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baroquebucky · 3 years

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the 5 love languages

in which you and bucky love each other, in every and any love language possible

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a/n: hi hi guys !! hope u all enjoy this i went overboard again srry for any typos !! :]

Bucky loved you. He loved everything about you. He loved the way you dressed, the way you cooked, the way you laughed, the way you talked. He loved every aspect of you, even when you were cranky and would stomp away from him in a fit of anger, he loved you.

You loved Bucky. You loved everything about him, the way he bit his lip when he was frustrated, the way he leaned on everything when he was standing, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, how he would take deep breaths when he was upset about something. You loved every aspect of him, even when he would try to shut you out and deal with things on his own.

1) gift giving

“I’ve read all the reviews it’s supposed to be so good, i hope it isn’t overhyped or ill be really upset” you pouted, setting some brownies on a plate for Bucky, putting the plate in his hand without him even asking. He smiled, thanking you silently.

“it looked good from the trailer you showed me” he spoke, eyes trained on the brownies in hand, he just wanted to eat them already.

“buck i baked the brownies for you, eat them” you laughed softly and he blushed, immediately going for a bite, chewing for a second before stopping.

“that bad huh?” You joked, about to make another comment when he cut you off, shaking his head and swallowing his bite, going in for another right after. Within seconds the piece in his hand was gone.

“oh?” You grinned and threw his head back, moaning dramatically as he finished eating the piece.

“this is the best brownie I’ve ever had in my whole life” he spoke, his face serious as he stated you in the eyes, getting up and kissing your face all over.

“Bucky!” You laughed, shoving him slightly, a smile on his face.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but i saw this at the store and-” Bucky began, knowing you were gonna be upset he bought you something when you told him the brownies were just out of love.

“James!” You scolded him, trying to look angry but failing as a smile creeped onto you face, eyes landing on the bag he held in his hand.

“Cmon baby you’ll love it” you let out a sigh, a grin playing on your lips as you opened the bag, eyes landing on a pretty notebook and your grin grew wider.

“i know you said you wanted to start journaling so” he motioned to the book and you smiled, cheeks hurting.

“thank you bucky i love it” you kissed his cheek before setting the notebook on the table, sitting on the couch next to him and turning on the movie.

Bucky always bought you little things, he loved visiting antique shops and almost every time he brought back something to give you. His excuse being one of three:

“it was too cute to not get!”

“it made me think of you and so i had to get it”

“i figured i could have it as decoration or you would find some use for it”

You told yourself next time he bought you a gift you wouldn’t take it, and every time your heart melted at his actions and you couldn’t help it.

You would be a hypocrite, considering how often you also bought bucky little things. Getting his his favorite snacks and fruit, buying him shirts and jackets when you went shopping because you knew he’d been wanting some, getting him small decoration items because he wanted to decorate his apartment and buying him candles knowing he loved having his apartment smell nice.

2) acts of service

You and Bucky could either have nothing to do or have no time to breathe, no in between.

Bucky loved helping you when you were stressed, he loved knowing he was helping you stress out less.

He would help you with anything he could, cooking for you, helping you with your work, helping with daily chores so you wouldn’t have to worry about them and you could focus on your tasks.

You loved helping Bucky when he was busy. Being an avenger was tough work and you knew how exhausted bucky would get. You just wanted him to relax when he had the chance.

You would buy his groceries along with yours when has barely returned from a mission, bruised and battered, making him breakfast in bed and stocking his fridge and pantry. You would help clean up his wounds, scolding him when he didn’t want to, saying he would be fine and he just wanted to cuddle you.

When you were both busy you still found ways of helping each other, always trying to decrease the others load, wanting nothing but happiness for each other.

3) quality time

When you both had nothing but time you spent it together. Doing work silently, watching movies or tv shows, baking and cooking together, playing board games, anything you could think of.

Both of you loved going out to the park, walking hand in hand and enjoying the cool breeze, sitting down to watch the sunset and smiling at each other when he was caught staring at you.

You would have some spare painting supplies lying around from the time you had a bob ross night with the team, gathering them up and painting with Bucky for the night.

40’s music filling the air as the two of you talked and painted, ignoring everything except each other.

4) physical touch

Bucky was touch starved, he wanted to be held and loved.

And you did just that.

You peppered Bucky in kisses, holding hand and playing with hair, cuddling him any chance you got. You would sit next to him and lay your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer.

Bucky would always be holding you, having his hand on your thigh while he drove or hold your hand when you went out together, sometimes just linking your pinkies together. He would drape and arm around your waist when you slept next to him, holding you securely and protecting you from the world.

Bucky loved running his fingers through your hair, braiding it absentmindedly at times, kissing your forehead when he finished.

He loved kissing you. Placing sloppy kisses all over your face because he loved hearing you giggle, quieting you with a gently kiss on your lips before pulling away and wrapping you in his arms.

You would hold Bucky when he was upset, running your fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head. You would let him be the little spoon at times and hold him tightly, making sure he knew you weren’t gonna leave him.

5) words of affirmation

Bucky needed reassurance sometimes and that was okay, you were more than happy to tell him how much you loved him.

“you’re doing amazing bucky I’m so proud of you” you would tell him, looking him in the eyes and pulling him into your arms.

“i love you so much lovebug, you mean so much to me” he would stare at the ground, refusing to believe how lucky he was. But you would always gently lift his face, look him in the eyes and assure him that you loved him.

Sometimes he would have a rough day on a mission, he would be upset and cranky, ending your calls short as opposed to his usual bubbly and excited ones that could go on for hours. You would send him some texts, hoping to boost his mood

i love you and i know you’re doing your best

im proud of you, can’t wait for you to come home to me <3

Bucky loved them, his mood always lifting after reading them.

He would always reassure you, when you were sad, upset or just in a bad mood. He would remind you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you, telling you how far you’d come and how much you’d achieved.

“you’re so amazing and so talented angel, you can get through this” he told you, helping you get through the absurd amount of work you had.

When he was away for long periods of times he would have letters he left for you, telling you to open them on certain days so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Writing to you and telling you how much he loved you, wishing he was there to tell you himself.

Sometimes you got in your head after arguing, Bucky was always there to help you out.

“do you still love me” you whispered, eyes red and teary. You had argued an hour ago and had yet to speak to each other, giving yourselves space to calm down.

Bucky was upset, but he immediately softened at your words, moving to sit next to you and pull you into his chest, stroking your hair softly so you could calm down.

“you’re mine angel, you have me forever” he whispered, “of course i love you baby, nothing is ever gonna change that, especially not one argument.”

You both apologized, talking everything out and spending the night cuddled up. Bucky telling you how much he loved you and you telling him all he meant to you.

Five languages of love.

You thought you would only speak one, maybe two.

Bucky thought he could never learn to speak any again.

You were both wrong.

When it came down to your love for bucky and his love for you, both of you spoke all five languages, and you spoke them well, never failing to remind the other just how much you loved them.

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essaysbyciara · 3 years

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It’s Been A Long Time | Nebraska Williams x Black!PlusSize Reader [Part 1/?]

Warnings: language, smut thoughts (my ministry!)

So this has been in my drafts for a *HOT MINUTE* but that photo of Trevante in high school triggered a release. If people dig where it could be going, I will add it to my list of stuff to finish and open up a taglist. I’ll try my best to do so, I promise! lol

“God, I played this album out…” Lil’ Wayne’s seminal album, The Carter, didn’t age at all. Back in 2004, Wayne was a secret about to bubble over to superstardom, just years shy of lollipops and Static Major (rest in peace). Wayne represented the teenage angst of your time, even though you toiled in the suburbs while he wrestled with the streets. But as “On My Own” damn near explodes your factory speakers, a high pitch ping from your phone pauses your trip down memory lane.

Message from Sheena: Let’s catch up before the babies wake up.

You hit the call button on your dash once you stop at a red light.

“Girl, hey. You on your way to work?”

“Ain’t I always, Shi Shi? Damn near almost overslept. Thought I missed my flight.”

Sheena, or Shi Shi, is the epitome of a best-friend-forever. You two met in Ms. Grayson’s civics class, 11th grade. On the first day of school, you rolled into third period wearing a Scream Tour II t-shirt and if you were to describe Sheena in that moment, jealous wasn’t even the word. She stanned hard for Lil’ Bow Wow but her mom wouldn’t let her go to the concert because she got caught with a boy in her room. That boy is now the husband half-way responsible for the twin girls she’s hoping will give her some grace by sleeping a little bit longer.

“Damn. You wanna gift some of that sleep to these twins, God mommy?”

“Only if you gift me some of those post-pregnancy boobs, Mommy Dearest,”

“Can’t do that. Jarell been having too much fun with those!”

“Girl, eww. I don’t need to know all that.”

You kinda did. Sheena’s stories were always live, wild and uncut. And the only fireworks you’ve been adjacent to in months since you broke up with that lame stockbroker, Keith. You curve around the airport parking lot as Sheena starts digging deep into her latest soft-core episode with her husband since the six weeks ain’t up yet. In between interjections of how nasty Jarrell could be and watching planes taxi in the distance, you cruise through Instagram to take inventory of what your day might be like.

Managing social media for the biggest sports publication in the country was not the fulfillment of a dream after high school because, shit, social media didn’t exist when you were in high school. But it’s what has you just hours away from a flight to the NFL Combine in Indianapolis, sitting in a parking lot, listening to your BFF’s slow burn sexcapades. You break up the audio immersion experience once your timeline displays something else to ruminate over.

“Sheena! Shi -- shut up! I can’t believe - you remember Lisa from high school? She got married ...and it ain’t to Brasco.”

“Whaaaa… you can finally stop making u-turns in the hallway and snag your man!”

You didn’t appreciate the lowly dig from your friend about Nebraska “Brasco” Williams, star running back, track champion and boy so fine he made both Omarion and J-Boog look like ogres. Your high school crush had you shook to your pubescent core; pretty teeth, deep skin tone and two tattoos before the age of eighteen. You’d see him in the student parking lot with the rest of the football team and you’d rush to your car as if it would go home without you. He was too hot to handle. You were beyond envious that Lisa could.

“Lisa ain’t do too bad. Her man is crazy fine. I mean, not Brasco fine but still…”

“Man, he had high school going crazy. I wonder what happened to him after that fight? I should stalk him on Facebook while I pump.” You laugh so hard, the couple walking past your car stops their argument to stare at you.

Your laughs break once you realize you might actually miss that flight. You relegate Shi Shi to kiss the twins for you and to send his Facebook profile if she can actually find it. You tried years ago and failed.

“Aight, fave. I will. Love you. Text me when you touch down in Indy.”

As you weave through the terminal, your mind thinks back to the days at New Birth High School. While it brought you joy in a forever friend and the launching point for your forever career in sports journalism, it did bring you one of the most hurtful days of your life that took years to shake.

It was the summer going into your senior year. Lisa’s sweet sixteen pool party. No way in Hell you thought you’d be there but your Mom and Lisa’s stepmom sat on the same deacon board at church and somehow thought you two were friends; Lisa paid you dust in those hallways. You fretted over every part of your outfit, especially the swim shoes you didn’t want but your Dad picked up at Sports Authority. But you were fretting the most over your swimsuit, a red one-piece with a deep open back. It was sexy for a 16-year-old, to be honest, but you secretly tried it on at the mall and fell in love with it -- especially how it made you feel.

You fell in deep love with your body that day. The way the swimsuit clenched your waist, giving your almost-pear shape some definition you’d never seen before. Your hips sat wide, your breast placed taunt, just peeking through the sides, showing off a crescent shaped birthmark right below your collarbone. It was Jet Beauty of the Week-esque and it made you feel on top of the world. Something that society kept telling you a plus-size teenage girl was not to feel. You used the last of your paper route money to buy it and hid your secret weapon in the back of your closet until the day arrived. You were hoping to get some boy’s attention -- especially Brasco. But you’d take anybody’s glare if you could get it.

You were in the clear once your Mom dropped you and Sheena both off at Lisa’s back gate. As you walked into the party, the sounds of the local hip-hop and R&B radio station blasted throughout her huge backyard. So much fun was had -- so much splash and dash -- that the faint sounds of “Knuck If You Buck” failed to erupt a party full of teenagers it was made for. The pool seemed tempting in 90-plus heat but most of the temptation came from the jacuzzi next to it. There inside sat Brasco, his lanky on-field wide receiver sidekick Kenny and Jarell, Sheena’s partner-in-bedroom-bust crime looking delicious in their highlighter-color swim trunks. You were still figuring out your body and the reactions conjured up from the sight of water droplets chasing down their backs confused you even more. But the heat of the sun -- and the heat from your body -- got too much to bear. That pool called your name.

You stripped off your t-shirt and denim shorts, leaving your swim shoes back by the picnic table. They clashed. Your nerves splashed together like the water you couldn’t wait to feel, battering against your heart. Were you ready for all this attention? Amongst the rest of the classmates, you disappeared. You weren’t popular. People knew of you but didn’t know you, only associating you with Sheena by proxy of Jarell. “My Goodies” came on the radio, providing you a soundtrack and a sign from God. Before you could answer the call, Sheena jumped into the pool. You tossed your glasses on top of your clothes and did the same.

The water felt golden. Sheena smacked your face with sheets of chlorinated goodness. Too much fun was had by all, even Lisa joined in the fun. Suddenly the entire football team did too except Brasco and Jarell, languishing on the edge of the jacuzzi because like most boys from their side of town, they didn’t know how to swim. Lisa saw her boo in isolation and tapped Sheena on the shoulder.

“Hey, Shi Shi. Let’s get in the jacuzzi.” Sheena grabbed your hand to guide you out of the pool. You weren’t expecting to see your Mom at the other end. Sheena didn’t grab you to join her in the warm bubbles, she got you out at the angry-faced-behest of your mother. You both were going home. The party silenced and stares followed as everyone watched your walk-of-shame to grab your clothes. You got what you wanted in the worst way possible.

Your unholy exodus commenced when Lisa’s mom called yours to report what she saw: this red bathing suit too revealing for a little girl to wear. It wasn’t the green ruffled mess-of-a-bathing-suit from last year. She claimed to witness stares and whispers and “boobs hanging out, butt all out.” Your mom got over there quicker than a church shout. She waited to scold you after she dropped off Sheena.

It was a Sunday School scolding like no other. Tears pooled deep like the one you were just having fun in. You tossed the bathing suit into the trash bin. You were never going to see it again.

The announcement of your flight breaks you out of your day nightmare. Grabbing the handle on your suitcase, you see a text with an attachment from Sheena.

Girllllllllllll. I found Brasco and babyyyyyyyyyyy…

You gasp. Time did a wonder on him in all the right ways. He packed on even more muscle, chiseling out the navy thermal dressing his upper body. Teeth still bright, Moonlight-bright. His Omarion-Pandemonium-era braids were gone, now donning a clean fade with perfect waves. His stance meant business, a lot of it risky. You bite your lower lip to mask the “damn!” urging a release from you, staring at his picture so intensely that you damn near walk into the stewardess checking your boarding pass.

You couldn’t wait to get to your first-class seat. You needed a safe space to drown in your own splash waterfalls. You beg Sheena to send you his profile, looking to make some more of that mess and she obliges. Scrolling through his Facebook, you see nothing. You needed him to match your uncleanliness. Another text from Sheena breaks you out of your spell.

Ain’t shit on here though. I can’t find an Instagram or anything. That’s where the dirt is at lol

You put your social media skills to work. Ain’t an Instagram profile that you can’t find. Nebraska Williams brings up nothing. Such a unique name and nothing to show for it.

Maybe Jarell can follow him, Shi.

Jarell ain’t on this thing. He hates all this stuff. You want me to follow him?

Girl, yes! I need more pictures! I’m trying to find his ‘gram and no diceeeeeee. Ughhhh.

Damn the “no cell phone until after lift off” announcement. You then try “Brasco”, too many names -- rappers, really-- and a dog company to boot. “Brasco Williams” yields no results. You couldn’t wait what could be hours, days, weeks, maybe never, for a response from Brasco to Sheena’s friend request.

You pull up Google as a last ditch effort. The results bring up what only seems to be archives from your now-defunct city newspaper covering one of Nebraska’s record-setting games from 2005. You know to quit while you’re ahead until you see a Youtube video: “Nebraska Williams (RB) New Birth High School (MD). uploaded by Donyell Williams. You remember Donyell as this boy who played too damn much in Geometry class but right now, he’s Brasco’s cousin who's Instagram profile came up on the first search. Thank God his profile wasn’t private. You scroll back far enough to hit the jackpot.

I found it! @donniebrascowill is his Instagram.

Sheena was right about the dirt. His posts were bare but his stories carried enough. Enough shirtless, weightlifting, fresh-out-the-barbershop-got-to-show-you-the-fade dirt. You hit the follow button before the stewardess asked for your drink selection.

End of Part I

#trevante rhodes x reader #trevante rhodes x fanfiction #nebraska williams

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jujutsubabe · 3 years

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✨What being friends with Itadori (ft. Nobara and Megumi) is like ✨

A/n: Happy New Years!🥳 here’s my first jjk headcanon with everyone’s fav boy Itadori💖

- Being friends with Itadori and you guys go on little friend dates!

- Him buying u ice cream and u guys make it a competition on who can buy each other the most stuff.

- If he buys ice cream u go more extreme and pay for dinner, then he goes extreme and buys u something u liked in a store like a whole face care set or some cute outfits.

- then ur like “😐 don’t play with me.” And buy him a whole PS5 and he’s “😀... u win.”

Movie nights ✨✨

- I’d imagine these r so fun, after the movie y’all rate it and explain how you’d end the movie differently.

- Itadori literally does impressions and acts out the scenes he imagines, he would be so into it, you’ll be eating popcorn and commenting on how accurate his impressions were!!

- Y’all r full on professional movie critics I swear, u guys probably have a whole movie journal too ugh gross🙄.

- After u guys finish you continue to stay cuddled up next to each other as u finish one of the two billion popcorn bags he made for no reason at all.

- it’d be dead silent just munching away, “yeah....that was a good scene”

- Ur cuddle position is either his head on ur lap (he expects u to pet him😌) or his head on ur shoulder, (he does this so he can be nosy and look at ur Instagram feed as u scroll around ur phone)

- However some nights if you want to be held, cue you sitting in his lap or laying all the way on him as he sits up and pets you😌✌️

Sleepovers 💤💤

- Sleepovers r so fun, usually u guys invite the whole Team Tokyo gang for a movie night and it just ends up as everyone sleeping over in someone’s dorm, (Megumi does not want to be there but u guys always force him to join🙄)

- If Megumi happens to stay in his room when you guys watched a movie, Nobara says “I have... an idea...”

- Cue you three dorks tip toeing to his dorm a giggling mess and knocking on his door.

- As soon as he opens the door he regrets it, y’all bombard him and hang out all over his room until u guys fall asleep.

- (he says it’s annoying but lowkey enjoys the company some nights)

✨Spa days✨

- Some nights Nobara wants to do a whole skin care/ spa day, so she has you all wear all the many face masks that she bought.

- I imagine she bought you guys spa robes on Christmas and you guys continue to wear it whenever Nobara wanted to have a spa day BYEEEETHAT WOULD B SO CUTE. Megumi with blue, Itadori with red, Nobara with orange, and u with purple

- imagine her painting ur nails with a whole green face mask on as she talks, “I think I this color suits you but I don’t know...”

- You twist your hand around, “it’s alright... but I do like that color a little more.” You pointed your pastel pink nails to the pitch black goth color. “Let’s just restart!”

- “Good idea!” She nodded and already started applying the rubbing alcohol.

- This would be the.... tenth time you have changed nail polish colors.... how is this safe...

- Itadori def wants you guys to do his nails too, he wouldn’t want nail polish cause he has no patience to let it dry😐 but if he could participate in getting his cuticles pushed back and nails shaven down nicely? Sign him up😌

- Megumi is so cute with a hot cloth over his face, and he’d let Nobara or you put the mask on for him. He is the most boujee in that room I swear.

- Imagine Itadori sitting up as you tie his hair in a cute little pony tail and apply a face mask on him.

- He says, “I’m gonna be so hot after this....” (as if his whole six pack is not showing...)

- *cue Sukuna coming out and licking off the face mask everytime you applied it to his cheek. For like no reason at all.😐*

- Itadori will close his eyes and talk about his day as you pluck his eyebrows and scold him to stop moving.

- He pauses and flinches every time you pluck a hair and will still continue his conversation

- “Itadori! Can you stop talking for a second!” Your focus is dead on those stray hairs but every time he opens his mouth it moves from grasp.

- “Right okay....”

- You lean forward, so close and careful...

- Then he jumps and ur hand misses the hair, “Ah I almost forgot about the funny part! So after Gojo- sensei left I—“

- “Itadori!!”

Nights when Frank Ocean is ur #1 artist on Spotify for a reason💔

- on nights when the missions were a little more draining than usual, mentally and physically.

- Itadori probably needs a hug and softly knocks on your dorm at 2 am.

- You weren’t sleeping anyways, just picking at the scabs on your knee as a movie played, so when you hear the knock you look up. You open the door to see him looking down.

- “is it okay if I come in?”

- as soon as you say “Yeah.” he’s already leaning in for a hug

- He’s the type of guy to hug you for an hour if you let him.

- Your legs started to ache so you patted the empty spot on your bed, he stays standing, “I wasn’t sleeping before you came, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

- He slowly nods and lays in the bed next to you, the both of you just staring at the ceiling.

- This lasts for a while until he out of nowhere pops the, “How do you think I’ll die?” Question.

- Like dude 😐 why do we gotta talk about that!!! Why!!! Chill!!!

- You stare at him but he doesn’t look at you, “I don’t know. Hopefully quickly.”

- He nods, “Yeah.”

- “And hopefully not around me.”

- He turns to you, but you continue “I mean unless it’s you dying of old age… but other than that I don’t want to see.”

- You hear a small gulp as he looks back at the ceiling. “I think I feel the same…”

- You continued to stare at him, he had a few gashes over his cheeks, you were scared to see what other scars he could have.

- Itadori went beyond his limit, as usual, so it wasn’t a surprise he got the worst of it that day.

- Your hands naturally moved to his hair, it was soft and smelled like your shampoo. You smiled at the thought of him using flower scented hair products.

- You shifted his head closer to you, until he moved himself into your shoulder, completely submerging you in his arms. He pulled you close, holding onto your clothes tightly.

- “I really can’t do much without Sukuna.” His voice was muffled as he spoke, “I keep getting reminded how helpless I am.”

- “Are you kidding?” You paused from petting him and he looked up, “You’re so strong, you alone protectected all of us from getting seriously hurt. You’re stupidly helpful by yourself.”

- He looks at you, almost considering your words before stuffing his face into your shoulder again.

- “You’re really cool Itadori. I think everyone in their own way looks up to your strength. Not Sukuna’s.” You started to pick at his strands, letting his hair fall between your fingers. “And unlike Sukuna, you have really good empathy for others. Whenever someone is sad you know how to cheer them up.”

- He sighed as you played with his hair.

- “I think you’re a helpful person, you do a lot for us and we think you’re more than enough.” You continued talking about how great he was and how much everyone loved him until you stopped getting responses.

- When you looked down itadori’s eyes were shut as light snoring left his mouth. He fell asleep all cuddled up next to you, though cute you were now stuck in his death grip until morning 😐.

- You sighed before petting his head, eventually letting sleep settle in.

#jjk #jjk itadori #jujutsukaisen fanfiction #Itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori yuuji #Itadori Yuuji x reader #is it 5 am and time for me to go to bed??#yes😌#do I have like 500 Wips to do instead of this?#absolutely 🥳#jujutsu kaisen x reader #wtf else tags I gotta put to get a million likes 😐#LMFAOO ok gn..... I love u and hope u see a full moon sometime soon💖

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thedemisedroyal · 3 years

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Dangerous Betrayal | TVD/TO

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

AU Story

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽!

• A U T H O R •

Elena felt very uncomfortable as Caroline walked away with Stefan on her arm, walking to the outside of the mansion to go dance. "I wanna apologize to you for being such a world-class jerk, the other night when I tried to kiss your sister. No doubt she didn't tell you, I wanted to apologize because I know I insulted you as well. I would have apologized to your sister but I can't seem to find her." Damon started off sincere, a glum look upon his face. Elena nodded, she was on guard a bit,"Yeah, she's back at the house. Jenna told her she wasn't to leave until she finished cleaning her room. She might show up later on though." The eldest Gilbert simply explained, Damon nodded, looking around the room before continuing.

"My therapist says I'm..sting out, trying to punish Stefan." Damon spoke, Elena furrowed her brows in confusion. "For what? And why go for Esme?" She was immensely confused by the man,"It's all in the past. I don't even want to bring it up. Let's just say that the men in the Salvatore family have been cursed with sibling rivalry." He pointed behind him to the registry," And it all started with the original Salvatore brothers."

"The Salvatore name is practically royalty in this town, until the war, there was a battle here—" Elena interrupted,"The Battle of Willow Creek." Damon muttered a 'right', letting Elena talk for the time being. "I know, we talked about it in class. Confederate soldiers fired on a church with civilians inside." Elena boringly told, she already knew such information.

Damon nodded,"What history books left out was the people that were killed...," Damon started to walk around Elena, and more towards the door. "they weren't there by accident. The are believed to be union sympathizers. So some of the founders on the confederacy side back then wanted them rounded up and burned alive." Elena follows right behind him, crossing her arms across her chest.

The raven haired man continued on with his history lesson, "Stefan and Damon had someone they loved very much in that church. And when they went to rescue them they were shot. Murdered in cold blood." He gulped, looking Elena, finally, in the eyes, he had a look of sorrow in his eyes. The brunette narrowed her eyes at the wall, in thought,"Who was in the church that they wanted to save?" She asked, Damon slightly shrugged,"A woman, I guess. But it was said in old tells that Damon had another woman he cared about in there, said to be his old best friend of his." He stopped for a moment,"But doesn't it always come down to the love of a woman?" He rhetorically asked, slighting smirking.

Elena took a deep breath,"Look, I'm sorry that you and Stefan have this thing between you but I can't get in the middle of it, Damon. Nor Esme. I just...I hope you two can work it out." The wilder Salvatore nodded,"I hope so too." He whispered, but she was still able to hear him.

Soon, the two made their way out, but, Damon stayed back for a little while, walking back to the registry. He had a sorrowful look upon his face as his thumb softly grazed the name that was written beneath Stefans. It spelled, in a beautiful cursive, Samatha Salvatore, Damon frowned a bit, his eyes getting a bit teary,"Little sister..."

• E S M E •

"Ooh, she lookin fine." The girl muttered to herself as she fixed her lipstick and hair in her hand mirror that Esme kept in her purse. The girl did in fact, looked very beautiful, wearing a long and flowing flower dress, colored a cyan/turquoise with pink and white flowers covering around it. It had a long slit in the middle to show off her long gorgeous legs but it was still appropriate looking.

She snapped her mirror closed, and put it away, fixing her straps of her dress and continuing her very long walk to the Lockwood Mansion. Slightly wobbly as her high heels got stuck in the grass, tripping on a rock here and there. "Why the fuck did I wear these damn heels. You fucking idiot!" She scolded herself, stomping her way to the mansion instead.

As she finally made it to the busy and full house her eyes wondered across the crowds of people. Unfortunately, she saw none of her friends nor family, so the brunette went to go explore the 'museum'. Jordan had felt this magnetic pull towards upstairs, so out of her instinct, she followed it.

Walking up the stairs to see the second floor was completely abandoned, not a single soul was up there. She then entered a room that held all the founder families's old things, like necklaces, journals, rings and more. The younger twin walked to the side that held the name Gilbert, but she ignored it as she was pulled to a black velvet box, something the girl didn't recognized.

Jordan picked it up, opening it to see a black and red ring. It was a pure black steel band, with dark blood red gems decorating it around the band. In the middle was a circle shaped, dark blood red gem in the middle, designed beautifully.

She took the ring out and placed the black velvet box back into the table. Her pointer finger slightly grazing across the detailed band, and final stopping at the big gem in the middle. Images flashing in her mind, first was a man, curly, dirty blonde hair, but his back was facing her, his hand folded behind his back. The next one was her mother, but her actual mother, the Firstbeing Queen, she had a sadistic smile upon her face, so similar to her own. Then finally, it was her, her eyes were completely black, with dark blood red patterned veins running down beneath her eyes, with hints of black.

Jordan gasped a bit as she was taken back to reality, she clutched the ring, calming herself. But she felt frightened by the ring, so she quickly grabbed the black box and put the ring back. Though she couldn't put it down as she heard someone coming her way, it sounded like Caroline and...Damon?

The Gilbert couldn't exactly tell what they were talking about, before she could think the two already made their way into the room. The girl swiftly turned around, hiding the box behind her back,"Oh hey Esme! Where have you been!" Caroline bubbly asked, Damon sent a soft smile towards the girl. Esme forced a smile,"Hey Care-Bear, sorry I'm late. I had to clean my room because Jenna told me I couldn't leave the house unless I did." Esme spoke happily, moving her hand to her purses back pocket, stuffing the box inside the pocket. It may have terrified her but maybe it had answers she so desperately needed.

***

Esme rubbed her sisters back, trying to show her support as Elena was glum after her fight with Stefan. The two made their way to the bathroom to freshen up. "Hey." Elena and Caroline spoke to each other, but Caroline and Esme sent each other a genuine smile through the mirror.

Elena made her way for the mirror to touch up her makeup, but Esme went to the side to fix the straps on her high heels, something she kept tripping on. It was silent until the blonde spoke up,"So how are things with Stefan?" She questioned, Esme cringed a bit, knowing the fight between her sister and the younger Salvatore.

The younger twin watched her sister her a bit uncomfortable at the question, she plastered a obvious fake smile,"Great. Just great." Caroline quirked a brow,"Really? Well, my radar must be off cause...," The blonde bent down to watch her apply lipstick properly, without any smudges. " I was getting all sorts of other vibes." Elena took a big inhale, fixing her hair, but Esmes eyes were still on her best friend.

Spotting something unusual on her body,"What is that?" Esme questioned, walking towards the Forbes girl, Elena tok tied her head to the side, furrowing her brow in confusion. Caroline hummed, still applying lipstick, the. Standing up straight to face the younger daughter. Esme moved her hair, her hand going to her scarf where she saw something of of the ordinary, but Caroline pushed her hand away,"D-Don't." The blonde stuttered, making the twins even more suspicious.

Esme quickly pushed up her scarf when Caroline didn't notice, showing the two a massive bite mark on her neck,"Oh my god, Caroline! What happened." Elena asked, in fear and confusion. "Nothing, okay." Caroline defensively told, slightly backing away from twins. "That is not nothing! Did somebody hurt you?" Esme harshly spoke, already getting defensive of Caroline, someone had gruesomely hurt her.

"No, okay, it..." The Forbes paused for a moment? Skating her head,"Nothing, it just.." Esme packed up for a moment, connecting the dots,"My mom would kill me." Caroline went back to the mirror, slightly scared as she fixed her makeup again, to avoid conversation. But something caught her eye, the same thing she saw when she was fixing her shoe.

Esme pulled down Caroline knitted white jacket, showing another bite mark that looked more recent,"Did Damon hurt?" Esme asked, Elenas eyes widened,"Did Damon do this?" The elder twin asked again, Caroline slightly shook her head, pulling back up her jacket, quickly,"No! Of course not!" Caroline defended, Esme immediately went to pull back down the sweater but her arms were pushed away.

"Just leave me alone, okay, Esme? God." The Forbes yelled, that's when Esme knew this was serious. Caroline rarely ever, near impossible, that she got yelled at by the Forbes. The twins looked at the blonde in disbelief as Caroline stomped her way out of the bathroom. The twins locked eyes before Esme's face was filled with anger, and she followed Caroline's lead.

Elenas eyes widened, she knew that look of Esme's, she had that look thrown towards her before. "Esme! Stop!" She yelled after her younger sister, running after her. Though the girl paid no attention. As she walked to the outside where Damon was last seen, the lights flickering and things slightly shaking as she walked passed them.

Esme quickly walked down the steps, making her way to Damon, who was already facing towards her with a clear smirk on his face, Esme pushed him, harshly. "There is something seriously wrong with you. You stay away from Caroline or I will go straight to her mother, the sheriff. You got it? Say away from her." Esme defensively told the raven haired man, her eyes shining a neon scarlet red, but only for half a second. He quirked a brow, confusion running through his eyes. Esme walked off, rage soaring through her,"Bastard." She muttered, in the corner of her eyes she could see Elena walking away from her and towards the fountain.

***

Esme walked around the mansion for the fourth time, she couldn't find Caroline nor Damon, and she was starting to get worried. So she and Elena split up after her other altercation with Stefan, Esme searched thoroughly inside while Elena went outside. But it had been nearly twenty minutes already and she hadn't found Caroline, and she didn't see Elena anywhere. So, she made her way outside as well to find her older twin.

As she walked, she was able to see Elena holding Caroline in her arms, Esme was able to hear Caroline sob into her sisters shoulder. Elena turned around, feeling the presence of her sister, as she was right, the two locked eyes. Sending each other a saddened look, Elena then turned to lay her head against the sobbing Caroline's shoulder, trying to comfort.

Esme would have joined but her head started to ring, she turned her head a bit, holding the side of it. It stopped, but was replaced by voices, "Thank you for staying so late." A males voice, she furrowed a brow, straightening her stance as she looked around the empty grounds.

"Did you get the Gilbert watch?" A woman's voice then appeared, Esme immediately recognized it to be Sheriff Forbes, Caroline mom.

'What did they need the Gilbert watch for?' Jordan questioned in her own mind, she knew where the exact location of the watch was, with Jeremy, knowing about the fight Elena and him had about it. But she didn't see the purpose or the importance of the watch.

"She claims it's packed away in her parents things." Mrs. Lockwood, Jordan knew the bitch. She was the definition of two-faced. "I can get it." A males voice pitched in, but this time, she had no idea who he was. She didn't recognize his voice, it sounded familiar, yes. But, Jordan didn't exactly know who he was. "Good, we're gonna need it." Sheriff Forbes spoke again, there was a second of silence.

"You sure?" Mayor Lockwood questioned, with Sheriff Forbes responding,"Five bodies all drained of blood. I'm certain." Jordan felt her heart drop, they knew. "They've come back." The unknown man spoke again, Jordan felt her heart race. She has to find out what they know, and why they want that damn watch.

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annzybwrites · 4 years

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Rainy Days

Anonymous: u asked for fluffy snufmin prompts and I’m here to deliver!:) it’s cold and rainy and gross out so moomin convinces snufkin to stay in at moominhouse. snufkin tries to teach moomin how to play an instrument and moomin tries to teach him how to bake smth. they’re both bad at the thing which the other finds adorable <3

Annzy: I am so sorry this took so long, but I hope there’s enough fluff <3

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“Snufkin, can you put aside your pride for one second?” Moomin wasn’t sure if he was scolding or pleading with his boyfriend at this point. All he knew was that it had been raining for the past two days, and Snufkin had to keep moving his tent to higher and higher ground to avoid the mud, and really things would be so much simpler if he would just come stay in Moominhouse until the rain cleared up.

“This is the last rainy day,” Snufkin argued, rolling up his tent while Moomin held an umbrella over them. “I can feel it.”

“You said that yesterday.”

“That was yesterday.”

“Just come inside!” Moomin pulled at the skin underneath one of his eyes. “If today really is the last rainy day, then staying in a nice, warm, dry house until it clears up would be best. And then we can go worm hunting as soon as the rain stops!”

Snufkin hummed, fixing his tent to the top of his pack before looking at Moomin with a small smile on his lips. “Trying to butter me up?”

“More like trying to resist throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you to Moominhouse.”

Snufkin laughed at that, swinging his backpack on with a small sigh. “All right, you’ve won me over.”

“Finally!” Moomin groaned, snatching Snufkin’s hand and starting to lead him off before he could change his mind.

~~~

Moominmamma wasn’t usually too strict when it came to messes and dirt. But at the sight of Snufkin with dried mud in his hair, on his legs, and stuck on the ends of his tunic, she insisted he take a warm bath while she washed out his clothes for him. Thankfully they had a worn-in outfit that Snufkin considered acceptable to wear for brief periods; a plain, mustard yellow, cotton frock.

“It’s so weird to see you in anything other than green,” Moomin commented when Snufkin entered his room. He’d spent the time idly doodling some flowers, but he was happy to put it away for awhile.

“Is it?” Snufkin brushed out the fabric, chuckling a little. “How would I look in red?”

“I can’t even imagine,” Moomin shook his head, happily padding over with a smile. “Well, what should we do for our rainy day adventure? Play a board game? Act out scenes from a book? Oh! Let’s bake something!”

“Bake?” Snufkin was already looking forward to whatever sweets Moomin was in the mood for. He’d become quite a fantastic baker over the years.

“Yes!” Moomin was already walking out of his room and down the stairs. “I can show you how to make a rhubarb pie!”

“Oh…” Snufkin hesitantly followed him down the stairs. “Aren’t pies rather hard to make?”

“Maybe at first,” Moomin admitted. “But I’d say they just take more time. Especially if you want the lattice covering on top, but it just looks cuter, don’t you think?”

“If you say so.” Snufkin tried not to feel too nervous. If it was a rhubarb pie, he could just help prepare the filling and let Moomin worry about the rest. He absolutely hated working with pastry dough; it always turned out lumpy and stuck to his hands or his utensils whenever he tried.

At first his plan worked out well; Snufkin washed and cut the rhubarb while Moomin started mixing the flour, sugar, and butter together into a nice, large ball of dough. But once Snufkin was done preparing the rhubarb, Moomin called him over to the table, insisting, “Rolling out the dough into a big circle is the best part.”

“Oh, is it?” Snufkin kept a smile on his face despite his heart leaping into his throat.

“Oh yes!” Moomin separated the ball into two, smaller spheres, handing one to Snufkin. “I’ll let you use the rolling pin; a little easier than using your hands.”

“I’m sure.” Snufkin nodded, acting like he knew what he was doing as Moomin handed him the rolling pin. He stared down at his ball of dough, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Moomin was already making good progress with flattening out his own ball with his hands. With a deep breath, he pressed the pin into the center and started rolling, hoping it would work out and that he wouldn’t look like a goon.

He should have known that was too much to hope for.

With each new roll, more and more of the dough started sticking to the pin, and Snufkin was quickly becoming frustrated with just how often he had to peel it off and lay it back down on the table. “A little easier than using your hands” indeed. He was so absorbed with his struggle that he didn’t realize Moomin had already finished flattening and rounding his ball of dough.

“Snufkin.” Moomin was clearly amused, and when Snufkin turned to look he saw a playful gleam in those baby blue eyes. “Need some help?”

“Oh, no.” Snufkin shook his head, trying to roll out the dough fast, hoping it wouldn’t stick. No such luck; if anything that made it worse. “I have it all under control, thank you.”

“Ah, I see.” Moomin nodded, obviously stifling a large grin. “Then I’ll start mixing the filling together while you finish… that.”

“Yes, I’d appreciate it.”

Moomin nodded, chuckling a little as he began gathering spices from the cabinets. Snufkin watched him for a moment to make sure he wasn’t looking before returning to the menacing pastry. The dough looked more like a lumpy, cracked plate rather than a nice circle, so he began rolling it into a ball again before starting over. He put the rolling pin aside before digging in with his hands, since that had seemed to work for Moomintroll just fine. Except, just like before, all that ended up happening was the dough sticking to his hands rather than the rolling pin.

“How’s it going?”

Snufkin felt the fur on his back stand on end as he turned to look at his grinning boyfriend. “It’s going.”

Moomin chuckled, tactfully sliding the flour to him. “A little of this should take care of that stickiness you’re struggling with.”

“Right, of course.” Snufkin tried to smile nonchalantly, hoping his cheeks weren’t red as he reached for the flour. A little sprinkle later, and the dough was finally behaving properly. Now all he had to deal with was the fact that he was apparently incapable of flattening it evenly; some parts were thin as paper while others were little, thick pockets.

Snufkin bristled when he heard Moomin start to laugh, and he quickly turned to glare softly. “You’re enjoying my suffering?”

“Sorry!” Moomin covered his mouth, shoulders shaking with his laughter. “It’s just such a rare sight to see you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” Moomin paused, trying to think of the best way to word this. “Like someone who doesn’t know everything?”

“I never claimed to know everything—”

“But you do act like it sometimes,” Moomin pointed out, grinning wider. “With all your grand stories and wise words. I’m just saying, it’s nice to see you failing at something.”

Snufkin pouted at him, certain his cheeks were at least pink as Moomin continued laughing at him. “What use is dough-making for a tramp?”

Moomin shrugged, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Snufkin’s cheek as he pushed his hands away from the dough. “Just let me take care of this, all right? You can be adorable somewhere else.”

Snufkin tensed up from the casual way Moomin said that, a warm shiver running down his spine. “What, you—my struggling is adorable?”

“Very much so, actually.” Moomin was thoroughly enjoying himself as he rounded the dough for the third time that afternoon, picking up the rolling pin and humming away as he easily levelled it into a perfect, little circle. “And there we go.” Moomin grinned at him again, pointing towards the counter. “Can you get me a knife so I can cut out the lattice?”

Snufkin huffed quietly, stepping over to fetch him his knife while embarrassment sat heavy in his stomach. He really didn’t like looking like a fool, but at least it was only Moomintroll who saw. And to be called adorable on top of it all! How completely undignified.

“Thank you, Snufkin.” Moomin beamed as he took the knife from him. “And just so you know, you look even more adorable with that pout on your lips.”

Snufkin was sure his entire face was red as he covered his mouth with his hand. “I am not pouting.”

“Oh, you’re not?”

“Absolutely. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the living room.” Mamma could use some company as she knitted, anyway.

~~~

The pie turned out beautifully, and the whole family came to the kitchen to enjoy it. Pappa complimented them on their perfect, flaky crust, and Moomin couldn’t help but laugh a little until Snufkin gave him a look. He didn’t say anything, of course; he didn’t want to embarrass Snufkin. No, he’d rather keep the image of Snufkin glaring down at the dough with flushed cheeks and a frustrated pout all to himself. Maybe he’d try and sketch it out later in his journal, just for posterity’s sake.

It was still raining after they finished their rhubarb snack, so Moomin and Snufkin went up to his room to stare out across the cloudy skies and damp valley.

“What should we do now?” Moomin asked.

“Hm.” Snufkin tapped his fingers twice against the windowsill before pushing himself towards his pack. “Let’s make some music. Rainy weather is perfect to compose to.”

Moomin brightened, happily going to sit on his bed. “I do love your songs.” And it would be so exciting to hear him compose something in real time!

“I’m glad.” Snufkin pulled out his trusty harmonica before going to sit next to him on the bed. He blew through it once, as if to check to make sure it still worked, and then he began to play. Short, brisk notes, as if to imitate the pitter-patter of the rain, but sudden and loud enough to make Moomin’s ears twitch occasionally. He stopped after a few moments, turning to Moomintroll with a small grin of his own. “Actually, would you like to learn how to play?”

“Me?” Moomin’s eyes widened as he pointed to himself. “Oh, I don’t know how good I’d be.”

“Give it a try.” Snufkin handed the instrument over. “Can’t be any worse than me with pie dough.”

Moomin couldn’t help but laugh at that, covering his mouth again as he did. He was glad that Snufkin wasn’t too sore about earlier; he’d wondered if he’d gone a bit far with his teasing. “You have a point.” He took the harmonica, simply staring at it for a few moments before blowing into it experimentally. It was surprising how loud it was, but he supposed it was bound to sound louder to the one playing it.

Snufkin began trying to explain two different ways to isolate one note on the harmonica. One involved puckering your lips into a small oval shape, while the other involved using your tongue to block some of the other holes.

“You put your tongue on this thing?” Moomin interrupted.

“Sometimes.” Snufkin shrugged. “To get a certain sound. It makes it easier to add in or take away chords, too.”

“And you’re sure you want me to play this?”

“You’re clean enough, aren’t you?”

“That’s not really the point.”

“I don’t mind, Moomintroll.” Snufkin shook his head, a fond smile on his face. “Go on, try and play something. Just search until you find the note you want.”

“All right.” Moomin swallowed nervously, staring into the daunting holes of the harmonica before holding it up to his puckered lips and giving a cautious blow. It did take a bit of practice to play just one note, and whenever he tried to find a new one he found all sorts of unpleasant sounds coming out of the instrument before he got to where he wanted. After only a few minutes, his mouth was already starting to hurt and he stopped to rub at his lips.

“How do you play this for hours?”

Snufkin laughed, taking the harmonica back as he explained, “Well, for one thing, you were moving your mouth too much. You should move the instrument with your hands, not your lips.”

“Oooh.” Moomin groaned. “That makes sense.”

Snufkin chuckled for a bit longer, wiping the instrument down once with his sleeve. “I know what you meant earlier now,” he spoke up, eyes twinkling with mischief as he teased, “You also look adorable when you’re struggling.”

Moomin felt his fur stand on end as heat travelled down his body. “Oh, hush.” Moomin gently pushed at his shoulder, smiling a little at the joyful laugh that came out of Snufkin’s mouth. “Let’s just agree that we’re both adorable, all right?”

Snufkin paused for a moment, thinking that over. “Only if you agree that you’re the most adorable, being so large and fluffy.”

Moomin snorted, leaning in to nuzzle Snufkin’s forehead. “Deal.”

#springdove #snufmin #snufkin #moomin #moominvalley #sorry there's more emphasis on Snufkin being bad at the thing #but Moomin is always struggling with new things so it seemed only fair #also I had to look up how a person actually plays the harmonica for this XD #annzy writes

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i800anime · 4 years

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— REM | kōtarō bokuto

pairing: bokuto x reader

genre: songfic / fluff

wordcount: 1K

warnings: none

tags: shifting!reader

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. . . . . .

you were scrolling through tiktok, passing all the draco malfoy imagines and haikyuu videos when you saw one that caught your eye.

“how to shift realities,” it read.

intrigued, you watched the video. at the end, you were fixated on the idea of shifting and meeting your favorite anime characters. just the thought of talking to your favorite boy, bokuto; made your heart skip a beat and your knees go weak.

for the rest of the day, you researched methods of shifting, writing them all down in a small journal. you decided to use the elevator method, seeing as it seemed to be the easiest.

you flipped to an empty page, scripting what you want your shifting experience to be like. an hour had passed and you finally got it down, being interrupted too many times by your own daydreaming.

finally the clock read 12:23, and you decided to head to sleep early to insert yourself into the haikyuu world.

when your eyes shut, the elevator you stepped onto began to go up, and your energy seemed to grow along with it. the creaking of the machine was a bit off putting but easy to ignore.

you finally got to the 100th floor, and a flash of light appeared outside the elevator before the doors opened.

when they did, you were inside of fukurōdani academy.

......

glancing down, you were in the uniform of the prestigious school. a grey top with a blue tie, a black skirt and black stockings was your attire. you smoothed out the frilly skirt, stepping off the elevator into the crowd.

looking around, all the students were talking and conversing, paying no one else around them any attention.

suddenly, a “hey hey hey!” was heard through the halls, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

you turned to see the familiar white and black haired boy, talking to akaashi not too far away from where you were.

just as you were about to go up to them, two girls walked over. one placed her hand on bokuto’s shoulder in a flirtatious way, and you couldn’t help get jealous.

four minutes had passed, and they seemed to be wrapping up their conversation. after watching the two attractive girls flirt, laugh and joke with him; your confidence had faltered.

once the girls had left, you approached the two boys slowly, with bokuto’s back facing you. with a deep breath when you were still out of earshot, you closed in on him, tapping his shoulder gently.

he jumped at the unexpected contact, turning to look down at your small figure.

"excuse me, um.” you stuttered, looking into his gold eyes.

from behind him akaashi had his eyebrow raised, not knowing what this strange girl was on about.

“i love you.” the words sounded foreign coming out, as you’d never said them to a guy before. bokuto stared at you, studying your face with confused eyes. feeling the awkwardness, you continued the lines you’d rehearsed.

“i know that's not the way to start a conversation, trouble,” you apologized, playing with your fingers slightly. he smiled and shook his head.

“don’t apologize! i like bold girls. isn’t that right akaashi,” bokuto turned, expecting the black haired boy to back him up, but he did nothing of the sort.

you tried not to coo at the adorable pout on bokuto’s face after akaashi had muttered, “don’t drag me into this mess.”

nonetheless, he turned back to you, motioning you to continue.

“i watch them other girls, when they come and bug you,” you nodded over to the girls that were previously talking to him, who were now engrossed in their phones near their lockers.

“but i felt like i knew you, so I just wanted to hug you.” you finished, trying to hide the blush that threatened to rise on your cheeks.

“i’m flattered, really.. but i’ve never seen you around. are you new?”

you frowned slightly, this being the moment you were dreading. you explained the shifting, and the fact that he was in an anime you watch.

“AKAASHI YOU HEAR THAT? we have a TV show!” bokuto grinned, grabbing his best friend by the shoulders and shaking him.

“i can hear her, idiot.” he shrugged the boys hands off, crossing his arms. “and if this is true, why is... he,” akaashi motions to the boy in the middle of you both. “your favorite character.”

bokuto pouts again at this, his hair flopping to the sides. he perks up suddenly at your giggle, remembering the conversation at hand.

“wait so... you don’t know anything about our town, plus you don’t know your way around.. at all,” he concluded, then got an idea, but akaashi cut him off.

he looked over you skeptically. “alright, you can stop your playing now.”

you looked at the boy with wide eyes. “what do you mean?”

“tell us who you really are.”

“i did! i told you everything,”

“akaashi, chill out.” bokuto came to your aid and you couldn’t help but blush. “as i was saying, i can show you around town!”

akaashi continued to look at you skeptically, and you sighed.

“all your worries, lay 'em down. what don’t you believe?”

you guys went into a conversation about what was strange about the whole situation, and you tried to explain everything best you could. akaashi still didn’t seem to believe you, but he backed off anyways.

by the end of the convo, the three of you were outside fukurōdani academy, sitting by the steps.

“so y/n, you wanna come get boba with me before you have to wake u-“

you cut him off quickly with a “shh,” as he was talking rather loud.

“don't say it loud,” you scolded, looking around to make sure no one had heard him.

you continued to talk to the multicolor haired boy, your heart beating fast in your chest. he was surprisingly down to earth, contrary to what the show portrayed.

a few minutes later, saruki came outside, spotting the three of you on the steps. he then did a double take, realizing he didn’t recognize you.

“oi bokuto, is this the girl you said was cute?” he asked the captain, motioning to you.

bokuto stammered, which made you and akaashi laugh.

“shut it!” he pouted once more, crossing his arms.

after the laughs had died down, you looked over at bokuto with a smirk.

“so.. about that boba date,”

#haikyuu #songfic #haikyuu fic #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #kōtarō bokuto #akaashi x reader #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi keiji #shifting #shifting realities #hq x reader #hq imagines #fukorodani #songfics #🧸.bokuto

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hystericalweenie · 4 years

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Just Another Day at the Office Series - New On the Job

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Two: The Invitation

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n was job searching, looking for a new place to work as an escape to her, then, current job; she’d been denied every pitch she had, yet she worked her ass off with zero recognition. Writing was her passion and her dream job laid in the hands of a magazine company in the city. Will the combination of her sexual frustration and her competitive nature cause her to risk her biggest dream for a blue eyed coworker?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! I imagine Y/n’s roommate, Bree, as Florence Pugh, so feel free to do the same!! If not, Bree’s portrayal is open to the imagination :)

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here! Mention of vomiting as well as alcohol consumption and drug use.

“So, you want to fuck him?”

I gasped at my roommate, playfully hitting her as we sat facing each other on the sofa in our apartment.

“No! I just-”

“How long has it been?”

My eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

She sighed, squinting her eyes at me.

“How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

I froze; I thought back to my last relationship, which occurred during college. I had been twenty-two when we broke up, therefore it had been two years since I’d last had sex and it certainly felt like two years. I never wanted to admit how deprived I was of sex and how much I craved it at times. I never found myself relieving myself often either, given the fact that I had a roommate.

“It’s been two years,” I admitted with a huff, sinking into the couch and pulling my knees up to my chest.

She scoffed.

“Two years? How the fuck are you alive, Y/n?”

“I don’t know, Bree,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not comfortable having one night stands like you are.”

“You’re not comfortable doing anything,” she grumbled, kicking my foot with her own. “You need to get over whatever trauma that asshole put you through in the past, and get yourself out there.”

My heart sank to my stomach as I thought about my ex-boyfriend. The relationship ended with a classic cheating move on his end, which left me with some deep self-image issues. I was over it, completely out of love with him, but I wasn't completely comfortable and happy with myself yet.

“I know,” I sighed, staring down at the floor of our apartment, avoiding eye contact with her.

“You keep saying ‘I know’, but nothing ever changes,” she complained, using her fingers as air quotations. “That’s it! If you don’t have sex soon, I’m buying you a vibrator.”

My eyes widened causing her to laugh at my reaction. I playfully pushed her off of the sofa, laughing in triumph as she hit the floor. But before I knew it, she grabbed my arm, pulling me down with her. I fell down with a thump, my bum hitting the hardwood floor. I couldn’t help but laugh with her, as we sat on the floor in pain.

“I’m going to move on,” I started, resuming the previous serious conversation. “I have to.”

“Was he even good at sex?” she asked, moving closer to me.

I shook my head slowly, cheeks turning pink.

“He never finished me off,” I confessed, bringing my bottom lip in between my teeth to chew nervously.

“He never made you cum?!” she exclaimed, standing up from the floor in shock.

“No!” I hid my face in my hands.

“Not even when he ate you out?” she queried, making me gasp.

“Bree!” I scolded.

“Well, did he?”

“No!” I ran my fingers through my hair, recalling the horrible memories. “He was so bad at it!”

She grabbed my shoulders and frowned.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. You’re missing out on so much.”

My eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

“What if no one can make me orgasm?” I babbled worriedly.

“Have you ever made yourself cum?” she questioned.

I nodded. I’d never had trouble making myself orgasm, I just wasn’t able to do it with my ex boyfriend. And every time I’d be close during sex, he’d finish before I could and didn’t bother finishing me off.

“Do you think that this George you talked about would be good at sex?” she proposed. My cheeks heated up as I heard the words “George” and “sex” in the same sentence.

“I-I’m not sure,” I admitted honestly. “And I can’t have sex with him anyway, I work with him!”

“I could hook you up with one of my friends,” she offered.

Last time Bree had offered to set me up with one of her friends, he got too drunk at the bar we went to and we had to call him an Uber home. When he was getting in the car, he also puked on my, then favorite, pair of shoes. Since then, I didn’t let her set me up with anyone else ever again, completely scarred from that experience.

“I don’t need a repeat of what happened last time,” I grumbled, still able to smell the horrible tequila from his breath that night. I shuddered, forcing myself to think about something else.

“Then, continue to thirst after your coworker and let some other girl get to him before you do,” she warned, slowly walking away into her bedroom. “A little office romance never hurt anybody! Take Jim and Pam, for an example!” she called before closing her door behind her.

I allowed myself to absorb her words before shaking my head and heading into the shower.

The next few days had gone by a lot more quickly than I’d expected, despite the long hours of note taking I’d been doing everyday. When Friday rolled around, I decided on wearing a dainty sundress with a cardigan and wedges due to the nice weather that surprised everyone in New York that morning.

“You look hot,” Bree commented, as she sat criss-cross on the sofa, watching the news.

I blushed, walking over to the closest mirror. “Really?”

“Yeah, your tits and your legs look great,” she gawked, stuffing her mouth with a spoonful of off brand Cocoa Puffs.

“Do I look unprofessional?” I worried, fixing the dress to cover more of my chest.

“No! You’re the perfect ratio of sexy and professional right now,” she reassured, stuffing her mouth with more cereal.

“Let’s hope my boss thinks so too,” I muttered, grabbing my purse and exiting the apartment.

Heading into the office, I made my way to my desk like usual, greeting the brunette editor across from me.

“Morning, Dean,” I said, watching as he leant over to look at me, his eyes widening at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows at his reaction. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” he quickly sipped his coffee, before returning his gaze to his computer. “I’ve just been getting so distracted this morning, classic Friday,” he mumbled.

I nodded, signing into my computer and opening my document and some articles, readying myself for note taking.

“Hey,” Dean began, leaning over to look at me again. “A few people from the office and I are going to this bar later tonight, and you’re welcome to join if you’d like.”

I smiled. “That sounds great!”

He returned his classic giddy smile, making me grin even more.

“Great! I’ll email you the details,” he confirmed, turning to face his computer again.

Selfishly, I immediately wondered if George would be there. I wondered what he’d look like in normal day-to-day clothes, contrasting his regular button up and slacks. During lunch, I texted Bree immediately to notify her of my new plans for that night. My phone buzzed on my desk, making me put my sandwich down in curiosity of her response. Oooo u gonna fuck George? ;) I rolled my eyes and typed back quickly. No!!! I was hoping you could come with me?? I don’t wanna go to this bar by myself. She responded within seconds. YES. I have the perfect plan. I chewed my lip nervously, knowing she was always unpredictable. Oh jeez. Not sure if that’s a good thing or bad thing. The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. It appeared again, before revealing her response. You’ll find out... ;)

I found it extremely difficult to focus on my work, nervous for that night and nervous for the unknown “plan” that Bree had up her sleeve. When the end of the day rolled around, I hadn’t gotten as much work done as I’d hoped, but nonetheless I rushed home to get ready.

I started with a shower, as I waited for Bree to return from work as well. I took time to shave my body before I got out and blowdried my hair, knowing I’d probably end up styling it. I went to my bedroom and pulled as many clothes as I could from my closet, not sure what to wear. As soon as I heard the door open, I called Bree to my room. She ended up picking out a pair of skinny jeans and a cute top that showed just enough cleavage. We got dressed and did our makeup together, blasting our favorite songs and singing along in attempt to calm our nerves my nerves.

She helped me style my hair in soft waves, while I braided her blond hair. When we were both finally content with how we looked, we stopped the music and got our things together.

“So, what ‘plan’ did you have in mind, exactly?” I asked, referring to her text message from earlier.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” She ran out of the living room to her bedroom, making me raise in eyebrow. She jogged back, smirking at me before lifting up a ziplock bag. I grasped the bag, noticing that there was marijuana inside of it. My eyes widened and I immediately started shaking my head.

“No, no, no! We are not smoking weed before I go see my coworkers!” I exclaimed, staring at my roommate as if she had three heads.

“So what?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “I bet they’re all going to get toasted tonight anyway.”

“Still,” I cautioned. “It’s not a good idea.”

“It’ll take the edge off, Y/n! I guarantee you once you see George, you’re going to be shitting your pants.”

I chewed on the skin of my lip, as I tried to think this through. She technically had a point, knowing that it would calm my nerves. In the past few times I’d used the drug, I simply used it to help me fall asleep, so I’d forgotten what the effects of being high while awake were like.

“We can arrive later when everyone's already drunk, so no one will even notice,” she added.

I looked at her, the bag of marijuana, and back to her, chewing the skin of my bottom lip until it bled. I sighed, bringing my y/e/c eyes to meet her hazel ones.

“How do you suppose we smoke it?”

She grinned from ear to ear, raising an eyebrow.

After fits of coughing to the point of nearly gagging, I looked down at Bree, who was struggling to get her shoes on. Within seconds, everything began to slow down; as my eyes scanned the room, my vision had trouble keeping up with where I was looking and every movement I made felt like slow-motion.

“Bree,” I wailed, watching as she finally got her shoes tied. “I think we got too high.”

“I think we did too,” she agreed, her bloodshot eyes meeting mine.

My eyes felt extremely heavy and my throat felt extremely dry.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, hands grabbing at her face. “Do my eyes look that bad too?”

She giggled, grabbing my face between her palms as well.

“I can’t wait to meet your coworkers.”

Oh shit.

“Fuck, I forgot we were doing that,” I groaned.

“It’ll be fine, just don’t panic,” she warned.

We grabbed our purses before heading out the door and thankfully remembering to lock it behind us. We were able to get a taxi to the bar, as we sat in the backseat staring at the moving buildings that passed.

“Do you think they’ll have food there?” I moaned, feeling an empty-like feeling in my throat.

“I hope so,” she voiced, putting her hands over her stomach, signifying that she was hungry as well.

The taxi ride felt like forever before he stopped in front of the bar. We stumbled out of the car and made our way inside. At this point, I’d forgotten again why we were there, being so obliterated from the drug. As we swayed toward the bar, I immediately saw the familiar brunette from work, reminding me why I was there. My eyelids felt even heavier as I walked over to him, tapping on his shoulder. He turned around, eyes brightening at my presence.

“Y/n! You made it!” He pulled me into a hug, causing me to lean into him a bit more than I normally would have.

“Hey! I brought my friend,” I gestured to the blond on my right. “This is my roommate, Bree.”

“I’m Dean!” Dean cheerfully introduced himself to the small blond. Her eyes widened at him.

“You’re fucking British, holy shit,” she muttered, her bloodshot eyes in awe, making him laugh.

“I want some shots,” I nagged, hitting Bree’s arm with the back of my hand.

“Let’s do it!”

We went up to the bartender and ordered two vodka shots each. We slurped them down, feeling the burning sensation stinging our throats and stomachs much more than usual. We both settled on vodka sodas to sip on before returning back to my coworkers. I spotted Dean sitting down at the other end of the bar, conversing with someone. Bree split from me after getting into a conversation with one of the bartenders, leaving me alone, feeling as if I was walking in slow-motion. I made my way to Dean, before realizing that it was George he was talking to. I let out a big breath, taking a big gulp of my vodka soda, before walking up to the boys.

“Hey guys,” I greeted, as they both turned to face me, smiling immediately at my presence.

“Hey! Take a seat,” Dean offered.

For some odd reason, probably my cross-faded-caused impulsiveness, I decided to take the empty seat next to George instead, and as soon as I looked at him, my eyes couldn’t fucking peel away. He wore a maroon long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans; his biceps and pecs were visible just enough under the fabric that I could feel the heat between my legs begin to pulsate. His hair looked softer than ever and the crinkles beside his eyes were visible as he smiled. I was close enough to him that I could notice the individual freckles sprinkled across his nose. He looked so relaxed in the sexiest way possible.

“We were just telling a story about how someone in the office a few years ago sent a sext to Lauren’s email by accident,” Dean laughed, before retelling the story for me to hear.

Dean’s voice faded, as I returned my attention back on George. Being this close to him, I took my time absorbing all of the small features I’d never been able to notice before. All of his visits to Dean’s desk throughout the week, his simple “hello”s when he saw me briefly in the hallway or the cafeteria; they were nothing compared to this moment. I didn’t care that I was becoming more and more obliterated with every sip of alcohol on my empty stomach and my already-high system, I didn’t care that he was my coworker. I just wanted him, and he was right there.

His facial structure matched that of a statue, looking immaculate in the upmost inhumane ways. The way his eyebrows furrowed when he was concentrated or frustrated, the way his nostrils flared. I was noticing all of these things suddenly, opening my eyes to how truly attractive this man was. I saw his eyes glance to his side, toward me, noticing my stare. But, I didn’t care. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, not having any control over my actions at this point.

“I’m going to get another beer, George, you want one?”

“I’m good, thanks mate.” George’s tone was different this time. It sounded, almost confused?

Dean got up from his seat, leaving George and I to ourselves. I grabbed my glass and downed the rest of the vodka soda in the glass, slamming the empty glass down on the bar and turning my body to face him.

“Hi George,” I smiled, resting my chin on the palm of my hand, my elbow resting on the table.

He turned to me, his lips curling into a smile.

“Hi, Y/n.”

I giggled, smiling blissfully at the beautiful man next to me.

“George,” I began, batting my eyelashes as I looked up at him. “You’re so great.”

His eyebrows knitted together, an entertained smile evident on his lips as he looked down at me.

“And why is that?” He took a swig from his beer bottle as I began my slurring.

“Becaaauuuse, you’re a fucking art director, which is, like, crazy,” my bloodshot eyes bore into his bright, piercing blue ones. “And you’re, like, crazy handsome.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, smirking as my eyelids hung heavy, my eyes barely visible as I smiled. My face was red, as my cheeks had always heated up when I was drunk.

“You think so, love?”

I nodded, attempting to take a swig out of my glass as the empty cup poured nothingness into my mouth, reminding me that I’d finished off the drink minutes ago.

“You’re obliterated,” he observed.

“Want to know a secret?” I asked him in a sing-song voice. “I smoked weed before I got here, because my roommate told me it’d make me less anxious,” I whispered, giggling between words.

He raised his eyebrows, his jaw dropping before he started laughing.

“Jesus, Y/n, I didn’t know you were so reckless,” he gasped.

“Well, I didn’t waaannnnt to do it, but if I hadn’t done it, I’d probably be standing in the corner, too nervous to talk to you,” I admitted.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why would you be nervous to talk to me?”

I gave out a big sigh.

“You’re sooooo hot,” I moaned. “I kind of want to fuck you, but I don’t want to lose my job,” I admitted, licking my vodka-tasting lips before continuing. “And also, I got, like, cheated on big time in my last relationship and it left me with some crazy trust issues and self esteem issues. And, I haven’t had sex since then! It’s been two years, George, can you believe that?!”

There was a moment of silence between us, a moment of unspoken words before his hand was brought up to my cheek, his thumb swiping tears I hadn’t realized were rolling down my warm, scarlet cheeks.

“I can’t tell if you’re telling the truth, or if you’re just really fucking drunk,” he confessed, his voice almost as quiet as a whisper.

My eyebrows knitted together as my eyes scanned his entire face, absorbing his facial features once again. His eyebrows were furrowed, his nostrils flaring, his plump lips forming a frown. More tears rolled down my face as I leant my cheek into his hand, closing my eyes and savoring the moment.

But before I knew it, the moment was ruined with a lump in my throat and a grumble of my stomach. Oh, God, no.

“I’m going to throw up,” I croaked, my hand flying to my mouth as I scurried outside.

As soon as I opened the doors, vomit escaped my mouth. I bent over, hands on me knees, retching on the sidewalk before I felt someone pull my hair out of my face. I turned my head to see none other than George himself, who must have followed me outside. He gave me a sad smile, using his other hand to rub my back as I vomited until I felt like I had nothing else left in my stomach to release.

“Did you get my purse?” I groaned with a sniffle.

“Yes, love.”

Love. My stomach flipped, making me dry heave.

“T-text Bree and tell h-her to m-meet me outside,” I whimpered, sniffling again and wiping the fallen tears off of my cheeks and chin.

I heard him unzip my purse and fumble with the the many useless items I had stored in there before finding my phone. There was a moment of silence before he spoke.

“She texted you an hour ago telling you that she brought a man back to the apartment,” he mumbled, handing me the phone. I stood up straight, wiping my mouth with my arm before grabbing the device and reading the text.

“Fuck,” I cursed, wiping the tears that had fallen whilst retching. “I don’t know what to do.”

He continued to rub my back. “Do you want me to get you to your flat?”

I shook my head.

“No, she doesn’t want me there,” I grumbled, staring at the dark streets of New York in front of me, everything still looking distorted.

“You can crash at my place,” he offered. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

I looked at him, teary eyes staring into his concerned ones.

“Really?” my voice cracked.

He nodded. “Of course. Let’s get a taxi and get out of here.”

He stroked my hair, as I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his torso and crying into him.

“I’m sorry for being such a burden,” I croaked, my fingers gripping onto his shirt.

“Shhh,” he whispered softly, massaging the nape of my scalp with his fingers. “You’re not a burden, Y/n.”

I pulled away from him to look him directly in the eyes.

“Are you going to take advantage of me?”

Something flashed in his eyes, I couldn’t tell if it was anger, or shock, or both. His nostrils flared and his gaze became intense.

“I would never take advantage of you. Or anyone, for that matter.” His eyes didn’t leave mine until I pushed him closer to me, hugging the fabric of his shirt, devouring his scent.

I drowned myself in the scent of his cologne, noticing how close I was to the skin underneath his shirt. I sighed, some more drunken tears rolling down my face as I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to go anywhere. All I wanted was to stay there with George, his steady heartbeat like music in my ear, as I rested my head against him. This was more than anything I could have ever wanted with him.

I woke up to sunlight blinding my eyes, making me bury my face into my pillow and groan. I breathed into the pillow, realizing it smelt unfamiliar, smelling of sandalwood and vanilla. I sat up immediately, my eyes widening as I took in my surroundings. I was in a much bigger bed compared to the full size mattress in my bedroom, the walls were a dark gray, the large windows lining one of the walls making the room appear brighter. I looked under the covers, noticing I was still in the clothes I had gone to the bar in, though my shoes and purse sat on the hardwood floor beside the bed.

With my heart pounding through my chest, and a confusing massive headache, I got out of the bed and grabbed my shoes and purse. I walked quietly on the floor in my socks, coming face to face to a hallway. I noticed a set of stairs, so I decided to walk down them. The house was quiet, eerily quiet. The stairs led me to a living room, my heart racing as I noticed a sleeping form on the sofa. With a big knitted blanket covering their body, their blond disheveled hair was exposed from the blanket, including their face– is that George?

Slowly, I walked closer to the sleeping form, confirming it was George, from work. My jaw dropped and I found myself unsure of what to do, though my head was full of thoughts. What the fuck happened last night? What the fuck was I doing at George from work’s apartment? Did George take me to his apartment without my consent? Wouldn’t have Bree noticed that I was gone? Bree.

I pulled my phone out of my purse, noticing that it was 7 am. I opened my texts with Bree, raising my eyebrows at the messages.

11:04 pm, Bree: Left the bar with this hot ass guy. Bringing him to the apartment.. :/

12:49 am, Me: Goinnh to Georhe’s apaetment. Just threws up on sifewalk lol

1:05 am, Me: At hjis aprtment, hed rich as fuckkjj

1:06 am, Me: Hea sleepong on coucj tryinh not to male me uncomfgortable. Want to habe sex time witj him si bad thougj

1:07 am, Me: Goung to sleepgy times now goonifht bitchhhgh

With the text messages, I was able to conclude that George most likely didn’t assault me, Bree had a guy over which was most likely why I was crashing at George’s, and lastly, I threw up on a sidewalk. Flashbacks to smoking before the bar flooded my head, but I wasn’t able to remember a single thing after leaving the house. I groaned in frustration, bringing my palms to my face.

Suddenly, a soft moan came from the couch, making me jump as I realized I’d woken him up. He slowly fluttered his blond eyelashes open, his bright blue eyes landing on me immediately. His lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes softening as he took in my form.

“Good morning.” His raspy English voice made my legs weak and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Morning,” I replied, my fingers coming up to my temples in attempt to calm my pounding headache.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” he asked, sitting up and pulling the blanket off of him.

“Well,” I started, looking down at my phone. “According to my drunken texts, I threw up on a sidewalk, and that’s pretty much all I really know for sure.”

George rubbed his eyes before returning his gaze to me with a frown.

“You got very drunk at the bar last night, which resulted in you throwing up outside,” he confirmed. “Your friend texted you that she’d brought someone to your flat with her, so I offered to take you to mine so you could crash somewhere.”

I cringed, putting my face into my hands at the thought of being drunk in front of George. I mentally cursed myself for getting so obliterated and possibly embarrassing myself in front of the man.

“God, I hope I didn’t say anything stupid,” I moaned, still cringing.

He laughed, making me even more uneasy.

“You didn’t say anything stupid,” he reassured me.

My shoulders fell out of relief, hoping that maybe my high-self had made my drunk-self a little more normal.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” I mentioned, looking around his apartment. “You didn’t have to sleep on the couch, though.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

I smiled gratefully at the gentleman in front of me.

“Besides, it would’ve been a little weird waking up next to me with no context,” he pointed out.

I laughed, imagining the extreme confusion I’d feel waking up next to George, from work.

“Hey, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Would you want to stay for breakfast? I could make some eggs and French toast, or anything you like, really.”

“I should probably get home and shower. I can’t imagine how I look right now,” I babbled, knowing there was probably makeup all over my face and I most likely smelt of vomit. “But, thank you, George, really.”

He nodded. “Yeah, after getting sick last night, a shower’s probably a good idea,” he agreed.

I gave him a sheepish smile, clutching my purse before stopping in my tracks. What the hell did you just do? Did you just decline George MacKay for breakfast? After everything he did for you last night? I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in attempt to calm me before doing something I’d possibly regret.

It’s now or never.

“Unless, I could use your shower?”

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“Damn it,” I groan, curling into a tighter ball on the bed. Cramps have been hitting hard this morning, and my pain pill is taking forever to kick in.

Haipeo whimpers, snuggling into my back. She’s only been with e a few days, and she already reacts like I raised her from a puppy.

Keyowo licks my face multiple times in an effort to cheer me up. She ends up lying down and just looking at me.

“Yes, she is in a lot of pain,” Taehyung says into his phone as he walks out of the bathroom. His hair still wet form the shower he finished just minutes ago, and shorts his only article of clothing.

I smile at the body of my boyfriend. He has a toned back with firm shoulders. His arms don’t really show it, but they are muscular. His chest is smooth and strong. It is his soft tummy that I love the most.

“Thank you,” Taehyung says before ending the call.

“Tae,” I call out.

“Hm?” He looks over at me. “Oh, jagi,” he rushes over to my side, placing his phone down on the bedside table.

“Who was that?” I tenderly smile.

“Just Mr. Son,” he smooths hair out of my face. “I wanted to let him know you won’t be coming in today.”

“Oh,” I pout. “This sucks.”

“I know,” he kisses my forehead. “You’ll be good tomorrow, but today won’t be terrible. A day home with our dogs. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“I just want to be with you,” I sigh. “One day will be fine.”

“I’ll sing for you when I get back. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful,” I giggle as Haipeo and Keyowo perk up from my improved state. “Your tummy is my new favorite thing.”

Taehyung stands up, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Why? It’s soft and not fit.”

“That’s why I like it. It fits you better than abs. A cute tummy for a cute man.”

“I can be more than cute,” he trials his fingers lightly up my arm.

“Oh, I know. I have watched you on stage.”

“If you need anything today, remember, I am just a call away. Do not hesitate to call for my help.”

“I won’t,” I reach out to poke his stomach. “Tell the boys what’s up.”

“No worries, I’ve already sent out a text in our group chat.”

“Looks like you have your shit together,” I slowly sit up. “Can you get take-out on your way home?”

“Of course,” Taehyung leans in and gives me a kiss. “I need to finish getting ready, and then I’ll be off.”

“Am I a distraction?” I innocently bat my eyelashes.

“Hell yes you are,” he presses a hard kiss to my lips. “A good one. Helps me stay sane.”

“Get going, Tae,” I shove him away. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you get home.”

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“Tae,” Jimin sits down next to the younger boy. “Are you okay?”

“What?” Taehyung snaps out of the thoughts of his hurting girlfriend.

“Seriously dude, what is on your mind that you can’t focus?” Jimin slings his arm around the shoulders of the other boy.

“Amber’s here to stay, there’s no need to worry about that,” Jungkook speaks up as he goes through some of the choreography again.

“I’m not worrying about that,” Taehyung waves the youngest boy off, “When I left this morning, she was curled into a ball as a wave of cramps was taking her. Here I am, having fun as I work, and I should be home taking care of her.”

“She’s been having periods for years, Taehyung,” Yoongi steps up to be right in front of Taehyung. “Little one is tough, and I know she’ll pull through this like she always does. She doesn’t need you to baby her. She knows what to do.”

Taehyung releases a frustrating sigh. “I won’t baby her. I just want to take care of my girlfriend when she’s in pain.”

“You’ll be able toa after practice, and the many more times she’s in pain. Not to mention the countless times you’ve already helped her.”

“Nari said Emily went over and checked on her,” Seokjin adds in as he hold the door into the practice room open for Hoseok and Namjoon. “She’s doing fine, Tae.”

“Amber has painkillers,” Namjoon adds. “So the pain will be masked until it fades away.”

“Kids tough,” Hoseok begins dancing with Jungkook. “She also knows how much she can take. If she were doing really bad, she’d call one of us. I know that for sure.”

Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, “I guess so. It just sucks.”

“I know it does, Tae,” Yoongi pats the younger boys shoulder. “I’d love to have her here as well. It’s just one day, so both of us can cheer up and make it through the day. Besides, I’m sure she’s lying around missing us too.”

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“They call me, baepsae,” I shout out the lyrics as I dance around the apartment. The painkillers kicked in not too long after Taehyung, pushing the pain down to a dull pulse in my lower abdomen. I was able to get up and make myself a simple breakfast of eggs and toast. Then I look a long hot shower to relax my tense muscles. Emily stopped by to check in on my as well, and we talked for a bit which was nice.

Of course, I can’t just sit around while I wait for my boyfriend and take-out, so I’ve been playing a K-pop playlist. I have a lot of groups I need to look into, but that can wait.

“I’ve got a crow-tit’s legs, and you have a stork’s legs. They all say their legs are worth a million bucks. My legs are shorter, so how do you expect me to keep up? They say it shouldn’t matter since we’re coming from the same place,” I perfectly rap along with Yoongi. “Never, never, never.”

Haipeo rushes passed me into the kitchen with Keyowo hot on her tail. The two get along better than I could have ever hoped.

I fix my booty shorts as I walk over to the bookshelf holding my notebooks, mumbling the BTS song.

After I realized I was going to be home alone for most of the day, my confidence soared, and my outfit shows it. My blue booty shorts show everything, and that includes my big thigh. The cut-up t-shirt with puppies on it exposes my tummy and lower back. My feet are covered in socks with penguins on them.

The song switches as I pull a journal off the shelf. Instantly I recognize it as “Congratulations” by Day6.

“Yes, this song rocks,” I walk over to the couch, tossing the journal by my pencil.

The whole day hasn’t been filled with singing and dancing as it may seem. I made myself lunch while just listening to music. I’ve also been writing poems, anecdotes, and planning a new story. I also took some time to fix up my Instagram. The profile pictures is now of Taehyung and me, and starting now it will be used to give ARMY’s a better inside look of my life and the boys. They already seem to be liking the idea. A video of Haipeo and Keyowo was the first thing I put up and was so well received. No hate comments to be seen.

Haipeo lets out a bark as she rushes to the front door.

“Haipeo,” I scold. “Bad girl,” I shake my head, turning away to get back to playing air guitar.

It doesn’t click in my mind that the husky heard the rattling of keys signaling Taehyung’s return. The dog has rushed back into the room before the thought even flickers in my brain.

The smell of take-out makes my stomach growl, but I can’t take my focus off the music.

It’s not until two tan arms wrap around my middle that I realize I’m no longer home alone.

“Oh my gosh, Tae,” I jump in his grasp, scared for only a second.

“This is how I want to come home on the rare times you are here without me, princess,” Taehyung nuzzles his face into my neck, placing opened mouth kisses on the skin.

“Tae, why didn’t you call,” I pour. “I would have gotten dressed.”

The song changes again, this time to “Adore U” by Seventeen.

“But you aren’t naked,” he pulls his head away form my neck. “Plus, you look super sexy.”

“Really?” I feel my cheeks heat up.

“Yes, really. I love you when you are drowning in sweatshirts, and I love this showing of skin. You are beautiful, jagi.”

“I’m just insecure, you know that.”

“That’s why I am telling you just how amazing you look,” he places a kiss to my cheek. “I will do whatever it takes for you to always love your body.”

“I’ve come a long way.”

“I know you have, and I am so proud. Body positivity all the time. That’s how I try to be.”

I open my mouth to reply, but am cut off as my stomach growls.

Taehyung giggles, “That is too cute.” He gently pinches my stomach. “Are you hungry, princess?”

“Very. That food smells so good,” I turn my face to get the first glimpse of my boyfriend since he got home. “Good thing you remembered.”

“I’ve been thinking of you all day, so it would have been hard to forget,” he lovingly smiles.

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore,” I push my lips onto his for a quick kiss. “My man is here to protect me and make me feel better.”

He grins, “Let’s get our food so your stomach becomes happy, and you can tell me all about your home along adventures.”

I giggle, “That sounds wonderful, Tae. You have to tell me about your day too, though. It’s only fair.”

He presses a hard kiss to my lips, chuckling afterwards. “Of course. Now come on, I want to hear what you did all day without me.”

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“I’m not as nervous as I was last time we took a train to see your family,” I smile as I tear my gaze from the window to look at Taehyung. “Not that I’m not a bit scared at how your extended family is going to react, because I am. I just feel better knowing your sister will be there.”

“She’s excited to see you again,” Taehyung grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. “My family missed you, jagi.”

“That’s good. That means they really liked me, and it wasn’t a façade.”

“Of course they like you,” he pushes my glasses up my nose. “You are kind, speak Korean, and are such a ball of sunshine. Plus, you are just so cute,” he presses a kiss to my nose.

I giggle, scrunching up my face for a moment. “You’re just saying that.”

“Nope,” he shakes his head. “It’s all true. If you don’t believe me, there are many others who can say I am right. Do I need to list them off?”

I giggle, “No, no. I believe you. I know the boys will tell me how cute, funny, loveable, and so much more that they always say I am. Emily and Nari too.”

“Then why question it?” He pouts. “Jagi, you did it yesterday too.”

“I’m sorry,” I pat his cheek. “It’s just shocking. After ten months apart, compliments in person have a different effect. Over Skype is one thing, but we are together again.”

“I guess I understand. Now I can see all of you, and you have to get used to it again.”

“That’s actually right. My flaws are much clearer than over a web camera.”

“I love everything about you. Even what you call flaws. Your tummy, thighs, acne, and whatever else. I love all of you so much.”

“I love whatever you think of flaws too, Tae.”

He cups my face in his big hands, “I know you do. You love me for me, and I love you for you. We fit together like two puzzle pieces.”

“That is so cheesy,” I place my hands on his. “You are adorable.”

He places a tender kiss on my lips, “You are more adorable, princess.”

“I can’t believe you love my acne,” I pull his hands off my cheeks.

“Pimples are just little friends. Plus, everyone gets acne. It makes you human. I get acne, and so does Jungkook. All of us get it on occasion. We can do face masks together.”

“That sounds fun. I have always wanted to try one of those masks. My forehead has an outrageous number of pimples.”

“I know. I saw them when you were getting ready in the bathroom this morning. You are so cute,” he moves my bands out of the way, littering kisses all over my forehead.

I squeal, pulling away from my boyfriend. “Taehyung, you are too crazy.”

He lets out a deep chuckle, “I’m just showing my jagiya how much I love her.”

“Well, can you tone it down just a little bit? I love skin-ship, don’t get me wrong. Just, now that we know that people take pictures every time they see us, and I don’t want a lot of kissy pictures. Unless taken by us or our friends.”

“Of course,” he grabs my hands. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way. I’ll try to stop being all over you in public.”

“Just ask if its going to be a bit touchier than normal. Skin-ship is lovely, but I get a bit shy and anxious in public.”

“I understand, jagi. You get flustered easy, and you don’t’ like it.”

“Thank you, babe. You are very considerate. Grandma raised a good boy,” I poke his cheeks.”

“She did,” he flashes a boxy smile. “I just love seeing you smile and be happy. Your eyes get all squinty when you give a big smile. Its so cute,” he coos, tickling my sides for a second, and then he pulls me into his lap.

“Tae,” I gasp, squirming to try to get off of Taehyung’s lap. My face heating up in embarrassment. “Please, you just said you would hold off on skin-ship in public.”

“We are one of the only people in this car, and the other’s can’t see us,” he presses a sloppy kiss to my cheek, and then one to my jaw. “Jungkook was so excited to be taking care of our puppies today. Yoongi-hyung said he’s check in when he could. I’m sure the other boys will stop by. Besides Namjoon-hyung. He’s on a date with Emily.”

I sigh, snuggling into Taehyung’s chest. “Nice change of subject there, Taehyungie. Embarrassing me, such a meanie.”

“No, I’m not mean,” he gives me a squeeze, rubbing our cheeks together. “I’m the best boyfriend to you. Sure, I make mistakes, but everyone does.”

“Okay, maybe you aren’t that mean,” I tease. “You are the best, Tae-Tae. I promise. Without you, I’d be stuck in America, not as happy, and with less friends.”

“I love you, Amber,” Taehyung kisses my temple. “Today is going to be a lot of fun.”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! Scenes are probably going to seem a bit shorter because I am not going to do much editing to make them longer. Still, I think you will enjoy! :D

#BTS #BTS fan fiction #BTS x OC #BTS imagine #Jungkook x OC #Jungkook imagine #Taehyung x OC #Taehyung imagine #Jimin x OC #Jimin imagine #Namjoon x OC #Namjoon imagine #Hoseok x OC #Hoseok imagine #Yoongi x OC #Yoongi imagine #Seokjin x OC #Seokjin imagine #My OCs

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pffbts · 5 years

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hobi x y/n just sitting down and journaling together, whether it be digital journaling, pen to paper journaling, and filming a journal with me video together. ( this really is just for me to feed the y/n college life that I can only dream of)(tbh,its really hard to imagine hobi journaling, so maybe have him just looking at me journals?? looking at my old journals maybe instead of writing his own?? or maybe even being a brat and going off on how it doesn't help him and he thinks that its weird)

(cont.) + and like, continuing what i just wrote, maybe he’s reading my old journals and talking about the past me vs the present me??? ( I’m just giving u ideas I swear I’m not trying to direct u onto writing like a commission or some ish) 🙇🏻‍♀️

GENRE. fluff; angst (minimal)

CHARACTERS. jung hoseok x reader | no supporting character.

W.C. 2K

AUTHOR`S NOTE. this is, at the end became a really cosy fic. i, though planned to write something energetically―maybe it`s because i was listening to this while writing, i ended up making a peaceful fic. anyway, thanks for sending in your idea, baby! and happy reading, bub!

LIYAN`S VERSION | the one who requested.

[10:44 AM] [and, there will only remain the words we wrote.]

―beads of perspiration gather up across your forehead sticking your baby hairs against it in that annoying way as ever. but you had to finish your laundry, so you lift your laundry basket up in both of your arms and walked further away from your apartment and towards the destination.

hoseok had exactly ten minutes left before he arrives at your place from his quick visit at the dance academy but while on his way towards your place, he couldn`t pin out what came over his mind, he dropped by a stationery shop to buy some stickers because he knows you love them but you also love it the best when he buys them for you as a complimentary gift.

though his ways of telling you are very little and like flash before your eyes, you`re always quick enough to catch up on it. after all, you had your own ways of knowing him.

you witness the flush of the water inside the machine and the cup of coffee that you held in your hand remain tightly captured in your palm. you`ve always been a nervous wreck whenever you hold something in your hand. it`s strange how this might look really ridiculous to others but for you, this is the one thing you`re scared of and that`s letting go.

you feel the constant tapping of your feet and as you look at the clock on the wall and the spins of the machine simultaneously your mind goes back to that one place your person lives. you understand that you can`t wait to reach to him.

as you hear the sudden alarm of your laundry being finished, you jump from your seat, flipping the now empty cup in the bin next to you. crouching down in front of the machine, you pull out the washed clothes and settle them rather messily in the laundry basket. there`s a rush in your system and you could almost feel it reaching the tip of your fingers now. you watch the slight tremble of your fingers but chose to quickly rub it off you head.

no one knows apart from you that it`s been five months and finally you were having hoseok over at your place. when you had offered to visit him at his dance academy, he said not to worry about that and offered himself to come over at your place.

you smile at the casual remembrance and walk out of the laundry shop, your arms now filled with energy.

hoseok, who has another set of keys jiggling happily in his jean`s pockets, took them out ever so carefully and used it to open the door of your apartment but was met with a sudden empty air when he realizes that you`re currently not at home. his eyes quickly shift to the brand new neatly white painted chair and table you had bought two weeks ago. you had sent him the pictures the moment you settled them in their current place, right at the front of the biggest window of your apartment.

he walks forward, taking out the stickers he bought while on his way here. some days he would end up buying a whole month`s supply of stickers for you and that someday somehow ended up becoming today. he knows already that you`re probably going to scold him as usual but that`s not the biggest issue here. he was getting worried where you would be at this hour. it is disgustingly hot outside and he hoped you`re wearing light clothes.

while he kept himself worried, he decides to revert his attention on the occupants of the neatly coloured table. the top of the table doesn`t look much neat in his eyes but it looks kind of aesthetic which hoseok didn`t complain about. he knows you`re a little messy so he keeps himself casual and doesn`t bring up his own neat freak from inside. he settles himself in the chair and picks up the journal that was closest to his reach.

seeing from a far, anyone can tell how much that table said about the owner herself. the flowers are fresh as usual, which means the owner changes it every day. the lampstand is clean as a white cream, the pencils, the pens, the markers, the highlighters, the thin ribbons, the gum stick, the whitener and last but not the least the still stocked stickers. each and everything was sitting in their designated place. if anyone wanted to know if the owner has a person close to her or not, they can look at the photo collage stand where polaroids of her and her person`s smiling faces are prominently visible. their happy moments are captured in time and though the time has frozen in that particular picture, the feelings inside those two humans grow with abundant depth.

it dawns upon hoseok how much he has missed you. when he traces the edge of the journal with his fingers, he dies to feel a little bit of your warmth against his own too. without another thought, he opens up the journal to the page you last wrote:

[sunflower sticker] day 152 / time: 07:23 AM―first of all, today we`re going to use only sunflowers and if i run out of sunflowers we`ll use the sun because today hobi is coming back after five months!!! i missed him a lot [sad emoji] and i`m so happy that today he`s finally coming over. i don`t know why but i`ve a feeling that he`ll probably buy a bunch of stickers again. the weather seems better today. it`s been less gloomy and too much sunny. i hope it doesn`t become too hot later on. [three extra sun stickers]

[ten sun + two sunflowers stickers] time: 10:30 AM―TOO MUCH HOTNESS and i`ve too many laundries to do. ugh, [angry emoji] why didn`t i notice that i was piling up so much, maybe college was too stressful this week (?). it`s almost time and he`ll be here and i don`t want to get a nag from him because of how much messy and lazy i become when he isn`t here. anyway, it`s getting late. i should probably get down to business.

so you must be at the laundry right now―

as hoseok`s realization dawns upon him, he hears the sound of the entrance door opening. he gets up immediately and pushes back the chair in its place.

“aaahhh for a second, i thought i didn`t lock the door!” you exclaim, putting down the laundry basket in the rack beside the washroom, “also―”

without realizing what happened in front of your eyes, you feel trapped inside the warm encasement of hoseok`s arms and chest pressing right against you. you try squinting your eyes open and your eyelashes were met with the slightly moist strands of hoseok`s hair. your fingers move to softly caress them. so, he`s really been growing his hair out. you feel him giving you soft pressed kisses against your neck and as you crane your neck a little to give him that extra access, he pulls his face away only to lean in and give you a kiss on your mouth. it`s like you had the fastest shift in your moods and you weren`t complaining in any way.

“hobi―” you try speaking only to be cut off as he gives another kiss at the corner of your lips, “no talking.”

“but―” he pulls you against him much more tightly before you could finish your second attempt at talking. right that moment you realize that you`re completely wrapped in his arms, he had completely captured you in the nest and you had no other way out but to finally return the gaze he has upon you.

“i saw you were reading my journal.” you say and almost thanked the heavens for not letting him stop your mid-start.

he nods his head slowly and pushes out his lower lip humming at you, “you were all sunflowers and suns today. care to give out the reason?”

“i was planning to but then i thought i will let you figure it out.” you shake your head with disapproval.

“oh, but baby i already got it.” and when he smiled like that, you felt like your heart collapse from the insides of your ribs and ended up at the pit of your intestines. your felt your neck heating up while you tried wiggling out of his grip.

this time, hoseok did let you out of his embrace and followed you as you sat down to write down the next update of your day`s whereabouts. as your hand reached for the pen, you saw a sandpaper bag sitting there when it wasn’t there this morning. you lift your head up to catch the anticipation filled eyes of hoseok.

“i―” i always tell you not to do this, you almost said your usual sentence but because you are seeing him after a long time and because of your inner anxiety for people and things leaving you behind didn`t work out on hoseok, you decided to vocally appreciate his effort of at least remembering your likes. “i`m glad you always do this for me,” you tangle your fingers with his slim ones, his veins providing the smooth crests and troughs against your skin and before hoseok see through your mind, you take his hand and lay them across your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment taking in that familiar sense of protection and warmth from him. “i`m glad you`re here again. i missed you a lot.”

when hoseok leans in and holds your face against his stomach, he caresses the top of your head.

“i missed you a lot too. i couldn`t wait to come back home and see you doing things you love, saying things that are on your mind, eating things you crave for, and mostly, i missed reading your daily journals. i missed living in your world.”

later that afternoon, while you were lying down on your futon beside the table and reading the newly bought book after a heavy lunch date with hoseok, you watched him sitting at your place in the chair and with a heavily concentrated face he was taking one sticker out at once and pasting them on the sides of your writings, sometimes he was taking the markers to draw little lilies and sunflowers, sometimes he added little messages like reply here and there in-between your lines.

and, you, more than concentrating on the contents of the book in your hand or the interactions in-between the characters were mostly invested in observing the wonders that hoseok`s hands did and you were sure you felt tingles inside your chest when you saw him smiling that satisfied smile whenever he was happy with his input. his hair which has been growing out a lot faster these days gave him a casual and carefree look. his extremely loose white tee and his tightly fitted jeans gave him such a beautiful look, you thought how can a person look this ethereal without even giving any effort. also, the descending sunlight that covered the place where he sat. the fading sun illuminated and made his smile into a bigger picture.

you sigh and he catches that giving you smiling eyes before going back to doing what he was into. you stretch out your legs further and finally looked back at your opened book and dived in with the smell of happiness lingering in the air around you.

fin.

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reprisedpiece · 7 years

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Drop Your Pants

Pairing: Ben Platt x ArtMajor!Reader

Warning: swear words, sexual implications

Request: “i would DIE if u did an art student reader x ben platt !!!!!!”

Word Count: 1815

Note: THIS STARTED OUT REAL FLUFFY ((and the entire thing is)) but the ending,,,, i just had to, im sorry. who knows i might even make part 2 ;---) as always, feedbacks are appreciated!

MASTERLIST

Without a doubt, Ben found it absolutely beautiful when he found out you were an art student. He always had a knack for art, never really having the opportunities to talk about it as he didn’t have anyone to share the common interest with.

He admits that dating you entailed a lot of cheesy yet exquisite moments. Not that he was complaining. He always got the same giddy feeling whenever you mindlessly drew landscapes on his forearm, asking him to let you paint portraits on his back, and when he catches that glint in your eyes as you pull out your sketch journal whenever you see something worth drawing.

Heck, there were even moments where he’d catch you staring at him for nearly an hour and you’d present him with a breathtaking sketch. Even if it was a loose drawing, he’d still find it stunning.

He just absolutely loved how you were able to catch every single beautiful thing in your line of vision and interpret them into something even more beautiful through your pieces.

Whenever the two of you hung out and decided to stay in, he’d always persist that it would be in your place.

Sure, your small apartment was a tad bit messy but it represented your personality quite well. It was colourful, abstract, original, vibrant. Just like you, he thought.

He never forgets to bring flowers to when he visits you. They’re not always in bouquets. Sometimes, he brings you a single flower with a small ribbon tied around its stem and it was enough to make you smile for the entire dy.

You’d put the flower/s in a vase near your other pieces as he looks around, marveling at its beauty. His gaze would switch from the easel, to the untouched canvases and sketch pads, to the paint-stained cloths near the stairwell, then eventually to you.

He’d always see you either with charcoal markings on the side of your left hand or with a touch of paint across your cheek. You were a masterpiece in Ben’s eyes and he felt privileged to be able to even just watch you.

But of course, he also knew that your relationship would bring out of the ordinary moments.

There would be times where he’d be watching something and you’d suddenly ask him to hold his hand up near the light with a certain pose so you can sketch it. There were also time wherein you’d find him by a window, the light hitting his face just right, and you’d ask him to stay completely still.

Nonetheless, Ben didn’t mind all those things for you. He knew it was for your work. If anything, he found your dedication for your artistry simply fascinating.

Though today might be an exception.

“Babe, I need you to drop your pants.” You said with no hesitation.

He slowly looked up from the book he was reading when he heard you say those words from across the bed.

“I need to what?”

You blew the piece of hair hanging in front of your face. You had charcoal marking over your hands so you couldn’t exactly move it away. “You heard me. Drop your pants.”

“Uhm,” He started, putting his book down. “ Look Y/N, we just ate. I think we should wait until-”

You quickly felt your cheeks heat up as you started to feel flustered. “Oh my fucking god, Ben! No, I’m not referring to that!” You said quickly, wiping your hands with a piece of cloth before smoothing out your sundress.

You were suppose to eat out that afternoon but the two of you got lazy and just decided to order in. Since then, you haven’t changed.

He simply cocked an eyebrow, smiling at you with amusement. “Okay, so why do you want me to drop my pants?”

“I need a nude model,” You started to explain. “I’m trying to sketch some poses and it would be easier for me to visualize it if someone actually did the poses.”

Ben just stared at you, still determining if you were actually serious. This was definitely something new. Out of all the things you had him do for you, this had to be the most unconventional yet.

"We’re talking about full-on nude?”

Just like colors, you could be very bold. You simply nodded. “Yeah.”

Ben hesitated but started removing his clothes slowly nonetheless. He started with his shirt and his socks. His actions became slower when he started unbuttoning his jeans. You caught a glimpse of his face. You can tell from his expression that he felt nervous.

“Oh, c’mon. I’ve seen it all, Ben.” You reassured him, kissing him on the cheek before walking to the sofa where you expected him to pose.

He reluctantly agreed as he began walking to the red sofa that was placed across your easel. He began laying on his, side facing you.

“Paint me like one of your french girls.” He tried lightening up the tension in the room, voice wavering ever-so slightly. He had a nervous grin on his face as you told him which pose to imitate.

You chuckled at his statement. He always said that, even when you asked him to do simple hand poses. You made him put the weight of his head against his hand, laying the other on his stomach. You placed a white sheet over his lower body, your hand accidentally brushing over his groin area.

He shifted, clearing his throat. You shot him a look. “Don’t even think about it.” He pouted at you.

“The things I do for you, I swear.” He mumbled.

You gave him a smooch on the lips. “I know you love me.” You say with a cheeky smile, walking back to your easel.

“Unfortunately, I do.” He said back, biting his lip as he tried to keep himself from smiling.

“Just so you know, I’m sketching you.” You tell him, peaking your head from behind the easel.

“Yeah, can you make sure that my face is covered?” He asked nervously, trying to ignore the itch forming behind his leg. He knew the drill. When you asked him to pose, he had to stay completely still.

“Or just tweak it a bit so it doesn’t look exactly like me. It would feel weird if I had a nude portrait of me hanging somewhere.”

You hummed in response. "Sure, babe. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

Ben observed you as you sketched, watching as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Nearly an hour into sketching, you unconsciously stuck out you tongue a bit as you focused on the shading. He couldn’t help but smile as he admired you.

It was when you couldn't find your eraser when things got, well, hard. So to speak.

Your eyes were still focused on the paper as you blindly fumbled around to your side. You continued patting around, looking for your eraser.

You groaned with annoyance when you still couldn’t find it. You were forced to tear your eyes away from your work.

You stared at the top tier of your organizer.

“Why the fuck do my erasers keep on disappearing?” You muttered to yourself, scrambling the items in search for the damn eraser. It was the third time you lost it in two weeks.

“Damn it. I hope I still have some left,” You whispered to yourself as you dropped to your knees. You bent down, searching for a spare eraser in the bottom tier of your organizer.

Ben’s breathing hitched. Your dress was short so with you bending down, Ben couldn’t help but stare. His eyes shifted to your ass, catching a glimpse of the black lace underneath your dress.

His gaze lingered as you fidgeted around in search for the eraser. It was taking you an awful lot of time but Ben wasn’t complaining. He took in a sharp breath when the skirt of the dress rode higher.

“Aha! I got it!” You exclaim, sitting back on your calves. You scrambled to get up back on your feet as Ben cleared his throat, quickly straightening his body once more.

You went back to your piece, erasing and fixing the wavy line you accidentally made. When you finished with that area, you glanced at Ben as you started to draw his lower body. Doing so just made you laugh.

"Benjamin Platt!” You fake scolded, stifling a chuckle from slipping past your lips.

He stiffened his pose. “I’m sorry! My back started to ache so I just had to straighten my back.” He quickly defended himself as he though you were referring to his shift in pose.

You were giggling at this point. You couldn’t even form words so you shook your head at him, signalling that you weren’t talking about that.

He gave you a confused look.

You cleared your throat, simply pointing a little bit to your right. Ben’s eyes followed your finger. He almost immediately realized that you were pointing to his groin area where a small tent was formed.

He felt his face red up a bit, trying to be still as possible. “You were wearing the black lace. You know I couldn’t help it.” He whines.

“So you got a boner in like ten seconds?” You questioned him as you looked at him with amusement.

“Just so you know, you were bent over for over five minutes.” He started defending himself again. “And besides, what can I do? You turn me on.”

You looked back at your sketch before looking back at him. “Though I am flattered, your boner changed the way the cloth falls. It doesn’t match the sketch anymore.” You say with a pout on your face.

Ben smirks. “I mean, there’s really only one way to bring it back to the way it was.” He said expectantly. “And you know, you’re the only one who can help with that.”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a cheeky grin. “Nice try, babe. Unfortunately, the answer is no.” You say, his smirk falling.

“Wait, wha-”

“I’m going to move to another area and I will just skip that part for now,” You say as you pointed to his groin area, giving him a wink. “I’ll let it limp down by itself.”

His jaw nearly hit the ground. “So you’re telling me you’re going to leave me here? With a boner? Flustered and all?” He said slowly.

You nodded with a smile on your face. “Exactly my point.” You reply, going back to your sketch.

“I-” He started, eventually closing his mouth as he didn’t know what to say.

You giggle at his expression. “My apologies but you know art comes first.”

He just nodded slowly, obviously upset as his eyes were set on the floor.

“Hey,” You called out. He lifted his gaze to your face.

You gave him a smirk. “Rest assured, I’ll make it up to you later.”

| part 2 here |

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