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Heroes: Spencer Reid

Request: cooould i request a spencer reid x reader where the reader and Spencer are on a car ride? it could be that they are on a case and they have to drive (maybe the jet is broken? or something idk) and it's sunset, they spill feelings and so much fluff? 'With Heroes by David Bowie'

rb: @ellyhotchner

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Warnings/Includes: mentions of Spencer's gunshot wound, kissing, fluff.

Spencer Reid chuckled as he crutched toward the SUV parked in the lot. He was a little too fast on crutches for a man who had been shot in the leg. It was a little while since he'd been let back to work and he stupidly lied about being allowed to travel so now, the way for lesser trouble was to have him drive back with another agent and Hotch assigned the dreadful task to you. "Could I at least drive?"

You shook your head as you caught up, "Flex your foot, Reid." He paused, putting his foot out and flexing it. With an immediate intake of breath and wince of pain, you shook your head again. "I will drive."

"Fine," he sighed, tossing you the keys. He paused again sheepishly at his door. "W-would you mind helping me into the car?"

"Yeah, of course, I'm sorry-" you pressed the unlock button and walked to the other side of the car with haste, taking Spencer's crutches and standing still so he could use your arm to stabilize him as he climbed in.

His thin fingers lingered on your upper arm for a second and he blinked a few times before looking up at you through his hair. "Can I choose the music?" He asked it as if it was the most serious question in the world. But he knew what was coming,

"Hell no!" You bat his hands away and darted to the other side whilst Spencer tried to beat you to the radio. He was already in the car, so of course, he beat you to it, but you jumped into the driver's seat and bat his hands away again. "Damn it, Spencer. I won't sit through another four-hour drive of nothing but Simon and Garfunkel!"

"I don't want Simon and Garfunkel!" He protested, his eyes wide. You couldn't stare him down without your heart racing, so you waved your hand in dismissal, starting the car as he fidgeted with the sound system.

Pulling out of the dank, dark of the precinct parking lot, both of you had to shield your eyes from the sun. Staying inside an interrogation room all day, you two were hardly aware it was even day. You checked the car's clock- it was nearing six o'clock.

Late spring, the days were getting longer. Shielding your eyes with the visor, you pulled onto the road. Spencer clicked a button and music began to play. You looked at him, mock-anger in your eyes and hit him in the shoulder, "This is Simon and Garfunkel!"

"Be nice, I was shot!" His voice climbed in pitch. Your hand shot forward and Spencer was faster, so he caught your hand before you could even touch the radio. His hand was cold as ice and his palms were soft. Spencer wouldn't hurt you, so the most he could do would be to stop you from acting. Your heart skipped a beat and the car swerved the slightest bit. His voice was higher now, "Eyes on the road!"

He was lucky he was so gorgeous, it saved him from a lot, but you'd never tell him that. He'd probably use it to his advantage and you had never been good with romantic feelings, so it was best you treated him with... friendly hatred. There was a thin line between working well together and working too well together so you used your friendly hatred to try and hide from the team... maybe a little... well, they're all profilers- it was for peace of mind.

So you let him have his Simon and Garfunkel, but only until you made it to the highway and you moved fast enough to get to the radio.

"-Playing you the top 80s hits all day, every day," the radioman said before the song kicked in. You laughed at Spencer who looked like he just entered hell.

"We grew up in the 80s, don't tell me you don't like 80s music!" You gasped, turning your head back to the road. "Spencer..."

"Actually, studies say the music you listened to in high school is the music you're supposed to like for the rest of your life, meaning for us two, the mid to late nineties."

You nodded, then glanced over again, "But didn't you graduate high school at twelve, boy genius? That would be... 1993?" You recounted his years at school and then your own shortened experiences.

Spencer shook his head, "It's-it's the time period of a typical person's high school years. From when we were... uh- fourteen to about seventeen for us, even with accelerated minds. I listened to Simon and Garfunkel and you were... stuck in the 80s?"

"Probably," you laughed, turning up the music as you continued down the freeway. The sun continued to shine, going from soft natural light and eventually sliding into a deeper shade of orange.

It had already been an hour and a half on the road and you had your hand out the SUV window while the sweet wind blew the left edge of your hair in boundless spirals. Spencer had just finished a long, educational rant about the production of record disks, which you already knew about, but listened anyway. You loved how excited he got to tell you things, his hands flailing about, gesturing to demonstrate ideas and thoughts.

Looking over, he seemed to enjoy feeling the air on his skin and wind in his hair. So you decided to drive onto one of the side roads, surrounded by dusty hills and rising dunes for twenty minutes more, letting him relax without worrying about his head being taken off by a semi. He deserved it, after all, he risked things to come out here.

It was finally your turn to put on the radio and you caught the radioman doing his little talking blurb, this time discussing the topic of summer cottages before the song kicked in.

Heroes by David Bowie. You gasped, "Oh my god, I haven't heard this in ages!" Spencer looked over and smiled a little, ruffling his hair. You didn't notice that smile of his, you were busy going absolutely ballistic over this song that meant so much to you. The song always made you feel oddly limitless and free. You didn't regard his constant admiration for you in the moments when you weren't looking.

You had turned up the music and let your hand out the window do the dancing you couldn't in the car. This song was powerful, beautiful, and your focus was balanced between music and road, not on Spencer, who seemed to be sinking into the beauty of the song as well as the beauty of you.

He always admired your liveliness. You brought out the less analytical, fun, youthful side to him and he really did need that sometimes. Watching you drive, hair blowing, he remembered the lyrics to the song. They may have been locked up in his mind somewhere, but he knew them and watching you enjoy the music so freely, he tapped the window's edge and mumbled along.

You didn't really care about much in those moments, because when you looked over and saw Spencer knew the lyrics, something about that made your heart flutter. The music, the lighting, him. You.

The view out the window was magnificent. Red sand, a dipping ravine and you were overtop of it all. Everything about these moments continued to get better, so you decided to pull over. Just for a minute.

"What are you-" Spencer started, but looking out the window he saw just what you did. You put the car into park, but kept it on, turning up the radio and hopping out. Spencer was able to get out of the car himself and crutched over to where you stood against the SUV door.

♬ We could be heroes, just for one day ♬

Oh, it was so gorgeous you could stay here forever and not need anything else, ever. That was until you turned to Spencer, admiring how he looked on this abandoned roadway, standing in the golden light, shadows cast perfectly over his face. You smiled up at him, time seemingly slowing for all of this to happen. It was an odd notion that the world continued to move when it was just you, him, and David Bowie blasting loudly on the radio.

He was thinking the same thing as he watched the way you shut your eyes for a moment, taking it all in. You didn't want to shut your eyes in fear maybe all of this would disappear. The dream-like lighting and Spencer, looking as if he was sculpted by the most talented artists, just seemed too perfect to really exist there with you.

But you needed to pull it together just for a moment, just to make it seem like you were still there with him, because if you stared too long, maybe you would accidentally fall into said dream.

"Not many views like these in Quantico," you turned to face him and he looked down at you before turning to face you as well. His hands were on his crutches but they looked like they begged to be in his pockets so he could rock on his heels. "It's so beautiful."

"You'r-" he coughed and cleared his throat, brows furrowing as his head turned back to off the ravine. Was he about to- no, you were kidding yourself? There was no way, it was the Bowie. "It is beautiful. E-especially with the lighting."

You nodded, "Mhm. I didn't know you knew any Bowie."

"It was actually Bowie's 12th studio album, released on October 14th, 1977, the only album in the Berlin Trilogy that was actually recorded in Berlin. I... read and listened." He scrunched his nose, probably afraid you wouldn't like him ranting, but you always listened.

You cringed, "I may have already known that."

"Oh, sorr-" he cut himself off when you smiled at him. There was something about this song that made him want to tell you everything he'd ever thought about you from the moment you'd met. Something about the lighting that made you so much more enticing and entirely beautiful. Of course, he already thought you were the most gorgeous person in the world, but right now, you were glowing.

And you were thinking the exact same thing. He was standing less than two feet from you, looking down at you. Tall, beautiful, glowing. He was silent, as were you, but Bowie sang loudly to cover the sound of both of your beating hearts. Your smile faded, but it showed in your eyes.

Spencer looked at his feet while the song took over and he tucked your hair behind your ear without hesitating. You bit the inside of your cheek as he reverted back to where he stood, his straight-lipped smile kind and genuine. His eyelashes fluttered from your eyes to your lips and he was standing there. The feelings were unspoken, but all the same, mutually understood.

So you went to kiss him. It was all you could do and it was all he was wanting, but there was a shooting pain that shot up his leg like fire as he took the step forward, pulled by your hand on his shirt.

"Shit! Ow- my... hm... my leg-" He hissed in pain and you immediately let go. So much for that buildup. You would have kicked yourself mentally if it didn't already look like Spencer had been kicked by ten muscular men on leg day.

You covered your mouth with one hand and gripped his elbow with the other, "Spencer, I am so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking- all of it completely slipped my mind and I am... God, I'm so sorry, can I help?" You launched into random rambling, your heart racing.

Spencer reached up to your shoulder for stability and his head bowed to rest on your other shoulder for a half-second. You let him stabilize himself because he was in pain, but that wasn't his intent. Not a tick more later, his hand moved an inch up higher on your shoulder, then moved to the place between neck and shoulder. His hand continued travelling upward until it was on your cheek.

Taking you much by surprise, as you thought you caused him more pain than he was really in, he pressed his lips to yours as the last chorus hit. He finished what you had failed to properly start and there was no longer any more shame in that mess. His right crutch clattered to the ground and he didn't seem to care at all. His hands held your face firmly as your hand went right back to clutching his shirt, keeping him close as you kissed him back with the same passion.

Golden light, David Bowie, a gorgeous view, an abandoned road, and each other. You may have pinched yourself to check if maybe this was a dream, but it wasn't. Spencer wouldn't stop laughing when the kiss ended- that breathy, happy laugh you always admired. You weren't sure why until he held out his wrist to show you that he had pinched himself as well and you both burst out laughing a little harder than you should have. If this was how the world ended, you would end it in the best possible way, entirely content. But this was far from the end of anything, in fact, it was only the beginning of a whole lot of BAU teasing once they got a hold of the happenings of this road trip.

You gave Spencer a knowing look, scrunching your nose and he was thinking the same thing again.

"Maybe we'll lie to them for a bit?" You suggested, cringing again with a slight smile.

He nodded comprehensively, fighting a returning smile. "Keep this as far from Derek Morgan's hands as possible." He tucked your hair behind your ear again and finally grinned at you before picking up his crutch and letting you help him back into the SUV.

He got to the radio before you did and you gasped in near disbelief. "Spencer, no Simon and Garfunkel!"

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING STRAY KIDS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Minho

A ⇴ AFFECTION

After a long day, Minho can be very affectionate with you. He tends to keep his affection private when no one else is looking just so the two of you can enjoy each other’s company. If you need affection, he’ll be more than willing to give it to you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The boys could tell he was into you straight away as he became incredibly shy. He was never the loudest in the room when it came to his members, but when his eyes fell on you for the first time at the studio, he was desperately trying to come up with a way that he could head over and approach you, without the members getting involved.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

The only person he spoke to before confessing to you was Chan, as he knew he’d be the most supportive. He relied on his smile more than anything else to try and impress you, he wanted everything to go perfectly. When he approached you, you could tell straight away how shy he was, happily listening to him ask you out on a date before accepting. His cheeks turned a light shade of red as soon as you accepted, looking around for Chan.

D ⇴ DATES

He was surprisingly meticulous when it came to your dates, something no one ever expected from him. When it came to his relationship, he wanted everything to be perfect, because nothing mattered more. He tended to choose active dates for the two of you, but when it came to a special date in your relationship, he’d make sure to take you to a nice dinner or plan a romantic evening for the two of you. Most nights he just liked to settle down with you in front of a film or something just so he could be around you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He’d never been in a relationship before he met you, he was far too shy to ever really be able to approach a girl. He definitely was cheeky, but around you especially he lost all of that behaviour with his blushed cheeks. Having focussed for so many years on his dance and Stray Kids, he struggled to begin with when it came to adapting to a relationship, but with your help he soon found the perfect way to make sure both parts of his life were fulfilled without a single problem.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

It takes a lot to wind Minho up to a point where a fight occurs, he’s surprisingly sensitive and hates to know he’s upset you. He might give off the impression that he can be quite cold, but don’t be deceived, his delicate heart hates confrontation. He’s been through enough upset in his life to let little things get to him, more so with you. If the two of you do argue, he never lets it escalate too far, he’ll sit down like an adult and talk with you rather than raise his voice, he’s a lot more logical than he’s given credit for.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Being an only child, you knew his parents were bound to be protective of him which added the pressure onto your shoulders. Luckily for you, they were very trusting in Minho’s judgement, and if he liked you enough to introduce you to his family, then they’d like you too, so long as he was happy, so were they.

H ⇴ HOME

Most of the time the two of you tended to do your own thing at the dorm, but that didn’t stop him wanting to think about your own place too. He missed the privacy of having somewhere just for the two of you as he knew what his members were like, walking in uninvited most of the time, which he didn’t think was fair.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ one night after the two of you had settled in front of a film. The room was silent, and the two of you were laid side by side as he leant forwards and whispered into your ear. As soon as he’d said his cheeks turned a dark shade of red, hiding himself away from you. You couldn’t help but smile at how coy he was, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Minho was one of the quieter characters in the room most of the time, especially around members like Han, so he tended to not have your full attention. He hated to describe himself as jealous, but he didn’t like when your attention wasn’t fully on him. It was one of the other reasons why he tended to prefer that the two of you did your own thing at the dorm. As much as he liked to see how well you got on with those who were close to him, he knew there was a boundary that his feelings would push to, and he hated to see you pass it.

K ⇴ KIDS

The both of you were very aware that children were a long way off for you both, but that didn’t stop the two of you beginning to think about the future. For the first time his focus wasn’t entirely on the group, now he had someone else to take into consideration. He’d always had hopes about having a family in the future, but for the first time he really felt like he’d found someone he could share those aspirations with.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

His cheekiness and sarcasm always brought a smile to your face, his off the cusp remarks always took you by surprise in the best possible way. He’d spend most of his day making sure that you had a smile on your face, and if you didn’t, he wouldn’t stop cracking jokes until you did. You loved sitting back and watching him wind his members up, especially Seungmin, which would only encourage him to do it more, at the expense of everyone else. Nothing could brighten up his day more than the sound of your laughter.

M ⇴ MISSING

Whilst he wasn’t entirely dependent on you, he definitely hated times when he was away from you. Tour was always the hardest part of your relationship, he’d never really had that person that he yearned for before when he was away, until he met you. The boys would often rally around him whenever he went quiet as they knew he was beginning to think about you. He’d rely a lot on talking to you every night to get him through the time away from you, but no matter how hard you both tried it was never the same as actually being able to see you.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He’s very private again with your nicknames as he is with your affection, Minho never really settled on anything for you, it varies always, ‘love,’ ‘jagi,’ ‘sweet,’ you can never predict what nickname he’s going to choose for you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Minho is obsessed with your smile, it’s his favourite part about you. He’s main job as a boyfriend is to make you happy in life, so if he succeeds there, then he knows he’s doing a good job. It’s all he wants from the world.

P ⇴ PDA

Again, he’s very private around people who know him, the most you’ll get out of him is maybe a quick hug or a hold of his hand. You knew PDA was something that he was uncertain about, so even just the smallest of gestures from him meant a lot to you, never would you pressure him into doing anything he didn’t want to do.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

You can always rely on Minho to ask if you’re alright. He’s very attentive and caring, whenever he meets your gaze or sees you for the first time in a while he’ll be sure to check up on your mood.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACT

When he had time to himself, Minho loved to dance, and when he did have those moments, he loved to come up for little routines to perform for you. No one else would ever get to see them they’d only be for you. He’d come home with a huge smile on his face and show you the little routines you’d come up with. You loved to watch him dance, so you’d never complain, especially when it was dedicated to you.

S ⇴ SEX

He’ll always do his best to look after you during intimate moments, he’s very careful and caring during every moment. He’s not the most dominate person, so the two of you tend to switch roles quite frequently depending on your moods. He’s very affectionate during those private moments, making up for all the times he often feels like he neglects you in public.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You can usually expect texts from Minho at random parts of the day, he’ll always want to just check up on you and see how your day is going. Or if he’s going to be late, he’ll always be sure to let you know with a text.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He was well known for being quite private a lot of things, but never around you. He’d never been open with anyone like he was with you, he knew he could talk to you about everything and anything and you’d always be there for him.

V ⇴ VACATION

The two of you going on holiday was a very rare occasion, but when you did, Minho would work hard to make it a special occasion. He’d pull out all of the stops to make sure that the two of you could relax and just enjoy being around each other. His favourite holidays were the ones where the two of you did absolutely nothing, and just relaxed.

W ⇴ WHINING

If he didn’t get his own way, he would be more than happy to let you know that he wasn’t impressed until you gave him what he wanted.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He was always very loving with the kisses he gave you, each one always meant something, he’d never kiss you without reason. First in the morning he’d always greet you with a kiss, and whenever the two of you got a few moments to yourself he’d do exactly the same. He’d always hold you close when he kisses you, he likes for there to be little distance between you both so that he can have you tucked into his chest where you belong.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite person in the whole wide world, no one else even came close.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Minho tended to fall asleep with you close to him, pulling you tightly into his chest. He much preferred to be the bigger spoon, but if he’d had a bad day or craved some attention, he’d be known to curl into your side too.

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witches-and-cows · 3 years

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And You Came Again (Come Again pt. 2)

martin whitly x fem!reader

requested? i saw a few people ask so i will deliver

warning(s): suggestive dialogue, martin being himself (i love him), cursing, maybe

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You woke up giddy, your eyes shining. You’d cleared a second visit to Claremont with your boss which meant that you got to see the silver haired sociopathic bastard that had your heartbeat quickening and your face heating up.

You faced your closet, pulling out a [f/c] dress (one that indiscreetly pointed all the attention to your chest and legs) humming to yourself.

You knew that you shouldn’t have been so excited to see someone who’d murdered so many others; He was seen as a monster, a “psychotic killer.” He had a nickname and everything!

“But dammit if that psychopath isn’t hella attractive,” You muttered to yourself, pulling on your shoes and putting on your coat.

You climbed into your camera woman’s car, waving her off as she handed you a list of questions. “I don’t need those, I have my own!” Quinn furrowed her brows, looking at you quizzically as you touched up your makeup. “Are you alright, [Name]? You seem....fuzzy headed.”

“I’m fine, Q.”

She pulled into the daily New York traffic, pursing her lips. “Mmhm,” She hummed, smiling softly. “Meet someone?”

You were taken aback by this question, but shrugged apathetically. “You could say that.” Quinn went to retort, but turned up the radio as Queen’s ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ started blasting from the speakers. You sang along, happily anticipating Martin’s interview.

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Martin whistled to himself, smiling to himself as the buzzer rang out, indicating that someone had come to see him.

He turned, expecting the [e/c] eyes of the news reporter he’d charmed, but instead faced his son, Malcolm.

“Ah, my boy. What can I do for you, son?”

Malcolm squinted, noticing his father’s mood. “You seem happier, Dr. Whitly.” Martin shrugged dismissively. “Do I?”

Malcolm smirked, his hands clasped. “Did someone come to visit? Ainsley, or Mother?” Martin again shrugged dismissively, his eyes crinkling because he was smiling so hard. “Ah, [Name]. A pleasure to see you again.”

You waved sheepishly, biting the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. “Hello again, Dr. Whitly,” You mumbled, face warm. He held up a chained hand in greeting, looking you up and down. “You look absolutely ravishing today.”

Malcolm watched your interactions carefully, noting how you seemed so eager to speak with his father, your posture relaxed, eyes twinkling.

If he didn’t know any better, he could say you were taken with the serial killer. He pressed his mouth into a thin line, then smiled, taking your hand. “Hello, [First Name] [Last Name]! It’s so nice to meet you. My sister speaks highly of your work in documentaries. You did one on--”

“--The Inner City Slasher. ‘Blinded by the Slash of a Knife, the inner city was terrified into their homes those fateful few months in 2014.’”

You recited the most iconic line of your most famous work, looking into the eyes of Malcolm Bright. “And I’ve heard of you, Mr. Bright. Kicked out of Quantico for doing what you had to. Such a shame.”

Malcolm’s eye twitched discreetly, nodding. “Yep! So what brings you here? The Surgeon already has a documentary.” You took your hand out of his, furrowing your brow in confusion. Why did he care so much? “Uhm, they wanted a more experienced documentary maker in the chair.”

Where the fuck had you seen Malcolm before?

“You’ll have to excuse my boy, he’s very, ah, intuitive, when News outlets come along.” You sucked in a breath. His son, you thought. Malcolm Bright is actually Malcolm Whitly, son of the Surgeon.”

You regained your composure, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Well, Dr. Whitly, let us get on with our interview.”

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Your interview was once again derailed, your questions thrown out of the (figurative) window, and in their place easy conversation.

“So, Martin, you seem to like my company more than you’d like to admit,” You stated, as Quinn turned her camera off, conversing with David, the security guard.

Martin looked bashfully through his eyelashes, face red. “Well, I hate to say it but I think I’ve fallen for you, [Name]. You’re the first person in a long time to look past what I’ve done in the past. It’s....refreshing.”

You played with a loose thread on your jacket, reveling in the glow of Martin’s confession. “Well, uhm, I like to think you’re at least a bit remorseful, Martin. And you....you’re the first guy in a little while to want to talk to me.”

Martin chuckled softly. “I guess we’re both a bit of a fresh start for each other, hm?”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

You stood, brushing your dress off. “Well, I hate to say it, but I have to go.” Martin smiled sadly. “I hate to hear it.”

“I could come back! Off the job I mean,” You blurted out, surprising yourself and the other two people in the room. You kissed your teeth as Quinn choked on her coffee. “Stuff it, Stanton,” You muttered in her direction. She raised her hands in an “I surrender” gesture, coughing.

You turned back to Martin, who blew you a kiss. “I look forward to it, [Name]. I’ll see you.”

You let Quinn go before you, turning again to catch the kiss and hold it close. Martin cleared his throat.

“Oh, and if you come back dressed like that, you’d better arrange a conjugal visit. I’d like to see it on the floor.”

Your eyes widened, and you squeaked out a, “Bye, David!” listening to Martin’s laughter follow you out.

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diavolosthots · 4 years

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DARK DECEPTION CHAPTER 9

READ CHAPTER 8 HERE

Authors Note: whats popping I'm back. Sorry it took so long. 😅 I have no clue if that's the same gif i used before whoops. Also I hope you enjoy "Brain-Wrecker3002" the best console in the Devildom. So bare with me and Mario kart. Just do it for the sake of the story.

Warnings: none

Pairing(s): Diavolo x Reader, Leviathan, Barbatos

Diavolo wasn’t kidding when he said he had set up a gaming room. You had yet to know all of the castle’s layout, but you were certain that this was one of the biggest ones. “For me?” You questioned, not necessarily intending for it to be said out loud. “For everyone, but I imagine you will be spending quite a lot of time here, My Lady.” Barbatos seemed too nice, as always, but you didn’t have time to worry about it. You were staring at a gigantic screen half the size of the wall. Red cushioned floor beds were made into seating areas with snacks and drinks right beside each one. Consoles for days, both from the human realm and the Devildom itself, along with games that you both loved and couldn’t wait to try, “this is amazing.” Honestly, your jaw was on the floor and you had to look around the room one more time to make sure it was real. Barbatos chuckled behind you, but excused himself for duties soon after, and for a while, you just stood there in the massive room.

Although amazement seethed through your body, you had to take this opportunity and realize that you were finally alone and not locked up in his room. You weren’t going to be completely alone, no, but you were going to be with an outsider, and Leviathan nonetheless. Of course, none of this meant the coast was clear, and you were almost certain that Barbatos, and or Diavolo, were watching you, somehow, someway. You needed to be smarter than them. You needed to find a way to tell Leviathan something without them noticing, or at least noticing right away.

“(Y/N)?” You jumped at the voice, turning to see Levi standing there with Barbatos, who was still smiling way too casually. “Levi!” Happiness ran through you and you immediately ran toward him, engulfing him in a humongous hug that had him stumbling back before he caught you. Of course, it was very awkward, for him anyway, but especially with Barbatos just standing there and it took every fiber in your being to pull away and not stick to him like glue. “I missed you.” It was an honest sentence; you did miss him. Actually, you missed everyone, and even if it was Mammon coming to visit, you really wouldn’t have minded at this point. “I… missed you too…” Awkward as ever. You laughed softly, nudging his arm when his cheeks started to become darker than the seating area of the room. “I will leave you two alone, then.” Barbatos bowed, slowly exiting the room.

Both of you stood there for a moment, staring at each other but keeping silent in fear of Barbatos coming back. “So… what do you think of this room?” Honestly, it wasn’t until now that the so called hardcore Otaku third-born has had a chance to really look at it, but just like you, his jaw dropped in amazement and he immediately ran around looking at everything, “You have this?! And you didn’t invite me sooner?!” “W-Well---!” “Oh my Lord Diavolo, you have the new brain-wrecker3002!! Why didn’t you tell me?!” you tried to explain several more times that you only found out about this room today, but Levi was more excited than a little kid and honestly who are you to deny him these simple pleasures? “If you ask nicely, I’m sure Diavolo would let you take it.”

A loud gasp erupted from within him, his hands immediately holding onto your shoulders, “You think?!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction; he was more excited than a little boy during Christmas and yes, it was cute. “Yes. Maybe. I’m sure he can get another one. Doubt he would miss it. But come on! As much as I love to hear you nerd out, let’s actually play something.” Of course, that was the keyword he looked for; play. You still pondered how you were going to tell Leviathan anything without it being too obvious, or at least in a way that took anyone else a while to figure out. “Levi… Let’s play Mario Kart.” Confusion strung across his face, “what? You have all these amazing games and you want to play Mario Kart?” You nodded, smiling softly as to hide the seriousness of why you would want to play it. In your mind, it made sense. In your mind, it would work out. And in your mind, Leviathan would catch on sooner or later, hopefully at least. “Yes. I want to play Mario Kart, you know? Take a trip down memory lane.” Leviathan frowned but he also knew that he was in no position to fight you. If you were unhappy, he had to take it up with Diavolo and that’s something he doesn’t necessarily want to deal with, “Okay…But we’ll play other things too, right?” You chuckled.

It took you a while to figure out exactly how you wanted to do this. You knew you could turn and mess yourself up in pretty much any way, but you needed it to be discreet. That’s where you were grateful for Levi’s competitiveness and his quick thinking on banana peels. Every time he threw one at you, you barely dodged it, and every once in a while you would hit a few back to back, four back to back to be specific. Instead of just spinning out of control and moving on, though, you somehow managed to pull through with your plan. H. E. L. P. The last letter was the hardest one but after doing the same pattern twice, Levi caught on. No one can say again he’s just a dumb Otaku. He side-eyed you, giving you a raised eyebrow, but all you could really do was discreetly nod and hope he believed you. After that, you continued to mess up a few more times so as to not draw suspicion. “Let’s… change the game. This might be a trip down memory lane for you, but it’s boring to me if you’re so terrible at it and I keep beating you.”

You pouted, nudging him again, “fine… I had fun though.” Levi chuckled this time, obviously nervous, “I did too… let’s maybe try and play---!” “Leviathan!” A cold shiver ran down your spine and from the looks of it, it ran down Levi’s too. The poor demon didn’t even have time to turn around before Diavolo engulfed him in a hug, “hghn…!!! T-too tight, Lord...Diavolo…” Diavolo let go of him with a laugh, turning to you and reaching out his hand. Of course, you took it so he could pull you up. “Did you have fun?” You could feel Leviathan’s nervousness mingle with your own, but you smiled up at him nonetheless, “Yes! Levi beat me pretty much every game, but I’m just glad we got to hang out.” Levi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “You tried your best… It’s just hard to beat the best.” You looked at Levi with disbelief before sticking your tongue out at him, a gesture which he returned. “Whatever. Keep telling yourself that. I let you win.” “Hah!” He genuinely laughed at you, and for a moment you debated on taking offense, but he was your only hope so you let it slide.

“Well, I’m glad you two had fun. Please do tell me anytime you two want to do it again. I hate to leave my darling all by herself, and seeing as you two are such good friends, I think you should come around more often.” It seemed too nice. He was being too nice. A facade he put up in front of others, but you knew all too well what lied beneath. “O-Of course! Thank you, Lord Diavolo.” It was awkward after that, with the two only smiling at each other, Diavolo’s grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. Barbatos cleared his throat, “My Lord, I will be escorting Leviathan back to his house now.” You quickly let go of Diavolo’s hand to hug Levi one more time, which he returned almost too stiffly. “It was good to see you… “ You mumbled, before letting go and watching him walk off with Barbatos, hoping that he could deliver the message.

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a-side.

a new a-side has been released.

pairing :: mark lee x reader ( feat. past wong yukhei x reader ) genre :: angst, fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 3,745 words warnings :: drunk mark attempts to fight yukhei playlist :: it was love (lany) ⋆ 7up (boy in space) ⋆ i.l.y. (the rose) ⋆ heart eyes (coin) ⋆ you were beautiful (day6) ⋆ so, soo pretty (lany) author’s note :: inspired by lang leav’s new book which is referenced at the end and because mark deserves a happy ending ↳ sequel to b-side / can be standalone.

Mark is not a confrontational person. Yeah, he can be incredibly stubborn, and he definitely will say something if he doesn’t like where the situation is going, but he isn’t one to seek out a fight. He’s the one who notifies someone else that a fight is happening and that person would break up the fight. He’s the designated driver, the one who plays it safe, the one who makes sure everyone gets home at an appropriate time.

So then why does he find himself standing in front of Yukhei, empty solo cup in hand?

All he remembers is Donghyuck handing him a cup, telling him it’s some kind of juice. Normally, he isn’t one to blindly trust anything his friend hands him, but for some reason, he went against his gut today and here he is. If you were here, you’d laugh at him. But you aren’t because you have a midterm coming up, and so he made a bad decision. He was always such a lightweight. It was partially the reason why he never drinks at parties in the first place.

“Wong Yukhei!” He loudly calls out, slurring the ending syllable slightly and getting the attention of several people around him, and the aforementioned boy looks at him amusedly. Yukhei detaches himself from his group of friends, pushing himself off from against the wall, and Mark suddenly feels the liquid courage drain out of him when faced with the towering boy straight on.

“Hey, buddy,” Yukhei greets him, “Have you been drinking?”

“Just some apple juice,” Mark says, waving the cup in hand around vaguely, before shaking his head several times in an attempt to clear his hazy mind. “Wait, no, I need to talk to you.”

“Maybe you should drink some water first,” Yukhei suggests, gesturing him towards the kitchen. Mark hates this. Mark hates this so much. Yukhei is too nice. Yukhei is a nice guy, he is his friend, he was supposed to be a good guy.

But six months ago, Yukhei broke your heart.

And that thought, fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins, makes Mark so angry.

Because Yukhei had you. And then he let you go. Why would he do that? Didn’t he know how lucky he was? Didn’t he know how special you are?

Yukhei thought he was being nice, sitting down with you privately, telling you quietly that he didn’t think the relationship would work out, that the two of you weren’t meant to be, and that he was breaking up with you. He thought he was being a nice guy.

But Yukhei wasn’t there afterwards when you fell apart. He wasn’t there when you cried for nights on end consecutively after dragging yourself to your classes and pretending everything was okay while your heart was buried six feet under. He wasn’t there to pick you up after you drank too much at parties to forget him. He wasn’t there when you stumbled across one of his old tshirts and broke down. He wasn’t there to hear you ask why you weren’t good enough.

But Mark was.

Mark was there when you crumpled to the ground once you entered his apartment to tell him you were dumped. He was there when you needed someone to take you home and help you get to bed. He was there, holding you, when you revealed your deepest insecurity and Yukhei only seemed to confirm it. He was there, but he wasn’t the one you wanted.

Seeing Yukhei standing in front of him, acting so nice as if nothing happened, absolutely infuriates him. So Mark does what every intoxicated person believes is the next logical step. He lunges at Yukhei and throws a punch. Eyes widening, the taller boy quickly takes a step back and narrowly misses his fist.

“Woah man, what are you doing?” Yukhei exclaims, bewildered and hands up. More people are starting to notice and gather around, whispers and murmurs flying out. Jeno and Jaemin emerge, reaching out for him, but he shoves them away. He sees Donghyuck pulling his phone out and calling someone from the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t care. Mark takes another swing, and another, and another, but his opponent manages to dodge them all much to his chagrin. Finally, Yukhei grabs his wrist before caging him in his arms.

“Let me go,” Mark says through gritted teeth, struggling as he tries to shake off Yukhei’s tight grip. “I said let me go!”

“No. You’re going to hurt someone flailing like that.”

“Stop being so nice! Stop caring about everyone! Stop pretending to be nice!” Mark manages to wiggle around and elbows him in the stomach harshly. Yukhei curses, hunching over slightly, but he refuses to loosen his grip.

“Mark, what are you talking about? You’re clearly drunk.” Yukhei essentially carries him to the kitchen at this point away from prying eyes, and Mark suddenly deflates. He’s too tired, too angry, too sad. Yukhei warily lets him go, moving to stand on the other side of the counter. He feels the hot angry tears welling up in his eyes and notices the alarmed look in Yukhei’s own eyes when he sees them.

“Why?” He manages to mutter, curling and unfurling his fists several times, before continuing, “Why are you nice to everybody but her? Why do you care about everybody but her?”

Yukhei’s eyes soften at the sudden realization, and he slips his hands into his pockets, lips curling inwards before replying. “I do care about her.”

“Then why would you hurt her? She’s so special, so amazing, and you don’t deserve her, but you had her. And you chose to hurt her.” Mark clenches his fists so tightly that miniature moon crescents form in the soft skin of his palms. His voice wavers at the end, cracking, and Yukhei finally understands.

“Why would you break her heart like that?”

You really wonder if your friends actually know the meaning of “Do Not Disturb” when you told them all you were going to study for your Financial Derivatives class and to not contact you until tomorrow. Donghyuck is calling you for the fifth time in a row, and you’re about to flip your phone upside down to avoid any distractions until you see the text notification beneath the missed calls.

[ 12:27 a.m. ] Hyuck: hey answer me

[ 12:27 a.m. ] Hyuck: y/n pick up

[ 12:27 a.m. ] Hyuck: MARK IS TRYIN G TO FITGT YUKHEI

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: FIGHT*

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: Y/N

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: ANSWER YOUR PGONE

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: pghone*

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: PHOEN**

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: YOU KNOW W HAT I MEAN

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: JUST COME

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: PLEAS E Y/N

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: we’re at nu chi theta

Eyes widening, you freeze, staring at the third text message, as the words light up over and over again in your mind even after your phone goes dark. In a flash, you abandon your textbook, throwing on the oversized sweater hanging off the edge of your bed and slipping on your shoes. You type out a response as you grab your house keys and shove it in your pocket after locking the door.

[ 12:32 a.m. ] you: on my way

When you arrive at the fraternity, Donghyuck is waiting for you outside. He grabs your hand, and the two of you enter the house, him shoving his way through and you following close behind. Your eyes scan all the faces around you, but you don’t see Mark anywhere. Donghyuck stops in front of you, and you nearly crash into him. He’s asking Jeno something, but you don’t pay attention, searching the room for any glimpse of your best friend, until you hear his name coming from Jeno, who gestures towards the kitchen.

You let go of Donghyuck’s hand, pushing your way through the other bodies before finding yourself in the kitchen. Your eyes meet Yukhei’s first, and his eyes widen in surprise. He starts to say something, but you brush past him, making a beeline to Mark who finally looks up when you call out his name. You reach out, cradling his face in your hands gently.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” You turn his face from side to side, checking to see if there are any bruises, before snapping. “Why would you do something so stupid?”

His mind is hazy, and he’s having such a hard time concentrating, but his eyes manage to focus on you in front of him. You’re standing there, wearing his sweater, and he can’t think of anything else but―

“Beautiful,” he mutters, reaching out and boldly pressing his fingertips against your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks warm up and your heartbeat quickens at those words, but you push his hand away from your face. “Stop distracting me, and answer me! Why would you do that?”

“Because he broke your heart!” Mark bursts out angrily as he throws his hands in exasperation before his shoulders sag and he’s gazing at you once more. “He hurt you.”

Your expression softens, a wave of warmth and affection blooming in your chest and curling around your heart for your best friend. He looks so vulnerable and so defeated, refusing to look at you, as he braces himself for your reaction. You gently grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. He hesitantly meets your eyes, and you squeeze his hand gently.

“Let’s go home, Mark.”

Unlocking your front door, you pull Mark into your apartment. His arms are draped around you, and he nuzzles his face in your hair. The alcohol effect seems to be nearly gone after walking home in the cold night, but he remains somewhat tipsy. Your breath hitches in your throat when he presses his face in the crook of your neck, and you carefully untangle his body from yours as you take off your shoes and he follows suit albeit stumbling slightly. He nearly topples over, peals of laughter bursting from his lips, and you smile softly, admiring the carefree expression on his face.

You gently tug him to your bedroom before carefully pushing him to sit on the bed. He plops down with no resistance, looking up at you with those sparkling doe eyes of his. His eyes glitter even in the yellow glow of the bedroom light, absolutely starstruck, as he gazes at you, swinging his feet slightly as they drag across the carpet in front. You move to get him a pair of comfy pants to change into, but his hand clasps around your wrist.

“Wait, I have to tell you something.”

You stop and turn, looking at him expectantly, but he pouts adorably. “You gotta come closer. It’s a secret!”

You indulge in his request and step closer to your best friend. He pulls you down until you are face to face. Mark leans closer, and you hold your breath until he’s so close that―

“Boop!” He nudges his nose against yours before his eyes crinkle in the corner as an earsplitting grin erupts across his face. He giggles happily. “I just booped you!”

You splutter, sudden heat blazing across your cheeks like wildfire, before a wide smile makes its way onto your face. “Silly boy.”

Mark lets go of your wrist, leaning back on the pillows behind him. You walk towards your dresser and pull out a pair of sweats―one of the several pairs he left here before―before going over and handing them to him.

“Here, change into these.”

He acquiesces, standing up, and begins to tug off his jeans. You quickly avert your eyes, leaving the room for a few moments and returning with a wet washcloth. By the time you return, Mark has somehow miraculously put on his pants correctly, tucked himself under your comforter, and pulled the covers up to his chin. His head peeks out over the top slightly, his dark hair a fluffy and mussed mess sticking out here and there, and he’s clutching onto your spare pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hey, we gotta wash your face first before you fall asleep,” you say softly, kneeling next to him. He opens his eyes sleepily, burrowing himself further in your bed. You push back the covers slightly before carefully wiping his face. His nose scrunches slightly, and your lips curve into the smallest of smiles. You stand up to put away the cloth when his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist for the second time tonight. And perhaps it is because of the last traces of alcohol running through his veins but he is feeling brave enough to ask.

“Will you stay?”

You hesitate, eyes darting from the space next to him to the door. You were planning to spend the night on the couch, and you are about to refuse his request when his hand slips into yours.

“Stay please.”

So you do.

You place the washcloth on the nightstand and slip under the covers. He pulls you closer, throwing one leg over yours before snuggling close. And you don’t know how to explain it, but it simply feels... right. You brush the stray strands of hair away from his face, and he opens his eyes, peering into your own for a few moments, before he whispers quietly, eyes drooping as sleep starts to take over.

“Wanna know a secret? A real secret?”

You smile at him, turning to your side to properly look him in the eye. “Is it another boop?”

“No,” Mark whispers indignantly, and you laugh. He’s momentarily distracted, admiring how pretty you look when you laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners, mouth shaped into the loveliest of smiles, the sweetest sound falling from your lips.

“So what’s the secret?” You nudge him, eyes sparkling. You look so, so pretty, and he desperately wants to stay awake, but his eyelids are feeling so heavy. Still, he manages to answer you.

“Oh! Well, you wanted to know why. And I said it’s because he hurt you. Well, that’s the half truth.”

You change your position, propping your head up on your hand, as your other hand reaches out to tap his nose. “And what is the other truth, Marky?”

He sleepily smiles at you before closing his eyes and reaching out to hold your hand. And four little words slip out between his teeth before sleep finally overtakes him.

“Because I love you.”

It’s past 4 a.m. and you still can’t sleep. Mark’s confession echoes in your head over and over again, and you can’t help but wonder if he really meant it. You glance over at your best friend. Small puffs of breath escape between his lips as he sleeps peacefully, curled up next to you.

The sudden brightness of your phone screen catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You reach over and pluck the device from the surface of your nightstand, squinting your eyes to see the sudden influx of messages.

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: hey it’s yukhei

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: idk if you blocked me but i hope you’re doing okay. and i hope mark is okay too. he’s a good guy

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i wanted to say sorry. i hurt you and i shouldn’t have. i shouldn’t have given up on you like that. i should’ve tried harder

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i know it’s a shitty thing to apologize through text but i don’t think you want to talk to me in person. and i don’t even know if you’ll get these but

[ 4:10 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i’m really sorry

[ 4:14 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: and mark is right

[ 4:14 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: you are special

[ 4:14 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i’m sorry it took me too long to realize that

[ 4:15 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: you deserve to be happy

[ 4:16 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: the next one who gets to love you is lucky

[ 4:16 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: whoever you fall in love with is lucky

[ 4:19 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: mark is a very lucky guy

It’s half past noon when Mark finally awakens, slightly disoriented. Struggling to sit up, he finally props himself up on his elbows, looking around to find the familiar surroundings of your room. The reasons why he slept in your bed are somewhat hazy, but all he remembers is you. Rubbing his eyes, he carefully gets out of bed, shuffling out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen in search of the one person who would have all the answers to the questions circling his mind.

Mark finds you sitting at the table, study supplies scattered around you and textbook open in front of you directly. When you finally notice your best friend, your throat goes dry. You had rehearsed what you were going to say and how you were going to act during the hours he was asleep, but all of it has completely flown out the window when you are actually confronted by the sight of your best friend.

“Um,” his voice cracks, and his cheeks warm up at the mistake. He clears his throat. “How did I get here? What happened last night?”

You decide to tell him the truth. “You drank last night and tried to fight Yukhei. Hyuck called me to come pick you up.”

Mark groans, sinking into the chair across from you. He presses the palms of his hands against his eyelids, the memories materializing one by one. You hesitate, fiddling with the pen in your hands, studies long forgotten. “You... you said it was because he broke my heart.”

He stiffens in his seat, inhaling sharply, and you press on, biting your bottom lip. “But you told me later on that was the half truth. You said the other truth was because―”

“Because I love you,” he says softly. He loves you, and now you know.

“Do you mean it?” you murmur, hands curling in your lap. You almost don’t want to hear his answer, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. For some reason, you simply know that you won’t be able to bear it if he says it isn’t true. Somehow, his rejection would hurt more than anything. And you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly miss his quiet reply. It’s only one word and three letters, yet it makes your entire world spin.

“Yes.”

He finally lifts his head for his eyes to meet yours. For some reason, he doesn’t feel so afraid anymore. At last, his heart is out and vulnerable, yours for the taking if you so choose. His eyes don’t bore into yours, searching for confirmation of your reciprocation, but rather, they gaze into yours, shining with utter adoration for you and contentment with simply loving you.

And in that moment, you finally recognize the way Mark looks at you, the way he has always looked at you. It’s the way Yukhei had looked at you long ago, the way you used to look at Yukhei.

It’s the way you have been looking at Mark after all this time.

It’s the way you’re looking at him now.

It’s love.

FOUR MONTHS LATER.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I― Yukhei?”

An automatic apology is already rolling out onto the tip of your tongue until you glance over and recognize who you accidentally bumped your shoulder into. He smiles at you kindly, albeit hesitantly, and you smile back at him warmly, pausing in your tracks.

He slides his hands into his pockets as he shifts his balance to one side. “Hey, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good! A little busy with classes, but I’m finally done with my midterms. How about you?”

“Pretty much the same, I just have one last midterm tomorrow, and it’ll be over.” He cocks his head slightly. “So what are you up to now?”

“Mark’s class is getting out soon, and we’re getting lunch together.” You beam at him, and Yukhei finds himself relaxing, grinning. He had almost forgotten how easy it is to talk to you, falling into a familiar banter that the two of you used to have, almost like riding a bike again after a long time.

“How are the two of you doing?” The words slip out of his mouth from pure curiosity, but he realizes the potential awkward situation belatedly and quickly backtracks. “Wait, that’s a little weird for me to ask, forget I said anything.”

You laugh freely as your mouth twists into another lovely smile. A small tendril of nostalgia blooms in his heart at that sight. It wasn’t the sad type of nostalgia, but rather, the surprising, almost happy kind that he encounters when he finds the teddy bear from when he was five stuffed all the way in the back of his closet shelf.

“No, it’s okay. Everything’s been, well, perfect. He really makes me so so happy.”

“That’s great. I’m really happy for you and him.” There’s nothing but clear sincerity in his voice, and you thank him before spotting your boyfriend coming out of his lecture.

“Oh, he’s out! I gotta go, but let’s catch up sometime!” You call out to Yukhei as you run towards Mark, and he waves you good bye. He doesn’t fail to notice the way your eyes completely light up, sparkling like a thousand suns, cheeks raising as your lips quirk upwards into the widest smile he has ever seen from you, when you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Mark easily catches you when you throw your arms around him, laughter bubbling, before the two of you pull apart. He intertwines your hand with his, squeezing your fingers tight. You gaze at him adoringly and boldly press a kiss to the corner of his lips, leaving him spluttering as his cheeks burn scarlet red. You pull him along towards your lunch date without any further hesitation, and Mark happily follows, quiet giggles escaping between his teeth, as he peeks down at your interlocked hands ever so often, grinning so brightly.

Yukhei smiles fondly, eyes softening as he watches you for a few moments, before turning and walking away.

Love looks pretty on you.

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exes au part 15

post directory

em: viola teas i am like. incapable of sleeping in

em: i woke up 10:30 on the dot and i thought. what the fuck

em: 10:30 is especially offensive bc it means the mcdonald’s breakfast is done

obsetress: brain immediately said viola up and about doing all the chores vacuuming with no sympathy for her constantly sleeping in snoring girlfriend dani clayton

obsetress: but nah i'm sorry for you that sucks

em: inspiring deranged viola behaviour is

em: the greatest gift of all

obsetress: god so true when u think about it

obsetress: not that viola vacuums, she def has cleaners but

obsetress: actually no

obsetress: she has cleaners but she's prob not satisfied and gets out her expensive vacuum she has no idea how to use and is clattering n making such a fuss

obsetress: and poor dani

em: she’s up and about rearranging things, she’s causing a ruckus,

obsetress: dani's like "you have just as bad insomnia as me and you're just... getting up? that early?"

obsetress: viola shrugs "i don't need that much sleep"

obsetress: "you do, though"

obsetress: she shrugs and disappears into the kitchen

obsetress: insomniac gf and insomniac gf

em: insomnia gfs

em: viola runs on like

em: supernatural element carrying over: viola is a little too good at running on no sleep and no one knows if she ages

obsetress: YEAH

em: i love a sorta, grounded real life show w like one or two unexplained ambiguously supernatural things that no one blinks at

obsetress: i was gonna be like

obsetress: i wonder what dani and viola do when theyre up not sleeping at night and then i was like

obsetress: Well,

obsetress: no they do that but they also do the most random borderline unhinged shit like

obsetress: dani tries new baking recipes and they sit on the countertop in their pjs or underwear or nothing and eat scones at three am

em: go for night drives

em: night drives aren’t even unhinged but they’re nice

em: but they don’t listen to music they listen to fucken podcasts

obsetress: that fuckin lorde song

[em note: it's supercut]

obsetress: they go to the roof and dani lays her head in viola's lap and stares at the stars while viola reads to her in french

obsetress: ugh i put it on oh god why did i put it on

[em note: it's still supercut]

obsetress: in my head.........

obsetress: i do everything right............

obsetress: when you call............

obsetress: i'll forgive and not fight.............

obsetress: ours are the moments.........i play in the dark OH MY GOD VI'S INSOMNIA AFTER DANI LEAVES AND SHES ALONE

em: ur a MONSTER

obsetress: i need to lay on the floor and put this song on repeat

obsetress: anyway um

obsetress: another thought from when i was thinking about the vacuum like

obsetress: viola has a degree of learned helplessness that all rich people have but she's not an idiot like the rest of them yknow and i think like

obsetress: she had to do a lot when she and perdita were kids!

obsetress: after her mom died

em: hannah......

obsetress: and then after her dad died before she married arthur and like

obsetress: then being a single mom (viola lloyd single mom i'm drooling) even w all the help she can afford

obsetress: she has a chip on her shoulder and Does Things For Herself but also just

obsetress: sometimes it happens! there's never enough time and never enough help!

obsetress: and she loves isabel so much like

obsetress: viola making isabel her lunches

obsetress: oh god

em: making her little lunches at like 2am bc it’s been a busy day and she’s tired and she’s sore and she’s sad but the one thing viola will never skip is like

em: making sure isabel gets her lunches

em: hey what is wrong with us

obsetress: GOD YEAH

obsetress: EXACTLY

obsetress: HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS THINKING ABOUT HER MAKING THEM AT TWO AM UGH

obsetress: anyway um yeah viola making isabel her lunches at two am

obsetress: i know that i wrote jamie leaving flora notes on her napkins but like

[em note: read 'and she taught me a lesson alright']

obsetress: i just think it's something a mom who really loves her kid and wants them to feel safe and okay would do so i want to say vi does it for isabel too!!! and what of it they're different universes it's fine

em: ur just building the hannah obsetress cinematic universe

em: building up some Themes and Motifs

obsetress: themes motifs and symbols

obsetress: anyway viola packing isabels lunches she writes little notes and puts on lipstick n kisses them

obsetress: so isabel can get a kiss from her mom

em: im going to kill u w my bare hands

obsetress: cut to vi in the bathroom wiping it off later à la jennifer check

em: im GONNA

obsetress: sometimes when vi has to go out of town for business or w/e she leaves a stack of napkins with arthur to put in isabel's lunch so she can still get a kiss from her mom even when she's gone

em: thats so extra??

em: its so viola

obsetress: exactly

obsetress: she definitely has a fear of isabel favoring arthur over her (abandonment issues etc etc)

obsetress: gestures at canon

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em: dani 'its casual' taylor

obsetress: leave the typo

obsetress: dont you dare change it

em: i need u to know that i DO fuck but

em: hgfngjkyhGJBJKFHD FUCK

em: ruined my own joke

obsetress: in the most spectacular way

em: dani 'i need you to know i DO fuck but im accepting offers' clayton

obsetress: she takes care to drop that like

obsetress: it's just casual SHE'S not anything serious. i'm not dating HER or anything

obsetress: jamie's like dani i know you're gay you literally stare at my lips every time i talk

em: dani getting off the phone and dramatically rolling her eyes like 'ex girlfriends, am i right? whats up with these women i-' and jamies like love i get it

obsetress: jamie raising her eyebrows "how many ex girlfriends do you have"

obsetress: dani's like "well, just the one, but"

em: but i COULD have more. if i wanted to. bc i am looking to date more women

em: jamies like ok cool

obsetress: jamie, a little too casually: oh? any, uh. prospects?

em: danis like (patented nervous dani lip bite) maybe but

em: jamies like drat

em: jamies like darn

em: and then she gets home and shes like

em: wait

obsetress: jamie calling dani back "when you said maybe"

obsetress: and dani immediately is like yEAH?

em: jamies like do you think you could ever be interested in me and danis like umm. yeah.

em: jamie hangs up like ok cool

em: long beat

obsetress: oh my GOD

em: REDIALS

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obsetress: ok last thing i was gonna say

obsetress: i meant to say this earlier and got distracted a hundred times over

obsetress: but um imagine dani helping isabel with her english homework

obsetress: vi helping isabel with her math homework

em: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

em: SOFT

obsetress: well,

em: oh no

obsetress: isabel needing help w her english homework post dani and vi's trying to help and vi's smart n all but

em: get HELP

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em: dani 'hooking up w my ex is actually a v girlboss of me' is SO funny to me

em: when they get together danis like, oh but havent we all- and jamies like nooo i have very good boundaries

em: except for the perdi vi psychosexual power play ig

obsetress: moment of weakness

obsetress: who wouldn't want to hook up w their hot boss

—

obsetress: when dani goes up to london whatever weekend like friday night to get her closure dinner with vi

obsetress: boom haircut and therapy reveal

em: 3 day bender u say

obsetress: all of a sudden it's sunday night and

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: they spend

obsetress: all fucking weekend

obsetress: in vi's bed

em: sighs dreamily

obsetress: dani playing with her hair

obsetress: "this is nice"

obsetress: "i'm gonna miss your bun though"

obsetress: vi's brain is short circuiting at "i'm gonna miss"

em: later danis like look. jamie. what would you have done? and jamie chokes on her beer and splutters 'not fuck my ex for 3 days straight?!'

obsetress: dani "well you've never fucked v–– oh wait"

obsetress: "you really can't blame me, jamie, you KNOW" jamie: (grumbles)its different... dani: well i mean i guess, technically, you didnt,

obsetress: unrelated in some bad fight at the end vi is like "you can't go isabel needs a–– you're like her–––" and dani's like "a what? say it" and viola's too stubborn and proud and hurt to say it

em: just perpetually bouncing back to the worlds angstiest break up

obsetress: i don't know WHY

obsetress: as someone who HATES ANGST

obsetress: i am so DRAWN to these two

em: its ummmm weirdly cathartic??

em: the whole exes au is based on a joke about them being friends and exes. we are v firm in like. viola and dani reconcile!

em: idk i love a catharsis moment! i love it when a character claws their way to happiness. or even begrudgingly goes to therapy

em: viola can go through a little hell as a treat

obsetress: turns out the only one who could fix her in the end

obsetress: was the one who said it's not my job to fix you

em: dani transformative power of (platonic) love

obsetress: "Platonic"

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au

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moonshineholland · 4 years

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Never Let Me Go / T.H. x reader

R E Q U E S T: Hi! Saw that you’re taking requests and i was thinking maybe i could get some imagine? One where tom took his stress out on his girlfriend causing them to have this huge fight the night before they have to spend time with both of their families and of course, the whole family knows something’s wrong because both of them are not in the mood and the two mothers of both sides decides to talk to them separately and then making them make up? Thank youuuu in advance! Hope you can see this! 🥰

A/N: It’s been so long since I've actually sat down to right something so I hope this is half decent! Shoutout to @cumholland for reading through this and helping me out💖

W A R N I N G S: Kinda angsty, I guess you could interpret the ending as being a little suggestive *wiggles eyebrows*😂

W O R D • C O U N T: 2.8k

The silence in the car was killing you and you were 99.9% sure it was killing Tom too. The atmosphere was tense, even as you pretended to be busy counting the trees, but neither of you were planning on being the first to apologise, you’d gone all morning hardly uttering a word to each other and you weren’t about to give in and be nice to him, especially with the way he had treated you this morning.

You’d both woken up when Tom’s alarm went off at 7:30. Usually, he’d wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder, yet today there wasn’t even a “good morning darling” which, of course, stung. Tom rolled out of bed and you just pulled the covers up further, staring at the wardrobe as he got ready, you thought about turning over whilst he was picking his clothes out but then you realised just how petty that would be so you averted your gaze, the wall suddenly becoming much more interesting.

“We’re leaving in an hour.” And with that, Tom had left the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him. You could feel the tears prickling your waterline, the first thing he’d said to you in over twelve hours and it couldn’t have sounded more bitter, like he didn’t want to go, especially not with you. You sighed, throwing back the covers and trudging into the bathroom, coming to stand in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. Normally you'd be stood with a smile on your face, having just shared some loving moments with him before forcing yourselves to get up, you’d brush your teeth in a comfortable silence, sneaking side-eye glances at him that he would always, always catch, wiggling his eyes brows at you before turning to rest his back against the counter. This morning you brushed your teeth alone, sadness hanging in the air.

You made the bed, picking up the stray cushions that were strewn across the floor, they’d usually get stacked neatly to one side before the two of you got into bed but not last night, last night you’d thrown them angrily, not caring where they landed just so long as you could curl up in bed and fall asleep before Tom came up. The sun was shining when you opened the curtains, a pleasant change from the gloom of yesterday, it gave you hope that you would still have a good weekend at the beach house, with both of your families, regardless of whether you and Tom were on speaking terms or not.

Sifting through your side of the wardrobe you decided on your favourite red sundress, decorated with tiny daisies and frills underneath the bust, one of Tom’s favourite dresses, not that you were dressing for his pleasure. You grabbed your denim jacket from the back of the door and your small suitcase, taking one final glance at the picture of the two of you that sat on the desk, it was taken on a double date, you’d scooped some whipped cream from your milkshake onto the tip of his nose, his mouth hanging open and feigning shock, whilst you were caught mid laugh, you never laughed as hard as you did when you were with him.

You made your way downstairs, lingering on the middle steps. You still had twenty minutes left, did you really want to sit in an uncomfortable silence with your boyfriend? But you definitely needed a drink so you continued your decent, breezing right past Tom, who was watching the football highlights and into the kitchen. Coffee brewed, you sat at the kitchen table scrolling through instagram, pretty much losing track of time as you came to the end of your drink. You hadn’t had any breakfast and you knew that if you rushed to make something it would only piss Tom off even more, so you picked up a banana, you’d eat it in the car.

“You’re not eating that in my car.” He’d noticed the banana in your hand straight away, almost as if he was waiting to find something to start an argument about. You didn't even know whether to respond, at first you thought he was joking but when he walked out of the house, not even offering to take your bags, you knew you wouldn’t even be getting the chance to retaliate. That was enough to turn your sombre mood into that of a sour one and without even thinking twice you threw the banana through the kitchen door, straight at the unsuspecting washing machine.

And now here you were, driving to Cornwall, hungry and slightly angry, hangry. Tom had never really cared too much about you eating in his car just so long as you were careful and, considering you weren’t a child anymore, you generally did a really good job of keeping your food in your mouth and not anywhere else. Yes, Tom had gotten his car cleaned a couple of days ago but that had never meant you couldn’t eat a measly banana in there, he was doing it just to spite you and you hated it. When did the two of you ever get like this? Yeah you’d ‘bicker’ here and there but it never lasted more than ten minutes and always ended in an apology.

About an hour into the trip you’d popped your headphones on. The quietness of the car was getting to be too much, so you’d decided that listening to some of your favourite songs would put you in a better mood, hopefully. It certainly helped to pass the time because before you knew it you’d pulled up to the row of beach houses and before you even had time to register that you were here, Tom was out of the car and already making his way inside with his bags, having tossed the car keys onto your lap, he obviously didn’t feel like waiting for you to struggle stuffing your headphones into your backpack. Your head fell back against the headrest, eyes closing so as to stop those pesky tears yet again, thinking about the time the two of you spent here last year.

Last year was your first time at the beach houses, having only been with Tom for four months, he’d invited you so that he could spend his time off with both you and his family, it had been the most amazing three days. You spent the evenings cuddled up next time him on an outdoor daybed, drinking wine and combing your fingers through his hair, having known just how jam-packed his schedule had been, it was nice to see him relax, enjoying the company of his family and even though he knew he’d be back to work soon he never dwelled on those thoughts. On your last evening in Cornwall you'd stayed awake until everyone else had gone to bed, staring up at the stars and finishing off the last of your rosé, he’d buried his face in your hair and whispered, “I love you.”

You sighed, grabbing your bag from the footwell and opening the car door, you thought about getting your bags from the boot, but ultimately decided that you really couldn’t be bothered, all you wanted was to go and lie down, the bags could wait until later. With the car locked you made your way inside, your mum quick to pull you into a hug, seeing her face provided you with a sense of relief and you let out a sigh, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. It was Nikki’s idea to have your family come down to Cornwall this year, she knew how much you were missing everyone since moving in with Tom, it was such a sweet gesture that you had cried when she told you she’d arranged everything with your mum.

“What’s wrong?” your mum was sure to keep her voice down, making sure only you heard as she still held you in her arms.

“Nothing.” You mumbled.

“Come on, a mother can always tell when there’s something wrong with her child.” She wasn’t letting up but you really didn't have the energy to talk about it.

“Why don’t you ask him.”

“Trouble in paradise?” She pulled away slightly but still kept one arm around your shoulder, both of you watching on as your dad was busy chatting with Tom and Dom.

“I guess you could say that.” You sighed, a deep sigh that came from the bottom of your lungs. You wanted to be stood with Tom, resting your head on his shoulder. You wished it was like last year, full of love, excitement and lust. Looks like the honeymoon period is over, huh?

Nikki’s voice cut through everyone's chatting as she stood with the keys to the houses, explaining who would be staying where along the row of beach houses. Harry, Sam and Paddy had their own place, next to them Nikki and Dom and your parents had decided to share a house and yours and Tom’s house was just a little walk away. No-one had really noticed that anything was wrong with either of you until Nikki had handed Tom the key to your place, watching as you approached him without a word, without even a smile and took the key out of his hands. You picked up his bags and headed for the front door, as much as you loved spending time with his family and as much as you missed yours, it was all a bit overwhelming and kind of painful, the majority of the people in the room were related to Tom, you really just needed to get out of there and catch your breath.

“Where are you going?” Tom’s voice followed you outside, closing the wooden door behind him as he stepped onto the path.

“To our place.” There was more you wanted to say but kept it to yourself, you didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire.

“Do you want me to come with you?” You did want him to, deep down but you couldn’t let him think everything had blown over just because you were in your little paradise.

“No,” you weren’t looking at him, your eyes were focused on the beach, the soft waves that lapped against the shore, but you could practically see the frown on his face. It made you feel bad instantly. “I’m gonna go for a lie down, so there wouldn’t be much conversation anyway.” You looked back at him over your shoulder, forcing a half smile onto your face before heading to the house.

•••

Tom had been trying to distract himself since you’d left, fiddling with his phone in his hands whilst he tried his best to pay attention to his brothers’ conversation about their game of golf last week, something he’d usually be very interested in but all he could think about is whether he should text you, make sure you’re ok. He looked up at the sunset, thinking back to last year when the two of you had no worries. You’d sit outside for hours and hours laughing and chatting and then he’d watch your face light up in awe at the pretty colours that spread across the sky, lifting your phone to capture a picture.

“Tom?” His mothers’ voice eventually caught his attention as she peered her head through the sliding glass doors, “can I borrow you for a second?” He stood up, sliding his phone into the pocket of his dark wash jeans, grabbing his beer from the table as he made his way inside, following his mum into the living room. He sat across from his mum and yours and he was pretty sure he knew where this was going.

“What’s going on?”

He sighed, sinking down further into his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I-, I’ve been a dick,” he said with an even bigger sigh. “We had an argument last night, it’s my fault, I’d had a really shitty day at work and I took it out on her, which I know is no excuse and I don’t know, we were pretty horrible to each other.”

“And have you apologised?”

He shook his head, looking down, almost as if he was ashamed. His mum had always told him that no matter what, he should never go to bed on a argument and last night he did. Not only did he feel like he’d let you down but his mum as well and yours. “I guess I was just being too stubborn,” he scoffed, taking a swig of his beer, his eyes diverting to the kitchen.

“Tom,” your mum started, “if there’s anything I can tell you about her, it’s that she loves you more than anything, she never bloody shuts up about you!” that made him smile as he looked down, a compliment that filled his heart with warmth. “She’s told me a million times that all she ever wants is for you to hold her and never let go, she’s never said that about anyone,” your mum had tears in her eyes, “so please don’t let go, especially over something so trivial.”

She was right, in the grand scheme of things it was trivial, sure both of you might’ve said some mean things but Tom knew it was definitely in the heat of the moment, he’d come in and taken his stress out on you, which wound you up, it was only fair you’d be angry but he missed you. Not talking to you all day or holding your hand or kissing you had really taken it’s toll on him, he felt ten times more stressed than he did yesterday.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, to both mums, he truly appreciated their intervention. He had worried about whether he’d let his stubbornness take over, he’d wondered just how long it’d go on for, would he be sleeping next to you tonight? Or on the couch?

He pulled out his phone, he wanted you to come over here, spend time with everyone but he knew what he had to do first. He started typing out the message:

Please come over, we need to talk, miss you xx

•••

You’d been sitting at the kitchen table doing absolutely nothing but drinking a cup of tea when Tom’s text flashed up on your phone and you’d be lying if you said that you didn't smile at it. It was finally going to be over, you hoped. Surely you couldn’t argue anymore, right? You finished off the rest of your cup before slipping on your shoes and rummaging through Tom’s bag that you’d discarded on the couch earlier, pulling his pale blue hoodie out and shoving it on.

When you entered the house you were met with complete silence, you assumed everyone was in the garden but when you entered the kitchen you saw him sat there with his head in his hands. At the sound of your footsteps and your hand on his back he bolted up. “H-hey.” His voice was soft, you could tell he’d been crying. You let your hand trail from his back, down his arm and to his hand, letting him pull you gently into his lap, wrapping your arm around his neck as you perched. He looked up at you, his eyes red and puppy-like. “I’m so sorry darlin,” his voice broke slightly as he pulled at the strings of his hoodie, the smallest of smiles making it’s way onto his face as he noticed you were wearing his Suspicious Antwerp hoodie.

“No I'm sorry, I should’ve just understood that you’d had a hard day and let it go.” You apologised.

“But how were you to know? I shouldn’t have had such an attitude on me,” he brushed some hair out of your face and kissed your cheek delicately “I love you and I don’t ever want to let go of you.” He mumbled, looking intently into your eyes. “Well, we’ve missed the sunset, so how about, we take this bottle of wine,” he leant forward and picked it up off the table, it was your favourite, “and have a bath? And I'll make it up to you, let you know just how sorry I really am.” His lips were pressed delicately against the skin under your ear, the hand that wasn’t holding the bottle of wine was rubbing soft circles on your skin under his hoodie.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, please never let me go.”

#feedback appreciated!#tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland moodboard #moonshineholland writes #moonshineholland fic #moonshineholland moodboards

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kimnjss · 4 years

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sugarfree!seokjin | a-z

⤑ series: sugar free

⤑ genre: smut, richboi!jin x artist!reader, college au

⤑ rating: explicit. // nd unedited.

⤑ warnings: smut talk... (mentions of) oral sex (f/m. receiving), penetrative sex, blowjobs, public sex...

⤑ A/N: this ended sooo quickly :/ im highkey thinking abt turning this into something bigger, bc im gonna miss richboi!jin .

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

Jin is very good at taking care of you after sex. Always made sure to check if you were feeling alright, and ready to go and get you some water if need be. A bit tired himself,he'd ignore it until he was sure you were good.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

His favorite body part on you would definitely have to be your hands. They were so much smaller than his and he found that extremely cute. Jin liked the way you kept your nails painted and how big his cock looked grasped your small palm.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

Jin is not into getting real messy when it comes to sex. No messier than needed. Also the head advocate of safe sex, meant a condom was always used no matter what. Hardly ever came when you were sucking him off, wanting to save it for when he actually got to fuck you and was able to fill the condom.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

He really likes dressing you up in all these expensive outfits just to tear them off of you. Jin really liked the way imported silk looked against your skin and he wasn't one to hold back when he had the urge to spend. Dressing you up was a favorite of his.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

Jin is no more experienced than you, even if he's slept with a bit more people than you have. You were no prude and you knew your stuff, so there was no lull in your sex life when it was finally starting.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

In liking to keep it simple, Jin usually went for the traditional missionary position or on occasion he'd have you on top. Either one out of those two were his favorite, it didn't matter really as long as he was able to see your face.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

Very serious during sex, only because he knows that you take it seriously. That's not to say that he's boring, but he is just cautious with what he says and how he acts making sure that he doesn't say or do anything that might rub you the wrong way convincing you to stop the entire ordeal.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

Jin like to keep everything prim and proper and that included his pubic hair. Went for regular waxes the same day he was getting his toes and nails clipped. He believed it was a big part of personal hygiene. Of course, he wanted the best for you – so as the two of you became more comfortable with each other, he was scheduling appointments for you too; where you'd have your nails done along with all the hair on your body.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

Romantic whenever he was getting really into it. Jin knew how you felt about big gestures, how you tended to appreciate the little things more, but that didn't stop him from trying to wow you. It didn't happen often, but when he was feeling a certain swell in his heart for you – he would be quick to call to put something together that he know would make you roll your eyes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Jin didn't mind getting himself off, did it as much as he could. He considered it as an act of self care rather than something sexual. It was a good bit of alone time for him, so he didn't see the need to bug you about it.

K = Kink (one ore more of his kinks):

Public sex. Of all the nice places Jin has taken you in the time that the two of you have been together, he can never keep himself from wondering if you'd let him fuck you right where you were. Relationship still fresh, he's too nervous to ask... little did he know you'd be more than willing to consider the idea.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Aside from being ready to be with you, wherever and whenever – Jin found himself really enjoying fucking you in hotel rooms. It must come from the feeling of being away from home, a mini vacation taken no matter how close you both were to your houses. A hotel room was just different for him.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

Seeing you dressed up for him. Jin was always showering you with new clothes, shoes, accessories and to your understanding it was because he had no idea what impulse control was – needing to throw his money around with each step he took. In reality, though, he really really enjoyed the way expensive looked on you.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

Bondage. He liked to be able to touch you and found the restraints very uncomfortable. Jin would have to put a lot of thought into the situation if you were asking for him to tie you up... would try to brush it off as a joke, not fully taking it into consideration until he was sure it was something you really wanted.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Giving. Jin really liked the sounds you made when you were about to cum and one way he was sure would ensure your whiny moans was if he had his head between your legs. He also loved the way you were always taking to wrapping your legs around his head, holding him close to you.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

Slow and sensual. Jin believed in cherishing all the time he had with you, so he wanted to take his time during. A lot of whispered admiration, and longing gazes occurred while he was fucking you. Although, he'd sometimes find himself speeding up when he was close.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often... etc.):

Did not like them, at all. Because he liked to take his time with you, he felt a quickie was a waste of an orgasm and wouldn't even be down to try it. Jin would much rather hold his load and wait until you had the proper amount of time to have sex.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

No risks and hardly any experimenting. Jin was pretty traditional guy, so he wasn't too ready to abandon his traditions. If it was obvious something that you really wanted to try, he'd offer a serious talk about it where you'd make the proper decision. S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

Since Jin was into taking his time, it meant he could go for a very long time. He had gotten real good at pacing himself throughout his years of being sexually active, so he was hardly ever blowing his load without being fully ready for it. Even with the duration that he fucks you, he is still able to pull two or three rounds. T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

Jin is not into the use of toys, and as far as he knows you don't have any. He didn't see the point of adding a toy into the bedroom, when he was right there ready and capable to do everything that toy could.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

There wasn't much teasing when it came to the two of you, maybe a little bit right before you were getting down to it... like before your clothes are even off, but once things were heating up, neither of you could even think of holding back. V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

His voice becomes lower when he's turned on, not so loud. Hushed grunts and groans leave his lips, long hisses as he feel himself getting closer. Jin is not all that vocal, likes to let himself feel everything, rather than try and coach you through it. W = Wild Card

If Jin is every getting you to agree to fly to Paris, he is definitely going to find a way to fuck you on the Eiffel Tower.

X = X-Ray (let's see whats going on in those pants, pictures or words):

Jin is very, very big. Thick too. His cock stops just below his belly button when he's hard, pretty veins wrapped around the entire length. It was a wonder he could actually fit inside of you.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

His sex drive is normal. Wanted you, when he wanted you and that was all he could figure about it. There was a lot of things that you did that got him worked up, but he was usually able to control himself until he could have you properly.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

Only if he was really tired before the two of you started. Jin wouldn't always be falling right to sleep after the two of you had sex, but he would find himself feeling lazy... wanting nothing more than laying around with you as the day passes by.

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Seven - Booooze Cruuuuise

Word Count: 3107

Author’s Note: Ack! So, loving updating this. Should point out that from now on, the storyline drifts from the actual show’s plot. Characters will be a little different, since it’s more my interpretation of events and how they would react, but I’ll try my best to keep it all as consistent as possible.

WARNING: discussion of same-sex relationship in a sort of dated way, kinda? Like, the chapter takes place in 2006. Doesn’t reflect my feelings at all, just so you know.

January, 2006.

After you had spent you holiday season alone, mostly watching reruns of Frasier or making out with strangers at Poor Richard's on New Year's Eve, with Pam and Jim both disappearing off to see family back home, you were glad to be back in the office. You were glad to be back at your desk, with your friends, even if everything was different now.

Even if Jim was in love with Pam, and you were actively helping him achieve his goal of telling her how he feels.

Not to break Roy and Pam up, you reminded yourself as you walked into the office on Wednesday, wearing the same clothes as the day before. You sat down at your desk, and Dwight took a moment to, very loudly, sniff the air between you both.

"You've been smoking again... And you had sex with someone." He stated rather loudly, and you held your head in your hands.

"On a work night Y/N? Tut, tut." Jim teased, and you rolled your eyes, logging onto your computer. "I thought you stopped smoking the year I got here?"

"Who was the lucky guy?" Pam asked over Jim's afterthought, and you looked over at her.

"Like I would kiss and tell..."

"Oh no, Y/N don't tell me he works in the building." Pam looked dead serious, and you let out a laugh.

"They do not... and it was a one time... Three time, thing Pam. No chance I'm getting back into a relationship any time soon." You assured her, and your hand ran absentmindedly over your side, the bruises Brian had caused finally healed.

"What, because some unemployed twerp ended things with you?" Dwight scoffed, and Jim's head snapped to face his other desk mate.

"Shut it, Dwight." He warned, and Dwight looked between the three of you.

"I don't think you should be allowed to keep secrets in the workplace." He folded his arms, and you glanced over your computer.

"The people who need to know, know, Dwight. You are not someone who needs details on my love or sex life." You said with a shrug, dialling your first number of the day as an email popped up on your screen.

Dunder Mifflin Retreat Announcement Today!!! 11 am. - M. Dawg.

Michael has been hinting at the retreat for a week or so, asking people to pack the most bizarre array of items that it made Jim, Pam and you all laugh out loud when you all read it together at lunch last week.

"Hi there, this is Y/N from Dunder Mifflin. I was wondering if I could talk to you today about you existing order with us? Perfect!" You spoke on the phone, and began your day of sales. Your day had been so productive that by eleven, you had eight closed sales, and you walked into the conference room with a grin on your face and and skip in your step.

"Doesn't someone look happy all of a sudden? What happened to hangover fighting, walk of shame looking Y/N from this morning?" Jim teased you as you entered the conference room, sitting yourself down beside him. Pam sat up the back with Roy and the warehouse guys.

"I, Mr Halpert, have made eight sales this morning alone. I honestly think today might be the day to beat your record." You said, the twinkle in your eyes causing Jim to sit up straight.

"I'd like to see you try." He said, cocky in tone. Jim was the best sales person on the floor, and his record for sales in a day was 17, with the average sale being around $500 each. So, beating the goal meant not only did you need to get 17 plus sales, but make at least $8500 to beat the record. It wasn’t likely, but you liked to tease Jim when you could.

"Morning, my wonderful employees." Michael strolled into the room, taking a seat at the head of the table. A thin blonde woman followed him in, taking a seat at the table, and as she glanced around the room the pair of you locked eyes. Yours widened, you looked down quickly, and she flushed bright pink. Jim watched the whole thing as Michael tried to build up suspense, and after a few flicking glances between you and the woman that sat in front of him, he very slowly pieced it together.

"... Did you?" He mouthed, and you gave him a confused look. You glanced back over at her, and Jim nudged you again. In defeat, you nodded, and Jim's eyes widened.

"... Brenda here is from corporate, ready to hear me talk leadership but uh, first... The retreat this year is..." Michael drummed on the table. "A harbour cruise across Lake Wallenpaupack!" Michael announced, adding after a few beats. "A booze cruise."

"But it's January..." Stanley pointed out, and Michael slowly descended into his ramblings once more as Jim scribbled on a notepad, folding the note and addressing it Pam. Oscar handed it to Meredith to handed it to Kelly who handed it to Pam, who glanced over at you and Jim. She glanced down, unfolding it and crumbling it up the minute she read it, shocked.

"Y/N and Brenda?" She mouthed, and Jim nodded fast, and she started to laugh.

"What's so funny Pam?" Michael looked up, and Pam coughed.

"My bad Michael, keep going." Pam insisted, sending a wink your way as you put your head in your hands.

—

"So..." Jim sat in the chair, with Pam to one side and you on the other. He spoke with a stupid grin on his face, and he and Pam looked over at you expectantly. "Y/N seems to have made a little oopsie."

"In my defence, I didn't know who she was before I..." you started, groaning. The night before had been interesting to say the least. At least Jim and Pam seemed cool with it, you had never really discussed it before that point.

"What was that Y/N? Three times?" Pam giggled uncontrollably, and you looked straight at the camera.

"Please understand, despite the fact that I may be the only one in this office who got laid last night, I may never live this down... And can I just say, for the record, Brenda is very good looking."

"You slept with someone from corporate, Y/L/N." Jim teased, and Pam reached over prodding at your leg.

"What? Oh, how are we all feeling about the booze cruise?" You repeated the question asked, playfully swatting away the hands of your friends. "It's going to be an absolute disaster, and I ready for something, anything, to become a more pressing issue than my sex life."

—

Marching onto that boat on Friday night with the rest of your office would ultimately lead to one of the worst nights of your life, although you didn't know it yet. You went in with good intentions, and a warm jacket over the nice blouse you had chosen to match your jeans. Low heels, hair down, you looked nice, and it seemed like a few people noticed.

Well, Brenda noticed.

"You look good, Y/N." She said quietly, falling into step with you behind Roy and Pam... And Jim and Katy. Despite Jim's confession about Pam at Christmas, he still brought along his casual girlfriend, though you decided not to question his choices too much.

"Can we... Can we not do this here?" You asked quietly, and her face fell. "No, I mean..." you sighed, and led her quickly away from the rest of the team. "I've enjoyed last few nights, but I... It's not something I talk about at the office, and I mean... It was a hookup." You tried to explain, and Brenda just shook her head.

"No, I get it, I guess. Not exactly the thing you chat about with your colleagues, is it? Does anyone..."

"Jim figured it out, then Pam. They don't spread rumours though..." You assured, and she raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the camera.

"Do they?" She asked, and you looked towards the camera.

"Could you guys cut?" You asked politely, gesturing the sign as you spoke, and the crew disappeared inside to film Michael and the rest of the office, catching a final shot of you and Brenda in what looked like a much more heated discussion.

The inside of the ship was much rowdier, with drinking and party games having begun, with the aid of Captain Jack. Michael looked bummed out by the bar, nursing a glass of something unknown, Meredith was doing the limbo, and Jim sat with Pam, Roy and Katy at a table.

"You guys, it's like we're in high school and we're at the cool table." Katy said with a grin, and Roy laughed. Pam and Jim shared a glance, but said nothing. "Right?" She smiled, and Roy laughed out a soft 'yeah'. "Pam, were you a cheerleader?" Katy asked, and before she could answer, Roy stepped in.

"No, she was total little Miss Artsy Fartsy in high school. She wore the turtleneck and everything." Roy said through chuckles.

"That's hilarious!" Katy smiled, and Jim sat forward.

"It's not hilarious but-" Jim mumbled, making Pam smile a little before Roy took over the conversation.

"Where'd you go to school?" Roy asked Katy.

"Fisher Bohara."

"Piss la who cares-a? We played you." Roy looked over, shocked, and leaned forward a little. "You-you really look familiar... You cheered for them, didn't you?"

"Mm, no." Jim said, glancing over at Katy.

"Yes, I did!" She laughed, and clapped her hands together. "A-W-E. S-O-M-E. Awesome, awesome is what we are, we're the football superstars. A-W-E-" Jim glanced over at Pam, who shook her head along with Katy's chant, and just her smile blocked out the conversation their significant others were having.

Within twenty minutes, Katy and Daryl were cheering on Roy as he took a snorkel shot. Pam walked over from socialising with Phyllis and Stanley, beer in hand, and Roy turned round to her with a drunken smile.

"Come on Pammy! Come on!" He urged, offering her the snorkel, and she shook her head with a smile.

"No, I am not doing that." She said, Daryl quieting her with cheers as the tequila arrived. She leaned down to chat with her fiancé, who sat at the booth, looking flustered, and starting to cheer on Daryl. "Why don't we find a quieter place to hang out?" Pam suggested, and Roy looked over.

"You know what, I've just got to wait for Daryl to do his shot. Just a minute. Come on Daryl! Daryl!" Roy promised, but Pam sighed, and she scanned the room, making eye contact with Jim and he nodded, the pair grabbing their coats and heading upstairs to the top deck.

"It's getting kind of rowdy down there." Pam said as they got up onto the roof, pulling her jacket sleeves over her hands, the sharp January air sending a shiver down her spine.

"Yeah... Daryl, Daryl, Daryl." Jim chanted, the pair sharing a quiet laugh.

"Sometimes I just don't get Roy." Pam admitted, her back against the railing, arms folded over her chest. Jim gave her a look that just said 'well', and she shrugged. "I mean, I don't know..." They shared a smile, both understanding what was being said without needing it explained aloud. Pam bit her lip. "So, what's it like dating a cheerleader?" She asked, a playful tease.

"Oh, um." Jim said, and he stopped, not quite knowing what to follow that up with. His smile faded, and so did Pam's.

"I'm cold." Pam said after a few moments of silence, and Jim stayed still, exhaling through his nose and closing his eyes. He had blown it, he could have said something and he just... Didn't. Pam walked back inside, and Jim decided to wait a while more.

"I don't know what is so hard to understand here B! We had fun, but it was just fun." The voice caught Jim's attention, and he looked over the railing to see Y/N and Brenda below. He knew not to listen in, but as the camera crew came over and began filming, Jim continued to eavesdrop.

"You said you wanted more last night!" Brenda snapped back, pacing. Y/N let out a visible sigh.

"And I didn't mean it. Look Brenda, I just got out of a long term thing, I told you at the bar it didn't end great. I'm not ready for a new relationship." Y/N tried to defend herself. Brenda stumbled a little, and lifted a drink to her lips. It seemed the rather quiet corporate employee was a loud drunk.

"So you're not going to date me because some asshole slapped you once?" Brenda spat, and Y/N shook her head.

"I'm going to get you some water. You're clearly drunk and emotional and I am not going to talk about my abusive ex with someone too intoxicated to stand." Y/N said slowly, walking out of frame. The camera panned back to Jim, who took a moment.

"We should go find her..." Jim said quickly, rushing down the stairs to find you ordering a glass of water and three shots from the bar. "You alright? Water and vodka don't usually mix." Jim said with a nervous laugh, and you glanced over.

"Tonight has not been good Jim. No fun at all. I missed party games and time with you guys because of..." You took a shot. "I slept with them... three nights in a row. Now they think we're a couple and..." you sighed, making sure to not reveal Brenda's 'agenda' while surrounded by drunk men at the bar.

"I would tell you anything more than a one-night stand is a bad idea but you seem to know that already." Jim took one of the shots, tipping his head back and scrunching his face as he swallowed. "It all just sucks..."

"Yeah it does..." you responded, and the pair of you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"... boat is an analogy for the workplace. Like, if it was all sinking down, who would you save?" Michael a voice rose over others at the bar, where he stood with Roy and Captain Jack, the latter shaking his head as he turned to look at you and Jim.

"Ok, suppose your office building's on fire. Jim! Who would you save?" He asked, and you watch Jim's eyes immediately look over at Pam, still sat at his booth with Katy.

"Uh- the customer... Customer is King." Jim said with a smile, taking the third shot and downing it.

"Not what I was looking for, but a good thought." Michael said, drink in hand.

"He's just sucking up." Captain Jack responded, shaking his head. Roy threw an arm over his shoulder, slurring his words as he spoke.

"When you were in the Navy, did you ever almost die?" Roy asked, hiccuping afterwards, and the Captain nodded.

"Oh yeah, yeah." Jack said, and Jim gave you a nod before walking away. "And I wasn't thinking of no customer, I was thinking of my first wife, yeah. The day I got back on shore I married her." Roy nodded, and pushed off Jack, stumbling the way Jim went. You followed, pushing past Roy and stopping as you saw Jim turn to the camera.

"You know what? I would save the receptionist... I just, wanted to clear that up." He said, and with a nod to you, he headed over to talk to Pam.

"Hey everyobdy, um, could I have your attention for just a second? Would you listen to me for a second?" Roy was stood on stage, holding onto the microphone he spoke into for balance. "Um, we were up at the front, and we were talking about what's really important and, um... Pam, uh... I think enough is enough." He gulped, and your eyes went straight to Jim. "I think we should set a date for our wedding. How's June 10th?" Roy announced it, and Pam's face lit up at the exact moment Jim's fell.

Jim walked up onto the brig, finding Michael cuffed to the railing by zipties. In an attempt to give a motivational speech to the team, he had panicked the rest of the passengers, claiming the 'ship was sinking', and now, he stood in the cold. Jim sauntered over, resting on the railing and looking out, slipping on his gloves.

"What happened to you?" He asked, fixing his scarf next.

"Captain Jack has a problem with authority." Michael scoffed.

"Oh right, 'cause you announced that his ship was sinking?"

"Yeah! He just totally lost it. If you ask me, he caused the panic." Michael defended himself, and the pair just sighed, looking out over the black water.

"What a night." Jim said eventually.

"Well it was nice for you, your friend got engaged."

"She was always engaged."

"Roy said the first one didn't count." Michael said quickly, and Jim nodded his head.

"That's... Great." he said softly, his vision focused on a point in the dakrness. "To tell you the truth, I... Used to have a big thing for Pam." Jim admitted. Whether it was the drink, or the fact that when Michael wasn't acting like an asshole, he was actually cool, Jim didn't know. "So.."

"Really, you're kidding me." Michael looked mildly surprised. "Y-you and Pam? Wow... I would have never put you two together, you really hid it well. God!"

"What do you mean?" Jim asked, and Michael shook his head.

"Always thought you were more interested in Y/N... I usually have a radar for stuff like that." Michael shook his head, processing the information. "You know I made out with Jan-"

"Yeah, I know. I know..."

"Yep... Well, Pam is cute." Michael stated, and Jim felt a sad smile take hold of his expression.

"Yeah... She's really funny and- and she's warm and she's just... Anyway." Jim shook it off.

"Well, if you like her so much, uh, don't give up." Jim looked over at Michael in surprise.

"She's engaged." Jim reminded.

"Pfft... BFD! Engaged ain't married." Michael said with a raise of the eyebrows, and Jim exhaled with a smirk.

"Huh."

"Never, ever, ever give up." Michael's words stuck with Jim, and put a smile on his face. The camera panned, and watching from the shadows was Y/N.

You held a drink in your hands, regarding the interaction with a little smile. It wasn't often you saw Michael so himself, but you missed it. His bravado gone and his heart in the right place, Michael was a good person.

And as the ship docked that night, you got into a taxi and headed home, with no intention of hooking up with Brenda, and a little more hope in your soul.

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(Ethan’s POV)

We’re approaching two weeks since Casey was admitted, Since the accident and nothing has really changed. Some cuts and bruises on her face and all over her body have started to heal but not much else has happened. I’m back at work, somewhat. I can hardly concentrate when I’m away from her and not sleeping isn’t helping either. All I’ve been doing is going to my office and looking over some notes and doing paperwork- it’s a distraction. The problem is it doesn’t actually distract me. My thoughts, my heart is on a completely different floor and It’s all I can think about. There’s no distracting myself from this. Even when I’m sometimes able to get some sleep, seeing her in that bed, in that state always plagues my dreams. Every day is like another painful blow when nothing happens. When she doesn’t wake up.

I drop the pen in my hand back down onto the desk. I can’t sit here and pretend that everything is okay when it really isn’t. This place once felt like my home in a way. My work, this place meant the world to me and now I can’t stand the sight of it. I hate being here but when I go home, not that I’ve been back to the house much, I’m surrounded by even more things that remind me of Casey. Remind me of that night. I’ve made a fair few mistakes in my time but letting her walk out will always be the thing I regret the most. This whole, heartbreaking ordeal is making me slowly lose my sanity. I like solving problems, I like fixing things and I just can’t fix this. There is nothing I can do to fix this.

I stand up from my desk after placing all the papers into a neat pile then leave my office. There’s no point being in here since I’m seemingly incapable of thinking about anything else. Naveen has said I could take as much time as I need off of work. I thought that helping someone else would distract me but It doesn’t. It just reminds me of the one person I want to help more than anything but I can’t. I lock my office door as I leave and make my way to the nearest elevator.

When I reach Casey’s room Abigail is just walking out. We quickly exchange pleasantries and she tells me she’s heading outside to get some fresh air and to meet Anthony. Her dad hasn’t really been here all that much, I understand though, It’s hard seeing someone you love like this.

As I sit down, I take her hand into mine. “This is getting ridiculous now, Case. I know you like your beauty sleep but this-” I say gesturing to her in the bed, “This is taking it up a notch. Please, please just wake up, Rookie.”

Everyone is affected differently by a head injury. The truth is we just don’t know what this has done to her until she wakes up. If she wakes up.

There’s a huge possibility of brain damage. Brain damage? That could mean so many things. What if she does? What is her life going to be like? There are so many things, so many consequences just those two words could possibly mean and that’s terrifying. This entire situation makes me feel physically sick. It’s so incredibly hard to watch someone you love

Her life could potentially be so incredibly different to how it was before all of this. Of course, I want her to wake but I’m terrified. What if she can’t do so many of the other things that she could before this? What if this affects her career. Being a doctor, saving people's lives means the absolute world to her. I’m dreading finding out if she’ll have any lasting side effect from this.

Just then, Abigail and Anthong make their way in and take a seat on the other side of the bed. I guess the one good thing to come out of this is that I’ve gotten to know her parents better but that’s not really important right now.

Some time goes by before either of us speak again, Anthony left to go and stretch his legs a short time ago. “Ethan,” Abigail calls to me quietly. I look up from my lap and over to her and she gestures to Casey. From where I’m sitting I can see her eyes starting to flutter.

“Can you go and get Harper?” Abigail nods and rushes out of the room. I stand up and move closer to the bed, moving into Casey’s line of view. The heart monitor Casey is connected to alerts me of her spiking heart rate. “Casey it’s okay. Calm down. It’s okay.” I have no idea if she understands what I’m saying to her and since she still has a tube down her throat she can't talk to me.

She uncoordinately and with much more effort than should be needed, Casey brings her weak arm up to her mouth, grabbing hold of the tube. I place my hands over her and gently push them away. “I’m going to take that out, okay? It’s alright.”

Just as I start to reach for a pair of gloves, Harper rushes in. “I’ll do it,” she insists. “Abigail, you might want to leave the room,” Harper advised as she gets a pair of gloves and slips them one easily.

Abigail refuses to leave and so Harper gets on with it. Removing the tube is never a nice thing, Casey gags a lot but Harper gets it out of it fairly quickly.

Harper moves out of the way so Abigail and I can get step up closer to the bed. Her eyes are darting around the room. She must be so confused. I can’t imagine how confusing this all must be.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, “You’re in the hospital, you were in an accident but you’re okay, Case,” I explain to her quietly.

“I’m here too,” Abigail adds, “And dad is here too. He’s just gone for a walk.”

Her eyes continue to dart back and forth between us both. She gives neither of us an indication that she understood what we just told her. “Casey, do you understand what I’m saying.”

Once again she doesn’t respond. ��Casey?” I ask, grabbing hold of her hand.

“I can’t move,” She tells me. Her voice is raspy and quiet. Abigail leans in closer to her.

“What Honey?” I can see the terrified expression that plastered over her face as she asks her daughter to repeat what she just said.

“M c-can’t m-move,” she repeated. Panic immediately washes over me as I glance at Harper.

Why can’t she move? This isn’t happening.

I run my fingers through her hair to soothe as she begins to panic. “Shhh…It’s okay, Casey. It’s okay.”

“S-scared,” She whispers. She winces at the pain in her throat that the tube has caused. Her voice is barely audible.

“You don’t need to be, sweetheart,” Abigail chimes in. I can’t begin to imagine how scared and confused she is right now. She doesn’t deserve this. Nobody does.

“Tired,” She murmurs as her eyes start fluttering shut again.

“Get some rest,” I whisper. It doesn’t take long for her eyes to flutter shut.

***

It’s nearly an hour later when Harper leads Anthony, Abigail and I to a vacated board room. . I take a seat beside Abigail, Anthony takes the other side of her and Harper sits opposite us all.

“Okay, good news is Casey does have some feeling in both her legs,” Harper explains, “Two weeks is a long time to now be moving. After her legs have healed is going to need some physical therapy to get some strength back. Her memory is a little bit off, she doesn’t remember much from the accident but that’s what we’d expect anyway.”

“But she...she remembers everyone, right?” I ask. I think back to when she woke up, she didn’t say any of our names or gave an indication that she recognised us.

“Yes, she knows who her pain in the ass boyfriend is,” Harper says with a small smirk. “All in all, she’s doing really well.”

(Casey’s POV)

The next time I open my eyes, they’re thankfully not stung by the harsh light like they had been earlier. I vaguely remember waking up, seeing Ethan and my parents but nothing else. The memory is so vague that it almost feels like it was a dream or something.

I turn my head to the side and see Bryce sitting in the chair next to my bed, scrolling through his phone. I wonder where Ethan is.

“Lahela ” I whispered. My throat feels like it’s burning feeling like it’s burning. It feels like it’s literally on fire. Bryce puts his phone away and turns to me.

“Hey, look who's up,” Bryce said quietly and scooted the chair closer.

“E-Ethan,” I ask, I bring my hand up instantly to my throat at the pain that laces through it as I speak.

“Don’t talk if it hurts,” he recommends, it makes sense. “Ethan just popped out for a bit. He should be back soon but until then you’re stuck with me.”

I’m aware of the fact I’m in a hospital but why I’m here is not information i’m privy to right now. Everything is fuzzy and doesn’t make much sense. “What happened?” I wince at the burn in my throat.

“What’s that last thing you remember?” he asked, an unusual down expression on my friends face.

“I-I d-don’t-”

I look around the room. Where am I? It’s a hospital, I know but I don’t understand why I’m here or what’s going on. God, why does everywhere hurt?

There’s an annoying beeping coming from just behind my bed. Talking of the bed; it feels like it’s made of nails.

“You’re in the hospital,” Bryce confirms. I nod; I’ve already figured that out but thankful for the confirmation.

“W-why?” God my throat hurts.

“You we’re in a car accident,” he explains.

The last thing I remember is arguing with Ethan then...nothing. “W-what?” I question. None of this makes sense to me. I don’t even know how time has passed.

Is it the same day?

Is it weeks or months later?

My throat hurts so I’m logically able to put that down to an intubation tube being down there, and I kind of remember Harper removing it. “W-wh-” I just don’t understand. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest; my breathing quickens. Fuck.

A loud beeping fills the room. Bruce leaps forward and comes to sit on the bed beside me. He takes my face in his hands to make me look at him.

I can’t breathe.

“It’s okay. Case, it’s alright. Everything is okay,” he tries to soothe but it’s not. It’s not okay. None of this is okay.

My eyes dart around the room. It feels like someone is sitting on my chest!I’m trying to get air into my lungs but it seems like the harder I try, the amount of air I’m actually getting decreases.

My heart is thudding against my rib cage.

I’m confused. I’m so confused.

I’m scared.

I’m crying now; I don’t understand what’s happening. I don’t understand how this happened.

I can’t breathe- that’s the one concrete thing I know right now.

I’m now only able to take in a few strangled breaths. The panic I’m feeling has already gotten its vicious claws in and I can’t shake it off.

I’m scared. I want Ethan.

I can feel Bryce’s hands on the side of my shoulders but his soothing touch isn’t doing anything to comfort me.

I'm vaguely aware of the door being yanked open and other people coming into the room in a flurry of colours and noises that I’m unable to make sense of.

When I look back up, Ethan is in Bryce’s place now. “Casey, look at me.” My panicked filled gaze flicks up to meet his. “It’s okay. You’re okay,”he tried to soothe. “Copy me, okay?”

I nod. I just want to be able to breathe properly again and to understand what’s going on. Ethan takes in a deep breath in through his nose and exhales out of his nose for a few seconds. I tried to follow suit but I can’t. It’s too hard.

Telling me to breathe isn’t actually helping me too!

Eventually I manage to get the hang of; following my boyfriend's breathing pattern. I feel myself start to calm down, the beeping stops, and the other people and Bryce disperse from the room, leaving Ethan and I on our own.

He stays sitting on the bed. I look up at my eyes welling up. “I don’t under-”

“It’s okay,” Ethan interrupts. “You’re okay; that’s all that matters.” Ethan explains everything to me. The accident, the two week long coma- all of it. I shouldn’t have left that night.

By the time our conversation ends, I’m exhausted and just want to sleep. It’s so much information to process. I’m still not sure that I understand all of it just yet. There’s so much that I don’t understand right now but all I know is that everything will be okay as long as I have Ethan by my side.

(Ethan’s POV)

One year later

Today is the day I never thought would become a reality at times, marrying the love of my life. Finally after the Ross and Rachel like relationship, after all the hardships we’ve faced together, we’re getting married and we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together. The next chapter of our life together is being written today.

It hasn’t been easy, that’s for certain but all those things have just made our relationship stronger. It’s made us both realise that we can get through anything together.

The last year has been incredibly difficult for the pair of us- Casey especially. She had to recover, she had to do all the work but it all led up to where we are now.

(Casey’s POV)

Today is going to be a good day, I can feel it. I’m getting married to the sexiest doctor on the planet. There’s no one else that I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. There have been a plethora of things that have happened that made me think today would never happen but alas, It’s here and I couldn’t be happier.

I’m currently in my hotel room where Ethan and I are getting married. This place is special. My parents got married here back in the day. I’m facing the mirror concentrating as I put in the last earring.

I see my mom come behind me in the mirror. I know that she’s really happy for me and it’s good since Ethan is the only one of my boyfriend who my parents 100% approve of. She walks up to stand beside me and rests her hands on my shoulder.

“You look stunning, Casey,” She says softly, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I nod, “I’m ready.”

“Well then, let’s go get you married to your prince charming, shall we?” she asks, unable to keep the huge off her face.

I spin around on my heel to face her, a huge grin spreading across my own face, “Yeah,” I breathe. This is going to be the start of something amazing.

(Ethan’s POV)

Casey is sleeping soundly beside me. I’ve been unable to drift off for some time so I decided to read through some of the new medical journal Casey had recently brought me for my birthday just a week ago.

My attention is drawn to her when she flinches. I turn to look down at her and shake it off when nothing else happens. A second later Casey starts to whimper. I place the journal down onto my bedside table, about to scoot over to her but she shoots up before I can, panting and visibly shaken.

The sad truth is that Casey does often wake up from nightmares most nights. She ended remembering a little bit more of the accident and that tended to plague her dreams. She insists that she’s fine but she’s not. I don’t think anyone can just move on from something so traumatic. It’s going to take time.

We sit for a little while, Casey wrapped tightly in my arms. “Do you want to see if you can fall back to sleep?” I know that Casey is often fairly hesitant to fall back asleep again. I understand, completely. The argument, getting the phone call from Harper, seeing her for the first time and then Casey going into cardiac arrest are things that I still have nightmares about..

She yawns again and nods. I let her go out of my hold and we lie down together. Casey snuggles into my side and rests her head on my chest. I can’t explain how grateful I am to still have her here with me. Last year was one neither of us are never going to forget but it makes me appreciate her all the more. I know that I’m never going to take her for granted again.

Casey’s POV)

Being wrapped in his arms is honestly something that I didn’t would happen again. I remember seeing that car speeding towards me and thinking of Ethan. I wish that the accident never happened but it’s brought us close together. We got married, we’re happy. Yeah, we squabble now again but that’s fairly normal in most relationships but we always figure it out before it goes too far. Before one of us storms out and has another near death experience.

Ethan’s strong heartbeat is always able to soothe my after a nightmare however the nightmare is still playing over and over in my head and I know that Ethan’s notices.

“It’s okay, Rookie. I’m here. For as long as you need me to be I’ll be here.”

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Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189171035414/out-of-my-league-midoriya-izuku-x-reader-x

Classes are almost over ya’ll~! AH! I can’t friggin’ wait!! Ah I forgot to mention that the reader her, a.k.a you and us are a BIT on the chubby side here.

Summary: You make the ultimate decision to go shopping with all of your classmates.

'Cause she's so high High above me She's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra Joan of Arc or Aphrodite...

‘She’s So High’- Tal Bachman

SECONDS AGO…

“(Y-Y/N)? Are you… okay?” He asked you as Uraraka, Iida and a few other classmates looked at you and you realized that you called him a little louder than you intended to.

“I uh…”

Oh God you were stuttering again, and it never ceased to amuse Bakugo. You were SUCH a dork it was almost endearing. “Uhhh… ummm… uhhhh… oh fuck it… Izuku I need to talk to you about something school-related…” You ignored the looks you were getting and the rather surprised look from Izuku and didn’t notice the shock on Bakugo’s face.

What did you need to talk to DEKU for? It was SO not school-related…

NOW…

“Oh! S-Sure of course…” But Izuku didn’t turn you down, he always came to you if you needed something, so he politely told his friends he’d be back as you gestured him to follow you out of the classroom. He couldn’t lie though; he was nervous and hoping that it wasn’t anything bad or alarming…

“Y-You wanted to talk to me (Y/N)?” He asked you politely as you nodded and sighed heavily, no stuttering, just tell him. “Uh… I-I uh…” Yet there you were, hearing only your heart from your chest as your face turned hot.

“U-Uhhh…”

STOP STUTTERING!

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?” You mumbled EXTREMELY quietly, and of course Izuku couldn’t hear you, he didn’t have super senses after all.

“I’m sorry?”

Dammit…

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?!” You raised your voice a tad bit, loud enough for him to hear at least as you closed your eyes, no way you couldn’t bear to see another guy reject you again. Except you just didn’t see how RED his face turned, and how fast it did as you heard him gasp out loud in absolute shock…

“H-H-H-Huh?! W-Wha…?! M-M-Me…?!” He was a stuttering mess, worse than you in fact as he was absolutely flabbergasted and you quickly opened your eyes to see. Oh my God the poor thing, you were almost worried that your question was going to sink in and kill him like cobra venom.

“A-Are you…? W-What uh…? I-I uh… d-did… a-are y-y-you you…?”

Poor Izuku lost the ability to form sentences, hell he could barely even speak at this point and you were both concerned and charmed by how endearingly befuddled he was. But despite how flustered he was, Izuku ALMOST looked a bit skeptical and even looked over his shoulder and every other direction to see if you were talking to someone else. But no… there was no one else, then again, who else’s name was Izuku?

“M-M-Me…?”

He pointed a very shaky finger at himself, wondering if you were really talking to him, him! Him?! Could you even see him? Were you just a figment of his imagination? There’s no way… he didn’t get asked out to dances! Let alone dates!

And there’s no way someone as cool as you would ever ask out a loser like him. One For All or not, you were still out of his league.

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle a bit, oh my God he really was cuter than an otter in a swimming pool.

“Yeah you.”

This felt just like 16 Candles and that was a classic movie in your mind, and then the more you thought about it, and the more you saw those hopeful, lovely green eyes of his, the more you realized that you wanted to have that 16 Candles kind of thing with Izuku.

He was always there for you, even when you were at your lowest and couldn’t even repay the favor. This time you would do that and go out with him and take him to that dance. If anything, he deserved to be at that dance more than anyone else did because he was the nicest guy you’ve ever met. “M-Me…? Y-You… y-you’re asking me… o-out t-to the… d-dance…?” Izuku was still in disbelief, but slowly starting to believe it because you wouldn’t deceive him like that.

Although he remembered the last time there was a school dance, he thought for a moment that you were going to maybe ask him out. But he was a little boy back then with big dreams, he was grown up now and thought more realistically. Except the big dreams of that little boy was… coming true? Like every other big dream he’s had has slowly been coming true.

Now his best girl-friend was asking him out to the dance.

“Yes! Yes I want to ask you out to the dance dork, that’s why I’m asking, I want to go with you to the dance, so… do you wanna go…? Or…” You resisted the urge to laugh as Izuku blushed even darker, and without even thinking he exclaimed, almost emotionally, “YES I DO!”

The one time he didn’t really have much of a filter, he just said ‘yes’. Because back then he hoped you would ask him out, and one year later it was actually happening. He wanted to go to the dance with you.

Your (E/C) eyes widened and you somewhat loudly gasped. Then reality came crashing down on you as you grinned widely, excitedly but nervously. You were going to the dance with someone…

“G-Guh-Guh-Great! I-I uh… that is awesome…! I am uh… we’re going to the dance~…!” Shaking your fists excitedly you forced that smile to stay on as Izuku looked just as, if not MORE nervous than you as his smile was equally wide, nervous and forced when it dawned on him…

He really had someone to go to the dance with…

“Hee-hee okey dokey! Wow…! That went better than I thought…! S-So uh…”

“Uhh….”

Oh God now neither of you could even talk to each other without stuttering like dorks, but you didn’t want to make this whole thing weird so you started talking again. Somehow…

“It’s in 2 days… so I uh… I will get ready until then… I guess I will… like meet up with you…?” You wondered outloud since this was completely new to you. You could cite everything from Game of Thrones and other things you loved, but you didn’t know the first thing about how dances and dates worked.

“O-Oh, yeah…! I-I will too…! I can… I uh will… be there at the dorms, a-and wait for you…” He knew almost everything about heroes, but absolute zero on what to do for dates or being asked out to a dance. Movies didn’t count, but dammit it was all he could remember whenever he watched those embarrassingly sweet romcoms with his mom.

The guy waits for the girl and then he takes her to the dancefloor? Is that how it worked? He would stick with that…

“Awesome! Hehe… well uh… I look forward to it Izuku…” You were still nervous, but genuinely excited as you meant what you said and you were glad that Izuku’s nerves softened a little bit and he seemed really happy. “M-Me too (Y/N)… I… I can’t wait…” He was excited, extremely excited but also… extremely nervous once the two of you went back into class and to your seats, with the heavy blush on both your cheeks which made nearly anyone who was paying attention, curious.

Hagakure knew though, judging by how shy and flustered you and Izuku looked she had to suppress a squeal and quietly fawn all over you both. You did it! You asked him out!!

You asked him out…

He was asked out…

Now you and Izuku were both freaking out. Oh my God he was going to need to wear his best suit and tie, maybe brush his hair and make sure he had good breath, and he couldn’t screw up the actual dancing. Oh my God what if he steps on your foot? What if he goes to the dance and later any cologne or deodorant he has wears off? What if his breath ends up smelling? What if he trips and makes a huge fool of himself and then worse, embarrass you?

Izuku wondered as he mumbled to himself anxiously much to the great concern of his friends Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama. “Um… Deku…” Uraraka wanted to ask what was up, especially since he looked so frantic, but the boy was lost in his own world.

And you were too as Hagakure saw how nervous you looked. Oh My God you needed to get a nice dress, and ugh you were NOT going to like getting heeled shoes but you needed to look your best. You had to shave your pits and legs, wash your hair and brush it for a change, wear deodorant and perfume and have a ton of gum for your breath. You needed to just do everything to look good and smell good. Especially smell good because hygiene was NOT exactly your strongest suit.

Yes. You were a girl and you didn’t have the greatest hygiene.

And yet that was the worst part because you actually asked a boy out to the dance and now you realized that you had a lot of work to do to make this dance a memorable one.

However…

That was Bakugo’s biggest concern and his biggest doubt. He didn’t know what the hell you talked to Deku about, but he was going to find out. He didn’t like how flushed you and him looked, but he wanted to assume and believe that one of you said something stupid and you and he got flustered since you were both giant dorks.

Still he was glaring at you, and then at Deku. He refused to even consider that maybe you or he must have talked to each other about the dance everyone was talking about. There’s no way you would ever ask him out to the dance when you couldn’t even do that for him last year, and there’s especially no way Deku could ever have the guts to ask you out.

Right?

2 HOURS LATER

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?” You asked Hagakure once class was over and the two of you were walking out of the class and now you were freaking out. Except Hagakure was too excited to let you fret about it. “You asked him out! Like you said you would! You did it! And he said yes!!” She was jumping cheerfully for you, and starting to fawn over how cute it was even though it did nothing to calm you down.

“I know! He said yes! No guy’s ever told me ‘yes’ to things! That doesn’t happen to me! Things like that don’t happen to people like me! What am I gonna do?!” You exclaimed and put your hands to your head nervously, because… it was true, no guy EVER looked your way and so now that Izuku actually took up your offer to the dance you had NO idea what to do now.

“(Y/N)…” Hagakure whined a little bit, “You’re so mean to yourself… but for now you need to get yourself a nice dress! Because Midoriya said ‘yes’! He likes you! But you gotta dress up nice to show off how pretty you are!” She didn’t stop encouraging you though, if Izuku said yes then that meant he HAD to have thought you were pretty.

So why not show him that?

“Tooru I’m NOT-“

“YES! You ARE. You’re pretty (Y/N)! And you’re gonna show everyone! C’mon! Let’s go get the girls and the rest of our classmates so we can go SHOPPING~!!” She exclaimed happily and full of energy as you could only weakly smile, “Yay…” You mumbled very nervously, but that didn’t sound like the worst idea…

Maybe she was right. Maybe you could stand to look a little pretty and feel pretty, you were going to a dance after all!

Yeah… what the hell? It was time to allow yourself to feel pretty.

“Okay! Let’s go!” You pumped your fist in the air with a grin as Hagakure whooped highly with extreme joy.

The girls were all totally on board, much to your surprise and light nervousness and then on top of that, the rest of your classmates were happy to come too, although clearly Bakugou was the most reluctant until Kirishima and Kaminari dragged him along while he kicked and screamed at them. You almost understood why he didn’t want to go though, because frankly you didn’t really want to either. The girls were almost too enthusiastic…

It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with the other girls, you actually liked them, but you weren’t used to hanging around them altogether since you mostly hung out with either yourself, or the boys. Hell, that was made pretty clear given that Izuku and Bakugo were your closest friends. And on top of that each of them were much prettier than you, skinnier than you, cuter than you, smelt better than you, somehow made different hairstyles look better than you…

Even Hagakure, and she was your closest girl-friend, but somehow even when invisible she managed to look and have a better figure than you.

And just like that the joy you had earlier flew right out the window... a temporary burst of confidence was all it was...

“What am I doing here…?” Finally, you asked yourself once you found that you were standing outside a store full of dresses that the girls all had gone into and you just couldn’t find the motivation to take a step inside.

“Yeah. What ARE you doing here?” However, you weren’t alone and you jumped a little bit when you saw Bakugou glaring right at you and you felt blood rushing to your face.

“H-Heeeeey… Bakugo…” You hesitated with a nervous smile, because while you had been on first-name basis with Bakugo ever since you were kids, after middle school you went back to last-name basis, and it pissed him off more than it probably should have as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Answer the damn question.”

You swallowed hard at his blunt demand, and you immediately stuttered, “I uh… umm… uhhh…” And you silently cursed yourself for letting that get the better of you, you couldn’t stutter because you knew Bakugou hated that. At least that’s what you always believed because he’s mocked you for it ever since middle school, and actually he’s mocked you for it since the 4th grade.

So you paused, letting yourself regain your composure and to your surprise, the blonde showed a surprising, rare amount of patience so you could collect yourself, “I have no idea really… it… sounded like a good idea at first but then I remembered… I never liked shopping.” Sighing, you slumped your shoulders the more you realized that yeah, you were so out of your element and you couldn’t believe you were here.

Bakugo’s scoff was almost comforting because he clearly knew how you were, “Yeah no duh, you’re over all this shit, always have been, always thought it was stupid, and it is stupid. Surprised you’re not at Hot Topic, that damn place has all that dumb stuff you’re into.” He almost snickered, because he knew you, you weren’t into this shit, and you weren’t exactly a mall-rat.

You chuckled a little bit, almost laughing because you were starting to think that maybe you should just go back home, this wasn’t going to work, “You know what? You’re actually right…” You didn’t disagree with that, Bakugo was on the ball. It actually made you smile a little bit, yes he was still a jerk, but he cared enough to at least remember some things about you apparently.

“And what did you to say to Deku?”

Now that’s what he really wanted to ask, and your eyes widened slightly and immediately your face went aflame and your pits turned into the rainforest for some reason. Why did that make you nervous? This jerk, like that was any of his business. Yet the way he glared at you was more or less his way of saying ‘I don’t care if it’s none of my business, tell me now’.

“Ah I just… asked him about the dance… I asked if he was going… and to my surprise he said ‘yes’… which like… really shocked me.” That wasn’t a TOTAL lie, it was like 50 percent true, you DID ask Izuku about the dance and you were VERY surprised that he said ‘yes’ and you blushed just thinking about it and prayed Bakugo didn’t see.

He lowly growled in slight annoyance, but he actually believed that. He was feeling PRETTY fucking confident that you didn’t ask that nerd to GO to the dance, and he figured Deku probably grew some balls to go to a dance now that he had Todoroki and those three other extras (Uraraka, Iida and Aoyama) following him. “What a loser.” He muttered a bit, even though he himself didn’t want to go to the dance but those morons he called friends were forcing him to go. And deep down he did NOT want to admit that maybe it won’t be 100 percent horrible because he’s got actual friends to go with now.

You couldn’t really say anything to that, because for some reason what confidence you had earlier was all gone as you stood quiet, “So are you going?” He asked you somewhat roughly and you perked up again, face turning red and your pits sweating even more. Man you needed to see a doctor about that…

A snicker left you, and then a small laugh as if to try and see if that would make Bakugo laugh like it did in middle school, but it didn’t this time which you thought was kinda weird. “Come on Bakugou… me? It’s like you said, I’m over all that stuff… hee-hee w-what makes you think I’d actually go to that thing? I mean… look at me.” You were being self-deprecating and that pissed him off more than he was aware of.

“Well… I guess I’m kinda obligated to go but it’s only cuz the girls are gonna basically annoy me into going…” You added and gave a rather believable answer since he was well aware that the girls liked to lull you around with them despite the fact that you weren’t always entirely comfortable with it and you couldn’t say no to them.

“Well don’t go if you don’t really want to stupid. Don’t let those idiots force you into going to something that’s not even your thing.” He muttered in annoyance, it’s not like he cared about you or anything.

You weren’t as bad as Deku was, or as bad as some of the other idiots in his class. And maybe it was that damn guilt that he couldn’t quite shake off once he remembered rejecting you last year at the last dance. On top of that, you clearly weren’t confident when it came to things like this, he knew that well. You were never confident about things, which is one of the many reasons he looked down on you, and he KINDA felt bad about that too. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, because now you didn’t have any, and it showed when he had to reassure you.

Your eyes went even wider and you were beyond surprised at Bakugo’s words. Was he trying to be nice to you? You didn’t know whether to be touched or scared of this act of kindness.

“Who are you and what have you done with Katsuki Bakugo?” Your confused smile turned into a snicker but all this did was piss him off as he angrily yelled at you, “HAH?! What the hell’s that supposed to mean Shitty Girl?!”

“There’s my guy…” You were instantly reassured once he screamed and showed off his usual, pissy self as you sighed in relief and smiled. “Well… this has been nice and awkward, I’m just gonna go with the girls now and see if I can come up with an excuse to leave.” While it was nice knowing Bakugo actually talked to you for a little bit, you really wanted to leave this awkward situation as you walked away backwards to go into the store and wave at him.

All you could see was his annoyed sneer though as he watched you go in, “Idiot…” Bakugo muttered as he left in a huff, ALMOST a little hurt that you cut what little conversation you and he had short because you felt weird around him. He knew you did…

You knew that he knew too, but you didn’t think much of it. He was just being a little nosy and weird about this dance, and you just told yourself that maybe it’s because he really didn’t want to go either.

And yet here you were, looking around dresses that were WAY too small for your size as you groaned a bit and looked around in hopes to find the largest size which was somehow too small too.

“Ugh. I swear to fucking God it’s like every single dress made is for the skinny girls. Look at all these motherfuckers…” You glared at a mannequin with it’s perfect, thin body, white skin and lack of face, ergo what was deemed ‘perfect’ because it had the right, plastic body, a complete lack of hair and no face which was all men liked. Just a perfect body with nothing gross about it.

Your body was far from perfect, with plenty of body hair where it was supposed to be, your pits, your legs, your crotch, and it was gross. You were gross and you knew it, but hey being gross is being human dammit.

“I hate you.” You said to the mannequin and scoffed as you went over to the larger ladies’ clothes to try and see if there was maybe a nice dress you could get there. And you made sure to stay away from the girls who COULD shop in the sections you had just left and rolled your eyes. Maybe you should just go home…

Yeah, you were going home.

Sighing you flipped your disheveled hair and headed right towards the entrance so you could just go home, maybe see Hot Topic and hit the food court afterwards and also get something sweet at one of the stands.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Where you going?!”

But you closed your eyes, groaning in annoyance when you heard Uraraka’s voice, who apparently caught you leaving and frankly you wanted to just leave but it seemed you had no choice now. “(Y/N)…!! I thought we were shopping together!!” Hagakure whined a little bit because you DID say you would go with everyone, except you didn’t think you would instantly regret it later.

Still you turned to face the girls with an awkward smile. “I’m going home. This isn’t my thing, I mean like none of these outfits fit me or anything and I just… yeah I’m gonna go okay?” You nervously put your hands in your pockets and you were getting ready to just leave. You wanted to leave.

But the girls, while they felt bad for kinda bringing you when you weren’t entirely willing, it’s also because they wanted to include you and make you feel like a part of their group. Girls looked out for each other.

“(L/N)… wait don’t… don’t go just yet, I’m sure there are some outfits that fit you.” Yaoyorozu was going to try and make you feel better but you shook your head. “In case you missed it Yaoyorozu, not EVERY girl can have a perfect body like yours so… I doubt it…” You didn’t mean to sound cold, but it was true, you were being realistic and you felt some satisfaction when you put the smart girl in a box.

“Come on (L/N) there’s no need to be like that, don’t take that out on Yaoyorozu.” Jirou defended her friend, but at this point you were in no mood for this shit.

“Fuck off Jirou. You don’t get it.” You coolly said to the girl who gasped in shock and looked taken aback when you prepared to leave again, “W-Wait! How about you let us help you?!” Yaoyorozu, once again, wanted to help you and admittedly… this shocked you.

You even turned your head with a surprised look on your face, “Yaoyorozu… you’re a nice girl… but… I don’t know… this…” You gestured to your body, letting some guilt show though because she was being so kind. “Is NOT easy to shop for…”

She still smiled at you though, “Every shape is different. I myself have to find my own bras and dresses that can fit my assets.” She explained what sort of difficulties she had although you couldn’t help but think ‘you can just easily make your own though accustomed to your bust size…’

But it was nice to know that even she had her own troubles with finding clothes that fit, and it made sense. After all it was hard for you to find shirts too because not every shirt could fit those things on your chest as you smiled a bit. “Okay… here’s a challenge, think you can help me find a bra that actually fits me? Cuz I’m sure I’ve been wearing the wrong bra for YEARS…” The girls smiled and perked up when it seemed like you were in a better mood and more encouraged.

“Sure we can. I know not many of these clothes are really practical, but there’s a few that can actually fit and look good enough for your tastes.” Tsuyu said to you, frank as always as you smiled at the girls, nodding with a small scoff, “Tell me about it… okay… ladies, help me with my boobs.” You suddenly said to the girls, although your choice of words flustered Jirou but the girls looked ready to help you.

“Absolutely! Come on let’s see what we’re working with!” Ashido was the first to happily pull you in as you actually smiled a little bit and let the girls help you with your assets. It took less long than you thought as Yaoyorozu found you the perfect bra that actually fit, and for once it felt right and not just tolerable having that thing on your chest. That’s one issue taken care of.

You actually smiled when you saw the other girls apparently having trouble finding dresses too, as you each tried on a few other dresses that looked cute but weren’t quite ‘it’ for you girls. Jirou had on something cute that YOU liked but Ashido and Hagakure both shook their heads, much to her dismay. Although Yaoyorozu looked fantastic in just about anything, she and everyone else agreed that it wasn’t quite that right dress for her.

Wow… you had a little more in common with these girls than you thought as you chuckled a bit when you looked at the bra that Yaoyorozu brought for you. You wanted to pay her back but she said there was no need for that, sweet girl…

“And here you go (Y/N). You said that you need these?” She even gave you some bike shorts that you tried on as you nodded and happily accepted it. “That’s right! Thank you~. Because my legs chafe if I ain’t got no shorts…” You sighed a little bit, but seemed a BIT less sad about it. Yes, your legs were prone to chafing due to a little extra weight and thickness on your thighs.

“You’re welcome!” She sweetly said as you smiled at the girl, although you didn’t find a dress yet, you were glad that the girls found you the important things you would need for BEFORE you wear a dress. And so all of you decided to go and meet the guys at the food court for lunch.

“THANK GOD…” You threw your hands up once it was time for a lunch break, much to the girl’s amusement as they laughed with you and you grinned with them. Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad as you hit the food court and waved at some of the guys that were there.

Oh there was Izuku! You happily waved at him and he instantly turned bright red as he looked away shyly, but he shakily and timidly waved back at you. God he still couldn’t believe YOU asked him out…

And then you waved at Bakugo with a bigger smile than he was used to seeing on you. What was up with you? He could only give you a sneer in return as you just giggled, classic Bakugo, never happy to see anyone.

But you were in a good mood, and frankly you were glad to finally get some food in you. Well, more food, but still, you weren’t going to feel too bad about eating today. You gladly got whatever wasn’t recommended for you, a lot of things that weren’t healthy, fast food and even a few sweet desserts that you gladly put on the table in front of you. And you ignored all the looks other girls from other high schools were giving you when seeing the ‘fat fest’ on your tray. Bitches.

You didn’t care and the girls were actually glad you didn’t, you liked what you liked and they didn’t judge you for it. And neither did most of your closest friends either. Izuku sure didn’t, he was glad that you were eating in fact.

Sure it wasn’t the most recommended things, but that’s just how you were, and it was better than not eating. He sighed as he glanced over at you, his cheeks flushing the more he started to admire you a little bit, even as you wiped your face and burped after eating which made Hagakure and Uraraka laugh, while Jirou made a face. Izuku’s always been a little bit keen on you, but there’s no way a guy like him could ever off you what you deserved. You were amazing, unafraid in your own way, even on your lowest days he still admired you and thought you were brilliant.

“Midoriya? Are you feeling okay?” Iida asked his friend in concern when he seemed like he was distracted, again. “O-Oh! Y-Yes! I’m fine, sorry…” And Izuku quickly reassured him even though this kind of flustered him, but Aoyama and Todoroki saw through him a little bit more.

“What did (Y/N) talk to you about?” Todoroki never got to ask him after you had to talk to him in class today, and Izuku’s cheeks betrayed him by burning a bright shade of red as he shook his head, “N-Nothing really! I-It was just for homework! T-That’s all! S-She uh… j-just needed my help…” He couldn’t find it in him to tell his friends that he was asked out, because to be honest, he STILL couldn’t believe it…

Aoyama had a feeling that was the case though, he saw how flustered you both looked when you both came back into the classroom. And then he saw how you looked at Izuku often, and how he would look at you. “She’s a nice girl isn’t she? Lovely too.” Rather than asking him straight up, he instead asked Izuku if he found you pretty. The boy blushed even more as he looked down with a little smile.

‘Yeah… I think she’s awesome…’ He thought to himself as he looked over at you one more time as you took a huge sip of your drink.

“Now that’s a meal…” Kaminari chuckled when he saw how much you were eating, and he was a little bit impressed. “No kidding, why didn’t I take a tip from her?!” Kirishima was a lot less condescending about it though, he admired a girl who wasn’t afraid to eat. “I don’t think we should judge someone for what they eat…” Sero noted with a somewhat nervous smile. Despite being a healthy person, he wasn’t going to judge people for what they ate. However, Bakugo just tried to look disgusted, you never were the healthiest eater and that was a little bit gross.

“Hey Bakugo why don’t you ask HER to the dance?” Was Kaminari’s next question since he saw him talking to you before you went into that store, but Bakugo angrily retorted, “Hell no!” He hated the way his face started to heat up at the thought. Him asking YOU to the dance? There was no way in hell that was happening, he wasn’t going to dance with you! And it’s not because he said he wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last girl on earth…

That’s right he said that… man… now that he remembered that, it was harsh even for him…

“(Y/N)’s great though! She’s funny, she’s smart and she knows who she is, plus she’s cute don’t you think?” Kirishima listed off all the best points about you as he had a pretty high opinion of you and considered you an awesome friend, but all this did was make Bakugo even madder. These idiots acted like they knew you better than he did, he knew you dammit.

You WERE funny and smart, but he couldn’t find it in him to say that out loud, and he was NOT going to dance with you because dances were stupid! He always thought they were and you did too! It was stupid! Everything about this damn dance was stupid!

“NO I DON’T!” He shouted in response, much to the light surprise of his friends because although they knew you and Bakugo have been friends for a while they didn’t exactly know the full extent of your relationship. “That’s not very cool man. (Y/N) has a pretty face.” Sero wasn’t approving of Bakugo’s attitude towards you though, he never thought that was cool. After all you never did anything to him, why was Bakugo so pissy whenever you got involved in a situation or whenever you hung out with them?

“You idiots just shut up! (Y/N) is not just a ‘pretty face’, she’s weird, gross and annoying as hell! I am NOT asking her to the stupid dance!” He exclaimed to his three friends, but all of them looked mildly shocked and a little bit appalled to hear him say such things about you. Sero even made sure that none of the girls, especially you, could hear this. Some of the other onlookers did but thankfully they were all just strangers.

“Man that’s mean…” The tallest boy shook his head, starting to wonder how you and Bakugo were even friends to begin with. “Okay… jeez… ya know it’s so NOT manly to call a girl gross dude.” Kirishima gave his friend some criticism even though the blonde just glared and growled at him. “So… does that mean I can ask her out instead?” Kaminari asked that question once the mood got a BIT too grim for his liking, and Bakugo could call you gross all he wanted, he thought you were cute.

“Don’t even think about it Dunce-Face!!” And Kaminari jumped a bit in shock when Bakugo suddenly shouted for him to NOT ask you out? “W-What?!” He fearfully exclaimed because he was confused, did Bakugo like you or not? I mean make up your mind already!

And that’s the thing, he refused to even think that he liked you. He didn’t! He did NOT like you.

Meanwhile, you just sat at your table with your gal-pals, slurping spaghetti noodles as you looked over at Bakugo’s table and wondered what it was he was screaming about. But you shrugged and just assumed Bakugo was just being Bakugo, and you got up so you could get a refill of (S/D) your favorite soda drink.

You watched the liquid filling your cup and at the corner of your eye you saw a familiar face, oh it was that Shinsou boy, getting his own drink to put on his tray of food.

That’s right he was part of the class now, you realized with a small chuckle and gasped when the bubbly soda suddenly overflowed from your cup and cold liquid ran down your fingers and already got sticky, “Oh God, oh God, oh God… ugh…” Quickly you grabbed some napkins to wipe it off, and you froze when you heard an amused chuckle.

And you saw Shinsou grinning right at you, clearly he thought that was hilarious as you pouted a little bit. “I know you. You have that telekinesis quirk.” He remarked once he recalled your familiar face and you ceased your pouting.

“Heh, that’s me.” You replied neutrally with a little smile to be polite, and he was still smirking at you and pointed to the side of his mouth, “You know you’ve got sauce on your face.” He noted as you flinched and blushed in embarrassment, “Oh… shit… is it off?” You asked as you wiped it off with the sticky napkins.

“Yeah it is.” He was nice enough to tell you that as you scoffed, “Well you got a little something under here.” You decided to be a smart aleck and point to the bags under your eyes, just to point out the bags he had under his eyes, but he rolled his eyes and didn’t cease his grin.

“What do you call those things under your eyes?” He pointed out your hypocrisy as stuck your tongue out at him, “Shopping bags…” However, you couldn’t deny that you had bags under your eyes as you sighed…

“At least you can say you did shopping?” He asked you, tone a BIT more playful though since he could sympathize with that as you laughed, “Yeah you got a point there actually… and I’m not the type who goes shopping.” You pointed out with a smile, “You could have fooled me.” His smirk turned a bit more… flirtatious? No…

“Oh shut up! Like you’re the type who shops too, I mean I love the whole ‘I just got out of bed’ hairstyle but you can’t talk shit…” You tried not to laugh but you couldn’t help yourself as Shinsou chuckled a little bit. “Okay… you got me there. But you know, you and I have the same hairstyle.” He pointed out your messy hair though, while it wasn’t wild like his, it still wasn’t really brushed and was pretty messy.

“Bedhead twins?” You shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile as Shinsou’s smirk turned into more of a smile. As Ashido watched you and him talking, her eyes brightening a bit.

“OMG Chemistry alert~!” She exclaimed cheerfully to the girls who stopped to see what she was talking about, and they saw it. You and Shinsou just talking to each other, and you were laughing and he was trying his hardest not to even though your laughter was oddly contagious. Hagakure gasped a little bit, as happy as she was that you asked out Izuku, this was kinda cute…

And the other girls had no idea that you already asked out Izuku, but they were already starting to think that you were probably gonna ask out Shinsou? Even though you guys hadn’t really talked until now.

“Hee… oh God I forgot about my girls, hehe thanks for being awkward with me, I will see you later dude.” Once you remembered the girls, you took your drink to go back to them as he smiled and waved at you. “See you.”

As you walked away he watched you go with an amused little smile, what an interesting, funny person you were.

She's so high High above me...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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blu-joons · 5 years

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DATING BTS HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Park Jimin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jimin is incredibly affectionate towards you, hugs are his absolute favourite, he loves to wrap his arms around you and feel your body pressed against his. He will always have some sort of hold on your body, making sure you’re nice and close.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You were never sure if Jimin liked you or not before you started dating. Naturally, he’s a flirty character, so you thought it was his way of just being friendly. But as he got to know you, he found himself falling for you. Whilst you weren’t sure, he knew, and the boys could see it too. This wasn’t just him being his usual flirty self, they could see something different, a spark in his eyes.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

When it came to confessing his feelings, he was incredibly nervous. His usual confident self had disappeared. He confessed one night when the two of you were alone at the dorm, spending time with each other. You were shocked that he actually liked you, and whilst momentarily, he was terrified that you didn’t feel the same way, but you quickly told him you did, as his nerves were brushed aside, replaced by his usual chirpy self once more.

D ⇴ DATES

He’s a proper romantic when it comes to dates, at least once a week the two of you will put a night aside to be together. Usually, he books a nice restaurant, or takes you on a walk, simple things, that he can put a lot of thought into. For special occasions, he would spend the whole day whisking you off your feet, dedicating every second to you. Throughout your dates, he’d make sure his phone was turned off, and you were in an environment where you couldn’t be disturbed, so his full attention could be on you the entire time.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He’d had a few casual flings in his time, but you were his first proper relationship. For the first time, with you, he felt like he’d found someone he could see spending the rest of his life with. Dating an idol wasn’t easy, and usually girls had left him when things had become too much, but you, you stuck around, because he was worth it. Unlike other relationships, he felt secure, he trusted you, and he knew that you were always honest with him. There were doubters, but in his heart, he knew being with you was different, he could make it work.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you had your fair share of squabbles, if Jimin didn’t get his way, he’d often have a little go at you until he got what you wanted. The two of you never argued over anything serious, you were good at solving issues before they surfaced. Also, you knew how damaging arguments were on him mentally, he didn’t take well to shouting and getting angry, so you’d always try your hardest to calm any situation down before it amounted into anything, making sure that he was your priority to be taken care of. An argument would never linger, he wouldn’t be able to do anything whilst the two of you were still an argument either.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You were most nervous about meeting his father, as you knew how close the two of them were. They knew he was flirty, but they couldn’t wait to meet the girl who had stolen their precious boy’s heart. Instantly, you were welcomed into the family, they loved to joke and laugh almost as much as Jimin did, putting you straight to ease.

H ⇴ HOME

At times, he couldn’t wait to leave the dorm and move in with you. He waited a couple of years, for when he had more time at home, before buying an apartment with you. He went big, he wanted to spoil you, after all you put up with, whilst also knowing the boys would be over for sleepovers most nights anyway.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He was the first to say those three special words. It was off the cusp, as you stayed up most of the night waiting for him to come home from the studio with a plate of food. It was a small gesture, and something you’d done several times, but there was something that night that just melted his heart when he found you there, greeting you with those three little words as you pulled him into a hug.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

There were plenty of times when he’d get jealous, but you’d get jealous too when he got a bit flirty around other people. It was harmless, but he suffered worse with it. He was incredibly protective of you, even if the boys got too close sometimes, he would step in and tell them to back off. There was no way he was going to let anyone near his girl, with a tight arm around you, it was easy for you to figure out when he was feeling jealous, as he’d never leave your side. He’d be needy and whiny until you were comfortably back at home.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having children was a huge dream of Jimin’s, meeting kids at meet and greets and events was one of his favourite things in the world. For a while, he’d questioned if he’d ever found the right girl to settle down with, but with you, he knew he’d found it. You were maternal anyway, looking after him and the boys, so he quickly pictured the two of you with your own family one day. He was confident too that the two of you would make beautiful babies.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

His laugh was one of the first things that caught your attention, the strong cackle in the room could always be heard. Some days it was hard to press a laugh out of him, but you always managed it, with a joke or a smile, it would pick him back up. He could always make you laugh too, at times it felt like you were dating a big kid, he’d run around or make a funny noise, and that was enough to make you throw your head back and start giggling. Sometimes, the two of you wouldn’t even know what you were laughing about, in fits of giggles together.

M ⇴ MISSING

Homesickness was something Jimin really struggled with when being with you. He’d worry constantly if you were doing alright or if something had happened. Waking up every morning to an empty bed sucked, eventually he started bringing one of your old teddies on tour with him to cuddle with. Every day, without fail he’d text you, and be in a massive strop until he got a text back from you, so he knew you were doing alright. He’d send you presents too when he was on tour, so you had little things around the house to remind you of him and help bring you comfort when you struggled with hard days too.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Pet names were something the two of you were big on, he was your little ‘sweetheart,’ whilst you were simply his ‘love.’ You never called him by his name too, if you called him Jimin, he knew he was in trouble or had done something wrong.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with every part of you, he just loved to be able to wrap his arms around your body, it was impossible for him to pick just one feature of yours that he preferred over any others.

P ⇴ PDA

He wasn’t afraid of PDA, but he certainly wouldn’t rub it in people’s faces that he was in a relationship. He liked to hold you quite a lot, but everyone knew that Jimin was a cuddly person regardless. During V Lives especially, he would always talk about you, and he loved to have you feature in them so he could show you off to the world.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loved to ask questions, not just about you, but the world. He loved to have discussions with you about anything random, just so he could listen to your voice, seeing how passionate you were about different topics.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

One thing Jimin never did around you, was dance. He always got super shy and embarrassed when you asked him to dance for you, he’d never be able to do it. On stage, he would happily dance, even if you were in the audience, if he was in the studio, and the boys were with him, he’d happily dance too. But when it was just you and him in a room, he couldn’t do it, he’d blush and go weak at the knees, opting to cuddle you instead.

S ⇴ SEX

Passionate is the perfect adjective to describe sex with Jimin. He may be small, but boy is he mighty! He loves to dominate and make you feel loved, he loves to guide your hands, specifically through his hair. His arms would always be around you, holding you as close to him as possible. If you weren’t in the mood, he’d understand, but with charisma like his, it was almost impossible for him not to able to put you in the mood.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He’d text you constantly whenever he had a free second, even now, he still gets a buzz every time a text from you comes in, instantly replying so he can eagerly anticipate the next message you’re going to send to him.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Everything in Jimin’s world was much more positive with you in it. Through the toughest of times you’d been there to help put a smile back on his face, and often be the shoulder that he needed to cry on in order to make himself feel better again.

V ⇴ VACATION

Holidays were rare, which is why Jimin always tried to make them as special as possible. Your busy schedule meant you often couldn’t be a part of the tour, but when he was home, he’d take at least a week away from the band in order to travel with you, and give you the time and love that you needed for all you sacrificed.

W ⇴ WHINING

No one you knew whined more than Jimin, if things didn’t go his way, or he wanted your attention, he’d sit and scream out your name until he got his own way.

X ⇴ XXXXX

With plump lips, kisses from Jimin always made you smile. Whenever he was cuddling you, he’d always trail kisses along your neck and shoulder, smiling against your skin. When he wanted something more from you, he was incredibly passionate, long, heated kisses were how he stole your heart, slipping his tongue into the kiss if he felt playful. Kisses were his way of constantly making you feel loved and secure in your relationship.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his rock; he could face the world with you by his side.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He hated sleeping without you, he loved to have you cuddle up against you whilst he slept, being able to rest his head on top of yours and smell the strong scent of your shampoo, soothing him into a deep sleep.

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atsumuwoah · 4 years

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eighteen - s. koushi x reader

title : eighteen words : 936 notes : gen neu famous singer! reader fic! hAHA. issa tiktok vibe owo. iT'S WHOLESOME I- genre : fLUFF FLUFF FLUFF MORE warnings : s i c k e n i n g l y s w e e t

my masterlist~

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"koukou! let's play on the swings!"

"ok! i'll push you!"

these words resonated through your mind as you prepped for your last ever live show in japan before moving on to your worldwide tour. this location was hitting close to home, for you were performing in the miyagi prefecture, your hometown.

many people knew that, so you knew this show would be a packed one. to see a evolved star in the place where she began. you left miyagi when you turned 18, as soon as you finished high school, to go work in tokyo with the best entertainment agencies to get your career going. needless to say it was one of the best decisions you had ever made.

however, that didn't mean you didn't have any regrets. and that's how your new song was about to debut.

walking out onto stage, you waved to all your excited fans. people of all ages were packed into the giant area. many were waving posters and banners for you to see. it was a heartwarming sight to see.

"hai miyagi! welcome to my last tour show in japan!"

cheers erupted and echoed.

"today i'm debuting a new song, and it's about my life right about before i started this. and what better to debut it in the place that started it all. so, i hope you enjoy my new song, '18'!"

"i got a heart and i got a soul believe me i will use them both we made a start be it a false one, i know baby, i don't want to feel alone so kiss me where i lay down my hands press to your cheeks a long way from the playground i have loved you since we were 18 long before we both thought the same thing to be loved, to be in love all i can do is say that these arms were made for holding you i wanna love like you made me feel when we were 18 we took a chance god knows we tried yet all along, i knew we'd be fine so pour me a drink oh love, let's split the night wide open and we'll see everything we can live in love in slow motion, motion, motion so kiss me where i lay down my hands press to your cheeks a long way from the playground... i have loved you since we were 18,"

the crowd basically erupted. not just in cheers, but in tears as well. you was so heartwarming that people were crying actual, real tears, and you had to admit, this a was new thing, even for you.

"aHHH! (Y/N)! WHO WAS THE SONG ABOUT?" yelled out a fan.

"koukou? if you're scared we can go down the side together?"

"w-wah! that would be nice, (y/n)-chan,"

"my sandstorm whooshed your adventurers away!"

"not in this sandbox! haha!"

"ne ne! can't catch me!"

"i'm faster than you!"

new thoughts flooded into your mind upon hearing the question, and you smiled with some tears brimming in your eyes.

"well, i had this childhood friend that i had known since preschool. we'd always play with each other in the playground, and we even did school from elementary to high school all together. i don't remember his name, but my nickname for him way back when was koukou, because i couldn't get his name, and it just stuck. and i guess in high school, i developed a crush on him, but i didn't realize it until it was too late, and by then i was already in tokyo," soon, you couldn't keep in your tears, and few of them slowly rolled down your cheeks.

someone in the crowd threw a pack of tissues at you, and that immediately made you feel better.

"owie! my knee!"

*h-hic hic*

"don't worry (y/n)-chan, i have tissues so you won't cry!"

"h-hey, whoever that was, come backstage afterwards! i want to personally say thank you!"

soon everyone was filing out of the area, and you had an alert from one of your bodyguards that the 'tissue pack' fan was finally there. excitedly you got up. you wanted to say thank you, even if they didn't know how such a little gesture meant so much to her.

"hai! you are..."

everything came flooding back as soon as you saw who it was.

"soo-gah-wa-ra kou-shi,"

"kou... kou... koukou?"

"yeah, koukou!"

silver-white hair. milk chocolatey eyes. an ear to ear pearly smile.

warily you whispered a single word.

"koukou?"

"aha, that's me,"

from there you couldn't stop yourself. you engulfed him in a big bear hug, tears truly streaming down your rosy cheeks. you sniffled as you hugged him tighter, and he returned the embrace, rubbing your back as to sooth you. you let go, still looking at the boy's face.

"mr refreshing did gone grow up," you say teasingly.

"e-eh? i thought that nicknamed died a long time ago?" he flustered.

you laughed, until you realized an important subject haven't yet brought up.

"a-ai! i accidentally confessed to you onstage to everyone!" it was your turn to stutter now. it made you realize that you, indeed, still had that crush on him. just the reminder of him sparked all the memories from before.

soon you realized he was blushing too. he began blabbering about how it was no big deal, and how he thought it was sweet anyway, and even though he thought you were absolutely super pretty...

from there you had enough of his rambling.

you stared at the worried boy's face as you clamped his face between your hands. you lightly connected you lips with his, and as you moved back, you stared right into his extremely widened eyes. his face was extremely red at that point.

"i have loved you since we were 18,"

extended~

"y-you're too corny, (y/n),"

"exactly why i wrote the song,"

"i-i-i, i l-love y-you too,"

"since when?"

"s-since we were 18, dummy!"

"love you,"

"l-love you too,"

#haikyuuwritersnet #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#sugawara koushi #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #sugawara x reader #riri's haikyuu stuff

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peter-parkers-passport · 4 years

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Flower Child (Peter Parker x ofc)

Chapter 10: Every Batman Needs a Robin... or an Alfred

warnings: mentions of traumatic occurrences, depictions of anxiety, two mad scientists, and very inaccurate science it’s fine

Had Lila not been completely washed over with shock, she may have thought she stared at the mask for far too long. But it wasn’t necessarily her fault, she’d been through the wringer that day: first having to actively compete in the academic decathlon, then almost dying, and finally seeing that Peter Parker, the boy she had more than a small crush on, was Spider-Man. It was a lot for any fifteen-year-old to swallow.

As soon as Lila saw what Peter had pulled out of his backpack, the red mask with white eyes that had saved her life twice now, her mind went on the fritz, and all conscious thought ceased. She barely even heard Peter ask, “Now do you understand?”

A significant span of time must have passed after the initial question, for the look on Peter’s face grew worried. Lila still hadn’t moved, spoken, or blinked after locking eyes with the Spider-Man mask. “Lila?”

Finally, Lila looked back up at Peter. Mouth opening and closing like a fish, she struggled (more than usual) to find the right words. “I…I - and y-you…” She trailed off, suddenly finding the need to sit down. She moved to her desk on wobbly legs and sat in her chair, gaze focusing on the wall behind Peter as she let her first initial thoughts come to her.

Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

Peter Parker fought Captain America.

Peter Parker is a superhero, and you were going to kick him out of your room.

“Lila,” Her attention was back on Peter. A twinge of guilt settled in her stomach at seeing his panicked expression, which was enough to sober her up and begin to rationalize her thoughts. “I need you to say something, p-please.”

“I th-thought you were lousy at keeping secrets,” Lila breathed, eyes darting back to the mask and up to Peter. She ran her fingers through her hair and wiped at her eyes, which still had streaks from her tears. At the look of slight confusion on Peter’s face, Lila breathed out a small laugh.

“What? I can - I can keep secrets-”

“Clearly. E-Exhibit A.” Lila gestured to the Spider-Man mask Peter still held. “I just… you made it so o-obvious with Liz, I r-really never would have guessed-”

“Wait, you know I like Liz?” It was difficult to tell what panicked Peter more, the fact that he revealed his secret identity, or that Lila had known about his crush on Liz. Lila pretended it didn’t hurt for him to admit it.

She stood up, rubbing her hands on her legs. Shrugging, she said, “I d-don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t t-talk a lot? So I just - I just watch people. It’s h-hard to miss the way you l-look at her.” Mostly because I want you to look at me like that. “I just can’t believe I missed th-this.” Holding out a patient hand, Lila looked to Peter.

Reluctantly, Peter handed the mask over to Lila. The texture surprised her, the fluid fabric sifting through her fingers as she adjusted the mask to stare right back at her. Despite her best attempts not to, the crushing weight of the last week hit her again. “S-So, your Stark Internship…”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed. “It’s this.” She didn’t say anything in response, opting to think over what that meant, how much Peter had actually done for her besides picking out a computer for her dad’s shop. It was a vicious cycle of taking things in. Peter seemed to take her silence for something else, for he added, “Lila, please, you can’t - you can’t say anything-”

“So it was you?” Peter grew quiet once again as she looked up to him, eyes shining with unspilled tears. “It was you at - at Delmar’s? Fighting off those bank robbers? It was you today in W-Washington? In the elevator?”

Guilt flashed in Peter’s eyes. “Lila, I swear, I never meant for anyone to get hurt. Delmar’s, it - it was a mistake, and I had no idea the Chitauri core was explosive, I-” Peter was cut off by Lila stepping forward and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

She wasn’t much for displaying affection, but being so close to Peter made her feel safe. And now, she knew why. As Peter hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist, Lila breathed, “Thank you.”

In his hold, Lila felt Peter tense at her words, which confused her. But before she could think too into it, he relaxed, holding her fractionally tighter. There was a slight worry that Peter could feel her heartbeat through her clothes, but her ultimate decision was that she shouldn’t care. She was hugging Peter Parker, the boy who saved her life and despite everything, told her the truth.

“Um,” Peter said, suddenly stepping back from her awkwardly, hand running through his hair. Nerves coursing through her body once again, Lila wondered what she could have done. “Thanks, I guess.”

Disbelieving laughter burst through her lips unwillingly. “You’re - You saved my life, and y-you’re thanking me?”

Peter mirrored her smile, which was a relief, “Yeah.” His hand rest at the back of his neck and Lila wished he would stop being so distracting. “It’s kind of a thankless job, so… to hear it is really nice.”

“You should hear it more often,” Lila said, completely meaning it. Peter sent her a grateful smile. Both of them were still standing, not entirely sure where to go from there. What could happen with the two of them? Would they just go their separate ways from there, Lila carrying Peter’s biggest secret and pretending that nothing had changed?

It occurred to Lila that this might be her chance to change that. She didn’t want to go back to normal. Peter telling her the truth was a leap of faith, and Lila was determined to make it worth it. “Um - is it okay if I ask you something?”

“I mean, it can’t be any worse than Ned. He had so many questions,” Peter admitted, sitting down on her bed once again.

Lila tilted her head to the side, “Wait, Ned knows?” She thought about it for a second, then nodded. “Oh - of course. He - he had the Chitauri core with him today.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, “It was a total accident. He kind of saw me crawling on the ceiling of my bedroom-”

“Wait, on the ceiling?” Lila asked. A childish kind of excitement filled her, and the realization that she was talking to a superhero settled in her mindset. She briefly thought of Sophie, and her list of questions she had for every superhero she hoped to meet one day. Now that she was right in front of one, what were Lila’s? “What else can you do?”

“Um - I can crawl on walls, which is how I got up the monument today,” Lila nodded, sitting down next to Peter, eyes and full attention on him. “I can lift things, really heavy things-”

“Like elevators?”

Peter let out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, like elevators. There’s also this uh - thing. I call it like a sense of sorts where I can feel things before they happen. Like, if someone tried to throw a punch at me, I would feel it coming before it actually happened.”

That explains why he always seemed to know that I was coming up to talk to him, Lila thought. It seemed so clear now that he was explaining it. Peter wasn’t in need of his glasses anymore, he didn’t struggle as much in gym class, and Lila had thought he’d filled out his sweaters and flannels a little more this year…

“Okay, so - so how did th-this happen?” Lila asked. “You didn’t like, create a t-teleportation device and a house spider slipped in, r-right?”

Peter actually laughed. Her question apparently took him off guard, and he shook his head. His eyes were shining, and he smiled at her. Lila ignored her stomach doing somersaults as he answered her. “No, no. It’s not like that. Actually, do you remember the school trip we took to Oscorp? It was during our mutation unit in biology?”

Lila nodded her head, “It was their cellular ex-experimentation lab, and they had a r-really cool plant display.” She thought back to that day in early January, remembering how she could see New York’s skyline so clearly out of the windows. “Y-You got so sick at the end of it.”

“You remember that?” Peter looked at her curiously.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just pining from afar. Ignoring the blush that rose to her cheeks, Lila hastily pointed a finger at herself. “Wallflower, remember?”

“Um - y-yeah.” Peter shook his head, the memory coming back to him once more. “That was why I was so sick: p-part of their experiments were radioactive testing, and a group of spiders had been exposed. One got out somehow and bit me right here,” He faced the opposite direction from her and ran his fingers along the top of his neck, brushing some of his hair aside.

Lila leaned forward to get a better look at what he was pointing to and placed her fingers over his. Lifting up several loose curls from his neck, she noticed a tiny scar that resembled a bug bite. Rescinding her touch, Lila shivered at the thought of a spider crawling on the back of her neck. She didn’t even see Peter’s shiver in response to the feeling of her fingers on his skin.

“Okay, um - is there anything else you can do? Mentally communicate with spiders, eat b-bugs, inject venom into y-your enemies…?”

“None of the above,” Peter said, still a slight smile on his face as he turned back to face Lila. She could have sworn she thought she heard him mutter thank goodness under his breath.

“So - So now I know, and Ned knows. Does a-anybody else know?”

Peter shrugged, “No. Just you, Ned, and Mr. Stark, but only because he built the suit-”

“Wait, wait, so May doesn’t know?” Lila asked, eyes wide. The idea that he was under no adult supervision (she opted not to count the incredibly busy billionaire) made her nervous. Was he really doing this by himself? “A-At all?”

“If she knew, she would freak out, okay? Like, lose her ever-loving mind.” Peter suddenly stood up, and his nervous posture appeared once again. “Just with everything that happened-” With Ben Parker, he didn’t need to finish, “- no. She cannot know. Lila, nobody can know, okay?”

It was more than a plea, it was more than desperate, and Lila understood. This was life or death, it went past high school, went past homecoming, went past herself. Nodding, she locked eyes with Peter. “I promise. I won’t - I won’t tell anybody.”

There was a tense moment where Peter regarded her doubtfully. Not that she could really blame him, this was a massive secret that needed to be kept, and how was Peter to know she was trustworthy. But she was Lila, and she would do anything for Peter. He must have sensed she would, for he nodded slowly. There wasn’t really much else for Lila to do except hand Peter back the mask she still gripped tightly. Taking it from her with a small thanks, Peter put it back in his backpack.

She didn’t want to seem like a snoop, but Lila couldn’t help herself. She’d gotten a glimpse of the rest of Peter’s backpack as he put the mask away, and saw something she couldn’t ignore. “What’s that?” She asked, pointing to the dark metal bands sitting on top of his suit.

“What, these?” Peter pulled them out, and Lila nodded, standing up and stepping closer to inspect them. Peter handed her one, which she took delicately and inspected. It was lighter than it looked, but knowing that Tony Stark might have had something to do with them, they were probably more high tech than her cellphone. Finding a little button on the top of the band, Lila clicked it, revealing a compartment holding a vial of a white, iridescent substance. Holding it up to the light, Lila looked at it in awe.

“Tony Stark made this?” She asked, eyeing the vial still as it became almost transparent in her bedroom light.

Peter nodded. “Well, he made the web-shooters, but the web fluid, is - is mine.”

Lila found her gaze torn away from the web fluid and back on Peter. “You made this yourself?” It was difficult to keep any awe out of her voice.

“In chemistry,” Peter shrugged like it was no big deal. But the tinge on his cheeks said otherwise. “Just a formula I’ve been working on.”

Deciding it would take too much time to go into specifics like how it went from a fluid to webbing material, or how to get out of it, or even how Peter managed not to tangle himself up in it, Lila asked, “Can I see?” At his confused gaze, Lila clarified, “The f-formula. Can I see it?”

“Oh,” Peter nodded, suddenly reaching into his front pocket. Producing his cellphone, he started flicking through and producing a picture. Handing his phone over to Lila, he stopped at her questioning gaze. “What?”

“You keep content in regards to your s-secret identity on your phone?” Lila asked, taking the cellphone from him. She ignored his stuttering protests and stared at the picture of the formula he’d written on graph paper. Running the calculations through her head, she nodded silently as she studied it. When she’d finished, she hummed, handing the phone back.

“What?” Peter asked again.

“What do you mean, wh-what?” Lila asked.

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “You hummed. It’s not wrong, I’ve made it before, it works fine.”

“I believe you,” Lila said lightly, not wanting to cross any lines.

“Well you hummed, you were skeptical-”

“I wasn’t skeptical-”

“If there’s something you think is wrong-”

“It’s a perfectly functional formula, Peter-”

“Lila just tell me.”

“Fine,” Lila said. “It’s fine, the f-formula is fine it’s just - you’re being too conservative with the use of Toluene.” Peter cocked his head in confusion. “If you up the m-methanol by an eighth and Toluene by half, you’ve got the same lightweight structure, just m-more durable.”

Still, with a suspicious look on his face, Peter looked from Lila back to his phone, reading the formula over again. He did the same mental calculation she did, eyes widening in surprise. “You did that all in your head?”

“I’m not as good as y-you are in chemistry,” Lila huffed indignantly, “But I know enough. And - And there were similar formulas to it in the decathlon today, it was still kind of fresh. Do you want to go try it out?”

“What the formula?” Peter asked and Lila nodded. He sighed, “All my stuff’s at school-”

“Well, we can just try it out with some basics at the greenhouse,” Lila stated calmly. The actual idea gave her a huge thrill, to help Peter in some way after all he’d done for her. “Just some experimentation with it, if you want?”

Apparently her offer was too good to pass up. Peter nodded enthusiastically, and Lila took that as her cue to get ready. Shoving her shoes onto her feet, Lila hastily made her way into her bathroom, rummaging through the cabinets for her toner. Checking the ingredients on the back, she hummed in satisfaction, seeing the salicylic acid as one of the ingredients. Lila gripped it tightly and headed back to her bedroom, where Peter watched her as she threw it into her backpack before zipping it up. Guiding him out of her room with a quick wave, the two made their way down the stairs into the kitchen, where Lila made a beeline for the cabinets under the sink. She found the appropriate glass cleaning solution and placed that in her backpack as well.

“Okay, are you ready to go?” Lila asked, taking her house keys out of the bowl perched on a countertop. Peter nodded, and the pair headed for the front door. But they didn’t even cross the living room by the time the front door opened, and Ted Landry walked across the threshold. He clutched a paper bag tightly in his hands, and he started when he saw Peter and Lila looking back at him.

“Oh, Tulip, what’s-” He eyed her backpack and keys in hand, “- Are you going somewhere?”

Lila shifted awkwardly. “Yeah, Peter was - he was going to w-walk me to mom’s greenhouse. If that’s - if that’s okay.”

“Uh… sure.” It came out as more of a question. “Just make sure to close back up-”

“Is that tomato basil?” Lila asked, stomach lurching with hunger. She could practically smell the soup from where she stood.

Her father held up the bag and looked at it as though he forgot he was holding it at all. “Yeah, from Hale and Hearty, just like you asked...” His tone was still confused, and he trailed off as Lila took the bag gratefully from him.

She kissed him on the cheek and guided Peter out the door. “Thank you. Love you!” She shut the front door with the image of Ted standing in the foyer, looking lost in his own home.

*****

“Okay,” Lila said as she threw her backpack onto one of the tables in the break room on the second floor. Taking out the glass cleaner and toner, she set them down next to her backpack and moved on to take the soup out of the paper bag. Fortunately, her dad had gotten her a larger container, and she popped it in the microwave that was exclusively saved for Sophie when she was working long shifts.

“S-So, I have a microscope up in the greenhouse,” She gestured up the stairs to the door of her greenhouse, “And I definitely have some Toluene glue up there from rebuilding some of those garden beds-”

“Why are you helping me?” Peter asked out of the blue. Their walk had been silent for the most part, both just in their heads about this strange situation. Lila was taken off guard from his question, pausing her movements and interrupting her train of thought. Staring at him curiously, she waited until Peter elaborated. “I mean - we just - we’ve only started talking for like a week, and you already know my biggest secret - I… I don’t get it. You could l-live your whole life just moving on from this whole thing, why are you getting tangled up in this?”

Because I’ve had the biggest crush on you since eighth grade?

Lila tucked her hair behind her ear and felt nerves dance in her stomach. “Um - I just - you s-single-handedly saved my life twice, and I-”

“But I’m not expecting a thank-you, Lila. I wasn’t going to let you die, I just-”

“No, no, I get that, it’s…” She sighed heavily. “You don’t have a multi-billion dollar company behind you or experience in a world war, or e-even seven Ph.D.’s behind you. You’re just you - s-saving New York by yourself.”

“It’s really just Queens,” Peter mumbled, and Lila smiled in adoration.

She shook her head, “You c-can try downplaying your i-incredible selflessness, b-but it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been doing this alone. I just don’t - I don’t want you to have to do this alone anymore. E-Even if I don’t have seven Ph.D.’s… yet.” She offered a small smile, and Peter returned it. The unspoken agreement that Lila was on board with helping Peter with Spider-Man hung between them, and the pair bonded despite the unconventional circumstances. “Plus, every Batman needs a Robin… o-or maybe an Alfred. I’d make a pretty good Alfred, I think.”

Suddenly the microwave sounded. Lila smiled wider, stomach still screaming at her. “So, tomato basil?”

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Eye-Contact w/Haechan

Genre: Fluff

*Set in Toronto*

note- i tried to make this realistic as possible ie idol! Haechan speaks Korean and notices you in a crowd of nctzens

It’s the morning of the MTV interview with none other than your favourite group NCT 127. When you heard that 127 was coming to KCON Toronto you knew that meant local shows and interviews and immediately started tracking down contests and tickets to be an audience member anywhere you could. You eventually snatched only a single ticket to the MTV interview you’ve seen countless other idol groups do but never NCT. You didn’t mind being alone, anything for your bias Haechan. It was warm spring day so you wore the typical nctzen uniform: camo print tank top, black ripped jeans with fishnets and moss green army boots.

11:28am

You arrive to line up for your general admission ticket noticing the line consists of so few people you confused it for the nearby washroom. Luckily on a Tuesday May morning, high school students were still in school and you had less competition getting in as early as possible. Staff appreciated the eagerness of the less than 5 people and allowed you to enter to which you all excitedly ran in and hugged the gate between the stage and seats for the following 3 and a half hours.

3:00pm

The room had become packed with fangirls holding neon green signs proclaiming their love towards members and a common excitement that can be felt throughout the room which exploded when the host announced “I’d like to welcome our guest…NCT 127”

The room filled with cheers but you were silent and your eyes simply glued to the sides of the superhuman themed backdrop you were sure they’d appear from behind. One by one the members appeared and the screams grew with each consecutive member. Lastly Haechan walked out bowing towards the host then the audience and back towards the host. He wore ripped black jeans, and a navy buttondown dress shirt.

You spent the next consecutive 15mins of the interview completely zoned out admiring how handsome Haechan looked with silver hair and perfect petal lips that looked soft enough to sleep on when you heard in the background…

“When I was doing my research, I kept coming up on the word bias-?!” Instinctively you yell “HAECHAN” over the sea of girlish screams for taeyong and mark you thought “well that was embarrassing but no one noticed- so I’m okay”. You looked up to see someone did notice- no one else but your bias himself. He looked at you with doughy eyes and a tiny shy but proud smile. Haechans eyes only met yours for a second and quickly shot to his watch which he busied he hands fiddling with. Mark leaned over to tap haechan with his shoulder deeply amused by the fangirls screaming out for the different members. Haechan too preoccupied to give Mark the acknowledgment he was looking for- triggered Mark to follow Haechans indecisive gaze only to find you. A smart smile spread across Mark’s face as he instantly started giggling and whispering to Haechan. They both laughed softly until haechan playfully hits Mark…“Hajima- HaJiMA”

The interview returns to relative order and so do the members, but not before stealing one more glance. You turn eagerly wanting to tap your friends about the exchange only to remember that you came here alone. So you turn back. You’re left to watch him and rekindle your thoughts. They couldn’t have been talking about you- they’re idols! Don’t get attached- if anything it was just fanservice. Busy in your thoughts you only now noticed the host was talking to fans, walking back to his seat he stops at you-

“And How about you?”

“Me? …how- I’m… pardon sorry what was the question?”

Embarrassed you hear the crowd giggle but see a supportive smile from Donghyuck.

“A Bias? Do you have one?”

“Oh, Haechan!”

“haechannnn oppppaaaa” the high pitch screams respond to your remark. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, knowing that if it wasn’t them screaming it’d almost certainly be you.

“actually no, I’m a Noona, I’m Mark’s age”

From the corner of your eye you see Mark and Haechan spin their rotating bar stools to face each other with eyebrows raised as if they were communicating telepathically to say “oh, she’s older” nodding their heads in time with each other. “Cute” you thought.

“So what makes Ha-e-Chan your bias?”

You didn’t know what annoyed you more, the mispronunciation of his own interviewees names or being older than most of the audience.

“Uh- HAEchan- well”

You looked over and the honey skinned boy- to remind yourself of everything makes him your bias, “Well Donghyuck”, you started speaking to him, in your imaginary scenario it was a chance to tell him why he meant the world to you. “Well he seems like this sweet cuddly soft guy, until he’s on stage, and then he’s a fierce vocal with so much power and passion and…”. The fact that he couldn’t understand made it so much easier for you to express how you feel and then- you blinked and remind yourself- although he may not understand you- there was a studio full of people that did, so quickly you added “…idk he’s beautiful I like him”. Nailed it.

“ Okay…well… Great, ok thank you for contributing everyone!”

The host skipped back up the stairs to the stage and continued with the interview.

This time you could feel it, his stare was so attentive. You felt it through every nerve in your body. You couldn’t blink, afraid you’d open your eyes and his were no longer locked with yours.

You were lucky, he broke his stare but looked over to check on you throughout the interview- always catching you shamelessly beaming in his direction.

“Ok and that’s a wrap!”

The audience clapped and quickly turned to rush out. 5 O’clock traffic on the TTC (Toronto’s subway) is seriously nothing to joke about. You weren’t in any rush. You watched the members shake hands with the host and exchange thank you’s. And just how the came, they left. In line they walked backstage. That was it, your 5 min romance was over. It was nice while it lasted but you stayed to reminiscence.

Half an hour past and the rest of the crowd had left, there was no point in leaving yet, with the traffic you wouldn’t be home for hours anyway. May as well sit here and stare at his seat, it’s not like you’ll ever see him again.

It was like everyone else was moving at 3x speed and you were in slow motion, dreading to leave you knew you would eventually have too. Staff began clean-up and kindly taking all gates down except the one you still leaned against daydreaming.

“Um, I’m going to have to take this…are you ok?” the staff member asked.

“Sorry of course! Ya! I’m great” you said jumping back startled.

You turned to leave.

“HEY, HEY wai-waiiittwaitwait”

The remark didn’t catch you off-guard, I mean it could really be anyone, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Were you in trouble? “I should’ve known I wouldn’t be allowed to stay so long.” you thought dreadingly as you turning around.

“You’re still here!” you turned to face the one and only Mark Lee.

“Oh my God! Hi! I’m sorry I was just leaving, I love your music!”

“Just leaving! Well thank God I remembered I left my hat when I did.” Mark gestured to his bar stool seat- the only one with a perfectly placed black baseball cap on it.

“Hey- since you’re here, do you wanna meet my friend?” Mark offered already walking with you toward the superhuman backdrop and presumed door to backstage.

“ You see, as soon as we turned the corner backstage he begged me to translate what you said, the fact that you’re still here- that’s gotta be a sign, it’ll be fun don’t worry” by the time he reached the end of the sentence we were at the door to backstage.

“Could I really be meeting Haechan right now? This is a joke there’s no way, omg, omg ok” you thought so hard you were afraid somehow Mark may have heard you. Thankfully you responded with an eager but cool…

“Yea! I’d love too!”

You entire a dimly lit room crowded with 9 boys + staff with tables of snacks and chips. The glow from the TV screen playing back the interview reflected off the boys faces. Feeling nervous you look back at Mark who is already doing his signature “Ay-yo Ay-yo” greeting to the other members. Everyone’s eyes shift to you and like clockwork 9 sets of eyes move to Haechan. He was sitting between Taeil and a spot you presumed was Mark’s before he got up for his hat. Mid chicken wing Haechan feels the stares and scans the room until he sees you.He stood -chicken wing in hand- and looked at you and immediately back to himself as if wondering why he stood up in the first place. “Annyeoung” he says shyly bowing slightly trying to avoid unnecessary chicken wing drips.The boys instantly returned to the chaos and chatter occurring beforehand and Mark jestures for you to take the empty seat.

~I wrote this cuz I got tired of looking for a Haechan Fanfic that fit my scenario and I don’t know why I posted it. If anyone actually reads this and wants the PT 2 I will write it *shrugs*

This is the first time I’ve written anything and have no intention of anyone reading it please be gentleeee

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