#side note; i finished this back in october so it's not new by any means

[lvmbien]

I spent a few days hyper focusing on this because I wanted to make a reference sheet of sorts for myself. And then I gave him actual clothes that aren't built into him because i think the mechanical built in clothes look... really dumb. (sorry <//3)

I adore him to absolute bits. I seriously don't know how or when it happened but he snuck his way into my comfort characters list and now I'm fighting Idia for title of favorite brother.

#The outfit I gave him is pretty basic because I hadn't planned on giving him a single permanent outfit so I just went for something simple. #Except for the shoes #I found those online and thought they were perfect for him #They're supposed to be shiny/glossy but uhhh idk how to render them right for that whoops lol #this is slightly a 'redesign' as well but also not?? really???? #because i just mixed a few of his different models and then simplified him in a way i could somewhat comprehend #i have self indulgent thoughts that go along with this but they aren't important outside of my circle of friends and my own headspace #shit like how he got those shoes specifically and some actual like in universe model design process 'lore' #side note; i finished this back in october so it's not new by any means #I was severely burnt out and struggling through art block at the time but i was able to work on this without much issue #it even pulled me out of it to a degree tbh so thank you ortho <3 #lvmbart #ortho shroud #ignihyde #twst #twisted wonderland

[imthegayone]

Lovely Tattoos (Drabble)

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Tattooed!Reader (GN)

Summary: Tara loves your tattoos and all that comes with them.

Warrnings: None i think

Author's Note: Damn it feels like a lifetime since I've posted a fic, but heres a little drabble if you can even call it that. I promise I'm writing so hopefully you'll see some longer fics coming soon. October just kicked my ass (none of you told me turning 21 was gonna hit me so hard) and I'm just now finishing my recovery (with a big fuck you to my sciatic nerve and broken foot 🖕). There is a specific tattoo mentioned, just let me have a litte self indulgence k? 🩵

Word Count: 316 (she's tiny)

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Tara loves your tattoos, from the bigger ones on your back to the many patchwork tattoos across your arms and thighs. She loves them, they’re a part of you, and it’s you that she loves the most. 

She loves the way you’ll stay in bed a few hours longer if she traces the ones on your back. She loves that you both calm down when she traces the Miles Morales spider on your inner wrist. 

She loves that you’ve been packing markers in your bag for her and Mindy to color them in during any classes that didn’t solely focus on film making. She loves how excited you get when you see a child is interested in some of the more colorful ones. Always willing to take the time to let them inspect the vibrant art. 

She loves, though this one she’s a little more hesitant to admit, but she loves the matching tattoo you have with Chad. She rolls her eyes but she loves when the pair of you make it your mission to get the tattoos in every photo you take together.

She loves the many tattoos that didn’t have any meaning to them until you had the experience of getting them. Remembering the time you drunkenly let Anika tattoo a doodle of Tara’s on the side of your rib. She loved when Sam got her first tattoo, you not only packed a bag for her during the tattoo with snacks but you also made a little care package for after. 

She loves that when she got her own tattoo on her wrist, you held her other hand throughout the process. She loves that you’ve started a new routine of rubbing sunscreen on her wrist to protect it. She loves how excited you get when she says you should get a matching tattoo with her. 

She loves you, your tattoos and everything that entails.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega #the ending is meh #but i really just wanted to add to the thought of tara really loving a tattooed partner #you can't tell me she wouldn't find comfort in tracing tattoos dude #theres some things i just added right before posting this so if some is off well... #fics by the gay #it feels like every time I post something I wanna just say idk man #and send it

[shawnxstyles]

her alert!

DATE: OCTOBER 11, 2022

summary: y/n finally notices peter after all this time in english class.

requested: yess

song: Nervous- shawn mendes :)

words: 1.9k

warnings: implications of sex and a nervous peter

note: part three is here!

not my gif!

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“since i’m a man now, i think we should go. the three of us,” peter rolls his eyes and lays his head on his locker as ned rants on and on. ned believes that he is suddenly a man now because he’s dating betty, the school’s news reporter. he’s been begging peter to go hang out with them in a cabin. even just for a night.

it’s been three weeks of this.

“ned, i don’t want to third wheel. why do you want me to come with you guys so bad?” peter grips the straps of his backpack, waiting for a response.

“because you’ve been pretty out of it, peter. look, i know you still have a thing for y/n, but it’s never going to happen if you don’t talk to her. i want you to come, so you can get away for a while,” ned raises his eyebrows a bit and shuts his locker after grabbing his textbook. peter softens from ned’s concerns and inhales a stressed breath.

“i’m fine, i’m staying here.”

“okay then you have to talk to y/n. either you come or you talk to her. you choose,” ned states as the bell rings. his eyebrows raise again as he spins away, meaning betty halfway through the hallway.

if peter were meant to talk to you then it would just happen, right?

peter rushes to grab his english notebook and slams his locker closed, rushing to his next period. this is his favorite period, did he mention why? because you’re there. anywhere you are is his favorite place.

gosh, that sounds more stalker-ish than he thought.

when the final bell rings, peter sits in his usual seat, right in the front of the class. the teacher begins to explain a project that consists of a presentation about any of the historical events that were related to To Kill A Mocking Bird. reading that book was a part of the summer homework, which about half the class didn’t complete. right as she’s finishing the directions, you rush through the door.

“sorry! sorry, i’m late. i… yeah,” y/n shuffles toward the back of the class, breathing unsteady. your hair was a bit messy and one shoe was untied. this was one of those days where you didn’t dress like you were going to an award show but like you were a normal teenager. peter found it adorable and hot that you could rock both styles. not to be blunt or anything, but it was pretty obvious what you were doing. everyone could have probably guessed.

“well… i must say one more thing before i let you all get to work,” the teacher starts as she peers the classroom. “this is a group project. minimum of two people, maximum of four. if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t be afraid to ask. or do. get to work.”

peter sat in his own concern with a half-raised hand in the air. he put his hand down and frowned. to be clear, peter despised group work. he didn’t have many friends (besides ned and maybe betty), so finding people to work with was always a struggle. even if he was forcefully paired with someone, he ended up doing most of the work without being asked. he didn’t have the best communication skills and had much social anxiety. he was an anti-social nerd. he fulfilled the stereotype perfectly.

except for the part where he saves lives on the side now.

yeah, he’s still getting used to that.

but that’s spiderman, not peter parker. spiderman could probably do this assignment, no problem. but peter? he hated it. with that, he’s going to ask his teacher if he could do a solo project. without noticing, you and peter both approach her desk at the same time. she looks up from her stack of papers.

“well, this an interesting pair,” she states, resting her papers flat on the wooden table.

“i—”

“oh no, we’re not um—”

“we’re not together,” you both say at the same time. peter bites his lip to stop talking completely. he feels the heat of embarrassment bubble under his skin and rush to his face. you two have never stood so close together. peter’s heart was beginning to race and he tried his best to breathe without making it obvious that he was seriously freaking out.

“oh, okay then. so what are your questions?”

“well i—”

“i was wondering—”

you both tell each other you can go, which makes peter even more red. you chuckle an awkward laugh as you stuff your hands in your jean pockets.

“can i do the project alone? i think it’s better that way for me,” peter blurts out to his teacher, still flushed, but for a different reason now. it’s embarrassing that he is umcomfortable doing the project with his peers because he’s shy and awkward.

“but peter, it’s a group project. that’s a direction. i can’t change that for you because then—”

“you would have to change it for everyone else, right? well speaking of directions and partners, i don’t have either. so can you please explain the directions of the project? just real quick,” you interrupt the teacher while asking your question and with a smile that screams pretty please?. peter’s heart is about to burst like a firework.

“i have an idea. why don’t you two actually work together? peter will explain all of the directions to you and then you will have her as your partner. i think that would be good. for both of you,” the teacher smiles as she folds her hands over her stack, eyes switching from either student. “that’s a new rule. you two must work together.”

peter both nods forcefully, as you slouch and walk to your desk. peter grabs his stuff as he walks to the back of the class, following you. his breathing was unsteady and his heart was beating louder than full volume music at a house party.

do his powers intensify this stuff? he feels like his heart is a ticking grenade.

he remembers back to the hallway when ned was giving him an ultimatum. he really didn’t want to be a third wheel. and here you were, partnering with him for a stupid english project. now, all he has to do is talk to you.

if peter were meant to talk to you then it would just happen, right?

he recalled his earlier thoughts. he didn’t know whether this was a sign from heaven or hell. they both made him incredibly anxious.

“that was something,” you start as you sit next to peter, closer than when you were standing next to each other.

“yeah, she’s like that sometimes. um, so did you want me to tell you about the project?” peter stuttered, but at least he said words. and they were to you. he can’t get in his head now.

peter explained the project without too much stuttering or mumbling. your eyes were focused on his words (is what peter told himself and not his lips) the whole time and he didn’t even falter (that bad at least). once he was finished, he waited for you to admit your understanding or confusion.

“okay, i think i got it, but that was a lot. i’m more of a step-by-step person. can we do that?” you questioned, lifting your untied shoe on the chair to finally tie it.

“uh yeah, sure that’s fine. great. so i was thinking we can do the—”

“so what’s your story? like what’s your deal?” you interrupted, with your hand under your chin in interest. your eyes seemed to sparkle even under the shitty school ceiling lights.

“what do you mean?” peter was caught off-guard by your sudden question. he didn’t usually get personal questions from anyone besides ned unless they were somehow related to his smarts or school.

“you know, how are you here? shouldn’t you be at some superficial, pretentious, high tech college because you graduated early for being super smart?” you rant with an eye roll. peter blinks, shocked.

wait, you know him?

“well, i’m not that smart—”

“oh, don’t even. i’ve seen all the awards and grades to know you’re smart. you could probably graduate tomorrow if you asked,” you leaned back in your chair with your arms crossed and eyebrows raised. peter wanted to tell you that you were wrong, but if he were to take the GED test, he would pass it with flying colors. he’s thought about it.

wait, you KNOW him? he’s trying not to let his falter him.

“let’s just work on this,” peter shook his head and rubbed his face before grabbing a worksheet and working on the project. you got the memo, and started following along with peter. you asked questions that related solely to the project, trying not to get distracted.

while peter explained an analysis question, you analyzed him. you never really noticed peter before. yes, you knew about his success in school and what not, but you never really saw him. he seems like the biggest dork ever, but in the cutest way. his sweaters and khakis totally make sense for his character and personality.

“i hope you’re smiling because that means you understand…” peter tilts his head to the side, your eyes focusing back. you hadn’t even realized you were smiling.

“yes, totally get it,” you nod your head even though you have no idea what he said. a hint of a smile peeks on peters lips, and it’s so adorable it almost hurts. he goes on to answer the question and the next few, explaining each one and why that is. you weren’t really focusing and you were just begging for this class to end.

when the bell finally rings, you thank the heavens. you were a bit saddened to leave peter and his very squeezable face, but you’d probably forget about it later.

you tend to forget things pretty easily. kind of like how you forgot what time the bell rang for this class while you were… busy in the bathroom. everyone knows what you were doing in there and you couldn’t care less. so what if you got off with some bloke in the bathroom? it’s not breaking news!

peter packs up his papers and books, his heart ramming in his chest. he looks at his papers and notices his sloppy writing because he was so nervous around you. as he puts everything away and slots his backpack upon his shoulders, he catches your eye one last time.

“well it was great working with you, parker. you’re very wise, you know that?” you run your fingers through his lightly gelled hair and completely ruin it. peter was fine with that though. he blushed as he felt the pads of your fingers touch his scalp. you did it in a friendly way, like someone would do to a little kid.

did you think of him as a little kid?

maybe, but at least you thought of him.

you could think of him as a cold-blooded killer for all he cared. you were thinking of him. he was in your mind. peter practically jogged to his locker to meet ned. he still wasn’t sure about the whole cabin thing yet, but he was definitely going to tell ned about his new partnership in english.

“dude,” peter breathes out, now in post-shock. ned looks at peter concerned but intrigued. peter then remembers his fizzed hair and pats it down. “you won’t believe what just happened.”

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[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/4: Pumpkin

Pairing: Steddie

Word Count: 621

Additional tags: FLUFF, pumpkin carving, transfemme!Steve

Side note: was initially going to be t4t, but I didn’t end up getting around to Eddie’s characterization. I think it’s already too long as it is, lol. I don’t mind it if you think of him that way though.

Side note #2: new headcanon unlocked - Eddie is awesome at pumpkin carving artwork.

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“Is it ready yet?”

Stevie was almost bouncing in her chair. Her own pumpkin was finished - triangle cut out eyes and a big toothy smile - so now all that was left was Eddie’s. But the big jerk wouldn’t let her see. ‘Not until it’s done,’ he’d said.

Stevie Harrington wasn’t known for her patience.

“Almost,” Eddie said, not looking at her. He was surprisingly focused. For him, at least. His hair was tied back, though some thin wisps managed to settle against his forehead, and his tongue was pressed anxiously to the corner of his mouth. He wore a similar look when he was working hard on his campaigns. It seemed like an awful lot of concentration and trouble for a pumpkin carving, Stevie thought. But that only made her want to see even more.

“How much longer?”

Eddie sighed, more out of fondness than exasperation. “In a minute, baby.” He looked up and winked at her. “Can’t rush art.”

Right. Pumpkin art. She rolled her eyes a little. Never saw much need for any fanciness. Everybody loves the simple designs, right? Besides, there’s only so much a person can do with a pumpkin.

After a few moments, with one final flourish of the carving knife, Eddie turned to her, smiling.

“All done! Wanna see my masterpiece?”

She rolled her eyes again, but she was smiling too. “Damn right I do. Make some room.”

He scooted his chair out from the table a bit so she could plop down on his lap. Eddie coughed out a mild ‘gentle on the goods there, darlin’’ before wrapping his arms around her. She made herself quite comfortable before actually looking at the…

…pumpkin?

“Oh shit,” she breathed.

It was the moon. A carving of a full moon. With craters and everything, though they probably weren’t scientifically accurate if she’d had to guess. But damn, it looked good. The way he’d carved into the flesh of the pumpkin, not all the way through but thin enough for the light to pass through, was incredible. There were cut-outs along the side, a few in the moon shape itself. It took her a minute to realize they were bats. Just like one ones on Eddie’s arm.

“Like it? I was gonna try to do a howling werewolf or something. Felt too cliché.”

“It’s amazing, Eds.” She kissed his cheek, leaving a tiny smudge of her dark red lipstick. Neither moved to wipe it away. “Have you always carved pumpkins like this?”

He shrugged, and held her closer. “Not really. Got tired of the typical shit a few years ago, figured I could stand to get more creative.” At her withering look, he sputtered, “N-not that yours is uncreative or anything! I mean, that design is a classic for a reason, and-“

She silenced him with a kiss. Slow and deep, leaving his lips stained red. But before she could grab a tissue or a towel, he licked them clean. This earned him another fond eyeroll.

“How’s my lipstick taste?”

Another lick. He grinned. “Perfect. Just like my Stevie.”

“Dork,” she said, and settled further in his lap.

“You love me though.” He nuzzled at her neck, kissing a bit at the freckles and beauty marks there.

“Yeah, I do. God help me, but I do.”

Another time, he might have feigned offense. Maybe even whined about his cruel, cruel girlfriend, how could she say such mean things to him? But tonight? Tonight he just sighed, and squeezed her tight.

“Wanna help me set ‘em up outside?”

“In a minute,” her voice was muffled from where her face was pressed in his hair. “I’m comfy here.”

He chuckled, careful not to jostle her too much. “Dork.”

#October drabbles #pumpkin #Steddie #trans!steve harrington #pumpkin carving #the fluffiest fluff #these two are everything #❤️❤️❤️

[hockeylvr59]

Here With Me Part 16 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: Taylor shows off his romantic side by spoiling Kelsey for Valentine’s day and a very important person finds out about the relationship.  FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: cursing, references to sex, social drinking // Word Count: 4,329

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Fifteen

Valentine’s Day. There was no doubt that it was a cliche day but this was the first time Kelsey was experiencing it while in a relationship. Plus Taylor seemed really excited to plan something special so she was more than content to let him have free reign. 

Settling into her usual seat in medical ethics, Kelsey got herself situated for class wondering how close her boyfriend was going to cut it this morning. And just a few minutes before class was set to start he sauntered in, dropping his bag beside his usual chair before setting a coffee cup and small bag on her desk. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day Kels.” He murmured softly kissing her cheek. This was a surprise but a welcomed one and she smiled back at him, eyes soft.

“I know I already told you you don’t have to overdo Valentine’s Day but thank you.” She replied, sneaking a kiss to his jaw as well before motioning for him to sit. Though she definitely planned on drinking the iced coffee during class, the food would have to wait though it would be devoured on her way to her next class for sure. 

When they were finally dismissed by the professor, Kelsey moved to pack up her things, looking back at Taylor. 

“What time am I picking you up?” She asked just wanting to make sure that everything was set. 

“6:30.”

Nodding to herself, Kelsey bit her lip. She had been debating telling her uncle about them now knowing that things really were serious. She’d told her parents she had a boyfriend on Sunday and she’d already talked to her aunt about getting ready there tonight since all of her roommates would already be out and she’d need help with her dress. But before she did anything she wanted to make sure that Taylor was okay with it, or at least give him the chance to voice any objections. 

“I’m going to tell my uncle tonight.” She murmured as they walked out of the classroom side by side, Kelsey tossing her empty coffee cup but still holding onto the breakfast Taylor had brought her. 

Though his expression flickered with various feelings, Taylor was quiet for a moment before nodding. 

“Okay. I trust you.” 

Those four words created a warmth in Kelsey and she pressed up to kiss him softly. 

“I’ll see you tonight then.” 

****

It had been a bit of a mad dash after Kelsey’s classes to get home, eat a snack, grab everything she needed for the night and get to her aunt’s to start getting ready. 

Starting with her hair, Kelsey used a curling iron to put loose waves into it. As she was doing so her aunt came to lean against the door of the spare bedroom where Kelsey had set up shop. 

“So your mom called me yesterday asking if I knew anything about this boyfriend of yours.” 

Rolling her eyes slightly Kelsey just shrugged. 

“So who is he? What’s he like?” 

“I mean you already know what he’s like. You’ve met him.” Kelsey replied vaguely, working on another segment of hair. The perplexed look on her aunt’s face just made her smile. “Taylor.” 

It took a minute for her aunt to run through the list of Taylors she knew before her eyes went wide and excitement took over her face. 

“Makar?” She asked softly just to verify and when Kelsey nodded her aunt looked even more thrilled. “Oh Kels. He’s a good one.” 

“I know.” Kelsey grinned. “And before you ask, I’m telling Greg tonight.” 

“How long?” Her aunt inquired as Kelsey finished with her hair, shaking it out a bit to get loose waves before adding a light coat of hairspray. 

“Officially, right after new years.” 

“And unofficially?” Her aunt teased softly. 

“Uh we met in mid October.” Kelsey left it at that knowing that her aunt was probably going to draw the proper conclusions on her own regardless. 

“So he’s here to stay?” Her aunt asked.

“I sure hope so.” Kelsey admitted. “Getting harder to imagine life without him.” 

“Alright well I’ll let you get yourself all glammed up for him. I’ve got to go make dinner for the brood. Let me know when you need help with the dress.” 

Thanking her, Kelsey proceeded to do her makeup keeping it light but flirty. After checking that her nails looked nice enough, Kelsey moved to grab her aunt to zip up her dress. 

After fetching her, Kelsey retreated to the bedroom and worked her way into the dress so that by the time her aunt arrived all she had to do was manage the zipper. Dress on, Kelsey slipped into some ankle height boots before surveying herself in the mirror. 

“You look beautiful.” Her aunt declared. “Though you always look beautiful.” 

Smiling, Kelsey applied a little bit of fashion tape, just to keep everything where it should be before packing up her things and heading downstairs as her uncle’s voice boomed through the house. 

“Why is Kelsey’s car in the driveway?” 

“Well hello to you too.” Kelsey declared, moving through the kitchen just to grab a small glass of water. “I needed to borrow an extra set of hands to get ready for my date with Taylor.” 

There was a long pause before her uncle spoke. 

“You have a date with one of my players?” 

“That is typically what tends to happen, especially on Valentine’s day, when you’re in a relationship with someone, yes.” 

Sipping at the water while careful of her lipstick, Kelsey peeked over her shoulder not sure whether there would be smoke coming out of her uncle’s ears or if he was just dumbstruck. 

Mostly it was a look of gears turning and as she turned around his eyebrows raised. 

“And you’re wearing that…” 

“Yes I am. Not looking for style advice thanks. When you have more than one game tie, maybe I’ll consider it.” 

Gathering up her bag of spare clothes and supplies and moving to get her coat from where she’d draped it over the island Kelsey took a breath. 

“Now I gotta go get Taylor because he told me 6:30. Thanks again Aunt Dana.” Hugging her aunt, Kelsey pulled back with a soft smile before turning to her uncle and growing more serious. 

“And Greg…so help me if you treat Taylor any differently at the rink because we’re together. He’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I promised him it wouldn’t happen. I don’t intend to break my promise.” 

With her warning planted, Kelsey headed out into the cold February night to go get her boyfriend and see what kind of romance he had planned for her. 

As Kelsey left their house, Dana moved to pat her husband on the shoulder comfortingly as he processed what his niece had just told him. 

“How the hell? What is happening?” 

“Your niece is fucking your first line winger, how’s that feel?” 

The glare she received from her husband only made Dana laugh and he rubbed at his head. 

“Relax. At least she’s falling in love with him and not just fucking him.”��

“Not. Helping.” 

Patting his shoulder for another minute, Dana turned to check on dinner in the oven. 

“When I told him to work on his game, I didn’t mean that game.” Her husband mumbled.

The fact that he was already half cracking jokes suggested that he was slowly coming around to the idea and Dana smiled. 

“You know he’s a good kid. And he makes Kelsey really happy. So I think you’re gonna have to get used to it.” 

Greg hung his head a bit and groaned. 

“Oh god.” 

****

When she arrived at Taylor’s apartment, Kelsey texted him to come out because she was not bearing the cold any more than she had to in this dress. 

As he slid into the car he settled a small gift bag at his feet and passed a bouquet of flowers over to her. They weren’t anything crazy but they were pretty and it was absolutely the thought and effort that mattered most. 

“Thank you Tay. They’re beautiful. But can you hold them or put them in the back?” 

Though he complied, twisting to set them in the backseat, Kelsey heard him mumbling about he couldn’t wait until he could do the driving so he could do all of this right. 

When he resettled himself, Kelsey shifted in her seat, pulling him in for a soft kiss. It didn’t matter to her that she had to pick him up, it mattered to her that he wanted to take her on a romantic date and he looked so handsome in dress pants and a pinkish or purple button down, though it was hard to tell the exact color in the lighting under his coat. 

Finding out from Taylor where they were headed, Kelsey drove while catching Taylor up on telling her uncle and assuring him that he had seemed confused but not angry. They were once again heading to Northampton but that didn’t bother Kelsey. When she pulled into the lot of the local steakhouse her eyebrows raised a bit. It definitely wasn’t the cheapest date restaurant but she wasn’t going to question Taylor on it. 

Turning the car off, Kelsey let Taylor come around to get her door and leaned into him, hugging him as she climbed out. Opening the backdoor she grabbed the small box she had tied with a ribbon along with the attached card. Only then was she ready to head inside as she saw Taylor grabbing the gift bag. 

Tucked into his side, Kelsey walked with Taylor through the cold into the restaurant where he gave his name for the reservation. Immediately they were led back to a table and Kelsey smiled as Taylor pulled her chair out for her, reaching to help with her jacket. As he draped it over her chair and moved around her front, she watched as his jaw dropped. 

“Woah…Kels you look…wow.” Though he was mostly at a loss for words, the way he was looking at her told her everything and Kelsey grinned settling into her seat. 

“Thank you. That’s a really good color on you.” She replied, setting the box onto the corner of the table. 

It wasn’t long after they sat down that a waitress came over to take their drink order and provide them with menus for the evening. 

Ordering water and a glass of wine, Kelsey looked over at Taylor and nudged his legs under the table. 

“So how was your day?” She asked softly, listening as Taylor mentioned having a bit of a rougher practice and detailed his other classes after the one they share. In return, Kelsey talked about her classes, laughing to herself when he just gave her a look of all of ‘that is going way over my head’. 

With legs still in contact under the table, Kelsey looked at the menu trying to decide what she wanted while staying towards the middle of the price spectrum because prices were already relatively high. 

It made little sense to come to a nice steakhouse and not get steak but that was all definitely at the upper end of the menu. 

When the waitress came back with their drinks, she asked if they were ready or needed more time. Kelsey still hadn’t made up her mind but before she could open her mouth to express that Taylor was stating that they were ready before ordering them both the sirloin gorgonzola done medium. 

“Taylor…” Kelsey murmured once the waitress had stepped away. 

“Kels, don't deny that’s what you really wanted. You were price tag watching and it’s Valentine’s day, I didn’t bring you here for you to pick the cheapest thing on the menu. Just relax.” 

As always, his smile was disarming and Kelsey could only sigh. Nudging her leg slightly, Taylor moved to place the small gift bag in front of her. 

“Open it.” 

Near the top of the bag was a card and when Kelsey pulled it out of its envelope she could only smile. ‘We go together like a cupcake and sprinkles.’  Opening the card itself she giggled softly because yeah this card choice was so Taylor. ‘You’re sweet and I wanna be all over you.’ Underneath was Taylor’s writing saying ‘Happy Valentine’s Day Kels.’ 

Bright smile on her face, Kelsey continued to reach into the bag, next pulling out a bag of her favorite chocolate from the grocery store. It was a sweet touch that he remembered her favorite and didn’t just pick standard chocolates. 

Finally, Kelsey’s fingers touched fabric and pulling it out revealed a UMass hockey hat. Further examination revealed a small 18 along the side and Kelsey smiled because this was her first item proclaiming even subtly that Taylor was hers. 

“I love it. Thank you.” 

Taylor looked a little relieved that though it wasn’t much that his tokens were well received and Kelsey reached across the table to squeeze his hand affectionately. 

Passing the card and box across the table to him, Kelsey motioned for him to open his present as well. 

Kelsey hadn’t gone standard Hallmark card but had instead just used blank white card stock, drawing hearts all over it before leaving a sentimental note inside. 

 Waiting with bated breath while he read, Kelsey almost jumped when Taylor moved to stand and then reached out a hand to pull her from her chair as well. Hugging him tightly, Kelsey felt moisture against her head and rubbed his back. She certainly hadn’t intended on making him cry but once again he wasn’t a man that was afraid of emotions and evidently her heartfelt message had struck a chord. 

After a moment he pulled back and Kelsey reached up to wipe his tears away before pulling him down for a soft, sweet kiss. 

“Go open your present T.” She whispered, urging him to sit back down. 

Back in her own chair she sipped at her wine as she watched Taylor open the small box. 

Inside were two pocket squares, one navy with white polka dots, the other distressed maroon and on both Kelsey had embroidered a monogram of Taylor’s initials in two different styles. 

“Kels, did you make these?” Taylor asked softly as he looked them over, fingering the fabric softly. 

“Yeah, they aren’t hard to make and I had plenty of scrap fabric so it was the embroidery that took the most time.” 

“Kels these are awesome. Seriously. Thank you.” She hadn’t been sure how her gift would go over so she was relieved that Taylor seemed to genuinely love them. 

Gifts having been exchanged, Kelsey and Taylor continued to talk about everything and nothing until their meals arrived, the steak dominating two thirds of the plate.  It all looked and smelled delicious and Kelsey knew there was no way she was going to be able to finish all of this food. 

Conversation lulled while they were eating but it was a comfortable silence that filled the space, other diners chatting providing background noise. 

When Kelsey was unable to eat anymore she pushed her plate in slightly and took a few more sips to finish off her wine. 

“God that was good.” She murmured softly, watching as Taylor put away the rest of his steak into his stomach. 

When their waitress circled back around, Kelsey asked for a box for her leftovers and Taylor took the check, whipping out a card to pay without any hesitation. 

When she returned a final time, Kelsey asked if she could do them one more favor and take a picture of them. With their waitress agreeing, Kelsey pulled out her phone and pulled the camera up before handing it over and requesting Taylor stand up beside her for a minute. Checking to see that there was at least one cute one of the photos taken, Kelsey thanked her again and moved to box up her leftovers while Taylor finished up with signing the receipt. 

Once complete, Kelsey let Taylor help her into her jacket before gathering up her purse, gift, and leftovers to head back out to the car. There she let Taylor kiss her before she settled everything inside and slid behind the wheel cranking the heat. 

“Thanks for dinner Tay. That was so good.” She declared looking over at him. 

“Glad you enjoyed it.” He replied, lacing his fingers with hers after buckling his seatbelt. Just basking in the moment for a bit, Kelsey took it all in. Sighing softly she finally spoke. “I guess we should head back to Amherst. We both have busy days tomorrow.” 

“That is true.” Taylor agreed, squeezing her hand before releasing it to let her get them safely on the road home. 

As she drove, Kelsey focused on the music playing but also the weight of Taylor’s hand against her thigh. It was warm and comforting and she couldn’t help but smile. 

“Are you okay if I post that picture on insta?” She asked softly. They weren’t hiding things but she knew that he didn’t have the biggest social media presence all the same. 

“‘Course Kels, you can share whatever you want to.” 

Nodding, Kelsey just continued to drive until she reached the parking lot for his apartment. Holding onto his hand, Kelsey twisted in her seat and motioned for him to lean in for a kiss. It was a weeknight so she wasn’t going to go up to his room but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t make out a little before he headed inside. 

As they kissed, slowly Taylor’s hand slid further up Kelsey’s thigh and she just sighed into his mouth enjoying this stolen intimacy. 

“Selfie for the road?” Taylor questioned, his voice soft as always but filled with the undertones of lust. His question caused Kelsey to nod because yeah she’d like that. The more memories with him she could capture the better. 

Letting him take it with her phone, Kelsey smiled for the camera before turning to steal one more soft kiss. 

“If you’re still at the rink when my girls have their practice I’ll see you tomorrow, if not then I’ll see you in class Thursday morning.” 

“Yeah for sure. Night Kels. Let me know when you’re home safe.” 

“Before you go can you do me a favor?” Kelsey questioned turning a bit so her back was toward him. “Can you tug my zipper down so I can get this dress off when I get home?” 

After Taylor’s deft fingers slid under her jacket to partway unzip her dress, he kissed her head and climbed out of her car grabbing his gift box and card. Kelsey watched until he was safely inside before backing out of her spot and proceeding on to her apartment where she gathered all of her things up before heading inside. 

Texting Taylor that she was home, Kelsey hung her coat up and moved to her room to strip and throw on pjs before returning to the kitchen. There she put the leftover container in the fridge and then grabbed a vase for the flowers, getting them all trimmed and settled so she could take them into her room. 

Before she could go to bed she still had to wash her face and brush her teeth but first Kelsey settled onto her bed, scrolling through the photos from tonight. There were a couple semi candid from the restaurant as they were getting ready that were hit or miss but the posed one was really cute. Taylor had gotten a cute one of them in her car and oh he’d taken one of their final kiss of the night as well. Seeing it made the butterflies swarm in her stomach and she grinned to herself. 

Opening instagram, Kelsey made a collaged story with the posed picture from the restaurant and the kiss in the car. Tagging Taylor she added “Our First Valentine’s” and posted it to her story before getting up to go about the rest of her nightly routine. 

In his room, Taylor was texting his parents after touching base with his roommates about how Kels had told their coach about them and how his date had gone with her. Taking a picture of the pocket squares he sent them off to his parents. 

Taylor: Kels made these for me for Valentine’s day. 

As he waited for their response the instagram notification of being tagged in Kelsey’s story came through and he opened smiling seeing that she had used the one of them kissing softly. Screenshotting her story, Taylor sent it off in his text thread to his parents as well, knowing that they’d want to see the photos from tonight too. 

Within a minute or two a text from his cousin was coming in, making Taylor chuckle. 

Mark: Dude your gf is posting about you on her stories. 

Taylor: I know. I told her she could. 

Mark: Aren’t you worried someone will see and tell Carvy? 

Taylor: Considering Kels already told him nah. 

Mark: Wait what. She told your coach? 

Taylor: Yeah before picking me up for dinner tonight. So hopefully I’m not dead at practice tomorrow. She said he just seemed confused though. 

Mark: Welp. Good luck dude. 

Mark: Guess death might be worth it though with her looking like that. 

Taylor: She looked incredible. 

***

Gary: Well don’t you two look cute. And those are some snazzy pocket squares. 

Laura: Beautiful. Get me the original of the bottom one please.  I hope you know that those must have taken her at least ten hours to make Taylor. That’s a labor of love right there. 

Taylor would ask Kelsey to air drop him the originals in class on Thursday and hearing just how much time she put into his present made him feel like he had gotten even more outclassed by her in regards to Valentine’s day than he already did. 

****

Bobby T: First Valentine’s day with Kelsey…nice to see you guys are official now, you guys look good together and are good for each other. Just don’t hurt her, she’s been through enough. 

Taylor had known that Bobby knew Kelsey since before Christmas but he still didn’t know how they knew each other or to what extent. There was still something that it seemed like Bobby knew that he didn’t and Taylor tried not to let that make him feel uneasy. If it was something worth sharing, Kels would tell him eventually right? He didn’t need to know all the details of any past relationships if she didn’t think they were worth sharing. 

*****

After finishing getting ready for bed, Kelsey crawled under her sheets and reached for her phone again. Before checking her instagram notifications, Kelsey texted just the photo from the restaurant to her aunt thanking her again for her help. 

Dana: My pleasure Kels. You guys are adorable. 

***

Her instagram dms were full of her female friends squealing now that the guy she was so into was finally revealed. Shooting back replies she couldn’t help but smile because she really was so lucky to find someone like Taylor. Among the squeals was a dm from umass’s walk on goalie Henry and curious what his said, Kelsey opened it next.  

Hfg_30: Since when are you and tmak a thing?!

Laughing to herself, Kelsey ignored it not really wanting to get into that with Taylor’s teammates. 

As she was scrolling back through her chats with friends an older dm thread popped its way up to the top. 

Bobby Trivigno: T’s girl now huh? Things going well with the gentle giant? 

It had been ages since she’d actually talked to Bobby but once upon a time they’d actually been really close. 

Kelsey: Yeah things are good. Taylor is special. I told Greg tonight. 

Bobby: while wearing that dress? Oh man I would have paid to see that. Coach is gonna have nightmares tonight. 

Kelsey: He can get over it. Not like I’m asking his permission or need his blessing. 

Bobby: That’s cause you’re stubborn. You and T both are. 

Bobby: He’s good to you? Respects your boundaries? 

Kelsey: Knowing him, did you have any doubt he would? I’ve heard zero complaints from him about my being a stickler for protection. 

Bobby: Nah T is a good guy. But glad to hear it. How long have you two been official? 

Kelsey: Six weeks tomorrow. Feels longer though. 

Bobby: And you told Coach so it must be serious. 

Kelsey: I don’t know what the future holds but I can’t picture one where I don’t want him by my side. 

Bobby: Have you told him yet? About…you know? 

Kelsey: No. 

Bobby: Kelsey you need to tell him. This isn’t a secret you can keep if you want forever with him. 

Kelsey: I can’t. You don’t understand. He had a literal panic attack when he found one of my monthly negative pregnancy tests. I can’t even imagine how he’d take that. 

Bobby: You still have to tell him Kels. Wait until the season is over but before he leaves for the summer you have to tell him. 

Bobby: He might be more supportive than you give him credit for. 

Kelsey: Thanks for the unsolicited advice but please stay out of it Bobby. 

Tossing her phone aside, Kelsey let out a shaky breath. Things were good. The last thing she wanted was to ruin it all.

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FIC WRITER INTERVIEW

Tagged by the talented @ms-moonlight-inn​ to answer a few questions P.S, I’m sorry it took me so long to reply to this, October has been a hectic month for me but I’m excited to answer. 

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35 - wow, really? 👀

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

537,565

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Saving Grace (It means the world to me how much you all love this fic, but yes, it is still hidden. I’m hoping I can share why very, very soon)

His Name was, Slave

South Side Forever

Sex Tape

The Ian to Mickey’s Cal (This is a collaboration piece)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Hell Yes! Every single one. And I try not to let them sit there any longer than 48hrs.  Comments mean the world to me. I love reading my reader's reactions, their thoughts, their predictions. I want to thank them not only for taking the time in reading and leaving a comment but I also want to let them know that I feel the way they feel and try and hint at anything that I can for what’s to come. 

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Two Kisses - I am known for a guaranteed happy ending, but this was something else. Emotions took over my body when I wrote this and I ALMOST didn’t post it, but my readers voted yes to me posting, however, I don’t think they were prepared when I said it was angst heavy. It’s one of my lowest kudos fic and I’m not surprised. It’s so sad. 

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All of them. Even if the whole story is full of pain and suffering, it will end with a happily ever after. I feel like canon put Gallavich through enough pain that I don’t need to add to it via fics. 

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Once. The Ian to Mickey’s Cal explored gamer Mickey meeting Ian Gallagher, the model behind Cal Kestis from his favourite Star Wars game. It’s probably the only crossover I’ll write and honestly, it was purply because Ian and Cal are both played by Cameron, the opportunity was too great to pass up. 

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yep. And as much as it can suck, it’s kind of a compliment. Fan Fiction is designed to make sure no one reads anything they don’t want to, hello tags/author’s notes. However, I’ll still get a reader that will go forth and read something that they don’t like or that makes them uncomfortable and then write an essay about how terrible it is that I wrote such a fic. It’s my job as an author to push my own limits, see what I can write, and what I can explore. If I try something new, will it get the same love and appreciation as what I’ve written ten times before? I want to know if it’s my writing people enjoy or my genre. Do they read my work because they know what to expect or because I might push some boundaries? I still have my own limits, subjects I won't touch, but still, I’ve received hate, some valid, some just petty. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do I write smut, please, is the grass green and the sky blue? 😏😈 And the only smut I write is Gallavich because that’s the only ship I write. 

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not. Thanks for putting that thought into my head. 

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. I’ve been honoured to have 3 or 4 of my pieces translated into Russian. 

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have. My first experience was with @camnoelgallavich and we wrote The Ian to Mickey’s Cal together.  I am currently co-writing with another wonderful author within this fandom, more to come soon but I know you’re all going to love it. 👀😉🙊

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

No ship has ever hit me as hard or stuck with me for as long as Gallavich has. If you want to know who else, we may be here for a while, I mean, how far back are we talking here?😅😜

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Hmmm, WIP's none. But I have series that I want to add to. I make sure to end each update in a place that could feel as though it’s complete but I have plans to add to them, it’s just other ideas hit me and I want to explore those also.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told in my comments that I write as though my readers are watching a movie. I like that thought. Whether it’s the detailing or the way I lay out the scenes, it’s enough to give my readers a visual to get lost in the world I’m creating. 

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel as though I need to write every moment in-between A-Z. If I want to get my characters somewhere I forget that I can jump forward a little or move to a new scene without explaining everything that happened prior. 

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Tried it once for a sentence or two, but I know when I read it in fics and I have to google it or read the end notes to know what it says which therefore involves scrolling up and down, it personally makes me feel disconnected from the story.🙈 

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Gallavich

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Honestly, if I haven’t written for them yet, it means the bond isn’t strong enough that I want to try and write for them. 🤷🏻‍♀️

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Besides Saving Grace, I’d say Hope.  That story, which can be read alone or within the series has such a special place in my heart. It was written before s11, kind of my own version of what I hoped the final season would be like because I just wanted to see Ian and Mickey happily married, exploring the world of trying to become parents. It’s wholesome without losing the essence of Ian and Mickey. I had a lot of fun fixing what the show screwed up within that story/series too because we all know those writers made a lot of mistakes, but that’s a whole other story. 

Thank you for reading, hope you like my answers. I’m not sure who hasn’t been tagged so I apologise if I tag you and you’ve already done it. @filorux @takeyourpillsbitchh @camnoelgallavich @shannee10

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#and new yorkers wouldn’t understand the vibes of 6am down at the hyvee but we don’t talk about that cuz it’s dumb. let ppl enjoy things

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i mean yeah i know that the reason i’m so drawn in by the maelstrom that is K/S is because their canon story of mutual respect and discovery of both the universe and each other and what both of those things mean to them inside the context of their relationship shows me that yes, indeed there is such a thing as soulmates and yes i know that the presence of such in the world tells me that endings don’t really mean much when you love someone so deeply and on every level able to be conceived of because in the face of such devotion what is death or the nothingness of space, what does the cold mean when you harbor such warmth in your heart

but other than that, can’t imagine why it compels me

179 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

cold mornings

Yeah, it's just fluffy dadmight 😁

Toshinori used to like cold mornings, the brisk air of autumn and winter waking him better than any caffeinated beverage could do. He recalls with fondness frosted dawns and long runs in his youth. He enjoyed pushing his body to its limits in more ways than one, Japanese winters bringing thick snows and cold temperatures, yet still Toshinori would persist.

It has been a long time now since he could say the same of his current self. No, now the cold sends him cowering indoors and under piles of blankets. His priorities have become warm mugs of tea to soothe aching joints and thick socks to keep his feet serviceable with poor circulation.

And yet, he finds himself on this bench at 6 a.m. every weekday morning, watching his boy round a patch of grass encircled by a concrete track.

“One more lap, Izuku!” he yells, hands cupped around his mouth. He has to lower the scarf he keeps wrapped up to his nose to be heard, hands encased in thick mittens as frail snowflakes fall from a clear, blue, winter sky. They accumulate like glitter on the grass, the sun shining like miniature prisms until the accumulation of them is nearly blinding Toshinori. The air is bitingly cold, but still he sits and waits, a thermos full of coffee sitting beside him in wait, too. Izuku waves tiredly, letting Toshinori know he has been heard.

Toshinori smiles.

Shivers are creeping up his spine by the time his boy is done. Izuku drags himself back to the bench with only the very last dredges of his energy, until he finally sits bonelessly at Toshinori’s side, steam wafting off of him in waves. Toshinori is proud of him for sticking to his routine even in the bitter chill and he holds out his hands in wait when Izuku is finally able to lift up his head enough to look over at him.

“Come here.”

Izuku, with limp muscles, lifts his hands up to greet Toshinori’s, and in practiced movements, the man removes two sets of gloves and grasps Izuku’s bare hands. Toshinori’s fingers are warm from the thick fabric and Izuku’s are frigid, kept warm by only exercise and the way he clenches them into fists when he runs.

Toshinori cups Izuku’s cold fingertips between his heated palms and rubs back and forth, blowing warm air onto them in turns. By the way Izuku’s shoulders slump by degrees, Toshinori knows he was right in assuming how the cold will have made old injuries ache. He understands, after all. After he is finished he gives the boy his thicker pair of mittens. Izuku does not protest; they’ve done this enough times, after all.

“Coffee?” Toshinori asks, already pouring the boy a cup from the steaming thermos, the smell of roasted beans wafting into his nose even through the scarf.

Izuku hums. Toshinori has to bite down the urge to laugh at just how little Izuku talks when he’s this tired; this is the only time the boy isn’t talking his ear off about one thing or another. Not that he minds, of course. What was it about variety being the spice of life?

Glitter falls from the sky and they both sit back against the bench, morning cold enveloping them in its embrace, and Toshinori wonders at it all.

No, Toshinori does not like the cold, but he loves his boy, and mornings spent like this make up for any discomfort he could possibly be feeling. After all, he made Izuku a promise to watch over him and raise him, and he can deal with a few low temperatures to do so.

“Thanks, All Might,” Izuku says hoarsely. His face is tilted up towards the sun, soaking in every ray of heat he can possibly find. His breathing has evened. Toshinori eyes the circle of sweat that rounds the neck of his sweatshirt, knowing they should go inside soon so Izuku doesn’t catch a chill.

He smiles. They can wait for a few more minutes.

Toshinori tilts his head up to match, closing his eyes, and together they enjoy what a cold morning can bring.

226 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#3

obsessed with the cosmic joke that Spock’s lifemate would be Kirk.

my mans spends his entire life trying not to be human, to keep a very prominent space between his Vulcan heritage and the lesser half of himself

only to be thrust under James T. Kirks’s manic, oftentimes mildly suicidal, gut-following command. his ancestors are laughing.

because goddammit he likes it.

280 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

I can’t live peacefully in a world where Jim and Spock don’t grow old together, into forever at each other’s sides, always getting into trouble until one of them finally admits (it’s Spock, on Jim’s disgruntled behalf) that, “Perhaps they should slow down a fraction in their later years”.

Only for their post-space-faring days to be spent torturing the next generation of Starfleet that can’t parse a Vulcan’s dry sense of humor and therefore they think Spock hates them all, until Jim comes in to play ‘good cop’ and pats him on the shoulder as they then speak about the glory days to anyone that will listen.

They’ll be old professors and Spock will enjoy every moment he can sit still and sink into his research while Jim terrorizes whatever starbase they’re on with his younger-than-his-years antics.

They will fall asleep in each other’s arms and always make sure to catch at least one meal a day together no matter how busy they get.

They do not separate. This does not end. And fairytales can happen, for two lovers, brothers, friends.

447 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I’m being so normal about the idea of Spock learning to physically care for humans through his relationship with Jim. So normal about him diving into his memories for how his mother used to give him creature comforts that he slowly learned to bat away as his more Vulcan traits were desired and how he comes to a new appreciation for the small things like a touch to the arm or a mug of tea of an evening.

No matter that the temperature controls are always set where they should be, Jim likes a blanket over his shoulders as they sit and play chess or chat and Spock takes care of this. It doesn’t matter that Jim’s clothes are always neat and pristine, before they enter the bridge he would always check himself over, dusting off his shoulders in habit; Spock does this now, with a nod to answer Jim’s appreciative smile.

I’m so normal about Spock learning to appreciate the small courtesies and going out of his way for someone else, an illogical thing to do, really. Jim is a grown man who can take care of himself.

All the same, Spock does it. And he finds it isn’t so illogical after all when Jim looks at him like that.

600 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #the fact that 4/5 of my top posts were done in November says some beautiful things about the trek fandom. y’all are so welcoming and cool. #honestly that’s a lot of original posts? Damn #I’m not sure the blogs i reblogged most is accurate but hey—oh well

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January 20, 2023

unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer unofficial offer

Literally I don’t-- You know the school [Choice G] with the lady who I know who told me during the “intro interview” (my very first one back in october or something) that they could get back to me with an offer as soon as January and you know how I was waiting to see if they would send an offer before I submitted my last app and you know how so far this month I’ve received information about at least one of my schools each week?

Well.

That lady at that school emailed me today out of the blue and was like “heyyy this isn’t an official offer, but I just wanted to let you know you will almost definitely be receiving an offer of admission from our department and also like we’re recommending you for some big time cash money fellowships... so keep an eye on your inbox ;)” LIKE HELLO????

Y’ALL I THINK I MIGHT BE BOUTTA RECEIVE ADMISSION TO A PHD PROGRAM

I mean sure sure sure the email is obviously not official... but my girl was on the admission committee like,,,, she knows.  I’M IN.  AND IT’S SUCH A SOLID PROGRAM AND UNPROBLEMATIC AND UGH AGH.  not that it’s a perfect program (by my standards, none of them truly are (but some come closer than others)) but it’s pretty dang good and the location is alright AND JUST AHHHHH

I’VE HEARD FROM FOUR OF SEVEN PROGRAMS (my dad thinks I should withdraw from my ““safety”” [Choice A] since there’s almost no way I’d attend after receiving an admission to any of my other selections but idk... (the first thing my mom said when I told her the news was “wish you had saved your seventy-five bucks now, huh?” (she was right but I’d never admit that))) THAT’S SUCH A SOLID RECORD

ANYWAY TODAY I’M THANKFUL FOR MAGIRL GIVIN ME INSIDER INFORMATION LIKE IM SO ELATED

And also it’s going to chill me out so so so much more going into these interviews.

Brb gonna binge vlogs from the school

Oh wait also thankful that I’m not going to have to decide between a school I actively dislike and taking a gap year bc the thought of that decision was stressin me out (now the thought of possibly having to decide between programs is the new stressor, but it’s for sure the preferred stressor of the two options).

[edit: side note, my dnd-friend has just received a full time job offer???  She’s the first of our friend group to have that step within view... she’s finishing up her degree in something she really enjoys and then is gonna start making big girl money and I’m literally so happy for her omg.  My dancer-friend is applying to MA programs and there’s a small chance we could be accepted to schools in the same city.  We’re movin on up.]

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I posted 5,185 times in 2022

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Longest Tag: 133 characters

#thank you for saying this and your sweet comments on that one post because i really needed to hear this and so many others do as well

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Another of my beginner art pieces. Sorry if you're from my other fandom with Sun and Moon. My mutual told me that I should post more art so yeah. Anyways, imma bury this in reblogs

36 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#4

Here's a slightly old piece of art that I finished. I must say, I hate his pants. Why stripes? They're so hard to draw 😭 I'm sure I'll get less wobbly someday...

37 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#3

Posting this before I go to bed because I'm a coward.

67 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#2

I don't know if people really understand the effect simple things have on others. As a fanfiction author, yes I write my weird little stories for myself, but once you get a comment or a kudos or a vote or whatever it may be, everything sort of shifts.

It gains a sense of responsibility yes, but it also gains a new excitement. For example, we've all been that little kid scribbling away with a crayon. We're going to do other similar crayon drawings, but nothing feels as good as showing that little picture to your parent, guardian, or whoever else. I and the other authors/artists are that little kid with the crayon drawing.

If you leave a comment, I will always remember that. Even if it's just 'good chapter.' or 'im about to commit murder 😃🔪' or '❤️❤️❤️'. Authors and artists remember these things!! If you are one of the people who leave essay comments, I have to sit down and take a minute to calm down enough to have a coherent reply. You dear friend, are wonderful.

If you keep coming back or leave multiple comments, I REMEMBER YOU!! I may even consider you a fandom friend or in Tumblr language, a mutual! I see you!!!!!

If you make art, or a story of your own, or make a translation,,,,,, I would die for you. I save the art. I look at it. I downloaded it to my camera roll and favorite it. I read your fic. I comment on it as well. I recommend your translation in the authors note because that may be more convenient for people to read.

I try to express just how much it means to me that you did any of the above things especially the things in the last paragraph. The words don't word. I end up going, "I absolutely love it!!!!!!!!" And "jteaykrsktrsotaptd" and it doesn't work. Well, not entirely. That may send the message across mostly. You see that on your side of the screen and on my side, you would see me pacing, talking to myself about how wow that is amazing and so sweet and oh my heck I would die for you, and doing a weird jazz hands thing and putting my hand over my heart, and sitting down because I need a minute-, and I never forget.

It makes me want to do so much more. It makes me love my weird little creation that much more and grants motivation. I ALWAYS remember. And I think about it all the time. And when I post more I think, 'oh, I hope this meets their expectations and I hope they like it!!' And 'wow I'm getting better at this, I wonder if they noticed?' And 'wow I love and appreciate you so much!'

Even if it's a little thing, it means the world to us little crayon drawing people.

71 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

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Hello Sun and Moon artists! I would like to inform you of 2 accounts on Pinterest who are reposting your art without credit! One is OoO and the other is ☆•🍮 Minko 24 🏳️‍⚧️•☆

OoO: https://www.pinterest.com/NoicesOfChaos/

☆●🍮 Minko 24 🏳️‍⚧️●☆: https://www.pinterest.com/phrnphsbutrach/

Some of these artists who have been stolen from are:

@shandzii @oobbbear @pillowspace @miwachan2 @bamsara @lovelymoonmagic @bluwithoutane @fluffffpillow and there are many others! I would tag more but there's a lot and I can't remember it all from the top of my head

Sorry about that everyone, the accounts are now linked.

378 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

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[incarnateirony]

Okay so, you guys know I went from some pretty recent highs to a series of unfortunate lows as disability onset. But as I see the finish line clear as day, and things actually getting REAL GOOD HERE SOON, I really got no choice to ride it instead of stress--and I've been laughing.

So enjoy the story of:

"Man, you guys think autistic executive function is bad? Let's try Autistic Executive Function With Effectual Narcoleptic Disorder.", which I'm actually now laughing at myself the last few months.

Because god DAMN is it debilitating to pass out all the time.

So anyway, some months back, monnnnths back I got REAL sick. It used up most of my PTO. Afterward, I started passing out, which they wanted separate notes for, for any kind of leave. But I have my funky medical history and my clinic was backed up and by the time I got in, it was too late basically. I mean doc has on file I'm basically screwed, so there was that. Weird silver lining but okay.

My bosses were great, apologized, said if I ever felt I could do the old 9-5 style again they'd take me back in a heartbeat rehire policy be damned, but that was a pretty big limiter. And like that, poof--my insurance, including my disability insurance I was trying to file for at the same time which would pay me about 1200/mo forever even BEFORE federal SS--boom, gone.

So at this point, you're probably like, wow, I'd be panicking. But really I was too tired from falling asleep over and over through the day to care? I was like. well i have some savings and I can pull my peasly lil one year 401k i'm good.

So at this point it's like early november. You know you're an industrious person and can make this work. You got time, and a variety of side income options. And. You fall asleep. And--you know you're an industrious person and-- you fall asleep.

Yo okay this rebooting shit is getting wild. Is today tomorrow new zealand? Wait, what day is it. Oh shit how did I lose a week?

So around then it's like. Mid November suddenly. You're not sure when that happened somewhere in the last 100 times you passed out but it sure the fuck did. In that time you've been getting up to do various processes that need done. Like dishes. Or trash. Or posting online. Or stuff. But there was zero concept of time much less ability to prioritize by it. THINGS WERE ACCOMPLISHED SUCCESSFULLY, BUT NOT NECESSARILY AS NEEDED.

So in this time you're like, trying to fill out paperwork and shit, like disability and all that good stuff. Only this also falls in the various miscellaneous life tasks pile, complete with passing out a few times at processes like 'get a copy of id' or whatever. So somehow this only gets in at like. End of month. But now it's holidays anyway so god knows ain't nobody opening it until today when I'm making this post, if I'm lucky.

So. Like. Somehow you just had to pay out not just October and November, but December from those spare funds and you realized, wait. When's the last time I paid my FUCKING utilities. FUCK. FUCK I DIDN'T PUT THAT ON MY LIST.

Even while I was working, I realized my passing out schedule; what I didn't think about was why it was a passing out schedule. I spent months, these many months, fighting it. Like, maybe if I try this diet thing or cutting coffee or doing whatever, I can do... something. It has to be something I can adjust. But no.

And some point around early december I got an insomnia bit, it shifted my schedule half a day, and I slept through what I can only call peak passout period. And yeah I woke up groggy like mornings and took a while to get moving but... I really only passed out like once in a few weeks, and that was while figuring out this could, in fact, be a schedule.

But you know. That's in a few weeks. So basically, Merry Christmas, go you, you figured out How To Fucking Function Again.

So this last week has been primarily that, and I've even scouted out a WFH job that might suit even these limitations, though still letting other things pend. I got stressed from the roomies being late on shit and went full middle class suburban housewife in panic for a second there. And yeah I'm in the red bad this month, but I can just post another garage sale in the basement if I really gotta push just enough to hop ahead.

For what it's worth, the doctor literally put on file that he can't figure out what's causing it, just that it's clearly debilitating. But my health is so complicated the simplest thing demands minimum 12 blood panels because, for most people, it's usually X thing, but for me, it could be 100 things, something he's literally said. He has to treat me like an episode of House whenever I come in, only instead of being an asshole, he's quirky and gay.

not all doctors get a zebra in their lifetime, but the ones that recognize they ARE there instead of regular ol horses tend to end up REAL keen docs.

But that said, that IS why I pushed my patreon and stuff a bit this month, to help bridge the gap if you will, but I brought myself down like. Nono, LET them bring this to court, this will go so bad for them. I show up with my 1700 receipts from THEIR negligence they've been dodging and they come at me over being a few weeks late once like their weird autotrigger threat emails. Nawwww. open that can, assholes. So I'm good. Got what I need for the second, and know over the next week I got enough liquid cash coming in to do whatever it is i need to do.

So now that I'm sitting here realizing I'm 100x better than good just Not Right This Second, but finally in relative mastery of my schedule as long as I stop trying to conform, I can't help but look back at the lunacy of the last 3 months.

Like sure, in life I was always more nightowl aligned. But I could snap into Adult(TM) schedule. With the random passouts, I couldn't. I literally couldn't. And for some reason the heat of them came pretty much during normal 9-5 work hours. Then, duh, I decide to sleep through the worst period of my flares after a few months instead of Trying To Make It Work, and omg, I'm mostly functional.

Who woulda thunk if I didn't spend all my spoons fighting my body just to fit Normie Shit, I'd be able to hold coherent days.

That's where I've been since the holidays roughly, though the last week is realizing I HAVE finally found a tempo that works for more than a few days, this is NOT a temporary resolution. Now it's just working in those constraints.

But what a wild timeless dream ride like October through December were, jesus christ. Goddamn groundhog day. I feel you, Sam, I feel you buddy.

For what it's worth, finding that schedule has you know, given time meaning, instead of floating through Just Being In The Cosmos But Somehow Paying Rent In It or whatever that was for a season there. Jesus christ.

Literally none of it was lack of effort. The effort was there, it was just in a million tasks I could never finish before passing out again. Or at least not in the necessary order. WILD shit to experience.

#not spn #me

[tnc-n3cl]

Fanfic asks for the new year!

Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?No. I don't really worry about word-counts. Although, setting a goal might help motivate me some...

Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Given that I'm going to be playing a bunch of Final Fantasy until say late March into April, it is entirely likely that I'm going to end up writing that "Untitled Final Fantasy Fic Idea" at some point.

Honestly, I'm kinda surprised my binge watching of the Castlevania anime back in October didn't make me full on spiral into it. I had/have ideas but they kinda just petered out after a month or two.

Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I'm torn between The Tale of the Realm Walker and Shifting Tides of Fate. However, given that I started TTotRW and never finished it a couple years ago now, I think I'm going to try to focus more on that one. (Really I just need to write the final chapter then do some heavy editing to get it in line with my current plans.)I'll post a snippet of The Tale of the Realm Walker below the cut. This is a story set 20 years after the events of Wind Waker and focuses heavily on the Rito and Twili (through Ildia, daughter of the Hero of Twilight (aka Link) and Midna).

[I'm skipping the very long description of Rinal, the primary Rito character, but he looks a lot like Revali, but with sapphire blue eyes, rust-colored feathers, a single braided ponytail with blue ribbons and yellow beads, and he uses a spear. Possibly a bit taller too... Clothes are like WW-Rito clothes but with leather breastplates. I'm hybridizing the BotW and WW Rito styles, so BotW but their arms transform into wings and vice versa. His wingmen are standard russet plumed Rito but with red eyes like in WW.] [Side note: Kass is the narrator. Originally the story bounced between past and present as Revali's mother read it to him when he was ten. Those Revali focused segments will end up in The Long Nightmare and possibly in The Azure Phoenix.]

As Rinal and his wingmen were flying high above the island, they saw a mysterious woman with a strange, skirisha (ski-ri-sha), or ultraviolet, aura around her body standing near the sign warning people to be careful around the bomb fruits.  The docks that had been built nearby were empty however and there were no ships in sight for miles. 

“Stay right there!” Rinal yelled to the woman before his group swooped down.   

Rinal and his wingmen landed around her in a triangular formation, with Rinal in front of her and his wingmen behind her.  They changed their wings back into arms and Rinal’s two wingmen drew their Heron Spears and pointed them at her as he walked up to talk to her. 

“How did you get here?” he asked her, “Where’s your ship?” 

The mysterious woman replied, “My ship was lost in a storm and I washed up here.  My name is Ildia.” 

He didn’t buy her story at all, for there hadn’t been any storms nearby for days! 

“What are you?” Rinal asked. 

She replied inquisitively,

“What do you mean?  I’m just a simple Hylian traveler.”

Rinal knew better, not only was there a skirisha aura around her, but there were skirisha lines running across her clothes, as if they were under her clothes.  Her outward appearance was some kind of illusion created by magic! 

Rinal drew his spear and pointed it at the woman as he told her, “There are few humans left on the islands, and they don’t glow skirisha.  What are you and why are you here?” 

The woman cocked her head to the side in confusion as she knew nothing of our language.  In fact, she seemed very surprised to see Rinal and his group, as if she had never seen or even heard of a Rito before. 

“Skirisha?” she asked. 

Rinal was surprised she was able to pronounce it right after hearing the word only once as he replied, “It doesn’t have a translation in the human tongue.  It’s a shade of blue you mammals can’t see from what I understand.” 

The woman’s eyes lit up as she realized what he was talking about, then she replied, “Oh!  You’re talking about ultraviolet light.” 

Then the woman waved her hand in front of her face and the aura disappeared. Now Rinal could see her true form!  

She looked like a Hylian, but her skin was a strange blue-gray tone and her hair was an unearthly shade of orange.  The whites of her eyes had a hint of yellow and her irises were mismatched, the left one was light blue while the right one was dark red. She was wearing full plate mail armor black as night with glowing light blue lines running across it and a red cape attached to her back, in addition she had a pair of swords at her waist, one on each hip. 

While the guard and handle looked mostly identical, the pommels were different, one was solid and looked not unlike the one on the legendary blade of evil’s bane.  The other one however, had a clear, blue spherical gem being held in place by four horn like protrusions.

“I mean you no harm, whoever or whatever you are,” the woman said as she put her hands above her head. 

Rinal cocked his head to the left and said, “My name is Rinal.  I am a Rito and as a Warrior it is my duty to protect my people.”

The woman replied, “Well, Rinal, just point me in the direction of Hyrule and I’ll be out of your feathers.” 

This confused him, everyone on the Great Sea knew that Hyrule was lost forever beneath the waves. 

He responded, “You’re standing on what’s left of Hyrule.” 

The woman’s eyes widened and she responded with her voice full of genuine confusion and concern, “What?” 

Rinal glared at her for a moment before he asked, “You really don’t know do you?”

#answered asks #fanfic

[echoofheartbeats]

I posted 31 times in 2022

That's 6 more posts than 2021!

3 posts created (10%)

28 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 28 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#everything everywhere all at once - 8 posts

#euphoria - 4 posts

#cries in euphoria - 3 posts

#fleabag - 2 posts

#taylor swift - 2 posts

#midnights - 2 posts

#a beautifully foolish endeavor - 2 posts

#my post - 1 post

#i literally watched all of season 1 and two episodes of season 2 in one day - 1 post

#i mean 30 ish min episodes and a total of 12 - 1 post

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i took my time with this show and finished it on tuesday and then i spent most of thursday and some of friday and saturday binging it again

My Top Posts in 2022:

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October 3rd, 2022

Briana and I went to Powell's on the first day of our trip. Being that Fairy Tale was just published September 6th, 2022 and it's by the Stephen King meant it was on ever end cap and right in front of our faces. With quite a bold rich blue color and a contrasting gold orange, it was easy for it to catch my attention. That day I could barely comprehend what the summary was, I didn't even really flip through the pages, I just knew I was intrigued. That day I did buy 3 other books, but couldn't keep my mind off Fairy Tale.

October 16th, 2022

Even though I tried to read my other books, I ended up buying the audiobook and started to listen. Seth Numrich's narration seriously blew me away.

It has felt really special to start something that feels truly like mine. A lot of what I consume are recs, from friends and family and the general internet. I always love it, but it's been thrilling to not have heard a single thing about this story and to truly have no idea where it would end up.

November 12th, 2022

I just completed Fairy Tale and I had a little cry and told a few people I finished it and decided to write this. I have a hardcover print version on the way. I'm excited to reread my favorite bits and look at the illustrations. I truly loved the world and characters that were created. Listening to a 24 hour audiobook sounded like a big task, especially since I'm not great at or consistent with reading at all, but somehow, Charlie's story swept me up and transported me. I can see how some may critique it for being long or slow or typical for a fairy tale, but that's what I found so charming about it. It was simple but complicated, it conveyed one's journey with themselves and others so well. To me it was full of twists and turns and was an ultimate escape. I also really feel like Fairy Tale connected me to so many things I love - stories that King intentionally referenced and not.

Somehow after the fact, I'm thinking about the bravery and courage of Harry Potter fighting the snake-like Voldemort, Charlie versus the Flight Killer. Radar had a Winn-Dixie feeling to her (or really name any important hound in film). A dog that touched the hearts of many. The Empisarians/the gray people's melted deformed features kind of reminded me of the horrors of Coraline. I expected King would get even darker or scarier but that's super okay it didn't go there. Even simply his name being Charlie, reminded me of Charlie in the Chocolate Factory- it's truly a name I've loved all my life. Giants and mermaids, animals that were too large and a cranky old man with secrets. Another world that you travel into thru a fairly normal appearance on the Earth side reminded me of Narnia.

Fairy Tale by Stephen King connected me back to the fantasy and wonder I've been needing again and for that, I say thank you and I highly recommend my new favorite book to anyone who is ready for an adventure of good and evil.

<3

Also keeping my eyes peeled for the movie that is already being talked about being produced!

This girl is feeling super sappy and mourning the end of Fairy Tale but also so happy that I was able to experience it and happy that I get to keep experiencing it in the future.

7 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

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Me when watching The Boys:

12 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

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[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #bts #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook fic

[aangelinakii]

IN THE MORNING

a domestic morning between you and your husband, lee, only for him to forget

character : lee everett

song : honeymoon fades , sabrina carpenter

date : 14th october 2021

au : no / pre apocalypse , just u and lee being soft married bbs

note : i literally did a timestamp of this w yunho from ateez but it has such lee energy i just couldn'y resistttttt

warm coffee slid down your throat as you lowered the cutely-designed mug onto the counter in front of you. on the digital clock nearby, the time read 07:30 — about time your husband left for work. and so here you stood, preparing his lunch, putting all of your love into each thing you presented for him. your own work didn't start until later, so you weren't in a hurry, and even enjoyed taking care of lee's food, excitedly waiting for a sweet text message from him saying thank you for the lunch.

your husband walked into the kitchen, just as you'd finished wrapping up and packing his food into a lunchbox. when you glanced over at him, lee was still going about how to do his tie, weighing out his options whether or not he should even wear one. ultimately, he took off his tie and hung it on the back of one of the dining room chairs, and you passed him the food you'd prepared.

a warm smile appeared on lee's face, brightening up the dull morning. when it came to this, you thought you'd gotten lucky; so many of your friends had married and become bored by their partners, and you always hear about failing marriages in the news or in movies. but with you and lee, despite being married for the past three years, the young love you felt when you first met each other seven years ago had never ceased, and you doubt it ever will any time soon.

with his lunch in one hand, lee placed his other on the small of your back, pulling you in so he could place a loving kiss onto the top of your head. "thank you, darling," he spoke into your hair. you could practically hear the smile in his voice.

lee pulled away from you and exited the kitchen, heading for his shoes and coat at the bottom of the stairs. with your coffee in your grip, warming your hands in contrast to the cold house, you admired your husband from your place in the kitchen.

once he'd pulled his shoes and coat on, lee looked up at you, waving down the hall as he opened the door and disappeared into the misty morning. when the door slammed shut you allowed a small chuckle to brush past your lips. there was something so charming about lee, you knew this since you first met him, and, despite nearing the middle ages, he still had it. even the soft groans he made in order to get his shoes on, and the way he couldn't decide whether or not to wear a tie, and definitely how he appreciated you going out of your way each morning to make him a lunch he could easily buy from a corner shop near the school.

the last of your coffee dripped onto your tongue. you turned around in order to place the mug in the sink so you could wash it up later, but your eyes caught something in the light from the window — lee's wallet.

lee hadn't gotten far by the time you went outside to look for him; it appeared he'd only just sat in the car, rummaging around with his things before properly setting off for work. with the black leather wallet in your hand, you walked around to the driver's side window, indicating for lee to lower it.

"i think you're forgetting something," you smiled at your husband, leaning down to fit in frame of the window.

that same smile you'd fell in love with all those years ago appeared on lee's face. he peered up at you and placed a quick kiss on your lips. "sorry," he chuckled sheepishly in reply, "i was kind of rushing around this morning."

the hand that had been behind your back revealed itself to lee, also revealing his forgotten wallet. a laugh left your lips and lee sighed, bringing a hand to his face. "i mean, thank you, but this is what i meant!"

lee reached out to take his wallet, uttering a small thank you. "i don't know what i'd do without you. honestly."

#newajgo #the walking dead game #twdg #lee everett #twdg lee everett #twdg lee #twdg x reader #lee everett x reader #twdg imagine #twdg imagines #twdg reaction #twdg reactions #twdg headcanon

[malereader-inserts]

Happiest Year

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: Your statement is vague - they just did the best the can to counter it. Word Count: 1,485 Warning: Death

“By the end of the year,” You say, as you and the team overlook the lake, “I’ll be dead.”

“What?” Tony exclaimed as you chuckled.

It was January first, the night of celebrating the new year had truly hit the team hard. So, the majority of them were out by the docks with you, getting fresh air hoping it would wash away the hungover they were experiencing. It was a nice bitter morning, the cold was nipping at your nose.

Clearly, January would be cold.

“I just have a feeling, you know?” You answered, groaning as you wave them off, “Well,  my hungover is fading off - I’m going inside.”

It was the last time you mentioned it, but that doesn’t stop the team thinking about it. They don’t know what you meant by that statement, but they did anything to prevent a death. January was the longest ever month, everyone could feel it. But, with the snow in New York - they made the most of it. 

They haven’t seen you with so much joy before when playing with snow. It was almost weekly to make the best fort in teams, there were meetings of teams to create the best one before actually making it in the allotted day and time.

When the snow started to melt away and warmer days were arriving, the team had to think of new ways of keeping your life a little bit more exciting. Tony had the great idea of taking you to places you’ve never been before.

First of all, it was a trip around America, taking you to places you would love to visit. Natasha got great pictures of you and the team if Natasha was in the picture she either got one of the boys to take pictures or a stranger. 

You went hiking, went to explore the colours of Antelope Canyon. Took a trip to Savannah in Georgia, you got taken to see the sunflowers in Kansas. And you decided to get pulled into a trip to New Orleans. At Minnesota, you got various pictures with the Peanut character statues, Peter was too happy about this trip - he loved every minute of it.

You enjoyed the Smithsonian museum, you’ve been dying to see it - you dragged Steve around because he was equally excited to learn. When you visited each state to do something because Tony owns a jet and it was easy to move quicker.

He takes you to Tokyo and part of Japan. You visited stores of various shows and movies you love, you take part in trying new food. He takes you to one of the Scandinavian countries so you could witness the Northern lights, they were so pretty - but not as pretty as your face as it lights up. 

He brings you to different countries to taste their cuisine. Bucky was fond of Italian whilst Sam likes to argue that France had better food, Clint was just happy to be included. 

Natasha had started an album of places, one album dedicated to the US - it was full to the brim with pictures of you and the team. You never thought that she was a type of person to be scrapbooking, but she made you do the writing. 

You don’t question her.

There’s another album for Asian and Europe countries you have visited, with the European scrapbook, everyone had a different coloured pen to add their contribution of notes. 

You travel to South America, get to live the carnival life in Brazil. Somehow in between travelling, you get to enjoy the 4th of July back home in New York. You enjoyed immersing yourself in different culture during the summer until you were worn out of travelling by the end of August. 

You don’t know how you managed to keep travelling whilst some of the team were being sent off to deal with enemies. Not once, Nick had sent you away to a mission - the team asked, you never gave them a solid answer.

September was the start of autumn, it was the excuse of you guys taking a break from travelling. You helped Natasha finish the books, even helping her to make them look pretty by making some borders on some of the pictures.

October rolls in, it’s spooky season as Peter proclaims. You visit corn mazes, pumpkin picking. You make jack o lanterns, watch horror films. You had a blast in the Halloween party, you got to dress up once again.

By November, the team started to notice something wasn’t right. You had no energy to stand up, you were constantly sitting down. You were always cold, they thought because the temperatures had started to drop drastically, but even with the heating on in the Avenger base, you were bundled up in a blanket and your thickest hoodie.

“Still cold?” Bruce asked you, handing you a hot chocolate - noticing your shaky hands.

“Unbelievably,” You responded, there were tints of blue upon your lips.

You could barely keep food down in you, sometimes you were too tired to even make yourself food and hold a fork up to your lips. You were sick and it doesn’t seem like you were able to recover.

That was until by the end of November, you were hospitalised. For a week, the team was in the dark about the situation. There was a lot of talks between Nick and the doctor, between you and Nick, between you and the doctor.

“It seems like they’ll have to know,” You spoke softly, rough at the edges as if you haven’t been drinking water.

“Yeah, don’t suppose you want to tell them?” Nick asked, hoping it would bring out a smile to you.

“I wouldn’t be able to look of hurt in their eyes.”

Nick breaks them the news.

You’re dying, you have known this fact since the start of the year. Did you mean to keep that information from them? No, it never came up. You knew there was no cure, and you hated that. You’re a superhero, people look at you expecting you’re untouchable. 

Nick never wanted to send you out for a mission, he wanted you last year to be one to remember. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Steve asked, looking at you in the hospital bed.

“You never asked.”

“Is-” Bruce lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, “Is there a cure at all?”

“If there was I wouldn’t have told you I would be dead by the end of the year,” You answered, you let out a cough.

“Why?” Tony whispered, brushing your hair, “Why did you hide it from me? From us?”

“It was easier.”

The team looked at you, you look fragile, there was a clear loss of weight and you were too weak to even pick up stuff. You were a concerning paler shade of your skin tone. Sweat dripping from your forehead and you were shaking. Every so often you would cough so violently, a wheeze would escape your mouth - god it hurt you so much, the team could tell that. 

“A superhero is not immune to diseases with no cure,” You chuckled to yourself, no one joins you - they look at you with pain in their eyes. “I just want to thank you though.”

“For what?” Steve whispers, if he speaks any louder - he fears his voice will break.

“Thank you for the happiest year of my life.”

You died in your sleep at the age of twenty six. They didn’t expect it because despite two weeks composed of bad days, that one day, you were actually better.

But it didn’t matter. Because the team was there with him. Steve held your hand as you slept, held you even when the doctors came and told them you were no more. The team didn’t cry. They didn’t beg them to try again. Because that night when you were supposed to be unconscious, Steve felt you squeeze his hand twice.

It was your own way of saying Thank You.

Thanking them that they stayed by your side to the end.

The funeral was simple, after all, you were a simple man. It was just the team and people who truly knew you. They couldn’t hold back the tears, the funeral was quiet sobs, they couldn’t bare to look at the smiling picture that was present in front of them.

Christmas wasn’t the same without you, there was an empty part of the team. the new year came around, they drank so much that they regret it. They found themselves back at the dock, fresh air will help their hangover.

It’s been a year since you announced that you will be dying at the end of the year.

At least, in their mind, they gave you the happiest year - that’s all it matters.

You were happy and content with the life you have had. 

They were happy to be a part of your life.

#Avengers #avengers imagine #avenger imagines #angst #steve rogers x male!reader #tony stark x male!reader #bruce banner x male!reader #natasha romanoff x male!reader #x male reader #platonic

[courageous-she]

Extracurricular- Charlie Gillespie

Teacher!Reader x MusicTeacher!Charlie

Word Count: 2707

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say thank you for all the love on “Needing You”! I wrote this up, a little self-indulgently, but hope that some of you will find some enjoyment from it!

It had always been your dream to be an elementary school teacher. For as long as you could remember, you would play school with your American Girl Dolls or stuffed animals as your students. When the time came for college, you’d picked a program that would allow you to get your Master’s quickly. After student teaching and some substituting, you finally had your own fourth grade classroom.

You hadn’t been at your school long, seeing as it was only October, but you’d been there long enough to meet some of the other teachers. You got along well with your team teachers, and even made a few teacher friends you could hang out outside of school with.

It was a Wednesday and for some reason your students had more energy than normal, and it was taking a toll on you. Luckily, they had Music in a few minutes, so you decided to end the lesson early and have them start getting ready for the special. They were quiet in the hallway, giving you a quick break before dropping them off at the music room.

“Hey, fourth grade!” the music teacher, Mr. G said with enthusiasm as your class approached. You students began to file into the classroom, high-fiving or fist bumping Mr. G as they passed. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N.” Mr. G said more softly to you.

“Hi Mr. G. They’re a little more energetic than normal today.” You said, providing a well needed update on the class. Mr. G smiled, chuckling lightly at the statement.

“Nothing I can’t handle I’m sure.” There was a short pause before he continued, “Got any plans this weekend?” he asked you. This weekend was Halloween and you wanted nothing more than to spend it on your couch with a bottle of wine.

“I was just going to drink some wine and watch a movie.” You replied honestly, “Why? Have something in mind?” It wasn’t unusual for Mr. G, or you could probably call him Charlie, to ask you about your plans. A little harmless flirting was normal between the two of you seeing as you were the only two 20 something teachers in the school.

“I had about the same idea in mind. Would you maybe want to drink wine and watch a movie together?” He asked, a smirk playing on his face. As you were about to respond, one of your students came over and grabbed Charlie by the hand, tugging him into the classroom. You smiled and let him know that you would text him before letting him go to teach the class.

You: 7:00 my place?

You sent the text to Charlie, having had his number from staff meetings. The two of you liked to text during the meetings instead of actually paying attention. You didn’t expect a response right away anyway considering he was teaching your students. You took the 40 minutes your kids were at music to sit in the quiet and grade some classwork.

When you went to pick your class up, Charlie was waiting by the door, your class lined up behind him.

“7:00 sounds perfect. I’ll bring the refreshments” he said quiet enough so the class didn’t hear.

“I’ll text you my address” you said, smiling, “Alright friends, what do you say to Mr. G?” you asked, addressing your class.

“Thank you, Mr. G!” rang out in unison by your students.

“Bye guys! See you later!” Charlie waved, again high-fiving some kids on their way out. You turned around as your class walked to the end of the hall and Charlie shot you a quick wink before heading back into his classroom. Friday night couldn’t come soon enough.

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When Friday night finally did come, Charlie texted you around dismissal to make sure your plans were still on.

You: Definitely! But I hope you know I will be in my baggiest of sweatpants

Charlie: Glad we’re on the same page, I don’t wear real clothes outside of school, its sacrilegious

You chuckled at the text, making sure to send Charlie your address and apartment number. Your students filed out one-by-one until it was only you left in the classroom. You made sure to shut down everything and turn off the lights before making the quick trip to your car.

Once home, you threw your work clothes into your hamper and got into your designated sweatpants. Knowing that you were having company later encouraged you to give your apartment a good clean, something you hadn’t been motivated to do recently. You lived alone, but you preferred it that way. Sometimes after a long day of school it was just easier to come home and not have to talk to anyone about your day.

Soon enough, the buzzer in your apartment was ringing signaling that Charlie was downstairs waiting to be let up. You pressed the button to unlock the main door and waited by your front door for his knock. When it came, you opened the door to see Charlie carrying a large pizza, a bottle of wine, and bag of Halloween candy.

“You came prepared Gillespie” you said, taking some of the items from his hands. He kicked his shoes off by the door before following you into the small living room. You set the items down on the coffee table before getting comfortable on the couch, Charlie following suit next to you.

“I told you I’d bring the refreshments, didn’t I?” He asked, pulling a corner of your blanket over his legs. You laughed, grabbing the remote and turning the tv on. Once the Netflix screen showed, you passed the remote to Charlie who gave you a confused look.

“I can’t decide on movies for the life of me, so this one’s on you” you said, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. You ate and watched as Charlie flipped through the movies, settling on a horror film. “Should have guessed you’d try to kill me tonight” you laughed.

“Hey, when you put me in charge of the movie, you can’t complain about what I pick” Charlie laughed, opening the bottle of wine.

“Oh! Let me get us some glasses,” you said, starting to remove the blanket from your lap. Charlie’s hand stopped you from getting any further.

“I’m fine with drinking out of the bottle if you are…” he suggested. You shrugged, not really caring about sharing the bottle with him. The two of you settled into the couch, eating pizza and sharing the bottle of wine. You definitely jumped at some parts in the movie and Charlie laughed at you each time.

About halfway through the movie, the both of you had finished eating and were now resting comfortably on the couch. However, the movie only began to get scarier as a really gory part showed on the screen. You jolted with surprise and shoved your face into Charlie’s neck, hand gripping the shirt material on his chest. 

“You can’t really be scared of this!” Charlie laughed.

“Of course, I’m scared!” you replied, voice muffled by his skin. Charlie only chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t go in there!” you shouted a few moments later to the girl in the movie.

“Of course, she’s going to go in there!” Charlie retorted, “it’d be no fun if she didn’t”

“Who said any of this was fun” you replied, getting ready to hide your face against Charlie again, “I can’t watch.” Again, Charlie pulled you closer, protecting you from the demons on the screen.

As the movie ended, you let out a sigh of relief. You quickly stood and made your way over to your fridge, pulling out another bottle of wine. 

“After that movie, I need more of this, and a new movie to forget that one”

“I’m down for another movie. But you’re choosing it this time” Charlie said, grabbing the bottle from you and taking a sip. As you scrolled through the choices, you landed on one that had made you cry the first time you watched it.

“Okay, Gillespie.” You said, selecting the movie and hitting play, “Time to see you cry”

“Oh, I don’t cry” Charlie said, a smirk on his face. You made a “let’s see about that” face and the two of you settled in to watch the movie.

As the sad part began to get more intense, you stole a glance over at Charlie. You could see tears slowly cascading down his cheeks. 

“I thought you said you didn’t cry” you joked, pushing on his shoulder with your own. Taken aback by the fact that you’d noticed him, Charlie quickly began to wipe the tears from his face.

“I’m not crying, my eyes are sweating.” He replied.

“Sure, tough guy. Don’t worry about it, crying is manly” you said, leaning into his side. He chuckled at you before pulling you closer to finish the movie.

*****

Two movies and two bottles of wine later, you stood to throw out the empty pizza box and candy wrappers.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it was. I should get going” Charlie said, looking at the time on his phone.

“You’ve been drinking, Charlie, probably not the best idea to drive right now” you said, holding up the two empty wine bottles. Charlie gave you a knowing look.

“Let me see if my roommate is still awake, maybe he can come grab me” But before you could even let Charlie unlock his phone to text his roommate, you blurted out a proposition.

“Or you could just spend the night here” You stared at Charlie, shocked the sentence even left your mouth. It was probably the alcohol that helped. Charlie looked at you, making sure he heard correctly.

“I mean, if you’re cool with me crashing on your couch…” he spoke slowly.

“Oh no, you can’t sleep on that. It may be good for sitting but if you sleep on it, you’ll wake up with a broken back. My bed is big enough, we can share…. If you’re okay with that” you quickly added. Charlie mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ before helping you clean up the rest of the mess. As you made your way into your room, you turned on your bathroom light. “I have an extra toothbrush you can use,” you said, handing Charlie the blue toothbrush.

The two of you stood side by side in the bathroom, looking at each other in the mirror while brushing your teeth. As Charlie finished, he made his way back into your room while you took a moment to wash your face. When you walked back into your room, Charlie was sitting on the edge of your bed scrolling through his phone.

“You didn’t have to wait for me to get in bed” you laughed. Charlie sheepishly looked up at you, locking his phone and putting in on the end table.

“Wasn’t sure what side of the bed you normally slept on” he replied. You went over to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Charlie followed suit on the opposite side of the bed. You clicked off your side lamp and turned to face Charlie.

“Sorry in advance if I kick you in my sleep” you said.

“If you kick me, we’re going to have a problem” Charlie laughed. It wasn’t long before the two of you dozed off comfortably facing each other.

*****

You woke up the next morning to your head resting on Charlie’s chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. You laughed at the sleeping boy, noticing that he was no longer wearing a shirt. You tried to get out of bed without waking him, failing as his arm only wrapped tighter around you and a low groan came from the boy.

“Where’re you going?” he asked, voice low and eyes still closed.

“I was going to go make us some breakfast” you said. Charlie turned so his body was now facing yours, eyes still closed, and arms remaining around you.

“Five more minutes” he grumbled. “If you leave, I’ll be cold” he whined. You could only laugh.

“If I don’t get up, then you won’t have anything to eat in five minutes”

“I’ll buy us breakfast if you promise not to move” he said, voice low and soft. You replied with a quiet ‘okay’ and began to get comfortable.

“One thing though” you said, Charlie hummed in response, “When did you take your shirt off?”

“’mm like 2? Not sure, does it matter?” he asked. You mumbled a small ‘no’ not wanting to admit that you liked the feel of his warm skin against yours. You snuggled into him, hands reaching around and lightly dragging up and down his back. When you thought he’d fallen asleep, you let your hands stop, but when Charlie’s hand reached around to grab yours, mimicking your earlier motion, you continued.

You hadn’t realized that you’d fallen asleep, but you woke up in the same position, only this time Charlie’s fingers were lightly grazing up and down your back.

“Mornin’” he hummed, “Didn’t think you’d fall back asleep, did ya?” he teased. You lifted your eyes to meet his, taking in his bed head as well.

“Well, if you’d have let me get up the first time, I could have had breakfast ready for you” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Breakfast is ten minutes away” Charlie said, brushing your hair away from your face. You looked up at him, a little shocked he’d woken up and ordered breakfast. Your eyes met his and you watched as his fell to your lips. Your breath hitched and before you knew it, Charlie’s soft lips were on yours. 

It was gentle and quick, too quick if you were honest. But having kissed him once already now, you worked up the courage to kiss him again, this time taking the lead. You moved so that you were straddling him, his hands quickly finding a home on your hips, rubbing small circles on the skin under your shirt.

A moment later, you found yourself lying on your back, Charlie hovering over you. He only pulled away when his phone buzzed from next to you. He quickly checked his phone, looked at you, and placed a quick kiss on your cheek before getting up and pulling his sweatshirt on. Just as quickly as Charlie had gotten on top of you, he was off and out the door. 

Sliding out of bed, you threw on your sweatshirt and padded out to the kitchen. The front door opened and Charlie came in carrying two bags of food.

“What the hell did you order, Char?” you asked, grabbing a bag and beginning to open it. All kinds of breakfast foods laid out in front of you. Two arms landed their way on either side of you, locking you between him and the counter.

“Char?” he asked, voice low in your ear. Your face was warm as you turned around in the small space you had, noticing the smirk on the boy’s face. You weren’t sure how to respond, the nickname just kind of slipped out. But before you could respond, Charlie’s hand gently held your chin and his lips met yours once again. “Don’t worry” he said against your lips, “I like it”

He quickly lifted you onto the counter, slipping in between your legs and placing another kiss against your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, tasting each of the foods that Charlie had ordered.

*****

As the two of you cleaned up the kitchen a little while later you asked, “So, am I going to have to compete for your attention at school?” Charlie gave you a confused look, not sure what you meant by that statement. “Considering how all the fourth and fifth grade girls have the biggest crushes on you?” you asked, a smile playing at your lips.

Charlie chuckled, coming over to rest his hands on your hips, forehead resting against your own. “You’re the only one who gets this kind of attention” he quietly said before placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for more.

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