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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Just Once

Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!reader

non-canonical timeskip.

word count: 3.5k

content warnings: makki’s pov. honestly this is pretty much just friends to lovers fluff with some healthy smut thrown in at the end. technically unprotected sex but no attention is called to it.

based on this request

Makki was sure you didn’t even realize you were half asleep, so when he shoved your shoulder you nearly jumped across the room.

“What the hell?” you yelped. He laughed and stood.

“Not on my watch! Sit up. Come on. I got you.”

He dragged you into a seated position and grabbed a bright pink energy drink from the fridge. He flopped back down in front of you and held out his hand.

“Drink this.”

You saw what he was holding and snorted.

“Why?”

“So you can stay up with me, stupid. You asked to sleep over. I expect fully conscious best friend bonding time.”

You rolled your eyes but took the can anyway.

“I asked to sleep over, not stay up all night,” you said, popping open the can. You held it up to your lips and took an experimental sip.

“How is it?” he asked. You winced and shook your shoulders.

“It tastes like drugged up cotton candy.” You held it up to your lips, then hesitated. “Am I supposed to feel it as it goes through my veins?”

“You are, actually. It’s great.” He picked up his own drink and nearly spilled it on the carpet before taking a long sip. Using your logic, his was a deliciously metallic green apple flavor.

You moved to set your drink down but Makki caught your hands in his own.

“Oh, no you don’t. Come on. Open.” He sat up to between your knees and tipped the drink back toward your lips. “I can sip. You gotta chug.”

You made a muffled sound in protest but let the liquid fall past your lips anyway, grumpily holding his gaze as you drained a good portion of the can. He set it down beside you and shot you what was supposed to be an innocent smile.

“You’re an idiot,” you said.

“Indeed. Feeling more awake?” he asked. You shrugged.

“I’m sure I will once the heart palpitations set in.”

“I know CPR. You’ll be fine.”

He settled back onto the floor and resumed staring at the ceiling. You had bought him one of those little constellation lights for his last birthday, and since it was freezing outside they were the best possible substitute for stargazing. You laid down next to him, fingers laced on your chest. Quiet music came from your phone in the corner, virtually untouched since you arrived hours earlier. Matsukawa always joked that when you hung out together it was like you entered a void, completely impossible to locate until you were separated, and he was right. With you here, this was the only room that existed. You were floating around in space and would be sucked out into nothing as soon as you tried to leave.

You rolled over and leaned against your hand.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked. Makki didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to.

“Matsukawa,” he said. You scoffed.

“Why? Making a tier list of our friend’s eyebrows?”

“Hair, actually. His curls give him a pretty big advantage.”

“They are nice, I’ll give you that. But not nice enough to make up for his shitty personality.”

It wasn’t nearly as fun ripping into him when he wasn’t there to defend himself, but you both laughed anyway.

Makki considered your words for a moment. In all honesty, Matsukawa would place pretty high on all of those lists. A humor list too. And probably an overall looks list. He was certainly the more popular in high school, and had only come more into his own since graduating.

“You know, I always thought Matsukawa was the better looking of the two of us.” The words slipped out before he could even consider stopping them. He froze and turned to you. To his surprise you were studying his face with the interest he might have expected from a doctor and their patient. When you didn’t respond, he realized he was nervous. Why, he didn’t know, but he really, really needed you to respond.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” he breathed.

“Issei is handsome,” you said. Well, fuck.

“Good, good. These years of insecurity were warranted. Good to know.”

You smacked his shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up while I speak to you.” He laughed but held his tongue. You continued. “Issei is handsome, but you are too. Just in different ways. Neither is better or worse.”

He stared at you stupidly. “Thanks?”

“Don’t say it like it’s a question! I’m being serious.”

“I can tell. It’s just a funny compliment to get.”

“Well, think about it. The sunrise is beautiful. The sunset is beautiful. Two things can be totally different and equally lovely at the same time.”

He gazed at you, face scrunched and unable to decide between confusion and understanding.

“Do you get it?” you asked

“Yeah, yeah. I think so.” He paused and considered what you said. “So, which am I?” You made a face.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“It’s your metaphor!”

“You’re sunrise, dummy.” You ruffled his hair. “I thought you’d get that.”

He smiled. He could work with sunrise.

“So, which do you prefer?” he asked. “Sunrise or sunset?” You huffed a laugh and your eyes fell to the carpet, where you had started playing with a loose string.

“I try not to play favorites,” you said. He watched your face carefully. A small smile played on your lips, the same one that always appeared when you were alone with him. “But there’s a reason I don’t drag you outside as the sun is going down.”

He stared at you, and you stared right back. An unexpected but deeply familiar feeling settled in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he swallowed hard and returned to laying on his back. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for being honest.”

“I know. But for my own sake, thanks.”

Makki could feel your eyes scanning his face, but he kept his gaze trained on the ceiling.

“You know, you’re good looking too,” he said.

“Yeah? You come up with a fancy metaphor for me?”

He snorted and turned onto his side again. Your lips were curled into the prettiest shadow of a smile and he could feel his mouth going dry.

“I’m not good at talking like that. But you’re just so familiar.” He reached out and absentmindedly traced his fingers over the back of your hand. He tried his best to not look at your face, because he could feel his heating up and the warmth was making it hard to think straight. He stilled his hand and laid it on top of yours as was finally able to piece his thoughts together. “You feel like home.”

When he finally looked at you your lips were parted in surprise. He hadn’t expected that reaction. Was what he said been that outlandish? You had been friends forever. Of course he felt like that around you.

“Thank you, Makki,” you said. His mouth twitched into a smirk.

“You don’t need to thank me for being honest.” The repeated phrase forced a laugh out of you, but he couldn’t quite place the look on your face.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“You just did,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to show he was serious.

“Okay, okay,” you said. “Shoot.”

“Why don’t you call me by my given name?”

You scoffed.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not true! There has to be a reason.”

“It feels too special. I don’t want to use it like that.”

“You use Mattsun’s!”

“Yeah, well.”

He frowned, amused, and leaned in closer. You wrinkled your nose and tried to back away.

“Well, what?” he asked.

“I don’t know how to explain it! It’s just different. Too intimate.” You said the last part quietly, like you didn’t want him to hear it.

“So why can you use his ‘intimate’ name and not mine?”

“Because it feels different with you.”

“Why?”

You were staring at him, an apprehensive look on your face. He paused, and the new information finally clicked. Oh.

You both hesitated.

“Do you want me to say it or do you get it?” you whispered.

“I think I get it?”

You blew out a frustrated sigh and covered your face with your hands.

“Don’t say it like a question!”

“Fine, fine, fine. I genuinely think I get it but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

“So you get it but you’re not going to do anything to show me that you get it?”

“See? You get it.”

“Makki!”

“What? You know I can’t turn it off.” He grinned. “It’s like an impulse.”

“You’re an impulsive ass?”

“I am. That’s why we fit so well together. You’re an impulsive ass tamer.”

You let out a surprised laugh.

“And what does that make Issei?”

Makki waved his hand dismissively.

“Oh, forget about him. I wanna focus on us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, us. I’m still on this given name bullshit.”

“God,” you groaned. “Can we move on to another topic?”

“Not until I’m sure that I know what I think I know.”

“Hanamaki Takahiro, I am going to end your bloodline.”

He perked up and pointed at your face.

“Ah! You said it! Now just say it on its own.”

“Hanamaki.”

“Fuck! No. Not that one.”

You stared at him seriously.

“Just try it!” he begged. “Then I’ll stop bugging you.”

“Forever?”

“Hell no, just about this.”

You groaned and rubbed your hands over your face. You took a deep breath and set your jaw.

“Just once?” you asked.

“Just once. Unless I want to hear it again.”

“If you’re going to be weird I’m not going to say it!”

“Fine! Fine. I’m shutting up.” He motioned like he was zipping up his lips and handing you the key. You laughed and pretended to take it, closing your hand into a fist and laying it between you.

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. He pretended not to notice the way it faltered on the way out. You looked him seriously in the eye.

“Takahiro.”

Shit.

He expected it to feel silly, so much hype up for something incredibly stupid. But it wasn’t. It felt a little too good to be silly. It felt really good. It felt right.

He held out his hand. Your brows pulled together until he pointed at your hand, then his face. You let out a ridiculous laugh and held two fingers close to his mouth, pretending to unzip his lips again. He caught your hand before you could fully pull it away, cradling it against his face.

“You know, that’s the prettiest anyone has ever said it.” He didn’t register the words that were forming until they were out and he was cringing, waiting for you to tell him to fuck off. Instead, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t be embarrassing.”

“What? The more you say it the less strange it feels for both of us.” He scooted against the ground, bringing his body even closer to yours. “Do it again.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Takahiro.”

Fuck.

You sat in silence. You stared at each other, unwavering and perfectly comfortable, neither of you making any move to turn away. Makki broke the silence with a sharp breath.

“Can I try something?” he asked. You looked apprehensive but he went on. “If I totally misread the situation that’s fine, I won’t be offended. Just, can I?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t care.”

Well, shit. He was suddenly frozen.

You know what? No. You were one of his best friends. If he fucked up, you’d tell him, then you’d laugh about it, and best of all, you’d never ever tell Matsukawa. That was the kind of friend you were. You were perfect. You were his.

He pushed up on his elbow and leaned over you. He could see your eyes widen in surprise, then settle back into something nervous but not apprehensive. He was so close to you. At this distance he could feel every pull of your breath against his face. God, he could do this. If worst came to worst you could laugh about it and return to being best friends. He might die as he did this, but if he was honest, he was more likely going to die if he didn’t.

He reached up and ran a hand through your hair. Then, he cupped the side of your face, leaned in, and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours.

For a moment he panicked because you didn’t move. You were frozen against him, and he had fucked up so horribly he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to laugh it off.

Then you weren’t frozen and there was a hand buried in his hair, and he let out the most relieved sigh of his life.

He swore he could feel you smiling as he finally let himself move, lips shifting against yours like they had always been there. You fit against him so perfectly it almost surprised him, but only almost. You had always been in sync, ready to back him up with a joke or laugh or the end of a snarky comment that he couldn’t quite get out. You were his other half and it only made sense that your lips were made just for each other.

He planted a knee on the ground between your legs and propped himself up above you, shivering when your hands ran down his sides.

Makki knew he was a good kisser, but with the responsive, welcoming way your mouth moved against his, he became painfully aware that he had never experienced a truly great kiss until now. He felt your tongue nudge his lips and he parted them, letting you deepen the kiss. You tasted like the stupid cotton candy energy drink and the sweet, familiar breath of someone that he adored.

Your fingertips danced along his abdomen, then his hipbones, finally coming to rest just slightly dipped under the band of his pajama pants. There was no longer the hesitance of friendship in your hands, and when he cradled the back of your neck, he realized the feeling was affecting him too. You were trembling, and so was he, drunk on the feeling of a familiar but entirely new body. Playful touches couldn’t compare to harsh fingers grasping at whatever skin they could find, eliciting small sighs and dizzying gasps.

He dipped his head down and planted kisses along your jaw. Your hands closed into fists and you tipped your head back, letting his tongue move down to you neck. He might have been leaving hickies. He honestly didn’t know. All he cared about was absorbing as much of you as he could as quickly as possible.

You brought up your knees so he was sandwiched between your legs and he shuddered. He thought the kiss would be enough. Hell, he didn’t even think you’d receive it this enthusiastically. But he could feel that he was turned on, and you were definitely going to be able to tell if he didn’t slow down a little. He brought his lips back to yours and tried to lower the tension, ease up the pace, but then your legs were wrapped tightly around him, forcing him to grind against you.

Oh, fuck.

You grabbed his face on either side and licked into his mouth like you were trying to own him, and jesus he was starting to believe you did. His arms were braced on either side of you, desperately trying to keep him from completely melting, but it wasn’t working at all.

He was distantly aware that he was hard, but he didn’t think about it until one of your hands had left his face to paw at him through his pajamas. He gasped and felt you smile into the kiss, rubbing your palm up his length, nearly able to wrap your hand around him through the thin fabric. He pulled away from your lips and looked at you seriously, or as seriously as he could when his brain was actively trying to vacate his skull.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

You ground your hand harder against him.

“Getting shy on me, Takahiro?”

He let out a shaky breath and shook his head. You stared up at him with a smug smile and he had the urge to kiss it off your face.

“Shut up,” he grumbled. You smiled and pulled him down by the back of his neck.

“Make me.”

He cut off any further comment by connecting your lips, trying to fight off a grin. You managed to maneuver the front of his pajamas down and he gasped as the cool air hit him. He braced himself against the floor with an elbow and you used the moment of surprise to wrap your legs around him and lock his hips against you.

He ground against you once and was met with the sudden, dizzying realization that you weren’t wearing anything under your loose pajama shorts. He filed that information away for later, when he could sit down and ask himself just how many times you had laid beside him like that. One of your hands gripped his hair tighter as he pushed himself against you once more, trying to give you the opportunity to take the lead.

“Jesus,” you said suddenly, reaching down and taking hold of his length. “Just fuck me already.”

That sentence alone could have killed him, but his train of thought was derailed as you lined him up between your legs and held onto his shoulders, begging him to get closer. He readjusted his forearm on the floor above your head and pushed inside of you with one fluid motion.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. He tipped his forehead against your face, trying to regain some semblance of self control as he withdrew and thrust forward again. The way you groaned and dug your fingertips into his back made that nearly impossible.

He set a slow, grinding pace, letting himself swim in your quiet moans before silencing them with a kiss. Your hands moved back to his hair, holding him close as your tongue met his. The motion felt so natural that he barely registered that you had only kissed for the first time a few minutes ago. It felt like you’d been his forever.

You broke the kiss but Makki kept his face pressed against yours.

“Takahiro,” you sighed. “A little faster.”

He nearly lost control of his body as he obeyed, quick breaths leaving his lips involuntarily with every movement. Your moans were driving him crazy. He wanted to taste them, drink in every bit of you until you were shaking beneath him. He captured your lips in a kiss again and shifted a hand between your legs, circling your clit as he continued thrusting into you.

The sound that left your throat was muffled against his lips, but he swore he would never forget it. Your breath was quick against his skin and the kiss became messier with every motion. One of your hands flew around his bicep, like you were trying to anchor yourself as he continued pushing into you.

Fuck, Makki was close. The harder you panted, the tighter your grip on him was, the faster he hurtled toward the edge. You were moaning into his mouth, and his fingers were moving faster between your legs, and his arm was cramping just a little bit from holding himself above you, but then you were breaking the kiss and your back was arching and holy shit.

Makki’s hips stuttered and he let out the most embarrassing, full-bodied groan he was capable of. He had to snap his other arm up to avoid collapsing on top of you. He stopped moving and basked in the little shocked breaths that left your body, even after you had stopped shaking. He rolled off of you and closed his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he said. Laughter cut through his words, but he could tell you were having the same problem as your chest heaved. He could see you rearranging your clothes out of the corner of his eye. You paused while readjusting your shirt.

“Makki, you gave me a hickie,” you said. He shoved your arm.

“You don’t get to call me Makki after I just made you come.”

You laughed loudly and flicked his head. He continued staring at the ceiling until he felt you turn over and lay a hand on his chest. He looked down and you were studying him, an amused expression on your face.

“Think Issei will know something’s up?” you asked.

“Of course,” he said. “He notices everything. But deny till you die, right?” You smiled and he pressed a long kiss to your lips, relishing the feeling of your breath dancing over his skin.

This was the only room in existence. You were the only person in the universe, and yours were the only lips he had ever kissed. Nothing mattered besides you and him, right now, exactly where you were supposed to be.

#i have a final tomorrow but instead of preparing i finally finished this #oh to be hanamaki takahiro’s best friend that he’s secretly in love with #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #makki smut #makki x reader #hanamaki smut #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro smut #hanamaki takahiro x reader

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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daddy issues - chapter iii

The one where Ransom doesn’t feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.

When Ransom’s latest one night stand lets him know that he’s going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist. It’s being constantly updated

Leaving work later that day, Ransom was submerged in his own thoughts in a way he hadn’t been ever since he was a teen. Of course, his family - with the exception of his grandfather - thought he didn’t have much in his head, but the truth was that sometimes, he felt like he had too much. So, in an effort not to lose his mind, he decided to let it all go just before he turned fifteen. Everything. Every preoccupation, his mother’s expectations, his fear of never being good enough. That had served him well up until a couple of months ago. Sure, it meant that he’d created quite a reputation for himself and he’d been involved in one too many drunk endeavors he would have preferred not to be associated with, but at least he had something to share, stories to tell. That would ultimately be extremely beneficial to him if he ever did decide to take his grandfather’s advice and write a book. But then came the news that Harlan would cut him out of the will if he didn’t get his act together, along with the proposal that he should take over the publishing company, since his uncle was being reallocated to another family business, and he thought to himself, maybe this is it. Maybe this is the time to settle back and become what he’d dreaded so much. Maybe it’s time for him to forget about fun and amusement and discover what exactly was so great about maturing. So he accepted the job and tried to focus on what he was supposed to be doing. Who he was supposed to be. It seemed like the right thing to do after he’d spent so long trying to run from any sort of difficulty in life. It seemed like he owed his grandfather at least that. But over the next few months, it became increasingly difficult to fulfill his duties without seriously reconsidering everything he had been before and everything he had tried to avoid thinking about, which had lead to his admittedly stupid impulsive behavior. Ransom was in his late thirties now, and he was only starting to realize just how messed up he was. And that meant that the last thing he thought himself capable of becoming right now was a father. Actually, Ransom had never even considered the possibility of ever becoming one. I mean, he liked the part that came before, very much in fact, but despite his playboy ways, he’d always been very careful about using a condom, especially since he didn’t want to deal with precisely the type of problem he was going through right now. But of course, even he knew that condoms failed and with his luck (and the amount of sexual partner he’d had) it was only a matter of time until it happened. Fuck. What the hell was he going to do? It’s not like he even had a proper parental figure to learn from, considering his father was an even lousier son-of-a-bitch than him and his mother was a controlling freak. What was he going to do? Ransom was startled when he realized he was nowhere near his house when he’d finally been able to snap out from his thoughts. In fact, his feet had taken him in the opposite direction, and he found himself easily following the familiar path to his grandfather’s house. Just as the castle-like mansion appeared in front of him, he sighed, looking up at the window of Harlan’s office. It seemed like he was awake. He wondered what his grandfather would have to say about this situation. Harlan managed to be even more unpredictable than Ransom most times. Still, Ransom knew that if there was ever someone who was capable of giving him any advice he’d actually follow, it was him. Harlan, of course, knew something was up the second Ransom stepped foot in his room. He’d always been the one person capable of reading his grandson, and that meant he was probably the only one who actually somewhat understood him. “Well, Ransom, it’s very nice of you to come and visit me when there’s no family dinner forcing you to, but care to share what actually made you drive all the way here? I know it has nothing to do with the company, otherwise, I would have already heard about it from one of the managers.” Ransom couldn’t really be surprised about Harlan and his knowledge of him, so he settled for some feeling kind of comfort at knowing at least someone in this world could see right through him and actually cared enough to ask about his problems. “I… I got someone pregnant.” The words came out weirdly easily, and it felt like some of the weight that’d been placed on him had now disappeared. He raised his eyes to meet Harlan’s, after his grandfather didn’t offer any immediate reaction, and the anticipation made him grow irritated again. He really should learn other automatic responses. “Aren��t you going to say anything?” Harlan took a deep breath before answering, a tiny smile playing on his lips. “What are you expecting me to say? Congratulations or I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner?” The young man rolled his eyes, impulsively getting up from his seat to pace around the room. His mind was failing him, he couldn’t hold on to a single thought for more than a millisecond. He’d come all the way here in the hopes that Harlan would know what to do, the right thing to say to shed some light on the mess that was his mind, but he should have known better. That was not how his grandfather worked. But his grandfather knew how *he worked. So he patiently waited, watching with piercing attention as Ransom tried to get a grip over his thoughts. He knew his grandson would need time, but he would voice his concerns sooner or later. And then, he’d be able to actually help, once he determined what precisely was Ransom’s problem with the entire situation. “I’m not father material,” the young man suddenly blurted out, running his fingers through his hair and inadvertently messing his usually impeccable styling. Harlan smiled to himself, knowing only a year before this would never happen, not without his grandson suddenly leaping towards the nearest reflective surface just to adjust his hair. He’d changed so much already, but he still was overcome by doubts. “I don’t think… I think the baby would be better off not knowing me.” And there it was. That overwhelming sense of insecurity was the reason for Ransom being the way he was. No matter how hard he tried to run away from it, pretend it wasn’t there, Harlan knew his grandson too well. And now that he was starting to change his life, facing his biggest problem was going to happen sooner or later. Since there was a baby in question, thank God it was sooner rather than later. “My boy, I understand why you would think that. It’s not like you have had great parental examples to guide you in such a journey, and I even accept my part of the blame in that. But I think you have the wrong idea of what being a parent truly is like. No matter how it may seem to our kids, no single adult suddenly is struck by the obvious guidelines of how to be a perfect parent. We figure out as we go, and we make mistakes along the way. A lot of them. So I think the question that really matters here is… do *you want to be around to witness your child grow? Or would you be okay never really knowing what became of him or her?” Harlan braced himself for the answer, knowing it would deeply affect him one way or another, but also aware that he couldn’t let Ransom see what his reaction would be like. It would only make the younger man angry. It was important for him to think he was the only one in charge of his decisions, and the only one affected by them. When it became clear that Ransom was too lost in his own mind to come out with an answer just yet, his grandfather pressed on. “Look, Ransom, parenting is a skill, just like writing. Some people are born naturally talented, others have to rise to the occasion. You just have to figure out if you’re up for the challenge, because if you aren’t… I think it’d be best if you let them be.” A few more seconds of heavy silence where Ransom still wouldn’t meet his eyes passed, and Harlan decided to ask, “Tell me, is *she ‘mother material’?” His grandson took a deep breath, once more running his fingers through his hair before admitting, “I don’t know. I barely know her at all. But she’s a professor. Of law, out of anything. And she seemed… good. Better than me, at least, and that’s a relief.” The older man couldn’t help but laugh at how Ransom’s sense of humor tended to show its face in the weirdest of situations. He knew what his grandson should do, that he’d regret not giving this a try, but he also knew no good could come from trying to force Ransom into doing something when he wasn’t ready for or didn’t want to do it. So all he could do was wait, and hope the younger man would find the right answer by himself. “I think I know what I want to do.” Harlan couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in Ransom’s eye as he left the house without even remembering to say goodbye.

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ayatosmlktea · 3 years

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best boyfriend series | bokuto

A/N: thank you very much bri for making this banner after I gave up! We all know bokuto is the worlds best boyfriend, and if you don’t agree I hope this convinces you!

Tags: @bakugoustanaccount @hoekaashi

I got really carried away with the backstory aha oops

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- You and bokuto meet your first year of high school, you happen to get stuck together during orientation and you like his talkative extroverted nature

- You end up being in the same homeroom together while you situate yourself in a seat near the back of the class by the window bokuto makes his way over to you and sits down next to you

- You guys shared one other class, science, one of your better subjects and one of his worst, so you spend lots of time helping him understand the work

- The humour flows really well between the two of you, you enjoy his company as much as he enjoys yours and more than once you guys get called out for goofing off too much

- Lots of moments are spent where he’s making you laugh so hard you have to keep it all in and your cheeks burn from how hard you’re smiling

- You guys text each other outside of class, he asks for help doing the english homework which results in you guys calling each other and laughing over him pronouncing the vocabulary

- He finds your laugh the cutest thing he’s ever heard and goes out of his way to make you laugh ever opportunity he has

- He asks you to come to a few of his volleyball practices - to show off obviously- he lives for the praise you give him but you know this so you often tease him for his mistakes just to see him pout although you’re always sure to remind him that he’s talented

- During his games when he nails a really good spike he’ll search you out in the crowd after and seeing you cheer him on excitedly makes him feel like he could play 100 matches and not get tired

- It’s the end of his second year when bokuto begins to realize that he likes you as more than a friend, that the erratic beating of his heart is because he has feelings for you that go deeper than platonic friendship it makes him nervous

- He starts to notice the things he didn’t pay attention to before like the way you bite your bottom lip when you’re deep in concentration or the way your eyes shine when he makes you laugh

- The nervous shy smile you get when he pulls you into him so you don’t get bumped into in crowded spaces

- He’s never gotten jealous over another guy touching you before but Konoha clearly trying to flirt with you sparks something in him to make you his

-Bokuto starts to think about how his life would be if you weren’t in it and comes to the realization that you’re different from his other friends, he sees you as something more but he’s scared to ruin the relationship you have and doesn’t think you would ever think of him that way

- Spends the entire summer thinking about being in a relationship with you and there were many times he hyped himself up to text you and tell you but every time he backed out

- He doesn’t think you’re in his league, especially when you showed up on the first day of your third year looking like an absolute goddess, you guys hadn’t hung out at all that summer and he almost didn’t recognize you

- Your smile is different than before, it makes his whole body tingle with nervous excitement, its brighter like you’ve become more confident in yourself and he can see why

- He thinks you’re absolutely radiant

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- The day he asks you out comes when you’ve stayed late after school to work on a project

- You both finish at the same time, he insists on walking you home like he’s always done before

- You hadn’t planned on leaving this late and were met with a cold wind upon exiting the building

- Bokuto quickly bounded up to you offering you his volleyball jacket which you gladly took without a second thought, it was something you’d done a hundred times before but this time had Bokuto wishing that he could grab your small hand in his and pull you in for a kiss

- “Bo? You good?” you inquire waving your hand in front of his face calling his attention back to the present

- You notice that he’s fidgeting more than usual and he looks ..kinda constipated

- You were no stranger to calling Bokuto out when he started getting weird and in his head so you stopped walking and turned to face him telling him to spill whatever was on his mind

- Bokuto’s eyes widen clearly not expecting to have been called out so soon, you can see the uncharacteristic indecisiveness swimming in his eyes and it makes you start to feel uneasy

- You were expecting him to say something about not wanting to be friends anymore, you knew you had changed over the summer and maybe he didn’t like who you were now

- What you weren’t expecting was for him to practically scream a confession at you

- When he was done you both stared at each other, you not knowing what to say and in shock at the fact that the guy you’ve had a crush on for 3 years has confessed that he feels the same way you do

- Your silence is his eyes indicates rejection and he feels as though he’s been kicked in the gut but he tells you to forget what he said and shoves his hands in his sweater pockets mentally berating himself for being stupid enough to think you would like him back

- You reach out and grab his elbow stopping him from walking away, you don’t say anything and instead stand on your tiptoes to place the softest kiss on his lips

- Both of your faces heat up but neither of you move away from each other, you whisper that you like him too and have liked him for years and he can’t help but laugh in relief

- He pulls you into a hug and spins you around before holding your face in both his warm hands and kisses you again making your headspin and your heart race

- The next day all your friends are relieved when you show up to school holding hands claiming that watching the two of you pine over each other so obviously and not doing anything about it was painful

- Bokuto as your boyfriend!!!! finally

- Bokuto is your #1 hype man, for everything

- Doesn’t matter how big or small it is he’s always happy when you succeed

- Every time you post a selfie on instagram he’s always the first one to comment in all caps exclaiming how beautiful you look

- Also the kind of boyfriend to make you stop when you guys go out so he can a bunch of pictures of you, tells you to pose, tells you how pretty you look with the sun making your skin and eyes pop

- He kisses you every chance he gets, just peppers your face with kisses because his heart is overflowing with so much love for you that he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than to express it through kissing you

- Loves skin to skin contact, when you’re lying in bed together he’ll lift your shirt up and press your back against his chest with his arms cuddling your stomach

- Screenshots every snapchat you send him, even the ones you think are ugly because he thinks you always look beautiful especially when you’re being dorky

- He loves going for hikes, being the active person that he is he’d def be down for a lot of outdoor activities

- Kuroo still has the pictures on his phone from when you all went down to the lake for the weekend and Bokuto tipped your kayak over. At the time you had been anything but happy with your clothes and hair soaking wet but the memory of it now made you chuckle

- Your size difference is his favourite thing about the relationship, you’re so small you barely reach his shoulders and it makes him feel fuzzy inside knowing that only he gets to hold you close against his big beefy chest

- Insists on paying for literally e v e r y t h i n g

- It doesn't matter how much money you make, he always wants to treat you because you’re his baby, don't bother trying to fight with him bc you're going to lose

- Not only can he physically overpower you from being able to read the machine to pass your card but he’ll just pull some shit out like “can’t a guy treat his beautiful girlfriend?”

- If you mention in passing something you’ve been craving like food/candy/snacks etc he’ll go get it for you, if he notices you are looking at something you've been wanting to get yourself for a while but are hesitating bc its too expensive or you don't think you deserve it - you got it, he’s going to buy it for you

- Everyday is valentine’s day for Bokuto so there’s never a day you don’t feel loved and cherished, he buys you new flowers every week with a cute note attached saying something he loves about you

- On the actual day, he just sees it as an excuse to go all out for you, breakfast in bed, your favourite chocolates and/or candy waiting for you in the kitchen, obviously he’s gonna insist on waking you up with his favourite meal...if you know what I mean

- He insists on picking you up from work when he has the chance, especially if you’re working late

- When he has to leave early for practice he spends the few moments he has between waking up and getting dressed to cuddle you, buries his face in your neck and enjoys the sound of you snoring softly

- Always kisses you goodbye, one on your forehead and one on your lips

- Sends you a good morning text so you wake up to something happy because he knows you get sad when you wake up and he’s gone all day

- If he has to leave the city for a game or something else work related he makes sure his side of the bed smells enough like him that isnt overpowering but is enough for you to hug while he’s gone and have some comfort

- Sends you pictures everyday until he’s back and while you learn to cope with him being gone he nevers sleeps right without you

- He misses you even more than you miss him, he’s a clingy baby and needs your validation that you love him as much as he loves you

- Everyone gets insecure sometimes, including Boktuo and when he’s having one of those days all he wants to do is lie his head down on your chest while you play with hair and cuddle

- Bokuto is the kind of guy who knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you, I feel like depending on his mood he’s either antsy to propose or he’s not in a rush because he’s enjoying the lives you two are leading right now

- He’s had the ring he’s going to use to propose to you with for a solid year before it happens

- I also feel like he’d do some shit like pull the ring out while you’re not looking and take a picture to show you on the days leading up to the proposal

- He’ll take you to the beach to watch the sunrise with you and although you’re cranky and complaining that it’s too early to be awake you know the view will be worth it

- What you aren’t expecting is for him to get really serious as the first splashes of blue and pink hit the horizon while he talks about how he never imagined you’d become so important to his life

- He recalls the moment he fell in love with you, it wasn’t anything romantic or particularly cute and it was a little embarrassing now that you think back on it but he remembers the two of you joking around during lunch and him making you laugh so hard you snorted out milk through your nose

- He doesn’t know what it was about that moment but it had stuck with him all these years, he talks about how he wants to spend every morning waking up to you, bed head and morning breath and all

- He thanks you for being so patient with him during his time growing up in high school, he tells you he’s grateful you were there for him when he was feeling the worst about himself

- He starts to choke up as he talks about knowing that he wants the spend the rest of his life with you and that he’ll spend everyday making you the happiest woman alive and making sure you know how loved and appreciated you are

- By the end you’re both crying and when you choke out a yes he grabs you into a tight bear hug and can’t stop smiling the rest of the day

#bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #bokuto koutarou #bokuto headcanons #bokuto imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #hq x reader #hq x you #hq headcanons #hq imagines #koutarou x reader #koutarou x you #best boyfriend series

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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Newfound Family (Chris Evans x Reader)

REQUEST: Could you write a chris evans x reader where the reader has a really bad relationship with her family and never talks to them so she doesnt understand the closeness between chris and his mom and shes just kinda weirded out (angst and then fluff) from @rororo06

Hope you enjoy <3

Warning: bad family relationship, language (but not really lol), bad writing

Word Count: 1.9k (I got carried away with this)

Feedback is appreciated!

Chris didn’t have to be a genius to know that you were nervous. From the way your thumbs fiddled against one another to the way your leg anxiously bounced as you sat in the passenger seat. It was obvious.

“You alright?” He asked, glancing over to you as he drove. You let out a hum in response. He chuckled, reaching over and taking your closest hand in his, raising it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, a small smile on his face. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s just my family.”

“Just your family?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. “Chris, I think your grip on reality is a little loose.”

“Don’t be scared to meet them,” Chris shook his head, the grin on his face got wider. “They’ll love you.”

“And if they don’t?”

“Guess you’re walking home, then.” You scoffed at his response, pulling your hand from his. “I’m kidding!”

“I’m not.”

“They’ll love you,” he reassured as he took your hand back.

You frowned, losing yourself in your own head. You thought back to your family. You’ve been estranged for so long. You don’t even remember the last time you spoke to your parents. The last interaction you had with a blood relative was a small “happy birthday” comment on your sibling’s Instagram post a year ago. They didn’t even bother to respond.

Your upbringing wasn’t like how it was in the movies. Your parents weren’t the kindest people. You were pushed to be the best, so that they could flaunt your successes as their own. However, that didn’t save you from the mishaps.

If you were one point off from a perfect score, you were sent to your room without dinner. If you defended yourself, you were whooped and called disrespectful. If you spoke in a way that they didn’t appreciate, you were locked outside the house.

You spent years trying to make yourself their perfect child, but they always found a flaw.

They wanted you to become a doctor. They talked highly of you when you received your acceptance letter to Stanford University. They were willing to pay the expensive tuition just so they can brag about you to their snobby friends.

However, you got accepted to your dream school for your passion. It was what you wanted to do. You were even gifted scholarship though it didn’t cover all the expenses.

Ultimately, you decided to do something for yourself for once - to make yourself happy. But that meant your parents cut you off completely.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear Chris say, “after this, I should meet your family.” You nearly choked.

“Um, I’ll have to see when my parents are free,” you muttered as you watched him pull into the family home.

“Just let me know. I’ll clear my schedule,” Chris smiled as he withdrew the key from the door. He quickly jogged over to your side of the car to open your door. You quietly thanked him as you both walked towards the front door.

Without even pressing the doorbell, the door swung open to reveal his mother. She had a big smile on her face as she engulfed her son in a hug.

“It’s been too long!” She said letting him go. His mom put her hands on his cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “Sweetheart, I forget that you’re so handsome!”

“Mom!” Chris blushed as he playfully swatted her hands away. When he finally got her to get off of him, a hand found its way around your waist. He pulled you towards his mom with a smile. “Ma, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“Hello, (Y/N)!” His mom beamed, immediately wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a hug much like the one she just gave her son.

You let out an awkward laugh as you patted her back. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re even more gorgeous in person!” She complimented. You blushed, muttering a thank you. “Come inside! C’mon, don’t be shy.”

You let out a shaky breath as she slung her arm over your shoulder, bringing you into the house with Chris at tow. You felt your body tense up at the touch and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend who walked behind you. She showed you both into the living room where children played while women, Chris’s sisters you assumed, were talking on the sofas.

“You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Evans,” you forced a smile though the compliment was genuine.

“Mrs. Evans... please, call me Lisa.” Mrs. Evans - Lisa shook her head as she finally let you go. “Shanna, Carly, this is (Y/N), Chris’s girlfriend.” The two sisters smiled and greeted you as Lisa exited to the kitchen.

Chris’s hands snaked around your waist again. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “hey, you okay?” You nodded. He didn’t believe you but didn’t want to push you past your comfort zone. So instead, he switched the topic. “Scott, here?”

Shanna was the one who answered. “You know him, he likes to make an entrance.” Carly and Chris laughed. Chris released you and led the both of you to sit on the sofas. The three siblings immediately began to converse.

Laughter filled the living room as jokes were thrown around. The children were very sweet, running up to Chris and you asking to be held by your boyfriend.

After around 20 minutes or so, the front door swung open to reveal another man. “The favorite has arrived!” He shouted with his arms open as the children screamed in delight, running over to their other uncle.

“More like the least favorite one has arrived late,” Chris jokingly said, pouting as the little one in his lap jumped off to join his cousins and uncle.

“Heard that!” Scott called out.

“You were supposed to!” Chris quipped in response. The Evans siblings all began to laugh at the exchange.

Chris’s family was so close with one another. Their interactions were foreign to you.

A room full of laughter would’ve been a room full of tension if it were your family. The sarcastic but playful jabs at each other would’ve resulted in consequences that normally came with a belt. A normal (L/N) get together would’ve been a competition as to who had the best life - who was the most successful child. The hugging, the compliments, even the smiles that the Evans threw your way made you uneasy.

“Excuse me,” you muttered to Chris, squeezing his bicep before finding your way into an empty hallway. You took deep breathes as you tried to calm yourself, leaning against the wall.

In a way, you were hurt. This is what a family was really like. It wasn’t the need to be the best. It wasn’t being in a constant state of fear. It wasn’t suffocating in the tension at the dining table. It was happy.

“Hey, you okay?” You heard Chris ask as he walked up to you. You looked up at him with watery eyes, shaking your head. He engulfed you in a big hug, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” you rolled your eyes at yourself as you put your head on his shoulder.

“If it’s bothering you, then it’s not stupid. Was it my mom? When she hugged you? I’m sorry... She’s just a very friendly person.” He rambled but you shook your head, pulling away from him. “Then what is it?”

“Your family is perfect,” you sighed.

“We’re nowhere near perfect,” Chris scoffed. “But we’re happy.”

“Exactly,” you said. “You guys are happy. You all live near each other because you want to live near each other. You all crack jokes and laugh... and you hug each other?” You chuckled at yourself, realizing how stupid you sounded.

“That’s just a family, babe.”

“My family isn’t like that,” you admitted. “Everyone’s vicious. They’ll find something you aren’t good at even if you make sure you’re the best at everything. They’ll pick at your insecurities just because they can. I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mom laugh or had my siblings in the same room before an argument erupted.” You gestured towards the living room as loud laughter followed after a joke Scott made. “My family doesn’t do that.”

You told him about your childhood. You explained your punishments when you did something your parents deemed was “wrong”. You told him about when you finally stood up for yourself, you were cut off completely. You struggled to pay your student debt, but you managed it because you wanted to prove your parents wrong.

You unloaded your familial baggage on your boyfriend and he listened. He always listened and gave you his undivided attention, a trait the members of your family didn’t have.

Chris exhaled through his nostrils, his brows furrowed, as he realized the reason why you didn’t talk about your siblings as much as he did. He recalled all the moments were you dodged questions about your parents. He even remembered a time when a friend of his complimented you about your success in your career and you were started by it.

“Then screw them.” Chris responded after your rant. You frowned at him. “If they don’t want to be in your life, then screw them. You’re right. That’s not a family... But baby,” he smiled, pulling you into him, “what’s mine is yours. My family most definitely can be yours, too. I love you.”

You gave him a soft smile, standing on your tip toes to peck him on the lips. “I love you, too.”

“Now, c’mon, and spend some time with our family.” You smiled at his words, taking his hand as he lead you back into the living room.

You quickly adjusted as you pushed your tainted family memories to the back of your head, allowing yourself to make new ones with Chris’s family. You got along well with his siblings and soon joined in on the Chris teasing. You even played with his nephews and nieces, who were convinced you were a Disney princess.

His mother showed you Chris’s baby photos and the two of you gushed over how adorable he was. “What happened?” you joked with your boyfriend. He only responded by sticking his tongue out at you like a child. Even his dad was fond of you by the end of the visit.

-=+=-

You smiled at the memories you made as you finished up getting ready for bed. Chris was sitting at the foot of your shared bed and you walked over to him, taking a seat. You gave your boyfriend a kiss and a tight hug. “Thank you for today,” you smiled.

“I told you they’d love you,” Chris laughed with his arms around you tightly. “Not as much as I love you, though.”

“Dork,” you laughed, lightly smacking his chest before you got into bed.

“I’m gonna go put water in Dodger’s bowl. You need anything?” Chris asked. You shook your head as you fluffed your pillow.

Chris closed the bedroom door, running over to his coat that he hung over his desk chair. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the black velvet box was still tucked in the pocket.

“She’s the one?” His mom asked him as you were saying your goodbyes to his nieces, who were sad that the ‘Disney princess’ was leaving.

A big, goofy smile found its way onto Chris’s face as he nodded. “Oh, yeah, most definitely.”

“Where’s the ring?” His dad asked. Chris fumbled in pocket for the box before showing it to his parents discreetly. “Excellent choice.”

“I know it might seem early,” Chris began. “We’ve been together for a year and a couple months now, but ... I just know.”

“Then go for it,” his mom encouraged. “She’ll be a great addition to the family.”

Chris beamed as he slid the box back into his pocket. “I know.”

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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off the grid | eight

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 2.1k

chapter warnings: cussing, more insecurities and overthinking, crying, mom and dad to the rescue, your friends back home miss you, reminiscing

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You woke up at the usual 8AM time, looking out at the city view from the bed, checking your phone to see if anything new has popped up. Christmas had finally arrived in Seoul, the sun beaming bright and early. You and Jimin hadn't talked since that night you got into an argument and to be honest, it had been taking a toll on you the past few days. You cried, and you cried. Still unsure of what to do and how to approach this, but you knew sooner or later, you were just going to have to pick yourself up and move on. Thinking about it still left this uneasy, empty feeling deep down.

You were going back home.

The month flew by in a breeze, but overall, you were grateful for your experience here. You were grateful for the new friends you met and the adventures they had taken you. You were grateful having crossed paths with Jimin, being the absolute angel he was. The amount of love and care he had showered you during your time together was more than anything you have ever experienced before. It was unreal. Golden. Pure. Unlike any other.

"Hi baby!" Your mom yells through Facetime, causing you to chuckle as you held the sheets tighter against your body.

"Hey ma, where's papa?" She flashed the camera over at your dad, who was sipping on wine next to her. They sat in their hotel balcony, overlooking the view, waiting for Christmas to hit London since it was only 11pm there.

"Hey sweetheart, how's Seoul?" Your dad asks from his seat, but your mom is hogging the camera, so you can't even see his face.

"It's good."

"Yeah? It's already Christmas there, right? Merry Christmas, sweetie!"

"Merry early Christmas to you and dad." You smile softly.

"We'll definitely do our own thing when we get back."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it. How has London been?"

"Absolutely amazing. We wish you were here, but Seoul sounds awesome too!"

"Yeah, it is. I've been having a lot of fun since I've been here."

"I see that, I loved all the pictures you've been sending me. Are you hanging out with your new friends today?"

"Um, probably not." Your smile fades as your eyes drop down from the camera to your fingers.

"Oh." Your mom picks up on the mood change quickly. "What's wrong, sweetie? What's on your mind?" You sigh. Those words are triggering; so triggering that as soon as you register that your mom has asked you what was wrong, you break down in tears again. "Oh no, honey. What is it?"

"Mom, I think I messed up. Or, maybe it's my fault for getting so attached. I-I knew what my plan was coming here and I just messed it up for myself."

"What are you talking about?" You hear your dad faintly ask your mom to include his face in the camera too, being that he's worried about you and your well-being as well.

"I shouldn't have gotten so attached to Jimin." Your mom and dad were well aware of who Jimin was, being that you gushed about him and how well he had taken care of you during majority of your stay here. They were happy you had met new people and that you bonded well with them because they knew what you were going through back home. However, they weren't ready for this conversation to happen.

"Oh, honey." She slightly clicks her mouth, the expression on her face filled with worry and concern.

"How stupid am I? I knew I wasn't going to be here for long, but I still pressed on it. I continued on and acted on my feelings for him. And now he probably doesn't want anything to do with me cause I told him this was never going to work. What if he thinks I misled him?"

"Look, you aren't stupid. You hear me? You are not stupid. You can't help what you feel for someone, no matter what you do. It's worse to push that aside and try to suppress it instead of tackling it head on. You'll be miserable doing so."

"But mom, this distance. Don't you think it'll be too difficult?"

"Nothing is ever too difficult, honey." Your dad chimes in. "Every relationship will always have its ups and downs. It will always be a ride no matter what. You just have to figure out if this is worth it for you, because if it is, then none of that matters. You will get through it together."

"Did I mess it up? Was I wrong for telling him that this will never work?" Your mom sighed.

"Your dad and I can't really tell you what to do or what to say in these situations, sweetie. You're the only one who truly understands what you're feeling, no one else. Do you feel like you misled him?"

"I fell in love with him, mom." You cried into the phone, your voice becoming weak.

"Oh, baby." Your mom replies. "I wish I could give you a big hug right now. I think you need to take time and think about this before you come home."

"Just remember that there isn't anything you can't overcome, honey. If he makes you happy, then you should welcome it. Let yourself experience that happiness." Your dad chimes in.

"Whatever you do, we will always be here for you. Same with Namjoon and Yoongi. But, please just choose yourself for once. Be selfish. Do whatever that means to you. It's completely okay to do so." Your mom says, making you nod. Be selfish. The words stuck to you like glue. Do whatever that means to you.

You continue to talk to your parents for a bit as they spill the details about their whereabouts since they haven't sent you as many pictures as you have with them. You were glad they were taking time off and really enjoying themselves, they truly deserved it with all the hard, endless work they have been putting in back home. After the call, you finally head downstairs to get washed up and get yourself ready for today, or whatever the day had in store for you. There wasn't anything open, but you felt like a walk around the neighborhood could do you some good. You just needed some cool, fresh air.

This wasn't how you expected to spend your Christmas, but you were partially to blame. The thoughts flooded your head, the what if's. All of a sudden you were full of regret, feeling like you made the wrong move by pushing Jimin away just like you did. You were (and still are) scared. You were so fucking scarred from your experience with Romeo that you couldn't even bring yourself to appreciate a good man when he came along, and that's what you hated the most about this long-time fight you've had with your past.

If you were to fix this, you weren't sure how. You didn't know if Jimin was done. You remember seeing the hurt plastered on his facial expression and it kills you every time. As much as you were afraid to take this leap, you fell in love with someone who had the purest soul. You couldn't forget how easy he made it seem to care for you. How easy it was for him to show you how he felt. For once, someone showed you that you were perfect how you were, flaws and all.

What did you truly want?

"It's Christmas there, right? Merry Christmas, Y/N!" Yoongi yells loudly over the Facetime call.

"Merry early Christmas to you guys, too."

"You excited to come home?" Namjoon flashes his face into the frame.

"I guess so."

"How do you feel?"

"Better than when I got here, that's for sure."

"That's all that matters, right?" Yoongi asks, still concerned about you and your whole situation with Jimin. To be honest, your friends really wanted you to be happy, but they too weren't going to tell you how to live your life. They just wanted to make sure you were set with your decisions instead of drowning in regret.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"What are you going to do today?"

"I'm just going to start packing up my things and cleaning around Yana's spot. Just gotta make sure it's ready for her."

"Where are you right now?" Namjoon squints his eyes as he's looking at your background while you walk.

"Just talking a walk around the neighborhood."

"It looks beautiful there."

"It is. Truly."

"Well, make sure you rest and relax today. You're going to be on a long flight back home."

"Ah, the dreaded 13-14 hour flight."

"We'll be back to bugging you in no time." Yoongi flashes his gummy smile with a thumbs up.

"How's Yana been?"

"She's been good, she's pretty excited to go back home to see her family and friends though." Namjoon and Yana had also taken their relationship to new heights, something you wish you were bold enough to do with Jimin. Joon tried to spare details so he wouldn't make you feel bad about everything going on, but as long as he was happy, you were happy too.

"That's good. I'm glad she really enjoyed her time there."

"She sure did." Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows

"You're sick, bro. The fuck." Yoongi furrowed his forehead and slightly shoved him. As you started to make your way back to the loft, you slowed your pace when you realized there was something sitting on the doorstep. You rose your eyebrow, unable to make out what the item was from where you were standing.

"Hey, look, I'll talk to you both later, okay?"

"Is everything okay?" Joon asks. You send him a reassuring, toothless smile and nod.

"Yeah, I'm just about to get into the loft."

"Alrighty, Merry Christmas again, dude. Can't wait for you to get back." Yoongi replies, with Joon yelling another 'Merry Christmas' greeting before they end the call. Getting closer, you see a tupperware full of food, with a sweater and a small box on top of the sweater. Your heart drops because as silly as it sounds, you knew that tupperware. There was a small note taped to the lid of the tupperware that read 'Mom told me to feed you well.' You smiled a bit to yourself before unlocking the door. You brought the items inside, placing them carefully onto the kitchen island before observing the sweater and box closely. You also knew that hoodie all too well - it was the same black, Stussy hoodie you always pulled from his closet to wear whenever you were hanging out at their apartment. You always liked how his smell lingered on the hoodie, and how he looked so damn good throwing it on. Opening the small box, you find a tiny, black album, full of polaroids. You instantly find yourself in tears, your hands slightly shaking as you flipped through the polaroids Jimin had taken of you during your stay here. Most were candid photos of you, but there were other polaroids that included him, Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin and their other college friends. Your eyes landed on the last polaroid in the album, remembering that moment clear as day. It was at the tower and Jungkook had taken over Jimin's polaroid camera, snatching a photo of you and Jimin with the view of Seoul behind you two. Jimin held you closely, his arm wrapped around your waist, while he planted a huge kiss on your cheek. You smiled from ear to ear as you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes at how his lips felt against your skin. A note from behind the last polaroid fell out, causing you to crouch to the floor in order to grab it.

Y/N, Merry Christmas. If it's one thing you can do for me before you go back, please hold onto these and remember me. Remember the friends you made and remember our time together.

I'll always hold you close, no matter the distance.

- PJM

You felt your entire body sink against the kitchen island, no longer being able to bear the weight on your own two feet as you cried. And you cried, and you cried. Jimin was everything you had been praying for, the one man who you knew could treat you right and give you the world. There was no hesitation. All you wanted to do was run into his arms and apologize, stay here longer, be selfish. But, you had no idea what was stopping you. Maybe it was the fact that you had everything back home, and you weren't sure if this was too big of a step for you to take.

But God, you would never forgive yourself if you allowed him to get away.

So let's revisit that question one last time: what did you truly want?

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kyber-queen · 4 years

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Like Real People Do (Rex x Reader) Pt. 3

Summary: Jedi!reader and Rex fall in love but are separated by the war. They meet again two years later, weeks before the Siege of Mandalore. In this chapter, Rex and Reader are prepping for a mission on an outer rim planet. Some fluff, slight angst, Rex gets to use a lightsaber because I say so. Italics signify a flashback in this fic.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Mentions of children/family planning ??, insecure Rex, k*sses, mentions of blasters n violence against droids, mentions of alcohol

Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie this is probably my favorite chapter yet. It’s a little longer, but I think it’s worth it :) Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!!

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After your less than satisfying encounter in the maintenance closet, you had made an early retirement to your quarters to sulk. You slept, but your dreams were ridden with visions of a certain bleach-blond captain. You awoke the next morning ill-rested and heartsick.

You showed up late to your first tactical meeting with the upper ranks of the 501st in a disgruntled mess of dark undereyes and wrinkled robes. If Rex noticed your sleep-deprived state, he made no mention of it. You had positioned yourself strategically in the back of the room, precisely so if you peeked between the admirals, you could clearly see Rex discussing troop formations with General Skywalker. His structured brow was furrowed, and you noted the way he gestured at the maps as he made his point. He was so much more confident now, so much more self-assured than that often-anxious shiny you remembered from training drills two years ago. Maybe that was why he gave you the cold shoulder yesterday—had he outgrown you? Two years was a long time, especially during a war. Did he find someone new? Your heart burned at the thought. You hadn’t even tried to move on—at times, at your lowest points, you considered it, but you never gave up on him. You had broken your code for him. You had broken it every day since you met him, and yet here he was, the picture of cordial indifference. You were attached, deeply and painfully. Did he still care about you?

“Commander, I can hear your gears turning—any input?” Skywalker looked at you expectantly.

You eased your tired features into a placating smile. “Looks good to me, General,”.

“Perfect. Rex, you’ll go with the commander. I want you two waiting just outside the village. The Separatists should arrive within around two hours of landing. Comm me when you see the Separatist forces coming, and you guys cut down as many of the first wave as possible. I’ll circle around with the rest of the 501st and we’ll finish off the rest from behind. All clear?”

You nod in assent as Rex answers with a decisive, “Yes, sir,”.

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Rex was going to have to have a conversation with his general after this. Your very first mission with the 501st, and Skywalker had paired you with Rex on a glorified stakeout of all things. Rex was pissed. He had decided as soon as he found out you would be consulting with the 501st that he would keep his distance. He knew it wasn’t your fault that you hadn’t seen each other in years—war makes love near impossible. He was more upset with himself for falling for a Jedi. It was against the law for either of you to have an attachment to each other. Rex had fallen in love, and it was a stupid, shitty idea. He had spent the better part of two years trying to bury his memories of you, and just as he was beginning to succeed, here you were creeping back into his mind. Just the sight of you threw him back to two years ago—back when he was really, truly happy. Rex was built for war, nothing more. The problem with you was that being with you made him think otherwise. When you were together, you would always talk about ‘after the war’. Rex knew that as a clone, there really wouldn’t be an after. You, with your altruism and soft smiles and gentle touches were everything Rex didn’t need.

Rex walked to the pod that would take the pair of you to the Separatist-threatened planet. You were already seated. You thumbed the grip of your lightsaber, and Rex recognized the gesture—it was a habit whenever you were nervous. His eyes were locked on you, debating whether or not he should say something despite his earlier promise to not get involved. You broke the silence for him.

“I can feel you staring, Rex. Talk to me,”.

You could always tell what he was thinking. As your friendship first blossomed, it unnerved him, but as your paths intertwined more and more he found it a comfort to have you understand him so well without him even saying a word. Rex met your eyes, and his stomach clenched. You were still so beautiful. He looked away

“Just thinking about the campaign, sir,”.

Your heart ached. Every bone in your body was screaming, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you,” and yet he called you sir. He addressed you as a superior, another link in the chain of command. He really had moved on, hadn’t he? You bit your lip, the sharp pain of your teeth against the tender skin attempting to draw your attention away from your torturous thoughts. You had a mission to complete. You peeked out the porthole, and you saw the terrain approaching far faster than normal.

You landed with a crash. You were jostled from your seat, your head smacking the metal wall painfully. As the ringing in your skull crescendoed, you took stock of your darkened surroundings through your blurred vision. The lighting in the pod must have been damaged during your landing. You ignited your lightsaber, illuminating Rex with its soft glow. He stood up and rolled his shoulder experimentally, his nose scrunching in pain.

Your brows furrowed, “Are you alright?’

“I’m fine,” He grunted. He felt his way along the walls. “Exit’s been jammed shut, though,”

You searched his eyes in the dim lighting, another pang of longing reverberating through your chest. You dismissed the sensation and plunged your lightsaber into the wall of the pod, freeing yourselves. You emerged from the battered pod, your head pounding as your eyes adjusted. It was bright, with the triad suns beating down on you relentlessly. You checked your positioning system—you had landed a mere 15-minute walk from your stakeout site. You watched as Rex eased himself out of the pod. He groaned, his hand cradling his right arm. You handed him his positioning chip, and the two of you set off towards the village outskirts.

You noticed his hand lingered on his right shoulder, and he would grimace from time to time when it jostled. You reached your hand out to his plastoid-covered shoulder. “Rex, let me—”

“I’m fine,”.

His tone was sharp and dangerous, affecting you like a slap to the face. You sucked in a breath, and walked the rest of the path in silence. The planet was beautiful—you were surrounded on all sides by strange golden grasses that swayed with the breeze. Its beauty did nothing to distract you from the man by your side.

You arrived at the meeting point and immediately settled yourself against the large boulder meant as your cover. Rex sat across from you, leaning against a smaller rock. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment and swallowing thickly. You traced the sharp line of his jaw with your eyes, following down to the thick cords of muscle in his neck. You contemplated another attempt at offering him some bacta spray, but considering his earlier response, decided against it. When did Skywalker say the Separatists would arrive? Two hours?

You spent around an hour in silence. You meditated, as General Secura had taught you. Time moved thickly around you, your aura burning bright as it cut through the hours and seconds. With your deep focus came little flashes of memories.

You saw Rex, smiling. His golden skin was warm against the soft sheets. His thumb traced the apple of your cheek. You grinned.

“What do you want to do, Rex? After this is all over?”

He paused, his hand resting heavy on your jaw. “I don’t know, cyare. Guess I never really thought about it,”. His eyes flicked over your gentle smile and bright eyes. “I’d wanna be with you, though,” he whispered. You’re everything he could ever want. He’d never loved anything so much, and he knew he’d never love anyone else the way he loved you. What the hell did he do to deserve you? “What about you?”

“My parents—I barely remember them now—had a house on Naboo. We could live there, just us. No war, no fighting. It’s so beautiful there, Rex. The grass is long and tall—as a child, I’d play outside for hours just soaking up the sunlight. It’s a good place for raising children,”. Your face heated as you said the last part.

“Raising children, eh?” Rex tilted your chin, and you lifted your gaze to his eyes. You nodded slowly. “With me?” His eyes shone in the morning sunlight, his brow furrowed.

“Yes, Rex. Who else?” Rex’s expression eased, and you pressed your lips to each of his cheeks, followed by a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. Rex sighed contentedly. He had no clue why you were with a shiny like him—he was one of a million genetically and physically identical men. He was sure that eventually you’d realize just how much better you could do than a clone, but until that day he’d savor every precious moment with you.

“You’re gonna be a great parent, one day, cyar’ika,”.

“You will, too, Rex,”.

You jolted out of your trance. It was just your luck that Rex had infiltrated the one escape you had from your relentless thoughts of him. You opened your eyes to find him studying your face. He averted his gaze quickly.

“Rex,” you called.

He fiddled with the straps of his armor.

“Rex,”.

He dropped his hands to his sides with a harsh sigh. “Would you just stop it?”

You were stunned. “Rex, I—”

“I spent two fucking years trying to forget I ever loved you. I was nothing, I was nobody, and you were this—this ideal being. I had no fucking clue why you gave me the time of day, but I let myself fall for you anyway. When we left for our tours, I broke. You were the first real thing, the first good thing I ever had, and you were gone. I was sure I was gonna die over there—and you wouldn’t have even known if I had. It was so much easier to believe that you had moved on, that you were through with me. Now you’re here and you’re alive and I—” his voice broke, “I don’t know what to do,”. He met your gaze, and his eyes glistened. His voice was barely a whisper, “You were always the rational one. Please tell me what to do,”.

Your wide eyes watered. You turned your head to the golden fields and let out a tiny sob. What the hell do you answer to that? Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you spotted what seemed to be a thousand metal heads just over a rolling hill. The separatists. You hastily wiped your eyes and took a deep breath. This would have to wait.

“The Separatists are here,” your voice wavered more than you would have liked. “I’ll comm the General,”. You sniffed, rubbing your eyes again. Get it together, you thought. You were a Jedi Master, for gods’ sake. Ever since returning to Coruscant, you’d been an emotional trainwreck. You were starting to see why the council discouraged attachments.

You allowed Rex a moment to collect himself, turning to face the oncoming droids as the two of you prepared in silence. The metallic clang of their footsteps grew louder and louder. Rex slipped his helmet back on over his head and unholstered his blasters.

“It’s your call, Commander. When d’ya wanna go?”

You looked back over your shoulder at him, and you were instantly thrown back to the hours of training exercises you had completed together. You grinned.

“Think you can take down the battle tank over there?” You motioned to the gargantuan hunk of steel situated right in the middle of a sea of battle droids.

The competitive edge you had so dearly missed was back in Rex’s voice.

“You know I never miss,”.

“Race you there,”. And with that, you were off. The two of you flew down the hill, cutting down the droids as if they were made of straw. You swung, decapitating a droid and ducking as Rex put a blaster hole through the one taking aim at you from behind. You worked well together, always did. The rest of the 501st seemed to be making easy work of the droids from behind.

“Rex, blaster!”

Rex tossed one of his blasters into the air, and you force-pulled it into your grasp in an instant. You fired off three quick shots at one of the tanks, damaging the traction treads. Rex looked over at the tank, and recognized the maneuver you had initiated in an instant. He took off for the tank, and called your name once he was just yards from its base.

“Saber!”

You switched off your saber and hurled it in Rex’s direction. He had barreled past at least ten lines of troops, snatching your lightsaber from the air before igniting it and plunging it into the battle tank’s generator while simultaneously firing off a few rapid shots at the droids. The droids’ main attention, as planned, was on you, and you were beginning to feel the heat. You force-pulled your lightsaber, still ignited, from Rex’s grasp and into a line of battle droids before its heavy weight met your palm again.

“Blaster!”

You tossed Rex his blaster, and he caught it with ease. With your lightsaber in hand, you began cutting a path to Rex, who had holed up against the decommissioned tank.

“Need to get me one of those,” Rex motioned to your lightsaber with a grin.

You shook your head with a laugh, deflecting a blaster shot as Rex took aim at the next line of droids.

It was your fault. You got distracted. Something about the focus in Rex’s masked stare as he picked off the droids one-by-one pulled your attention away just long enough for one of the droids to press the cool metal of its blaster against your neck. Before you could react, Rex fired two quick shots into its head.

“Told you, cyare, I never miss,”.

You missed this. The nicknames, the banter, working together like this. It felt good. It felt like coming home. You snuck one last glance at Rex before sprinting out from your cover to cut down the next row of droids.

Rex was fucked. Did you realize he called you cyare? It just slipped out—something about being here with you, fighting next to you—it brought him back to two years ago. He shook his head, firing at a droid that had pointed its blaster at you. He was done with pretending he didn’t care. He still had no idea what to do, or where this would go, but he could figure that out later.

You finished off the last droid, looking back at Rex with an easy smile before waving to General Skywalker. Rex jogged over to you, pulling you back behind the tank and away from the prying eyes of the rest of the 501st.

“Rex, wha—”

He ripped off his helmet, letting it fall to the ground as he pulled you into a kiss. His hand fell to the small of your back, and you practically collapsed into him. His lips were hungry against yours—he was all tongue and teeth and desperation. He needed this. You needed this. You raked your nails through his close-cropped hair, drawing a little groan from deep in his chest. His hands were everywhere—your hair, your neck, your waist—

“Rex, where are you? Are you injured?”

For the second time today, Rex was going to kill his general. He pulled away from you reluctantly, his hand lingering on your waist. You take his hand, and press your lips to his palm.

“We should go,”. Rex nods. “Meet me in my quarters tonight—you still like firewhiskey?”

“Rex—are you over here?”

You meet Rex’s eyes, and he smiles. A real smile. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“See you tonight,”.

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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LOVE IS LIKE - Sleeping Beauties and Working Life

< PART 1 | PART 2 Sleeping Beauties and Working Life | PART 3 >

A/N: It's snowing so I'm stuck inside..writing! Hope you all have a lovely Sunday ❤️

Summary: Back to work, Henry remembers his early days in showbizz. And the banana sock wearing woman appears to have found the sneakily shared phone number.

Word count: 2.179

The song: Chaka Khan - Like Sugar

Disclaimer: mentions of great age difference sex partners, stardom, loss of partner to cancer, dieting, physical/mental insecurity as well as Henry just really loving his work

LOVE IS LIKE - Sleeping Beauties and Working Life

Hey. Thanks for the book! I figured the number written in the book was your number? If not, I’m sorry and don’t mind this message. - 08.45

It’s Aurora btw. - 08.47

The name’s Aurora I mean. - 09.04

nvm - 09.05

Thanks for the book! Good luck with everything! - 09.06

And say hi to Kal from me - 09.06

‘Are you asleep?’ Fingers traced through Henry’s curls, their strands slightly sticky with hair products and sweat after one busy night between the sheets, the ceiling fan broken. Henry grumbled, indicating he was at least sort of awake, his lips curling in a lazy, close-eyed smile.

‘Again?’ He mumbled quietly with his young sweet voice. The woman laughed and propped herself up on one arm, eyes tracing down the soft morning silhouette of the kid who became a man.

‘No, no. You did well.’ She lowered her fingers to trace his brow, nose, cupid’s bow and lips, fingertips silky soft and gentle over Henry’s skin. Henry’s smile grew. Almost as if proud he had managed to please her.

For a moment the room was quiet. A very early Los Angeles sun was starting its slow rise over the hills somewhere far from this 70’s style abode with its paisley print curtains and yellow shag pile carpet. The interior fitted its owner quite well; her long sleek brown hair cut in bangs that hid those mysterious emeralds that had taunted his dreams ever since he met her on set. She was older. Much older. And perhaps those bangs were there just to hide her first wrinkles. But Henry rested easy beneath her trailing fingers, his eyes slowly fluttering open as she spoke again: ‘So how is Hollywood treating you?’ There was some concern in her voice and Henry looked at her. After getting busy all night they hadn't spoken quite so sincerely yet. He shrugged.

‘Hollywood is Hollywood?’

The woman moved her fingertips to his chin and used her hand to tilt his face more sharply in her direction. Her mouth opened to speak, but she hesitated. The concern had now spread to her eyes as they gleamed in the light of dawn. ‘Be careful yea? And if you ever need help with anything..? I can help..or get you help. Okay?’

‘Ok.’ Henry pushed himself up so he could cup his hand around her cheek, pulling her closer. She let him. ‘Thank you.’ He whispered, kissing her like the way they did in the movies.

Henry stretched out in his naked morning glory, the early London air chilly on his skin. Pushing the sheets off of him and with Kal refusing to wake from his doggy dream by the foot end of the bed, Henry padded over to the ensuite. Squinting in the burst of bright lights clicking on, he stepped beneath the shower, cold water jumpstarting his day, the very air pushed out of his lungs as the radio alarm cued exactly on time. 4.30.

'Li-like sugar, so sweet Good enough -- to eat,'

Gasping softly Henry pawed his hands over his crusty eyes, waiting for the water to become more warm and soothing with every massaging drop of water. From here on his morning routine was perfected to the minute. Coffee: brazilian. Gym: ACDC. Eggs: 5. Kal: walk. Cab: thankfully on time.

It was near 9 when he walked onto set in his full gear, ready for his first run-through of the day, Leah waving him off with Kal by her side. 'Be careful yea?' She chanted, smiling as he winked at her - she always said that no matter how totally safe the day's set would be.

'I will! Have fun today.'

'You too!' Leah wanted to turn around when she felt something buzz deep inside her bag of tricks, her hand having to angle for a bit before she found Henry's phone - kept there for safe keeping.

Whatsapp - 08.45 - Hey. Thanks for the book! ..

Leah smiled.

And there was the mysterious new book owner.

Henry let himself fall back on his bed, the frame squeaking. Suddenly Jersey felt too small. His bedroom too boyish. His clothes too normal. His dreams no fiction but real.

Flopping around on his belly he turned his attention back to his flip phone, his eyes roving over the call that had just finished. Hundreds of boys, hundreds of auditions. But he got it. He got it! Smiling only to himself he sighed, near missing the sound of feet walking over the floorboard landing.

Was that Charlie? With an excited little squeal Henry pushed himself off his bed to chase after his brother. It looked like his little brother had just lost a bet!

'HENRYYY!!! Henry!!!' Squinting his eyes at the flash of a camera, he stepped out of the hotel's revolving doors. By his side his trusty pal Kal looked up. Fans.

'Henry! Can I take your picture? -- Can you sign-' Some pieces of paper were shoved in his face and with the blinding glare of the flash gone he finally managed to throw a smile their way, his free hand scribbling some signatures here and there as he greeted them with a warm good morning.

Some girls squealed and as the excitement finally dissipated, Henry thanked them all and bid them a good day, some few last flashes following his silhouette as he pulled Kal in the direction of the nearest Parisian park.

It truly had become a Mission Impossible to just walk his dog. And Henry couldn't help but laugh as Kal snorted in what may be disapproval.

'I know I know. I won't forget about you.'

'Hey.'

'H-hi. Hi?'

'It's Henry.'

'Oh, of course!'

Henry smiled as Aurora's voice greeted him back through the phone line. It was a little past snacktime, his hands holding onto his tupperware with last night's pasta. He was hungry, but with her messages waiting for him, he had decided food could wait a moment.

'So I see the book has found a good home with you?'

'It has. Hahah. Thank you again. In fact..I kind of finished it last night, dodging around some particularly benign toothmarks I think I got the jest of the story.' She laughed again, making Henry smile back as he looked out over the set, some camera men in raincoats dragging around material.

'Well there's more where that came from.'

He hesitated the moment the words were out of his mouth. OH you donkey! That..that is not something you say to -- she laughed even harder.

'Oh why that sounds both terribly enticing and terribly inappropriate hahahaha.'

'Sorry that kinda - '

'Oh please hush.' Her chuckles subsided and after some loud clatter and a yelp her voice returned to the phone. 'Hey..eh..aherm..can I-eh, DAMMIT, can I call you back?'

'Something wrong?'

'J-just me trying to manage coffee and a laptop - and failing.' It sounded like this was just another Tuesday for her. She really was clumsy huh?

'Oh! Oh yes. Of course. Hope your laptop's alright..eh.. I'm off after..6..ish?' Henry looked to his left and saw Leah return with one exhausted Kal, back from their walk.

'Okay!'

'Alright. Goodbye..Aurora.'

'Byeeee!'

He was soo, soo hungry. Cutting never was his favourite part of dieting, though this time it was extra rough. For half a year he had just let go, not working out much at all. But then the one role that got away was back in arm's reach and for the hell of it; he couldn't let it slip by.

Gritting his teeth he focused back on the barbell on the gym mat, weights the size of two small children on either side. At least if Ellen wanted kids, I can manage them with ease, he thought, gripping his sore hands around the bar before he pushed off to lift it with all the strength he could muster. It wasn't enough. The bar only lifted halfway before his body sighed in defeat, the weight of it all crashing down on him finally as the barbell landed back on the floor with a loud thump.

Ellen hadn't called back in days.

'Remember me?' He felt stupid for calling, but he just needed it right now.

A warm voice responded like they called all the time.

'Hey! Henry! Of course! How are you?! Are you okay dear?'

Henry settled on the airport bench, waiting for his personal cab to arrive. Stardom was great, but in silent moments like these he felt terribly alone. He felt stupid for it, but her voice was near bringing him to tears.

'Yea ehh..' His voice broke and the small boy in this Superman body returned.

'Hey-hey. No problem darling no problem. Where are you right now? Are you safe?'

Henry nodded and looked through the haze of his tears in hope nobody would see him - thankfully he was alone.

'Talk to me.'

'I'm sorry for--' He wished to hang up, forget about it all. Ellen leaving. The stress. Fatigue. The travel. But he didn't. He just hesitated, waiting for her to speak again.

'I don't know where you are Henry dear. But you must know that you're not alone, okay? And if you happen to be in town; I'm making an absolutely delicious, mean and green lasagna.'

Henry wiped away a rogue tear and smiled. He could kill for a lasagna right now. And one cheat meal couldn't hurt right? Looking up as he saw a man with a clipboard sporting his name appear, he sat a little more upright.

'I--I might just take you up on that.'

'Okay.' Her lack of glasses and banana print socks made the woman before him near irrecognizable. She did however still have that dorky vibe about her, especially when she removed the awkwardly placed handbag before her; a stain on the right side of her tight dress appeared. She grimaced. 'It's bad isn't it?'

Henry chuckled and stood up from his seat, the chique bar a hushed daze of black furniture and fancy cocktails being carried by hipster bearded men. 'Hi Aurora.'

'Hi.' She let a chuckle escape her red painted lips and let him move out a seat for her. She smelled nice.

'I thought I could fit in one more business meeting and eat on the way. And..yea..that--' She shook her head and waited for Henry to take his seat, his face beaming with mirth.

'Stain or not, I'm glad you're here.'

'As am I.' She picked up the drinks card and immediately turned it to the snacks side. 'Do you mind if I order something on the side?'

'Oh no, no of course. I'd like some too actually.' He leaned in to look with her through the options, the both of them deciding on a cheesy snackboard.

'And here I was thinking all of Hollywood was on a diet.' She smirked, making Henry grin.

'Trust me: been there, done that. But no more. I like eating simply too much.' He winked and signaled a waiter to take their order.

'Good.'

He had initially spread his arms to keep his balance as he rushed after Kal on this slippery meadow of grass. But as Kal returned on Henry's call, leaving some racing off sheep behind, Henry kept his arms up like that. Like an eagle in flight he sniffed in the countryside air, feeling blessed cold air tingle his lungs. Life was good right now. Really really good.

Halting his feet and near slipping in the process, he lowered his arms to praise Kal for listening and returning to him. Sometimes, his furry son truly could be a handful. Today, he was a good boy.

'Chasing after the ladies again huh?' He rushed his fingers through Kal's thick warm fur. 'Well there's one thing you should know Kal; gotta give them some space every now and then.' Kal looked up. 'And don't forget to listen to what they want, mkay?'

Kal borked softly. Henry laughed, being bombarded with an in-the-face-tongue-kiss.

Drinks buzzed in their veins and between all the laughter and nerding out, Henry noticed something. First he thought it was a play of light. A figmentation of his mind. But he could see it clearly now as she noted his gaze and held up her left hand: no longer there, the left-over indent from what once had been a ring.

'I'm no longer married if that's what you want to ask.' She sighed and lowered her hand again, looking at it with an unreadable expression.

'Oh eh.. no, no. I couldn't be so rude to..-'

'No, you're very much allowed to ask, Henry. Please.' Aurora smiled and took a somewhat shaky breath before finding her comfortable, confident (though slightly clumsy) self again. 'He got cancer, died two years ago. We built the company together..'

'I'm sorry for your loss.'

She smiled. 'Thank you. I do miss him, but this is just life. Can't have the good without the bad. And it's okay now. I like where I am.'

'In some dimlit bar with some weirdo you met on an airplane?'

'Absolutely.' She snickered, then shook her head. 'But no haha. You're no weirdo Henry. In fact; you are perfectly, and surprisingly..normal.' And with that she reached out that ring-less hand and brushed it over his right hand opposite the table. Her hands were so soft on his.

A comfortable silence fell and were it not for the toasty heat of the indoors, Henry would swear he was on that meadow with Kal again, feeling like he was breathing truly for the first time in a long, long while.

He smiled.

Part 3 >

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azucanela · 4 years

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SOME WORDS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSAID

SUMMARY: In which there is an unspoken agreement between everyone not to discuss the clear chemistry between the manager and the captain of the Nekoma Volleyball Club. Until one day one of them gets tired of the silence.

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

WARNINGS: trust issues, denial, insecurities, everyone needs a hug, angst?

A/N: please excuse any errors made i wrote this at 4AM, but hey creative juices are flowing during the oddest hours of the day so. also our king kenma makes an appearance so its worthy reading i swear

There was an unspoken agreement between the notorious manager of the Nekoma Volleyball Club, and the Captain. Though her beauty rivaled that of the Karasuno manager, no one addressed it purely because they knew the way Kuroo Tetsuro looked at her. No matter how many movies there are about unspoken feelings, none of them could compare to these two. The shared looks as they sat in class, bored. Kuroo would make sure she was eating properly, she would ensure he was staying hydrated when staying after school for Volleyball. Kuroo helped her pass any and every science class by tutoring her when necessary, she helps him pass his foreign language class. The texts, the late night calls, the times when one would ask the other to come over and they would, no questions asked. Taking care to slip out of the other’s bed at 4AM to make sure they didn’t get caught. Silent, intimate moments.

Kuroo was sitting on the couch, flicking through channels, moving between Netflix and Hulu in search of something good to watch. She was making popcorn when he got bored and left his seat on the couch to enter the kitchen, leaning his shoulder against the wall to watch her movements. She was slicing fruit, and a block of cheese waited next to the cutting board as she did, waiting for the popcorn to finish. Her hair was down, and she was wearing one of his shirts. It was oversized on her, covering her thighs. He was smiling as he moved from his spot against the wall up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head into her neck. She hummed in response, leaning back into him as she continued to cut the fruit.

For a moment, he could pretend that they weren’t just friends. Because this definitely is not something friends do. Friends don’t hold hands, much less hold each other, they don’t look at each other the way Kuroo looked at her, they don’t care for eachother, not like this.

“Are they dating?”

He’d get asked this question constantly. Kenma would always shake his head, tell them no, they aren’t. Though they are most certainly two of the most in love people he knows. His best friends weren’t even dating, and yet he still felt like the third wheel. How ironic. Now Kenma wasn’t one to interfere with the lives of others, but it was getting ridiculous, so he tried to get involved, once.

He didn’t bother looking up from his game as he asked, “Why don’t you tell Kuroo how you feel?” Pausing only once to gauge Y/N’s reaction.

She didn’t seem startled, or shocked, in fact, she laughed, “I don’t like Kuroo, silly.” Y/N had told him. “He and I are just close friends, besides you know I’m not looking for a relationship.” She had mentioned this in the past, most people assumed it was because she had feelings for Kuroo. Smart people knew it was because she had feelings for Kuroo.

Kenma raised a brow, “you both act like you two are in a relationship.” Was his response, putting his game down, “and it hurts him because he knows it's not real. If you really don’t feel that way for him, don’t lead him on.”

This statement seemed to hurt her as she became defensive, “I have told him countless times to consider the offers from all the girls in this school, believe me. I agree with you, he shouldn’t wait for someone who doesn’t feel the same.” She paused, hand tapping the table anxiously, “good thing he doesn’t feel anything beyond platonic feelings for me.”

Kenma knew she wasn’t dumb, not by a long shot. Top of her class, heading off to an amazing college, no doubt. Yet, her words seemed so stupid. “You must be blind.” Came his blunt answer. Anyone could see how Kuroo felt for her.

She scoffed, “there’s simply nothing to see. He doesn’t like me, I don’t like him. Why would he like me?” Y/N was staring at her hands, trying to ignore the discomfort Kenma was causing with his prying. Her tendency to overthink doing her no good as she sighed, “I do hope he finds someone, he deserves it.”

It took Kenma a moment to realize that Y/N was trying to convince herself, not him, and it took him another moment to realize that she was truly wondering why Kuroo would like her. And he knew she was being honest, she had tried to get him to go for other girls, but he never had out of loyalty to her. She had even been in one relationship during their first year, the two were going strong for a while.

Until they weren’t. And Kuroo ended up punching the guy in the face.

When Kenma asked Kuroo if he liked her, he just sighed. They both knew the answer. Kuroo had slept around a lot in their first year, but that had come to a halt more recently. At one point he even tried for a long term relationship with one girl.

She didn’t like Y/N. So that didn’t last.

And now that Kenma had just turned into his neighborhood, bidding you two goodbye as he headed home, just like he did everyday during the walk back from Volleyball practice, the atmosphere felt awkward. Something felt different today as Y/N and Kuroo walked down the path together, his eyes following her figure as he stayed practically glued to her side.

If she was honest, yes, she liked Kuroo. Loved him even. But there were several issues with that, one being that Kuroo is her best friend. She had found someone she could talk to, about any and everything. No filter necessary. No matter how gross, or sad, or weird it was, they could discuss it. She knew she could trust him 100%. Yet, each time he broached the possibility of a relationship she shut him down. She was scared of losing this comfort they had, they would break up eventually. Even if they didn’t things would be different. And in the back of her mind she wondered if he’d leave her. The one constant in her life, gone.

She didn’t like change.

Another issue was that they would graduate at one point. And then head off in what would likely be two very different directions, literally. She had her sights set on a prestigious American college, he just wanted to study Chemistry. Maybe they’d stay in touch, maybe they wouldn’t. Potential time differences caused by living in different countries would make it a struggle and so would conflicting schedules, and stress. And even now, he already had volleyball and school to worry about already.

It would be easier for them both if they just didn’t get together. Which is why, when she realized how comfortable they had been getting, she tried to slow things down. A lot. She started sitting next to Kenma during lunch instead of Kuroo, and began hanging out with the other Volleyball boys far more often. She had been far less physical with him, avoiding most contact with him in general. Taking a rain check each time he asked to hang out, avoiding his calls as often as she could without seeming off. She had been distant, to put it simply.

She missed her best friend, but she knew she couldn’t call him that at this point.

Kuroo had noticed. He always noticed. He noticed the way she got quiet when someone commented on how she was a little too passionate about something, so he asked her about it. He noticed how she’d forget to eat during lunch sometimes, so he would give her a protein bar. He’d notice how when she was nervous, she would bite her nails, or tap her foot at a ridiculous speed. He noticed how when she was sad, she tried to feign joy and boost the morale of those around her, but she still seemed more reserved in a way.

He noticed her. In all her glory, the smell of her shampoo, the scent of her perfume, the glow of her skin in the sunlight, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed her real laugh. How her eyes seemed to shine when she talked about her dreams, the crease in her forehead when she was concentrated. The tears that brimmed her eyes when she talked about certain scenes from her favorite shows and books.

Which is why he got scared when she stopped sharing these things with him, when she stopped giving him hugs, when she stopped calling him at 2AM even though he knew she was awake because of her messed up sleep schedule.

So, as they walked together, he decided this needed to end.

“We need to talk.” He said, eyes on her.

She raised a brow, “what about?” God, she hoped playing dumb would work, but she had tried that with Kenma, and it hadn’t ended all that well. Then again, Kenma did end up dropping the subject, though it took a few tries. 50/50 success rate. What could go wrong?

She watched as Kuroo rolled his eyes, “you know what.” He replied, “also you have been avoiding me.”

She shrugged, “I’ve been busy. I do have things to do, a life. Outside of you.” She held her backpack straps significantly tighter as she spoke, “sorry if you’re feeling neglected.” The words came out meaner than she had expected, and Y/N suddenly found herself feeling guilty as she continued down the street.

“Y/N.” He came to a stop, and she walked a few more steps before stopping as well. Taking a deep breath as she looked upwards, towards the sky. Turns out a lot could go wrong with a 50/50 success rate.

“Kuroo.” Her voice sounded a lot like a warning. “Some things are better left unsaid.”

Thought the finality in her voice hurt, he couldn’t help but scoff, “don’t be ridiculous. I mean, look where that’s gotten us-”

“Kuroo, please.” She turned around to face him, “don’t.”

His eyes locked with hers as he replied, “I’m in love with you.” And now it was out in the open. The thing she had so desperately tried to hide. The feelings she wanted to pretend didn’t exist.

Y/N inhaled sharply, fidgeting with her hands impatiently, she just wanted to get home. She had always hated confrontations, perhaps that was the reason why she said it. It could’ve been one of the reasons she’d been repeating to herself since their second year. Or maybe the words that left her mouth were true.

“Too bad I don’t feel the same.”

No, they weren’t true. She just wished they were.

#kuroo x reader #tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #hq kuroo #haikyui!! x reader #y/n did herself dirty #kenma tried #send an ask that says cheesestick if you made it this far #i have not slept omg

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BTS Caretaker CH41

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,174

- Author Note: Happy Eid to those who celebrate, and yes this chapter is pure fluff <3 we lovee seulliee and yoongii and bangtannies!

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Chapter 41

“Are you two like together now?” Namjoon eyed the two lovebirds with so much interest followed by whistles in the background by the rest of the members. The tease went on when Seul moved away and hid her pink face in Yoongi’s arm practically clinging onto her dear life.

“Obviously. For some reason, Seul is being extremely clingy around hyung” said Jungkook with his eyes fixed on his phone playing the usual online games.

Offended by the remarks, Seul finally let go Yoongi’s arm and glared at his way “I am not being clingy. The thought of dating Yoongi is too much for me to comprehend” she murmured lowly.

“Wait until you live under the same roof as him then you know, it is not easy to handle Yoongi” Jin stated in the matter of fact tone receiving a dissatisfied look from the pale man. “Are you done exposing me to my girlfriend?” Yoongi snickered.

“Girlfriend” they responded in unison as though it was not enough to tease the two with mere look and the members were practically ganging up on them. With a proud smile spread across his face, Namjoon nodded in satisfaction “I am glad both of you are together and there is no bad blood between us. Not really all of us but the rest of you whom actually see Seul more than a friend” he stressed that part and glanced at Jungkook and Jin.

Jungkook and Jin exchanged a meaningful look as they heard their leader continued “We have known each other for as long as I can remember, this issue should have not jeopardized our friendship. And, I am proud of everyone for taking this matter maturely. Especially, you Gukk” Seul sent a grateful smile to his way, and he winked in response.

“I.. want what is best for Yoongi hyung, for Bangtan and for Seul-ie. I can handle this” “I am sorry” Seul mumbled before Jungkook could finish off his words.

“I don’t want the guilt consume my heart, but it can’t be helped sometimes. I am sorry, because of me you almost ruin everything that you build together” Jin and Jungkook shook their head, heaving a soft sigh.

Yoongi’s arm was automatically wrapped around her shoulder as a comfort “Baby, you don’t need to be sorry. It is not your fault” he gave the top of her head a soft peck. “We care for you and we love you dearly” Seul blinked his tears, allowing Yoongi to pull her small body into his embrace.

“Seul-ah, your existence in our life is the best gift that we ever had. Thank you for being our friend and to treat us not as a celebrity but just us” Jin professed earnestly. “It is a wonderful feeling, to be able to love you. We will cherish that deep in our heart” Jimin murmured watching the girl turned fifty shades of pink in Yoongi’s arms.

“Me too nuna. You will always be my first love” the maknae muttered shyly as Jimin nudged him with a teasing smile.

“I bet Jungkook has learned a lot from it” Jimin retorted.

Sitting quietly at the corner was Taehyung with a worried frown evident on his forehead “I am sorry for losing my shit that time and hurt your feelings. I can’t forget the foolish mistake that I commit, ugh stupid me” he puckered his lower lips in protest of his own demeanour.

“Taetae, I thought we have settled that stop blaming yourself. I understand why you did that so, let’s forget about those horrible fight okay?” her smile radiates the room.

“So, when can we meet ahjumma? I am dying to meet her!” Hoseok eyes glimmered with hope as others nodded in agreement. It is about time to meet their caretaker ahjumma considering the issues of her contract has been resolved. Therefore, it wouldn’t be a big problem for them to meet Seul’s mother.

She grinned widely “Oh, mother talked to me about that. She wishes to meet all of you soon probably after undergoing her kidney transplant” their face lit up in pure excitement upon hearing the news.

“Mrs Hwang finally get a donor, that’s cool! when is the date of her operation?”

“Next week and I will be taking few days off from work”

“But..we will be in Osaka next week” pressing his lips together, Yoongi hummed lowly. He really wanted to be by her side when the day come but knowing how it clashed with their Wings Tour in Osaka, Yoongi face harden at the thought.

Realizing his sour face, Seul slipped her arm around his waist admiring her boyfriend’s soft feature “I will be alright, focus on the tour okay?” at this point the rest of the soul inside the room were immune to the couple’s romantic gesture. As though watching them being touchy towards each other wasn’t enough to send chills down their spine.

“Maybe you can take the first flight after the concert end?” Jungkook suggested.

“No way, you guys need rest. Don’t think of flying anywhere after the concert” she frowned deeply despising the idea of leaving Macao without proper rest.

Yoongi seemed to be reconsidering the idea while glancing at the younger man with a grateful smile “That is not our first time. I like that idea Jungkook” Jungkook responded with a small salute.

“Baby you are not flying anywhere after the concert?!” Seul look bewildered as her eyes found its way to Jungkook, throwing daggers at his way.

“Baby~~” the guys chortled in unison once again causing the girl to squirm shyly. The eldest cringed not be able to handle more sweetness from them “As much as I like both of you I am so not used to see Yoongi and Seul together without fighting even for one minute” Yoongi swung his arm around Seul bringing the girl close to his body.

“She is using that mouth of hers for good things from now on” that remark earned a dissatisfied grunt from every member as they totally got what he meant by the good things. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Seul chose to remain silent not going to get herself involved in the boys’ childish conversation.

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Breaking: Underground rapper Stephanie took down her Instagram post with an open apology to BTS’s Suga and Army.

This week, the industry was shaken by Suga’s dating scandal that involved Stephanie, a Korean-Canadian underground rapper. The Instagram’s post by Stephanie which claimed that she’s one of BTS Suga many girlfriends earlier this week was already taken down by the rapper.

Stephanie then in her recent Instagram’s post posted an open apology acknowledging her mistake for causing the unnecessary misunderstanding and worries. She denied the rumours of knowing BTS Suga personally as they had never met in the past. The scandalous Instagram’s post was said to be directed to someone else which had nothing to do with Suga.

Bighit seemed to be taken the matter pertaining to their artiste seriously as Stephanie’s management is willing to give their full cooperation to solve the issues without problems. Netizens on the other hand are not convinced with the news and demanded an explanation from Suga in the near future. Fans are enraged of the netizens who send malicious comment towards BTS and claim that Suga has nothing to explain as he’s not at fault.

Bighit has finally put BTS’s Suga and Stephanie dating rumours to rest with an official statement by the label today. The label states “ The dating rumours about Suga and Stephanie are not true. They’ve never met each other in the past. None of BTS members own a personal social media account apart from the official one. We are looking into this matter seriously and a legal action will be taken to those who spread false rumour about BTS. Please continue to love and support BTS in the future. Thank you”

Sprawling on the couch was Yoongi looking solemn and stress though the official statement by his label had cleared his name from the malicious rumours, he was worried of how it would affect the group as whole in the future. Guess, he must see it with his own eyes this Saturday during their concert.

Namjoon took a seat across him noticing Yoongi low energy ever since the article was out to public “Are you okay hyung? I think Bang Pd’s team had outdone themselves this time” he exclaimed softly fixing the glasses at the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know. I am worried of how it will affect the group. The scandal was dirty and unacceptable Joon. If it only involve a dating scandal then it should be fine however.. this one.. people will be doubting BTS’s integrity and attitude. I am sorry..that it comes to this” he said in his deep voice.

The leader disagreed “You didn’t ask for this. It is never your fault, you are not the cause of this rumour to spread wildly like this. We know everything was a lie and we are in this together. Nothing can change that. There is no just BTS Suga, it is Bangtan Sonyeondan as whole. So, hyung don’t blame yourself for something you didn’t do” Yoongi sat up, rubbing his back head out of anger.

“What if it makes Seul doubt me?” it comes out nowhere, but his insecurity is severe since start, which is complicated for him to handle.

Unamused, Namjoon raised his brows with a perplexed look “Hyung, do you even hear yourself? Seul loves you with all her heart, what makes you think she will question your sincerity?” the latter shook his head in dismay.

“Both of you really need to spend a day together as if like a legit date. Have you even been to one?” the younger man pried answers from the already distressed man. Yoongi shook his head while recollecting the memories of him and Seul “One time, the bungee jumping” with that statement it brought laughter inside the room.

“Ew, who brings a woman to a bungee jumping for a date. Seriously hyung, you could do better. I am not amused” Namjoon retorted sarcastically.

Yoongi rolled his eyes offended by the leader response “It is romantic, and you should really try it out before laugh to my face” regaining his posture was Namjoon as he had a good time making fun of his hyung choice of date.

“Did Seul enjoy the date?”

“Of course!” he answered without any hesitation.

“I doubt that, knowing Seul, I bet you got cussed so hard that day” he chuckled at the thought of Seul’s fierce side.

Grunting lowly, Yoongi shot the fellow rapper a hard look shutting the guy’s mouth completely “Bring her to stargaze. Just both of you, a simple picnic-“ “Who does picnic at night?” suspicious with the ideas, he fired back earning a displease protest from the latter.

“I never heard picnic being associated with any period of time. I think this date fits both of you. You don’t like being in crowded place and prefer a quiet area. Seul doesn’t fancy an extravaganza date, so that will be perfect” he continued to fish Yoongi’s intrest.

“Picnic also means I have to cook something for us to eat” Yoongi expressed his concern.

Namjoon scrunched his nose in disbelief, if that’s what on his mind all this time then this man really need to get a dating class from a professional. “Prepare a simple one like sandwich. I thought we had enough practice from the Run BTS show, can’t you apply one of the recipes that we learned from that show for the sake of your date with Seul” he facepalmed as soon as Yoongi tilted his head in confusion.

“You do realize you can’t bring your proud ramen to a date right? Gosh, go and ask for Jin hyung’s help then” Yoongi loathed the idea of getting a help from Jin.

“He used to like Seul, I don’t trust him. What if he is planning to ruin my date by sabotaging the food?”

Overdramatic Yoongi was difficult to handle indeed. “Ramen is so unromantic hyung. I am against that choice of food. And, no alcohol. Seul doesn’t drink. Get help from Jin hyung to prepare a simple Kimbap at least. Who needs fancy food when all you do is making out?” his sarcasm has soared to a higher level challenging Yoongi’s ego.

“Yah! That is not true. Don’t turn me into a pervert”

“Aren’t you one?” a faint voice interrupted their serious conversation. Sweaty Jin sank beside the leader with a playful smile “So are you planning to take Seul out for a romantic date?” he inquired the obvious. “I can help you with the food. I know Seul’s favourite food” Yoongi glared in process while his mind insisted on accepting the older guy’s offer, but the jealousy stopped him from doing the right thing.

“Who is dating Seul here? You or Jin Hyung…” he teased the grumpy man.

“Shut it. What can you cook for Seul?” a wide grin spread across Jin’s face upon hearing the request from Yoongi’s mouth.

Jin chuckled “Grocery shopping in an hour” he threw the used towel at Yoongi as he arose from his seat to get changed. Unwilling to spend the day at the grocery some more with Kim Seokjin, Yoongi pushed his body up considering this thing involved Seul like he could bail on Jin.

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Third attempt.

Fourth attempt.

Fifth attempt but came to no avail. There was no answer from Seul, now he wondered the girl’s whereabout. To begin with, this was Namjoon’s idea to not notify the busy girl beforehand about this date. He insisted that the surprise should start before the actual date took place.

“Kim Namjoon, I am so done with you” he grunted under his breath. Yoongi took this matter into his hand and decided to pick Seul up by his own. He should have done it sooner instead of listening to Namjoon’s fairy-tale.

The journey to Seul’s neighbourhood took approximately twenty minutes by public transportation. It has been a long time since he last used public transportation to anywhere. Even though he sneaked out once in awhile when he needed a fresh air, he avoided crowded place at all cost. Therefore, public transportation was not an option since he preferred to walk appreciating his surroundings.

He climbed up the stairs praying hard in his head that Seul would be home. On top of that, this would be his first time to meet Seul’s family. The thought of meeting their caretaker lady after years numbed his mind.

“Breath Min Yoongi.. Breath” he smoothed his sweaty palm against his dark wash jeans. Pressing the red button, he could hear heavy footsteps beyond the door hollering “Give me a second” not long after the door was opened wide.

Yoongi was welcomed by Hoon confused face “Yoongi hyung? What are you doing here?” he blinked rapidly making sure he’s seeing the right thing.

Swallowing the heavy lumps in his throat, he emitted a soft cough “Hi, Hoon. Ah, I am looking for Seul, is she home? She didn’t pick up my calls” Hoon shot him an unknowing smile and nodded in response to his early question.

“Nuna is home but she’s sleeping though. Do you want me to wake her up?”

“No, it is okay. Can I wake her up instead? I mean not to sound weird but yeah… I can do it, if you allow me” he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck in process.

Hoon chuckled lightly watching how a renowned rapper like Min Yoongi turned into an adorable puppy at his doorstep “You are nuna’s boyfriend, why should I mind if you want to wake her up. Come in hyung” he provided a space for Yoongi to walk.

“You know?” he entered the apartment.

“It is obvious. Plus, nuna is a bad liar. How can we not know? I am happy for you and nuna, please love my nuna and don’t hurt her” he closed the door behind him and led Yoongi to Seul’s bedroom.

Yoongi softened as a warm smile found its way on his handsome face “I promise to love her and to cherish her. She is an amazing woman, I won’t hurt her” Hoon opened the door to Seul’s room and signalled him to get inside.

“I trust you hyung. Mom would be happy to meet you, I will go get her. For now, go and wake nuna. She is a light sleeper, but it is hard to get her out from bed, so good luck” chuckling softly, he left Yoongi with one last ‘Hwaiting’.

He scanned the room admiring its ambience, simple and minimalistic just matched his personal preference. Now he had seen another side of Seul, it was another way in deepening their relationship.

Smiling bashfully to himself, he tore his gaze to the sleeping figure on the bed. Seul looked ten times cuter than she already did when she was asleep. His heart melted at the sight. Yoongi sat carefully not to wake her lover up.

You look effortlessly beautiful even in your sleep. He mentally complimented the girl before him. Unconsciously, his hand reached out to stroke the strand of her hair from covering her eyes. She stirred a little in her sleep, squinting her eyes in process as Yoongi returned to admire her sleeping face.

“Mmm..Hoon..What time is it” Seul croaked.

“Time for you to get up baby” he whispered playfully.

“Baby what?” reluctantly, she rubbed her eyes in protest. Even in this state, she never failed to amuse Yoongi with her grumpy side. What a thing to witness. Her eyes rounded in sheer horror realizing Yoongi’s presence in her room. Sitting up almost immediately, her hoarse voice boomed across the cold room “What in the world? Why are you here?!” she hissed.

“To take you out for a date, so get up” he grabbed her hands, pulling the lazy to girl to her feet.

“Yah, Min Suga! Don’t invade my personal space, you are unbelievable. And what date? That is so sudden!” ignoring the words that flew like a freaking bullet, he dragged the girl to the bathroom. “What are you doing get out!!!” she squirmed under his strong grasp.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, collecting her hair and tied it neatly into a bun. Dazed by his weird action, Seul didn’t know what to expect next. She watched him grabbing her purple toothbrush, pressing the toothpaste on it. Giving her no time to digest, he shoved the toothbrush inside her mouth softly.

“Open your mouth, wide” Yoongi motioned the girl to follow his action. She stared at their reflection through the mirror in disbelief. Did Min Yoongi just brush her teeth as if she’s 2 years old girl? Goodness, what the hell was he trying to do?

“Stay still, I am trying to brush your teeth woman!”

“I can do it by my own” Seul slapped his hand softly, allowing her to hold the brush instead. To her distaste, the stubborn man turned her body to face him and swept her up, placing her carefully at the edge of the marble top.

His brow flinched, unamused by Seul’s persistence “I will do it so can you just listen to me?” he swatted her hand, finally in charged of brushing Ji Seul’s teeth again. Unromantic and weird. Tired of fighting, Seul rolled her eyes only to earn a light smack on her forehead.

“Don’t be a brat” he snickered.

She puckered her lips, upset with the childish treatment. Seul shot her boyfriend a ‘I hate you forever’ look. Of course, that didn’t stop Yoongi to pamper her like a little girl. Yoongi stood in between her legs, and leaned forward to take a glass of water for Seul to rinse her mouth.

As much as she hated being treated like an incapable person, she enjoyed this soft moment with Yoongi. Something that never happened to before, so it was rather amusing to experience it with a guy like Yoongi. He dabbed her mouth with clean cloth and hung it loosely around her neck afterwards.

“Go shower and change. I will wait for you outside. Or do you want me to shower you? I am up for that” he smirked playfully.

“Ew, no. Unless you stink”

“I am not!” Seul giggled cutely, throwing her arms around his neck. “You smell just like my Min Yoongi” she nuzzled his face allowing the man to pull her body close.

“Stop seducing me, I don’t have self-control” he whispered against her lips, moving it painfully slow just to tease her patience. Murmuring softly, she softened her lips over his warmth one “Then, get out before I change my mind” he let out a low groan.

“I will make you pay soon” pulling the playful girl into a breathless kiss, he set her down giving her space to breathe. The more he stayed in the same room as hers, the dangerous it would be.

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“Heol, nuna you don’t expect to go out for a date in that outfit, right?” his jaw hung low as his eyes scanned her sister from head to toes. Seul cringed in displeased upon hearing Hoon’s remarks “What is wrong with my outfit? It is my favourite hoodie and jeans” she puffed her cheeks.

“You look perfect” Yoongi chuckled softly exchanging look with Mrs Hwang whilst Hoon crossed his arm in disagreement.

“You look ugly” he corrected.

“Yah Ji Hoon! It is just a date with Min Yoongi. It is not a big deal! Mom, please tell me I look good in this?” she shoved her hands inside the pocket and pouted in hope to receive a morale support from her dear mother.

Mrs Hwang chided “ To me your outfit matched Yoongi-ah. So, I think you look pretty. Hoon stop making fun of your sister” she warned. “Next time I will dress you up prettily, now go and enjoy your date” she gave Yoongi’s hand a soft pat.

“Take care of my daughter and don’t forget to be careful. You don’t want to get caught by fans” he pulled his usual gummy smile. “I will make sure to protect Seul, ahjumma. Urm, we’ll get going now then. It is nice meeting you. The rest of the members are excited to see you soon”

“I know. Come and meet me once I get better, I will let you know. Seul, be nice to Yoongi. Do not be a kid” Seul pursed her lips and walked up to her mother for a brief hug. “Yoongi is the kid here anyway. See you later”

The lovebirds exited the house hand in hand finally to their very first date which was not a typical date inside Suga’s Genius Lab. Something new and exciting.

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Laying casually on the grass covered by a clean cloth beneath, they enjoyed the cold breeze and the shimmering stars above them. For once Namjoon’s idea worked today and Yoongi couldn’t be happier than this knowing he spend a quality time with the love of his life.

Yoongi had his hand encircled tightly around Seul’s waist, caressing it slowly enjoying the warmth that he gained from this proximity. Scooting closer to Yoongi, she grazed her fingers on his chest while continue stargazing.

“I wish to say like this forever” he broke the silence, followed by a satisfied sigh.

Seul propped her chin on his chest, gazing at Yoongi face lovingly. His lips curled into a charming smile as he pushed her up to match his level “Stop weakening my heart. You are hard to resist even now” his eyes bore into hers.

“I am not used to romantic Suga. Guess, I am going to live with that thought in my mind” she blushed, rubbing their nose together.

“Every moment that we spend together from now on, I will make sure it is something unforgettable. So you will love me even more” his sweet and alluring voice hummed, driving her heart to the edge of the cliff.

She stroked his jaws, trailing a kiss along his nose to the corner of his lips “I think I am falling for you deeper without trying. I am going to miss you, being this close to you” his lips broke into another charming smile.

“When you miss me, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go” Yoongi slid his hand to her neck, caressing it softly. Melted into his deep gaze, she felt his face inched to hers and his breath fanned against her skin.

“I will find my way home because you are my home” nibbling on her lips, he hovered her lips, kissing her sweetly.

You are my home. She repeated in her head multiple time devouring herself into this sweet moment. Even the short kisses that they shared could render them breathless. Live in the moment and paint it with beautiful memories, because it is worth it.

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baek-byunies · 5 years

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love me tender | a kyungsoo drabble;

romance, kyungsoo + reader, saying goodbye.

a/n: this is a gift to dia, @kyungseokie. it’s very simple and not exactly a birthday drabble, but it’s something i’ve been thinking about for a while; i thought maybe giving you a somewhat proper goodbye to ksoo would work as nice gift. it’s also my first time ever posting any of my works here, but you deserve it. so, here it is. i’m sorry if it’s a bit sad, lmao. happy birthday bby, i love you.

also tagging @yeoldotcom (thanks for the support, bubs).

On busy days like this, you’d usually forget about it. To be quite honest, you were used to the idea of farewells by now. For almost three years, you often had to watch him walk out the door and not come back for months. After the first time, you’d realized that would be your routine as a couple; he’d be travelling around the world, doing what the loved, and you’d be waiting for him to return, trying to keep yourself occupied so time would fly by faster. Spending your days away from him wasn’t an easy task - not at all, and some nights were rougher than others, but if that’s what it took for you to be together, then you’d try and accept it as happily as you could.

Nevertheless, on this particular saturday night, with problems from work still weighing down on your tired mind, you caught yourself swallowing an annoying, bitter bulge that quickly made its way up inside your throat after glancing at the bright screen of your cell phone. As you drove yourself back home, the device vibrated against the leather seat beside you to show a new incoming message: “okay, i’ll be waiting for you. come back safely”. Right above it, big white letters made sure to indicate the undeniable truth: July 29th, 2019. You had less than 48 hours together before bidding farewells once again. It was never easy to go through the exact moment of saying goodbye to the love of your life; the last kiss, the teary eyes, the click of the door knob and the suffocating pain that bruised against your rib cage during the first hours, but you had seen it happen enough times for you to make peace with its inevitability. This time, however, when you remembered what saying goodbye would really mean, all you could feel was a growing helplessness inside your chest. This time, you couldn’t control the despair that creeped its way inside your brain. This time, you weren’t ready at all.

Two years. Not two weeks of promotions, not two months of touring. Two whole years. 24 months of his absence. Uncountable days of living without his fingers between yours, without staring at his shy sleepy eyes under the darkness of your shared bedroom, his arms around your waist, his warm skin against yours; without his soothing voice and caring words calming down your loud chaotic mind; without him throwing his head back to giggle at anything stupid you’d say just to watch your favorite open smile across his lips. You’d miss everything. Even the tiniest little things. Even his short temper, his quietness, his moody good mornings before coffee, his overly honest opinions, how he’d whine until you left the kitchen and let him cook in peace.

It took you a few minutes to finally leave your car after already parking it on your apartment’s spot, holding the steering wheel a bit too tight and brainstorming on how to act normally around him and not burden his already busy mind with your depressing thoughts. He needed you, among all people, to respect and support his decision, and you’d been trying your best to show him that you did. It was the most difficult thing you had to come to terms with in your entire life, but you had to be the one to hold his hand and stand by him until the last minute without falter. You knew it was as hard for him to leave you as it was for you to watch him go.

The soft sound of the elevator landing on your floor was the only thing that managed to wake you up from your trance. Taking a step out of its steel walls, you inhaled a great amount of the hallway’s cold air. Although the only thing you needed to soothe your already aching heart was him, deep down your core you knew you were unconsciously postponing this moment; it’d mean you were closer to being with him for the last time. You couldn’t lie, you were afraid. Frightened. But you couldn’t let yourself waste any more seconds you’d regret not being by his side in the future. Realizing you somehow already had your keys against your palm, you faintly knocked on your shared apartment’s door to announce your arrival before unlocking and opening it.

“Honey?” closing the door behind you and entering the living room’s cozy atmosphere, you were immediately welcomed by his deep voice emerging from further inside the apartment. While your fingers already engaged on unlacing your pair of boots, you heard his light footsteps making their way towards you. “Welcome home.” As you kicked your shoes to the nearest corner, you lifted your eyes for your vision field to be filled with an approaching Kyungsoo and his sweet small smile. Affectionately staring down at you and taking a final step closer until you were a breath away from each other, he slid his hands under your coat, from your clothed collarbones to your shoulders, to gently take the garment off.

“Hello.” You whispered, your tone an octave weaker than expected, not wasting any minute on sneaking your arms around his torso and pinning your chest against his, deeply sighing against the woody scent of his perfume sprayed black sweater. After placing your coat on the wall hanger, he softly ran his palms against your back, stroking it tenderly while showering your forehead with light pecks.

“Long day?” he asked, a soft chuckle vibrating off his ribcage as you weighed your tired body against his, snuggling your face against the crook of his neck and nodding discreetly. You couldn’t help but comfortably closing your eyes to his long awaited touch, focusing on absorbing the warmth that emanated from his bare skin against your cheek.

“I’m sorry I had to work today.” You muttered after a few seconds of silence, your words muffled against his throat. Feeling a deep long sigh fanning against the crown of your head, you prayed he hadn’t realized you tried your utmost to conceal the irrepressible melancholic voice tone that came off your lips.

“It’s okay. We can still enjoy our day together.” Cradling you tightly between his arms, his lips found their way to your ear shell, ghosting over your skin as he whispered, “look at me.” You knew he was aware of you hiding your face from his attentive gaze. You knew he could read through the veiled sadness in your eyes like an open book, as he would never fail to do, and you couldn’t let him. Not today. You tried your best not to think about how that would be the beginning of your last hours with him, but you couldn’t ignore the ticking clock inside your brain. And the last thing you wanted was to envenom him with your anxiety and sorrow. Leaning an inch away, he dragged his hands upwards from your waist, cupping your cheeks as he ever so lightly kissed your closed lids. “I have a surprise for you.” As he grabbed on one of your hands to take a step back and lead you along the corridor, you opened your eyes to his dark irises staring fondly at you. “Aren’t you curious?” He had nothing but a pleased, teasing smirk splattered across his heart-shaped lips; no sadness, no regret.

“What do you mean a surprise?” You found yourself already inevitably smiling back, letting yourself be dragged by him. You could never resist the way his eyes would soften under half-moon lids as his smile grew wider, just like it was right now. As both of you turned around the end of the entrance corridor, he let you take the first step inside the living room ahead of him, lacing his arms around your waist as his body pressed against your back.

“Kyungsoo-” You were not sure how you were expecting to spend that night with him, a little insecure about how you’d act around each other on your last couple days together, but you were definitely not expecting that. Your once almost unused dinner table adorned with the fanciest porcelain dish set you had stored in the depths of your cabinets, a crystal jar filled with freshly picked looking tulips and orchids on all shades of white and lilac, all glistening under the dim lights coming from a pair of silver candlesticks you had certainly never seen before.

“I know we’ve been a little busy lately, and I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve cooked you something special... so I thought I’d make it a little fancier tonight.” His low-pitched voice reverberated against your ear lobe, and you could feel his lips shaped on a satisfied smile as they traced lazy little moistened kisses across the corner of your jawline.

“When did you get all that?” You spun on your feet to face him, the sparkles deep inside your dilated pupils dragging the corners of his mouth even further upwards.

“Today, actually.” He answered, already leading you towards the table with a hand firmly against the small of your back.

“You could’ve told me! I would’ve helped you get everything.” As you approached the only source of light in the room besides the stars and moon outside the glass walls, you realized your glasses were already half filled with a sweet smelling crimson liquid, and behind the flower jar, stood your favorite bottle of red wine.

“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it?” Kyungsoo helped you sit on one of the two wooden chairs and you couldn’t help but giggle at his chivalry. He’d always been the kind of person to express his feelings through actions rather than words, and scared you’d shy him away, you’d always quietly enjoy his little caring gestures every now and then. Whether it was humming your favorite songs in your ear until you finally fell asleep on your worst insomniac nights, coming home from a tiring rehearsal day with a handful of your favorite cheap chocolates and ready to watch the cringiest dramas to brighten up your mood or quietly listening to you cry in his arms, holding you as if he’d never let go, he’d never fail to show you he’d be there to take care of you. But you weren’t expecting him to go that far today.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Coming back from the kitchen with a porcelain bowl on his hands, Kyungsoo carefully placed it on the table, right between your plates. With white twirls of steam still coming off the red sauce covered dish, your nostrils were immediately filled the sweet smell of freshly cooked tomatoes. “Your favorite.” He murmured, sitting across from you.

With a gasp, you finally recognized the dish as Kyungsoo stirred it inside the bowl before serving you a couple spoonfuls. “Gnocchi! I thought you’d never give it a try just because of how much I used to nag you about it.” Laughing at your words as he served himself, Kyungsoo shook his head in small movements.

“It’s not exactly the easiest recipe if you actually do it from scratch, but I tried my best.” Folding his arms against his chest and resting his elbows on the edge of the table, he stared anxiously at you, waiting on your verdict. Kyungsoo loved cooking, especially for his loved ones, and he was nothing less than great at it, but he‘d still watch you take the first bite off his every dish in seek of your approval. This time, of course, it wasn’t any different.

“God-“ You started, slowly chewing on the soft potato dumplings, the sauce the right amount of salty and sweet taking over your taste buds. “It’s perfect.” Kyungsoo’s shoulders relaxed as he exhaled deeply, a genuine happy smile creeping its way along his lips.

“I’m glad you like it.” Reaching for his cutlery, Kyungsoo suddenly stopped midway, getting up from his seat with a swift movement. “I was almost forgetting something.” He muttered to himself, your eyes following as he took quick steps across the room towards his beloved old fashioned record player, lowering down its tone arm to meet the vinyl. The room was immediately filled with the first song of your favorite jazz and blues compilation as Kyungsoo already made his way back to his seat.

“You really thought this whole thing through, didn’t you?” You said under a chuckle, taking a sip of your wine glass.

“Maybe I did.” He shrugged his shoulders, cocking an amused eyebrow at your smirk.

For about twenty to thirty minutes, you really did forget about everything. You were unconsciously entirely involved by how it felt to be around Kyungsoo and his light, familiar, comforting aura; how your heart was used to being filled with the warmth of his presence. He was unusually talkative that night, and you, being used to taking that role in your daily lives, settled with quietly listening as he told you about his little adventure to the flower shop and how the owner, “a very sweet old lady”, had helped him make a good choice that wouldn’t seem too cliché, because he knew “you hated clichés”, then about how hard it was for him to find an actually good recipe for your beloved gnocchi, and even harder finding that dish set his mother had given him a couple years ago, right after you had moved in together, kept in the darkest corner of your cabinets.

You had both finished your second plates of the dish, laughing about how he had to run and turn off all the lights as he heard you knock on the door, when the first chords of a certain song started coming off from the speakers. Taking the last gulp from his glass of wine, he promptly stood from his seat, offering you a stretched out hand.

“Kyungsoo, you know I can’t dance.” You huffed under a chuckle, already enlancing your fingers with his, nevertheless. It was your song, and you could never deny him that moment. The first song he had sang you under the moonlight, on your first date out in the open together. With his face constantly all over Seoul’s billboards, you never had much opportunities to go out on casual, normal dates. On that day, however, Kyungsoo had gotten fed up with being a prisoner to his own house, not able to show you what a beautiful night it was outside. After driving to the farthest public park possible, way past midnight, you had laid down on the cold, dew sprinkled grass, watching as the stars sparkled against the navy blue sky. ‘Can you sing for me?’ you had whispered against the silent night atmosphere, still too embarrassed about being this close to him, your connected hands between your bodies. Lowering his black face mask, he turned to lay on his side, silently waiting for you to do the same. You still remember the boiling anxiety that twirled your insides as you gathered all the courage inside your being to face him, his eyes not even a couple inches away from yours. With a sigh, he closed his lids to start slowly whispering the lyrics you’d never forget after that moment. ‘Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go’.

You couldn’t have stopped yourself from kissing him if you tried.

“And you know I don’t care.” Flushing your body against his, his hands gently pressing down on your hips, you rolled your eyes at him before lacing your arms around his neck. You slowly swayed around the wooden floor with small carefree steps, Kyungsoo staring deeply inside your eyes as a smile took over his plump lips.

“What?” You questioned, self-consciously hiding your face with one hand as he chuckled, already taking your palm between his fingers to reveal your soft pink stained cheeks to his gaze. “My makeup is smudged.” You huffed, pouting at his insistent stare.

“I just want to look at you. And that’s how I like you,” he said, lightly tucking a strand of wild uncombed hair behind your ear, “real, mine” cupping your cheeks, he placed a soft kiss right on your cupid’s bow, “always mine.” Burying your face against his chest, you could already feel that overwhelming flood of closeted emotions you so hard tried to keep at bay making its way up from your heavy lungs to your tightly shut throat and then finally to your burning eyelids.

“Love me tender, love me sweet, tell me you’re mine… i’ll be yours through all the years, till the end of time.” His voice, his sweet, loving voice against your ear was the last straw. You could never resist it. It brought you the most unique, truthful feelings you had ever experienced, and god, maybe you’d probably miss it the most.

“I don’t want you to go-“ you were already sobbing as your muffled words collided against his chest, ripping their way across your stinging voice chords. You really tried your best not to crumble down in front of him, holding it back until he would he out the door. You really did try. But it was impossible. “I can’t... live without you-” echoing your thoughts, you tightly grabbed on the cloth of his sweater, twisting it between your fingers. And you let yourself cry. With your forehead pinned against his chest, facing the floor, your uncontrollable tears fell harshly against the wood tiles.

“Sshhh, it’s okay, look at me. Y/n, look at me.” Kyungsoo whispered, gently trying to lift your head while cupping your wet cheeks with his warm palms. “It’s okay, baby, I know… I know.” Leaning down to level your eyes, he showered your flushed face with the sweetest butterfly pecks. “We can do this.” He murmured against your ear shell, trying hard not to let his choked up voice win him over. “I love you so, so much.” Wiping away the waterfall like tears making their way down to your chin with his fingers and lips, Kyungsoo stared at your swollen, still closed red lids.

“Kyungsoo,” you heavily let out under strangled breaths, “I’m sorry, I really-” your trail of words were interrupted by a loud sob, and you had to concentrate on inhaling and exhaling deeply before thinking of saying anything else.

“It’s okay, my love. I know. There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said, stroking your feverish cheeks softly, “you’ve been so strong for me throughout all this, haven’t you?” with your lips tightly between your teeth, you still tried to control your breathing, the tears now silently rolling down your face. “Can you look at me now? Please.” Feeling the pain in his voice, you finally did as he asked you, opening your lids to Kyungsoo’s own teary eyes glistening against the candle light.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could blurt out. It was all too much for you, and you were legitimately starting to think that maybe you weren’t strong enough to take everything at once.

“It’s okay, baby. I feel the same. I’m gonna miss you so, so much. I’ll miss you more than anything. I’ll think about you every second of every hour of every day. Whenever you think of me, I’ll be thinking of you, and I guess that way we’ll be closer, right? Our hearts will never be apart.” He still had that soft smile lingering on his lips, that same smile you were sure you couldn’t live without. “I know it’s a long time, but it’s not forever. And I’ll still be there to love you when it’s all over.” His sweet loving words weren’t making the tears go away, but the sound of his tender, calming voice, was the only thing that helped control your hitched breathing. “I have something for you.”

While still holding your face tightly, Kyungsoo used one hand to search for something in the front pocket of his dark jeans. Under the weak lights and with your blurred sight and dazed brain, you couldn’t recognize the black object between his fingers.

“I’ve thought about this for a while. You know how I tend to overthink about important things.” Taking a deep, long sigh, Kyungsoo moistened his red stained lips before continuing. “And you know I’m fine with the whole duty thing. Although I… believe we can do this, I know two years is… a long time.“ Playing with the object between his digits, he finally gave your cheek a hesitant, final stroke to hold the thing between both of his palms. “I hope someday you’ll get used to being without me, ‘cause I want you to be okay. I want you to enjoy your life, especially when I’m not here. I don’t think I can make it through if I know you’re not happy.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say, and to be honest, your dizzy mind wasn’t really following what he tried telling you. “What is it, Kyungsoo?” with shaky words, you focused on what he hid between his hands. With a nervous chuckle, he fidgetly engaged on working on the object. It was a small, very simple velvet bag, and while he managed to untie the petit lace around it, Kyungsoo inhaled heavily before speaking again.

“As I’ve said… it’ll be a long wait for both of us. I won’t have much room to change my mind, but you’ll be out here, living. And all I want for you is... happiness.” Turning the tiny bag upside down over his shell-shaped hand, two thin silver rings fell with silent clinks on his palm. “I’ll understand if you ever feel the need to step away from this, or if you, one day, maybe realize you’re not feeling the same way you once felt. I hope you don’t, but…” with another anxious little laugh, he stared gently at your wide eyes. “So… this is a promise. My promise to you. My feelings won’t change. And I’m… asking you to wait for me.” Lifting his eyes from the rings on his hand, he looked up at you once again.

“Kyungsoo,” you felt speechless. You felt too much at once. And you were drunk with so many emotions trying to fit inside your swollen heart at the same time and how your ribcage felt small around it, pressing against your lungs. “There’s no one else for me. I couldn’t get over you if I tried.” But as you looked at his wide almond eyes, most of all, you felt love. And you felt loved. “I love you. With everything I have. And the thought of going on with my life, any life without you, is suffocating. And that’s frightening. But not waiting for you is simply not an option. So that’s all I’ll be doing for the next two years. Wait for you.” With your trembly fingers, you tightly held his hands with yours, hiding the rings between your sweaty skins. “I’ll be right here when you come back.”

With a gentle kiss over the crown of your head, Kyungsoo took your left hand with both of his, silently sliding one the silver rings, the one with a single, small diamond on top, along your ring finger. Letting you do the same to him, Kyungsoo kept his eyes locked to yours as you stared at the metal sparkling under the lights.

For now, away from the world’s curious eyes, he enjoyed the new, light weight of the ring against his finger. “I’ll wear mine here, always,” he said, with a fist over his chest, “and I’ll never let go.” You simply nodded, feeling your eyes stinging against your blinking lids once again. “I’m yours.” He whispered against your ear, involving your body between his arms with a desperate, strong hold. With him gently swaying you to side to side, you stood there, connected, body and soul. With no haste, he placed long lasting soft kisses from your temple, to your closed lids, eyebrows and cheeks, finally lingering on your lips. Pinning your foreheads together, you both stared at each other. With an amused side smirk and a confinding tone, he murmured, “and if it helps you stop crying, there’s flan in the oven.”

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mattygraygubler · 4 years

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our campus: chapter 3 (tom holland fanfic)

summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: talk of being roofied, drinking

word count: 3.1k

a/n: more dialogue and texts????? someone come take my laptop away ALSO bold is texts or emails, u get it

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“So???” Emily said immediately as you sat down at your usual table for lunch. You dropped your salad and slid into the seat next to Ally.

“So what?” You asked, even though you knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Tutor boy! Is he hot for teacher yet?” Emily said with a wink.

“God, Em, you’re the worst.” You replied.

“And you are avoiding the question.” Isabelle said as she grabbed your iced tea. “You can have this back after you dish.”

“Fine. His name is Tom Holland-” you were interrupted by Ally choking on her water, spitting all over her empty plate.

“Tom Holland?! God, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Ally said. “He’s the fucking worst.”

“What what what explain now.” Emily said in one breath.

“Ok so first of all he’s super hot, so no matter what he auditions for, he always gets cast. In fact, he’s currently starring in Romeo and Juliet, which if you remember I’m stage managing. So needless to say, I unfortunately have to work very, very closely with him.”

“Al, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Emily said giddily.

“For Y/N’s sake, I was praying it wasn’t him.”

“What was he like?” Isabelle asked you.

“Well he came up to me and hit on me before realizing I was his tutor.” You said, and then proceeded to tell the rest of the horrible story of your first encounter with Tom.

“Ohmigod he’s totally into you,” Emily said in one breath.

“Yeah, you need to stop tutoring him.” Isabelle said.

“Iz, are you INSANE?!” Emily replied.

“What? He’s obviously incredibly disrespectful. She shouldn’t waste her time.”

“Look, I’m gonna give him the benefit of the doubt. The second he breaks a rule, I’m done.”

“I love it when you give boys rules, it’s so hot,” Isabelle said and you all laughed.

The rest of the day passed by relatively quickly, and thankfully the delta nu meeting finished early, meaning you could get some work done before Tom showed up.

You were sat in the hlab, getting some work done for your political conflict class, when a figure slid in across from you, pulling one of your headphones out of your ear.

“Jess!” You greeted Jessie with a smile.

“I have goss.” She replied. Just like Jessie, always straight to the point, and always the center of gossip.

“About who?” You asked, intrigued.

“You.”

“Me?” She nodded, a giddy smile on her lips.

“Word around the quad is that a certain tutee of yours has a little crush.”

“Jessie, what are you talking about.”

“Tom told Harrison, who told James, who told Max, who told me that he said you were gorgeous and that he didn’t think he could work with someone he was so attracted to.” You rolled your eyes.

“What a bunch of bullshit. He’s just a horny frat boy.”

“Y/N! You LOVE horny frat boys!”

“Well he’s not my type.”

“How?! He’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“You fuck him then!”

“Believe me, I’ve tried.” Jessie said with a laugh. You raised your eyebrows. “Okay, I haven’t really tried, Max has this rule about me fooling around with his frat brothers.”

Max and Jessie were unseperable ever since freshman seminar, when Max came out as gay at an hc party and Jessie decided he was adorable and needed her protection. Since then, Jessie was a rock for Max, and no one, besides the juniors in hc, knew he was gay. Including his fraternity brothers.

“Whatever, I’m not interested.” You said.

“Y/N you truly are impossible sometimes. You’re never gonna get frat bingo until you get delt, and he’s a delt.” You sighed. After being roofied by a delt freshman year, you almost gave up on frat bingo. You would’ve been the first in your friend group to get it if you hadn’t given up on delt. Ally dropped out sophomore year, Isabelle fell behind when she got a boyfriend, and Emily was a bit behind you.

She would never admit it, but Emily was a prude. To an extent, of course. She played the flirt so well people didn’t realize that she rarely slept with guys, and never guys she didn’t know.

“Look I need some food. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jessie asked. You nodded, and immediately began texting your friends.

♡girly girls♡

You

ok we have an issue

What’s up?

You

well apparently tom told his frat brothers that he has a crush on me and doesnt want me to tutor him because hes “too attracted” to me

holy

fucking

shit

he did not

i said from the start this was a bad idea. do you like him N/N?

You

i mean not really. hes not my type.

of course he isnt, hes not emotionally unavaliable and incredibly intelligent but incredibly problematic

You

w o w way to read me to filth al

it had to happen

You

whatever its almost 915 so i better go

love u losers

You put down your phone, pulling out your political conflict textbooks and start reading. Soon, you were engrossed in the greek war of independence, completely forgetting where you were or what time it was.

Books did that to you too often. In fact, it made you insecure. For so long you didn’t think you were as smart as the other hc kids, you were just a fast reader. Freshman year, when you really got close to the other hc kids, you realized that they were your people. You belonged.

You glanced at your phone. 9:45. He was a half hour late.

You debated texting him, but decided against it. You would wait for him to show up, tell him he broke a rule, block his number, email G, and move on.

It took another ten minutes for him to show up.

“Evening sweetheart,” he said as he stumbled into the hlab, which was now completely empty except for you. He sat across from you and started unzipping his backpack.

“No need to unpack, this shouldn’t take long.” You said. He looked at you quizzically. “It’s two minutes before ten. You’re incredibly late, and my time is incredibly valuable. It’s also fairly obvious you’ve been drinking. I don’t have time for slobs who get drunk on a Monday and aren’t respectful to people who are giving up their time to help you.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and started to walk out.

“Y/N, c’mon, you’re being dramatic. I promise I won't do it again.” He said from behind you. You stopped cold and turned slowly to face him, although he was still a good 10 feet away from you.

“Did you just call me… dramatic?”

“I’m sorry, darling, but you were-”

“Stop. Do not call me darling, and never, ever call a girl dramatic. I made myself crystal clear, both yesterday and today, you do not deserve my time, Tom Holland.”

“Y/N-”

“I truly wish you all the best and I hope you’re able to graduate, despite having less brain cells than a cantaloupe.” You felt your words sting him, but you didn’t care. He was disrespectful, he deserved it, you told yourself.

“Y/N.” He said, his voice cracking. He took a deep breath. “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry.” This was not what you were expecting from him.

He sighed, sitting on his chair. You cautiously leaned against the table behind you, looking at a boy close to tears.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I’m sorry for being late to our meeting, and I’m sorry for showing up drunk.”

“Tell me why.”

“I’m sorry?” He asked.

“Tell me why you’re late and why you’re drunk and I’ll consider helping you.” He looked at the ground again.

“Any chance I can get a shot first?” He jokingly said.

“You are already pushing your luck, Holland, do you really want to make it worse?”

“Fine, I’m sorry. I was late and drunk because I was embarrassed.” You raised your eyebrows. “To be honest, I knew who I was looking for yesterday. I hit on you to break the tension.”

“Why were you embarrassed? And, wait, you knew who I was?”

“I looked up your instagram before we met so I’d know who to look for, and I hit on you because I didn’t want you to help me.”

“And why were you embarrassed?” He started playing with the cuff of his sleeve, still not looking at you. “Tom.” You said, getting him to finally look at you.

“I was embarrassed because I’m flunking out of school and need a tutor, and my tutor asked me to meet in the most intense place on campus.”

“The hlab? Intense?”

“Y/N, you need to be, like, a genius to even be considered for this program. And here I am, a theater major who can’t even pass a class about the stars.”

“Astronomy is about a lot more than stars, if you bothered to open your textbook, you’d know that.” He stared at you, and you noticed tears coming to his eyes.

“I can’t be tutored. I can’t. I’ll figure something else out.” He hastily grabbed his backpack and prepared to walk out the door, but you grabbed his backpack, turning him around.

“Stop. Open your backpack.” He looked at you, confused, but obliged, holding the backpack open in front of you. You looked through it, noticing five notebooks, and a folder. You pulled it out, riffled through, and saw a schedule along with five syllabi. You nodded and looked back at him.

“The list?” You asked. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to you. It had the list of assignments you asked for. You nodded again.

“You need to be making a list like this every friday for the upcoming week, got it?” He nodded and then zipped his backpack, turning back to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, your arms folded.

“Home?” He asked.

“Nope. Sit.”

“You mean…?” “You were disrespectful. I will not forgive you for that, but as your tutor, it’s my job to help you, no matter how stupid you act. And to be clear, I was not calling your intelligence stupid. I was referring to the fact that you already broke a rule, and of course, the unspoken rule of not showing up to sessions drunk.” He slid into the seat across from you and pulled out notebooks and pencils as you analyzed the list.

“Have you done any readings this week?” He shook his head. “When you’re in class, do you feel like the teacher is speaking another language and all the other students understand it but you?” “Yeah, how-”

“Look, Tom, I’m gonna share with you the biggest college hack there is. All lectures are is the professor talking about the reading and helping you to understand the material. You cannot possibly understand the lecture without doing the readings. Once you start reading, the lectures will make sense, even if you don’t understand the readings the first time you read them. Make sense?”

“Well, you said read a lot…” You raised your eyebrows. “No, no, that makes sense.”

“When you go to class this week, you need to be taking notes by hand. Statistically you’re much more likely to absorb the material that way, especially without the added distraction that is the internet.” He nodded.

“Last but certainly not least, we cannot start our work until you’ve done the readings. So I will see you Friday evening for a session, we’ll review the material of that week making sure you understand it, you’ll complete your homework on Saturday, and we’ll meet again Sunday night to review the homework before you hand it in. If need be, we can meet for a weekday session.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t question my methods. You are one more C- away from being kicked out of college. You like it here? Don’t wanna go back to the freezing rain in London? You’ll listen to me.” You packed your bag and Tom started to follow suit.

“Nope.” You said, placing a hand on the notebook he was about to put in his bag. “You’ll stay here and do your readings for the rest of the week. No matter how long it takes.” “But this is-” “Hlab? I’m aware, but I guess you haven’t noticed that literally no one is here. No one is going to be mad that you’re here. Just sit and read.”

“Y/N?” He called as you walked towards the door. “I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t like apologies, Tom. Stop apologizing, stop being embarrassed, and do better.”

You returned to your room, lying on your bed and opening back up your textbook, but not before texting your friends.

♡girly girls♡

You

just got back

howd it go???

You

he showed up 45 minutes late, drunk

so where are we meeting to bury his dead body?

You

very funny, Al

i wasnt joking.

wait he was drunk? on a monday? typical

so i guess you wont be seeing him again?

You were conflicted. You shared everything in your friends, but Tom was vulnerable with you and you didn’t want to betray his trust.

You

look we talked about it and he explained himself. im giving him one more chance.

seriously? im shook

You

whatever he made a good case

i think you just wanna sleep with him

You

i dont i promise you thats the last thing i wanna do

ive got 10 bucks they hook up before march 1st. anyone wanna take the over?

ill take that action, Y/N is stubborn as hell

You

you guys are the absolute worst. see you for lunch xox

It wasn’t long before you dozed off. Your alarm woke you up the next morning, your textbook still lying across your chest. You already had a few texts from your friends.

♡girly girls♡

al i just saw that cute girl with the purple hair u like

shut up em i dont like her

is she the one whose asm for romeo and juliet???

thats the one!

guys ! leave it, ok? shes straight

You

with that hair? i doubt it

You checked the rest of your messages, surprised to see a blue bubble next to Tom’s name.

Tom Holland

hey sorry but i dont think this is gonna work, sorry for waisting your time, ill tell gronsky to find me another tutor

You were shocked, quickly sending a text message to your group chat.

i thought you said everything was gucci ?

You

i thought it was….

pls text him back

You rolled your eyes, realizing Isabelle was right.

You

Stop being ridiculous. you misspelled “wasting”. dont forget handwritten notes in class today. ill see you friday.

He responded almost immediately.

Tom Holland

I wasnt dicking around. rlly. this isnt gonna work. i already emailed gronk.

You sent an updated screenshot to your group chat, rolling your eyes, right as an email alert popped up to the top of your screen.

TO: y/[email protected]

FROM: [email protected]

SUBJECT: Thomas tutoring

Hi kiddo,

Not sure if this is a mistake but Thomas just emailed me saying you would no longer be tutoring him? I thought you would be a good match for him… Take the rest of the week, talk to him, if he still doesn’t want you as his tutor let me know by Friday so I can try to find someone new to tutor him.

I know he can be challenging, but I’m sure you realize that’s exactly why I picked you. ;) (and also because no one else agreed to work with him)

You sighed. Of course. Typical G, giving you all the basket cases and expecting you to fix them. It was true, you never backed down from a challenge, but this one may not be for you.

You looked at your phone and pulled out Tom’s schedule from your backpack. He was finished with statistics in a half hour, just enough time for you to get ready and go to the math and science building.

You made it there with just a few minutes to spare. You stood outside the room, back against the wall, popping your bubble gum and waiting. The class let out, mostly sophomores giddily running off to lunch, obviously relieved to be done with class.

Tom was one of the last ones to leave the classroom, and as soon as he saw you he rolled his eyes.

“Hi Max,” you greeted Max who was walking next to him.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile.

“Are you TAing?” You asked, still completely ignoring Tom who was fidgeting in front of you.

“You know it.”

“Mind if I steal Tom?”

“No problem, see you at home dude,” he said and they did a stupid handshake.

“Walk me to lunch.” You said and started to walk towards the door. “That wasn’t a question, Thomas.” You said when you saw that he wasn’t following you. He quickly caught up to you, but not before you overheard a groan.

“Has anyone ever told you you are incredibly difficult?” He asked. You laughed, which surprised him.

“That really doesn’t bother me.”

“You can’t boss me around anymore, you’re not my tutor.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong. I am your tutor, therefore I can boss you around.”

“I fired you.”

“Good thing I don’t work for you, then.” He sighed.

“Y/N.” He said and stopped in the middle of the walkway.

“Thomas.” You said in the same tone.

“Why are you doing this?”

“A little bird who may or may not be Gronk told me that no one else would tutor you. So I am very sorry Mr. frat boy, but it looks like you’re stuck with me.” You turned and continued walking.

“Seriously?” He said as he fell into step with you again. “Pity?”

“Stop being difficult.” You said, smiling as you used his words against him.

“Whatever. I’ll give you a week before you give up.” You laughed.

“I don’t quit, Holland. I’m incredibly competitive and you will not win this fight.” He looked unhappy, but held the door to the dining hall for you.

You approached your usual table, Tom following close behind. You turned to him before taking your usual seat.

“I know you didn’t finish your readings last night. Go find a place to finish them. Take good notes. I’ll see you Friday at 4, if you’re late, there’s gonna be a problem.” He simply nodded and walked away, greeting some friends he knew in the cafeteria.

You turned to your friends, all of whom were suspiciously quiet.

“So…” Isabelle said, finally breaking the tension. “I guess you’re still tutoring him?”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #frat!tom #imagine

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ticklygiggles · 5 years

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Height matters | Soukoku

A/N: I haven’t read nor watched Bungou Stray Dogs in ages! And I haven’t seen dead Apple yet either, but I hope you all enjoy this fic! Thank you for requesting and I'm sorry for the long wait!

Summary: there's an embarrassing situation, a slightly guilty Dazai and Chuuya can't express love very well.

Very light mentions of death, but nothing too intense.

18. “I’m pretty sure they didn’t mean that.” (Now that I think about it, this sentence can have a lot of meanings…)

Words: 1k+

“I’m pretty sure they didn’t mean that, Chuu-Chan,” Dazai tries to comfort his boyfriend, patting his head and rubbing his back softly, however, at his words, Chuuya simply whines, his face burying deep into Dazai’s chest and his arms wrapping tightly around his middle. “Since when do you mind what kids say about you?”

“Since they called me short in front of everyone at the market,” Chuuya whines again. “This is all your fault!”

Dazai chuckles, but doesn’t say anything back. It is, somehow, his fault: Chuuya had told him yesterday afternoon that they were out of eggs for breakfast and Dazai promised, (he promised), to stop by the market before coming back home.

Of course, he didn’t. So Chuuya had to wake up earlier that day and damn his way out of the apartment to the market because, apparently, ’it was his turn to go and get eggs’, in that exact moment his nightmare started.

At the market, when Chuuya was, in fact, not trying to get anything from the higher shelves, but, actually, from the lower ones, three kids suddenly appeared and gathered around him, lifting their chubby and filthy little fingers to point at him, screaming ‘short, short, short, short!’, over and over again. Chuuya was beyond surprised, his eyes widening and his cheeks flushing bright red in embarrassment when some people started to look over at the scene.

He cringed at the memory. It was an awful experience. All thanks to Dazai.

“What did you do to them?” Dazai asks, his hand scratching Chuuya’s back, making him shiver.

“I hit them in the head!” Chuuya’s voice is muffled against Dazai’s chest. “I got bullied by random kids just because you didn’t want to go and buy damn eggs!”

Dazai whined when he felt a punch on his back, his arms tightening around Chuuya. “I really am sorry, Chuuya.”

“I know you are not, you always laugh at my height, anyways!” Dazai chuckles, shaking his head. “You see?!” Dazai growls as he receives another punch in his back. “You are the worst.”

“I’m not! I haven’t made fun of your height in ages! I promise-

"No, you can’t make promises anymore!” Chuuya pushes himself out of Dazai’s embrace, but Dazai quickly hugs him back, tightly, dipping his head between Chuuya’s neck and shoulder. “Let go! Let go!”

“No, until you forgive me,” Dazai mumbles against Chuuya’s skin.

“You bastard, I will never! I was humiliated by kids! I hate you so m- don’t you fucking dare,” Chuuya warns through clenched teeth when he feels a flutter of fingers against the curve of his waist, making him jump in Dazai’s embrace and jerk to the side.

“Forgive me, Chuu-chan,” Dazai whines, lifting his face from Chuuya’s neck and smiling when he notices Chuuya’s flushed cheekbones.

Dazai doesn’t fail to also notice a playful glint twinkling in Chuuya’s eyes and he knows he’s not as angry as he claims to be, after all, Chuuya couldn’t care less about what other people think about him, especially not some random kids making fun of him in a market, from all places.

So, why was he being a whiny little baby?

“Please?”

“Hell no.” Dazai sees it: that tiny little smirk tugging at the corner of Chuuya’s mouth. Chuuya is being a whiny little baby because he wants Dazai’s attention.

Now, this does not happen often. In fact, Dazai can’t remember the last time Chuuya acted this way around him. He’s always pushing him away when Dazai wants to kiss him or cuddle him, but there are times, very rare times, where Chuuya really needs to feel that Dazai is there for him.

Maybe Chuuya doesn’t give a fuck about what other people think about him, but when it comes to Dazai, then he’s extremely insecure. Scared of losing Dazai for matters such his height and the fact that every single day of their lives is full of danger. One of them, (sometimes he wishes both of them), could die and just vanish from this world.

Chuuya is sure he couldn’t take the pain of being without his partner, so he tries to just not fall more deeply in love with him, but it’s impossible. He’s already so drunk in love that he chooses to act hostile towards his lover and push him away when he tries to initiate affection, but guilt eats him inside everytime and he starts to think that Dazai will grow tired of him and his lack of demonstration of love.

It is a cycle that drives Chuuya crazy until he can’t take it anymore and he starts to act this way: wanting Dazai’s attention even when he knows his lover thinks of the most stupid ways to show attention, as tickling.

It’s a relieve, however, when Dazai actually gives him what he’s looking for; that’s how he knows they’re okay. That’s how he knows Dazai still loves him and that he’s not tired of him yet. Just not yet.

“Okay, you asked for it.” Dazai shrugs and his hand reaches down to cup Chuuya’s waist, giving it a firm squeeze.

Chuuya jumps and lets out a bark of laughter, his hand catching Dazai’s wrist and pushing at it softly. “Fuhuhuck off!”

“Fuck off? But you are enjoying yourself so much already, Chuu-chan!” Dazai wiggles his eyebrows seeing Chuuya’s cheeks blush deeply. “Say you are enjoying yourself and I’ll 'fuck off’”

“Never!” Chuuya pushes himself off Dazai’s embrace and runs out of the kitchen towards the messy living room, almost dying when his foot slipped with a cushion.

“Chuuya!” Chuuya squeaks when Dazai appears in the living room, as well. His hands up in the air, wiggling fingers, making a warm sensation spread inside Chuuya’s belly and his mouth tremble in a nervous smile. “Chuuya, I’ll give you one more chance,” he warns, slowy approaching to Chuuya as he backs away. “Say you are enjoying yourself and I’ll let you be.”

Chuuya shakes his head, squeaking when his back finally touches the door, Dazai cornering him right away. “I will never!”

So stubborn.

“Ah, that was the answer I wanted to hear.” Dazai smirks and he presses his body against Chuuya’s, making him laugh as he desperately tries to get a hold of Dazai’s hands, wanting to get a hold of Chuuya’s sides. “Stop resisting!”

“Are you insa- ah! Fuck! Ahahahaha, no!” Chuuya starts to squirm immediately, trying to push Dazai away as he squeezes the length of Chuuya’s sides, lingering on the spots that make him jump and shriek with laughter.

“What? Do you want me to stop already? I’m just starting!” Chuuya shakes his head, trying to grab those hands making him laugh uncontrollably. “Nuh-uh, Chuuya, you had your chance, you can’t stop me now. Now lift those arms for me, would you?”

Chuuya shakes his head no. “You ahahahare crahahazy! Why would I do thahahat?!”

“Okay,” Dazai says, shrugging his shoulders. “Whatever.” Chuuya presses himself against the door even more, gluing his arms to his sides, but Dazai easily worms his fingers between Chuuya's sides and arms until they’re wiggling on his armpits.

Loud laughter bubbles out of his mouth as those devious fingers tickle his armpits mercilessly. “Dahahahazai! Stop! Stahahahap!”

He slowly starts to slide down the door and Dazai gasps dramatically, “trying to escape?! I don’t think so!” However, in an opening, Chuuya is able to crawl away from Dazai, but not for too long, he quickly grabs him by the hips and drags him back, taking a seat on top of his butt. “You’re really gonna get it now, Chuuya.”

“No! No, plehehehease!” Dazai latches his hands onto Chuuya’s waist, squeezing the skin softly and making Chuuya cackle for real: his head thrown back as his fists bang the floor. “Dahahahazai! Dazai plehehease not thehehere! Not there!” He begs, tears of laughter filling his eyes and threatening to fall down his flushed cheeks.

“What is it, Chuuya? Are you a bit ticklish here in your waist?” Chuuya can barely talk as laughter keeps pushing its way out of his throat and his hands blindly look for Dazai’s. “Chuuya is so ticklish on his waist? Is this his worst spot?”

“Shut your fuhuhuhuhucking fahahahace!”

“Why? Do you get flustered?” Chuuya can hear the smirk on Dazai’s mouth, but he can’t do anything else but laugh until his lover decides to show mercy on him.

“Why ahahare you doing thihihis?!”

Dazai hums, “I don’t know anymore… because I love you?”

I love you too.

“Why thank you, Chuuya,” Chuuya cackles when Dazai claws at his waist. “I think this is, probably, the fourth time I have ever heard you say such things! I was starting to think that you didn’t love me at all!”

“I do! I do love you!” Chuuya shrieks through his laughter, totally forgetting the fact that he said what he said out loud.

“Do you, really?”

“I dohohoho! Stohohop, please!” Chuuya has finally go limp under Dazai, his laughter becoming wheezy and his body squirming weakly.

“Hmm, how much?”

“How muhuhuhuch stop? Completely!”

Dazai rolls his eyes, playfully. “Haha so funny. Die of laughter, then.”

“Ahahaha! Okay! Okahahay! A lot! I love you a frigging lot!”

“Am I the love of your life?”

“You ahahahare! Plehehehease, Dazai! I cahahahan’t!” Dazai stops right away, letting Chuuya catch his breath for a bit before he turns him over, straddling his hips.

Dazai feels a heat swirl on his cheeks looking at Chuuya’s face: flushed, teary, sweaty and even a bit snoty, however, a big smile is plastered on his face and his eyes are half-closed in almost bliss. He really steals Dazai’s breath away.

“I love you,” Chuuya suddenly says, once his breathing has calmed down. “I really do love you, you crazy suicidal bastard.” He pulls softly at Dazai’s clothes. “I love you, Dazai.”

“I love you too,” Dazai whispers against Chuuya’s lips before they kiss deeply. Chuuya wrapping his arms around Dazai’s neck and Dazai placing his hands on Chuuya’s hypersensitive waist, making him jerk and giggle in the kiss, but not breaking away.

Maybe Dazai will never get tired of him, after all. That’s something really nice to know.

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #tickle fic #ticklish!chuuya #mia's things #mia's fics

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Never again (Loki x ofc)

My post for @loki-the-fox‘s Holiday challenge using the prompts: “Proposing on Valentine’s Day…how original.” And “What are you doing? Why are you on one knee? Get up! Get up!”

Now, I wasn’t going to post this until Tomorrow but SOMEHOW I hit 200 followers today so... Woo! I’ll post something else tomorrow at some point because I’m weird like that.

Warnings/rating: Nothing of note. Just some pg13 Angst.

Summary: Marina had watched Loki walk away from her a year ago. Nine months ago she accepted a date with a perfectly acceptable Greg. One date turned into another and now they were celebrating their first Valentines day as a couple. Has Greg won her heart or had she ever taken it back from Loki in the first place?

Never Again

Marina sighed as she ran a bush through her hair, pulling tangles from the golden strands. Maybe if she dyed it she could forget how much he had loved her hair, the way it contrasted so sharply against his. He’d said her hair made him love the color again. It didn’t matter anymore. Or at least that’s what she told herself as she set the brush down and looked at herself in the mirror.

Brown eyes looked back at her. The same brown eyes he had said he loved. He’d told her they reminded him of the earth, always warm. The same eyes he said he would look into every night and every morning. He’d not looked into her brown eyes in almost a year.

“Loki is gone.” Her voice didn’t sound so convincing in her ears. Tears threatened to choke her voice but she pushed them back. “He left and he’s not changing his mind this time.”

She needed to forget about him. She needed to move on. It was valentines day and she had a date with Greg and he’d be here soon. They’d been together for nearly nine months and honestly she hadn’t expected it to last this long. It wasn’t meant to last this long.

You know that thing where you put off doing something painful until it becomes an unconquerable task? When it came to Greg, that’s what she had done. He loved her, she knew he did and at first she thought she had as well.

In reality she had just loved the idea of him. The idea of something normal. But he looked at her like she hung the moon and stars. He was sweet and kind and did everything right. He said all the right things and so she put off breaking his heart for another week. Then another.

Weeks turned into months. Now it was their first Valentine’s day and she was left dreading it even as she smoothed down her dress. It was black with a green sheen to the smooth fabric that clung to her curves. Loki would have loved it. Loki would never get to see it.

Marina pushed the thought away as the doorbell rang through the apartment. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t wearing the dress for Loki. Loki would never see the dress. She wore it for Greg. Greg would say it looked great on her. Greg would have said the same thing if she wore a burlap sack. Loki’s praise would be honest as would be his criticisms of a burlap sack as a dress.

He sat in the dim light of the restaurant. When they asked if he was waiting on someone he told them he was in a sense and ordered another glass of wine. The moment she walked in his eyes found her. He was torturing himself, he knew that. Yet he couldn’t help coming back over and over again to pour salt on the wound. Why not constantly remind himself what he lost.

The dress she wore was beautiful in its simplicity. God did it hug her, caressed her how he wished he could, how he should. It was green and dark, nearly black but he could see the green under the lights. Still nearly a year later she wore his color.

But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t him with her. He missed his chance. Threw it away as if it meant nothing. It was his single greatest mistake. Even now he relived the day it all went wrong when ever he closed his eyes.

As he watched her walk across the dining room, hand held in that man’s loose grip he could hear the bitter words he had spoken. The words intended to cut deep fueled by nothing more then the jealousy and insecurity he felt when she filled her time with another.

He overreacted. He’d been gone for months at a time. She wasn’t going to sit around and wait for him to come back and not do anything to fill the time. It was too much to ask for her to sit around and wait for him day in and day out. It was too much to ask for her to be waiting for him to come back any day.

Never did he doubt her love for him. Never did he doubt his love for her. Never. Yet when he saw her smiling at that man as they shared a lunch he couldn’t fight that red rage that clouded his eyes. As he screamed his rage at her, she informed him through tears that she was giving him relationship advice. The man was married. It was stupid, that coworker wasn’t even the man she was at this restaurant with and never had he wished he could turn back time more.

It was that red rage that made him say those horrible things. He could still see her tears streaming down her face. He could still hear the pain in them as she asked him if he truly thought so low of her. She begged to know how she had failed him. She was just trying to get by, to survive the time spent waiting for him. So much time was spent waiting for him.

When she told him to leave, he did. God had he prayed that she would stop him but she didn’t. He should have refused to go. He should have grabbed his phone off the table. He should have trusted her. He should have never let her go. He shouldn’t be here.

Marina smiles at Greg as she takes a seat. Ever the gentleman, he pushes in her chair before taking a seat at the table. Everything about the dinner was perfect. There were roses on the table. The live musicians kept sweet music in the air and the lights were dim enough to make each table feel like it was the only table.

Greg said all the right things. He did all the right things and she laughed at all the jokes. It felt like she was a shell just waiting. Just passing the time. In the end, she knew that was what she was doing. Just passing the time, waiting for her heart to heal so maybe she could move on and give it to the perfectly nice man in front of her giving her what should be a perfect Valentine’s date.

It was the perfect Valentine’s date. Except, it wasn’t perfect. Greg wasn’t Loki.

“Let’s have the cake for dessert?” Greg asked, pulling her eyes to him.

She smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah, that would be lovely.”

It was just the right reaction. It was just what was expected of her. It was the right thing to say. Just because her heart was still too broken to give to him didn’t mean she needed to ruin his Valentine’s day. In time maybe she would be able to stop pretending and give him her heart. Really, it would be better to just end things with him. He didn’t deserve to love someone who was still in love with someone else.

The cake came out and the smell of rich chocolate filled the air. A candy rose was draped over the slice. The talent to make such a thing out of pure sugar was impressive. Also impressive was the ring hooked on stem.

“Greg?” What the hell?

He snagged the ring off the stem of the flower as he stood from his chair. Walking around the side of the table with a soft smile on his face.

What the hell? What the hell was going on? No. No. No, no, no.

“Marina,” he spoke as he sank down in front of her on one knee. People around them stopped talking and more and more eyes gathered to take in the sight.

“What are you doing? Why are you on one knee? Get up! Get up!” Panic was bubbling up within her as she stood from her seat. This couldn’t happen. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t the right man. This was wrong. So very wrong.

“I love you. I love you more then life itself. I’ve loved you since-” A voice cut him off.

“Proposing on Valentine’s Day…how original.”

The voice that cut him of made her panicked heart stop dead in her chest. It was a voice she hadn’t heard outside of her dreams in a year. It was a voice she didn’t think she would ever hear again.

“Loki?” She could just see him sitting in the dim light a table away, glass of wine tilted toward her in a mock toast. How had she not noticed him? Why that was simple, he was a bit off to the side, a bit out of her line of sight. So close and yet so far away. “What are you doing here?”

“Mar?” Greg tried to draw her attention back to him as he knelt still on the ground in front of her.

“Drinking wine and watching the best thing I ever had pick someone else.” Loki sipped his wine and her heart shattered.

“I don’t want someone else.”

Greg swallows the bile that rises in his throat as he stands. Her words cut him but he’d always suspected it. This was Loki. The Loki. He’d never had her heart though he had tried time and time again to win it.

“Greg, I-”

Holding his hand up in an effort to silence her, he spoke. “Never mind. You need to figure out what is going on in your heart. I get it. I’ll go settle the bill and be out of your hair.”

She watched dumbly as he left. Did he just dump her? He did, didn’t he?

“Better go chase him.” Loki remarked as he drained the last of the wine from his glass.

“Why?” Tears threatened to spill down her face.

“Because you love him.”

“I don’t. I tired but I never could. It was always you and I wish it wasn’t that way. You hurt me. It’s dumb that I still love you but I do.” The tears were falling now, making a mess of her makeup.

“You still love me?” Loki stood at that and she just nodded forcefully as a storm of emotions raged within her. Her heart was broken and sadness and anger stormed within her heart.

She was startled when Loki came to stand in front of her. With a soft touch he wiped the tears from her face only to watch as more fell. As much as she didn’t want to, she leaned into his touch. His touch felt like home.

“You still love me.” He repeated, sounding mesmerized by the fact.

“You never came back.” She hiccuped and it wasn’t the cutest sound in her own ears but Loki smiled.

“I should have. I thought you didn’t want me.” He admitted as he reached out to her like he sound have done so many months ago.

“You should have.” She agreed but didn’t step away as his arms snaked around her, pulling her to his chest.

That did it. That broke down every wall she had worked so hard to build and she sobbed into his chest, clutching the lapels of his suit jacket as if they would somehow ground her. They were deep ugly sobs that left her gasping for breath as she clung to him. God did he smell good. It felt good to feel him under her hands, to feel his arms around her. It felt right. It felt safe.

“Don’t ever leave me alone again.” It was too much to ask but she couldn’t help it. This couldn’t work if he was going to be gone for months at a time. She was asking for far too much. He was here now, but he would leave her again in time. No matter how much she loved him, it was never enough to keep him from having to return to Asgard.

“You’ll come with from now on.” He promised as he held her just that much tighter. Never again would he let her go. Never again would he leave her behind. Never again would he loose her. Never again.

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vanvroom · 5 years

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* : ･ﾟ･✧･ a glitch ･✧･ﾟ･ : *

a closed thread; vanellope learns that she can teleport. well, she thinks.

tw: anxiety, bullying, insecurity

it was a thursday, so vanellope was at the track. well, it didn’t matter what day of the week it was considering that’s where just about anyone could find her at any given hour - but it was thursday. one that the brunette would absolutely never be able to forget.

corona was notorious for its temperate climate, which was why it was strange that she had noticed a few raindrops that fell from the dark clouds, which painted the sky above the track, and landed right onto her windshield. she had been testing out some new modifications she had made to one of her mustang racers when she hauled herself out of the driver’s side window, and that’s when she felt it. splat. the drop dribbled down her arm and in a huff she cursed the sky, letting it know that “this stupid rain is really fucking up my test drive!”. little did she know, she’d soon be thankful for the quick shower on an otherwise sunny day.

the girl was moderately annoyed, made evident by the way she tossed her black leather gloves against the pavement beside her. she had already waited a month for all the right parts to come in, so really all of her patience had already been exhausted and now all she wanted to do was mess around with her racer and test out the modified engine. but vanellope was a seasoned driver, and even she abided by certain safety regulations and ‘rules of thumb’ - one of which, don’t go speeding off at a hundred plus miles an hour when it’s raining and you’re not yet sure the car is even stable enough to handle that. so she sat back against the bench in the covered pit, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for the rain to stop drizzling. but it didn’t, for awhile, and it just picked up and that intensified all annoyance that was coursing through her veins. she tapped her foot along to the rhythm of the rain hitting the canvas roof above her head, but jumped, squeezing her eyes shut, when she heard the unexpected rumble of thunder.

when she opened her eyes again, she was blinded by the sun, and landed straight on her ass as she no longer had a bench to lean against and support her weight. “what the fuck -” vanellope spat, covering her eyes with one hand while the other was firm against the grass, pushing herself back up onto her feet. it took her a few seconds to adjust to her surroundings, but she obviously knew that she wasn’t still stuck in the drizzling pit of her race track. “how ...” she was confused, convinced that she must be dreaming, that she fell asleep waiting for the rain to pass and this was all some weird and confusing dream ... but it wasn’t.

no, nothing about this felt like a dream. she recognized the spindle tattoo and piercing shop that was right across the street from her way too well. she could smell the food they were whipping up in the royal banquet buffet. no, this was real, and van made sure to pinch herself hard just for that extra assurance and “ow! fuck.” yup, it hurt. this was real. very, very real.

“okay, okay, so i just fucking ... maybe i got drunk and just ... ended up here, somehow, in the middle of the day ...” vanellope probably looked insane, talking to herself as she walked over to sit against a bench. she was trying to figure all of this out, but day drinking? instead of test driving a new toy? no, that didn’t sound like vanellope at all. that couldn’t have been ... how did she get here? that’s when she pressed her elbows into her knees, head cradled between her palms, and she closed her eyes again before letting out a sigh.

yet again ... when she opened her eyes, she was at least sitting this time. no falling on her ass. but she had landed in one of the stools at gatson’s tavern, the lighting dim and once more she found herself adjusting to her surroundings ... and that’s when she nearly lost it. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding -” she started raising her voice, and given the odd looks from the strangers surrounding her were aimed at vanellope’s direction, she took a deep breath again. “not closing my eyes this time, no fucking way.” she grumbled, slamming a first against the counter in front of her. at least she looked too gruff to even warrant customer service - because the last thing vanellope could even think about doing right now was talking to someone else. no way, whatever the hell was going on with her ... it was new, and strange, but oddly enough it felt normal.

something unexplainable and fucking weird? yeah, that sounded like vanellope. or at least, that’s what vanellope thought was her ‘normal’. that’s what everyone else said was her ‘normal’. she was weird, unexplainable, unlike everyone else in all of the worst ways ... undesirable. she didn’t fucking want whatever THIS was. she didn’t want to just close her eyes and poof, end up in another part of the island without any warning, any idea of where she’d be, any explanation for anyone who saw her. “oh fucking shit ...” she grumbled, now freaking out wondering if anyone say her ... “teleport?” was that what this was? it felt like it. at least, this is what she imagined it would feel like after reading all of those comic books as a kid. she did always like to say that whenever she’d get into a car, it was like she could teleport ... she’d sit in the driver’s seat and her body would just know where to go ... by the time she was at her destination, it was like she just teleported there, no thought involved.

no, no, that was too fucking weird. she couldn’t be that much of a freak ... could she? she could. she could be that much of a freak. after all, that’s what everyone’s told her most of her life. she was weird, unlike everyone else, an absolute freak of nature that no one else wanted to be friends with. a glitch in the system ... someone who wasn’t supposed to be here but was. and she never belonged, not anywhere, really. not with her parents, not with her foster home, not in school. maybe the racetrack, that was maybe the only place she belonged, but even still ... she had worked so hard to ignore all of the rumors, all of those intrusive, damaging thoughts, all of the words spat at her from bullies. she just kept telling herself they had no idea what they were talking about but ...

“they were right. everyone’s always said i was a mistake, that i wasn’t even supposed to exist, what did i expect ... of course it’s true, i’m a glitch. i’m a fucking glitch and everyone else was right.” she whispered, to herself, sitting in a barstool at gaston’s tavern of all damn places having the worst realization of her life. the blood coursing through her veins felt red hot, her pulse raised, and chest heaved as she took a few breaths. she was on the verge of tears, so close, but never did a single one fall. she wasn’t going to let anyone see her shaken like this, and instead flagged over the bartender for a pint because damn she was gonna fucking need it. and she was gonna need a ride home, because there was no way she was gonna be able to figure out how to control whatever the hell she did to make her jump from one part of the island to the other. but in that moment, that didn’t matter. the only word that kept running through her head was: glitch.

eventually she’d come to realize that there’s something really cool, really unique, about being ‘a gitch’, but for today, that kind of perspective wasn’t even in sight.

#+ ( closed thread * . )#+ ( biography * . )#anxiety tw #bullying tw #insecurity tw #JUST in case !!! it's not too heavy but ...#i'm crying & emo

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steviemae · 6 years

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monster among men // sp

requested by anonymous: sweet pea imagine to “monster among men” by 5sos

authors note: this is probably really bad lol there aren’t a bunch of lyrics in this song to go off of so i did my best.

You sat in the lounge with Toni and Cheryl, talking about the upcoming party Cheryl was throwing this weekend. The boys walked in as you were talking about it, Sweet Pea plopping down on the couch next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“What are you beautiful ladies talking about?” Fangs asked sitting down in the arm chair.

“I’m throwing a party this weekend. You better be there, y/n.” she said giving you a look that told you you’d be in some deep shit if you didn’t.

“Don’t worry, red. I’ll make sure she’s there.” Sweet Pea smiled down at you. His smile was contagious, you couldn’t help but smile back at him whenever he let his scowl drop and a giant grin take its place.

“Fantastic, this party is going to be a good one.” she in a sing-song voice. You guys continued to talk about the party, who was invited, who wasn’t invited, drinks and food. Everything that was expected to be at a party.

“Think of all the hotties that’ll be there.” Sweet Pea said to Fangs as he wiggled his eyebrows. You furrowed your eyebrows at his statement. You and Sweet Pea weren’t together officially, but everyone knew you were a thing. You started talking a month or so ago and Sweet Pea always made sure everyone knew. You didn’t have labels but your friends knew that you were with Sweet Pea, and he with you. So when Sweet Pea started talking about hotties you suddenly felt a little bit of your heart drop into your stomach. You no longer wanted his arm around you, or to be sitting as close to him as you were.

Your last relationship wasn’t the best. He always flirted with other girls. You never felt good enough for him and before you and Sweet Pea became a thing, you told him everything and he promised he wouldn’t be that way. He’d treat you the way you should be treated. Though he admitted to being an idiot and would probably mess up sometimes, but they wouldn’t be intentional.

“I have to go. I promised i’d meet Betty before class starts. Catch you later.” you said quickly getting up from the couch. You were out of the lounge before Sweet Pea even had time to react.

“Really, dude?” Fangs shot Sweet Pea a look.

“What?” Sweet Pea said confused.

“Think of all the hotties that’ll be there? Right in front of y/n.” Toni said smacking his shoulder.

“I was talking about for Fangs! He’s the only single one in this conversation. Hence the reason i directed that statement towards him.”

“Well, y/n didn’t see it that way. She heard you talking to one of your boys about all the hotties that’ll be there and you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. You know how y/n is when it comes things like that.” Cheryl explained.

“Fuck.” Sweet Pea said standing up and leaving the lounge in search of you so he could explain what he meant. He found you in the room for the Blue and Gold talking with Betty. You hadn’t noticed him in the doorway, but Betty did. She nudged your arm and nodded towards the door. You looked up, your sad eyes meeting his sorry ones.

“Can we talk, please. I’m an idiot.” he asked. You stood up from your seat telling Betty you’d meet her here during lunch to finish and walked out of the room following Sweet Pea to a quiet place in the hallway. Leaning against the lockers you waited for him to speak first.

“Look, i didn’t mean what i said to come out the way it did. I meant hotties for Fangs. Not me, i swear. I’m sorry you thought that. I need to remember that you’re as fragile as a sand castle and it’s not hard to knock you down, even if i don’t mean to.” he took your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth to place small kisses over your knuckles.

“Sorry i kind of stormed out.” you whispered.

“I would’ve too, it’s fine. Do you forgive me?” he bent down so his eyes were level with yours as he did his best puppy dog face making you chuckle.

“Yes, i forgive you.” you wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a small kiss on his lips.

Sweet Pea had picked you up for the party that saturday night. You had got there a little later than everyone else so when you arrived, the party was in full swing. You and Pea pushed through the crowds of people, hand in hand so you wouldn’t lose one another, as you searched for your friends. Finding them in the kitchen getting drinks.

“You made it! I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” Toni said pulling you into a hug, “also you look hot.” she said making you do a twirl so she could see your whole outfit. You noticed that some of the new recruits for the Serpents were here. One in particular you weren’t so fond of, standing with a group staring right at Sweet Pea.

“What’re the newbies doing here?” you asked Toni.

“Cheryl’s idea. She said it would be a good idea for them to let loose as they’ve been cracking down for initiation.” Toni explained. In the midst of your conversation with Toni, the girl had walked over and pulled Sweet Pea towards the dance floor. He didn’t hesitate to dance with her. It was friendly dancing, nothing too crazy or sexual, but the fact that he immediately went off with another girl kind of hurt. You shook your head handing Toni back the drink she just gave you.

“I’m going home.” you told her.

“Why?” she asked, eyebrows knitted together.

“We’ve been here all of five minutes and he’s already off with another girl. I don’t really want to stay here and watch as he flirts with everyone.” you said nodding over to where Sweet Pea was still dancing with the girl.

“What an idiot.” Toni breathed shaking her head at her dumb best friend. You had already made your way outside, wrapping your arms around yourself to shield you from the cold. After a couple of minutes you heard footsteps behind you and someone calling your name. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Sweet Pea. When he reached you, he placed his jacket over your shoulders, immediately warming you up.

“I messed up again didn’t i?” he asked, his steps falling in line with yours. You just nodded your head and kept your gaze forward.

“I get that we’re not together officially, Pea. but it still gets to me when you go off with other girls and i know i’m just being an insecure bitch, but it honestly hurts.” he grabbed your arm to stop you from walking any further.

“How can i change this so you’ll know that i’m all yours and that i don’t want any other girl? Would making it official help this?” his hand rubbing your upper arm, noticing you shiver a little, “i just keep doing stupid things that hurt you and i don’t mean them i just, i’m a fucking idiot, that’s for sure. And i know we agreed to take things slow at first because you were still learning to deal with your last relationship, but i don’t want to keep messing this up because we’re not official and you think i’m just going to not want this anymore. Because trust me, i want this more than i’ve wanted anything else in my entire life. I don’t want to be the monster among all of these other guys that want you.” He took a step closer to you, cupping your cheek in the hand that wasn’t rubbing your arm.

“You shouldn’t have to worry about it though. I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up and walked out of the party because you were dancing like a fool with someone else. I need to get over these insecurities because i don’t want this to end.” you leaned your forehead on his shoulder.

“You have every right to be that way though. You told me what he did and it’s valid for you to second guess things. I’m not mad or upset with you. More myself than anything because i just keep fucking up and i don’t want to hurt you.”

“Can we just forget everything and go home?” you asked looking up at him.

“Mine or yours, baby?”

It was Serpent initiation night and Sweet Pea had invited you to hang out at the Wyrm with everyone. They had dished the boys beatings out the night before and tonight was the girls turn to recite the laws, retrieve the knife and do their dance. The bar was completely packed, so you sat on Sweet Pea’s lap at one of the tables, listening as the girls screamed the laws back at FP as he asked for them. You watched as fear glistened in their eyes as they reached for the knife in the rattle snake tank, your hand squeezing Sweet Pea’s as the snake charged at their intrusive hands.

After all of the girls did the easy part of the initiation, they all went behind the stage into little rooms to change and get ready for their dances. You and Sweet Pea had moved from the table, letting some of the older Serpents sit down. You were now standing in the back of the bar, Sweet Pea leaning against a small table that sat against the wall, while you leaned your back into his chest. His hands rested on your waist before he moved them to wrap his arms around your shoulders, burying his head in your neck and placing a bunch of tiny kisses along you shoulder and neck causing you to giggle. He smiled down at you before resting his chin on the top of your head, your hands resting on his forearms.

The dances began, each girl looking more nervous than the next. Up first was the girl Sweet Pea was dancing with at the party last weekend. She had a huge crush on Sweet Pea and didn’t give a damn if you two were together or not, she flirted with no shame. You became uncomfortable as she never broke eye contact with Sweet Pea as she danced around the pole. You looked up and caught Sweet Pea looking right back at her.

“Unbelievable.” you scoffed, ripping his arms from around you and walking outside the bar.

“y/n wait.”

“No, Sweet Pea. If you want her, then tell me now. I can’t keep wasting my time with you if i think that at any second she can steal you from me. And you staring her down as she danced specifically for you doesn’t help that.” you exclaimed.

“She wasn’t dancing for me.” Sweet Pea said crossing his arms over his chest.

“Then tell me why she didn’t break eye contact with you once during the whole thing. Her eyes were on you the whole time, Sweet Pea. And yours never left her either.” you said crossing your own arms.

“For fucks sake. I’m sorry. She told me beforehand that she was nervous and i said if you focus on one thing the rest of the room will disappear, i didn't tell her to focus on me. I’ve made it clear to her that there is never going to be anything between her and i because it’s always going to be you. Tell me how i can fix this, y/n.”

“You can’t. I have to fix myself first. I just keep reading too much into things and jumping to conclusions and running away without talking to you first.”

“But i’m the monster making you feel so insecure about us.”

“You’re not a monster, Pea. Far from it actually.”

“Be my girlfriend. Officially. No more questioning us anymore.” he whispered putting his forehead against yours.

“Okay.” you smiled. He smiled back before cupping your cheek and placing his lips on yours, sealing the answer to his question with a kiss.

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