case, when she looks at this photograph, she will not be looking at herself.

Dani kisses her cheek and moves her keepsake to the coffee table for safety. Too many important documents ruined by spills for her to risk it. She props it gently against the roses. It’s perfect.

Again, Jamie raises her glass. She inspects the contents.

Again, she hesitates. Then, a toast:

“To another ten.”

Silence.

Dani stills, looks at her.

Jamie can see the beginning of an argument forming on the tip of Dani’s tongue, and Jamie holds her stare. It’s a challenge. A dare, even.

They do not often speak of the distant future. Only when it is absolutely necessary do they broach the sensitive topic.

A world-weary smile paints Dani’s lips. Her eyes are burdened, the vivacity present mere seconds ago seemingly having vanished. She is tired. It shows in the slump of her shoulders, the crease of her brow, the way the giddiness of earlier has slunk away, leaving Dani bare-boned and fatigued.

She lifts her glass.

She says nothing.

“I love you,” Jamie murmurs after the faint clink of glass on glass. “So much.”

“Always,” Dani finishes. And Jamie knows she means it.

+++

They embrace beneath the sheets that night, sweat cooling in the dry air. Jamie’s fingers are tangled in blonde waves highlighted with grey. Dani’s breathing has evened out, short puffs tickling Jamie’s sternum, as Jamie contemplates the window over her head.

She has found someone to love, and someone to love her in return. Someone who will stay, even on the bad days. Someone who expects nothing and deserves everything.

Dani is everything Jamie thought she never deserved. Dani is good. Dani is good and exquisite and utterly unbelievable and, god, how Jamie loves her.

She loves waking up beside her every morning, and she loves smelling the same fruity shampoo on the pillow. She loves spending the day working together on the business they built from the dirt up. She loves falling into bed every night and pulling Dani close. Every minute they have together is a gift that Jamie refuses to take for granted.

To another ten years, she thinks, and allows her eyes to close. Dani sighs against her.

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 4 years

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Belong To Daddy ~ Im Jaebeom

WARNINGS: Smut, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Voyeurism, Slight Yandere, Corruption.

I was expecting Daddy to be home any minute to help me out, and who I thought was Daddy, ended up being Mark...Daddy is gonna be so pissed.

A/N: ah yes, I wrote this a while ago but haven’t been able to post it because I’ve been trying to focus on my Promise You story but of course, I have writer’s block. Anyways, as usual I am tagging @yanderejb because I love them and they are gonna get tagged in every Jb fic I post whether they like it or not >:)

I kept clenching my thighs together to get some type of friction from the arousal I felt. I held the phone to my ear as I called Jaebeom, I knew he was on his way home but I needed something to get me through the next several minutes until he got home. ”Yes Kitten?” I heard from the other end of the line, ”Daddy, ” I whimpered as I rubbed my thighs against each other. ”What's the matter Kitten?” ”I’ve been a good girl, right?” I asked in a small voice. I heard him chuckle lightly ”You’ve been so good lately, I'm so proud of you, ” he began, ”What do you need Kitten?” ”Can I please touch myself, I promise I won't cum until you get here, I just need some relief” I begged softly.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke ”Okay Kitten, you can touch yourself, but do not cum until I get there. I'm the only one that's allowed to make you cum, ” he said sternly. ”Of course Daddy! I promise!” ”I’ll be home in a few minutes baby, ” he said to me before he hung up. I put my phone down and quickly slipped my clothes off, I roll onto my side then spread my legs and begin to rub my clit. Soft moans left my mouth and I kept my eyes closed as I tried to imagine Jaebeom being there and being the one touching me, wishing he would get home sooner, then suddenly I felt the bed dip behind me and a mouth attack my neck.

The lips felt strange but I didn't think too much of it because it had to be Jaebeom, he grabbed my hand and replaced it with his, his hands felt different too, and although it didn't stop the moans that were pouring out of me, it still didn't feel right. He pushed two fingers into me and I let out a whine ”Daddy...” ”That’s right baby, let Daddy know how good he's making you feel, ” a voice that wasn't Jaebeom’s said against my neck. I immediately widened my eyes and tense up after turning my head and seeing Mark. ”What’s the matter, baby? I'm making you feel good aren't I?” he smirked and started fingering me faster.

I let out a moan on accident and tried stopping him ”Mark, what the fuck?! I thought you were Jaebeom!” I shouted as I started pushing him away from me. He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed my chin, ”You need to watch your fucking mouth, little one, ” he said harshly. I grabbed his hand and pushed it roughly away from my face ”Jaebeom is gonna home any minute now, ” I threatened which made him laugh, ”So?” he pushed me back onto the bed and hovered over me, ”Maybe I should start fucking you and show you how better I am than him, ” he said. My eyes widen as he started to unbuckle his pants, but he was pulled off of me be he could even get his pants down, I look up and see Jaebeom fuming as he held Mark by his shirt.

I took the opportunity and grabbed Jaebeom’s shirt that I was wearing previously and quickly slipped it on, hugging my legs as I watched everything happen. ”Trying to fuck my Kitten? Like fucking hell you will, ” Jaebeom yelled and threw Mark against the wall, then drawing back and punching him a couple of times. Mark had sunk to the floor in pain and Jaebeom grabbed the rope he had in his closet, it happened to be the same rope he used on Jackson when Jackson tried this same stunt. Jaebeom pulled Mark up and threw him into the chair we had in our room, he tied him up and made sure he couldn't get free

. ”I swear to God. First Jackson, now you? Which friend is next to try and pull this shit?” he muttered darkly. Mark sat there limp in the chair as Jaebeom came over to me, I looked up and quickly moved to the edge of the bed, I threw my arms around him and buried my head in his chest ”Daddy, I'm sorry! I thought he was you, he was behind me when he started touching me!” I explained quickly to Jaebeom. Jaebeom’s eyes went even darker, he was seething with rage. ”He touched you?” Jaebeom asked. I looked up at him and saw he was staring at Mark, the look in his eyes alone could kill him, Mark cowered in fear and tried to apologize ”I’m so-” ”I don't want to hear it!” Jaebeom shouted ”How dare you even think about touching my Kitten, ” he said as he turned back to me and caressed my face.

Mark scoffed and quietly mumbled ”Well she liked me touching her, ” Jaebeom turned to go after him but I grabbed him and pulled him back towards me. ”Daddy, he's just trying to get a rise out of you!” I said trying to calm him down. ”You know only you can make me feel good, only you can make me cum.” I softly grab his face and turn it towards mine ”Besides, I wouldn't even want him, he's weak, he wouldn't know how to take care of me, ” I began ”I mean, just look at him Daddy, he's cowering because he's scared of you, he's not a real man, ” I tell him. He glances at Mark and smirks, ”Maybe you should show him what real man is, ” I suggested.

He looks back at me and grips my ass before slapping it, ”Go to the middle of the bed, Kitten, ” he ordered as he undid his tie. I crawled to the middle of the bed and sat, Jaebeom unbuttoned his shirt then also moved onto the bed, he got behind me and pulled me against his chest. He began kissing my neck, I melted into him and rubbed my thighs together, seeing this he immediately forced my legs apart, so now everything was on display for Mark. Mark lightly groaned at the sight, his jaw slack as he saw how wet I was. Jaebeom looked at him and chuckled, ”I know, the of sight of her is so...Captivating.” he turned my head towards his as he finished, then kissed me with hunger.

His hand touched my core and he groaned as he pulled back from the kiss, ”Oh Kitten, you’re so ready for me, aren't you?” I frantically nodded which made him slap my thigh, ”Use your words, Kitten.” he growled into my ear, ”Y-Yes, Daddy, ” I whimpered. He rubbed my folds then pushed two fingers into me, I let out a mewl as he pumped his finger in and out of me, curling them so he hit my g spot each time. His head dropped to my neck again and started to mark me, so everyone knew who I belonged to. ”D-Daddy, I'm so close, ” I whine out as I feel my stomach tighten. His pace gets faster and his thumb begins to rub my clit, ”Let go, Kitten, ” he commands.

My hand reaches behind his neck and my other grabs the bedsheets as I come undone on his fingers, Mark licks his lips as he watches the arousal leak out of me. Jaebeom pulls his fingers out then brings them to his lips, he begins to suck on them and his eyes roll back as he savors the dew I left on them. ”Her taste is so sweet, I would taste her all day if I could.” Mark shifted in his seat, choking back moans as he tried to conceal his boner. Jaebeom had such an evil smirk displayed on his face, kissing my neck once more, he motioned for to go on all fours, still facing Mark. I arched my back so my ass was in the air and the rest of my body was laying on the bed.

Jaebeom pushed his pants down and lined up with my entrance, ”Such a good Kitten, ” he praised as he gripped my hips and pushed into me. I let out a soft moan and he let me adjust to him for a second before he started to slam into me over and over again. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him, ”I think you know what to say to little Markie over there, ” he growled into my ear. I nodded and tried choking down my moans, I look Mark in the eye and begin ”Jaebeom is m-my Daddy, only he c-can be my Daddy, ” Jaebeom’s thrusts got faster, ”Only D-Daddy can make me feel this way, I only belong to him, ” I cry out.

My stomach tightened and I whine to Jaebeom, ”Daddy, I'm close, ” his hand goes to my throat, ”Cum for me, Kitten.” I whimper as I release around his dick, his grip gets tighter and he let's go right after me and drops his head onto my shoulder, moaning out and biting down. He let's go of my neck and pulls out, I collapse onto the bed, panting as Jaebeom gets dressed. Mark’s eyes stayed locked onto my worn out figure, Jaebeom walks over to me and pets my head, ”Kitten, you get some rest, I'll be back to play some more. But first Mark and I are going to have a talk about touching what's mine, ” he says while glaring at Mark, making him gulp. I nod and give him a kiss before slipping his shirt back on and lay on his side of the bed, the last thing I see before closing my eyes was Mark getting dragged out of the room

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introvert-dragon · 6 years

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My favorite place in all the world is next to you (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary:

Every time they played adventure games, Hiccup always got to be the prince.

But Astrid never played the princess—Never.

Astrid would always be his knight-in-shining armor.

Childhood Sweethearts AU. Hiccstrid Feels.

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Warning: Put your seat belts on, buckle up, or hold on to whatever you can. You're in for a roller coaster ride.

No beta for the story, watch out for errors.

My favorite place in all the world is next to you.

~Promises~

"Hi Mom, I'm called you to let you know that I'm with Hiccup right now. We're currently working on a project on his house, and—Oh, I don't think his parents will be home tonight. So I may also stay later for dinner with Hiccup."

"Okay Astrid, you know your Pa and I don't mind you staying there for the night knowing you're with Hiccup. Goodluck in your homework, and stay safe. Love you."

"Love you too." Astrid ended the call, flopping down the sofa beside Hiccup.

"So what did your mom say?" Hiccup asked as soon as the call ended.

"Well the usual," Astrid shrugged, stretching her foot then placed it on top of Hiccup's lap. "So shall we take-out two extra large boxes of pizza, then I'll kick your ass in some video games, then you'll treat me outside for dinner."

"Geez... So demanding." Hiccup chuckled. "Shall we get ice cream too?"

"Why not?" Astrid hummed in agreement, then her face brightened. "Why don't we buy ice cream from the big rabbit store."

"Genius." Hiccup nodded, a faint smile tracing his lips. "Do you remember when my parents used to take me out to the big rabbit store for ice cream every time I have perfect scores as a kid?"

Hiccup sighed.

Oh no, Astrid recognized that sigh. "What's wrong Hiccup?"

Hiccup sighed again, "N-nothing ... it's just that I miss those times, when everything was simple and fun. No expectations ... just me being—Nevermind."

Hiccup clearly wanted to say more but decided against it.

Astrid sat straighter on the couch, and moved closer to him. She took one of his hand, and held on to it tightly, then said. "You know you can always tell me."

Hiccup didn't take his hand back—it was a good sign—instead he relaxed and smiled gratefully at her.

"My parents," Hiccup started, "it's just that they're barely home, and when they are home, they only ask me how is everything going on with the school. And even though they try not to show it—especially my dad—I feel like he's disappointed at me everytime he asks and I don't magically turn up into some athlete playing a bowl game. Instead, he got a son who's talking fishbone who's part of the quiz bowl."

Hiccup took a long-drawn sighed, his eyes distant. "I just wish they would be proud of me like they used to whenever they buy me icecream, I mean ... yeah sure they talk about my performances in school and the quiz bowl, but that's in middle school being part of the quiz bowl is all cool. And now that we're in high school... who cares about those stuffs. I'm pretty much a loser."

"You are thinking about this all wrong, Hiccup." Astrid took his chin with her free hand to make him look at her eyes. "You're the ace of the quiz bowl team—you're smarter than any of us here in Berk High. Universities and Colleges would want you."

"Yeah, but not my dad-"

"-I'm not your dad either, but I believe in you. And I will always like you just the way you are."

They couldn't hang out as much as they used to; they're in highschool now and they were shuffled to different classes, plus, they had their own fair share of homework and responsibilities.

They still hang-out at every opportunity they can, but lately, something seemed off with Hiccup; Astrid just knew it. It just felt different with him... his general aura or mood.

Hiccup was all alone, waiting for her in corridor; he hadn't spotted her yet.

Looking at him right now when he didn't know that Astrid was watching, why did it gave her the impression that he was carrying the weight of the world.

What was bothering him? Was there something Hiccup wasn't telling her? He should know that he could always tell her.

Then the moment he spotted her, though, his face brightened; so did hers.

Everything felt right in the world again as long as they're together.

But the nagging feeling didn't go away.

Everyone kept telling her why she was still hanging out with Hiccup.

"He's such a loser like—ew." One of the girls said, and the other girls snickered.

Astrid frowned. Hiccup was weird ... well weirder. Astrid always knew that but she didn't think there was anything wrong with that part of him. Astrid always knew that Hiccup was different—good different—and she liked that part of him.

They'd known each other since they were three, and with him she never get bored. Never.

Hearing all those insults thrown behind her bestfriend's back made her felt all sorts of sick.

Astrid was about to open her mouth to defend Hiccup, but another girl piped in. "He is such a nerd, like who the hell joins the quiz bowl team-"

Another girl piped in, "I know right we are not in middle school anymore—like hello? its high school and how lame is that."

Hiccup was smart, so naturally he got into the quiz bowl team. What was wrong with that? It was just like how she was good at sports that got her into the varsity team.

Then as if summoned by her thoughts, there was Hiccup, all smiles, waving at her enthusiastically. "Astrid!"

Her first instinct was to rush to his side, but everyone was looking at her.

For the first time in her life, Astrid hesitated.

He noticed.

Hiccup's face dropped and stopped waving at her. He looked hurt and betrayed when he dashed off.

Then everything registered in her mind; what had she done? Was she really that low... how come she let something so petty made her doubt her friendship with Hiccup.

Astrid gave the girls a glare worthy of a death threat. The girls cowered and flinched, but Astrid didn't had the time to bother with them. She needed to go after Hiccup.

There was a loud crashing sound of something hitting the lockers and things scattering in the ground. She watched as someone was being pushed over and tripped over and over again by some boys in the hallway, Astrid paused. It was Hiccup.

She felt numb, her vision blurrying, cold anger welling up inside her.

It did not end bloody well.

Before she knew it, she was being pulled off the teachers.

The boys ended up with broken noses and casts.

While Hiccup had to get his lips stitched.

It became a big incident, Stoick and Valka were furious. They threatened to pull out multiple sponsorship on Berk High if Astrid ever had to suffer even a single second of detention for only defending their son.

Astrid was lucky to only end up with a warning.

It turned out those boys had been continuously threatening Hiccup to cheat their homeworks, quizes, and projects. The boys had been suspended for over a month.

And ever since that day, everyone knew better than to mess with Astrid Hofferson; and never again did someone dare to pick on Hiccup Haddock.

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 3:49 pm

H: hey u there? mum and dad going out of town. wanna hang out?

A: sure! as long as theres pizza

H: im ordering the ones with pinapple then :P

A: Hiccup Haddock the Third, you know how much I hate pineapples! You better order pepperoni or I will murder you. Anyways, waterbreaks over :( cya later after practice!

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 5:17 pm

H: (inserts pizza picture here) look what just arrived

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 5:31 pm

H: hey, is your practice extended, let me know when it's over?

H: Astrid? wer u at? the pizzas going cold.

H: U there?

H: :Pizza: hello?

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 6:17

H: im hungryyyyy u still coming?

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 8:31 pm | Recieved 4 missed calls

A: Oh crap! I'm really sorry Hiccup!

A: It's just that we had a really close mock game, and my teammates asked me out for pizza...

A: Oh god, I'm really sorry I totally forgot!

A: Hiccup? Please answer me!

A: Can I still come over?

A: I'm coming over now.

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 8:32 pm

H: i fell asleep. it's fine no big deal. i already ate by myself.

A: Crap, Hiccup I'm really sorry I forgot about the meeting. Can I still comeover?

H: it's fine. you don't have to.

A: No it's not! I'm really sorry Hiccup, how can I make it up to you?

H: really forget it, it's no big deal. it's almost 9, i'd really feel better if you're home.

"I missed this," Hiccup said, laying down the couch. "Us. Hanging out here in any of our room just like the old times."

"It reminds me of the first time you have to stay over our house overnight." Astrid replied, smiling.

"Yeah... the whole sudden business trip—boy I was so scared back then thinking that Mom and Dad left me for good."

"You were such a crybaby then—Oh wait..."

"-Ass." Hiccup pouted, then sticked out his tongue.

Astrid punched him in the arm. "Wuss."

"But you married that crybaby." Hiccup pulled out a necklace from underneath his shirt; it was a toy ring.

Astrid felt warmth bubbling in her chest; it was not just a toy ring. It was their first wedding ring. It was old yet maintained in pristine condition despite the toy being made from cheap plastic. Astrid sighed, savoring the warm feeling in her chest, then snickered and hit him in the arm.

"So you and Brandon..." started Hiccup, "you guys dating?"

The warm feeling in her chest vanished.

"NO!" She didn't need to raise her voice, but she felt like she needed to. "Er! I mean not yet at least... We are sort of you know? just hanging out."

Hiccup sighed, then smiled but Astrid noticed there was a melancholic light in his eyes despite his genuine smile. "I'm really happy for you."

Astrid eyed him weirdly.

"No really!" Hiccup sighed again.

Oh no, Astrid knew that sigh... something was definitely not right, and was bothering her bestfriend.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"NO- no, I mean it's all cool, I'm sure Brandon is such a great guy..." Then Hiccup muttered something weakly.

"Hiccup, you know you can always tell me." Astrid said. That phrase still made something in her insides turn. Something they always told each other ever since they were young:

You know you can always tell me.

He didn't.

("Seriously Astrid you look fine, more than fine actually... You look incredible, you look beautiful as always—"

Astrid paused, her heart stopping for a moment before beating furiously. Hearing those words come from Hiccup why did her heart squeeze. It was as if she had been waiting for those words her whole life.)

Here she was on her first date with a boy. And yet all she could think of were Hiccup's words.

Everytime Astrid met Brandon's gaze, her mind wandered over a pair of warm emerald orb looking at her—she was yearning for it.

(The way Hiccup looked at her as if worth all the gold in the world—

—Or an unnattainable treasure, Something whispered in her mind. )

Brandon held her hand, and her first instinct was to pull her hand back. What was wrong with her? Her first time holding a hand of a boy her age who wasn't Hiccup. It felt clammy and uncomfortable... and it felt not Hiccup.

Brandon noticed her discomfort, but smiled at her.

There was something about the way Brandon looked at her. It felt unsettling...

Astrid smiled back, but it all felt unreal... Brandon's sincerity.

[ Conversations with Hiccup ]

H: Can I talk to you for a second?

A: sry can't right now im with brandon and friends

Hiccup is typing...

Seen by Hiccup

H: Okay.

[ Conversations with Hiccup ]

H: hey u up?

Seen by Astrid

[ Conversations with Hiccup ]

H: hey

H: Astrid?

H: I promise you this is going to be short, but I really need to tell you something important.

Hiccup is typing...

H: nvm.

Brandon cheated on her, with one of the cheerleaders, making out behind the bleacher.

It wouldn't had worked out anyway, Astrid convinced herself.

But it still hurted the same, not because she loved him—because she didn't—but she did actually like him.

Brandon said it was all her fault. Astrid was never with him, her mind was always with Hiccup. On their dates, she was always talking about Hiccup this and Hiccup that. She compared him too much to Hiccup.

They hadn't made it to the point where things went physically intimate. But Brandon was actually a decent guy to be with. They had been good friends, they hang out alot, they watched movies, and shared stories.

Until now that he cheated on her.

One of her teammates invited her to a party; To have some fun, to forget, to vent or to let out some steam.

She said yes out of impulse.

Astrid had never been to a real party before. She lied to her mother that she was staying with Hiccup for the night, and when she was about to call Hiccup—she hesitated. Not like they had been talking lately, so she decided not to tell him.

The party was exactly as she expected. Lots of people, booming bass, and lots of alcohol.

Eyes turned to her as soon as she stepped foot inside the house, as if the music paused. She quickly understood why.

Brandon was there with his new cheerleader girlfriend.

Astrid immediately regretted her decision to come here. But there was no way in hell the she was going to back off—she was Astrid Hofferson.

A couple of boys glanced at her warily. Astrid recognized them; they were the boys she beat up for bullying Hiccup. She ignored them as she made her way to her teammates who looked at her apologetically. Their eyes said, Sorry, we didn't know he was coming too. But she just waved it off saying it was fine.

One of her teammates offered her a punch, Astrid downed it without thinking. It felt as if fire traveled in her nostrils and she almost coughed it out but managed to swallow it.

She liked it. It made her senses tingle, and it made her feel alive.

"Take it slowly, or you'll get drunk in no time." One of her teammates advised.

Astrid lost count on how many cups she had downed when the alcohol started kicking in. She was starting to feel her vision blur slightly, and she felt the world around her distort.

Astrid was feeling hot and weird and bothered. A deadly mixture of hormones and alcohol.

There was this random guy who kept pestering Astrid. She gave him her number if it meant him leaving her alone, planning to block him later.

But the guy didn't leave her alone.

When Astrid felt something slid under her shirt. She would had beaten the hell out of him, but the world was spinning and she could only muster enough the energy to push him away.

"Get your dirty hands off her, you pervert!"

There was suddenly chaos around her, and the guy bothering her was knocked down the floor.

Then there was... wait a minute? Hiccup? And did he just knocked out a guy for her? And since when the hell did Hiccup grow so tall... so strong... so handsome...

Wait a minute? When did Hiccup arrive at the party? Screw that. What mattered was that he was here for her.

Astrid grabbed Hiccup by his arm, trying to drag him with her into the dance floor.

"...strid, let's go home." His voice was so alluring, she didn't want to go home—she wanted to stay here with him forever.

"I don't want to." Astrid blurted out, grabbing his face by his cheeks. She liked it how his face felt, it was no longer soft, his jaws felt firm and his stubble lining his jaw were prickling her palm slightly.

"Please... Astrid let's go," Hiccup begged, prying her hands but she held on to it firmly.

Astrid wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. All she could think of was how his lips looked so soft and delicious and he was so warm and his close proximity made her heart race ... then she didn't know what happened next.

Did she just kiss him? Or did they actually kiss? Why did she suddenly feel guitly.

"We're leaving." Hiccup grabbed her by wrist, and he was suddenly dragging her outside the party.

"Hiccup?" Astrid blinked at him, suddenly awake, alcohol and thrill gone. He didn't look back, he just kept on pulling her roughly until they reached his car.

"You're hurting me! Hiccup let go of me or I'll to break your arm!" Astrid threathened.

Hiccup stopped then loosened his hold on her wrist, turning around to face her. Hiccup opened his mouth several times but said nothing.

Why was she feeling nervous? She didn't do anything wrong. She was in highschool and it was perfectly fine for her to go to a party.

He took a deep breathe and said. "If you're going to ask how I found out, your mom was calling you, but weren't answering you phone; so your mom called me. You told her that you were staying with me. We haven't hanged-out in months, So I knew something was going on."

Astrid eyes widened, she quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket and felt appropriately rebuked to see 21 missed calls from her mom.

"I'm not mad at you," Hiccup sighed, he took of one her hand. "I told your mom not to worry; that you only forgot to charge your phone. But seriously, what's happening with you Astrid? You've been ignoring my messages, and not answering any calls, and now sneaking out to party at night, getting yourself half-drunk—do you have any idea how worried you mother was? How worried I am?"

"You didn't need to worry, I'm fine," Astrid yanked her hand free of his grip.

"You're obviously not." Hiccup sighed again, " Is this about Brandon? You know you can always tell me, you didn't have to go out there partying getting yourself almos—"

"—I said I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" Astrid snapped.

"I'm not leaving you alone! not when I know that you need me." Hiccup took a deep breath. "I promised that I won't leave you—"

"For fuck's sake Hiccup! What are we six? I don't give shit about your promise!"

Hiccup looked stunned, his eyes wide. Then he turned around, and started walking to his car.

"Where are you going, Hiccup! I'm not done talking to you!" Astrid shouted. "You want to know what Brandon said to me when he cheated on me? Fine! It was you, Hiccup! It was because you kept on messaging me that he started to get jealous. He told me how it was always Hiccup with me and Hiccup with that. And now I can't even be out there partying without you mommying me. No wonder he broke up with me. This is all your fault, Hiccup! You just ruin everything!"

"I-I... you really mean that." Hiccup said, toneless.

"H-Hiccup, no... I'm sorr—" She didn't mean any of it, she just lost her temper, maybe her mind, and her mouth kept moving.

"—You're right," Hiccup cut her off. "I just ruin everything. I always mess up. It's no wonder that Mom and Dad are fighting again, and guess what? It's because of all this..." he gestured all himself."You would know that if you answered any of my messages—and by the way—Mom is leavi... nevermind.

"I'm done. You can go back there for all I care. Goodbye, Astrid."

Astrid woke up in her room with an incredible headache. Why did her head feel fogged, her chest heavy, and her stomach leaden. She tried to recall last night's events but her head was pounding too much for her to remember anything. It felt like she was forgetting something very important.

She looked at the clock, and groaned. It was already 12:15pm. Luckily it was Saturday. She didn't want to stand up from her bed, but it was already afternoon and she didn't want to waste her weekend feeling sick in her bed.

"You're finally up." A her mother greeted her from the kitchen, she gestured her to sit down beside her.

Astrid groaned as she sat down. "Hey, Mom. Why does my head hurt so much."

"Here drink this, honey water, it will help with your headache." Her mother handed over the glass of honey water to her.

After she was done taking sips, her head felt a little better. Images of last night slowly came to her, but it was still fragmented.

Her mother sighed, her tone wistful. "Hiccup called last night, he told me where you were."

"Oh..." Astrid dared to look at her mother expecting her to be livid, she was only shaking her head.

"What's wrong... why aren't you mad at me." Astrid felt confused.

"You should go to the Haddock's and check it out yourself."

Hiccup, Astrid suddenly remembered last night. She wasn't herself last night, she had let go of many words she never meant to say to Hiccup.

A sense of urgency overcame her. Luckily she was still wore last night clothes that she was able to rush outside the house and head over to the Haddock's.

As soon as she arrived at the Haddock mansion, she noticed that the gates were left wide often. She hesitated for a moment, then she noticed one of the cars missing; Valka's car. Astrid quickened her pace, arriving shortly at the front door; it was also left wide open.

Cold settled in her spine as she ran through the door, thinking that there had been a robbery or an accident. But as soon as she entered the house, she found nothing out of ordinary. But there was something wrong with the air... it felt cold, stale, and empty.

When she arrived in the living room, she found Stoick alone, motionless, both hands in his face. Until today, she never thought it was possible for a man so huge to look so small, weak and broken.

Astrid approached him slowly. "Stoick?"

No answer.

Astrid cleared her throat, and spoke again. "Stoick?"

Stoick finally noticed her, he looked at her, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he had aged ten years.

Astrid swallowed. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Stoick only shook his head and muttered. "Val... My son... They left me... What have I done."

Memories from last night flashed in her head.

Mom and Dad are fighting again

You would know that if you answered any of my messages

Mom is leavi... nevermind

Goodbye, Astrid.

Astrid fell to her knees, realization dawning to her.

Hiccup took one of her hand, then hooked his pinky with her pinky.

"But I promise—I will never leave you, Astrid. Never."

~Promises~

end

Part 2

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v3-killing-harmony-imagines · 7 years

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Ryoma Hoshi x reader comfort one-shot

Aye so this is my first shot at a x reader fic and im super nervous lololol. The mods are thinking about also doing x reader asks when we open the ask box as well? But of course then we would probably be up in our heads with asks so we’re still debating that heh. Anyways, Here’s a Hoshi x reader fic because my fam Levia was feeling the need for one to exist, and all the other popular v3 boys get too much spotlight I find….Anyways please tell me how you like this qwq.

Dt levia <3

Hoshi finds out that he isn’t the only one who feels depressed and anxious.

Mentions Suicide under the cut.

Enjoy~

The room was dark, darkness enveloping darkness that blocked out the sun. You were sitting among the dark , wishing it could swallow you entirely. Eat you up, erase your traces and leave nothing behind. Your life had been a wallowing hole of self pity, anxiety and depression. Every day was a constant cycle of trying to be happy, failing and going to bed feeling sick. You had cried so many times that it has gotten to the point where you were incapable of crying, your mind screaming in agony as your body wouldn’t do what you oh so desired until eventually it would overflow with emotions and you would have a mental breakdown. It was a miracle that you could even get up every day. The only person who seemed to make your suffering better, the one who you were even living for at this point was him, Hoshi Ryoma. He had been like a lifeboat for you. Being a person who knew about the struggles of life made you happy to cling and come to him when things got bad. The only problem being that your low self esteem made you feel horrible things.

You’re a burden.

Leave him alone, god.

Why can’t you even go a day without him?

Pathetic.

Weak.

You don’t deserve him,

Each word you spoke had to be debated; if it had a chance of even sounding weird you would just keep it to yourself. As you can tell, not talking a lot and keeping your emotions kept in wasn’t good. It all built up and up and up….And now you’re crying.

You wait in the darkness, for death or for salvation.

Ryoma Hoshi comes home to silence, which doesn’t surprise him. He Knows you’re a quiet person. You would usually be doing quiet things, rarely would you be doing something noisy.

He walks through the hallway, announcing his presence while removing his coat. When he gets no answer he is quirked. He calls out again, when he gets no answer he looks through the rooms. Kitchen-nope, living room-nope. It’s dark, the whole house being dim and cold, making him even more worried. The only thing illuminating the walls and floors is the dying rays of light from the sun that’s long set. Eventually he gets to your room. He hears nothing. He knocks lightly, hearing a slight shuffling. He calls your name again.

Silence .

Hoshi opens the door and the dam breaks.

You’re laying on the floor, curled up in the corner and shaking and gasping with each breath. Items are strewn across the floor, the dresser is tipped with chunks of debris lying next to it . He’s by your side in an instant, crouching down by your side and asking what happened. You curl yourself tighter into your ball, whimpering and sobbing harder. Hoshi takes a moment to think, assessing the situation, letting the gears turn in his brain.

Thinking about how he was like this in the past.

He rubs his temple, shaking that thought out before it all comes back to him. He knows what he needs to do.

“Hey , y/n. Can you remove your arms for a second, please?”

Your breathing is frantic, but after a moment or two you comply.

His heart pulls as he sees your face, eyes red and dry from you rubbing them, nose red and dripping with mucus, lips cracked and trembling. Your throat is probably dry and he can tell you have a headache.

“Hey, that was good.” His voice is quiet, like you’re a porcelain doll that’s ready to break. “Here, let’s move somewhere comfier ok?”

You give a meek nod, sniffling and pulling yourself up, he helps you and seats you down on the bed. He can tell by your face that if he doesn’t do something in that second you’ll end up breaking down again.

“Here,” He grabs one of your blankets and wraps it around you. “Do you want pillows?”

Another nod, he shifts his weight, grasping the fabric in his hands and positioning multiple pillows on top of another. The second he finishes you flop down in a gasp, tears starting to spring up again. He gives a reassuring coo as he gently strokes your hair and removing stray strands from your agitated face. He slips beside you in the bed, letting you lean on him. He can feel how stiff you are, even through the blankets. He wraps his hands around the blankets and yourself, tossing the cap of his hat off. It flings across the room and lands in the pile of strewn items. He can clean that up later, right now you’re his concern.

“Talk to me y/n, what’s the matter?”

He can feel you tense giving a muffled. “I’ve been thinking about killing myself.”

Now it’s his turn to stiffen. He knows how you feel about yourself but…. Suicide? You really….hate your life that much?

It’s because of you. A voice in his head says, he pushes it away and focuses on getting you back.

“You…you’re really that sad?” He can feel you curl and shift and his words.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m this broken, I’m sorry you have to take care of me, I’m sorry that you don’t have someone happier- ”

You take a choked breath, steadying your tears. He hushes softly in your ear, rubbing your arms up and down, over and over until you calm down.

“I’m really sorry Hoshi. I’m really trying I am. I can’t see that spark, I can’t find it no matter how hard I try and I just. Can’t.” Your voice is strained and cracks at points.

He lays you down, flipping himself and you so that his face is parallel with yours. He stares into your eyes, watching as the dim light reflects and absorbs in your teary eyes. It makes his breath hitch as he stares at the glossy canvas.

Beautiful

Without a second thought, he presses his lips onto yours, savoring the taste and every texture. He knows he’s caught you off guard but it feels so good to him.

When he pulls away, both of you are panting slightly, he can feel the heat from his cheeks rising and he quietly thanks that you and him can barely see anything.

“I’m sorry, I had too.” As he goes to move off, you pull him back on top of you. Bringing your face closer, letting your breath and his mingle and twist together.

“Please.” And then you embrace him. The blanket being thrown off and your arms wrapped around him.

He should tell you that you’ll be ok, he’ll be here for you and give you motivation to go on. And then you two will spend the night cuddling and then when he wakes he’ll make and extra effort to make you happy.

But then he kisses you again and the plan goes out the window.

He and you remain like that, connected as you run your hands everywhere you can. His hands dragging across your face and in your hair, breathing heavily as you both still tenderly kiss. He doesn’t make it rough, he goes slowly as you match his pace, you two have all the time you need.

When you separate, he embraces you tightly.

“I am utterly in love with you, you know that. Nothing you can say or do can change that, no one can, no god can change that.” He pulls you away and cups your face, running a thumb over your cheekbone as his other hand is still wrapped around you. “I hurts you. I know. I’ve gone through the same…. No one said it would be easy y/n. But I love you…god I love you…It hurts me to see you like this. I swear I’ll do whatever I can to make you the happiest person. Everything and everything. You want the moon? I’ll get the sun while I’m at it.”

He places a hand on your forehead, swiping away stray strands of hair.

“You are so beautiful,” He gasps, as if he can’t get over that he’s in reality. “I’m going to tell you that forever, every day, every minute, and every second. You are stunning to me. The world doesn’t deserve you. It treats you as a punching bag and leaves you out in the rain to freeze.”

His pulls his face closer, letting you see the tears in his eyes as his voice finally cracks and he lets his emotions free:

“But if that’s the case then I’ll be your umbrella.”

And then you cry.

And he cries.

You two embrace, and kiss and hug and pull at each others clothing. Whisking the world away and letting the heat grow in the darkness and the tears flow and heads become light. He never lets go of you, he whispers compliments and comfort words as his fingers drag over your body. You two stay like that. For how long, neither of you are sure… But by the time things stop you can barely breath and you feel like your entire head is made of cotton. He must feel the same, because he grabs you both water, sipping it and sitting in silence.

You’re exhausted. He’s exhausted. No words are exchanged as you both crawl under the covers and relax.

And you feel so warm, whether it was from Hoshi or if it was from the non-stop crying you don’t care. He hums in your ear, wrapping a protective arm around you. You feel a bubbling feeling inside of you as you curl into him, wishing him goodnight.

You remember him planting one last kiss on your cheek, and then your mind drifts into one of the most peaceful slumbers

#long post heh #i just vented through this entire thing hahh #thats how mod saihara gets most asks done #this didn't take me that long?#oh wait nvr mind i've been working for 4 hours straight heeh #time flies when im writing oops #i still feel like its 9 but it's 11?#ryoma hoshi #hoshi ryouma #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #comfort #drv3 imagine #ndrv3 imagines

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Senior Year Chapter 1

Percy and Annabeth spend Senior Year together.

Word count: 3,263

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: Pretty much just Percy and Annabeth’s senior year at Goode High School

This is set right after BoO.

Percy's POV

"Annabeth, I cannot believe you are going to school with me. We're going to spend senior year together," Percy said the excitement flowing out with every word. He was in Annabeth's cabin helping her pack. Not really helping her but watching her.

"I know Percy. You've told me how excited you are for the millionth time now. I know how excited you are. I am too." She was putting all her blue prints into one pile when Percy grabbed her hand making her drop the last few.

"No Annabeth you don't understand I might be able to stay at this school. You are at least 85% of my impulse control. With you there's no way I'll get expelled," Percy said leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. He knew better than to really kiss her in her cabin while three campers were there.

"Wouldn't that be a miracle."

"We have had miracles in the past."

She continued packing while Percy silently watched her trying to keep his excitement contained.

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Percy helped pack all of Annabeth things into the van. It wasn't very much but he knew that what she had she treasured. He packed all his things up after hers. He looked around when he loaded the last of the things and saw Annabeth at the top of the hill by Thalia's tree. He met her up there and laced his fingers through hers.

"We can come back here any time. On the weekends that is. I don't think my mom would let us come here on a school night," Percy said.

"I know. It's just that....the last time I didn't spend the winter here it didn't really go so well. Or the time before that. I just want this time to be different."

"And it will, Annabeth. We'll do it together. That's how I know it will be great." Percy kissed her cheek and pulled her to the van.

"You guys really gonna leave without saying goodbye!" They turned around to see Piper running up the hill followed by Jason, Leo, and Grover.

"I was really wanting to leave without seeing your face again," Percy replied. Piper rolled her eyes, stopping before them.

"You're not getting off that easily, Jackson." She came to a stop in front of him pulling him into a hug which he returned. "And what's your excuse?" She questioned turning to Annabeth.

"Percy was the one pulling me."

"Hey!"

"That's a lame excuse," Piper stated pulling her into a hug.

"You going to watch over the camp, right? No funny business while I'm gone. No wars. No Gods. And please no great prophecies. Okay?" Percy said looking Jason right in the eyes.

"Hey don't worry about it. I got it. I was once a praetor, remember," Jason said grabbing Percy's shoulder.

"I actually don't remember you being a praetor. That was before I was one right...?" Percy said, playfully pushing him away.

"Okay," Leo said handing Annabeth and Percy something that looked very similar to iPhones, "Now I just cooked these up, okay. They are phone for demigods."

"What?!?! Really"

"Yes, but they aren't like regular mortal phones."

"Of course they aren't, Leo, you made them." Annabeth said holding hers very delicately like it could explode at any moment.

"Not like that. They can only communicate with other phones like these. I call IMPhones. They run on a different service than mortal phones. I had to talk to the goddess Iris and give her a couple offerings, but it pretty much works like IM'ing but without the drachma, and the rainbow, and the seeing the other person. See it works like other phones but instead of bouncing off of a satellite it bounces off of Iris. That's why you can only do this with other IMPhones. She said she can barely feel it bounce off of her and it's way better than having to deal with each demigod's IM personally. She likes this idea way better. And since it goes through a Goddess it is more protected so it shouldn't bring monsters. But don't blame me if they do happen to show up that's just what monsters do. So here you go as a going away present. I already put in all of our numbers and here is an extra one for Sally. I thought she might want one too." Percy and Annabeth examined their new phones. Annabeth's was grey while Percy's was blue and Sally's was white. Seemed very fitting.

"Thank you Leo. Really, these are great. You really are a genius." Annabeth give him a hug. If she was calling him a genius than he really was.

"Yeah man these are so cool,"Percy said giving him a fist bump.

"He even gave me one," Grover said stepping forward.

"Seriously?" Percy said looking at Leo. He nodded.

"Not that I'll really need it. I'll be feeling all of your drama anyways." He pointed to his head. "Which brings me to my point of do's and don't. Not really any do's mostly just don't. Don't have any high school drama. I get enough of that here. Do not kill you math teacher. Do not set the gym on fire. Do not pull people into fountains, either. And for the love of the gods do not get expelled," Grover advised, putting extra emphasizes on the last sentence.

"You know better than anyone that drama and trouble just seem to find me, but I will try my hardest not to get into any. For your sake, G-man. Wouldn't want my best friend being mad at me, now would I." Percy pulled the satyr into a tight hug.

"Okay we really sure be going now guys." Annabeth said breaking up the hug. "Grover you'll watch over this place for me right. Make sure Malcolm gets the cabin where it needs to be so that it can stay the best. And if Clarisse causes too much trouble call me. And if anything, anything, weird happens tell me," she said. He nodded and pulled her into a hug. Annabeth turned around just in time to see Percy violently shaking his head and mouthing no. He stopped a little late trying to pull it off as itch on the back of his neck but gave up.

"If a camper so much as sneezes weird you do not call us, Grover. If there is so much as a declaration of war against the camp, you do not call us," Percy said emphasizing the last five words very clearly. Annabeth hit his shoulder and pulled him to the van.

"Come on Seaweed Brain." They said one last goodbye before they climbed into the back of the van, watching them grow smaller and smaller on Half-blood hill through the window.

Annabeth's POV

Annabeth could tell that they were getting close when Percy started to jump up and down in his seat. He seemed so excited to be home again. Annabeth wished she had a place like that. Sure she has the camp, but that's different. That's camp. The only home she has ever know yeah, but still....camp. Home to another hundred campers. Annabeth wished she had the one place like Percy has. The place she can truly call her home.

"What?" Percy asked smiling at her "You're staring at me."

"Sorry," she replied, "You just look so happy. I guess I haven't seen that smile in a while. That's all."

"I am. I haven't seen my mom in what feel like forever....I guess it would be a longer time for her, though," he said, his facing dropping.

"You called her, right? Told her that you're okay."

"Yeah. The day after the war I called her, so about a week ago. She was so happy. Tears were streaming down both of our faces. I told her about you, too. She said she was going to be getting the guest bedroom ready for you."

"Oh," Annabeth said.

"What? You didn’t think you would be bunking with me now, did you? My mom loves you, but I don’t think she'll even be up for that. No matter how okay I would be with it."

"Well I guess I didn't really think about where I would be staying."

"You really thought you would be staying anywhere else but with me? Not with me, with me. But with us." He chuckled, obviously amused by her or himself, you could never really tell.

"I've been a little busy these past few days if you haven't noticed."

"Yeah okay okay, acceptable. My mom seemed…almost more excited that you were coming with me than I did."

"Awww that's sweet. I actually am really happy to see her too. I can't believe she is getting the room ready for me. She is amazing."

"I know. I can't wait to see her." As if on cue, the van pulled into an apartment complex parking lot. Percy said a quick thank you to Argus before he jumped out of the van (before it was even stopped) and ran up the stairs. Annabeth said a thank you of her own and went to get the bags. She thought it was only fair that she bring them in since Percy hauled them to the car. By the time she got up the stairs with her bags the door was opening.

Percy looked like he was ready to explode. She could already see the tears that were threatening to spill. They fell when arms came out of the apartment and wrapped around him. Annabeth heard him say mom the same time she heard Sally say Percy. Sally whispered "I know I should have kept you close" to no one in particular. Annabeth felt a tear trickle down her own cheek at the sight.

Sally pulled away from him a couple seconds later, holding him at arms length to look him over.

"You're taller," she said through tears, "and handsomer." She pushed a hand to his cheek. He leaned into it savoring the touch. The touch of his mother. The woman who has been in his life forever. The only constant he has ever had.

Annabeth found herself wishing for another thing that Percy had. Sally pulled him into another hug before she turned to Annabeth.

"Annabeth, dear, I so glad you're here." Sally took a step before she realized that Annabeth was carrying the bags. "Percy don't tell me you made Annabeth carry the bags." Percy chuckled and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.

"Sorry, Mom. I was a little excited." He took the bags out of her hand and walked into the apartment stopping for a second at the doorway before he continued.

"Sally thank you so much for letting me stay here," Annabeth thanked, walking into Sally's outstretched arms. Sally hugged Annabeth almost as hard as she had Percy and Annabeth was more than happy to return it. Sally pulled way and held Annabeth at arms length just like she had with Percy.

"You are beautiful Annabeth, as always. You've grown into a wonderful woman."

"Thank you, Sally," Annabeth blushed. Percy came out again to get the rest of the bags. When he came up the stairs Argus was driving away. Annabeth and Sally followed Percy into the apartment. Annabeth saw Percy disappear into a room down the hallway. She looked around the familiar living room. A long, light brown, almost tan, couch to her left. Entertainment center with a TV and movies to her right. Ahead of her was a bar/counter dividing the kitchen and the living room. A small table was to the right of the counter. She could see down the hallway to the first door but she knew there was more.

"Okay," Percy exhaled coming out of the room, "So Annabeth, here's the living room. That's the kitchen and-"

"That's the hallway. First door on the right, your room. Second door on the right, the guest room. So mine, I guess. Across the hallway with the first door on the left is the bathroom. And the last door at the end of the hallway to the left is Sally and Paul's room." Annabeth finished. "I know."

"But how though?" Percy questioned.

"When you were gone, missing, someone had to tell Sally. And a few minutes turned into an hour, which turned into dinner, which turned into staying the night. I came quite often to update Sally. Your room smelled more like you than your cabin so..." She said looking down at her hands. Percy came to cover them with his.

"Well now you have the real thing and you don't need to be in my room. I mean you can come in my room anytime you want," he said.

"Only if you keep the door open, sweetie," Sally interjected. She was standing off to the side admiring them, or maybe just Percy.

"Half-way," Percy countered. Sally gave it a seconds thought then said fine. Annabeth smiled as Sally suggested making cookies and Percy almost pulled Annabeth's arms out running to the kitchen. He sat her down at the counter and told her to watch the magic. She sat there as Percy and Sally rummaged in the kitchen. Never bumping into each other. Never reaching for the same thing. She wondered how many times they had to have done this to be so coordinated. They started making it with Sally hovering over Percy's shoulder watching him measure everything out.

"I have done this before you know, Mom."

"Yeah but the last time I didn't watch you, you ended up putting 1 Tablespoon of vanilla in instead of 1 teaspoon. They were awful, but somehow you still ate them."

"A cookie is a cookie, mom. Plus is was blue."

They continued with Percy measuring the ingredients out and Sally telling him to stop when he almost goes over. Percy would roll his eyes, but Annabeth knew that he loved every second of it. A couple times Annabeth caught Sally staring at Percy. Looking him over, with a look in her eye that wasn't anything less than love and care, making sure he's okay. When Sally went to put the flour away Percy tried to add more sugar.

"You better not be trying to sneak more sugar into that batter, Percy," she said with her back still to him.

"What!!...No.... I would nev— How did you know?" He asked innocently putting the sugar back into the container.

"You have been adding more sugar since you were a kid. I figure it out when every time you helped me make them they all varied in sweetness. I can tell when my kid doesn't follow the recipe."

"Oh so even as a kid you couldn't follow directions," Annabeth joked from her seat.

"Oh be quiet, you," Percy said sticking his tongue out at her. Sally hit him with a towel and told him to apologize. He looked like he was going to argue before he said a quiet sorry, his lips pulling up at the edges as he did so. Sally couldn't help but smile either, Annabeth noticed.

Sally turned back to dough inspecting it before she gave it a nod. "Okay it looks good to me."

Percy looked like she just committed a crime. "Uh...but..you..pfft..the... There's no blue in that, Mom! How can you say it's good?" Percy said gesturing wildly at the dough. Sally was the one who rolled her eyes this time. So that's where he got it, Annabeth thought. Sally crossed the kitchen to the cabinet above the fridge.

"I was just teasing, Percy. Of course I wouldn't forget the blue food coloring." Sally reached up to the cabinet but couldn't quite reach the handles. She got a chair from the table and pushed it against the fridge. She reached all the way to the back moving several things aside.

"Wait," Annabeth said as Sally got down from the chair. "You use blue food coloring all the time but it all the way in the back?"

"Another reason why I watch Percy do everything while making cookies. I had to start hiding it from him. One time when he was 8 or 9 I left the blue food coloring out as I put the vanilla away. This was a different time from the vanilla incident. And when I turned back he had already poured half the bottle of food coloring into the dough," she said taking a moment to look at Percy, who just shrugged. She smiled endearing at him before she continued. "These had to be the bluest cookies you had ever seen. No, they were barely blue anymore more of a black, I'd say. But when they came out of the oven, he ate every single one except the one that I had. They were just straight food coloring. You couldn't even taste the cookie anymore. But he sat there and ate them all. His lips were blue for at least another day after that. So since then I've had to hide the food coloring from him. I'm not taking any chances." They both looked at Percy was looking down at the ground as he leaned against the counter. He was rubbing his left shoulder like it hurt. It seemed like he was thinking of a very different memory.

"What are you thinking about?" Annabeth asked. He looked up coming out of the trance. "Nothing" he said as he grabbed the little blue bottle from his mom and started putting a couple drops in. Annabeth made a mental note to ask him again later. Sally stopped him before it got too out of hand. Percy turned the mixer on and watched until it was perfectly mixed.

"There now it's perfect," Percy stated triumphantly. He grabbed three spoons from the drawer and handing one to Sally and getting a big spoonful on Annabeth's and his before he handed it to her. Percy watched Annabeth as she took the first bite. Her mouth filled with the best cookie dough she had ever had, which she tell you wasn't much of a competition.

"This is amazing," she said through a mouthful of dough and chocolate chips.

"I know." He took his bite and Annabeth watched as his face melted into complete happiness. He hummed happily and savored the dough. "Tastes like home." He looked at Sally with a smile that said he wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here, and she happily returned it.

#SeniorYear #Percabeth #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #pjo #Percabeth in highschool #goodehighschool #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #grover underwood #chapter one

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Park Jimin “I found myself falling more in love with you as I grew older.” You and Jimin were childhood best friends until you had to move away. As years passed and you both aged, the separation between your friendship deepen and you never heard from him again. More than a decade passed and you suddenly stumble upon the man who you never stopped thinking about. Word Count: 4,210 Italics = flashback (Y/F/N) = Your Full Name

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

I will be updating less frequently bc school is starting again and I know i will not have time to update )): im sorry, but i am tremendously happy for all the love and support for my stories so far

“Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s late and I don’t think you have the keys to your own house. My apartment is only a city over.” The bright digital numbers read 2:08 AM. Jimin’s hands were shoved into his pockets as you both waited for a taxi to drive by.

You sighed, your breath visible in front of you. He was right. You had no way to get into your dad’s house and you were unsure if he was even home. If he was, you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. “You don’t mind?”

“As long as you don’t mind spending another couple of hours with me.” Jimin chuckled and hoisted your suitcases into the arriving vehicle. He followed you into the car and you rested your head against the window.

You felt something brush against your right hand. You didn’t check what it was because you knew what it was. Jimin’s hand slyly rested under yours and he loosely intertwined your fingers. You blushed and thanked the darkness for concealing the red mess on your cheeks.

Jimin dragged you into the elevator and pulled you to his door when you arrived at his floor. The building was tall and fancy, like one of those hotels your family and Jimin’s family used to stay in on vacations.

“I want to share a room with (Y/N)!” Jimin was nine and you were seven at the time. He was beginning to show signs of growth while you were still very much a child.

Both of your families had planned a trip to Hawaii and stayed at one of those big, expensive hotels with two pools and an ocean view. The carpet was patterned and soft underneath your toes. The beds were big and their sheets smelled like coconut.

“(Y/N) is a girl and you are a boy, Jimin. A girl needs her own personal space.” Jimin’s father slid the key card into the door of his room. Jimin pouted and wouldn’t let go of your small hand.

He viciously pulled you into the room and helped you up on one of the gigantic mattresses. “Do you want to share a room with me?” He asked you quietly.

You giggled and hugged him tightly. “Mhm.” You nodded excitedly. You liked being with Jimin. He was your close friend and he made you really happy. At seven, you were unsure what these feelings really meant. You only knew that you wanted him to stay with you.

“Okay, then we will. We can have this bed to ourselves.” He pulled away from the hug and tucked you into the soft covers. He joined you soon after you were set. “Does your mommy give you a kiss goodnight?”

You nodded and smiled. “Does yours?” He nodded as well. “How about I give you a kiss goodnight and you give me one? I think my mommy is still downstairs and your daddy went to the bathroom.”

“That sounds good.” Jimin laid down next to you and kissed you on the cheek. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

You giggled once more and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Jimin.”

Jimin’s apartment was majority empty. If you didn’t know he lived here, you would’ve thought no one lived here at all. His furniture was simple and tidy. The smell of the apartment was his though. It smelled like Jimin’s musky cologne. He tossed his luggage into his room.

There was only one bedroom and one bathroom. It was comfortable, for him at least. There was no way a group of 3 could live cozy in the small area.

“I can sleep on the couch. My sheets are washed, so they’re clean. I haven’t touched the bathroom since I left, so it’s clean as well. Make yourself at home, I guess.” He fluffed out the pillows on the small sofa.

“It’s okay. I can sleep on the couch. It’s your house, Jimin. You should be sleeping in your own bed.” You laughed. His eyebrow went up and you knew what he was thinking. Whenever you slept over at his house, you absolutely refused to sleep on the couch. You always slept with Jimin in his bed.

“You? On the couch? Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Awkward tension filled the air and you locked yourself in his bathroom to escape it.

The couch was immensely uncomfortable. Without the lights on, his living room was pitch black. You couldn’t adjust your eyes on any source of light. Checking the time, you groaned at the sight of 3:44 AM. Jimin had gone to sleep about 15 minutes ago. It was a long night, so he must’ve fallen asleep.

You folded the blankets neatly on the sofa and re-positioned the pillows to their previous display. You carefully walked towards his room, trying very hard not to make a sound. His door was open and you saw his breathing figure cuddled up in his white sheets.

His room had no mark of his own. It was like any other room. His bottles of cologne scattered his desk, along with some other products. You tiptoed over to the other edge of his bed. Slowly lifting up the covers, you slid into his warmth. You were tense, afraid that he would wake up.

After a few seconds of reassurance, you relaxed and closed your eyes. His mattress shaped your body line well, unlike the couch, and you were so ready to drift into your dreams. The entire day was a tiring mess and you were incredibly exhausted.

Suddenly, the bed shifted and Jimin’s body was pressed against your back. His heat engulfed your chilled body and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. His forehead rested against the back of your shoulder.

“Took you long enough.” He mumbled.

You turned around to face him. His eyelids were over his eyes, but his lips were curved up into a smirk. “Were you expecting me or something?”

“Yeah. (Y/F/N) doesn’t settle for the couch.”

“Did I wake you?” You whispered. Jimin’s eyes slowly fluttered open. You panicked and quickly shut yours. You had to act like you weren’t just admiring his cute sleeping face.

You heard him laugh a little. He grabbed your arms and placed them around his shoulders. You felt his raw skin underneath your fingertips. His strong arms wrapped around your lower waist, pulling you towards him. “No, I was awake waiting for you.”

The moment was very intimate and sweet. You wished he could hold you forever and time would stop to capture this very scene. “I missed you so much.” You blurted out into his collarbone.

“I missed you too, babygirl.” Your heart burned at the name. Everything was confusing. You were unsure how Jimin felt about you, but he knew that you felt something for him. You didn’t know if these simple actions were merely being over analyzed in your head, or if he did feel the same about you. Either way, you loved every second of it. He wasn’t officially yours, but he was all yours right now.

You’ve always imagine something like this, so you tried to savor every minute of it. You prayed that morning wouldn’t come so soon and the universe was on your side, just for this one time.

You woke up to the sound of someone's ringtone. Jimin turned over to pick up, his warmth escaping you quickly. His deep, raspy morning voice filled the silence.

"Hello?" You groaned quietly at the absence of his arms. Curling back against his body, you pushed your face into the side of his bicep. He welcomed you, casually, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close.

"Yeah. I know. I should've called, yeah, I got it. But you knew I was coming back-- alright. Okay, don't be upset." Jimin spoke with annoyance. All the while, he was subconsciously draw small circles on your hip bone.

You peered up at the preoccupied man. His hair represented a birds’ nest, parts of his hair pointing up and his forehead exposed. His eyes were closed, but his phone was pressed closely to his ear. His collarbones pushed against his fair, raw skin. His complexion contrasted the pure white bed sheets. His red lips were plump and pressed together. You had such a strong desire to kiss his beautiful morning state.

However, a woman's voice ranted angrily through the receiver and Jimin was obviously distraught. "I know, Mom. I forgot and I got distracted--"

You impulsively grabbed the phone out of Jimin's hand and pressed it against your ear. Jimin's eyes shot open and he looked puzzling at you. "Hello Mrs.Park, it's (Y/N)! We haven't spoken in such a long time."

She sounded confused, but it slowly registered to her that you were the small girl that was her son's prized companion when he was younger. "My dear, I didn't know you were coming into town! How have you been? It has been so long. How's your mother? Where are you staying?"

She was bombarding you with so many questions. All you wanted was alone time with Jimin, who merely admired your bare face lazily. "I spent the night at Jimin's apartment. I'll catch up with you soon, I'm coming over to see my Dad later today."

"Alright, dear. I'll see you then." You quickly hung up after wishing her a goodbye and threw Jimin's phone somewhere on the plush bed.

"Good morning, sunshine." Jimin greeted.

"Can I kiss you?" You went straight for it. No more beating around the bush. Even if he denied the request, you were still satisfied with the nightly cuddles.

He looked at you, shocked at the sudden question. His lips slowly turned into a smirk and his eyebrow rose, "not even a good morning, kiddo?"

He was back with the platonic nicknames. You sighed and saw your chances were slim. Slightly getting up, you planned on getting ready for the day. However, he pulled you back down and you hovered over him. "Well, aren’t you going to kiss me?" He whispered and you leaned down.

Your heart was beating quickly as you drew closer to his sweet escape. Inexplicable words filled your heart, waiting to burst at any moment. It was finally happening. The kiss that has been harboring for more than a decade. The kiss that the younger you always tried to achieve.

Your lips met, barely grazing on top of one another. His lips soft and plushy. His breath steady against your cheek. It was only a peck, you pulled away fast after contact.

Jimin laughed after the small kiss and drew you into a hug. "That was so cute." He smiled against your temple as your face turned colors. Obviously embarrassed, you buried your head into the blankets. You felt his slobbery kisses paint your forehead. Laughing, you pushed at his chest to stop him.

He held on tight though. You couldn’t escape his strong arms. Innocent giggles bounced off his bedroom walls. Jimin suddenly came to a halt and blinked at you. “What?”

“Remember how I use to cheer you up by tickling you?” He inquired. You nodded. Those were torturous, but sweet moments.

You hated preschool because you always missed your parents. You were one of those kids that cried every morning at drop off. The ones that wrapped their short arms around their mom’s leg and sobbed without caring who heard.

The grudge that they left you there for the entire day lingered with you. When they picked you up, you’d angrily cross your arms and frown. “You left me there!” You whined.

Everyday after preschool, you needed to pick up Jimin from elementary school. Your mom always used that against you. “If you don’t stop whining, we are not going to see Jimin. We are going to go straight home.”

That only made your lips quiver and you bursting into tears. You eventually caught on that that was never an actual option. You were Jimin’s ride home.

Even though you were a crying mess every time Jimin entered the car, he always made the effort to cheer you up. To make you laugh at least once was his goal. To do that, that meant he needed to tickle you. He knew all your weak points and tickling you never failed to put a smile on your face.

Jimin greeted your mom happily when he entered your car and buckled up next to your car seat. He sighed, “hello to you too, cry baby.”

“I’m not a cry baby!” You said, while crying. He smiled and spoke over your wails.

“Here comes the tickle monster!” He laughed as he gently tickled your sides. You fell into a fit of giggles and he didn’t stop until hiccups formed.

“Are you better, kiddo?” The 8 year old boy questioned. You nodded eagerly and the smiles never left your youthful face. “Good. I hate seeing my favorite girl cry. I like it when she smiles.”

“I meant it when I said I liked seeing you smile.” He picked up your chin and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Jimin.” You groaned and kicked off the sheets. He followed you into the bathroom and hugged you from behind. He snuggled his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

The intimacy continued and you fell crazy into confusion. Then, Jimin’s teeth grazed across your exposed skin and sucked roughly. Your eyes widen at the action as you watched him in the mirror. His eyes were closed and his plump lips wrapped around a small spot on your neck.

“Jimin!” You pushed him away and a deep, purple mark appeared. The prominent mark did not go away no matter how hard you rubbed at it. “I have to go see my dad today!”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know who I am.” He smirked and prepped his toothbrush.

“Am I suppose to tell him I’m sleeping with you now?” You sarcastically shot at him.

Shrugging, the nonchalant boy leaned against the door frame watching you frantically trying to rub away the mark. “I mean you did.”

“Sleep as in I’m hooking up with you.” You rolled your eyes again.

That made him laugh loudly. “We won’t rush into those things.”

“Jimin, what are you implying?”

“Nothing. We’re friends, (Y/N). Best Friends.” Jimin emphasized on “best”.

Disappointment dropped to your stomach. It churned at your foolishness at believing you were something more than that. He was ultimately messing with you, teasing you. However, there was nothing you needed to hide anymore.

Your secret of your crush was out. You could ask for the wildest things and he’d still allow you to do it. So, you let him have his fun, since he let you have yours.

“Why do you live in an apartment when your parents live a city away?” You asked as Jimin cruised out of the complex’s parking lot. His car was another representation of his apartment --- neat and empty. The familiar musky scent filled your lungs when you had entered the vehicle.

“Because the studio I work with is a couple blocks down the street and I can’t bring women home whenever I would like to my parent’s house.” He smirked as he swiftly turned the steering wheel. You two sat in silence for majority of the trip and Jimin had turned on some soft tunes to ease the tension. However, the burning question pondered in your head.

“So you bring women back to your apartment?” The fact that he brought other women to his apartment irritated you. It was the irrational side of you thinking, letting your crush for him think for you. He was a grown, young man. An attractive young man, who probably gets lonely from time to time. Even if he did say he didn’t have a girlfriend, he never said that he wasn’t sexually active.

“You jealous?” He chuckled. He drove with one hand on the wheel and his elbow resting on the center console.

Right on cue, your phone rang. Pilot Kim’s ID flashed on your screen and you looked up to see Jimin eyeing the device from the corner of his eye. “Hello?”

“Hey (Y/N). It’s me. I was wondering if you’re free later tonight. I still want to treat you to a drink.” The sweet man offered.

“Pilot Kim---”

“Please, call me Taehyung.” He interjected your response.

“Taehyung, I would love to take that offer. However, I am unsure whether my father wants to have dinner with me tonight.” You spoke formally and professionally with him. He was your superior and you needed to respect him.

Jimin fidgeted at your side. He periodically checked your facial expressions as you spoke with Taehyung. Once he heard the deep, husky male voice, he was all ears.

“Oh I totally understand your visiting family. I’m free all night, even into the later hours.” Taehyung persisted. You bit your lip and failed to find any more excuses.

Jimin casually interrupted you as you both pulled into your old neighborhood, “Do you know if your dad’s home?”

“Jimin!” You scolded him. You wanted Jimin’s existence to be as discreet as possible. You didn’t want to explain anything to any of your colleagues.

“Are you with someone, (Y/N)?” Taehyung asked quickly.

You sighed and glared at the boy with the prized smile on his face, “yeah. I’m with an old friend right now.”

“Sorry. I’ll leave you alone, but if you are still up for drinks, just hit me up.”

“Of course, thank you.” You hung up and lightly punched Jimin.

“Ow! What was that for?” He parked into his parent’s driveway and turned off the engine.

“’Do you know if your dad’s home?’” You mocked childishly. Rolling your eyes, you hastily unbuckled your seat belt.

“What? Was he your boyfriend?”

“No, I told you I don’t have one.” You crossed your arms.

“Then what’s the big deal?”

“I don’t want to explain to any of my colleagues as to why some guy’s voice randomly appeared in the middle of my phone call with my co worker.” You were about to step out of the car, but Jimin pulled you back in.

“What would you even need to explain?” He urged. You blinked at him for a few moments and soften your hard expression.

“N-Nothing.” You nervously stammered. You mentally slapped yourself for assuming --- once again --- that you two were anything more than friends.

Sure he knew about your feelings for him, but it didn’t change the fact that you two were not together.

“I’m sorry, bud. I shouldn’t have rudely interrupted you like that. It’s a bad habit of mine.” Jimin never use to have that habit when you were friends with him. Maybe he adapted it when you left. You didn’t give it much thought because the old Jimin resurfaced. Jimin was always sincere and never wanted to truly upset you.

You saw that Jimin wasn’t entirely a flirt. Jimin was still there. He was still thriving underneath the new playfulness. So vulnerable and loving.

“It’s okay. I overreacted, like always.” You ruffled his perfect sweep of hair and climbed out of his car. He followed you out and you crossed over to your old house.

“I don’t think he’s home.” You said after ringing the door bell for the third time. A frown evidently appeared on your face and Jimin rubbed your shoulders to console you.

“He might be at work. Let’s go see my parents first. I bet Mom is dying to see you after knowing your back.” He walked you over and unlocked the doors to his house.

“Mom? Dad? I’m home. I also brought a guest.” He yelled into the empty space. Everything was exactly like how you remembered it.

The familiar women appeared from their kitchen. She smiled brightly at you and opened her arms to embrace your small figure. Jimin’s mom had aged only slightly. “My dear, my sweet sweet child. You’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young lady.” She tasseled your hair out of your face and caressed your smooth skin.

“Thank you. You still look like how I remembered you, not a day over 30.” You complimented and she laughed happily.

“I missed you so much. It’s so nice to know you’re back.”

“I won’t be staying for long though.”

“You’re not?” Both Jimin and his mother asked at the same time. Both with curious and widened eyes.

You nodded and gently squeezed his mother’s hands. “I have to go back in the next 3 days. I’m a flight attendant, so I would need to go back with my airline.”

“Then what are we doing here hanging out with my mom?” Jimin blurted out and received a small smack on his arm from his mother.

“A flight attendant, that’s nice. Jimin travels a lot too.” Her smile never leaving her face. Jimin groaned and wrapped his arm around your lower waist. His mother’s eyes followed and stayed at his resting arm.

You uncomfortably wiggled out of his grip, but it didn’t work. “Mom, she doesn’t want to know the boring life I live.”

“Alright. You can tell her yourself. I’ll stop mentioning it.” She sighed and you hurried to ask about your absent father.

“Do you know when my dad will be home?”

“He comes home around 5 PM. Are you hungry? I can make your favorite.” She walked back into the kitchen and Jimin dragged you along.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You declined politely as Jimin hurriedly up the stairs to his old bedroom. It was filled with cardboard boxes and old clothes scattered on the floor. A full mattress sat in the position of his old twin one. “What is this life that you claim is boring, Park Jimin? Getting a new girl every night and traveling does not sound anything along those lines.”

He plopped onto the springy bed and lazily gazed at you as you spoke. “Have I ever told you I love it when you call me by my full name?”

“You use to hate it.” You reminded him.

“Park Jimin! Park Jimin!” You blew a raspberry in his grumpy face.

“My name is Jimin! Stop calling me by my full name!” The young boy demanded.

You crossed your arms, “you don’t pay attention if I call you Jimin. Park Jimin always gets your attention.”

“That’s because I hate being called by my full name.” Jimin rolled his eyes and walked out of your bedroom.

“I think it sounds catchy.” You smiled and followed after him, singing his name.

“Stop! I hate it!” He groaned and covered his ears.

“Why? I like it. Park reminds me of the park and how we always have fun at the park. Jimin, hm...uh..” you tapped your chin in thought, “.. it reminds me of you! And how you’re my bestest friend.”

“Bestest isn’t a word, dummy.” A small smile appeared on his squishy, small face. His anger obviously decreasing.

“Well, it’s a word to me and that’s what I’m going to use to describe you, Park Jimin.” You sassed and he, in response, tackled you into a big hug.

“Key word, use to.” He clarified. “I also don’t have a new girl every night, that would be too much work.”

“I didn’t know someone like you needed to put in work.” You shaded him, enough for him to get the message. You wondered around the old room and scanned the past memories on the walls.

“Only slightly.” You scoffed at that answer.

“Why do you travel so often?” You asked.

“I’m a choreographer, so I travel back and forth a lot.” You stopped and stared at him.

“You’re a choreographer? What happened to firefighter Jimin?”

Jimin popped up and walked up to you. “Firefighter Jimin died after he realized he was afraid of fire.” Both of you laughed, the sounds of giggles mixed together harmoniously. “How did you become a flight attendant? What happened to becoming a princess?”

You scoffed and flicked his forehead. “I found out I really loved travelling after I left here and got on the airplane. I had friends doing it at the time, so I decided that I should give it a try. Also, I can’t be a princess, that’s just impossible.”

“Well, you can be my princess... you’re a princess to me.” Jimin smiled. You blinked at him, confused at how genuine that had sounded.

“Jimin... stop playing around..” Jimin stepped closer until you backed up against his wall.

Jimin tilted his head slightly and slowly intertwined your fingers together. “(Y/N).. my dear.. I wish I was just playing..”

He leaned in and his plush lips fell gently against your own. You squeezed your eyes shut and his small hands traveled up to caress your face. Fingers dangled loosely around his wrists, precipitation forming at your palms, and every movement set in slow motion. It was the perfect scene for the perfect kiss, much different than the small peck from this morning.

Kissing Jimin was reviling and refreshing. The feeling was equivalent to finishing a marathon, or a tedious exam. The thing that you most desired was finally happening. You were kissing your best friend, Park Jimin.

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I’m just going to have to wait this out. I was able to be somewhat stable this whole weekend I think. Besides being within inches of fucking you in my car in broad daylight...but uh...maybe im a freak. Did other girls ? Not do this? Do u wish..I was less horny? Should I try to touch u less? I honestly just want u so bad all the time. I want to touch u all the time. It must be annoying. I wish I could keep myself under control. Every time I see you...I can’t help but feel like it might be the last time. People change so fast, I want you to leave, change as long as you’re happy. I tell u this all the time. You probably don’t understand why I look so sad sometimes...I can’t help but almost cry. I hold onto you & savor every second bc I know it’s only a matter of time. I can only hope to experience a love 1/10 as incredible as this again. Odds are, you’ll meet someone else. Or you’ll lose feelings for me. I feel like you’re losing interest already. As soon as the puppy love phase is over most of my relationships are over. I allowed myself to trust him, I believed for the first time- that someone might stay. I foolishly thought he was my future. I thought he would be my husband. While I was growing more & more committed, he was just figuring out an exit strategy. Even though I was painfully afraid that no one could ever love me, that the concept of marriage is an impossible scam, I chose to do my best to silence those fears. To believe in love. When he dumped me, I had seen it coming for months. I saw the signs & couldn’t tell if I was just damaged/paranoid or if he rlly no longer loved me. I absolutely respect & support his decision. He couldn’t help that he didn’t love me or want to be with me anymore. How can I blame him? I can’t say I love myself either. If I could exit my own existence I rlly would. Love hurts so much. After him, I had dated guys casually, every one only for a couple months at the most. I knew on the first date w every one that- unless my feelings changed significantly, I don’t even like this person enough to...see any sort of future as realistic. But getting to know someone, sometimes things change so I’d give it a shot. I didn’t take things too seriously. It probably took me around 6 months to let go of my ex. Like as rude as this is, I know there’s a lot of fish in the sea but.. there are so so many that I would never consider “dating”. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can rlly help that I deep down have always wanted to be married. Not in the societal sense- but in like the actual lifestyle? Like I don’t care about a ring, but I want someone to experience life with. I want to become a team. I could give up “romantic” love & like marry a friend but they all get boyfriends & most people want families. But I’m 21, so maybe I’ll meet someone who’s down to just be homies & spend their life w me? I’m open to it. HMU. Maybe I’m just meant to go through life alone & connect w different people like a revolving door through fleeting relationships where they’re kind of there but always gone just as fast as they arrived. Long term monogamy is probably a fairy tail that the stupid baby boomers made me believe. Damn them. Damn you Greg. Your whole generation w the “you’ll meet the right guy one day & get married” didn’t rlly explain all the like heartbreak that inevitably lead to the modern divorce rate. Now I’m just trying to unlearn my romanticized concept of love/marriage. So Jake leaves. Experienced the most pain I ever have in my entire life. I learned my lesson, you never rlly know how people feel & nothing lasts forever. “Are we...do u still want to be engaged, you don’t seem sure about us anymore.” -“idk.” To be proposed to, be happier than I had ever been at the time & then have him change his mind about what I wanted to be the rest of my life..hurted a whole lot. So I’m trying my hardest to go slow. To have no expectations. To accept that you’re going to leave at some indefinite point- tomorrow, next month, next year- to not get too attached. I can’t fucking control that I wanna ride you right now in broad daylight parked in my car on the side of the road. I couldn’t stop myself from loving you even if I never see you again, I’ll still love u. Just texting that last sentence uncontrollably brought tears to me eyes. I’m crying right now. I didn’t choose to. It’s 1:30am. What am I supposed to do? What is balanced? I’m figuring it out because my feelings are way too much so if I actually did what I wanted to do, we’d have been married yesterday. I see u 3 times a week? Should I ? Is that too much? What’s uh...you usually...you know me. You know I desperately want you. So all the times we’ve seen each other is when you want to see me cus you know I want to see u. So. It’s too late, like way too late for me to play it cool. The more time you spend w me, the faster you’ll come to hate me. So for me, I wanna spend all the time I have in this life w you, but it’s confusing cus the more time I spend eyou, I know that I’m actively ruining us. So it’s rough out here. It’s exactly like an addiction. I just have to like? Not be dependent. Play it cool. The only way for me to be cool is to not like talk or be around you. If I’m opening my mouth or texting you- I’m saying the most explicit extra disgusting horrible things. I wish I could fake it or practice self control. But I actually can’t. If I had self control...I wouldn’t have any of these problems. But no. Every time I touch you I feel so guilty and annoying. I remember laying in bed w my ex and laying as far as possible away from him so I wouldn’t bother him cus he stopped cuddling me. He stopped holding my hand. He stopped kissing me. We didn’t have sex. I remember wishing I could touch him but I could tell he didn’t want to touch me anymore. I just slept there, otherwise I would just stay out as much as possible. I would cry in my car after work at midnight. So I wouldn’t wake him up. The truth is, I think this experience might fuck me up for the rest of my life. I can’t. I want to spend every second w you, but I feel like I’m cancer & I don’t want to ruin your life. I made him miserable even when I was doing my very best to make him happy. I understand that at some point most couples live together, I’m assuming you eventually want to live with your partner. But this experience was so traumatic for me that I don’t know how to trust myself. Space is good but like? I don’t even understand that sentence. My body is impulsive. Before I even can consciously process that what I’m doing is too much, I’m sexually touching you. I honestly have never felt this way before so I’m learning how to control it. I’ll do better next time. I hope.

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