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hatsukeii · 4 years

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Beautiful Trauma by Pink with Nishinoya, please!

Woop yess yeah angst is coming your way.

Okay I’m taking a break from matchups lol they’re getting harder to do because I do like a ton of them every day and like they’re GRUELLING HAVSJSGS they’re gonna be back but like I’m gonna focus on writing scenarios and maybe hcs for a bit then get right back to the matchups:)

Btw @artsamber I’m sorry I genuinely don’t know how marriage fics work and I don’t really see Nishinoya as someone that would lose interest after marriage, but I’ll try my best to incorporate your ideas into this fic!

(I’m legit trying my best to keep this as non explicit as I can because I’m keeping these for future uses if my English teacher ever tells me to write romance or something I can just pull up my blog and use scenarios-)

Beautiful Trauma// Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Mild swearing

Nishinoya didn’t like feeling guilty. He hated the falling sensation he would get whenever he lied. The thought of having to hurt someone disgusted him. He was mostly an open book, it was as if you could read him word for word, everything expressed in those goofy facial expressions. He didn’t ask for much. He wanted someone who he could tease. Someone he could trust with his inner conflicts. Someone that could make him feel appreciated. Out of all the things however, he craved for excitement the most. Excitement that you weren’t able to give him. He loved you, he definitely loved you. But in a couple of years’ time, the spark that used to ignite whenever he looked at you, touched you, kissed you, it was gone. He tried to ignore the emptiness, grasping at any opportunity he could to regain those feelings. Going on more dates, inviting you to all his matches, bringing you over to his house every single week, he did everything he could Nothing worked. He no longer felt special. He had fought so hard for you, everything was all rainbows and unicorns, until it wasn’t. Until you became just another person for him.

You still remember the exact moment you realised he had changed. It still goes through your mind till this day. It was New Year’s Eve. The two of you went out to watch the fireworks at midnight. His hand felt cold that night, not a trace of the usual warmth that embraced your hand perfect to be found.. It felt stale and frigid. He didn’t initiate his usual weird chatter, nor did he make an effort to talk to you at all. Every other couple at the venue was doing some lovey dovey crap, giving each other bone crushing hugs, or laying in their loved one’s lap, occasionally sneaking a kiss or two. Seeing that, you tried to sneak in some romance into your date. You turned towards him, leaning in and giving him a kiss. Your heart fell when he stayed still, not reacting to anything. He didn’t kiss back, he didn’t hold your hand, he didn’t even make an effort to play with your hair. It was as if your kiss had absolutely no effect on him. You tried again, letting go of his hand and cupping his cheek. Still nothing. You pulled away, slightly disappointed at the lack of attention you were getting from him as he stared at you with bored eyes, dragging you down to sit next to him. This should��ve been a sign. A sign that something was wrong. However, you brushed it off. Maybe he was just feeling a bit sick that night.

The lack of attention went on for months. You would have to ask him out every week, just to be able to spend any quality time with him, and most of the time he’d decline, using the same three excuses every time.

“Sorry, I’m busy with volleyball.”

“Feeling a bit tired today, I’ll pass.”

“I have schoolwork, can’t come.”

The rare instances where he doesn’t decline your request, he’s completely indulged in his phone. As if there was something that was better than spending time with the one he loved that was on that godforsaken monitor. You would try poking him, shaking him, nudging him, everything you could possibly do to gain his attention. In return, all you’d receive was an irritated groan or your hand being picked up and put back onto your lap, followed by a wave of depression hitting you by surprise as he continues to scroll mindlessly through his phone. You were tired of this, your gut telling you to just break it off with him. However you were hopeful. Too hopeful. You continued to cling onto the last shred of hope you had in that attention lacking heart of yours, praying that by spending enough time with him, he would go back to his old self. The Nishinoya that she fell in love with. The one that gave her kisses on her cheek, squeezed her hand whenever he held it, cried with her during hard times, pushed her on the swings in an abandoned park. She continued to look forward to a day, where he would once again greet her at her doorstep before walking to school together. That day never came.

Half a year. Half an entire year of hiding his inner conflicts. Nishinoya was done keeping it in. He had to tell you one way or the other anyways. He was sick of seeing how disappointed you’d get after he ignored you time and time again. He was drowning in his own guilt throughout the never-ending six months. That pit of regret that dug itself in his stomach made him want to just rip everything to pieces and scream into a void. He didn’t want to see you like this, but quite frankly there was nothing he could do. His feelings were slowly fading, and they weren’t coming back. Everything that seemed bright in the world went dull as he pondered over his own emotions in his room. Letting out a feral yell, he sent all the books and papers on his desk flying to the floor, ripping some up and stomping on them. “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? HUH? I CAN’T DO THIS TO HER! I can’t... I can’t hurt her like that.” He grabbed at his hair, pulling at it as he slid down the wall hopelessly, choking out strained sobs and screams as tears poured from his eyes. He was beyond frustrated. He definitely didn’t want to hurt you by telling you how he felt, however hiding it wouldn’t do any good either. In fact, the longer he hid it, the more affected by it you would be. He had made his mind. He was going to tell you the truth the next day, but at what cost? He was scared, definitely. He could already picture what would happen. He would tell you his conflicts, and you two would end it there, with both of you crying and leaving for different classes. He would probably do terribly during practice, maybe even skip it for once, and you would probably go home and cry. It would hurt him to tell you, but it was for the best.

You weren’t feeling ecstatic the next day, although you should’ve been. In your bag, was a framed polaroid, along with a tiny note attached to it, stuffed in between your lunchbox and textbooks. You made sure not to let the note crumple up. That was something important. Your friends teased you about it, calling you a hopeless romantic, lovestruck schoolgirl, and a variety of different romance tropes. All you could do was nod and laugh dryly, and pray they didn’t see the frown on your face throughout the whole day. During lunch, you scanned the cafeteria for your partner, finally landing your eyes on his tiny figure. He was in the very back of the lunch line, scrolling through his phone, again. You took a deep breath, grabbing the polaroid and treading towards him. “Nishinoya, can I talk to you alone for a bit?” The boy’s eyes glanced towards you, before he cracked a fake grin. “Uh sure thing.” You pulled him out of the lunch line, guiding him to behind a random stairwell, leaning on the wall with the framed photo in hand.

“So, for our second anniversary, I made you this. I hope you like it.” Nishinoya froze, before his eyes widened, his mouth slowly opening. “I- I’m so sorry (Y/N), I completely forgot about this! Oh lord I’m so dumb oh god-” He stopped for a moment. This was the perfect opportunity to tell you. You two were finally alone, he could just get it done and over with. He thought about it a bit more. Would it be too much for you? He had already forgotten about you guys’ anniversary, whilst you made an effort to make him something. He decided against it. He would do it another day. “Yuu, it’s okay, Don’t worry about it. Just read the note when you get back. I gotta go eat now, see you around.” And with that, you made your way back to your table. NIshinoya’s heart clenched. He felt terrible. He really hid the fact that he was losing interest from you for months, whilst you continued to believe that he loved you with his whole heart. He stared at the polaroid in his hand. It was from when you two had your first date in a pink cafe. That was the first time he ever kissed you in public. Inside of the frame, was a piece of paper folded into a tiny square. That was the note you were talking about. He let out a heavy sigh, returning to the cafeteria as well.

The note was now in his hands, still folded in that neat square. When school ended, you didn’t wait for Nishinoya like you usually did. Instead, he saw you walk away with another friend, who was patting your back as you were hunched over slightly. His heart dropped. Thank the lords he decided not to tell you today. Polaroid frame in hand, he examined everything. Maybe there was some hidden message behind this. Maybe she wrote something on the back of the polaroid too, instead of just writing a note. He took a few minutes to just observe the framed photo, before giving up and shoving it back into his bag. There was nothing weird or suspicious about it. It was just a normal polaroid. He walked home alone, not waiting for Tanaka. He felt like absolute shit, head hanging low as he walked towards his house, hands in his pocket. The second he got to his room, he threw everything to the floor, scrambling for the framed polaroid and pulling out the untouched note. He opened the note up, to see a neatly written message. It wasn’t just a note, it was a whole letter.

Dear Yuu,

I expected this already, so don’t be sorry. I knew you were going to forget. You’ve changed, everyone could see. Because of that, there’s something I need to tell you.

I’m breaking it off here.

Nishinoya’s eyes widened as he gripped the paper tightly with his now shaky hands. “No way....”

I know you might be confused as to why I’m doing this. But hear me out. I can see that you’ve changed. For the past months you’ve been uninterested. You haven’t been like the old Yuu since New Year’s Eve.

I love you, I do, but I can’t bear to see you force yourself into continuing this facade. It’s been two years, this isn’t a surprise to me. I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me against your heart’s desire. I’d rather you be happy with the relationship. Please. Let’s just end it here. It was beautiful while it lasted, but now it’s just trauma for me. I hope this anniversary gift is good enough. Goodbye.

Love,

(Y/N)

Tears streamed down the boy’s face as he re-read the letter again. Nothing changed. You had said what you said and Nishinoya felt terrible. He should’ve known you would be able to read through him. He should’ve just told you from the start, instead of keeping it in like a coward. Putting the letter down, he grabbed his bag, and threw it across the room, letting it land to the ground with a thud as his laptop and his textbooks spilled out. “NISHINOYA YUU WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Ah, of course, it was his mom. “NISHINOYA STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE!” The short boy ignored her, continuing to let his anger out. He threw all the books from his shelf onto the wooden floor, ripped up pieces of homework, and threw the polaroid to the ground, jumping on it and cracking the glass. He wasn’t mad at you. He was frustrated with himself. He was furious at his own cowardice, that led to him breaking your heart. “Why? It shouldn’t have been like this! I should’ve apologised to her before any of this happened! We might’ve had a chance!”

He continued to massacre his bedroom, throwing everything at his wall and breaking anything he possibly could get his hands on. His legs felt tired from stomping and jumping and his arms ached from ripping everything. He fell back, landing on his ass as he cradled his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. He wanted to lie to himself. Tell himself there was nothing he could do about it. Convince himself that he had already tried his best.

But deep down, he knew that he just didn’t try hard enough, and now, the two years you guys spent together, where he loved every single minute of, was nothing but a beautiful trauma.

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Okay this is actually so bad I’m sorry idk I just hate this with a passion and I think it’s terrible but I hope you liked it🥺😔💕

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alexseanchai · 4 years

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sooo the AU I was playing with while failing to sleep the other night is

Marinette does tell Adrien to stay, so he bolts away from the self-driving car, and Marinette loses track of him. and Nino and Alya rearrange the class's room assignments without telling the teachers; I'd have to check who all was with whom to begin with to figure out how that's going to work out, but the plan ends up being one room has Alya, Nino, Marinette, and "an empty bed" because "nobody knows where Adrien is". while they're doing that, they misplace Marinette.

and then Ladybug, who's obviously been sobbing, drops in on Alya and Nino. her partner left, it's her fault, how can she ask him to come back when she hurt him so badly that day and also has clearly been hurting him so badly all along that he doesn't trust her to change her plans when something comes up that means plan A won't work. (at least she thinks that's what happened. she doesn't think he lied to her, not really, but she feels lied to.)

and she can't do this alone.

but all but one of the people she's previously trusted with Miraculouses, Hawkmoth knows their names now. trusting any of them with another Miraculous (be it the same one as before or different), while tempting, is dangerous, and Etta, Ella, and Chris did not sign on for those dangers.

she had a list of people she is willing to trust with Miraculouses, but with one exception, she doesn't know if she dares: after all, now they know it is possible for Hawkmoth to learn a Miraculous wielder's identity without the wielder themself necessarily knowing he's done it. (Ladybug, probably canonically and definitely in this fic, did tell all her now-ex-teammates. this is related to why everyone is giving Chloe the silent treatment.)

the exception on the second list is not a situation Ladybug wants to touch. like. at all. absolutely not to put that person on the front lines. (read: Alix is getting her pocketwatch back basically the moment she and Ladybug are back in Paris.)

the exception on the first list? he was always one of her best available potential teammates, and she's pretty sure that's an objective assessment; he only wasn't among her first choices of teammate because she doesn't trust herself around him. he is now one of her worst available potential teammates, because the first time she tried bringing him on, the experience traumatized him. also because bringing him in as the new Black Cat would have him feeling, for very good reason, that he was a downgrade from Ladybug's original partner. for all that, she thinks he's the best option she's got, possibly even the only option, and she thinks he'd actually be fool enough to agree.

but she is not going to offer this boy the Cat. because her partner hasn't believed her before when she told him he's irreplaceable, and—with the possible exception of if the new Black Cat is a really obvious-to-him downgrade from himself—what could seeing her with a new Cat possibly tell him except that he is replaceable? and this particular new Cat, well, apparently her crush is visible from the moon, total strangers got in on matchmaking her with him today, her partner is not unobservant: there is no way her partner will conclude anything other than that she replaced him with an upgrade.

so. no. there is no possible solution that lets Ladybug continue as Ladybug. she'll have to give the earrings and ring to new people, and take over the role her vanished mentor played, and—

(Alya and Nino have not got a word in edgewise btw; Alya's been trying to get Ladybug to sit down, somewhere other than on the bed nearest the window, and cry on Alya's shoulder)

Ladybug's hands are actually on the earrings to remove them when Civilian Chat Noir shouts, "Ladybug, behind you!"

two seconds later the incoming akuma has been purified, both Miraculouses are on the floor, and Marinette's knees give out before she can bolt out of the room. which she was going to, and she's apologizing that she can't, she doesn't know if her partner wants to know her name anymore and she's sorry she outed him to Alya and Nino and she understands if he doesn't want her to know but she really does want to know and more importantly she knows he's claustrophobic and she's really sorry she made him feel he has to hide from her and—

Alya calls Max to ask, apropos of nothing whatsoever, what his current best estimate is of Hawkmoth's akumatization range

Nino says Ladybug and Chat Noir need to talk to each other face to face, with words, right now, this is ridiculous, this is absurd

and Adrien rolls out from under the bed nearest the window

(there is of course Aftermath but I wasn't thinking about what it'd be)

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #love square #ml new york special #ml spoilers #fic prompt #by alexseanchai #marinette dupain cheng

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jksmoongf · 5 years

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Kissing Fire [pt. 11]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 11.4k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) **a/n: thank you for your patience, angels! 💗 It’s been a while and I hope anyone still reads this <3 (also idk what happened to the og upload but it was kinda weird -.-) I’m also dedicating this chapter to my sweet @struggleofarmy!!! You helped me so much and without you, I probably wouldn’t have finished it! thank you for everything! 💗 ily Warning chapter 11: none, it’s just an angsty mess!!! (profanities, maybe?)

Jungkook closed the microwave door on the leftover food; her eyes glued to his pretty face as his lips puckered into a kissy-shape, trying to set the temperature and the time before pressing the start button. He turned around, locking eyes with her. “We have exactly 3 minutes and 45 seconds.” He wiggled his brows but a strange feeling of embarrassment washed over her, making her cheeks flush that he caught her staring. “Noona, do I have something on my face?” Jungkook mused, mouth curving upwards into a smile. Shaking her head no, she hoped the color would soon disappear from her face. “So where were we before you said you were hungry?” He closed the distance between them quickly, trapping her between his body and the counter. The warmth that radiated off him as his face got closer and closer with every blink, made her feel all fuzzy as his fingertips gently trailed up her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck until he cupped her face. The pads of his thumbs softly caressing her skin when his lips ghosted over her own. She knew this was supposed to be a sweet and tender moment shared between just the two of them but she just couldn’t help herself. She crashed her lips onto Jungkook’s; feeling the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth while she so desperately tried to get a taste of him. Her hands tangled in his messy dark hair, pulling him closer to her as their tongues gently nestled against each other. He sighed into her mouth when her fingers gently scratched over his scalp. Maybe, just maybe, they could ditch the food and go back to his room for a little while and just indulge in a heavy make-out session where she was sure he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself for more than a few seconds.

But the repeated beeping of the microwave made them separate sooner than expected.

With a groan, she blindly reached for her phone next to the pillow where she had placed it after being on FaceTime with Jungkook just hours ago. She knew that in the morning, she would regret not listening to him when he repeatedly told her to sleep and get plenty of rest before work.

But talking to him was so much more important than sleeping; she just loved listening to him talk about his day, especially after an exciting event like the night before. Sometimes, it scared her that he was often surrounded by pretty girls who were a lot more talented than she was; leaving her to wonder why he had chosen her instead of someone who perfectly understood all his struggles. But at the end of the night he called her to whisper sleepy I love you’s or FaceTime until they both fell asleep.

[Jungkook - 4:12am]

Ah noona, I already miss you! Sleep well and have a good day at work! Text me whenever you can! Can’t wait to see you when your shift is over! I love you (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Her grip tightened around the phone, pressing it to her chest, she kicked her legs and muffled a squeal into the plush bunny he had given her. Jungkook was always so sweet; he must have known how happy it would make her to be waking up to a text from him but after reading the text over and over, her eyes darted to the time on top of the screen.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” She cursed under her breath, trying to free herself from the confinement of the two blankets and the robe she was wearing. In a hurry she put on her work uniform and got ready to leave, running just a few minutes late.

Shoving the last bite of a banana into her mouth; she put on her denim jacket before slipping on her black patent-leather shoes with the small dainty gold buckle.

As if the devil himself was chasing her down the street, she ran as fast as she could to catch her train to Hongdae and just in time she squeezed through the door right as it was about close, the hem of her skirt almost getting caught.

She leaned against the door on the opposite side, catching a glimpse of her reflection. The wind had caused a few strands of hair to get loose, making her bun look messy. While trying to tuck the hair back to where it belonged, she pulled out her phone, finally having enough time to reply to Jungkook.

[y/n - 10:33 am]

I miss you too, Kookie! My shift ends at 6pm so I can come over after. I’ll bring food for you and the boys! Just let me know what you want, you know I get a discount so don't hold back! I love you too!

[y/n - 10:35M]

Btw, I should have listened to you when you told me to sleep. I’m so tired but also so excited to see you later. I hope you slept well, baby!

After locking the screen, she let her eyes wander around the cart. A group of teenage girls, all gathered around one phone caught her attention.

“Is that really him? It can’t be.” One of them whispered-yelled, immediately covering her mouth with her hands after one of her friends slapped her arm and scolding her.

“Of course it is him. It’s his voice and those are definitely his hands. Haven’t you seen the other one?”

The vibration, signaling a new text, made her flinch at first but her heart started racing, only to be disappointed that it wasn’t Jungkook - just a coworker sending a meme to the group chat. Yet, she went back to his chat, carefully scanning the messages she had sent to him - they had not been delivered yet. Reminding herself that he sometimes put his phone on airplane mode so nobody would disturb his slumber.

Four hours had passed and she was finally on her break, sitting in the small back room where they kept their personal belongings during shifts.

Her heart sank when she saw that Jungkook still had not replied; it was unlike him to keep her waiting for so long. At this hour, he surely wouldn’t still be asleep, not when he had moaned about having to go to a company meeting today. Even her attempts at calling him were left unanswered; the calls going straight to voicemail.

A whirlwind of panic started to stir up in her stomach; what if he changed his mind and didn’t want to see her anymore? The past few days had been so chaotic and draining that she couldn’t silence the small voice in the back of her mind that kept telling her that it was all too good to be true.

Nails clicking on the screen; she hastily pulled up Taehyung’s chat.

[y/n - 2:12pm]

Tae (: do you know where Jungkookie is? I wanted to ask him about editing a pic for me but he’s not responding to my messages. I’ll see you later <3

“Y/n, Myung-Jun hyung says your lunch is ready! Come eat.” With a sigh, she followed her coworker to the kitchen, sitting down at the small table for the restaurant staff. It was odd that she was so worried about Jungkook not replying, but the uneasy feeling that something wasn’t right anchored itself in her chest.

Halfheartedly she picked at the food in front of her; maybe she was overreacting and Jungkook had just forgotten to turn airplane mode off or he left in a rush, leaving his phone at the dorms. Either way, she had her mind set on checking up on him after her shift.

Jungkook’s bare feet made the floor creek as he entered the living room, the hushed conversations he had faintly been hearing on his way, immediately died down. His brothers looking at him like he was a species from a different planet, not one of them looking happy to see him.

“Sit.” Yoongi gestured towards a chair from the kitchen table that they had put out, just for him apparently - making him feel like he was a police interrogation. “Management will be here any minute now.”

Jungkook gave a small nod, sitting down on the wooden chair. He knew the heating was on but the room seemed to be freezing cold when no warm laughter filled the air and every single one of the member's faces seemed to be laced with concern.

“Can I have my phone back?” His eyes were focused on the electronic device on the coffee table, still not understanding why they took it from him to begin with. He just wanted to see if y/n had texted him; maybe talk to her on the phone for a bit during her break- longing to hear her voice and the sweet coos of his nickname. Not talking to her for almost seven hours, seemed like torture to him now that they were finally able to be together and be happy.

“No, we were told not to give it to you.” Seokjin said calmly, his index finger tapping on the armrest of the sofa in a familiar rhythm.

Letting out a frustrated groan, Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“You know I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t just take my stuff from me like you’re my parents.” His bottom lip jutted out into a small pout; contradicting his previous statement perfectly.

“Oh, it is very apparent that you’re not a kid anymore…” Hoseok scoffed under his breath but before Jungkook could answer, he heard the front door open and manager Sejin’s voice echoed from the hallway.

“Change the code and then join us in the living room.”

Jungkook always admired how tall his favorite manager was but the grim expression on his face made his usual soft eyes, dark and a little scary. “Perfect, you’re all here.”

“Taehyung is in his room. I’ll go get him.” Jimin jumped over the back of the sofa and rushed down the corridor.

“Then we’ll wait.” Sejin sat down next to Namjoon, who had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to pay any attention to the things that were happening around him, only snapping out of his thoughts momentarily to mumble a greeting.

Jimin knocked on the door, only seconds later Ha-na’s muffled voice indicated that it was okay for him to come in. At the sight of his best friend sitting cross-legged on the bed, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve, his heart cramped up painfully.

Ha-na had her arm wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulders, holding his left hand tightly in her own, whispering softly in his ear.

“Management is here to talk to Jungkookie, Sejin-nim wants you to come, too.” He said quietly, when the younger one looked up with puffy eyes, the tip of his nose red from crying.

“I don’t want to…I just want to stay here…” He was about to lie down and pull the duvet over his body when Ha-na stopped him.

“I’ll come with you and if it gets too much, we can just go back to your room, okay, baby?” She said softly, cupping his face, to dim the flow of tears for a second with her thumbs.

“Ha-na, I’m sorry but you can’t come. It’s just…”

She nodded. “No, I get it. Just the group and management.” Pulling Taehyung to his feet, she grabbed Jimin’s wrist. “Just go with Jimin-ah, he’ll make sure you’re doing alright.”

“Of course I will.” Jimin gently took Taehyung’s much larger hand in his, giving it a tight squeeze.

“But I don’t wanna see him…” The hurt in his voice made Jimin’s eyes tear up. A few hours earlier when he had found out from Hoseok what had happened during the night, he knew that Taehyung would take it the hardest - two of the people he was closest to, had been shamelessly lying to his face for months, completely shattering every ounce of trust he used to have in them.

“You can just look at me the entire time, okay?” Ruffling his hair, he finally managed to pull Tae into the living room, where the air felt suffocatingly thick, making it hard to take deep breaths.

“Hyung,” Jungkook addressed Tae who looked like he had been crying. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

Did something happen to Taehyung? Why had he been crying? Jungkook just didn’t understand what was happening; why was nobody telling him why they all looked so worried?

Finally, Sejin cleared his throat - he was sitting closest to Jungkook, resting his elbows on his knees.

“All of you know why we are here…” He addressed the room, while the other members silently nodded, the youngest vehemently shook his head, making the manager adjust his position to face him.

“I’m not here to tell you what to do, the boss wants to speak to you tomorrow in person about all of this. I’m just here to inform you of the next steps we’re going to take.”

“For goodness sake, what have I done?” He asked, feeling the blood in his veins starting to boil out of frustration of being left in the dark.

“You didn’t tell him?”

“N-no, we thought it would be best if you told him…” Namjoon said quietly, not making eye contact with Jungkook, who so desperately needed comfort and reassuring from his older brother.

The leader’s demeanor worried him, Namjoon was usually the first to speak up about any concerns he had - never afraid to voice what was going on in his head to his members. Now that he was keeping quiet; buried underneath a smothering mountain of thoughts, he wasn’t able to handle the situation like he always did.

“Jungkook-ah..” Sejin pulled out his phone, tapping on the screen a few times before handing it to him. “That is you, correct?”

Jungkook’s body turned to stone, his insides twisted in an abundance of knots, uncertain whether he would ever be able to untie them again. Heart hammering against his ribcage; his vision got blurry as he stared at the phone, watching the video he filmed in that hotel room. His own moans blaring from the tiny speaker, repulsed him, forcing bile up his esophagus.

“Jungkook! Ya!” Hoseok snapped his fingers, trying to get the youngest attention when the next video started playing.

“I-I-… h-how?” He muttered, watching himself go down on y/n.

“We don’t know. We have people trying to take the videos down and find out who put them on the internet.” Sejin took the phone from him.

“Once it’s on the internet, you will never be able to take them all down.” Yoongi shook his head, habitually picking at the skin of this thumb.

“Jungkook what were you thinking taking those videos? You know how important your image is. Why would you risk it all?”

“Looks like he wasn’t doing much thinking at all...all the blood his brain needed to make a rational decision was a little further down south...” It seemed like a lighthearted comment, masked a joke but Jungkook knew that Hoseok indeed wasn’t messing around.

He tried hard to swallow the lump in his throat but it just wouldn’t go down.

“I-It was just supposed to be between me and…” For a second, Taehyung’s eyes met his and he just couldn’t bring himself to say her name out loud.

Now he finally knew why one of his best friends had been crying; he had to find out from strangers on the internet that two of his best friends had been slowly ramming a knife into his back. He watched as Jimin pulled Taehyung to his chest, who looked like he was about to burst into tears again.

“Jungkook…”

His brain was slowing down tremendously, not able to form an articulate sentence that would explain the whole situation.

“So you and y/n thought it would be a good idea to take those videos for what reason?” Sejin folded his arms, eyeing the youngest intently over the rims of his glasses.

“Y/n…” He breathed out her name. “How is she? Is she okay? Has anyone talked to her?” Jumping up from the chair, he frantically looked at the other members who suddenly found their knees oddly interesting. “I have to go. I have to talk to her and make sure, she’s okay.”

“Sit down! You’re not going anywhere! The press is waiting outside, it’s been all over the news this morning!”

“W-what?” He slumped down in the chair, his fingers harshly pulling at his own hair. “I have to check on y/n…”

“I’m sorry, Jungkook but that’s not possible.”

“At least let me text her.” He pleaded, tears brimming in his eyes.

“You can’t do that either. We had a meeting in the morning and we can’t let you see her or talk to her again. This concerns the whole group, we cannot risk any more damage to your image. The fans are freaking out, the press is trying to dig up more dirt while asking the company for a statement regarding the videos. You made a whole mess. What were you thinking?”

Jungkook kept quiet under the drilling eyes of the seven men around him. If they reported about it on the news then he was sure his family had seen it too and were worried about him or worse; they had to carry the burden of being ashamed of their son. But he had to push those feelings on the back burner for now.

“I-I wasn’t… it’s just something we did sometimes when we were together.”

“Wait, what about Yina?” Jin chimed in, looking more confused now that the truth was out in the open.

“I broke up with her a few days ago because I love…love y/n.” Subconsciously his fingers started picking at the little fuzz on his cheek, harder than he had ever done it before. Saying it out loud to the people who had always cared for him so deeply, felt so wrong under these circumstances. He wanted them to know that being with her wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. That he didn’t just break up with Yina because y/n seemed more exciting and new - he truly loved her but he felt like they wouldn’t understand.

“When did this all start?”

He focused his eyes on the floor, his ears were feeling hot and redness crept up his face. He didn’t want to tell them, he didn’t want them to know what he had done without any of them knowing. The last thing he wanted was for them to find out and change the way they looked at him. They always doted on him, making sure he was okay and felt loved from a very young age, and he had betrayed them all; the six boys who raised him. Jungkook didn’t want them to think that they failed because he made poor choices along the way.

“Answer the question.” Taehyung’s voice was cold, sending shivers down his spine.

Trying to buy a little more time; he cleared his throat.

“I don’t know the exact date…but it’s been months” He whispered, guilt numbing his senses - at this moment he knew that everything would change; they wouldn’t take care of him anymore, they wouldn’t make sure he was tucked in and had enough to eat during the day. He wasn’t a baby anymore and certainly not the shy teenager they had all grown to love so much.

Telling them made him feel awful like someone had punched him repeatedly in the stomach.

He couldn’t bear the thought of looking at them; their disappointment erecting itself in front of him like a monster that was about to swallow him whole.

Taehyung stood up, his shaking hands balled into fists.

“You disgust me. You two deserve each other.” Pushing past Yoongi, he tried to leave the room but Jungkook jumped up from his seat - he had to fix things, he couldn’t just let him walk out without at least trying to make amends.

“Hyung, please I’m so sorry. Please forgi-..” He tried reaching for the older one’s arm but he crudely swatted his hand away.

“Do.Not.Touch.Me.” His deep voice was laced with venom, Jungkook’s bottom lip quivered when their eyes met, not being used to the tone that was filled with so much disgust, disappointment and hurt. He could see all the pain and anger Taehyung was feeling from being lied to that he just wanted to beg for forgiveness but it was too late.

“Do I have to listen to this shit or can I go?” He turned to face their manager.

“Ya! Taehyungie, don’t swear.” Hoseok immediately disciplined his younger brother but he was ignored.

“Can I go or not?” Taehyung’s eyes were focused on Sejin, who took a deep breath before nodding. “Thanks.” His footsteps echoed loudly in Jungkook’s ears as he felt a tear roll down his cheek. Quickly he wiped it away with a shaking hand; knowing that he had just lost one of his best friends - there was nothing he could say or do that would repair the damage their friendship had suffered.

“So what happens now?” Jimin asked quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously, the future of the group uncertain.

“Not sure yet.” Sejin furrowed his brows. “We can’t just ignore it and hope for it to go away. We’ll have to wait and see what is being decided on before we make any rushed decisions. But for now, you’ll all have to lay low, especially you.” He looked at the youngest, who looked pitiful in his spot on the chair. “And that means that you will have to cut all ties with y/n.”

Jungkook shook his head; he wasn’t going to leave her, not after everything they had been through together. Not after fighting his inner demons for months to finally be with her, to only have it all taken away from him way too soon.

“Kook, don’t be stubborn! That’s what is best for the group. Do you want all of them to suffer just because you’re being selfish and want to be with a girl? There’s plenty of girls out there, you’ll find another girlfriend in the future.”

He kept quiet, he didn’t have it in him to argue because they wouldn’t understand that he didn’t want anyone else, he wanted her.

“So for now, all codes have been changed and I’m asking all of you to change passwords on your devices as well, just as a precaution. Don’t give out your numbers, we will be changing those as well over the next few days. Security will be increased and we will always have one of the managers here until this all blows over. I know, this is inconvenient but we have to get in control of the situation.” After addressing all of them, he turned to Jungkook again. “I’ll be picking you up at 9 tomorrow morning, the boss will be back from his business trip then.”

“Fine. Can I go to my room now?” Jungkook sounded poutier than he had intended but maybe he could message y/n over on her Instagram to check on her.

“No, but what you can do, is get your laptop so you can change all your passwords. I’m sorry but one of us will have to monitor you, Jungkook.”

He sighed in defeat, slowly dragging his feet towards his room.

Last night had been perfect, they won awards and talking to y/n for hours had been the best ending to the night; he just couldn’t believe that all the good things that finally started happening again, were now overshadowed by someone leaking those videos. He had cherished those videos, they were dear to his heart because it reminded him of one of the reasons why he loved her so much - he never knew what she would do next, it was exciting to be in love with her and he was missing her now more than ever before.

Carrying two bags of food and bottles of soju was more strenuous than she had expected. For a brief moment, she sat them both down to wipe her forehead with the back of her hand before readjusting her mask - the pollution had gotten worse during the day.

As she made her way around the corner, the street was filled with cars and reporters with their mics and cameras ready. Some were trying to talk to one of the security guards which there were many, more than usual.

“Ah, y/n.” The security guard she hadn’t seen since she came here drunk that one night greeted her happily “Bringing over some food, I see.” He closed his eyes, trying to sniff out what she was carrying in the bags.

“Yeah, I just finished work.” She bowed her head.

“I’m sure, they’ll appreciate it. They weren’t able to leave all day with the press blocking the way.”

“I can see that…” She trailed off, letting her eyes wander over the crowd. “Am I allowed to go in?”

“Sure, I haven’t heard otherwise.” She signed her name, as usual, and with a slight bow she continued her journey, walking up the hill to the building.

The increased amount of security made her feel uneasy, feeling like she was being watched every step of the way.

“What do you want?” A man in a suit spat at her before she could even open the door.

“I-I’m just dropping off food for my friends…” Her voice was shaking, making the security guy eye her suspiciously as if she was hiding a weapon in one of the bags.

“And your ‘friends’ know you’re coming?” He raised an eyebrow; she had a feeling that he was about to tackle her to the ground when the regular security guard from the lobby appeared by his side.

“It’s okay, I know her. She’s allowed to come in.”

“Thank you.” She whispered, keeping her head low as she walked past the grim-looking man.

“Crazy day today.” He mused, laying out two lists for her to sign.

“Why two lists?”

“One is for us and one is for them…” He nodded in the direction of the men in suits. “I also have to make a copy of your ID for them. They want to keep track of who is entering the building.”

“That’s fine.” She smiled awkwardly when handing him her card. All those men looking at her like she had done something wrong, made her feel on edge. One of them even followed her into the elevator, not letting her out of his sight until he confirmed with the security on the designated floor that she was allowed to be up here.

She tried entering the code but the all too familiar click of the lock didn’t happen.

Setting the bags down, she tried again. “6-8-1-4-2-7.” She muttered to remind herself of the combination but the small blinking red light told her it wasn’t right.

“Why isn’t it working?” Angrily she stomped her foot in annoyance before knocking on the door impatiently.

A set of footsteps indicated that someone was coming from the other side; she bent down to pick up the bags as the door swung open.

“Finally, did you change the code? I tried to…oh.” She looked up, being faced with the stern look of one of the managers. Hastily she bowed as low as she could without dropping anything. “I’m sorry, hello.”

But he didn’t reply, still just looking at her as if he tried to remember if he had seen her before.

“You need to leave.” His voice was strict, only fueling her confusion.

“But I just got here…”

“Doesn’t matter. You have to go and you cannot come back here.”

“I don’t understand, what’s going on? Why am I not allowed to see my friends?”

“Do yourself a favor and just go. Don’t cause a scene. Please, leave.”

Jungkook was lazily scrolling through his emails when suddenly one caught his eye.

“I got an email that someone logged into my iCloud.” He mumbled, making Hoseok and Jimin look up from their phones.

“Didn't you get the notification on your phone?”

“No…but my phone did ask me to log in again, oddly enough.”

“Hm technology is weird like that sometimes.” Hobi mumbled. “But it’s still kind of odd and you should definitely let someone know so they can look into it.”

"It was on the day I broke up with…” His eyes scanned the mail. “But the login happened hours before.”

“Do you think it was Yina?” Jimin’s eyes were wide in shock. “But how could she have known before you talked to her?”

Jungkook’s teeth dug deep into the soft flesh of his lip - Jimin’s words had struck a nerve.

He had wondered before how she had known where she would find him and y/n. How did she find out? He didn’t make the first move, she had already been there when he came back to the room.

“It says it was in Gangnam…not far away then.” Fingers kneading his chin, nails puncturing his skin, he tried to recall everything that had happened that day.

He had talked to Ha-na and Jimin after practice, remembering how worried y/n had been before they arranged to meet. He had met Yina in the hallway further away from the practice room, near his studio but there was nothing that would have given him away, there had been no sign that she was upset when he saw her that day.

“I don’t think it was her; I know her, she wouldn’t do something like that.”

“You can’t be sure about that, Jungkook. She was hurt and maybe that was her way of seeking revenge after you broke her heart.”

He swallowed hard at Hoseok’s words; as much as he wanted to believe that Yina wouldn’t do this, his brother was right. He brutally ripped out her heart and smashed it into a million pieces. It would only be fair for her to do something equally as bad to him and make him suffer.

He was wishing that there was a way he could get in contact with her, but he was sure that she wouldn’t want to speak to him anyway, not after everything he had put her through.

“Let the managers know, they can look into it.”

He nodded when a sudden knock on the door caught his attention.

“I’ll get it.” Their manager left the kitchen, where he was making a grocery list for a company employee to stuck up the supplies.

“We should order some food, I’m starving.” Jimin groaned, stretching out his arms before rubbing his tummy with a tortured expression on his face. “What do you want to eat? We’ll let you pick Kookie since your day is pretty shit.”

The black-haired boy scoffed. “Thanks but I don’t really feel like eating…”

“Jungkook-ah you need to eat.”

“But I’m not-…” He went quiet, the familiar voice of y/n faintly reaching his ears. “Am I dreaming?” He whispered but his brothers both shook their heads, not moving an inch to avoid making any noise.

“I don’t understand, what’s going on?” Instantly his eyes filled with tears, his heart cracked; she sounded so lost and confused. Too weak to fight the urge, he slowly got up from the couch, fully prepared to Naruto-run past his manager to finally hold her in his arms again. Everything would be so much easier to handle if she was around; they would just go through it together like they always did. Nothing could come between them, not his boss or managers, not his hyungs or even the fans; they were destined to be together and he was willing to fight anyone who tried to keep him away from her.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to see her…”

“Jk! No!” Hobi grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down.

“Please, please, please!” He begged his older brother, trying to persuade him to let him go but he just wouldn’t let go of his wrist, the pressure making his skin tingle.

Hoseok looked at the maknae squirming, trying to wrench his arm from his grasp - his big doe eyes were swimming in tears again, lips quivering trying to hold back from throwing a tantrum.

His heart hurt for his little brother, as much as he condemned his actions and the mess he got them into, he could tell how badly he needed her and deeply in love he was - Jungkook never begged for anything and him begging to see her was all that he needed to ever so lightly loosen the hold he had on his wrist.

“You heard her, hyung! She doesn’t even know what’s happening. I just want to see her, please let me go see her so I can explain it to her. She needs to hear it from me. Please…” Jungkook’s weak voice gave out when he looked up, Taehyung was standing in the doorway, tears streaming down his cheeks at the desperate pleading of his best friend outside the apartment and the manager’s strict orders for her to leave.

“Taehyung-ah.” Jimin leaned over the back of the couch to take his hand, wanting his best friend to know that he wasn’t alone and could seek comfort with him whenever he needed to but before he accomplished his mission, the younger boy had run back down the corridor, slamming the door to his room shut. seeking the comforting arms of his girlfriend.

Only seconds later, Sejin walked into the living room holding two big bags in each hand.

“Here’s some food, can’t let you starve while you’re basically locked in here.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulder, whose face showed no emotion, in order to prevent the breakdown he felt building up inside his chest. Blinking the tears away, his pupils dilated as they scanned the bags on the table. “Y/n brought food over…”

“What?” Hoseok asked, who was already busy pulling all the takeout boxes out to place them neatly on the table for the members to grab.

“Nothing, hyung.” He stood up but didn’t move, eyes still resting on the logo on the bag.

“Funny, it’s all your favorite foods, Jungkookie.” The older boy mused as he inspected the contents of yet another container.

“Yeah, funny. I’ll go get the others.” But he didn’t, instead, he made his way to small bathroom, tightly locking the door behind him. Sitting down on the floor, he pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

He didn’t want to cry but the tears kept prodding at the corners of his eyes; her voice still echoing in his mind. She didn’t know what happened, and no one cared enough to tell her; they just cut her off and forced him to do the same. Jungkook didn’t care much about his image at this point, he didn’t care that people had watched those videos - they all had made up their mind about him anyway. All he wanted now was to protect her, to make sure she was okay.

“I’ll have to find a way to talk to her…” He mumbled, resting his forehead against his knees while his fingers traced the engraved silver plate on his wrist. He wouldn’t give up so easily, even if it got him into more trouble.

“Take more, there’s plenty left. Tae needs to eat.” Jimin placed another box on top of the two Ha-na was already holding.

“No, no! I’ll come to get more if we’re still hungry.” She gave the boys a weak smile before heading back to her boyfriend’s room. He refused to leave it, not wanting to see Jungkook sitting amongst the others like a sad little puppy after committing the ultimate betrayal.

Ha-na closed the door with her foot, eyeing her boyfriend as he laid on the bed, hugging his body pillow extra tight, face buried in the tear-stained fabric.

“Tae, I have some food.” She set the boxes down on the small table while he slowly moved into an upright position to inspect the boxes.

“I don’t want it.” He said, lying back down instantly and turning his back towards her. Earlier this morning, he had been a lot more vocal about his pain, giving it a lot more room to breathe. But now he was in a phase where he’d cry and then start mumbling angrily, sometimes boxing the mattress. She pulled the chopsticks from her pocket, taking a seat next to him.

“And why not?”

“Read the fucking label on the box.”

“Choi Go Zip and what is that supposed to tell me?” Ha-na tilted her head in confusion, pushing her bangs from her eyes with the back of her hand. “Somebody from the staff went and got food for all of us. Tae, baby - I know you’re hurting right now but we’re all trying our best in this situation.”

He turned to lay on his back, a scowl playing on his lips. “It’s where y/n works, no staff member went to get the food for us.”

“How do you know?”

“She was here, I heard her talking to Sejin when I went to get water.”

“What?!” Her voice was high pitched, making her boyfriend flinch. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. Did you talk to her?” Taehyung shook his head, crossing his arms over his face.

“No, I didn’t.” He tried hard to sound cold, pretending like he didn’t care but his trembling lips were giving him away.

“Why not?”

“I-I couldn’t stand the thought of looking at her.”

“Oh Tae.” Ha-na laid down next to him, wrapping her arm tightly around his waist. “I know she fucked up, but she is still your best friend. You can’t just leave her hanging like this, baby.”

He shook his head, more tears rolling down his cheeks. “What she did…it’s not what friends do. As far as I’m concerned, she’s not my friend anymore.”

Pulling herself up a little, she pressed soft kisses to his cheeks. “I know, you don’t really mean that.”

“She lied to me, Ha-na” He blubbered, turning his body around in her embrace to bury his face against her chest. “They both did. For months.”

Her fingers gently played with his hair, trying to calm him down, his whole body shaking from the overwhelming amount of emotions that were rushing through him.

“Tae, I told you weeks ago that there was something between them..” She paused, trying to choose her next words very carefully. “Baby your heart is too big for your own good, you always want to believe that people are good, especially your friends. You’re the opposite of the grinch, you feel too much.”

He chuckled against her skin, the vibrations of his deep voice giving her goosebumps.

“You know there will come a time when you’ll need your best friend, nobody can replace her. You have been friends since you were little kids, so please baby, take all the time you need to heal but don’t write her off just yet.”

He didn’t say anything, only inhaling shakingly. She knew he was being stubborn out of anger; being lied to by the people you trust is heartbreaking but he needed time, time to process and sort through his feelings - eventually he would come around, he loved y/n too much to just drop the friend who had stuck by his side for so many years. But then again, she wasn’t going to force him to talk to her if he didn’t feel ready to face her, he would know when the time was right to take a step towards mending the broken friendship.

“How am I supposed to ever trust them again?” He croaked; her arms around him tightening, afraid she might crush him.

“Baby I don’t know and you won’t know until you decide you’re ready to speak to them.”

Ha-na opened her eyes, taking a few seconds to realize that she had fallen asleep trying to comfort her boyfriend, who was now sleeping soundly snuggled up against her side. Irritated by the repeated buzzing noise coming from the nightstand, she blindly reached for the phone - it was Taehyung’s. She pressed the home button, a picture of herself staring back at her that he had taken by the river a few weeks ago.

y/n - 8 missed calls

y/n - 13 messages Maybe it was wrong and maybe he would be mad at her for doing this but she quickly entered his passcode to unlock the phone and check the unread messages.

[y/n - 7:05pm] Tae, what’s going on? Why did your manager sent me away and told me to not come to the dorms anymore? Can you please tell me? Because I don’t understand. 7:45pm Why aren’t you answering me? Are you mad at me? If I did something, can you please tell me?

9:27pm Taehyung? Please talk to me? Ha-na had read enough, feeling bad for the girl she had harbored a lot of bad feelings towards the past weeks when the phone vibrated in her hand again.

Now you’re leaving me on read? What have I done?

She put down Tae’s phone and picked up her own from the side of the bed. She was aware that Taehyung would feel betrayed when he found out what she was about to do but she just wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she kept quiet - leaving y/n in the dark like the rest of them.

[Ha-na - 10:38pm] Y/n, it was me! I read your texts. Can you meet me at Jamwon Hangang Park? At the spot where we took you on your first weekend in Seoul. I’ll explain everything to you.

Carefully she climbed out of bed, making sure Tae was tucked in and hugging his pillow, hoping he wouldn’t wake up while she was gone.

On her way out she passed by Jungkook’s room, through the closed door she could hear a sad song playing, every once in awhile sobs reached her ears. Her heart wrenched in pain; the little one was suffering from the consequences just as much as everyone else. Sometimes Jungkook could be a little naive but he had a good heart and a good head on his shoulders; despite his previous actions. With a sigh, she left the apartment and was greeted with the fluorescent lights in the hallway and a bunch of security guards.

“Where are you going?” One of them inquired.

“Not that it is any of your business but I couldn’t sleep so I’m taking a walk.” To Ha-na’s surprise, he nodded, marking her as absent on a list.

“Be safe, Miss.” He bowed his head, making space for her to get to the elevator.

It was odd to be surrounded by so many people that were just making sure no fans or press would get inside the building; normally the community was a safe place, people couldn’t just get in but BigHit didn’t seem to believe that people weren’t going to try to get in at any cost, whether it was bribing guards or climbing over fences.

Quickly she walked up the stairs that would lead her onto the second level and to the exit closest to her destination.

Ha-na got to the park earlier than expected, for a while she sat on one of the yellow stones by the water, the cool air comfortably expanding in her lungs and clearing her head after being cooped up in Taehyung’s room all day.

This morning when she woke up, she had not expected the day to completely turn upside down the way it did. And although she had taken care of Taehyung all day, she couldn’t possibly fantom how any of the boys were feeling.

Sure, it was hard to see her boyfriend so upset, but not knowing how the whole situation would turn out for them was emotionally draining and nerve-wracking. A feeling of helplessness stirred up inside of her; she really wanted to do something to help but every single idea that popped into her head seemed silly when she gave it a second thought.

Occasionally during the day, she had checked social media just to see what people were saying, and it wasn’t good. She just wanted all of them to stay off the internet while this was going down; the mean and degrading comments towards Jungkook would hurt all of them - he was still their little brother who they loved and adored.

Something told her that she wasn’t the only one thinking that it might have been Yina, who somehow got a hold of these videos and published them to make Jungkook pay for cheating on her for months on end. There was no denying that it sounded reasonable but Ha-na had a gut feeling that this wasn’t the case - Yina once had been someone she would spend time with, especially when the boys were away, and the girl never struck her as someone with malicious intentions; her love for Jungkook was pure - she had not been in it to gain something from him or the people he knew. She pulled her phone from her pocket - she just had to try, maybe this was the one thing she could do to help.

[Ha-na - 11:16pm]

Yina, I hope you’re doing okay, giving the circumstances! I’m sure, you’ve seen what’s happening. I just wanted to ask if you had anything to do with this? I won’t tell anyone, I just need to know.

She puffed up her cheeks; she probably wouldn’t get an answer but she just had to stay positive. No matter what Jungkook had done to her, she knew that deep down Yina was a good person, who might have just acted on an impulse out of anger.

Slowly Ha-na got up, letting her eyes wander up and down the little winding pathway for bikes before crossing it to sit on the bench where she and Tae had taken y/n on her first weekend in Seoul to eat chicken and drink beer while watching the lights of Banpo Bridge. Why did everything have to change? A few months ago things were perfect, everyone was so happy and now careers were ruined and relationships were breaking apart, trust was lost and too many tears were being shed.

It was dark and cold; the wind blowing in her face made her eyes tear up but she had to keep running. Her footsteps echoed loudly on the pavement, as she finally reached the part of the park where the poppy’s bloomed in spring.

“Not far…” Stopping for a few seconds, she rested her hands on her knees, panting heavily. “Just keep going…” Sharply sucking in a breath, she sprinted the rest of the way, where she spotted Ha-na sitting on a bench near the riverbank, lost in thought.

“Sorry, I had to sneak out, my brother was still awake.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ha-na’s smile was weak, in the darkness the worry that was painted all over her face, made her look incredibly tired. “Come sit.” She patted down on the spot next to her.

“Ha-na…” Almost eerily her name left her mouth, facing her best friend’s girlfriend. “What’s going on? I’m so confused…yesterday everything was fine and now, nobody is talking to me anymore.”

“You really don’t know, huh?”

“Know what?”

“Haven’t you watched the news or were you online at all today?”

She shook her head. “No, I was at work and when I got home, I had to make dinner for my brother and I was kind of preoccupied with being worried about why Jungkook isn’t speaking to me.”

“Y/n…” Ha-na took the inside of her cheek in-between her teeth, letting her eyes wander over the black water of Han River, taking a little while to decide on how to say what she had to tell her. “Someone, we don’t know who… leaked videos of you and Jungkook…”

“What? What videos? Did someone follow us?” Her heart crashed from her chest down into her stomach, chortling awkwardly in the abyss.

“No, the videos you two filmed having sex…”

All the color disappeared from her face; the contents of her stomach wanting to force its way out of her mouth. “No..no…this can't be happening.” Her nails dug into her scalp.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but that’s why Jungkook isn’t talking to you.” Carefully she rested her hand on the other girl’s thigh. “They confiscated his phone and he’s not allowed to contact you. They want to avoid the press finding out more or worse seeing you together.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s very upset that he can’t see you..” She trailed off, keeping her eyes on the girl next to her, who went silent as tears dripped down her cheeks.

Wrapping her arms loosely around herself, she just stared at her knees wishing that the tears would stop but they didn’t.

“Ha-na, I-I don't know how all of this started…Taehyung introduced me and I was just…head over heels from the start. It was like I didn’t have to search anymore…I found my soulmate…”

Ha-na tilted her head, brows furrowing together; Jungkook had used similar words before to describe how he felt when he saw her. Maybe there was a chance that they both instantly felt a deep connection that couldn’t be explained.

“I really tried to stay away from him, I swear. I didn’t want to get between him and his girlfriend and I know I should have waited until he broke up with her but I was so in love that I just stopped caring about what’s right. I just wanted to be with him and that was all that mattered to me. He promised me so many times that he would break up with her and although he never kept any of them, I still believed him because I just love him so much, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I didn’t care that it hurt me as long as I had him. I can’t even tell you why we filmed those videos, I know it was stupid but it was all we had when we couldn’t be together and I was the one who initiated it. So it’s all my fault that he is in trouble.” Her hand balled into a fist, before repeatedly hitting against her forehead. “I’m so stupid, I should have known better… stupid, stupid, stupid.” She whined over and over with each word increasing the force of her hand.

“Hey, y/n. Stop that.” Ha-na pulled on her arm, trying to prevent her from hurting herself. “We all know what you two did was wrong but people do stupid things all the time. We can’t turn back time, the damage is done- all we can do now is try to fix th-”

“Tae knows, doesn’t he? That’s why he’s not talking to me.” She blurted out, interrupting Ha-na mid-sentence like she didn’t even listen to any of the words that left her mouth. “I know I was doing something really bad when I had to start lying to my best friend. Oh god.”

“Yes, he knows now and he is really hurt and angry with you, not just with you, with Jungkook too.” She explained, her fingers lacing with y/n’s. “But I’m sure, he will forgive you. You know Tae, he can be stubborn when he gets into his head too much but he always comes around.”

For a little while Ha-na just let her cry, she now had to process what everyone else had tried to do all day.

“Ha-na…” She hiccuped, wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket. “Do you think I can talk to the company and tell them that I will take all the blame? I’ll tell them that I took one of the videos without him knowing and made him take the second one. I’ll just lie and say I lost my phone and the person who found it, did that to us. I don’t want Jungkook to be upset. It’s all my fault.”

“He would never let you do that, y/n.”

“I know but if you don’t tell him, I can just do it in the morning. I’ll go there right now and wait for someone to show up.”

“And what good would that do, hm?” Ha-na chuckled at the ridiculousness of her words, waiting for an answer but she came up short. “The company is taking care of it. They have people trying to find who did this. You can’t take the fall for it when both of you are responsible.”

“But he worked so hard and I’ve ruined it all.”

Ha-na turned around, grabbing harshly onto her shoulders to force y/n to look at her. “You haven’t ruined it all, stop saying that. If he didn’t want to film those videos, he wouldn’t have done it. Jungkook is not a baby, he knew what you guys were doing was reckless and so unbelievably stupid. Let the company deal with it, in a week nobody will be talking about it; another scandal will pop up and people will forget that Jungkook is a normal human being who has a sex-life. It’s not the end of the world, it will all be fine.” Ha-na heard the words leaving her mouth, but it felt like someone else was saying them. Everything inside her was screaming that it wouldn’t be so easy; that it wouldn’t be forgotten in a week but her heart couldn’t handle seeing the girl in front of her falling apart and wanting to make irrational decisions to protect the boy she loved.

Ha-na checked her phone; it was almost 2 in the morning - tomorrow would be another long day. She stood, facing y/n where their ways would part for the night.

“Promise me, you’ll stay off the internet for a while and take care of yourself.”

Y/n gave her a weak smile. “I promise and you’ll text me if anything happens.”

“Of course, I’ll tell you all about Kookie’s day.” She winked, hugging her extra tight.

“Tell him that I love him, okay?”

“I will.” Watching as she walked away, Ha-na couldn’t shake the bad feeling that was trying gnaw its way into her mind. Y/n was smiling through the pain, trying to be strong because breaking down wasn’t going to make the situation any easier.

Ha-na reached the dorm a little later, after enduring endless security procedures before she could finally get back into bed. Some of the reporters were still prowling the streets around the fenced-in community, hoping they would find any more dirt on the matter.

Slipping off her shoes in the entryway, she quietly tiptoed through the apartment.

“Is he still awake?” She muttered under her breath when she stopped in front of Jungkook’s room, the crack from underneath the door indicating that the lights were still on as well as the music but the sobs had subsided. Quietly she opened the door to find the youngest sleeping on his bed.

“Wasting all this energy.” Shaking her head, she switched off the ceiling light, before turning off the Bluetooth speaker on his nightstand; deciding she’d leave on the fairy lights above the headboard.

Jungkook’s face was puffy from crying himself to sleep, the pillowcase still stained with tears, making her heart feel heavy. She had just wanted for him to do the right thing and now that he had finally done it, karma was lashing out at him - taking away the things he loved. He talked about soulmates and so did y/n, but Ha-na was a strong believer in people getting what they deserved yet she wasn’t sure if karma wasn’t being too harsh on the young boy with the big doe eyes.

She pulled the duvet over his sleeping form, gently stroking his hair as his lashes fluttered at her touch.

“Get some rest, little one.” She whispered, his lips parting in an o-shape as he sighed contently. “Everything will be okay, y/n still loves you.”

Yoongi and the others were sitting at the kitchen table, talking and drinking wine to forget how bad their day had been. The maknae had disappeared into his room after talking to their boss in the morning, wanting to be alone - sending away anyone who tried to comfort him.

“I will never understand, why they thought it was a good idea to film themselves having sex…” Hoseok took a big gulp from his glass. “I thought we taught Jungkookie better than this.”

The leader sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “They were kissing fire and now we all got burned.”

“What do you mean, hyung?” Jimin asked while pouring more wine for his older brothers.

“I mean, they knew what they were doing was dangerous, -maybe that’s why it was so enticing to them but neither of them stopped to think about the consequences and now we all have to pay. Whether it’s Taehyung being incredibly hurt by his friends lying to him or our image forever being tarnished because of those videos. We all will have to deal with the consequences of someone leaking it. From now on, we will have to be extra careful to ensure our privacy.”

“Who do you think leaked the video?” Jimin was looking at all of them curiously.

“Yina, obviously.” The oldest replied. “Jungkook was cheating on her for months.”

Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, getting cheated on is the worst. I wouldn’t even be mad at her if she did it. If I were in her shoes, I would’ve done the same.”

“All of you should be ashamed! Gossiping like teenage girls.” Ha-na scoffed suddenly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“And you should be ashamed because eavesdropping isn’t nice.”

“I wasn’t but it’s good to know that you think it was Yina when it wasn’t her.”

“How would you know?” Jin had a sour expression on his face.

“Because apparently, I’m the only one who thought of asking her.”

“You talked to Yina?” Jimin stood up so suddenly that his chair tipped over, forcing Yoongi to catch it before it hit the floor.

“I did and it wasn’t her.”

“And you really believe her?”

Yoongi waved his hand, silently telling Jimin to be quiet so Ha-na could speak.

“Yes, she told me she logged into Jungkook’s iCloud to get the proof she needed that he was cheating on her but she did not save the videos nor did she post them online. She said she was too humiliated; she didn’t want anyone to know that her boyfriend cheated on her.”

“Makes sense…”

Ha-na shrugged, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. “We all have brains, sometimes it’s good to use it so it doesn’t get rusty.” Sticking her tongue out, she nudged Jin’s shoulder on her way back.

It was getting late and Yoongi was loading up the dishwasher before heading to bed himself.

“I’ll never volunteer to do this again.” He quickly wiped a few water stains off the counter before throwing the kitchen towel next to the sink in defeat.

He let his gaze wander around the room before switching the light off, the cold floor making him shiver and wanting to get into his warm, comfy bed as soon as possible when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

“It’s almost midnight, who….” Yoongi trailed off, waddling to check who had managed to get past security at this hour.

Suspiciously, he opened the door just a bit to see y/n standing there, her shoulders hanging low, eyes swimming in an ocean of tears.

“Y/n, you know I cannot let you in, I’m so sorry.” Saying those words made him feel awful, her lips quivering dangerously.

“Can I at least speak to Taehyung?”

“He doesn’t want to see you right now…” His voice was straining as he denied the girl any form of communication with the two people she needed the most right now.

“Can I see Jungkook? Please, Yoongi, just for a minute…” He wasn’t sure if his tired eyes were playing tricks on him but he swore he saw tears falling from her eyes and hitting the marble tiles.

“I-he will get into trouble if management finds out…”

“You’re right, I don’t want to cause any more trouble for him than I already have.” She let out a choked sob, turning around to leave and Yoongi knew that he was about to do something stupid.

Seeing her being just as shaken up as his little brother was too much for him. He had doubted their love; he didn’t believe in soulmates - he did not think this relationship had a real future after hearing bits and pieces from Jimin. But his heart broke for the girl who so desperately wanted to see the boy she loved that she found a way past security in the middle of the night just to see him.

“Y/n, wait…” He said, stepping away from the door. “Go see him. I don’t know you’re here and I did not open the door for you.”

“Thank you.” She bowed, closing the door behind her.

Yoongi watched her walk up to Jungkook’s room, knocking a few times before he finally opened the door. His eyes grew wide and a gasp escaped his mouth when he realized that it was her and not one of his members bothering him again. Almost instantly he reached for her arm, pulling her into his room; a smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips. Maybe had done the right thing after all.

Jungkook slammed the door shut, his arms tightly wrapping around her- making sure she couldn’t just walk out, not when he needed to hold her so badly. It still felt like he was dreaming, he had lost count of how many times he had imagined seeing her in the last 48 hours. She nestled her face into his soft sweatshirt, inhaling his scent that always seemed to calm her fluttering heart.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away only to cup her face. Peppering soft kisses all over her cheeks to erase the tears that felt like acid against his swollen lips.

“I miss you so much, baby.” He mumbled, his lips ghosting over hers, reuniting them in an innocent kiss.

“I miss you too. Not being able to talk to you is the worst.” Her fingers helplessly dug into the soft fabric covering his chest.

“I know…” Rubbing calming circles on her back - he didn’t want to spend the short amount of time they had crying but as much as he tried to hold it together, he couldn’t and neither did she. Uncontrollably the tears kept falling, mixing with sniffles and shallow breaths in between kisses.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault this is happening.”

“Noona, no! You know that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. If I didn’t…” She wept, looking up at him with so much hurt in her eyes that he felt his heart split in two. “It’s my fault…I made you take those videos..” She buried her face against his chest; Jungkook could feel each sob in his bones.

“No one is blaming you! We’re in this together, baby, okay?” His arms locked around her torso as he pressed kisses on top of her head. He was clueless, he didn't know what to say to make her feel better when it all weighed heavy on his mind, preoccupying his every thought and draining every ounce of positivity from his body. There was no magical solution; Sejin had told him to just stick it out for now until people got bored but seeing her cry made it so much more difficult. He just wanted to do something; something that would make all the pain, all the headlines and tears go away so they could be together but there was nothing he could do, other than to hold her, to let her know he would never let her go - not even in the darkest of times.

Suddenly, she pulled away to bring some distance between them. Avoiding his gaze, she focused on the fairy lights, her vision getting blurry. Ha-na had told her not to do anything stupid but she couldn’t help but think that maybe she was the cause of all of this. If she wasn’t in his life then he wouldn’t have to endure the mean comments being made; he would be happy and doing the things he loved without being worried and locked inside this apartment.

She was ruining his career and everything he had worked for - if she wasn’t around things could go back to normal for him. She would be happy to see him happy, even if it was without her around.

“Kookie…” His name fell almost inaudible from her lips. “Everything will be okay, right? Promise me you won’t let those people get to you.”

Jungkook was taken aback, he didn’t quite know what she meant - his brain operating slowly from the lack of sleep and constantly working in overdrive.

“Promise.” He attempted a weak smile to ease her worries but before he could say anything she turned around.

“I should get going before someone finds out I was here…”

“No, please don’t go. Just stay the night.”

“You know that’s not possible.”

Slowly he followed her to the front door, where she finally looked at him with tears in her eyes. He wanted to reach out to hug and kiss her, not knowing when he would see her again but something stopped him.

Her heart was wrenching in pain when she bowed to him. “Be well, Kookie! I hope you have a good life.” Carefully her hand slid into the pocket of her jacket, trembling fingers wrapping around the white gold bangle.

“What?” He asked, panic making his pupils dilate. He didn’t understand - just moments ago she had told him that she missed him. What was happening? He wanted to stand in her way, stop her from leaving but he couldn’t move, his body had turned into stone. Unable to get any part of him to move, he just stood there like a statue even as she reached for his hand, placing the bracelet he had given to her on it.

“Give this to someone who deserves it more than me.” His insides were screaming, nerves desperately tingling to set his legs in motion but it was too late - the door opened and closed. She was gone. His heart silently breaking in his chest; hot streams of tears cascading down his cheeks in disbelief. Where did this short visit go wrong or had it been her plan all along to come to see him and end their relationship when it had just begun?

In trance, he walked through the pitch-black apartment and without knocking into the room where he knew he was still loved. Jimin was lying on his back, furiously hitting the buttons on his Nintendo Switch when Jungkook laid down beside him, burying his face in his older brother's side. “What’s wrong?” “S-she broke up...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it because if he did then there was no going back - he would have lost his soulmate forever.

Taking deep breaths, she hurried past the two security guards and into the stairwell. Cowering down in a corner, she covered her mouth to silence the sobs that were shaking her entire body. He would be better off without her; all those girls were right she was ruining his life and she wasn’t going to let that happen - after all; if you love someone you should set them free if you’re holding them back.

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berkblockman · 4 years

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Keep going // Barry Berkman x reader x Sally Reed

Pairing: Barry Berkman x reader x Sally Reed Word count: 1901 Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female and male), unprotected sex, lenguage, open relationship Request: can you please, PLEASE write a fic where bill and the reader are doing the deed and maggie walks in and it get wEIrd, (i'm thinking some ladY cuCk shiT bAbeY) you're the mastermind and i'll let take that prompt and do whatever you want with it. love your work btw :) (a/n): This was really interesting to write, so thank you again for your request, anon! Hope it is like what you had in mind when you requested it 😄

Acting used to be more like a hobby to you when you started doing theatre in college. You though that, even though everyone was always complimenting the way you acted, you could never do it for a living. That was, of course, until you moved to LA. You didn't move there because you wanted to be a famous actress or become rich, you just wanted to have a normal life with a job and a place of your own. At least, that was your plan until you started to take Gene Coussineau's acting classes.

Seeing everyone in class being so excited and so sure that they could turn acting into their way to make a living, inspired you enough to try to become a professional actress yourself. And since you were one of the best of the class, you soon got some lead roles in the plays you made. It didn’t take long for you to play the main role in some sort of ‘romantic comedy’ set in the 2000's that Gene purposed to the class. You had always played classical plays, mainly Shakespeare and some Greco-Roman authors like Aristophanes or Plautus, so this seemed like a new challenge for you, playing something that hadn’t been written centuries ago. But what you actually found more challenging was working with the person who played your romantic interest in the play, Barry.

Working with him was difficult not because Barry was a bad actor or because he was unprofessional in any way, he had improved a lot since he first got to the class. But even if it sounded as a cliché, you couldn't help but to develop a crush on him as you worked together. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if it wasn't because he was already dating another girl from class, Sally, who also was casted as your best friend and confident in the play.

By the time the opening day arrived, you were even more nervous about what you were feeling for Barry than you actually were about the play. You tried to suck it all up and be professional, but still you couldn't help but feel those 'butterflies' in your stomach whenever you had to interact with him in and out of stage. But despite of everything the play went incredibly good, and after it was finished, an agent gave you his phone number so you could work with his agency.

After you got out of costume, you headed to the bar with the rest of the class and started to celebrate the success of the play. You tried to keep your mind clear as you talked with everyone and drank a beer or two, but you couldn’t help but to notice Barry’s presence at all times. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were dying to make a move on him, but you were also fully aware of the fact that Sally was also there. The last thing you wanted was to create unnecessary drama in the class, so you went to the bathroom to try and clear your head. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you decided that you were going to head back home before anything happened, but as you got out of the bathroom, you found Barry getting out of the toilet too.

“Hey.” You smiled at him, with the intention of saying your goodbyes and head out as soon as you could.

“Hey.” He greeted you back, and as you were about to make your way to the rest of the group so you could bid your farewells, he added. “You were amazing today.”

“Oh, thank you.” The smile on your face grew bigger. “But I was only able to do it because of you. I mean, I don’t think the play would have worked out so well if I had anyone else as my scene partner.” You could see the way that he blushed as he heard your words, making you think that he looked extremely cute.

“Really?” He asked, almost as if he wasn’t able to believe your words.

“Yeah, I was kind of nervous because I had never done something like that before, but working with you has been awesome.” As you talked, you could feel the way your heart was beating in your chest. “You have been the best love interest ever.”

You looked at Barry straight in the eye as your only thoughts were about how good he looked and, before he could even reply to you, you lent in to kiss him. As soon as you realized what you were doing, you mentally hit yourself. Now everything would be awkward between you and him, and if he told his girlfriend, you would probably need to find a new theatre group. But, surprisingly, Barry didn’t pull back or stopped you, he just kissed you back. And the feeling of his lips against yours after weeks of building sexual tension was all you needed to forget everything you had ever heard about morality and loyalty.

When you started to feel that familiar heat in between your legs, you grabbed Barry’s hand and guided him into the women’s bathroom to try and get some privacy. As soon as you both got in, Barry started kissing you again, his hands running all over your body. You could feel yourself already trembling with anticipation as he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his already growing erection against your belly as he sat you on the sink and started to kiss your neck, sending you goosebumps all over your body and getting you incredibly wet. But that was nothing compared to when his hand traveled from the back of your neck to your core and started rubbing his fingers against your clitoris. By that moment, you were already a moaning mess, so you had to bit your lower lip in order to keep yourself quiet, hoping no one would hear you outside.

You were unbuttoning his shirt when suddenly you heard how someone opened the door. You immediately pulled back and looked in their direction just to find Sally standing on the door. In that moment, you cursed yourself for doing exactly what you had promised yourself you wouldn’t do and fuck it all up. You stood there, nervous, waiting for Sally’s reaction. Honestly, you were expecting her to scream at you, to call you a whore, and it wouldn’t have surprised you if she walked to you and slapped you in the face. But you wouldn’t have expected that she closed the door behind her and stood there, looking at you.

“Don’t mind me.” She simply said. “Keep going.”

As if nothing had happened, Barry knelt in front of you and undid the zipper of your jeans, taking them off alongside your underwear. You couldn’t help but to feel Sally’s stare on you when Barry started to eat you out, forcing a moan out of you. His tongue was making circular motions around your clit, making your body shiver, but you were still looking at her, wondering what was going on. Was this some kind of a wet dream? It felt way too real. But if it was actually happening, why was Sally standing there without doing nothing?

Your breathing was getting heavier and heavier by moments, and when he entered a finger on you, you decided to stop holding back and start moving your hips slightly, feeling insanely aroused. Strangely, Sally watching the two of you made everything hotter, and you supposed she also felt that way when she slipped one hand under her clothes and started touching herself.

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” You managed to say between moanings, which made Barry fasten the pace of his movements, making you reach your first orgasm.

Trying to catch your breathe and with every inch of your body still shaking, you kissed Barry again when he stood up, your attention still focused on Sally. You slit a hand under his pants and started caressing his already hard cock, gaining a few silent moans from him as you got down from where you were sitting and on your knees. Licking the tip of his dick first, you started to blow him as you heard Sally groaning. You didn’t remember being as wet as you were in that moment, but you were definitely loving it. Barry pulled your hair back as he watched the way you took him in. He knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept playing with your tongue around him that way. You took him out of your mouth and looked at Sally, who seemed extremely close to her climax. Giving one last look at Barry, you grabbed his hand and the two of you walked to her.

Her eyes were on you as you got closer to her and kissed her. She could feel the taste of his boyfriend’s precum on your mouth and it turned her on even more. You got rid of her clothes as you placed your mouth on her core, sucking carefully on her clit. You tried to be careful, fearing that you would hurt her, knowing yourself how sensible that spot was. As your tongue moved around her folds, you suddenly felt Barry enter you, making you moan against Sally. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before pounding into you, causing you to feel the pleasure building up inside of you once more.

Just as Barry had done minutes earlier with you, you introduced two fingers inside of Sally, which made her bit her lip as she tried to hold back a moan. The sight of her about to cum added to the feeling of him thrusting hard and fast into you was all you needed to reach your orgasm again, followed by the immediate release of Sally. She lent in to kiss you as Barry finished thrusting into you. When he finally came, you lied on the floor for a few seconds, exhausted.

“Everyone must be wondering where we are.” Sally said, as she started to dress up again.

“We should come back then.” You replied when you finally caught your breathe again.

You put your clothes on again and, being as discrete as you possibly could, the three of you decided to return to where the rest of the class was. The first one to leave the room, by herself, was Sally, leaving you and Barry alone again. You stared at him as he finished buttoning his shirt.

“Well, that was fun.” You stated as you put on your jacket, you walked to him and gave him a final kiss.

“Sure, we should repeat it again some time.” A smirk formed on your lips as you heard his words.

Not wanting to be even more suspicious, you got out of the bathroom and walked back to where your classmates were. Sally was already there, drinking a beer and chatting with everyone. You gave her a knowing look as you sat by her side and told everyone that you were out having a smoke. You tried to play it cool, converse normally and act as if nothing had happened as you still felt your legs shaking under the table. When you saw Barry coming back, you couldn’t help but to smile again as you thought about his words. You definitely wouldn’t mind to repeat that again.

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dontgotothenetherworld · 4 years

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I really loved your jo x frankie first kiss fic!! would you be able to do something similar for jo x reader with the first kiss/first time prompt?

mac ‘n’ cheese

i think i might’ve done a similar thing with my first jo x reader series, but why would i know it’s not like i look back at my own fics…

btw jo’s enby in this one! that has no reflection on the actual plot though. i realized that with some of the things said in this fic, that that could be perceived as painting enbies in a negative light, because in the past i’ve written jo as a girl, and now all of a sudden i’m saying their enby and also some not so nice things about them, but that is 100% not my intention.

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cw: femreader. nbjo. anxiety.

your eyes remained fixed on your phone’s screen. nothing else mattered.

”y/n?” jo asked.

you held up a finger. couldn’t jo see that this was important?

”y/n, don’t you think this is getting to be a little much?” they said.

you shot jo a murderous look. but then you quickly looked back at your screen. not a second should be missed.

jo sighed. it was clear you couldn’t be reasoned with right now.

”maria… claire isn’t your twin sister… she’s your clone.” said maria’s butler, george.

you gasped. “i suspected, but i didn’t believe it was true!” you turned to face jo, “maria’s been cloned! do you even know what this means? oh my god… what about penelope? who’s going to tell her she’s dating a clone?”

the theme music for the show played, and you turned your phone off.

”how do you even like that shit? it’s literally just a soap opera.” they said.

”no it’s not, it’s on netflix.” you said defensively.

”that… doesn’t mean anything.”

”whatever, what did you want to talk about?”

”y’know, i was hoping that i would have more of my girlfriend’s attention than a trashy netflix show.”

”it’s not trashy! and i know that’s not what you wanted to say.”

jo laughed. “i was thinking that you should come over to my place today.”

you wiggled your eyebrows, inciting giggles from your lover.

”not like that, i just want to hang out with you.”

”is that what the kids are calling it these days?” you teased.

jo rolled their eyes. “be over by six?”

you looked at your to-do list on your phone. “does 6:30 work?”

”anything for you, y/n.”

”except watching this show!” you waved your phone in their face and giggled.

”keep that dumpster fire away from me!” jo faked panic and ran away.

you chuckled and started up another episode.

a few hours later, after you finished all your homework, because you are a responsible student, you made your way to your lover’s house. jo opened the door before you could ring the doorbell.

they scrambled to find their balance, from sliding on the hardwood floor in socks. you tried to conceal your laughter.

jo cleared their throat, and held out their arm.

you looked around the house. all the lights were out, and their were candles lit everywhere. it looked like a house fire waiting to happen, but it smelled great.

jo led you to the dining room, where two places were set, with a bouquet of flowers set in between.

a sudden flush of anxiety fled down your back. “i didn’t forget anything, right? like, is this an anniversary? it’s definitely not valentine’s day…” you whispered.

”no, i just wanted to plan something nice.”

you sat down, “well, i must say i’m impressed.”

jo grinned at you. they quickly scurried off to the kitchen, presumably to get the food they had made. “i am sorry to report that my cooking ability is not quite what i had hoped, so, uh… yeah.” they placed a plate full of… well you’re not entirely sure, it was all burnt, in front of you.

”what do you mean, jo? it looks fantastic!” you lied through your teeth.

jo nodded, not convinced.

you hesitantly took a bite of what you thought was a bell pepper. it tasted so much worse than you thought, oh god. you fought the urge to spit it out.

upon seeing your attempt at hiding your disgust, jo suggested, “i have easy mac in the pantry?”

you gagged a little on the vegetable. ”yes please.”

jo grabbed the box, while you filled a pot with water, putting it on the stove to boil. jo stood next to you, both looking over the still stagnant water.

you reached your arm around to jo’s shoulder. “isn’t this nice?” you rested your head on their arm.

jo kissed you on the forehead. “yes.” and they settled their head on top of yours.

your body tensed. jo just kissed you. wait, it was just a forehead kiss, it means nothing. except it might mean everything. you and jo had been dating, exclusively, for a little over two months, and you hadn’t kissed them yet.

earlier on in the relationship, you told them that you had never been in a relationship before, never kissed anyone before, never had… y’know before. you told them that you didn’t want to feel pressured into doing anything. but here you were, two months later, and nothing had happened. you thought you might’ve given jo the wrong impression. like you wanted to be the one to initiate all those things. yeah, you asked them out, but that was because you got tired of pining after them and you had gotten a weird burst of courage.

you were caught between two different contrasting certainties. 1) you were going to have to kiss jo first, and this dinner was their way of encouraging you or 2) jo was tired of waiting and no longer cared what you thought, and was just buttering you up to get a whole bunch of your firsts out of the way with.

you felt horrible for thinking so lowly of jo, but you had heard stories of people who had pretended to be good and respectful for years before finally showing their true colors. how could you know that that wasn’t jo?

but one way of making sure that jo couldn’t do that, at least now, was to kiss them. to show them that they are not fully in control of the situation. or did they know this and where trying to reverse psychology you into it? to let you think that you’re in control when you’re really not?

you couldn’t breathe. the water had started boiling.

”y/n, are you okay?” jo asked, in that gentle and kind voice.

”i’m fine,” you murmured, “i just need to-” you turned away from jo, intending to walk away, for a little space. but your knuckles grazed across the pot, and pain shot to your brain. “fuck!” you softly whispered.

jo jumped away from the stove, “y/n!”

”i’m fine… i’m just going to put some cold water on it.” you cursed the small kitchen, with it’s oven and it’s sink a mere step apart. you ran your hand under the water, each drop seeming to remind you of your stupidity.

jo poured the pasta into the pot. they grabbed your non burnt hand. “y/n, what’s going on?”

”nothing. i’m just stupid and put my hand on a pot of boiling water. that’s it.”

jo scoffed, “you’re not stupid, y/n. you’re one of the smartest people i know.” they gave the pasta a quick stir. “i just think you’re distracted. and, you don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to, but i want to know what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours.”

was this part of their plan too? wait no, they don’t have a plan, it’s all in your head. unless it isn’t.

you teethed at the inside of your mouth, and stared at the water.

jo stirred the pasta some more, not letting go of your hand.

”i… i just thought that maybe you were getting tired of waiting. i thought that maybe you’d… jo, you know i have trust issues.”

jo was silent for a minute. “i didn’t invite you over to try to trick you into doing anything. yeah, i’d love to kiss you, but i can wait. i don’t want to pressure you into anything, okay, y/n. i know a little voice in your head is going to tell you that i’m lying, but i am going to do everything i can to prove that little voice that it’s wrong.”

you turned off the faucet, and wiped your hand on a towel. you turned and fell into a hug with them. you smiled into their shoulder, “thank you.”

jo’s phone started beeping. they chuckled, “the mac ‘n’ cheese is almost done.” they held on to you a little longer before turning off the heat on the stovetop.

you got out of their way as they finished making the meal.

the two of you walked back into the dining room, the flowers now seeming silly for the bright yellow food, so you laughed.

just before jo was going to sit down, you caught their hand. “can you kiss me now?” you asked quietly.

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shijiujun · 5 years

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if tang yi discovered that shaofei kissed another person for a work mission what would he do?? Have you an headcanon?

heya!!! hi again if you’re the anon who sent me the two previous asks on what my headcanons are - i don’t get enough of those so THANK YOU and also like i’m blown away that any person who ask me about my headcanons HAHAHA i’m sorry it took so long btw I HAVE BEEN SWAMPED WITH WORK

okay, so let’s break it down: tang yi discovering that shaofei kissed another person for a work mission - i can totally see this happening AND it’s likely that when shao fei is first assigned the role (he’s the captain, and he HAS to take one for the team because okay, the mark is gay and unfortunately, zhao zi isn’t his type so shao fei has to volunteer himself after a process of elimination, but he’s super reluctant to do it because shit, if tang yi ever finds out about this- NO, tang yi CANNOT find out, over his dead body, but then good boyfriends communicate right? what if tang yi finds out and then gets angry at the fact that shao fei didnt tell him? okay, maybe he’ll tell tang yi AFTER the deed is done, at least by then it’s done and they don’t have to think about it anymore)

and so he gets it done, tries to avoid kissing the mark as much as possible but alas, his efforts were for naught and the mark totally sneaks a kiss in and shao fei freezes but he has to do his job!!!

after, when he gets home, after he’s showered and brushed his teeth a gazillion times, he’s very quiet and keeps sneaking glances at tang yi - tang yi who looks so perfect with his hair all fluffy and down at home, tang yi in those pajamas that shao fei loves, tang yi already seated in bed, reading a book quietly as he waits for shao fei to join him in bed. shao fei could barely look tang yi in the eye earlier, and lucky for shao fei, tang yi doesn’t seem to have noticed anything wrong with him yet, but he also knows that it’s only a matter of time before tang yi finds out (and come onnn zhao zi will probably tell jack anyway and then jack somehow, for some reason, will get this information back to tang yi even tho the man isn’t working for him anymore)

secrets between the both of them have never been a good thing - just look at the four years they spent disliking and fighting with each other on the tang guo dong and li zhen jie case. and after everything they’ve been through, they promised that there wouldn’t be any secrets between them. not the important ones.

and frankly, shao fei loves and respects tang yi too much to hide this from him.

so he makes his way slowly to bed, a towel slung around his neck as he idly dries his hair, and he sits on the bed, on his side of the bed. after a moment, shao fei turns around, bites at his lips and calls-

***

“Tang.”

Tang Yi looks up from his book, his eyes crinkling as he smiles, “How was work today?”

At that, Shao Fei is once again reminded of what he had to do for work. His face crumples almost immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Tang Yi asks, his brows furrowing as he sees the look on Shao Fei’s face. “Did something happen?”

And the story just comes tumbling out. Stammering and also shooting furtive looks at his boyfriend, Shao Fei explains how he had to kiss the mark today, and he tried to avoid it as much as he could, and oh my god please don’t be angry-

Shao Fei is fully prepared to face Tang Yi’s wrath. He’s seen the man’s anger enough times over the years to know that Tang Yi is going to be pissed. Pointing his own gun at him in the car a while back and also shoving him to the floor the other time with Hong Ye before Shao Fei realised that he loved Tang Yi, and even after, that time when he revealed that Chen Wen Hao was Tang Yi’s father. Even when Tang Yi was in prison, and after he got out and they started living together for real, they had their fair share of fights, just as any couple would.

Shao Fei is prepared to spend the night in the guest room. He’ll think of how to grovel his way back into Tang Yi’s good graces tomorrow. Seriously, this wasn’t even entirely his fault, he didn’t want to kiss the mark either!

So deep he is in his thoughts that Shao Fei literally jolts when Tang Yi kisses him. He hadn’t even seen Tang Yi move so close to him, and he startles when he feels the familiar press of lips to his, because he really doesn’t expect the warm response. He was already picturing a cold, lonely and miserable night without his boyfriend wrapped around him in sleep. But he still melts into it, especially when Tang Yi presses even closer, a warm hand caressing at his cheek, at the side of his face, over his skin, and deepens the kiss.

When they finally pull apart, Shao Fei frowns, confused.

“You’re not angry? I kissed him. I really did. I mean, I tried not to and it was for my job, but I still kissed him.”

Tang Yi nods and raises an eyebrow, then hums, “So you said.”

“You’re really not angry?”

Shao Fei asks again in disbelief. Is Tang Yi lulling him into a false sense of security for some reason… What’s going on? And if Tang Yi really doesn’t mind, if he really isn’t angry then…

Shouldn’t Tang Yi be angry? As his boyfriend, seeing your boyfriend kissing some other person, it’s only normal to be all jealous and angry, is it not? What does this even mean? Why isn’t Tang Yi jealous?

An unpleasant memory surfaces. A tall vixen in a see-through mesh shirt, locking lips with Tang Yi under the dim lights of a bar, a terrible melody played by the saxophone drifting through the air-

Seeing Shao Fei’s frown and pout, Tang Yi can more or less guess what’s going through Shao Fei’s head. He feels a rush of absolute fondness for this idiot sitting in front of him, and Tang Yi knows he must definitely love this man, because how would he be so willing to put up with this dumbass otherwise?

“Ah Fei. You said it yourself, you had to… seduce your target as a part of your job. Am I really this petty in your eyes?”

“You are,” Shao Fei snorts, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking away.

Tang Yi rolls his eyes, but continues anyway. “Did you want to kiss him?”

“No! Of course not!”

“You tried your best to avoid having to kiss him?”

“Yeah, definitely!”

“Are you dumping me for someone else?”

“What?!” Shao Fei exclaims, almost jumping to his feet if Tang Yi’s hand wasn’t wound so securely around his waist. “Of course not! How could you think- Of course I’m not dumping you for him! Who the hell is he?”

Tang Yi nods, and amusement shines in his eyes. “And you love me.”

“And I-” Shao Fei repeats, and when his mind finally processes what Tang Yi just said, his entire body just… slumps over, all the tension leaving him as he leans into Tang Yi’s hold properly.

“And I do love you. The person I love is you. Only you,” he murmurs, the words both a declaration and a promise.

Tang Yi pulls Shao Fei closer, his chin resting on the top of Shao Fei’s head. He breathes out, enjoying the way Shao Fei fits just so naturally against him. It’s been more than three years since they got together, and every day Tang Yi thanks his lucky stars and Boss Tang who’s definitely watching over him, for sending Shao Fei to him.

(He thanks his mother too, and these days its easier to think about the woman who gave birth to him but never got to know him as his mother.)

“Are you an idiot?” Tang Yi huffs, almost in laughter. “This was what got you all tied up in knots all evening? Ah Fei, you’re lucky I love you.”

He doesn’t doubt Shao Fei’s love for him. He cannot. The man waited for him while he sat in jail for a year and a half. If Shao Fei was the type to cheat on him, he would’ve walked away while Tang Yi was rotting in prison, but Shao Fei stayed.

Shao Fei stayed for him, visited him every week without fail and lit up those dark days with his bright smiles that were only for Tang Yi. It was sometimes blinding, just how much Tang Yi could see the love for him, all in Shao Fei’s eyes.

If given a choice, he would choose to drown in those eyes forever.

His voice muffled against Tang Yi’s shirt, Shao Fei says, “I really thought you would be so angry. I was already prepared to sleep in the guest room tonight!”

“Well, I’m not. Although…”

As he trails off, humming in consideration, Shao Fei pulls away with wide eyes and stares at Tang Yi. “You said you weren’t angry!”

The corners of Tang Yi’s mouth curve into a smirk, and he replies, “I’m not. But you did kiss someone who’s not me. You have to make it up to me.”

Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, Shao Fei asks, “How?”

Tang Yi taps at his own lips. “You have to give me ten times the number of kisses you gave him.”

“That’s all?”

“Mmhmm,” Tang Yi makes a noise of assent. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Shao Fei’s disbelieving look morphs into a bright, bright grin at that.

There you are, Tang Yi thinks fondly.

“You said it yourself! No takebacks!”

Before Tang Yi can reply to that, he finds himself with an armful of Shao Fei again as the man tackles him. The force of the hug causes Tang Yi to fall back, Shao Fei ending up on top of him.

Shao Fei gives him a peck on the lips once, then pulls back. Kisses him again for the second time. Then a third, and a fourth, and-

-and they lose count after that.

***

WOW OKAY so i finally got like a free hour to do stuff and was just gonna briefly take a shot at this ask and headcanon and then of course i kind of died and ran away with it and as everyone knows I’M LIKE THE SHITTIEST WRITER and that’s why i do gifs and shitposts but this ran away from me literally and i’m so sorry if any of you were forced to read through this. and i’ve literally never written a ficlet/fic before whatever THIS DOESN’T COUNT and yup no worries guys gonna get right on Trapped Novel Ch. 7 and other chapters huggles

TL:DR anon i hope this makes sense?!!! thank you for sending me a headcanon, and have a cute Chris/Jake and all my love

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nekokoaa · 5 years

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hello, can i please get a Bakugou angst where his s/o breaks up with him because he doesn’t appreciate her enough and he priorities his hero work than her than their relationship and then finding out that she turned to a villain and is now with Dabi. thanks xox ((sorry if u get 2 messages like this my phone died as soon as i hit ask and didn’t know if it sent))

Fandom: bnha

Character: Bakugo Katsuki, eventually Dabi

Warning: Angsty

Word Count: 3.7 (Kind of long lol)

Ooooo, these always break my heart. Way to go, Anon-love, bring. on. the. ANGST. It’s in 3 parts btw.

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“Oh, so now you’re making me look like the fucking bad guy, right?” Narrowed red eyes traced your figure as you stormed through the apartment and into the dining area. The table violently shook when you slammed your suitcase on it. You thrusted it open so hard that you knocked over the dirty glasses on the table and they fell upon the floor and shattered into pieces. It was like it was a model of your very being, you felt used and most importantly, broken, and Bakugo was the object that caused it. You ignored the words that came flying from his lips, you had to bite down on your own because you were afraid your next words would make you lunge at him. Oh, you so wanted to lunge at him.

You swiftly turned around and you came face to face with his chest all puffed out and an intense glare was beaming from above. The hands at his sides were curled up and it looked as if the muscles of his arms were pulsing. The dining room was dimly lit by the living room’s lighting pouring through the archway that separated the two rooms. You were too caught up in your fury that you didn’t switch on the lights and neither did Bakugo. The shadow that casted his entire front was a little frightening, but you didn’t allow yourself to cower from his presence. You tried to take a step past him, but he quickly cut in front of you. He was blocking your way and in turn, you kept your eyes to the floor. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement.

“And now you’re gonna just fucking leave?” He growled those words, the very end of it rolling in a bath of toxic waste. You still weren’t responding to him and you brushed passed him to get away from the man you once loved. You couldn’t stand to be around him. And now when you decided to leave, he wanted to give you all the attention in the world. Fuck him. You thought as you left the dining room and walked down the hall to the bedroom you used to share with him. Bakugo was right on your tail, his footsteps louder than the thundering heart within your chest. He grabbed your wrist to stop you, wringing you around so that you could face him. You ripped your hand almost immediately out of his grip, your eyes narrowed into slits.

“Don’t touch me!” Were the words that finally burst out of you, your voice cracking as its pitch grew higher with every syllable. Bakugo seemed unfazed by your behavior. He held that same scowl, and his red eyes looked deadlier than ever as they added to the rage of his physical features. “I don’t have to answer to you.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Are you serious, Katuski? You’re never there for me! Now you’re suddenly interested in talking to me, in asking me questions? Where was all this for the past few months?”

He groaned, maybe growled. He looked at you in disbelief. “I have a job to do, ____! What ever happened to supporting me in my hero work, huh?!”

“Not when you practically gave your fucking life to it. Like gosh!” You made a bitter laugh. “It feels like we’re not even dating anymore, like I’m just a maid and your personal fucking whore!” You marched away from him and straight towards the closet. You started rummaging through and ripping your clothes out from their hangers and racking them up on your arm. You started moving back and forth between the dining and the bedroom, filling up whatever you can in your suitcase. You knew you couldn’t take all of your things, but you needed some to survive. Your phone was buzzing in your pocket. You knew who it was, but you couldn’t necessarily answer with Bakugo breathing down your back. So, you continued packing your suitcase and ignored the vibration. Bakugo was still saying anything to maybe deter you from leaving, you couldn’t really tell. Everything that left his mouth was just filled with toxicity and questioning.

“I should’ve just listened to my parents.” You grumbled, slamming your suitcase shut and zipping it close. “I should’ve just stayed away from you.”

He scoffed. “Those pieces of shits were never right about anything.”

“Well at least they were right about you!” Immediately, you barked back, pulling your suitcase off the table. You looked to Bakugo who seemed stunned after your comment. He usually always had something to say but he stayed silent. And the two of you glared at each other like it was your only means of communication. He looked so menacing as he stood in the corner. You found it amazing how different you looked at him now. He used to be your rock, someone you always counted on, someone you loved. Now he just looked like a stranger. You didn’t know who this man was anymore. “I’m leaving…”

“Whatever. Fucking leave. I didn’t care about you anyway.” He turned away as he spoke. You didn’t watch as he disappeared into the kitchen, opened the fridge and reached for a bottle of beer. You could still hear him as you began to roll your suitcase into the living room. “If you’re expecting me to beg you to stay like some fucking pebble on the side of the road…”

“I’m not expecting anything from you, Katsuki!” You yelled back and quickly wiped the tears on your cheeks. You headed towards the front door and left the apartment. You didn’t look back as you quickly ran out of the building complex. You reached for your phone in your pockets the moment you stepped foot on the street and called back the number you missed. You were thinking he wasn’t going to pick up at first because it rang for a while, but you sighed in relief when you heard his smooth voice on the other end.

“____.”

“Hey…”

“You weren’t picking up. Thought somethin’ happened.”

“I’m okay…” You sighed. “But I need a place to stay for a bit. Do you mind?”

You heard a soft chuckle and his teasing voice came after. “You sure? I’m not really the best of company.”

“Anything to get away from here.”

“Sure. I’ll text you the place.”

You smiled lightly. “Thanks, Dabi.”

II.

Everyone would probably call you stupid for walking into the hands of a dangerous villain. But Dabi was, surprisingly, one of your closest friends that no one knew about. You met him when he was injured and running from the law. Bakugo was almost never home, so you treated his wounds in your apartment and hid him until the law settled down. You even lied to the police when they came to question people in the area. You thought you were pretty stupid for protecting Dabi, for all you knew he could’ve killed you and escaped but there was something about him that you couldn’t put your finger on. You wanted to know more about him, more about the man behind those crystal blue eyes and horrific scars.

“Make yourself at home.” Dabi walked ahead of you as your suitcase trailed behind him. You thought it was sweet of him to help you carry your things in his apartment. It was definitely a downgrade from the apartment that you shared with Bakugo. It was located in not the best area of the city, it was quite dingy and lathered with questionable stains. There was a living room, a bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and only one bedroom which you wondered if he was going to let you borrow. There were crumpled up papers all over the table in front of the couch and the television at the corner of the room was small and viewed of nothing but soundless static.

“Only the local channels work.” Dabi commented when he saw you looking at the tv. You gave him a sheepish smile. You hoped you didn’t look too disappointed.

“It’s alright. I’m not much of a tv person anyway.” Dabi didn’t go far with your suitcase. He stopped by his couch and threw himself on it. He grabbed the remote that laid in between the cushions and just as he said, no other channels worked but the local ones. He stopped on the news channel and they were speaking of a huge rescue the heroes did a couple of days ago. Bakugo was a part of it and he helped saved children and adults from a collapsing building. They had flashed his face during the segment and you were reminded of the event that happened just a few hours ago.

“What did you see in this guy anyway?” Dabi had said, catching sight of your pained expression when Bakugo showed up on tv. You couldn’t really answer him. You looked to your feet which was covered by your slippers. Dabi’s gaze didn’t leave you. He watched you as you moved to sit beside him on the couch, a frown on your lips that separated for the sigh that slithered through them.

“I don’t know… I loved him.” You shrugged and Dabi laughed. You felt his fingers wrap around your chin, making your head turn to look at him.

“You’re better off.” He spoke under his breath, a small smirk on his lips. Those sapphire eyes that stared so strongly in your own was tough to look away from. Even with those scars on his face, he still looked handsome. Some people would probably call you crazy for thinking that way but perhaps the saying, ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ held some truth. You always found Dabi attractive even when he was injured on your couch and looking at him face to face right now was doing a number of things to you.

“What made you want to stay with me? I’m sure you have other friends that aren’t…” He let go of your chin and snorted but he still remained in close proximity to you. “Villains.”

You looked away from him and sighed softly. “I-I guess I just wanted to disappear. We have mutual friends, so I didn’t want Katsuki to find me.”

“If you really want to disappear, just say the word. I’ll make it happen. And you don’t have to worry about that noisy shit or anyone else.”

Your voice was mere whisper. Was it safe to believe him? “Can you really…?”

“Yeah, dollface.” His hand snaked down to your sides. Strangely, you weren’t bothered by his gesture. Disappearing from all of your problems really sounded like a dream and if Dabi can make it happen, you mildly wanted it.

“Then where will I sleep? On your bed?” His smile grew wider just as his hands were moving dangerously low on your body. Your face started to flush. Something was blossoming within you. Your mind started to shout against this.

“Yeah, if you want. I’d like your company. Just say the word.” His suggestion couldn’t be more obvious. You knew exactly what he was implying. If the hand rubbing on your thigh wasn’t obvious enough. You knew Dabi always had a thing for you. He was always flirtatious in his wording and you never missed his gaze that seemed to always trace your figure.

Your rationality was making a ruckus and trying to knock some sense in your head, yet your heart was full of holes that you wish was mended. You were well aware of the weakness within your heart. You couldn’t help but think if Dabi could treat you better than Bakugo ever did. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you bore into those sapphire eyes. Your body was heating up under that handsome smirk, and your skin was suddenly sensitive to his light touches.

You whispered softly, “Make me disappear, Dabi…” and instantaneously, his lips crashed into yours.

III.

“It’s been a year since she left, and they couldn’t find anything!?” Bakugo clicked his tongue as he listened to Kirishima’s rant. He knocked his head back against his couch, his phone loosely slipping from his fingertips.

“You know how shit the police are.” Bakugo grumbled.

“Where could she have gone?”

“For all we know, a damn villain could’ve gotten to her.” Bakugo was well aware of the villains targeting him and his family. It was the reason why he worked so hard. He wanted to prevent any tragedy from happening to his love ones. He did so much to protect you. Why couldn’t you see that?

“You don’t think she is…”

“Let’s hope not.”

“Well, I’ll do more investigation on my side. Hopefully we’ll find something.”

“Alright. See ya.” As soon as Bakugo hung up the phone, an exhausted sigh left him, and he buried his face in his hands. Things just haven’t been the same since you left. Bakugo was honestly expecting you to come back. He had some hope that you would on the account of you didn’t take all of your things from the apartment. He was thinking you needed some time alone after that big fight. But time turned into days, and then weeks, and now months. Every time he called your phone, it would say the number has been disconnected. He even called your shit parents and they had no idea where you were. It was like you disappeared off the face of the earth. There were no signs of you except for your belongings that you left in his apartment. He swore if he found out a villain took you away from him, he would do anything he could to rid that villain of his life.

Not only was he dealing with your disappearance but also an appearance of a new villain called Sol. This villain was probably the deadliest he’s seen. He hasn’t faced her yet but the stories he heard about her from the agency seemed like she was no joke. Her quirk was unidentifiable, but it seemed that every time she strikes, her victims would be lying in a bath of lava, and it’ll be spewing from their mouths, eyes, nose, and ears. She’s already taken several lives of civilians and one or two rookie heroes. He and Deku were in charge of finding this villain and subduing her.

“What?” Bakugo’s phone rang again and he immediately answered, hoping it was news about your location, but it was only Midoriya, informing him that he obtained information about Sol and where she was going to hit next. Apparently, it was a heist at a bank and Sol and Dabi were heading there tonight.

“It’ll be a good opportunity to intercept them there.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Bakugo grumbled. “I’ll meet you there.”

“And Kacchan…?”

“What?”

“Ah-I’m-uh sorry about ____.”

Bakugo stayed quiet. Not really knowing what to say, he hung up the phone on Midoriya. He didn’t need someone like him pitying him for his mistakes. Bakugo knew he should’ve treated you better, but it wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t understand he was doing it for you. All he wanted was to protect you, it was the only reason why he worked so hard and achieving number one hero would’ve help tremendously. Bakugo made another heavy sigh before standing up. Excuses. That’s all he seemed to make. Excuses.

After a couple of hours, nightfall arrived and Bakugo met up with Midoriya near the bank. Midoriya already informed the bankers about the heist and advised them to act normal. When the time was right, Midoriya and Bakugo would intercept the villains before anyone gets hurt. But as usual, Bakugo wanted to do things by his own rules and when the opportunity came to confront Sol and Dabi, Bakugo rushed to them. He blasted himself through the ceiling windows of the bank, ignoring Midoriya’s scream of his name. The glass shattered in seconds and fell upon bankers and civilians, they screamed and braced themselves from the upcoming shards. Bakugo sore through the bank like a bullet. In a blink of an eye, he already had his hand on Sol’s masked face. The palm of his gloved hands started to spark and crackle.

“You ain’t robbing nothing!” He shouted with a large grin on his face, his eyes wide and alert. He ignited an explosion from his hands and Sol screamed before a wave of blue fire rushed at Bakugo. He let go of Sol’s face and back away to dodge the harsh flames. Sol fell to the ground, holding her face as her mask starting to disintegrate off its bindings. Dabi moved in front of her, glaring at the smirking blond man.

“Bakugo Katsuki. Still as annoying and loud as ever.”

Bakugo laughed. “And you still look like a fucking ashtray. Want me to add more scars to that shitty mug?”

“I’ll gladly burn you to ash, so that you could shut up once and for all.” With a fling of Dabi’s arm, a wave of flames flew towards Bakugo. He deflected it with a small explosion and with his other hand, he propelled himself forward.

“Kacchan! Wait!” Midoriya finished evacuating the bank of its workers and civilians. And he called to Bakugo who just recklessly rushed towards Dabi.

But it wasn’t Midoriya’s desperate cry that stopped Bakugo’s relentless assault. It was when he caught sight of Sol ripping off her damaged mask and her face was shown in his direction. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He hasn’t laid his eyes on that face since that dreadful night. His entire world started to shake, and his fingers began to tremble. If his jaw could, it would’ve dropped to the floor along with his knees that threatened such an action.

“____?” He found his voice shaking as well. He hated how he was reduced to a puddle at the sight of your beautiful face. It’s been so long since he’s seen it and already the feelings he kept hidden within started flowing out. He was relieved yet confused. He had so many questions and he didn’t know where to start. Where have you been? What have you’ve been doing? What are you doing with Dabi? Why… didn’t you come back?

“Katsuki.” Dabi held out a hand for you and you stood up with his help, and you continued to hold his hand as you stood next to him. Bakugo noticed and started to glance between the two of you. His wide eyes were slowly narrowing into slits, just like how they looked the night you left him. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has.” He was now glaring. “So, you’re Sol?” Even Midoriya who was quietly watching, was surprised at the reveal.

“I thought you would’ve already known because of my quirk.”

“I’ve never seen you use your quirk like that.”

“Well, Dabi taught me a few tricks.” You and Dabi shared a small look and Bakugo’s face twisted in disgust.

“So, because I didn’t give you enough attention, you left to become a shitty villain and now you’re fucking with Ashtray?” Bakugo almost couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth. He really hoped you would deny it. But that offended look on your face made his tongue grow dry. He was terribly correct.

“You know damn well that’s not the only thing you did. And Dabi was the best thing that happened to me. He opened my eyes and helped me. Unlike you.”

“I was doing everything to protect you. And you’re telling me this guy was the best thing that ever happened to you?” Bakugo’s words came out slowly, but every word was tense. You could tell he was holding back on attacking. His entire being was visibly twitching as he held his fists at his sides. His eyes were tightly shut, and his eyebrows were heavily furrowed. It was like he was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. Dabi took on a defensive stance, but you remained how you were, anger slowly consuming you.

“What were you doing? Ignoring me? Leaving me all alone in that huge apartment? Telling me you never cared about me? Is that your way of protecting me, Katsuki?”

“Kacchan…?” Midoriya softly called him, just as Bakugo started to grind his teeth.

“You were never there for me! You never loved me! You didn’t even stop me from leaving! You just let me go!” You felt your tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You still weren’t over how Bakugo just let you go without a fight. You had been together with him for years. Was it that easy for him to accept your parting? Did he ever truly love you? “So, I picked my own path. Leaving you was the best thing I did for myself.”

Something seemed to glimmer in Bakugo’s eyes once he opened them. It was a look worse than what you saw the night you left him. That smirk he had on at the beginning was long gone and replaced with a frown so deep it created wrinkles around his mouth and cheeks. His very being was screaming with the intention of killing.

“You know what? You wanna be a fucking villain?” He pointed his gauntlet at you and a finger was curled around the trigger. His narrowed red eyes darkened, and his voice sounded as low as a rumbling earthquake. It shook the entirety of your body and sent a cold shiver down your spine and possibly your very soul. You took on a defensive stance by instinct. “Alright. I’ll treat you like a fucking villain!”

And with a single click, the trigger snapped off and a wall of fire blasted in your direction.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki #Dabi #bakugo x reader #dabi x reader #angst #nekokoafanfictions #bnha request

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jenotation · 6 years

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purpose | han jisung

— genre: royalty!au, romance, angst; headcanon

— word count: 2.5k+

— warnings: tears? forced-ish marriage, mentions of cancer, death, slight hints of insecurity

When you lose the purpose to live, Prince Jisung brings you another purpose to live.

okay i’m gonna do this in moi classic bullet form bc i feel like it expresses it well? idk the fuck

alright so,, for starters prince! jisung is being married to a princess of a different royal family from a different land

and by marriage, we’re talking forced with mere acceptance of jisung’s opinion.

he didn’t want that. he wanted to marry someone he loved.

he already met the princess. she had courtesy, she was pretty but she wasn’t what he was looking for.

this is when you come into the story

you become the healer/medic of the castle, since your mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and since you were the next in line to carry on this medic line of people that have been helping the royals for decades now, it was only just for you to be ordered into the castle immediately

you came from a normal, middle class, standard family that had the slight recognition of working with the royal family (this led to a lot of fake friends up your block n stuff like that ygm)

you weren’t rich is what i’m trying to say

you were brought up with manners, the same courtesy as the royals and extreme intelligence

much smarter than prince felix but let’s not talk about that

however, you wasn’t a hopeless romantic like any standard person

you weren’t looking for love, you were looking for cash because your card balance was appALLING

so you entered the castle and you were dumbstruck because a) what’s a commoner doing in a castle like this?? and b) you’re screaming because mUM WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME A CUTIE LIVED IN THIS CASTLE BC WOW THIS BOY IS CUTE AS FUCK

this was so unlike your calm demeanour btw ok next

you see the prince jisung chewing on some berries from his family garden and he looks up and he’s immediately surprised bc why didn’t his mum tell him that a guest was coming over??

have they decided to replace that princess for her as my future wife?? wow good choice mother

you immediately click yourself back into your senses and you bow and introduce yourself, “good afternoon prince jisung. i have been invited here to become the new healer and clinician of this family because my mother is severely ill. i apologise for the inconvenience, i hope you don’t mind my stay.”

at this point you were waffling whatever came to your mind

jisung smiles, “welcome to the castle...”

“y/n. l/n y/n.”

“ah, welcome to the castle y/n! i’m assuming you’re the same age as me, so let’s be on a first-name basis okay? let me take you to the room your mother stayed! i’m sure that should be fine?”

you nodded with a grin tugging your lips as you followed the squirrel-cheeked boy to the room that your mother stayed in.

after that, you settled down in your room. you liked the small pictures your mother decorated with in the room, as you see portraits of your mum and you.

how you wanted those memories to bloom again...

after a few days of working in the castle, it seems like you’ve settled well since the king and queen seem happy with your presence and you get on with jisung, so what could go wrong?

of course, when you grow feelings for jisung. after a few days. something impossible for you.

how is it that this boy made you feel butterflies in only a few days?? you don’t know what charm he had on you, but you loved him dearly

his smile, his jokes, his gentle gestures...

you loved all of him.

but of course you couldn’t love him. the second rule on your contract, after “do not steal from the castle.”, was “do not have any affairs with the royal family members.”

after 1 month exactly of your stay in the castle, with visits to your mother here and there, prince jisung’s engagement news breaks out.

and it breaks your heart, because you have to be present at the engagement ceremony.

jisung, the love of your life, is getting married right before your eyes with a princess that is much more well-suited for him. and you have to be there to watch him put the ring on her finger.

oh how sick that made you feel in your stomach. if torture was seeing spiders crawl, this was even worse.

after a week of the engagement news, you were immediately called to the hospital your mother was admitted in as the doctor on the phone said that your mother was in critical condition.

the moment you heard that, your tears poured out of your quickly-reddening eyes as you tried to compose yourself for a week’s granted leave from the king or queen.

you knocked on the door 3 times, your signal for your arrival to the king and queen’s room, and the king opened the door, with the queen lying on the bed with her nails being filed by the nail technician.

the king’s face grew concerned, “oh, dear y/n! what has happened to you?”

you sniffled, “s-sir king han, is it possible for me to take a week’s leave? i understand that this is extremely last minute, however my mother has been hospitalised for 2 months now and she is in critical condition and i must be present-”

“of course sweetheart!” the queen said in the back, sitting straight in her bed. “please - do take a week’s leave. we will employ our replacement medic whilst you are away. do take care of yourself.”

you bowed respectfully in gratitude and ran to the hospital, not caring about your attire or the way you look.

you have been at the hospital for 4 days, 3 hours and 41 minutes and you’re sitting outside your mother’s room as the doctor said that she’s had a sudden attack.

you bite your lips with fear, as more tears trickle down your cheeks and you can’t wait anymore. you want to see your mother out of pain now.

the doctor leaves the room, making you stand up from the uncomfortable seat straight away as he looks at you with the familiar stare of disappointment, some pity and empathy

“i’m sorry, we couldn’t save your mother.”

the last person in your life has left with the feeling of happiness and freedom, but you’re left behind with loneliness and agony.

news breaks out not only in the castle but also outside and in your area and all you feel around you is sympathy and pity for a teen like you and you hate this feeling because you’ve never been one for stares.

jisung was worried for you as you have been away for the full week, a much needed week, and you haven’t said a word since then. you’ve only been doing your job of addressing to cuts and wounds.

his engagement ceremony was next month, and he couldn’t stand the feeling of grief, sadness, remorse and somewhat regret if he was to get engaged in front of you whilst you were definitely still mourning over your mother that was in heaven

the final countdown week goes terribly slow for you, and you avoid jisung with all the power you have because you can’t fathom the idea of spluttering rainbow puke rubbish to him when you’re mother has left the world.

now you’re here sitting in the chair, getting ready since the queen advised that everyone should “look their best for her only son’s engagement”.

even though you hated the idea of looking pretty for people you didn’t even know on a personal basis, you had to since this was your job. the job your mother left behind: a healer and a medic.

you stand in the large hall, greeting all guests with a fake smile on your perfectly polished face, a face that’s known as the ‘royal family’s teen clinician that lost their mother last month’.

the princess arrives, and you can’t lie when you think that she looks stunning

her hair was curled perfectly, her dress a glittering cloud-pink that touched the floor and trailed behind her like a mermaid and her face glowed with a sense of prosperity, ambition and excitement. you assumed that she loved jisung as much as you do, or maybe even more.

he deserves someone pretty like her, you thought

soon, jisung comes down the castle and you catch his stare, a sign of motive reads clearly in his eyes that you can continuously stare in

you were confused with that look, but you shrugged it off anyways

the castle gate begins to close as the king and queen reach the stage with the other royal family as they recite some sort of speech that has been said for many years, like a tradition

jisung and the princess are put together, his arm in hers, as the princess smiles gleefully but jisung’s smile doesn’t mirror the same contentment

the prince and princess are given the rings that they were going to adorn on each of their fingers, but jisung looks suspicious and he begins to clench his jaw

he looks at the princess with... rejection?

he takes the mic from the irrelevant person talking and he begins, “welcome everyone to my engagement, i hope you all are enjoying tonight, however the party has only just begun...”

his parents glance at each other with confusion. everyone’s faces are painted with confusion.

“tonight, i would like to announce that i am not in love with this princess. i appreciate that all of you have come to see me, get engaged with her, however my heart doesn’t lie in her hand. it lies in someone else’s.”

“what are you doing,” queen han whispers angrily into jisung’s ear, as he smiles with victory.

“tonight, i want to tell everyone that i love someone else. someone that has been through a lot and i want to be there for them. every second with them i want to spend,” he pauses and his eyes meet yours. “l/n y/n, i love you. i understand that you are going through a lot of pain at them moment, being given a name that you haven’t accepted and with your mother leaving the world as an angel, however i want to tell you that i am in love with your sincere and gentle personality and i wish to be there for you forever-”

“alright, the party’s over everyone! thank you for coming!” king han announces, cutting off jisung with haste. he ushers the guests out of the gate as the han family and the other family stand in the hall with anger and annoyance.

“han jisung!” the queen shouts, making you jump slightly. “you are not allowed to make such decisions without our permission!”

“oh, i’m sorry,” he replies rawly. “as a teenager, i have every right to do whatever i want. even if that means to cut of such an engagement that i had no input to be accepted in-”

“enough!” the other family’s king shouts. “you have humiliated not just your family, but also our’s! you should be ashamed of yourself!”

jisung glares, “i am not ashamed of refusing to a marriage that i had no involvement in, however, all of you should be ashamed that you even thought of getting me married to someone that i don’t like, in all honesty.”

you slowly step back, cursing under your breath as you were invading their privacy, as a way to leave like a mouse, before the king catches you.

“l/n y/n, you must stay here with something you have begun.”

you heart begins to thump in your chest as you raise your head to meet eyes with many members of the royal. your hands start to tremble, as your breathing becomes uneven.

the princess gave you a dirty look before turning to jisung, “is this who you perhaps love? a commoner? a rat that’s mother has died due to severe illness? pathetic.”

your eyes turn red not with embarrassment but with anger, as you bite on your tongue in order to not say anything.

jisung looks at you, as you avoid his eyes once again. “she may be a commoner in your eyes, however she’s the most royal in my eyes. she’s not a rat; she has a clean heart and she lives with optimism. i apologise if i have hurt your feelings, however i do not enjoy pessimistic people that only curl their hair for money and don’t know the key reasons to laughter.”

you only decide now that it was the right time to meet eyes with jisung, as you feel a bit hopeful to save a relationship you haven’t even started

the queen glances at you, “y/n, do you love my son?”

you gulp hardly, “y-yes your highness.”

“why?”

you breathe in, “prince jisung is a good person. he can’t hurt a fly and he’d never intend to. he wouldn’t even fathom to hurt a fly intentionally. he gives me a purpose to live and he has a clean heart and soul. he is selfless and he doesn’t constantly care about himself all the time; he looks out for people he loves. he has a smile that lights up our, my dark world and he makes me genuinely laugh. he makes me happy, your highness. prince jisung lives with motive and purpose and he is a hard-working member of the royal family regardless of his status. he is a person that’s easy to love but hard to hate, your highness.”

the queen seemed pleased with your answer, “fair well then. i would like to apologise for the inconvenience caused, however i would like you to leave now. i hope you have a safe trip home.”

the other family seemed outraged by the queen’s words, as they left with angry slurs and heavy steps. the queen turned to you and held your hand, placing it in jisung’s, “please keep my son happy. your engagement will be arranged very soon.”

you smiled with genuine happiness as the queen and king left the hall, leaving you with jisung alone

jisung turned to you as he squeezed your hand gently, “did you mean everything you said?”

you nodded, “of course. i love you jisung - why would i lie?”

“hmm, i don’t know.” he hummed, as his face came closer to yours.

your lips met with a kiss that bursted fireworks in your dark world.

you finally had a purpose to live.

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elowynlavellan · 6 years

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Veronica Mars: Secrets.

Been rewatching Veronica Mars recently and decided that my feelings for Logan have to be expressed somehow, so why not write a quick Reader x Logan one shot? I love Veronica and Logan together, but I felt more inspired to write it for the reader instead.

Prompt: You’re crashing at Logan’s hotel room, to get away from family & friends, when he brings home a girl...

Word count: 2,400

Warnings: None

Pairing: Logan x Reader

Logan almost flipped out when he walked into his Neptune Grand hotel room and saw you eating out of a bag of crisps on his couch in front of the TV. Not only did he not expect to see you there, it being only just after school and all, but also was just about to bring in the girl who's father had testified against him in the murder of Felix Toombs. His brown eyes widened at the sight and he stumbled back towards the door where Hannah was, stammering out something like, "Oh, I think I might've left something in the car..."

You take this single moment to dash into his bedroom, turning the TV off, crisps in hand, you close the doors behind you. Your room, or the room that you've been staying in for the past few weeks, is on the opposite side of the hotel room, the one Duncan Kane used to occupy before he fled the country. But because Hannah would've seen a stumbling teenager with a bag of crisps and wild couch hair run past Logan... well, that idea was of course completely off the table. Instead, you'll just have to hide in here and hope for the best -- that they don't need the bedroom to do what they want to do.

You hear them settle on the couch as the TV is switched on, so you relax a little and thank your lucky stars that this room has a bathroom suite. You turn over on the mattress and plug earphones into your MP3 player, jamming them into your ears so you don't have to listen to their lovey-dovey talk. Logan has been a friend to you for the past couple of months, nothing more, and you're still not so sure how you feel about that. But now that he's bringing girls over... well, it doesn't fit so comfortably with you after all. You chuck him a text, letting him know how much crap he'd be in if you didn't practically leap from the couch and tumble into his room in time.

You: You're lucky I'm so quick and agile. BTW -- plugged in some music so u can make out all u want. Just don't moan too loudly or I might vom.

Logan: I thank you and thank you again. DW not 2 much making out happening here, but ty 4 the heads up. FYI do NOT go looking under my bed. U don't wanna c what's under there. Tootles.

Sometimes you admire how well Logan uses text-talk but most of the time it irritates you, and he knows it, so he does it more than often.

Not too much making out? Now that's a lie you'll never forget, why else bring the her home to a hotel room where no parents can keep a watchful eye? And the part about not looking under his bed? Of course you would snoop, it's almost what you do best, other than sleeping over everyone's houses in Neptune because going home is just too much right now, of course.

You glance at the closed door and then duck down close to the bedroom floor and peer underneath the bed. A few boxes lay close together, some odd dirty laundry the cleaners never found... and a white coloured CD with black marker writing: Mix For Y/N.

You quickly shuffle around through Logan's belongings, hoping to not find anything too incriminating, and finally pull out his old CD Walkman. You plug in your earphones and slip the CD inside, then press play. Immediately your ears are engulfed by loud screamo, intense guitar filled music and you almost yelp loudly-- almost. You pull the earphones away, still hearing the echo of the music even when they're no longer in your ears, and then find your phone to text Logan once again.

You: Wow. U are an idiot.

Logan: Hey! I told u not 2 look!

You: My ears are suffering.

Logan: UR own fault

You laugh quietly to yourself over his last text and then decide that chilling on Logan's bed with your own, non-screamo music plugged into your ears will just have to do for entertainment until his girl leaves. You've grown used to the Logan Smell, and it's not a bad smell either. You hope he doesn't mind you snuggling up in his blankets... soon, your eyes grow too heavy and sleep overcomes you all too quickly.

Hannah leaves, thankfully only a small kiss goodbye, and Logan's thoughts go suddenly to you. He feels guilty that he had to push you out of the living room, but thankful that there didn't seem to be any complaints. You don't know a lot about the murder case, but you believe Logan when he says he didn't do it. You don't know Hannah's connection to the case, or how her father falsely testified because of his link to the Fitzpatricks.

Logan walks quietly towards his room, carefully listening out for any sound from within. He hears nothing so he decides to knock but there's no answer. When he opens the doors he immediately spots you curled up on top of his bed, wrapped loosely in some of his blankets, your MP3 Player still on and playing tunes. He nears the bed and watches you breathe rhythmically before carefully pulling away your earphones. He goes to leave but then notices the blankets aren't over your body completely, so he tucks you in and then closes the bedroom doors while he awaits his next guest outside on the couch.

You wake up and notice your turned off MP3 Player, wrapped up in your earphones on the bedside table. You remember you're inside Logan's room and wonder if they've finally left or not. You rub the sleep from your eyes and get up from the bed. You twist the doorknob and open the door barely, to see. You hear voices, Logan's and a girl's. Blonde. But different, not the girl who was here before. Jeez, how many girls can he have over in one night? She turns around for a quick second and you realise it's Veronica Mars. You gasp close to inaudibly and back away from the door, right now you're on good terms with Veronica so if you walked out from Logan's bedroom... well... you know the history they have.

"It's alright, Y/N, you can come out."

Your eyes widen as you hear Logan speak and suddenly wonder if you could just hide under the bed instead. However, you know you can't just sit here now that he's mentioned your name, so hesitantly, you walk out of his bedroom, meeting eyes with Veronica. She smiles, although you can never tell if she means the friendliness behind it or not.

You smile back, "Hi... Veronica," you glance quickly at Logan who only seems to be amused by this, "It's seriously not what it looks like."

Veronica looks between both you and Logan.

Logan laughs, "Yeah, I had a surprise visit by a girl I've been seeing and... well Y/N had to go hide for me."

Veronica shakes her head, "Right, that girl, Hannah, huh? How's that working out for you?" You notice an edge to her voice, and wonder if it was on purpose or not.

He looks away, as if ashamed, and you suddenly wonder who this Hannah girl really is... "Fine Veronica. Just fine."

She then looks over at you, still no emotion that you can properly identify, and you're unsure if your good terms just turned to bad terms, "Are you staying here?"

You glance again at Logan who only shrugs at you, "Yes... Yeah, I am."

"You know, your friends are worried about you."

He quickly interjects, "Why would her friends be worried?"

She rolls her eyes, "Because Logan, Y/N hasn't been going to school much lately and she isn't staying at her own house anymore, clearly."

Logan looks to you, as if questioning you. He knew you weren't at home much these days, because of your being here obviously, but he didn't know you weren't making much of an appearance at school. You blamed him not seeing you on the very different class schedules you have, besides Journalism, but you would just excuse yourself by claiming you were busy taking photos for the articles. He usually didn't think much of it, at least, until now.

"You haven't been going to school?"

You look to your feet, "I... uh..."

Veronica turns to Logan quickly, "She's been staying here but you haven't noticed her disappearance from school? Are you kidding?"

He throws his arms up, while sitting down on the couch, out of frustration, "Haven’t you noticed I've been a little busy, you know, trying to clear my name of murder?"

She shakes her head and doesn't reply.

You sit on the edge of the couch, looking at him apologetically, "Logan, I... I'm sorry I lied--

"If I ask how your day has been at school and you tell me that it was fine, I expect you to have actually been there--

You roll your eyes, this conversation quickly starting to sound like the ones you have with your parents on a daily basis, "Since when did school matter to you? Didn't you just blow off like two months of it with Dick and Beav's step-mom?"

Logan sits back into the couch defeated, although definitely pissed. Veronica doesn't say anything, although you do spot a sense of enjoyment out of all of this.

Veronica packs up her laptop and slings her bag over her shoulder, "I should probably get going, we can talk about your case tomorrow if you want." She passes Logan and heads towards the front door, "See you Y/N!"

You sigh and regret what you said about Logan and Mrs Casablancas. "Logan, things at school," You sigh again, "Things at school are shit right now, and I didn't want to tell you about it all because you've let me stay here for the past couple of weeks and... I guess I didn't want to mess that up."

He doesn't look at you for a moment, but when he finally does, he seems to understand. "Why has it been shit?" His voice is quiet and genuinely caring; concerned.

You shrug, "Those friends Veronica were talking about... let's just say them worrying about me is a total lie. They just like to gossip. And my parents, well, you know all that."

He scoots closer to you on the couch, an arm wrapping around you to bring you closer to him, "Neptune is a shithole." His statement is so matter-of-fact you can’t help but laugh.

Shaking your head you reply, "I really am sorry though, I shouldn't lie to you if I'm staying here."

He sighs, "It's okay. I guess I don't expect you to tell me everything..."

You look up at him with a grin, "Why, because you don't tell me everything?"

His eyes widen, and he feigns shock, "Excuse me?"

"This Hannah girl, huh?"

He shakes his head, "That is nothing to worry about."

You screw your face up in confusion, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He leans his face close to you, his cheek brushing against your face, his nose almost touching yours, "It's just something I have to do."

"Something to do with the case?"

"Yeah," he says it quietly, almost too quietly, and you know whatever it is he's doing, he's not so proud of it.

"Don't get into any more trouble."

His body shakes with the laughter, "Starting to sound like... hmm... everybody I know."

You look into his eyes meaningfully, "I'm serious Logan, that night on the bridge must have been scary enough for you, you don't need anything else right now..."

Logan suddenly thinks back to the van that swooped him away unconsciously one night, after the bridge incident, when he woke up in some shed or warehouse with a man pointing a gun at him, playing Russian roulette with his dick. He hasn’t told anyone about that, and he probably won’t be sharing it with anyone any time soon. He looks at you seriously, no more Logan wit or sass, "I promise, I won't do anything to cause me anymore trouble, okay?" Although he says it, he’s not so sure how true that claim really is.

You lean in, only slightly closer, and squeeze him with your arms around his neck. “I know you hate it, but I’m only saying it because I care.”

You begin to release him from your hug, but before you can settle back into the couch, he turns his head and follows you back into the cushioning. His lips touch yours and at first your startled by this kind of affection from him, but you kiss him back, your hands sliding up the back of his neck into his hair. He pushes you back so you lie down instead of leaning upwards, a gentle hand on your waist and the other leaning on the couch cushion. You continue kissing as his body brushes over yours, heated and impatient, your hands fumble at his shirt. He slips it off with ease and your unfortunately reminded of the many times he's had practice with all of this, but you push it to the back of your mind, well, more like it's forced back as he unbuttons your own shirt. He dips closer to you, his heated kisses leaving your lips and instead pressing on your neck, a trail of them left towards the center of your chest.

Suddenly, two sharp knocks bang against the front door and your both apart in seconds. You look at Logan and he looks at you, him shirtless and you as good as it, both surprised but not regretful. His eyes cling to yours for a moment but then the door shakes again with a couple more knocks and your both reminded someone is waiting to be answered. He quickly kisses you again before picking up his shirt, telling you that whatever it was you both were doing is most definitely not over yet.

"Hello, guys? I left my phone!" Veronica's voice echoes from outside the hotel room and you quickly do up your shirt in haste as Logan answers the door.

Veronica walks in and quickly retrieves her phone but as she heads back towards the front door she eyes you, "Y/N, your buttons aren't done up right. Maybe I should knock a little longer before--

Logan shakes his head, pushing her out the front door, "Annoy, annoy like the wind, Veronica!" As he comes back towards the couch he smiles at your blushing cheeks, "Oh don't worry about it, Veronica isn't a gossip, just nosey." He kisses you gently and slowly, drawing it out for a moment before breaking away, "Now, where were we?"

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petersspidey · 7 years

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Dear Peter

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I'm a huge fan!

A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I'm partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I've ever written)

Warnings: Nah

Masterlist

Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?

You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.

“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.

“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”

“No,” you said.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.

“That’s what I thought,”

“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”

“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I'm coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”

“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”

“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”

“Fine,”

You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.

As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.

“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”

“I’d tell you too bad,”

Peter moved past you and walked into your home.

“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”

“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”

“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.

Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”

“Now you know why I always study at your house,”

“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”

“Meh,”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.

There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.

“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”

“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”

You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.

“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”

“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added

You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”

“Better than okay, I'm starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”

“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”

Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”

“I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off.

You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.

Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.

There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.

Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.

Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.

Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.

I can’t open it, can I?

No.

I shouldn’t.

Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.

Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.

“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.

“You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”

You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.

“It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.

You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.

“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.

When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.

You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“No, why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”

“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”

You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.

“Christ, I can’t believe I'm doing this,”

Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.

“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”

“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”

“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.

You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”

Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.

It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.

By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.

“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”

“Oh, okay,”

Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.

“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”

Peter kissed your cheek and left.

You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.

When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.

He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out.

Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.

Dear Peter,

First of all, fuck you.

Second of all, I can’t believe I'm writing this stupid letter.

I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I'm doing. I'm writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.

You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.

Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.

I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.

I still can’t believe I'm writing this down.

I really am in love with you, Peter.

Y/N.

Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.

Peter,

This is so ridiculous that I'm writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You're my best friend and I can’t.

You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.

I stand by my statement of fuck you.

Y/N.

Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.

Peter,

I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I'm scared to lose you. It feels like I'm losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I'm crying and I wish we were together.

Y/N.

Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.

Peter,

It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard? I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.

Y/N.

Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape. Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.

You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.

“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”

Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn't wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.

“I needed to see you,”

“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,"

“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.

“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”

“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”

“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn't realize that you were this upset,”

“I wasn't just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”

Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”

“Don't make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”

“Darling, I'm in love with you too, I'm not going anywhere,”

You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.

Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.

“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”

“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”

“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.

“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.

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turnsoutnoonewasexaggerating · 7 years

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Part 11 of The Sam Diaries

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10507836/chapters/27140973

20:47: Is this Eunoia?

20:47: Yes? Who are you?

20:48: It’s Neil Josten. I was trying to get hold of Sam’s number to tell him the police got a hold of the guy at the game but I couldn’t find it.

20:49: If u managed to get a hold of my mobile number in Greece I don’t think it was the police who took him away

21:01: Why doesn’t Sam have a phone?

21:05: He broke it last week and hasn’t replaced it yet Also kinda still can’t believe I actually know u pls b nice I am too excited and tired for this conversation

21:05: How did he break it? And I don’t think I’ve ever been good at nice sorry

21:06: He dropped it on the floor Apparently me in lingerie causes him to lose all motor functions

21:07: I didn’t need the extra info

21:07: Your fault for asking. Anywho, I’ll pass on the message. Thank you again for the game tickets and congrats on how well you played

21:09: Andrew’s probably bought those game tickets ten times over in ice cream by now

21:09: That is… Maybe a little bit true. I should probably give him discounts at this point

21:10: Do not it is hard enough keeping him to his diet schedule as it is

21:10: Rodger that. 21:11: Sam just asked me what I’m laughing at He is shocked and appalled at the idea of a meal plan

21:15: Don’t ever let him meet Kevin Day. He loves meal plans more than he loves his wife

21:16: Poor wife 21:20: So apparently ur demi too? Oh Shit sorry Sam’s just told me not to mention it I just haven’t met anyone irl other than Sam Ignore it

21:30: It’s fine 21:45: So Sam’s demi and he was just born like that?

21:46: Yes?

21:47: And you’re not demi right?

21:47: Nah I’m just a boring heterosexual.

21:48: I didn’t know there was a word for it I just thought I was different

21:49: Well u r but it’s not a bad thing. And it seems to be working for u guys fine!

21:50: Yeah. Thanks Eunoia.

10:52: Neil, I need to apologise I never thought I was going to get answers as to what happened to my parents And I definitely didn’t think the answers would be btw ur parents were spies Like that’s not a reality I ever had to live in Don’t get me wrong I’m 100% ready to stab ur uncle if he ever comes near me But Sam’s convinced me I shouldn’t have taken that out on u it’s not ur fault I’m sorry

11:10: Your parents were killed to save my life. I should be the one apologising. Are you ok? Also do not attempt to stab my uncle you will be killed before you even met him

11:11: Calm down crazy. U didn’t kill them. Sam's helping me through it. It's going to take a while to rewrite them in my head. I can't believe they lied to me for so many years. It's like, did I even know them? But the best thing for me is to get back to work doing what I love. And finish up wedding decisions as well :) I figured that. My parents were the good guys tho right?

11:12: I might as well have I'm glad you've got Sam. All the members of the FBI I’ve met are pricks but they were on the right side of the law I suppose. And they got taken out because they were too good at their jobs

11:12: Pls pass Andrew ur phone

11:13: Ok… 11:14: What?

11:14: Pls get ur bf’s head out of his self-deprecating arse. Also how much ice-cream will it take to win u over? I have a lot

11:15: Unfortunately it’s been stuck there since he was born. I’m sure we can come to an arrangement. Just how much of your ‘Death by Chocolate’ do you currently have stocked?

11:16: How big is ur fridge?

When Andrew had finally managed to coax a nervous and still visibly upset Neil out of the Maserati and into the shop (thankfully there didn’t seem to be any other customers in yet; Andrew had a feeling Neil would like this conversation even less in public), it’s to find Rosa deRosales behind the counter, not Eunoia. Rosa and Andrew stare at each other blankly.

“Oh yeah, Rosa, those famous Exy players I was talking about come in here all the time, I don’t really know why, but they’re pretty chill so don’t give them special treatment.” Eunoia’s voice calls from the back, getting steadily louder as she makes her way to the front. “Can you get the door for me babe?”

Rosa breaks eye-contact with Andrew to push the door to the back open and lets Eunoia, hidden behind a tower of white dopplers, into the front of the shop. She places them down on the counter carefully, having still not noticed Andrew and Neil.

Andrew takes a second to look her over. In all honesty, she looks like shit. She has bags under her eyes that speak of not just a bad night’s sleep but a truly horrific one, and she’s hobbling like she’s injured her feet in some way. Her hair, for the first time in their acquaintance, is tied back away from her face, and it makes her look serious in a way she rarely is. Her eyes are still slightly wild and more than a little haunted, but she’s calm in the way she unstacks the boxes and there’s nothing fake about her smile as she thanks Rosa.

“How long have you worked here?” Andrew says finally and Eunoia startles and looks at him in confusion.

“This is my first shift.” Rosa replies quietly, fidgeting with her apron. “I’m just helping out Eunoia while she gets some new staff, but I still fill her ‘fucked-up’ criteria.”

“You know each other?” Eunoia asks, gesturing between the two of them, giving a disapproving glance at her friend for calling herself and the other employees fucked up. Andrew shrugs.

“We were in the same foster home, but not at the same time.”

“Oh.” Eunoia says in surprise, and then she glances at Rosa and pales. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Rosa replies, and Eunoia looks vaguely sick when she looks back at Andrew. Andrew quirks an eyebrow, feeling like he’d missed something.

“I’m guessing that’s why you were barely sober over November and December in Junior High.” Eunoia says quietly, still talking to Rosa but not taking her eyes off Andrew.

“I couldn’t believe he was really dead after I’d spent all of Freshman High hiding from him at your house.” Rosa agrees, just as softly. Neil and Andrew both stiffen.

“I suppose that makes Eunoia one of the ‘good friends who got you to the hospital in time’?” Andrew manages, eventually. Eunoia shakes her head.

“We didn’t go to the same university.”

“Not that that stopped her from flying halfway around the country to visit me in hospital in the middle of her exams.” Rosa smiles, poking her friend in the side.

“Way too many fucking coincidences.” Neil says, blinking at them all. Eunoia agrees with a laugh, and if it’s a little more hard-won than it usually is, that’s to be expected. They’re going to be ok.

"At least half of those better be mine." Andrew deadpans, pointing at the dopplers, when the feeling in the room gets a little to sappy for him to stomach, and this time when Eunoia laughs there's nothing hesitant about it at all.

“Andrew.” Kevin’s never been one for conventional greetings.

“Kevin.” Andrew replies, because neither has he.

“Are you free?” Andrew assumes he means to chat, and wonders when Thea had managed to persuade Kevin to be a little less brisk and demanding on the phone. He’s not entirely sure he likes it. He stretches out on their couch, secretly pleased with the fact that he’s short enough that his whole body fits on it lengthways with some wiggle room, and closes his eyes, listening to Neil switch on the coffee machine. Neil thinks that when the coffee machine is whirring Andrew can’t hear him singing along to the radio, and Andrew sees no reason to inform him of the truth, especially when after last week’s mess with Sam and Eunoia, Andrew was worried the singing wouldn’t come back for a while.

“From Neil? Unfortunately he’s still alive and annoying as ever.”

“Of time constraints you bastard.” Now there’s the Kevin he knows and- Knows. “I thought we could get lunch.”

“You live on the other side of the country.” Andrew deadpans, intrigued despite himself.

“And now I’m in your town.” Kevin says back with his usual stoic demeanour, no hint as to why he’s travelled hundreds of miles just to take Andrew out for lunch.

“What happened? Did you finally leave Muscles to do something about your Knox boner? Come to have a gay crisis with me?” Andrew can tell Kevin’s fuming through the phone, and Andrew knows the only reason he hasn’t exploded in rage is that he’s not sure what part of Andrew’s speech he’s most upset about.

“No.” Kevin grounds out, through gritted teeth. “I’ll meet you at that Italian place Neil took us to last time. Don’t bring him.” The line clicks dead before Andrew can ask what the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

“What the shit is going on, Day?” Andrew announces as he strides up to Kevin’s table, ignoring the waiter chasing after him about waiting to be served. Kevin flicks an apologetic look at the staff as Andrew sits across from him, who predictably all swoon over the handsome celebrity.

��I owe you.” Kevin says, uncomfortably. It’s the last thing Andrew ever expects him to say. Luckily Kevin is used to Andrew’s taciturn ways and keeps talking without being prompted. “I didn’t hold up my end of our deal.”

Andrew’s eyes narrow as Kevin clenches and unclenches his scarred hand. He doesn’t think the striker even knows he’s doing it.

“You don’t owe me anything.” Andrew says, eventually. Kevin frowns at him.

“I know it’s been ages but that doesn’t make it ok.” Kevin protests, and Andrew wants to snarl at his stupidly thick head. He hated dealing with people who didn’t understand him.

Which basically translated to he hated dealing with anyone who wasn’t Neil.

“I came up with that deal because I was desperate, and much as I meant to hold up my end of it, the way I went about it was all wrong. I built my entire life around Exy and I didn’t think for a moment that you couldn’t do the same. I knew for certain that Exy could be more to you if you just let it, and I was right, but it couldn’t be the be all end all for you.” Kevin trying to apologise is almost amusing enough for Andrew to want to continue the conversation; his face is contorted with the effort of saying the right words, and he’s still failing miserably. It’s quite possibly the first time Kevin’s tried to genuinely apologise in his life. Andrew’s fairly certain he practiced this little speech.

“You’re not listening Kevin. You don’t owe me anything.” Kevin blinks.

“I don’t understand.” Andrew rolls his eyes and looks out the window as he fidgets idly with the knife on the table in front of him. Unfortunately not sharp enough to cut the pest.

“You picked Neil.” Andrew’s hand tightens around the knife at his admission, and he watches as understanding dawns on Kevin’s face.

“Oh.”

“You’re paying for the food.” Andrew insists, not letting Kevin linger on the topic for any longer.

“We’re only here because it’s got some options with really rich carb intake.” Kevin says sternly. Andrew sometimes amuses himself thinking about Kevin’s face if he saw how loosely Andrew followed his meal plan. (And by loosely he means one night a week he eats whatever green vegetable-filled meal Neil forces down his throat, and only because Neil hates vegetables just as much and Andrew will one day capture on camera the face Neil makes around spinach.)

Andrew sends a text to Neil informing him that he’s leaving Neil for his bowl of pasta later on, and occasionally offers a comment on Kevin’s latest analysis of the upcoming season, admitting to himself quietly, with a little bloom of warmth he usually only feels around Neil, that it’s because he enjoys talking to Kevin.

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andyl394 · 7 years

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REQUESTED - Blind date

Request: Can I get an valentine's day Bucky x Reader, pls? It can even be a drabble maybe some fluff or sexual tension? u choose <3 - Anon

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2,159

Warning: FLUFF!, Sexual tension, Cursing, make out session.

(A/N): Ok, I’m working my way through the requests, I’m really trying and some of the requests are AMAZING AND I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THEM AAAAAAAAAAAA! Btw, I’m so sorry for having taken this long, but to be honest, I write the requests on the day I receive them, my big problem is to FINISH THEM. And I’m not even kidding.

MASTERLIST

“C’mon, Y/N! It’s just a little game! What is the problem with that? You’re single, all the people that will participate are single, maybe you could finally found love and as a bonus, you won’t have to pass the Valentine’s day alone… Again.” You narrowed your eyes at Natasha’s sadistic smirk

“And how is exactly this ‘little game’? The last time I trusted you on a blind date, I ended with Brad, the jerk from the Intelligence. He couldn’t stop talking how he is soooo fucking smart. The whole fucking night, Natasha.” She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders, biting her lower lip and shaking the box she had in hands

“This time, destiny will chose.” Nat gave you a cheeky wink and you sighed, rolling your eyes and sliding your hand inside the box to get a fucking piece of paper

“Table four, at seven” Reading it out loud and frowning your brows, you curiously looked at Natasha, she smiled excited and you thought that that was weird, even for her. “You know who took the same paper, don’t you?”

“Maybe. You’ll love the company, I’m sure of it. Wear black.” She waved her hand and quickly ran from you, making you roll your eyes again and look around the corridor, trying to remember exactly what you was going to do before Natasha start to follow you around, shaking the fucking box around you.

A frustrated groan slipped out of you when the reminder of the task popped into your mind, you couldn’t control the disgusted hiss:

“Fucking smart Brad.”

“Hey, Doll.” Raising your eyes to Bucky, you controlled the sigh when the Winter Soldier rested his hips on the balcony next to you, smiling softly. Why do you have to be so god damn hot? “What’re you doing?”

“Nothing that important, just finishing my ‘study’?” You heard his chuckle as you rolled your eyes; he knew what that was about, obviously

“Steve?”

“And Natasha. That little prick threw these files to me and I didn’t even notice! I’ll probably even be late to my date.” Humming in acknowledge, his eyes walked all over your figure

“You also have a date?” Snapping your eyes back to his, you studied him, taking his suited sight again, now noticing the flowers resting on the balcony on his other side. Those were the exact flowers you liked and you thought how fucking lucky was the woman who would go to a date with him.

“Also, huh?” His blushed cheeks made you giggle, even though the thought of someone else going on a date with him made you sad, you couldn’t stop him from following his life.

You were too coward to call him on a date before, scared that he would shut you down and start to avoid you, as he did with one of the Intel girls.

“Yeah… She’s one of the prettiest and smartest woman of the tower.” Your mind flew, trying to remember any woman from the tower that would suit his definition of pretty.

“Are you going out with Nat?” He laughed loudly as you continued to do your work, trying to get it done so you could go get ready for your blind date. Even though you weren’t excited about it, being late was never a thing of yours.

“No, no. Actually, Nat that set me up with her.”

“Is it Lauren from the IT?”

“Nop.”

“Jen from the Intel?” Bucky took your figure, you were still wearing your uniform from the mission you had arrived and he couldn’t help but to think how lucky he was to have Natasha as his friend so she could make you go on a date with him.

“Not, actually.”

“Well, do Steve consider himself as a ‘she’? Because I ran out of names.” The light chuckle made his lips crack in a smile, watching you finally finish your things.

“Not that I know of. Huh, you know her pretty well, actually.” Still not being able to think of somebody else, you closed the files and shrugged your shoulders, packing your things and smiling to Bucky, trying not to sound annoyed.

“Enjoy your date.”

“You to.” His warm smile made you feel bad for wishing that his date went horribly wrong, so you sighed and headed to the apartment’s floor so you could get ready for your blind date, the only thing you could do was to pray that the guy that you were settled with, wasn’t a complete douchebag.

It took you long than expected, especially because you had to change your dress after Natasha came bursting into your bedroom to hand you a black dress she found and that she thought it would look perfect on you.

“Well, I surely can’t feel my boobs, so it’s working?” Her laugh made you sigh and look yourself in the mirror, you liked what you saw. “Nat, I swear to god, if I dress up this nicely and the guy you settled me up is Mark, the other Intel jerk, we’ll be in great trouble.”

“I promise you, you’ll love your date.” Her lovingly stare from the mirror made you smile and take a deep breath after grabbing your hand purse.

“Well, I’m ready to meet the lucky guy.” Natasha laughed and got a hold of your hand, leading both of you to the elevator. “Oh yeah, who’s your date?” A surprise blush spreaded over her cheeks as you smiled widely. “Is it Steve?!”

“Uh… Yeah.” You squealed in joy; it was obvious to you that both of them liked each other and it always made you smile when they would just stare at the other when they thought nobody was looking.

“You finally grew some and asked him out!” Nat laughed at your excitement.

“But you didn’t, huh? You didn’t ask Bucky out.” She wobbled her brows at you, making you sigh and nod with your head.

“I was too late. Someone asked him first, and it had that stupid mission that didn’t give me time to it before. Besides, he seems to really like his date.” You mumbled, sad with the thought of someone else enjoying his company that night.

“I know that, I settled her with him.” Slowly glancing at her, you saw Natasha scrolling through her phone as if she hadn’t just betrayed you.

“What. Did. You. Say?” Looking back at you, she shrugged her shoulders

“He asked me to. Bucky said he really likes the girl and I’m also his friend, you know that.” You huffed, denying with your head and narrowing your eyes at her relaxed figure. “Oh, don’t look so bitter. You also have a date, and he is the most amazing guy you could ever imagine. I’m sure you two will get along.” Her devilish smile made you shiver thinking that the person you were settled with was a jerk. “Table four, don’t forget.”

It was a fancy restaurant, you didn’t like that.

“Can I help you Ma’am?” You smiled politely at the old man dressed in a tuxedo

“Yes, can you, please, lead me to table four? I think someone might be waiting for me.” He nodded with his head and signed for you to follow him.

The air got stuck in your throat when you saw familiar shoulders, the ones you liked so much. You prayed with all your might, wishing that the table that Bucky were sitting; was table four.

“I deduce the nervous gentleman is waiting for you.” You giggled, clutching tight into your hand bag. Oh boy, you loved Natasha.

“You lied to me.” Your playful tone made Bucky smile and get up with the flowers in hand, when he turned on his heels and looked at you; all of the air seemed to get out of his longs with the sight of you.

“Wow, you are looking… Wow.” You smiled widely at the men in front of you, only not falling to your knees because you had seen him before.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckled and handed you the flowers, pulling you gently by the back to sit. “And you lied to me, Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, yeah? How so?” You bent over the table, getting closer to Bucky and smiling at his confused face.

“You told me the gal you were going on a date was one of the prettiest and smartest of the tower and, you told me I knew her really well. Do I look like I know myself, James?” He chuckled, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine when you said his first name.

“You are one of the prettiest and smartest woman in there, there is no use denying it.” Laughing, you saw him shift uncomfortable on his chair. You quickly looked around to see some tables staring at him, it wasn’t hard for you to get up and stretch you hand at him.

“I want to eat pizza.” He smiled at your hand, happy that you also were a trained assassin, so you noticed how he was feeling under so many eyes.

“I know just a place, c’mon, Doll.” The grin you sent him made his hear race at an incredible pace, well if you didn’t ran away when you recognized him, then maybe there was a chance of you feeling the same way as he.

Luckily, Bucky went with a car and not with his motorcycle.

When you were about to open your door, Bucky moved faster and did it for you. Your heart seemed to want to run away with the speed he was beating against your ribs; the ways his eyes shined made you stop just to stare at him, amazed by the beauty of the men that you were on a date with.

“What?” He chuckled, red cheeks and still waiting for you to take your sit.

“I’m just amazed by your beauty.” The smug on your face seemed to make him blush even more, looking at his own shoes, flattered by your compliment. Giggling, you finally entered the car, winking at him before he closed the door and walked to the driver’s side.

“For the record, I always get amazed by yours.” You kept staring at him, surprised by his tone.

It was low and hoarse, making you want to jump on his lap and kiss him hard, that same feeling you had when you saw him for the first time on his combat gear.

“It’s rude to stare.” Bucky placed your security belt on you, since you had been hypnotized by him; his face inches from yours, so close that you could see perfectly the small wrinkles on the high parts of his cheeks, so close that the smell of his cologne sent you to a buzzing zone, shaking you to the core.

“And it’s rude to be so damn hot.”

You expected him to get flustered, but then, he turned his eyes at you, those that you once thought were crystal clear, were now as dark and luscious as they could, the image sending goosebumps through all your body.

You quickly took off your security belt to jump on his lap, his lips crushing against yours.

The kiss was all teeth and bites, his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as you tugged on his hair like your life depended on it.

His lips traced your jaw, moaning when you panted, trembling on top of him. Bucky enjoyed the way you unconsciously rolled your hips on him, he also enjoyed your short dress as he raised it to grab a hold on your butt cheeks, leaving love-bites all over your collar.

“Gosh I love you so much.” Your eyes snapped wide and your whole body tensed, just like his. There were those ten awkward seconds where you tried to let those words sink in.

Bucky loves me.

Backing away slightly, you saw he was just as pale as he was when he first found out about twerking, his eyes glued on your collarbones.

“Say that again?” If your heart wasn’t running fast enough, now he was ready to blow out of your chest.

Bucky took a deep breath, relaxing and smiling sheepish at you; he crossed his fingers behind your back and sighed.

“Yeah, you heard right. I’m in love with you ever since the day you wrecked into the kitchen to punch Tony for talking shit about me.” You stared into those blue eyes for long seconds, watching them grow worried. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I don’t want to put any pressure on you for reciprocating my-”

Your mouth shushed him gently and you could feel him relax even more under you, sighing and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too.” You didn’t knew who was with the biggest smiled, all you could tell was that you were in deep love with that men.

And you were happy with it.

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