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The Secrets We Keep | P.P.

Pairing: Tasm! Peter Parker x Reader (no pronouns mentioned)

Summary: Reader and Peter have been together for over a year, but lately Peter’s been acting strange. When a rumour goes around that he’s cheating, will Peter finally confess the secret he’s been keeping?

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), major miscommunication(s), spreading of a rumour, mentions of cheating, a kiss or two, like two swear words i think?

Word Count: 3.4k

a/n: this has been in my drafts forever but better late than never i guess ! happy reading besties<3

There are certain moments in time, you believe, specific junctures in which you can unambiguously determine a person’s character.

For instance, when Peter Parker magnanimously rescued you from being the quintessential misplaced new kid on your first day of school, shattering your momentary apprehension with a series of epigrammatic jokes, you knew he was good. He was the type of person you could trust with anything, with everything.

Including your heart.

You never intended for it to happen. For the mere sight of his gentle crooked grin to set loose a thousand monarch butterflies within the environs of your stomach. For his lambent mahogany eyes to elevate the beating of your heart to a near-incomprehensible speed each time they came into contact with your own. For your fingers to itch with envy each time he ran a slender hand through the tousled strands of chestnut resting contently atop his head.

You never intended to fall for him, but you did.

And somehow, to your outright unabridged relief, he reciprocated your affections.

Peter Parker was no longer the unattainable fantasy that consumed hours of your thoughts with visions of stolen kisses or illusions of whispered devotions. He was your boyfriend.

Perfection is a counterfeit concept; An unobtainable title which countless people have fallen short attempting to procure. But the first year of your relationship with Peter was exclusively comparable to the word perfect.

Peter was the resolute characterization of what a partner should be. Patient and understanding, affectionate and gentle, always there with a witty joke and a whimsical grin on your good days, or a comforting embrace and sibilations of reassurance on your bad ones.

Recently, things have been different. Peter has been different.

When you see him, on the rare days he’s not preoccupied with matters he neglects to inform you of, he’s perceptibly distracted, his fascinatingly intricate mind absorbed with thoughts of something else entirely.

You’ve contemplated bringing it up with him, yearning for some reassurance that you’re still what he wants, but each time your words attempt the journey from your brain to your lips, they get stuck in traffic. How exactly does one ask their boyfriend why he’s avoiding them like an umbrella-wielding pedestrian in an unusually heavy stretch of rainfall?

In all fairness, you’ve been avoiding him too. Since Friday night. Harry Osborne had thrown a party that night, ‘The Party to End All Parties’ according to the entirety of your peers. Extravagant house parties and overflowing crowds aren’t your preferred circumstances for socialization, but you seized the long-overdue opportunity to spend some time with Peter.

You wish you hadn’t.

You can’t pinpoint the precise origin of the conversation, only the ending which resulted in your premature departure from the Osborne residence, neglecting to mutter so much as a goodbye to Harry while the biting sting of unshed tears filled your eyes.

“I just- I wanted to spend some time together. I feel like we hardly see each other anymore.” Your voice trails off at the end, becoming a mere shadow of its former self.

“We see each other all the time! I was at your dorm the day before yesterday.” Peter’s voice holds firm in both volume and pitch, he’s not yelling but you can sense his tone’s underlying urgency as his hand weaves its way through his auburn tresses.

“That was Monday, Pete.”

“Okay, then we saw each other on Monday. Can you just give me a little space? Please? Just for a couple hours. I’ll come find you after and we can talk, okay?” His chocolate eyes soften near the tail-end of his sentence, making it evident how blissfully unaware he is of the internal war now waging behind your eyelids.

It takes more strength than you knew you could muster, to prevent the plethora of melancholy emotions from overtaking your being as you mutter, “You know what? I actually have that Chem lab on Monday morning, I think- I’m just gonna’ go home and study.” You don’t wait for his response, uncertain if it would only cause you more heartache, turning swiftly on your heels and making an abrupt exit.

You’re adrift in the memory, wondering if you should have reacted differently, explained to him the impact that the nuance of his words had on you. An unyielding hand on your shoulder seizes your attention, graciously preventing you from vigorously overthinking any further.

A single glance informs you that the impeccably manicured hand belongs to none other than Penelope Marsh, designated campus gossip. You can count on one hand the amount of conversations you’ve had with Penelope since you started university that didn’t include her spreading a rumour like a wildfire. You’re certain this encounter isn’t likely to take up another.

“(y/n), I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry. About what Peter did to you at that party. It was so messed up, seriously. Nobody deserves that.” There’s a discernible undertone of pity to her voice, though she wasn’t sorry enough to hold off commencing the conversation to begin with.

“How did you-?” You cut yourself off with a gentle shake of your head, a chuckle of acknowledgement breaking through. A magician never reveals their secrets and a Penelope never reveals their sources; You’re wondering if there’s not a trace of magic in the girl alike, the speed with which she seems to possess other people’s secrets is borderline wizardry. “Never mind,” You simper amusedly, your outward cheeriness fading as you continue, “It wasn’t a big deal, really. Every couple has disagreements, right? We’re fine.” You aren’t entirely sure which of you it is you’re trying to convince.

She’s looking at you with a mixture of pity and confusion, though you haven’t the faintest idea what she could possibly be confused about. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it again, akin to that of a gulping fish in the sea, “(y/n), whatever you said in the argument doesn’t justify him hooking up with some rando! There’s no way you guys can be fine after that!”

What?

You want to call her a liar, or tell her that she’s wildly mistaken, but you don’t. You’ve been driving yourself near the brink of insanity wondering what Peter’s been hiding from you. Though you could never imagine him doing this, how can you immediately deny the only answer you’ve been offered?

You have a plethora of questions, each one violently clawing at your trachea with its talons in an attempt to be the first one out. The words never make it past your lips, though the burning sensation remains in your throat. Articulation ceases to be within the realm of your current capabilities, because, how does one verbalize the breaking of their heart?

Penelope, with all of her ill-timed metaphorical bomb-droppings, is perceptive enough to read you like a storybook, “Oh my god. You had no idea, did you? Oh I’m so sorry! I thought- Actually, scratch that, I wasn’t thinking at all.”

Had these been any other set of circumstances, you’d find great amusement in watching the typically put together Penelope Marsh stumble over her words in a misguided yet well-meaning attempt to soothe you. But the verisimilitude of the situation persists like the unceasing violence of a thunderstorm without the assurance of a tepid luminous addendum.

Peter didn’t want to be alone that night, he just didn’t want to be with you.

Suddenly, the mere idea of sticking around for the Chem lab you’d spent the remainder of that Friday night studying for, turned the tides in your stomach. You have to get out of here.

And so you do.

Wallowing.

That’s the only activity you’ve partaken in since Penelope told you about Peter’s supposed cheating scandal this morning. The logical part of your brain knows you owe it to him, or at the very least yourself, to have a rational adult discussion about everything before mourning the loss of a relationship that hasn’t actually ended yet.

But the acerbic heartbroken part of you isn’t keen on having a conversation with him at all.

Neither part of you knows the appropriate way to react when Peter shows up at your dorm holding a charmingly disheveled bouquet of flowers.

“Hi.” His eyes take their time searching each carefully crafted feature on your face before stopping at your own eyes, a timid smile resting on his delicate lips.

When you don’t answer, Peter takes a modest step inside, softly closing the door behind him without breaking eye contact. “I’m a jerk.” He states resolutely, knowing it’s best to usher the elephant out of the room before it causes any severe damage.

You let out a sardonic chuckle at his words, believing they hold an air of truth to them now more than you ever thought previously. “You can say that again.” The sound of your own voice takes you by surprise, you were honestly unsure wether you were going to speak or not.

“I’m a jerk,” He repeats with a heart-shatteringly beautiful smile, making things even harder than they were before.

You can’t take it anymore, the bitter resentful part of you can’t, at least, “Penelope Marsh.” You state simply.

It’s unfair, truly, how Peter manages to look so handsome, even now, sporting a look of outright confusion. “What?”

“Penelope Marsh.” You say again, as if you’re adding any level of clarification.

“Gossip Girl?” He jokes, “What about her?”

“A year and a half, Pete! We’ve been together for a year and a half, and I have to find out you don’t want me anymore through Penelope goddamn Marsh.” Woah. You said that.

The words hit you harder than they did when they were simply thoughts. But you don’t ignore the minuscule tinge of pride you receive for finally verbalizing your feelings.

Peter’s face has paled significantly, he’s trying to convince himself that he couldn’t have possibly heard you correctly. Doesn’t want you anymore? You’re the only thing he wants anymore. That’s why he’s hardly seen you these past few weeks. Keeping you safe is all that matters to him, and if Spider-Man’s enemies found out about you? There would be no more you to want.

But he can’t tell you that.

Because keeping you safe also, painstakingly, means keeping you in the dark. He knows you, better than he knows himself, and he knows how you would react if he told you he was Spider-Man. You would panic first, dismayed at the level of danger he often finds himself in, then you would get angry that he kept this a secret so well and for so long, lastly you would bargain with him, tell him that you were proud of the work he’s done but he’s too young to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and that he should give it a break, at least until after college.

And as positively relieved as he would be to finally unload the burden of harbouring this secret from you, he’s not ready to give up being Spider-Man, no matter how dangerous it is.

But he also can’t not tell you that.

Because the only thing worse than not being Spider-man anymore, is not being yours anymore.

“(y/n),” He starts, taking gentle determined steps toward you, “You know that’s not true, right?”

You swallow in a futile attempt to rid yourself of the burning feeling that’s once again made itself at home in your throat. “How would I know that Peter? Was I supposed to know you wanted to be with me when you spent all month avoiding me like the plague? Or was I supposed to figure it out when you were hooking up with somebody else at Harry’s party?”

You’re not sure how your brain has finally decided to work in tandem with your vocal chords but you’re glad to rid the words from their endless loop inside your brain.

“What?! (y/n), what the hell are you talkin’ about? I didn’t touch anybody, okay? I swear,” His voice is equal parts frantic and confused, “I would never do that to you! You gotta know that by now.” He takes another step in front of you, the perfect distance to reach out a gentle hand and caress your cheek, though he resists the urge, wanting to give you your space.

“I want to believe that Pete…”

“Okay, so believe it.”

“Then you have to tell me why.”

You both know the meaning of your words, yet he asks, “Why what?”

“Why do we hardly see each other anymore? And when we do, why are you a million miles away? Why are you keeping whatever this secret is? If you didn’t do whatever people are saying you did at that party, then why the hell can’t you just, please, tell me what’s going on?”

There’s an inkling of relief you feel, finally releasing the tiresome burden you’ve been staunchly carrying around for weeks, but there’s also a legion of salty unshed tears waiting to be freed from the surface of your eyes.

Simultaneously, Peter’s eyes well up with their own tears. His brain is shouting at his throat to vocalize the truth, the whole truth, and assure you that you couldn’t be further off the mark.

But it’s like he’s frozen.

The glacial sub-zero temperatures biting at the tips of his fingers prevent them from making contact with your own. The snowstorm waging within the arctic blurs his vision, keeping him from seeing reason.

Sensing a lack of response, you continue with a final desperate plea, “Please, just tell me the truth, Pete.”

Belatedly, the ice thaws, melting away his doubts along with it. You want to know the truth; You deserve to know the truth. And so he makes up his mind.

He’s going to tell it to you.

His sparkling umber eyes look at you with a mixture of sorrow and determination as he takes one more step, inching ever closer to you, a gesture that conflicts each of the thoughts jumbled together in your head. Closing his eyes briefly, Peter releases a subaqueous sigh before reopening them and fixing them on your own.

“Promise you won’t hate me?” His voice gives its best attempt at a facetious tone, but is quickly overtaken with nerves.

“I could never hate you, Pete.” You admit honestly, reaching your fingers out and resting them gently upon his arm, giving it a tender squeeze of reassurance.

And now he knows that he’s making the right decision.

Because even when you mistakenly think that he may have done something incomprehensibly horrible to you, you’re still comforting him, still vowing to be there for him no matter the circumstances.

Respiring once more, he braves himself as best as he can, and, eyes never wavering from their heavenly contact with your own, utters “I’m Spider-Man.”

You’re not entirely certain your ears have processed his words correctly. They couldn’t have, right?

“You’re what?”

“I’m Spider-Man.” Peter repeats, voice laced with disbelief. He’s shocked that he actually managed to get the words out, twice no less. He’s tried telling you before, a multitude of times in fact, but he’s never managed to come close until now.

Of the myriad of ideas circling around in the confines of your cranium pertaining to the secret that your boyfriend’s been withholding from you, none of them resembled anything similar to the truth.

He’s Spider-Man?

It made no sense. And yet it made all the sense in the world.

How had you not discovered it before?

The plethora of scrapes and bruises being smoothly swept away with a ‘Guess I’m too clumsy for my own good.’ The times he’d been hours late to a date or a study session only to turn up sweat-slicked and out of breath with an ‘I’m an idiot, I’m so sorry.’ The time you attempted to grab a hoodie from his closet only to be stopped by a panic-stricken, ‘No! I’ll get it. It’s- It’s messy in there.’

“You’re Spider-Man.” You murmur, eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

“What the hell, Pete!” You innocuously swat at his arm with your hand, drawing a soft ‘ouch’ from Peter as you continue, “You’ve been Spider-Man this whole time and you’re only telling me now?”

“I didn’t want to put you in danger, (y/n)! Do you have any idea what could happen to you if bad guys find out you’re dating Spider-Man?” Peter’s voice is a plea, desperate for you to understand that he kept this from you because he loves you.

“You should have told me sooner.” You mumble, frustrated, as you know he had a hell of a good reason for keeping it a secret so long.

“I know,” He moves his hand to cup your face, tenderly rubbing shapes into your cheek with his thumb, “I just didn’t know how. I couldn’t-” He rests his forehead against your own, sighing contentedly at the warmth, “I can’t stop being Spider-Man, (y/n), I won’t.”

“I would never ask you to do that, Pete.” You pull back, confounded that his assumptions would suggest otherwise.

“You wouldn’t?”

“No?” Confusion seeps through your utterance.

“It’s not exactly the safest job in the world.” He explains facetiously.

“Oh really? They don’t give you health insurance and monthly check-ups?” Your sarcasm holds a teasing undertone that makes the corners of Peter’s mouth twitch upwards; The early stages of a masterpiece in the making.

Your voice becomes serious once more as you gaze into his eyes, your hand moving to rest over his own on your face, “I don’t doubt it’s dangerous, Pete. But Spider-Man helps people- You help people. That’s pretty amazing.”

There are more words to be shared, further concerns to be addressed, but Peter can’t be bothered to think about anything but kissing you in this moment.

And so he does.

His tender pink lips brush themselves gently upon your own. His hand remains on your face, the opposite one making it’s way up to your other cheek as you wrap both your arms around his waist. The kiss deepens, your lips moving together leisurely and deliberately in synchronous ebullient harmony.

When you finally part, reluctantly requiring the catching of your breath, you’re both donning blindingly luminous smiles.

“I just kissed Spider-Man.”

“Woah, what? Where is he? I’ll kick his ass.” Peter’s blissed out smile remains on his face, widening tenfold as he registers the sound of your laughter originating from his bad joke.

“Hey, what do you think Penelope Marsh was talking about? At the party on Friday?” Your curiosity returns, without the presence of anguish, knowing whole-heartedly that your boyfriend hasn’t broken your heart.

Peter cringes slightly, resting his forehead against yours once more with a diminutive chuckle, “I might have had a small Spider-Man emergency. That’s why I sorta blew you off that night, which I’m still really sorry about, by the way. I snuck out through one of the guest room windows, but when I came back, my hair was all messy and someone opened the door and saw me putting my clothes back on. Not my finest hour.”

You can’t contain the laughter bubbling in your throat, Peter laughing along with you once the sound breaks past your lips. The two of you remain like that for a while, sharing laughs and gentle caresses.

“Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really sorry.” You mutter earnestly.

“What? What’re you sorry for?” His eyebrows are drawn together in confusion while a small pout plays upon his lips.

“For believing that stupid rumour, I know you’d never do anything like that. And I should have told you how I felt sooner, instead of holding it all in until I blew up at you.” Communication is the key to any healthy relationship and you’re frustrated with yourself that you appear to have lost sight of that over the last couple of months.

“Hey,” His voice is velvet as he tenderly grabs hold of your face in both hands, steadying your gaze into his sentimental chestnut eyes, “It’s okay. We’re okay.” He smiles a contagious smile, “I’m sorry too. About everything. Let’s make a promise, okay?”

You nod your head perceptibly, an amiable smile resting contentedly on your lips.

“Promise that, from now on, we’ll tell each other everything, okay? Even if it’s hard, or dumb, or one of those weird facts you always seem to have about the moon.”

“It’s earth’s natural satellite, Pete!”

Your smile widens as Peter chuckles affectionately at your quick defence of moon, “Yeah,” You start, still smiling brightly, “I promise.”

“Good. Me too.” He pulls your body closer to his own, kissing you once more with sincerity.

“I love you.” He mumbles against your lips.

“I love you too.” You murmur bringing him in for another kiss.

You’re veritably certain that you were right, all those moons ago, in your decision to entrust Peter Parker with everything.

Including your heart.

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writingsonsaturn · 9 days

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lucy taking care of sick reader!!!

lucy and r aren’t dating yet, but they aren’t just friends either. when r doesn’t come into work one day, and no one (besides grey) has heard from her, lucy goes straight to her house when she goes out on patrol. she stops in throughout the day after finding out that r is like beyond sick.

maybe a little scene where r lays her head in lucy’s lap and lucy run her hands through readers hairrrrrr oh my

lovesick - lucy chen

{ masterlist }

🪐: im still trying to find my writing style, so hopefully this is okay and fits what you wanted!! <3

word count: 982

content warning: sickness (flu like), just fluff

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You woke up with a throbbing head and a clogged up nose. Originally, you thought you could power through it and suck it up long enough to finish a shift, but the moment you stood upright your world became disoriented.

Doing your best to breath through the dizziness, you reached over for your phone to call into work. Grey practically pleaded with you to stay home when you mentioned you would come into work if you needed to, “you have more than enough sick days, use them and keep your ass out of my station.” You just sighed and agreed, saying your goodbyes when he wished you to get better soon.

Without much thought to it you passed back out on your warm comfy bed, hoping sleep would rid you of the constant pain your brain was forcing you to endure.

Lucy checked her watch when she got in, thinking maybe you were just late or had been caught in some early morning traffic. As the time ticked away she decided maybe it would be best to text you, and when she didn't get an answer her thoughts ran around her head like an athlete competing in a race that would determine if they go farther into their season.

She opted to check in on you when she was out on patrol, getting into her squad car and making you her first check up of the day, praying to whatever could hear her that you were there and okay.

Pulling up to your apartment she felt a ping in her chest, she wasn’t sure why she was so worried about you. You guys weren't exactly a couple, but the others would argue that you two were basically already married, you both would laugh it off and call the team crazy, still continuing the narrative that you two were just ‘friends”.

Lucy knew better than that though, she knew you were the first person she called when she was having a rough night and needed a warm bed to share with someone, you were the first she told about good news, you are the only person she truly, and deeply loved with every living and beating part of her body.

She grabbed the key you had given her for the nights she needed someone, after the Rosalind situation you forced her to promise you that no matter the time of night or day she would come over whenever she needed to. Lucy wouldn’t say she now abused the fact she had a key to your place, but it was used more than her own key to her apartment at this point.

“Y/n?” Lucy called out, she heard the faint sound of a groan coming from your bedroom, alerting her of your presents. “Hey, are you oka-” Her words were paused by the sight of you, your skin was shining with sweat and you were cramped in a fetal position. “My love, what happened?” she quickly came over to you touching your forehead, flinching at how warm it felt compared to her skin.

You only groaned and rolled over, “i really don't feel good luce.”

You tried your best to explain all your symptoms, but your scratchy throat only allowed for so much irritation before you were in a coughing fit. Lucy rubbed your back gently, doing her best to coax you through your attack, “Here let’s get you out of this stuffy room, and on the couch, yeah?” she encouraged. You nodded leisurely and threw your arm over her shoulder, allowing her to help you to your living room.

Quickly, Lucy put anything and everything you could possibly need besides the toilet in arms reach. “Before I leave, do you need absolutely anything else, babe?” you only smiled at her with droopy eyelids, “No, but i wish you didn’t need to leave” you pouted at her causing her to smile.

“Call me or text me if you need me, I'll be here in an instant.”

And then she was gone, you continued to pout until her next check up with you during lunch. “Okay, love, i brought you some chicken noodle soup and some cough syrup” she set the soup in front of you with cold water and a pre-measured cap of medicine. “Thank you, love” you croaked out, “You don’t have to thank me” she replied while helping you get in an upright position so you could comfortably eat your food and take the disgusting medicine.

“I'll be back after my shift, and remember to call-” “call you if i need anything, i know, honey.” you finished her sentence, she left you with a quick kiss on your forehead.

After eating and forcing yourself to down the medicine you fell back asleep, you woke up a handful of times with the constant tossing and turning, and being too hot or too cold. You finally decided you had slept enough and reached for the tv remote, aimlessly flipping through channels.

You heard the door click and a smile began to grow on your face, “sorry i'm late! Traffic has been just awful today” Lucy explained, taking her shoes off and sitting her to-go bag on the counter. “It’s okay hon.” you looked at her as she sat down.

“How are you feeling?” Lucy asked you, as you laid your head down on her lap looking up at her, “I've certainly been better” you joked.

She reached her soft fingers to rake through your hair, massaging your scalp, aiding the headache that had been attacking your head all day long. “Well i'm here now, darling” she looked down at you, soothingly rubbing your forehead, lulling you to sleep.

She gave herself an imaginary pat on the back at getting you to sleep so quickly, making a mental note that maybe when you get better she’ll finally take you on a long awaited date.

#reader insert #the rookie #lucy chen #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen imagine #lucy chen x fem!reader #wlw #sickfic #lucy chen supremacy

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heartkyeom · 2 years

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now or never pt. 4

xu minghao x fem!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (finale)

word count: 10.4k

synopsis: when you make a chance encounter with your ex, you end up saying that you’re engaged to your estranged neighbor xu minghao. when you find out your ex is coming to your friend’s wedding, you’ve only got a month to become a convincing couple.

warnings: chronic illness talk, so much fluff, filthy oral sex lmao, descriptions of female anatomy blowjobs, long car rides, etc.

notes: part 4 is here! finally! longest chapter yet!!! took me exactly a month but I needed to make sure it was perfect. this chapter is building out minghao's character a bit more with some more relationship progress! this covers the last week before the wedding, so there's only one more chapter left !!! thank you for all the love on this series, it feels like it's getting bigger and bigger with every part which is so incredible! please enjoy as always 💓

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You wish that the rest of the day could’ve gone well, but Joshua’s confession just floats in your brain, leaving you unable to do much else with yourself.

Minghao drops you off back at your front door after your outing, revenge dress still not revealed. You wanted to see it, but he can sense you’re too tired to deal with it all.

“No, I’m ready, I can look at it,” You reply half heartedly. You try to muster up your enthusiasm, but he can see right through it.

“No, I’m making you go back to sleep. We can just wait on it. I need you to be excited, and I don’t think your mood is anywhere near there,” He pulls your hand to his mouth, leaving a kiss on your palm. You close your eyes and take a breath before glaring at him again.

“Fine,” you pout.

“Let me know if you wanna see me again today, ok?” He pulls you into a hug and you seem to melt into his arms.

“Okay,” You whisper into his ear. You linger in the hug a bit longer than you expected, it feels like a silent plea for him to stay. Yet, you pull away, exchange goodbyes, and tuck yourself into your apartment before you can cry in front of him. You don’t even get to wallow in your sadness for very long before that familiar pain seizes your body without much warning.

Flare ups never give you much time to prepare for impact, you just have to hope you’re lucky enough to catch them in a place where you can sit for an extended period of time.

The rest of the day is a blur, you don’t even remember trying to change clothes or freshen up. You ignore your phone to focus on your comfort show playing on your laptop screen, moving only to charge your computer when prompted.

You knew it was bad to push everyone away for something you couldn’t control, but you still felt the need to process things like this alone.

You forget that the front door was unlocked, so you don’t hear anyone come in until you hear his voice. “Brat, where are you?” You hear the door lock behind him.

The pet name makes you pause the show and close your laptop. You push yourself further into your blanket, tucking your face away into the soft fabric.

“Hello?” You hear him call out again, but you still don’t move. It felt so childish to hide from him, but you couldn’t make yourself stand up to meet him even if you wanted to.

You hear him walk through the living room into your bedroom. His footsteps stop at the sight of you. Before he sits, he goes to turn on the lamp near your side of the bed before making his way to you. You see the pitch black room illuminate with that recognizable soft warmth and you start to feel even worse.

You feel the other side of the bed dip as he settles onto the comforter.

“What’s going on?” His voice is low.

He’s close enough that you can smell his cologne and you realize it’s the most comforting scent in your life. There were traces of him around your apartment, but nothing beat the real thing.

“I can’t move at all,” You push the blanket off your face, but you can’t look at him. You just focus your eyes on the creases in your sheets. He seems to understand exactly what you mean by the way he shifts his weight towards you.

“Shit,” His voice turns frantic, and he grabs your face without a second thought. You finally make eye contact with him and his eyes are nervous. It unnerves you to see him so scared of you, you feel like you have to comfort him instead.

“I’m fine, Hao,” You whisper. He’s not convinced at all, if anything he looks more scared.

“Please, darling, don’t think about your pride, I need to know how I can help you,” His voice shakes and you feel a pang of guilt in your stomach. How could you try to deny how much pain you’re in around him when he’s done nothing but try to understand you? His pleading ultimately convinces you to let your guard down.

“I haven’t taken any of my medicine. It feels much worse when I don’t,” Your face twists into discomfort.

“Okay, where is it?” His voice is now stable, he seems resolute in his quest to be strong for you.

“Top shelf of my cabinet in the bathroom, there are two big bottles with red labels on them. They should be right next to each other,” Your eyes are closed by the time you finish giving him instructions, and you assume Minghao is anxiously searching by the way the bed lets up.

He only rummages in the bathroom for a minute or so before returning. He puts everything down on the nightstand before grabbing your attention, holding your face in his hands.

“Hey, can you sit up at all? Is that too hard right now?”

“I can try,” You barely move an inch before his arms are anchored to your side, slowly helping you sit up before you could do anything yourself.

You’re surprisingly comfortable now, and he takes the initiative to remove the blanket from your face. “You seemed overheated,” His brows are knitted in concern as he strokes your cheek with his fingers. You’re definitely sweating, so you’re glad he did something.

“Is there an order you’re supposed to take these in?” He holds one of the bottles up and you nod.

“The bigger one first or else I could die,” You reply nonchalantly, but his eyes read as very concerned. He’s staring at you with that same frantic look from before, but you relieve his worries almost immediately.

“Kidding,” you offer a small smile and he scoffs.

“Don’t joke right now, I’m worried sick about you,” He points an accusing finger, but his face melts into a nervous smile. His worried energy makes you feel much worse the second time around.

“But I do take that one first,” You confirm and he’s nodding his head. He grabs your water bottle from the nightstand, setting it between his legs. As he sits with crossed legs, reading your pill bottles with attentive eyes while his hair hangs in front of his face, you want to cry.

You realize the man in front of you deserves to be let in.

He doesn’t deserve to be ghosted for 12 hours while you’re in excruciating pain, only wanting to help you in your time of need. Even though you’re used to a concerning level of hyper-independence and self-sufficiency, his actions start to convince you that it shouldn’t be that way.

Why do you need to suffer when someone is waiting to help you?

Wouldn’t he have dropped everything to come take care of you hours ago?

The thought of pushing him away without considering his feelings eats at you on the inside.

He gets the first bottle open and feeds you the first two pills one by one, holding your water bottle up for you so you can sip without moving a finger.

“Your bedside manner is really good,” You nod at him once you’ve finished drinking your water and he runs his fingers through his hair with a gentle smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, you treat me better than some of the nurses I’ve had.”

You’re not lying either which makes the hint of concern on his face hurt even more.

“Okay, one more,” You didn’t notice that he already opened the second bottle, but you accepted the pill from his fingers once again. He holds up the water for you one last time, waiting for you to swallow before his eyes ease up on you.

“All done,” He runs his hand across your cheek again. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything, right?” It’s not an intruding question when he asks it, there’s no judgment behind his eyes.

You shake your head no and the embarrassment washes over you. “I’m sorry,” You start sobbing and he scrambles to move everything in his lap to get closer to you.

“Why?”

“You just wanted to know how I was feeling and you didn’t even ask for any of this,” You wipe your eyes with your sleeves, your words start to get lost between hiccups. He gently moves your hands out of the way to wipe your tears. The moment he puts his hands down, you pull him in close and he lets you cry into his chest. He whispers comforting words into your ear, cradling your head with his arm. He waits for you to stop sniffling before he speaks up again.

“I don’t like you because I pity you. You have to know that,” He whispers in your ear before pulling back to face you. “You’re so determined and kind, there’s so many things I admire about you when you’re not worrying me half to death,” He makes a jokingly frustrated glance that makes you blush.

“But seriously, I’m happy to help you. You don’t bother me, taking care of you is not a chore. I want to take care of you as long as you want me here. Okay?” He’s got that soft adoring tone in his voice, the one that’s reserved for pulling you out of your overthinking. It works like a charm every time.

“Okay, I believe you,” You nod, letting his words sink into your subconscious slowly. Compassion is still so foreign to you, but you can tell he is determined to change that.

“Let’s have some food and get washed up. I’m gonna make you some tea as well,” The look on his face shows that he’s already got everything laid out in his mind.

“I don’t know what you did, but my muscles already feel better.” It would always take far too long for your medicine to kick in, but Minghao seemed to be gentle enough to make a significant difference. It seemed your body seemed to know the difference when you were being treated gently as well.

“I have magic powers,” He winks and you let him go to start his dinner prep.

He ended up doing everything for you, to say he pampered you is definitely an understatement. He doesn’t let you lift a single finger for the rest of the night, only letting you go when you demand to brush your teeth on your own. You didn’t expect him to be so attentive, but you think he’s just trying to make up for not being able to take care of you before.

When you’re finished eating dinner and your tea is gone, he’s practically attached to you in bed. He can’t stop himself from burying his face into the side of your neck, only moving to nestle himself closer to you. Minghao always starts off sleeping on his own side whenever you’re in bed together, so to start off very close to you is a nice dynamic shift. You’re slowly discovering how important physical contact is for him, it makes you feel even more connected to him.

He somehow convinced you to change into new pajamas, but you do feel more like a human being now. You should’ve spoken up before you were both attempting to sleep, but your brain makes it impossible to settle without bringing your thoughts up.

“Hao?”

“Yeah?” He rasps out, blinking his eyes open at you. You immediately felt bad knowing he needed the rest, but you didn’t want to ignore the chance to speak your mind now that he was awake.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” You pressed a kiss to his hair for the trouble.

“I wasn’t really asleep yet,” You hear him take a deep breath and he pulls himself closer to you. “What’s up?”

“I don’t want to stop seeing you after the wedding. I’ve been trying to find a good way to tell you officially, but I don’t think the agreement holds up much anymore,” You finish ranting and he’s surprisingly quiet. You feel him let go of your hold and your first instinct thinks you might have fucked up.

He didn’t want to be serious with you.

The lamp suddenly flashes on, forcing you to blink to adjust to the new light. He seems lost in thought until he meets your eyes.

“I don’t wanna stop seeing you either,” He smiles so brightly that it spreads to his eyes, “I think you’ve got a little too much of my heart for me to say no.”

You could’ve cried from relief. You had a suspicion that someone who took a dress commission from you for free didn’t want to be just friends.

“Thank god,” You put your head in your hands and sigh to yourself. Was it too soon to think you could be in love with him? Absolutely.

Yet, did those feelings grow when you saw how giddy he got at the thought of you? Yes.

“So you were nervous to ask me?” He reaches out for your hold and you do your best to crawl over to him. He closes the distance when he notices a hint of struggle on your face and wraps his arms around you tightly.

“A little bit,” You mumble into his chest. You feel his giggles vibrate across your body and he runs his hands down your back.

“You make me nervous too, for the record. I figured if I fucked up the dress, that was it,” He sighed loudly. It was nice to know the feeling was mutual though, that you were both feeling so excited yet nervous about the connection that it stopped you both in your tracks.

“You couldn’t possibly fuck up the dress, though,” You knew he was far too talented for that, especially after seeing his vision for other projects in his studio.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” He admitted, making you both burst into laughter. It was nice to see him hype himself up for a second despite the humble attitude he adopted most times when complimented on his work.

You both talked about fashion related things until you felt pulled toward sleep once again. Your head is nestled on his chest and you’re almost certain that his idle touches to your skin knock you out quickly.

You almost think you’re dreaming things when you hear him whisper to you.

“Don’t scare me like that again, I can’t lose you,” It’s so faint but it’s enough to push you into sleep completely.

You don’t want to scare him like that either, especially since he’s proven how much he can be there for you.

You figure it’s time to show him how much you care for him too.

“I don’t want to be there when you try it on,” Minghao remains insistent at your front door.

You’re not exactly convinced with the garment bag hanging over your shoulder. Minghao had finally given you permission to see the dress, but with one stipulation that you couldn’t exactly wrap your head around.

“Why not?” You try to stop your face from twisting into a discontent expression.

“I imagine it’ll be kinda emotional, I don’t want to get in the way of that. I know, it sounds stupid, but I’ve done it for so long with my commissions. Just trust me,” He raises his eyebrows at you.

You give him an anxious glance and he smiles at you. “You can come over once you’ve tried it on. You can tell me all your reactions and everything, I promise!” He exclaims.

“Okay, I trust you,” You nod through the response. You exchange quick goodbyes and you shut the door behind you.

You give yourself a few seconds before you’re practically running into your bedroom.

You lay the bag down gently onto your bed and unzip down the front until the dress is partially exposed. From first glance, you can tell it’s dramatic. The sight of a strapless gown takes your breath away.

Before you can even take it out of the bag, you notice a note attached to the front of the plastic. You read it to yourself:

To my muse-

I hope I made you the perfect revenge dress. If you don’t like it, then feel free to drag me through the mall to find you something better. It’ll only hurt my feelings a little bit.

Hao

The end of the note left you laughing, but a few things make your heart clench.

First, muse. You don’t know why it pulls so much at your heart to hear him call you that. It’s probably the weight of the situation, how quickly you’ve grown together, it all feels so precious to you.

Second, the idea that whatever he made you could be worse than a department store dress didn’t make sense at all. You’re sure whatever he made would be nestled in your heart forever, the intimacy of making you something this personal was not lost on you.

You don’t want to mull on the note for too long, so you place it on your dresser before coming back to look at the dress again.

You carefully unwrap it out of the plastic and hold it up to get a better look at it.

It’s breathtaking, even just on a hanger. The black sheen fabric feels so lush in your fingers, you can’t describe how it makes you feel.

You expected it to be a bit revealing, but the combination of the strapless neckline and the high slit are almost lethal.

It takes you a few minutes to actually get dressed, but once it’s on, you feel like a new person. The moment you see yourself in the mirror, you’re speechless.

First of all, the dress fits perfectly. It hugs your hips and compliments your figure so well that you don’t think you’ve ever seen your body look so at ease in a garment.

The strapless neckline compliments your chest, slightly bolstered by the structured corset bodice. The slit is almost dangerously high, you’re staring at just how exposed your leg is.

It feels dangerous to even wear it in the comfort of your bedroom. You can only imagine what power it would give you in public.

You don’t think any of the jewelry you have in your closet would be good enough to match it, but something would have to do.

Minghao was right that wearing the dress brings something out of you. It wasn’t about feeling desirable by Joshua anymore, it was a rebirth of your identity without him. It was cathartic to see yourself wear something that would force you to grab attention instead of hiding away.

This dress reminds you that weren’t going to minimize yourself for anyone anymore.

After a few more glances at yourself, you’re itching to get back in your sweatpants so you can run to Minghao’s door.

Once you get out of the dress, you get dressed in your other clothes in record speed. You barely remember to put on your slides before you’re out the front door.

You’re nearly breathless when you arrive at his door. You end up knocking on the door so loudly that he’s almost shocked to see you on the other side.

You push yourself past him, and he’s watching you with a mischievous eye while closing the door behind him.

You kiss him before he can say anything, capturing his lips so quickly that he nearly stumbles into the hallway closet.

“It’s so perfect,” you say between kisses, “I just wanna kiss you because I can’t pay you for it.” You’re moaning into the kisses at this point, so much so that Minghao pulls away with a dazed expression.

“You love it that much?” He bites his lip at how eager you are.

“Yes, I’m fucking obsessed with it. Thank you so much,” You rest your head in the crook of his neck for a second before looking at him again.

“You’re welcome, darling. I’m really glad you like it.”

He admires your face for a bit too long that you start to feel pulled in by his glance. The longer you look at him, desire overtakes any of the rationality you have left.

“I don’t think I’ve said thank you enough,” Your hands land on his chest, you can barely stop yourself from wandering down to his nipples.

“Show me then,” He can’t help himself when he teases you, taking your hands and snaking them underneath his shirt.

His skin still feels like a surprise to you despite your previous encounters. Suddenly, everything in you wants to take things much slower than your hasty entrance.

You’ll have so much time to go hard and fast with him, but capturing your unspoken showing of gratitude feels much more paramount.

Although having time to figure out your career was nice, the threat of not having money for rent was much bigger. You thought carefully about Minghao’s words, how the idea of wanting to start over with fashion was enough at the moment, but you were tired of sitting and waiting.

You needed to take action.

You didn’t want to rely on Minghao to get your foot in the door, despite him probably wanting to help you out.

Your portfolios from college didn’t exactly reflect your current vision as a designer, but they had enough material for you to present to any potential employers. You didn’t have much to lose, so you spent hours trying to scour through resources online for any possible leads on apprenticeships or openings for residencies.

You sent far too many emails to fashion houses around the city within one day, including Minghao’s employer Semicolon. You get so wrapped up in typing that Minghao has to pry your laptop away from you in the middle of you drafting an email, much to your dismay. He reassures you that whoever responds back will be lucky to have you, which is true, but you still try not to get your hopes up about anything.

Thus, when you receive an email the next day from the head of Minghao’s department, to say you’re shocked is an understatement.

You wouldn’t be working directly with runway clients, but in the print department instead. You had more experience with magazine work anyways, back when you used to get involved with a few different student magazines on campus as an underclassmen.

It’s a lower level designer job, but a job nonetheless. You weren’t exactly in a position to turn down the interview, especially when you knew how well they paid at all levels.

Your interview happened to be on the big day of Minghao’s consideration for a promotion as well.

He mentioned it in his sleepy ramblings a few nights ago, how he was up for a promotion to head designer. He would be the lead designer on any national and international runway collections that the company created, positioning him as one of the most established in-house designers at Semicolon.

It was a major deal, especially since he would be the youngest person to be head designer in Semicolon’s history. All eyes were on him, and you were certain that the pressure was getting to him.

You both stood outside the company building on the day of, 15 minutes before your meetings, hands intertwined with similar levels of nerves accompanying you. You turn to face him with a nervous look in your eyes.

“We’ll be fine, right?” You ask quietly.

“We have to be,” He nods at you, absentmindedly biting his lip. You look at the building again with scattered eyes, your brain doesn’t even feel remotely prepared for this.

“The worst we can get is a no,” It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself as you say it, but you need to hear it out loud.

“Exactly,” He affirms you with a gentle squeeze to your hand. “We’ll walk in together, take the same elevator and no matter what happens, it’ll be okay.”

You nod and take one last deep breath before he starts leading you both inside the building. Your senses are too focused on the task at hand to look around the lobby this time, you don’t seem to relax until you both step inside the elevator.

You’re going to floor 8 while he goes to floor 19. He presses both buttons and faces you again. “You’re gonna do perfect, darling. You have everything you need,” He leaves a kiss on your forehead and pulls you into a short yet tight hug.

“You too. You’re gonna make the best head designer this company has ever seen,” You kiss his cheek the moment you’re out of the hug. He nods with a silent certainty that things will go well. The 8th floor chime comes sooner than you want, but you step out, clutching your portfolio for dear life. You look at him one last time before the elevator closes and he blows you a kiss with a short wave.

You can barely smile back before the elevator doors close and you’re alone again. You figure that you’ll never be 100% ready for whatever happens, so you look for the designated office before you can question yourself any longer.

45 minutes later, you’re left a bit unnerved as you close the office door behind you. The elevator ride back down to the lobby has your mind completely swimming, but you know that you can’t process any of it until Minghao is out of his meeting.

You both agreed to wait outside for each other once the interviews were over. You figured that you’d be out before him, and your suspicions were correct when you didn’t notice anyone sitting outside on the benches near the entrance.

It feels like you’re waiting a lifetime until you finally see his figure walk out of the revolving doors. His face is unreadable when he approaches you with a small wave.

“Okay, we’re gonna say yes or no if we got the job on the count of 3,” You brace yourself for whatever he says and he agrees to your proposition immediately.

“1, 2, 3,” He counts slowly.

“Yes,” You both speak in unison.

His eyes go wide and you nearly drop your bag.

“Oh my fucking god,” You scream into his ear, wrapping your arms around him until you can barely feel your fingertips. He reciprocates the hug immediately and nearly tackles you in the process. You’re both just waddling around in this hug for a few minutes, drinking in each other’s success until you can barely breathe.

“You deserve this so fucking much,” He comes up for air and almost knocks you over with a kiss. Your mouth melts into his instantly, you can’t stop your tongue from pushing into his mouth. You can feel just how excited he is by the way he holds your face with his hands.

He’s quite good at the push and pull, he still knows how to make you flustered after each kiss. He pulls away with a giggle, leaving you completely breathless.

“You do too, head designer,” You push his shoulder playfully and you can see the tips of his ears turn red.

“Come on, let’s go home so we can get wasted,” He pouts and you can’t exactly say no to that face.

“Can we drink the cheap wine I have in my fridge? I think I have too much to drink on my own,” You ask him as you both walk back to his car arm in arm.

“Absolutely, we can do anything you want. We deserve to celebrate,” He can’t help himself as he leaves a kiss on your cheek.

You want to bottle up this feeling so badly. Yet, you’re sure that you’ll always remember the way the light summer breeze hitting your face, holding hands with your lover, smiling until your cheeks hurt because you both got lucky on the exact same day in the same building.

It feels like nothing else really matters in the moment besides the way Minghao kisses you, as if he’ll never be able to taste your lips again.

You hold him to the promise of drinking and making out, the former coming first. You arrange a few bottles of wine on your living room floor, slowly making your way through them together until you’re too giggly to keep going.

You give up on drinking out of wine glasses and you decide to periodically switch bottles instead, taking a few sips of one bottle before switching flavors.

Soon enough, he was pushing your hand away from the bottle with a small giggle.

“Stop it,” He swats your hand lightly and quickly captures it between his hands. The swift movement makes you scream and he’s shushing you, but you both fall right back into laughter.

“You’re drinking just as much as me!” You exclaim. He pushes his lips out to deflect your statement, but it’s true. His cheeks are flushed and he’s laughing at everything you’re saying, a classic tell that he’s drunk.

“Maybe I just wanted to look at you, how about that darling?” He tilts his head and your playful frustration comes out.

“Where did this darling thing come from? You started doing it out of nowhere,” You scrunch your face at him and he’s slightly embarrassed.

“Didn’t want to call you brat forever. Do you not like it?” He gets slightly quiet and you hit his shoulder. There’s absolutely no way you could ever hate his nicknames, they feel too comfortable for him to ever stop.

“I love it! I just like brat too,” You shrug your shoulders and he smirks at you. “No, not like that, you’re so gross,” You push him again and he puts his arms around you before you can touch him again.

“I didn’t mean it in that way, brat,” He presses lots of kisses to your cheek, enough that you want to squirm away out of fake discomfort.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Your words start slurring to the point where Minghao is stumbling to get you both some water.

“Where are you going?” You shut your eyes but reach out for him, making grabby hands that he can’t help but coo at.

“You’re so fucking cute, but you need water. We both do,” You hear him come back and sit next to you again. He taps your face to get you to open your eyes and he’s handing you the cup of water carefully. He can’t even let you hold it completely, he’s cupping your hands and helping you drink the entire cup. You don’t want to admit that it’s easier to have him help, so you keep it to yourself.

He gulps down his own cup of water and moves them out of the way so that you don’t knock them over.

“Let me take care of you,” You sigh, your shoulders visibly lowering with the release of air. Your eyes are not shy about wandering to his crotch and he laughs a bit too loudly.

“You don’t have to do anything, it’s okay,” He insists.

“I want to,” You fight back immediately, the desire taking over when you lay your hands flat on his thighs. There’s a beat of silence before you ask him for permission.

“Can I?” It’s a whisper that you’re not even sure he heard, you can’t even look in his eyes. He lifts your chin to meet your gaze. His eyes are so forgiving that you know he wants it before he can even speak out loud.

“Go ahead, baby,” He nods and your hands are already unzipping his pants, you don’t have to give him time before he’s taking off both his pants and boxers at once.

The sight of his cock still leaves you speechless, no matter if he’s giving you one quick round before he’s going to work or if he gets to take his time with you. Precum is already leaking from his tip, you wish you had the patience to tease him like you wanted to, but you just want the taste of him too badly.

He’s visibly hard, so much so that the moment you touch him he flinches.

“It’s okay, love, just relax,” You reassure him. You lick the underside of his cock and he lets out a shaky breath, he clearly didn’t expect it which makes it even better.

You settle yourself between his legs, your nails draw light scratches down his thighs and his eyes are already fluttering shut.

You don’t give him a warning before you take his length in your mouth. You hear him moan and it spurs you on to take him completely, he hits the back of your throat and the sting you feel doesn’t matter when his reactions are so pretty. It makes him hiss and he grabs your shoulder out of desperation. “Baby, please, I’m gonna cum if you keep going this hard,” He whispers, his grip tightening slightly.

You pull off briefly to give him an innocent smile and he returns it quickly. “Okay,” You take him into your mouth again after your reply, slowly moving your head back and forth until he’s completely comfortable. His desperate groans are your kryptonite, so you subconsciously speed up and let him adjust to it. The taste of his precum mixed with your saliva is intoxicating, it definitely helps to hear him whining.

You feel him clutch your hair, guiding you slightly further onto him. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” His voice is laced with so much pleasure that it drives you crazy. This is definitely the messiest blowjob you’ve ever given, but he doesn’t seem to mind how sloppy it is.

You experimentally push his cock to the back of your throat again and he lets out a strangled groan, nearly letting go of your hair. His noises are the only thing filling the room, a mix of whines and moans filling your ears.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” His reply is barely coherent, but it’s enough to know he’s coming towards the edge. You suck him a bit more before you move your mouth off of him again and he complains.

“I’m so close,” He whispers. He watches you stand up and straddle yourself onto his lap. The new friction makes him throw his head back in pleasure, screwing his eyes shut. He’s willing himself to not cum on the spot, focusing instead on your face.

You want to be rational, you should still be between his legs sucking him off so that he can just cum in your mouth. Yet, your core feels so neglected that selfishness takes over.

“I want you to cum in me,” You put on your best innocent voice to try and convince him. His eyebrows raise in suspicion.

“Are you on birth control?” He questions and you nod immediately, leaning down to place kisses in the crook of his neck. You hadn’t had a proper conversation about experimenting during sex, but your drunk subconscious mind decided to speedrun it with him tonight.

“I’m clean, I promise. I’m gonna feel so tight on you, Hao, please,” You put on the charm when you whisper in his ear. When he doesn’t respond immediately, you roll your hips down onto him. He tightens his arms around you with a loud moan that surprises you.

“You’re such a little shit,” He slips his hands underneath your shirt to unhook your bra, throwing it across the room. He squeezes your breasts, kneading them roughly. You let out a breathless moan, the feeling of him finally touching your skin feels more satisfying than you thought it would.

He watches you get undressed before forcing you back onto his lap.

You let him lower you down onto his cock and you both let out filthy moans at the sensation of being inside each other without any barriers. You can feel how sensitive he is inside you, every movement feels far more intense than all the other times you’ve fucked.

“Gonna let you cum first,” You sigh, slowly moving yourself on his cock. He lets out a bitter sounding laugh that you can’t tell if it’s a joke or not.

“So nice of you,” He scratches his nails down your back with a bit of a mean streak. It doesn’t take long before his moans are picking up again, and you think you’d like to return that mean energy of his.

You kiss down his neck, hips still moving rapidly. You pick a random visible spot to suck a mark on his neck, not taking the pain into consideration at all. He stutters out in agony, whining so loudly that it makes you smile against his skin.

“Fucking hell,” He sighs out loud enough for you to contemplate doing it again. You don’t have time to make a decision before he clutches your hips, you feel him clench around you and his cum fills you up quickly. You both still your movements and his mouth is fully agape, his chest heaving from how hard his orgasm hit.

“Don’t move,” He grits out, he’s still panting but he knows he has to act quickly. You know he’s slightly annoyed, but his fingers move to your clit, rubbing you so quickly that your brain can barely catch up.

You can already feel yourself clenching around his cock, he knows how to work you up so intensely that a proper orgasm can hit you out of nowhere.

“Please Hao, please let me,” Your words trail off and you can barely look at him, much less keep still around him.

“Let you do what? You need to tell me,” That teasingly sweet voice of his is anything but helpful at the moment. You’re nearly crying from the pressure on your core, his fingers just won’t stop moving and it makes it so hard not to disobey him.

“Fuck, please let me cum, I can’t hold it,” You’re panting, you think you can feel his cum seeping out of you onto the floor. You look down and it’s true, his cum ended up near your feet. It shouldn’t feel that satisfying, but it is, the overstimulation of fluids makes it hard to deny yourself any more pleasure.

“Then cum,” He makes it sound like it’s nothing, but his nonchalance works so easily on you. You let yourself cum almost immediately, clamping your hand over your mouth to restrain the wildly unpredictable moans coming out of you. The clenching feels so intense that you have to move, you have to do something to combat the pain radiating throughout your body.

After a few moments, he helps you get off of his lap and your legs are shaking, you’ve definitely sobered up a bit from all the action. He finally kisses you, letting his mouth linger on your lips for a few moments so you can savor him. “You did well, darling,” He kisses your cheek before getting up to start your joint aftercare routine.

You watch him with heavy eyelids, and the aftercare seems to happen without much effort on your part. He always dotes on you to a point where you stop trying to fight it, especially now when you’re not exactly drunk or sober to do anything at all.

You’re just lucky to eventually be put in bed with fresh pajamas on. He definitely had to coax you to take your medicine, but things went relatively easily.

It’s only when you’re both falling towards sleep that you feel the urge to hold a conversation again. “Sorry for not finishing you off,” you mumble. You hear him laugh under his breath.

“It’s okay, you’re really keeping me on my toes,” You feel him curl tighter into your side. You hum in response, and you let another minute go by.

“Are you scared things might not work out between us?” You ask suddenly. Your voice comes out much smaller than you wanted it to.

“Sometimes. The month went by pretty quickly,” His response makes you feel less alone in your anxiety. It felt like such a whirlwind romance that you didn’t have much time to enjoy the little intricacies of getting to know each other.

You learned about each other out of desperation, surprised that something fruitful came out of that need to look acceptable as a couple to others.

“I think so too. But whatever happens, it’s still worth it that I got to know you,” You offer, you wish you could see his face so that he saw just how much you meant it.

You didn’t want to picture the past month without him, you can’t imagine a reality where Minghao isn’t there by your side to take care of you.

“Do you think I’m worth all the effort? Do you regret meeting me?” His questions leave a pang of guilt in your heart. He’s usually quite self-sufficient with his worries, typically isolating for a while before coming back to silently ask for kisses and cuddles. Thus, you don’t get many chances to verbalize how much you like him when he’s feeling upset.

“You’re completely worth it, Hao. I don’t regret any of this. You’re so special to me,” You soothe his worries with such sweet words. He takes a moment to process them, until you hear a sniffle.

You grow concerned, so you turn on your lamp. A teary eyed Minghao looks at you with a slight pout. His eyes are slightly puffy and you try not to let any surprise cross your face.

“My baby,” You instinctively pull him into your chest like he’s done it for you so many times. His cries are so quiet, but you can still feel his body shake in your arms.

“You mean a lot to me. I hate hiding my feelings from you,” His tone is somewhat even, most of the emotion doesn’t spill through.

“Whenever you want to tell me anything, I’m here. I like hearing whatever is on your mind,” You leave soft touches on his shoulder. He’s always been quite practical and objective, letting you know exactly how he feels about things, so to see him with his guard down means he trusts you so deeply.

“Okay, I promise I will,” He pulls his face back from your hold to wipe his tears. He grabs your hands and holds them to his chest instead.

“Y/N?” He calls out to you again.

“Yes?”

“I don’t like sleeping without you,” He blinks at you with a small smile. His voice nearly breaks your heart from how cute he sounds.

“I don’t either, and I’m not going anywhere, okay?” Your response makes him close his eyes, nodding softly. You wipe the stray tears still left on his cheeks.

He takes the chance to leave a few pecks on your lips, but you know you need more.

You press your lips to his for a few moments and you can almost feel him melt into your touch. He lets out a quiet satisfied hum the moment you pull away from him.

You turn away to turn off the lamp and he’s already whining, pulling at your arm to stop your movements. “I’m right here, love,” You giggle into his chest, you quickly lie down again to face him in the darkness.

You fall asleep with a few more kisses pressed to your lips, your mutual affection seems to radiate off each other so easily.

You figure this feeling is enough to keep you happy for the rest of your life.

The next day, packing your own clothes for the wedding wasn’t hard, but getting Minghao to pack was a bit more difficult.

He insisted that he already put some clothes aside for his suitcase a few days ago, but you don’t notice anything when you enter his closet.

Instead, you’re drawn to his impressive array of clothing. You’re definitely overwhelmed by how cool his pieces are. You figure it’s a mix of clothes he’s made for himself, pieces he’s made for collections that he stole for his own closet, archival designer clothes, and a medley of thrifted clothes sprinkled in.

It was completely foreign to your own closet, it felt like its own little world that you could spend forever in.

When you retreat out of the closet, you notice Minghao is at his desk, hands and body completely still.

He has lots of sketches organized across his desk, but he seems to be staring at one in particular.

“Hao, are you ok, love?” You try. You place your hand on his shoulder and he still doesn’t move.

“My hands aren’t doing what I need them to do,” He hums, blinking at the papers before him.

“Let’s take a break, yeah?” You grab his hands and massage them gently. His eyes flutter shut and he takes a deep breath, slowly leaning into your touch.

“Yeah,” He opens his eyes and slowly stands up from his desk. The promotion is already giving him far more work than before. Despite his position not officially starting until after the wedding, you can sense it’s taking a toll on him already.

You know he’s told you about being a workaholic, but watching him work from home today has made that personality trait even more real in your brain. He gets so focused that it’s hard to break him out of that trance, especially when you try to make him take breaks.

You discover it’s best not to bother him since he has his own internal productivity clock, but you figured it had been a few hours too long since the last break.

You came over to his apartment with the intention of not doing much together anyways, but you didn’t expect him to work the entire time.

“How about we pick out clothes instead?” You suggest, rubbing your hands up and down his arms in a feeble effort to ground him.

“We’re only there for a few days, there’s not much for me to pick out,” He giggles to himself as he looks back at the closet.

Mingyu’s wedding had a formal dress code, but you and Minghao had decided to take an extra day to stay in the vicinity of the small beach town to relax before coming back into town to start the new phases of your professional lives.

“Well, show me these outfits you allegedly picked out, idiot,” You playfully shove him toward the closet and he puts his hands up in defense.

“Fine, fine,” He backs into the closet and turns his attention to the clothes slightly above his eyeline. He grabs a sleek black suit to prop up in his arms.

“Wedding outfit with a nice tie,” He looks at his picks before looking at you for feedback.

The suit was nice, muted enough so that your dress could be the real showstopper. Yet, his tie was still decorated with an intricate pattern that caught your attention.

“Very nice,” You nod and he nods as well before placing it back in the closet. He stays in the closet for a few moments before emerging again with a pastel blue set, a solid button up with matching linen shorts. It was the perfect lazy weekend beach attire.

“And my beach day outfit,” He looks up at you with a proud smile.

“That’s gonna look so pretty on you, especially that color,” You coo at him, your tone gets high at the possibility of seeing him in bright colors. He bites back a smile, but ultimately gives into the compliment with a smirk.

“Thank you,” His voice is a bit smaller now, you notice the tips of his ears are red, but you don’t point it out.

He goes to put the clothes back before your gaze can linger on him for too long, but it’s too late.

You’re already concocting more ways that you can catch him off guard with a compliment.

He pulls out a small black industrial type suitcase out onto the floor of the bedroom, and it suits him completely.

You decide to sit on his bed and watch him pack the suitcase carefully. You’re sure he’s done it countless times that it feels like second nature. You wonder what the inside of his passport looks like, what he’s like on an international flight, the first thing he does in a new country, so many questions about his travel habits plagued you.

His hands treat his clothes so delicately, you can only admire the way he folds his clothes, smoothing his palm across the top to rid any lingering wrinkles before placing them gingerly into the suitcase.

You watch him wander back and forth from the bathroom, casually collecting items to place into side pockets and pouches.

You think you’ve unlocked a new kind of domesticity with him, a silent one where you can adore him from afar without constantly needing to fill the silence. The way his eyes scan the case is enough to keep you captivated.

“Are you enjoying the show?” He brushes his hair back from his forehead, looking up at you suddenly.

“Definitely,” You smile at him with a particular fondness, he senses it with a closed mouth smile.

He closes the top of the suitcase, he’s definitely not done packing for sure, but it’s enough for now when he gets up and sits next to you on the bed.

“Are you nervous about the trip?” His hand finds the nape of your neck easily, slowly rubbing his fingers against your skin.

“Slightly,” You close your eyes for a moment before blinking back at him. He hums in understanding.

“Besides him being there, do you like weddings?” He continues his soft movements, but tries to engage with you further.

“I do,” You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face, it’s hard to contain yourself.

“Tell me more,” He giggles at your sudden excitement, he shifts his weight to account for your now perky mood, now absentmindedly playing with your hands.

“Everything about them just makes me happy, I like seeing people in love,” Your tone of voice is so far up in the clouds that he can tell you’re daydreaming.

“Do you think you’ll ever be in love?” His question grounds your dreams instantly.

It shouldn’t unnerve you this much.

You want to tell him that you’re already in love with him, but the words are lodged in your throat so tightly that you can’t do much about it. You can only take a breath and hope he doesn’t notice how much that question affects you.

Yet, you know how he is. He notices something happening with you before you do.

“I’m sure I will,” You nod in affirmation in hopes that he leaves it alone, that he won’t press you any further about the topic.

He doesn’t ask you verbally, but his eyes search yours with a hope that you mean you’ll fall in love with him.

“I know you will. You’re perfect,” His words are laced with so much affection that it almost hurts to hear, so sickly sweet that your heart practically feels weighed down from the kindness of it.

It’s enough to pull him in for a kiss, to help him achieve that feeling in your chest. His lips slot into yours so naturally at this point, you don’t have to try too hard at it before he senses your needs.

He deepens the kiss ever so slightly, but it still leaves your heart fluttering. The tension recreates itself the moment he looks into your eyes. He leaves you breathless and you can feel the slight puffiness of your lips now that you’re away from his mouth.

No matter what he just did, you can’t make each other say what you truly mean.

It’s too much when you’re both packing for a trip where you’re meant to play up a lie that no longer feels like a lie. The relationship is so fragile that it has to keep unfolding in its own time, it’s not meant to handle a rushed confession.

You both deserve better than that.

“You think I’m perfect?” You finally respond to his statement. He sighs with a particularly sweet smile on his face.

“Absolutely,” He examines your face long enough for you to feel safe under his gaze. After a while, you watch him get up to finish organizing his suitcase and you’re not sure what makes you upset.

You wrestle with your feelings as he zips up his suitcase, pushing it to a corner in his room. He convinces you to get ready for bed with him, and it helps you push away the thoughts for now.

No matter what happens this weekend, he’ll be with you. You can only hope that’s enough for you to feel safe.

—

Road trips were a rare occasion for Minghao. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy them, but he never had a good reason to spontaneously travel or the time to take them very often.

Thus, the trip up to the wedding would be momentous. Minghao has read that the strength of relationships are tested when you travel with your partner, and it’s the first time he’s properly done it with anyone he’s dating.

He wants to do it right, so he hopes to make the weekend perfect, starting with getting off work early to mentally prepare himself for the journey.

He would be driving, not that he didn’t trust you, but he was slightly protective of his car. He would’ve insisted on driving you both regardless if you tried to fight him on it, not wanting you to overexert yourself a few days after such a big flare up.

He makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible in the passenger seat, confirming that you have snacks and your comfort items to keep you interested. He triple checks that you have your engagement ring on and you’re nearly cackling at him for being so worried. When he estimated the trip to be a few hours, he didn’t expect it to be 3.5 hours instead.

Yet, the hotel reservations were booked and there’s no viable way to fly to the small town, so he comes to terms with the parameters of the trip.

He’s grateful that you’re actively engaging him in conversation, he needs the mental stimulation to keep himself awake. He already let you pick the playlist to soundtrack the trip which kept you even more energetic.

“So when are we hypothetically getting married?” You ask without warning. “Just in case somebody asks, which I know they will,” He can tell your voice has that little self assured tone to it which makes him smile.

“This time next year, in the summer,” He takes a quick look at you before focusing on the road again.

“Ooh, a summer wedding would be pretty,” You affirm his thoughts. “Where would it be though?”

“Where would you like it to be?” He counters and it catches you off guard. He listens to you ponder your answer with a quiet hum before speaking up.

“I love the idea of it in a garden, like either outside in a garden or in those beautiful indoor greenhouse rooms with the garden outside of it,” The hypothetical details start to build a mental image that makes him excited.

“That sounds beautiful. So it sounds like it won’t be a destination wedding?”

“Absolutely not. It’s nice in theory, but logistically it might be hard for people to get there,” Your tone is resolute, making Minghao giggle as he clutches the steering wheel.

“You’re thinking of our future guests’ well-being already, you’re so sweet,” He coos at you with a pinch to your cheek, his gaze still focused on the road ahead. You were always thinking of other people, never yourself. Even if you wanted an international wedding, you should be able to put your foot down about what you want instead of centering others.

“It’s just a nice thing to do! Besides, there are plenty of nice gardens here,” You reply softly. He wonders if you’ve mentally picked out a venue yet, if you know the ins and outs of the best gardens around the country. He wants to know more, but he decides to keep moving.

“Ok, how many people would be coming to the wedding then?” He raises his eyebrows.

“No more than 300,” The reply comes almost immediately, “I don’t think I even know 100 people,” Your voice turns slightly concerned at the thought, but he’s quick to reassure you.

“That makes sense, bigger weddings kind of become more of a spectacle than focusing on the marriage itself. It’s weird,” He shakes his head at the idea of it. To him, weddings should feel somewhat intimate, and having over 1,000 people watch you get married makes him feel a bit unsettled.

“Exactly! We’re not celebrities, just people. Please keep the fashion industry invites to a minimum,” You joke and it makes him laugh.

“Trust me, most of them would not be coming,” He rolls his eyes and repositions his hands on the wheel. As much as he likes his work, it had to be separate from his personal life as much as possible now that you worked there too. There had to be some distance, even if this wedding wouldn’t be a problem in the immediate future.

“Sounds like you'd like to be involved in wedding planning then.”

“Yes, for sure. You shouldn’t have to do that alone, it’s my wedding too,” He whines lightly at the end of the sentence and now it’s your turn to fawn over him.

“Of course, love. I can’t imagine doing it alone,” You card your fingers through his hair and he sighs gently at your touch. This kind of daydreaming makes Minghao want to propose all over again just to give you that perfect garden wedding.

He can already picture you both on your not so hypothetical wedding day, it all aligns in his brain so perfectly that it feels too good to be true. He knows he’s jumping too far into the future, but he can’t help it when you give him so much to work with. He knows the timeline in between matters as well, everything about you matters to him.

The wedding banter goes on for a bit longer until you fall asleep. That makes up the bulk of the trip, him driving with your music playing softly in the background while you’re cuddled up against the window. He prefers driving in relative silence, it gives him the space to think about everything coming within the next day.

He honestly doesn’t know how you’ll fare when you see Joshua again, considering how difficult the entire situation has been for you. Frankly, he doesn’t know how he’ll act around Joshua either knowing just how much he’s hurt you. He can only hope you choose yourself and your own feelings first.

He knows you’re a heavy sleeper, but he discovers it even more now. When someone tries to cut him off on the highway, he’s forced to honk his horn but he looks over to discover you’re still dead asleep.

The slight dips in the road and any slight swerves he makes to avoid potholes don’t disturb you much at all besides the occasional stirring in your sleep.

He eventually stops about 2 and a half hours into the journey to get gas and stretch his legs, but he’s still in good spirits overall. Somehow, the stopped car doesn’t wake you up, something he uses to his advantage.

He grabs his phone to take photos of you, angling himself in as many different ways possible to capture you. He smiles to himself as he quickly scrolls through the photos to choose a new one for his lockscreen. He still hadn’t changed it, he felt like none of his pictures captured that unspeakable feeling you give him until now.

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, your arms are tightly crossed across your chest with your hands hidden by your hoodie sleeves. At some point before you fell asleep, you pulled the strings tight enough that your head was almost swallowed up by the fabric, to him you looked like a little egg. It was definitely picture worthy in his mind, and he was lucky enough that he got the pictures before you woke up.

“Hao? Are we there yet?” You ask him sleepily, eyes blinking open slowly.

“Not yet, darling. We’ve got another hour or so,” He rubs your thigh gently. You only nod and settle back into a comfortable position, facing your body away from Minghao towards the window.

He realizes something as he starts the car again, pulling back onto the roads to finish the last leg of the drive.

It sets in more as the sun sets on the horizon, even further when he parks the car and takes a deep breath to himself. He helps you wake up completely so you can both get your luggage out of the car. The check in process goes easily, but it’s not until you’re both in the elevator that it hits him.

He loves you.

He loves the way you always lean into his touch, how you give him the space to be himself, the subtle ways you look after him that he can’t always verbalize.

He loves that despite everything, you still love so fiercely.

He grew into his love for you, the pieces of it came together without him even realizing it. He didn’t want to admit it when Soonyoung and Chan kept telling him how head over heels he was for you, especially when he found a way to come over to your apartment almost every day just so he could see you.

He didn’t want to admit how many times he restarted the sketching process for the dress, how he held a meticulous eye over his sewing machine so that every stitch held a bit of his love for you. He wanted to make sure that all of the extra time he spent on small details would show even a fraction of his adoration for you.

He loves you and he wonders if he’ll be able to say it out loud before you go back home.

#oh bitch. now THIS was a doozy to write #but it's worth it #minghao smut #minghao fluff #minghao imagines #minghao fanfic #minghao scenarios #minghao x reader #minghao x y/n #minghao x you #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt scenarios #heartkyeom #now or never

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 4

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 900+ Words Warning: Academic stress, despair etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Goodbye, SNU...:

11:17 a.m. 1st September, 2015

Almost all the students seem to have gotten out of the exam hall already but there is no sign of Jimin. What can that mean?

"I don't think his exam went well, noona!" Yoongi quietly puts my thoughts into words.

I shake my head, "He must be talking to a friend. Jimin’s exam must go well. He prepared for it for months."

"Accidents happen, you know!" Yoongi shrugs.

Finally I see Jimin, slouching, coming out of that building all alone. My heart feels heavy. Jimin will not recover from this any time soon if something goes wrong.

Yoongi calls out, "Jiminah! Here!"

There is a moment of confusion in his face at first. Then it fades to recognition. He slowly walks towards us and gives a weak smile.

"Was it that bad?" I ask.

Jimin nods. His smile turns upside down. And the next thing we know is his eyes are wet. Jimin is crying.

I am sitting at a cafe table waiting for my two brothers to come from the washroom, wondering what life lesson the older one is teaching the younger one in his hour of despair. It does not take long. Finally, they make their way towards me.

“Everything okay, now?” I ask.

“Tolerable!” Yoongi sighs. There is a hint of annoyance in his voice.

As soon as they sit down, Jimin begins ranting about all the silly mistakes he had made. His brain was a mess during the exam time so he couldn’t concentrate properly and he had marked the number of bills and coins in South Korea to be five and four respectively whereas the answer is quite the opposite.

“C’mon, Jiminah, everyone knows that” Yoongi grunts mockingly and I glare at him to stop teasing.

I turn to Jimin and, noticing the dark circles and the sharp jawline, ask him, “Have you been properly eating and sleeping, Jiminie?”

“What?” His look was wearied. That answers my question.

I say, “Listen! What you really need is a proper meal and some sleep.” I check the watch on my wrist and calculate the amount of time still remaining before I meet up with Namjoon. “Alright! Let’s go to granma’s place and I’ll cook both of you some hearty meals.”

Driving all the way to granma’s place is tiring to some extent. It is all the more exhausting when you have a passenger talking non-stop about how terrible he’s feeling and how his life is all dark ahead of him as if not getting into SNU means that your life’s over. I understand that all the unnecessary amount of caffeine Jimin had consumed within the last few months had done little to no good to him. What surprises me more is the level of patience Yoongi has for Jimin. Because I am slowly losing my mind right now.

At last, here I am, trying to make some quick healthy lunch for me and my two little ones.

“You're home already?” The youngest enters the kitchen.

Alright. Three little ones now.

I hastily add more water and some spicy ingredients to the soup before turning to speak to Jungkook. “Yes! Just to prepare lunch. Go say hi to Yoongi and Jimin.”

“They're here?” He excitedly leaves without waiting for my answer.

The familiar sound of the boys’ laughter fills the living room. It is carried to my ears which in turns brings a smile to my lips. I prepare the dishes, pour the soup, take the kimchi out of the fridge and finally call Yoongi to help me carry them to the table.

I am surprised to not find Jimin in the dining room.

“Hyung fell asleep so I carried him to my room. He looked so tired. Didn't want to wake him up.” Jungkook informs.

“But the food will go cold when he wakes up.” I say.

Yoongi pulls the sleeve of my shirt and motions me to sit down, “it's alright. I'll just warm them up for him.”

I say, “You start eating. I’m gonna go check on him.”

Yoongi shrugs, “he’ll be alright, noona. We all do.”

I nod a little but my heart does not agree. Jimin is a perfectionist. I know how much it hurts him when he fails to meet his ambitions. And it pains me to even think how this is going to affect him. He is going to be so hard on himself from now on.

I step inside Jungkook’s almost-bare-except-for-a-bed bedroom and find Jimin snoring softly. He looks peaceful in his sleep. Almost angelic other than the fact that he has lost so much weight over the past few months so he looks kinda ill. His eyes have sunken into perfect brown circles and his jawlines look as if it can cut.

I slowly run my hand over his hair as my eyes start to prick. I wish he would stop worrying about being perfect. I wish he knew he was more than his mistakes. I wish he knew how much he is loved.

I quietly go back to eat. Luckily Yoongi and Jungkook are already immersed in a conversation about some comic books that I barely know about. After a few minutes of munching on my food in silence, my phone rings from the kitchen so I have to excuse myself. It is Namjoon.

“Noona! It's already 1:50. Are you sure you can make it in time?” I hear Namjoon's worried voice from the other side of the speaker.

“I'm leaving home right away. You wait for me a little longer. Can you do that?”

There is a moment of silence. Then Namjoon speaks, “of course, I'll wait. I ain't doing this without my lucky charm.”

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tmbg-tournie · 3 months

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PRI👏VA👏CY👏 GLASS👏

actually speaking of which, any other specific moments in tmbg songs that scratch your brain? for me i love the melody of “now let’s toast the sad cold fact/ our love’s never coming back” in narrow your eyes. (mod lain doesn’t have to answer since they already kinda did but if they have another example go ahead! ☺️)

Both of us like talking too much to pass up an ask so

Goober: In Sapphire Bullets of Pure Love when they’re all like “John I’ve been bad, and there coming after me/ Done someone wrong and I fear that it was me” LIKE HELLO? The entirety of Three Might Be Duende, the entirety of I’ll Sink Manhattan but specifically “Burn your forget-me-nots/ Admit that true love can die/ No, I won't apologize, my love, just kiss me goodbye” HELP I LOVE TMBG

Lain: oh my god YES okay so there's:

- the PRI VA CY GLASS (and the PLANES IN THE SKY) from dark and metric as previously mentioned

- the part in Wearing A Raincoat where he does the chorus but instead of being the same as the other times it goes into 3/4 for a few measures and then back to 4/4 the little switchup idk if im explaining it good but AUGH that shit is so cool

- "HE WON'T EVEN TALK TO ME NOOOOW BUT THAT'S OKAAAAY CUZ I'M SICKA THAT GUY" from Rest Awhile

- "i must be siiilent MUST cooontain my secret smile" and "in the allegooory of the PEO PLE IN THE-CAVE BY THE-GREEK GUY" from no one knows my plan

- the way he goes "HELLOO!! EXCUSSE MEE HEYYYYY" in the live version of They Got Lost

#ask box #mod goober #mod lain #yayyyyy

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unhingedthirst · 28 days

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“It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” For Cyrus × Fem!Reader

I was promised a kidney for this but honestly the fact that you love and support my work will always be more than enough!

Edit- I wrote this right when it was requested but intended to finish it at some point- I didn’t so have this first part of an unfinished fic :3

Living in Sunnyvale and having a situationship with Cyrus came with its own set of difficulties. You didn’t know exactly what you guys were but you know that living next to his sworn enemy was the catalyst for a lot of rough angry sex. Not that you were complaining. Julian, bubbles and Ricky pestered you often about your involvement with Cyrus. You were all sitting around in Julian’s trailer smoking dope laughing about something dumb Ricky said. You all sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments and than Ricky turned to you “why are you dating that fucking dick Cyrus anyway?” It seemingly came out of nowhere but you looked around your friends and they just waited for your response with eager eyes. You sighed “one we aren’t dating..we just hang out.” You say sheepishly and Julian scoffs at you “I can’t believe you bang that creep” you roll your eyes at the man; their disgust used to bother you a lot more but now it was just par for the course. “You guys are just mad that you aren’t banging me” you say confidently and the men collectively groan. You didn’t even know if that statement was true but by how jealous they all acted it be seemed like the logical answer. Bubbles finally spoke after awhile of just listening “you’re a pretty lady and all” he sqawks out and you smile softly with pride “but we care about you. He’s not a good guy!” Bubbles explains and you pat his knee lovingly. A deep blush forms on his cheeks and than Julian speaks again “he can’t even protect you he’s a fucking pussy” Ricky nods. You huff a frustrated breathe and than quickly duck and cover when Ricky pulls out his gun and starts waving it around “he can’t even shoot anything! He’s a dumb idiot coward! He can’t protect you from shit!” Ricky yelled and you got up to leave as Julian and bubbles start scolding him. You yell a goodbye and leave the rest of your dope as a sign of good faith. What they didn’t understand is how sweet Cyrus is with you; fingers in your hair and lips pressed to your neck. Every time you saw him he’d pull you into his lap and say “tell me about your day baby.” It felt so intimate. There was definitely feelings involved on both sides but you weren’t about to be the dumb girl that tries to tie a guy like Cyrus down. He was also so amazing in bed; when you guys were alone and he starts touching you, you lose all brain function. you found your way once again in Cyrus’s car; you’d called him the second you left Julian’s trailer. He was quick to pick you up; eager to get laid probably. As he pulls in front of your trailer the boys are sitting around the shit mobile now drinking. You close your eyes and take a deep breathe bracing for the annoyance you are about to endure. Cyrus makes eye contact with Ricky as he goes in and kisses you hello. Before you could commend Ricky for keeping his cool Cyrus yells out “Fuck off Ricky. I’ve got work to do” and points to you. You shove him with your elbow as you bury your face in your hands. Ricky loses it throwing a beer bottle and screaming at your non boyfriend’s red corvette as he speeds out. Cyrus has always been a tough nut to crack, if felt like he was constantly on a losing streak but with you it felt like he was winning. It started out as just fucking someone hot that he was pretty sure Julian and Ricky were interested in but now it turned into another person accepting him as he was even if it meant you being okay with him keeping you at arms length. You hadn’t discovered how much of a loser he was yet and he was eager to keep it that way.

#elle speaks #trailer park boys #tpb #trailer park boys fanfiction #trailer park boys smut #Cyrus trailer park boys #tpb julian #tpb smut #ricky tpb #tpb Cyrus

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wallpaper-inside-my-heart · 3 months

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top five favorite songs (or artists/albums, whatever you wanna gush about!)

Oh Lydia.. you have no idea what you have unleashed by asking me to gush about music 😹💕 Music is truly one of my nr.1 interests of all time! 🫶

So me answering this got way out of hand... Therefore, here a (somewhat) brief summary:

Top 5 songs of last week:

The grudge by Olivia Rodrigo -> “your flowers filled with vitriol” is a line that goes so hard istg! (the whole song is a banger tho)

Midnight by Ed Sheeran

Making the bed by Olivia Rodrigo

Stick Season by Noah Kahan

That’s on me by Ed Sheeran

Top 5 fave artists atm (artist -> fave album -> fave song on it)

The Amazing Devil -> Ruin -> Drinking Song for the socially anxious

Taylor Swift -> evermore -> cowboy like me

Sleeping at last -> Enneagram -> Nine (my own type lmao)

Bo Burnham -> Inside -> Goodbye

Ed Sheeran -> (currently) Autumn Variations -> Spring

Way too extensive elaboration under the cut (bc once I start talking about music it’s very hard to stop)

So out of the 5 arrtists I mention, I also have fave albums and on those albums at least 5 songs so… I don’t expect anyone to actually read through all that, no worries 😹💕 (I was also about to include fave lyrics, but then I was reminded of several irl deadlines so… another time maybe…hopefully... cause I love talking about lyrics so much!)

(fave songs in order of their track nr. On the album, not their actual rank; fave bolded)

1.) The Amazing Devil

Love Run -> King, Shower Day, Elsa’s Song, Two Minutes, Not Yet/Love Run

The Horror and the Wild -> The Rockrose & the Thistle, Welly Boots, Farewell Wanderlust, Fair, That Unwanted Animal

Ruin -> The Calling, Drinking Song, Chords, The Old Witch Sleep, Ruin, Inkpot Gods

2.) Taylor Swift (okay, I am just doing top 5 albums for her, cause otherwise we’ll be sitting here all day)

Evermore -> champagne problems, ivy, cowboy like me, marjorie, right where you left me

Red -> The Lucky One, Better Man, Nothing New, Forever Winter, ATW 10 min

Reputation -> I did smth bad, King of my Heart, Dancing with our hands tied, Call it what you want, New Years Day

Folklore -> the 1, my tears ricochet, seven, peace, the lakes

Midnights -> Maroon, Sweet Nothing, The Great War, WCS, You’re losing me

3.) Sleeping at last

Space -> Sun, Earth, Mars, Neptune, Pluto

Enneagram -> 1, 2, 3, 8, 9

4.) Bo Burnham

Words words words -> WWW, Oh Bo, What’s Funny, Rant, Art is Dead

What -> left brain right brain (yt amv flashbacks istg…) , from god’s perspective, Nerds, Channel 5 News, Hell of a Ride

Make Happy -> straight white man, country song, lower your expectations, kys, can’t handle this (+ r u happy – bc oof…)

Inside (deluxe) -> problematic, welcome to the internet, that funny feeling, all eyes on me, goodbye + five years

5.) Ed Sheeran (also just 5, bc I am ignoring that = exists)

Plus -> it’s been too long since listened to this one, so I only remember “Little Bird” and “The A Team”

X -> Don’t, Photograph, Tenerife Sea, Thinking Out Loud, I see Fire

Divide -> Shape of you (idc that it’s overplayed!! I still unironically like this song!), Happier, What do I know?, Supermarket Flowers, Save Myself

Substract -> Eyes Closed, End of Youth, Curtains, Vega, Stoned

Autumn Variations -> England, Midnight, Spring, Punchline, When will I be alright

#Anyone who listens to my music ramblings or even asks me about them will automatically become one of my bffs #sorry <3 #I could talk about each of these choices for hours but this post was already getting way too long 🙈🩵#I feel like some of these song choices are revealing way too uch about myself but oh well...#ask game #ask #lumiereandcogsworth 🩵#thank you so so much for asking 🫶💕

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RAB FICS I READ (July 23)

Best Part of Waking Up by starling011, TemieTem Sirius/Regulus later with addition of Remus, PWP

Listening to Your Heartbeat (If only you knew how much I love it) by thestarsforus Regulus and Evan were kidnapped by vampires when they were little, survived on the run for years, got adopted by Alphard, and finally got to go to Hogwarts for their OWL year. Bartylus

Little Star (How I Love You In All The Wrong Ways) by fairies_withspirits Regulus/Sirius/James/Potter, porn with soooo much feelings also [spoilers] James kills Snape with his bare hands

Tiny Hands (or, Heg loo) by featherprongs Jegulus raising Harry cute oneshot

Stupid For You by fullonbicrisis musicians Black brothers, Jegulus, long and sweet

i said i'd never let you go (and i never did) by JohnnysLittleMonster jegulus, trans james, harry is regulus' son, regulus kills voldy

step into the daylight and let it go by serendipitysirius halloween '81, regulus returns, lily dies, james needs to learn how to go on and to love without guilt, lots of therapy. Loved it

Twins Potter and The Goblet Of Fire by sorrowfulroseheart013 regulus is reborn as harry's twin, starts collecting his old friends

pipe down with the noise, i cannot bear my sorrow (i hate who i was before) by JohnnysLittleMonster after the prank sirius is super low and goes to commit suicide. v background jegulus

horrified looks from everyone in the room (but we're only looking at you) by JohnnysLittleMonster Regulus is being coerced into an arranged marriage. Effie Potter won't allow it ♥ This is super good okay

don’t talk to strangers (hey pretty boy) by lolokids for leabrut james ALMOST sleeps with a stranger. dramatic black brothers.

Goldeneye by ThisLiminalSpace professional quidditch players jegulus au with a lot of pining. Also Goldeneye is a galaxy brain nick for Regulus okay

Warm by UnfortunatelyDisastrous super lovely, regulus plots revenge on sirius by seducing his friends to the dark side. except, he kinda really likes being friends with remus and peter and dating james... long and sweet

I Know the End by ButIAmTheChosenOne Regulus makes his decision about the cave

To Get Back Home by ButIAmTheChosenOne everything's fucked, hermione and mtf theodore nott yeet themselves to the past (the 70s) with a Black Fam ritual

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? by georgia_sk BAMF regulus kicking ass and being mentally unwell and emotionally unstable

Power Over Me by star4daisy vampire hunter James and his 3 vampire boyfriends

Of His Bones by MesserMoon for BerryLou royals Sirius and Regulus, pirate James and Remus, wolfstar, jegulus, soft but covered in blood RoseKiller and build up to Narcissa/Alice which is driving me feral in the best way

For Reasons Unknown by m3535, Zayhad remus/regulus gryffindor regulus

Ivy Grows by Rosemarilee lily out of blue cheats on james with mary, realises she's unhappy with her life becuase she didn't stop to think what she wanted since she got pregnant some 15 years ago. Regulus has a massive crush on James and is the support James needs in these trying times

The Boy from Beauxbatons by haey1 sirius was sent to beauxbatons for some reason and now he's back to england for the triwizard tournament. wolfstar

One Last Goodbye by haey1 regulus and beauxbatons sirius say their goodbyes couse they know the war is going to part them

vitriol spills forth from my lips (i wish it were acid instead) by Excalis sirius bullies regulus

All That Remains by CelesteMagnolia for Artemisia_Black_95, MerlinsSequinedHotPants my boy is looking for a proper wife and oh my god he's so stupid kill me and spare me the second hand embarrassment

#fic rec #regulus black #looking through my ao3 history is so embarrassing because i see all the smut ive read

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Nebula/Peter Quill Masterlist

cold heart, warm gun, a dying sun (bright eyes, black soul, she’ll never let you go) (ao3) - Cesar Nebula/Peter Quill M, 500

Summary: Peter Quill is just so beautiful when he’s broken.

dog days (ao3) - richiekate Nebula/Peter Quill T, 1k

Summary: peter is a wreck, but what's new. nebula's there too, to pick up his broken pieces and tack them together like paper mache with her clumsy hands, so unused to being tender. but there's something gentle, now, between the two of them. it makes peter's confused heart sing and nebula's brain scramble, desperate to come up with a reason for this newfound fondness towards the man she's now starting to think of as her mess.

Downtime (ao3) - EthanTheAnnus Nebula/Peter Quill T, 500

Summary: “You’re leaving.” It’s not a question. “Did you get the ship back together?” It’s not an answer. “Rocket repaired the ship.” Nebula stares him down, unrelenting. “But you’re leaving, aren’t you?” “Mantis was right,” Peter says, shutting the cupboard with a harsh thud. “I keep running, and I never even thought of going back. I think it’s time that I did.” -OR- Canon compliant. Peter and Nebula get a moment somewhere after they win, but before the final few scenes of the movie. GOTG VOL 3 SPOILERS!

Hooked on a…feeling? (ao3) - missingcrowdsof1000s Nebula/Peter Quill T, 1k

Summary: An exploration into Nebula’s changing perspective towards the leader of the Guardians.

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round (ao3) - Aprylx Nebula/Peter Quill G, 1k

Summary: *** GUARDIANS 3 SPOILERS!! *** 'His voice was low and crackled, all life was lost from it, his eyes were dead, almost like the once vibrant green had faded.' or, The ending of Guardians but it went wrong.

Just a Replacement (ao3) - cozyreinsfw Nebula/Peter Quill G, 100

Summary: Peter tries to replace Gamora.

Just Us, Just Maybe (ao3) - MysteryWriter2187 Nebula/Peter Quill T, 2k

Summary: After waking up in bed with an unexpected - but not necessarily unwanted - companion, Nebula grapples with her complicated emotions about this intimate encounter, and the potential future it may hold. Post-GOTG3 one-shot. Quebula (Quill/Nebula) mostly fluff.

Left alone with your memories (ao3) - Aprylx Nebula/Peter Quill G, 1k

Summary: *SPOLIERS FOR GUARDIANS VOL. 3!!!* Nebula takes care of Peter after he yet again harms himself with his drinking habits.

Love Jones (ao3) - rockstar_flannel Nebula/Peter Quill E, 12k

Summary: After Nebula discovers she has feelings for Quill, she seeks out answers about this strange feeling, only to end up with more questions. So, she goes to Quill to, just maybe, feel better about herself.

Otalgia (ao3) - MantisandtheMoonDragon Nebula/Peter Quill Not Rated, 4k

Summary: Soulmate AU: Nebula hears music, always. And it’s the same old songs, always; Or The Actual Weirdest Pairing That Makes No Sense, AKA Peter x Nebula

Rewrite the Stars (ao3) - The_Ultimate_Faker Nebula/Peter Quill T, 2k

Summary: (Post GotG3) Nebula comes to terms with some emotions she has towards her fellow Guardian, Peter Quill, while taking care of his drunken self. Though she may try to avoid emotions, it was inevitable that she would have to confront them eventually.

She's Not Gamora But That's Okay (ao3) - cozyreinsfw Nebula/Peter Quill T, 2k

Summary: Peter struggles to get over Gamora and Nebula starts to take care of him when he starts to get too drunk to function.

She says, I'm not like that (ao3) - Aprylx Nebula/Peter Quill G, 600

Summary: *** SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS VOL. 3 *** "She blinked and the last of her tears left her eyes, leaving small stains on her face, he lifted his hand and swiped them off." Or what if Peter and Nebula actually got a goodbye scene together.

Slow Dancing (ao3) - cozyreinsfw Nebula/Peter Quill G, 300

Summary: In an effort to help Nebula relax, Peter pulls her into a slow dance.

The dog days are over (ao3) - just_a_pineapple Nebula/Peter Quill T, 2k

Summary: A fluffy fic about Nebula and Peter set a year after the ending of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3.

this time that we waste, but i still love your taste (ao3) - TheCupcakeElemental Nebula/Peter Quill T, 600

Summary: Nebula takes care of Peter after yet another night of heavy drinking.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #guardians of the galaxy #nebula #peter quill #masterlists

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3

Episode 16: Stuck in Two Holes

Swellview's greatest crime fighters were constantly out and about chasing down scum. It was in the job description; someone breaks the law, they sort them out after an epic battle, scum goes to prison, a job well done. But that wasn't tonight. Tonight, Captain Man and Kid Danger weren't going up against Doctor Minyak or The Toddler or anyone of evil, they were running after Jeff, the stupidest guy in Swellview.

"Where'd he go?" Henry yelled to Ray as they ducked and dodged the dumpsters that littered the backstreets of Swellview. For such a chubby guy, Jeff was pretty zippy on his feet and he was somehow managing to outstrip them as he made for an abandoned building.

"He went down the alley! Where are you, Jeff?!" Ray shouted as they marched down the dark alley and squinted for any movement. This was stupid, Jeff wasn't bright enough to evade capture for long and the more he ran, the more agitated the superheroes were getting.

"You're making it worse by running!" Henry added, hoping that the criminal would do the smart thing and give up. The problem was that Jeff didn't even know the meaning of smart and just moved his little legs faster.

"Shut up!" He snapped over his shoulder and jumped through the cracked window of the old movie rental place at the end of the alley. It would be a good hiding place if he had more than two brain cells, but the noise of the smashing glass told the superheroes exactly where he was.

"Come on!" "Let's get him!.. We saw you go in there, Jeff!" Ray and Henry ran faster towards the store, their words prompting Jeff to panic as he thought about what to do or more importantly, where to hide. He had no energy left to run, so the dusty old shelves full of cassette tape cases would have to do as his protection. The criminal cracked open an old tape and began to unravel the film inside, hoping that he could use it as cover or a distraction.

"All right, come on. Let's go in through the window." Henry panted as he and Ray peered through the smashed hole left by Jeff. It wasn't ideal, crawling through a load of sharp glass, but if it meant that they could get in, it would suit them just fine.

"Nah, let's use the door," Ray told him, preferring to walk into the building cooly in a manner that would be safer than squeezing through the small gap in the window. Jeff could surprise attack them or something if they were caught unawares and they were hoping for a clean, easy capture tonight.

"Door's probably gonna be locked," Henry argued, trying to get his boss to slow down and think about things. Usually, it was (y/n)'s job to keep him calm and sweet, but she'd been reluctant to come out that night, on the count that she was a tad depressed after turning thirty in the week. Sure, she'd had a big party with her friends and even some family, plus loads of presents but it was hard to say goodbye to her twenties. Since it was just a Jeff problem that night, Ray had allowed his sweet girl to stay at home with one of her cheesy rom-coms. If all went to plan, he'd be back with her in no time, if this moron complied that was.

"That's okay, I brought my foot." The large man quipped and swiftly kicked the door in, allowing him and his sidekick to enter the rental store with ease. Jeff had tucked himself behind one of the old security canners and held the film top over his face so they couldn't see him as easily and to be fair, it was a rather clever disguise.

"All right, Jeff. Where is your stupid...self?" Ray yelled, looking around for the idiot who had forced him away from his girl that night. He wasn't particularly interested in whether Heather and Michael get together after the Christmas Party as the movie trailer promised, but he was interested in snuggling up with his girlfriend and inevitably dragging her into a make-out session when he got bored. All that he gave up, just for dumb Jeff.

"AHHHHH!" The moron charged at him and wrapped the shiny tape around his neck and face. Jeff had hoped that the scratchy plastic would distract Captain Man long enough to let him escape, but it wasn't hard for Ray to just push him away and let Kid Danger deal with him.

"Will you quit it?!... I don't know how you escaped jail or why you jumped through that window, but—" The sidekick scolded Jeff, quickly getting him under control, sort of. Seeing that his first plan hadn't worked, the moron switched tactics and thought it was a brilliant idea to punch Henry in the nose. It was a pathetic blow, just enough to make the boy stagger back and enrage Ray, who wasn't about to watch his honorary little brother get beat up like that by someone so thick. "Jeff!"

"Owww, what happened to using our words, man?" Henry winced, wrinkling his nose as the dull ache spread through his face. It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever experienced, far from it, but that didn't mean he wasn't offended. Since when did Jeff cross lines like that?

"All right, you dopey thug, time for your nap!" Ray exclaimed and whipped his laser control from his belt so he could zap Jeff into a slumbering state. He wanted him to go down nice and simple, but when the green laser stung the delinquent's shoulder, all it did was burn him a bit. He didn't lose consciousness or get sleepy, he just groaned like a baby. "Owwwww! You bass-hat!"

"Wait, why did your laser not knock him out?!" Henry gasped as Jeff ran away to hide. Normally, their gadgets worked perfectly, so to have a malfunction was a tad worrying.

"I don't know." Ray shrugged, tucking it back into his belt in confusion whilst Jeff peeked over the shelves.

"It's 'cause I'm tough as butt, that's why! Ha!..Ow, you horse pile!"Jeff bragged, forcing Henry to try out his laser instead, but the same again, it just made the guy yelp.

"Wait, what's wrong with these things?" Henry tapped it against his palm, hoping that a bit of brute force would get the lasers to work. Damn, why was (y/n) never around when they needed her technical expertise? She would know what to do.

"I don't know, unless...did you forget to charge these last night like (y/n) told you to?" Ray hissed, suddenly remembering how she had notified the kid to hook up their lasers to their charging docks before he went home for the night. He would've done it or her, but he had been rather impatient to have her to himself and had dragged her off before they could check if the job had been completed properly.

"Uhh....well..." Henry stuttered. That would be a no, then. The lasers were burning up the very last of their energy supply, meaning that each shot was a quarter of its typical strength so taking down Jeff would be a lot harder than normal.

"Ha-ha!" The crook chuckled as he overheard how Captain Man and his young apprentice were completely unprepared for the battle and tried to run past them, only for the superheroes to shoot him again. Just because they weren't very strong, it didn't mean that the lasers weren't working; each shot zapped away a crumb of Jeff's strength, so cumulatively speaking, a gazillion lasers would knock him out...hopefully.

"How could you forget to charge the lasers?!" Ray reprimanded the teen, annoyed that they were now gonna have to work a lot harder when all he wanted to do was go home and have a quiet evening in front of the TV with (y/n).

"I was gonna charge the lasers but then you made me go get you a pumpkin-spiced latte, which you're obsessed with, whilst you loved it up with your girlfriend, who you're obsessed with too!" Henry argued back, not seeing how it was entirely his fault. Yeah, sure, he'd been given an important job, but no one could forget how whiny Ray got without his favourite coffee or when he was forced to leave his sweet girl's side.

"Yeah, well, you can't get pumpkin-spiced lattes all year round, y'know! It's a seasonal item! And so what if I "love it up" with my girlfriend?! You know she's been feeling like crap since her birthday." Ray frowned. He'd spent years wishing (y/n) would love him, even just a tiny bit, but now that his dreams had come true, everyone kept teasing him. Seriously, he couldn't win.

"All right, I'm sorry I didn't charge the lasers, okay?" Henry sighed, knowing that it was true. (y/n) had been feeling a bit down and he didn't blame Ray for trying to cheer her up. If he had a girlfriend, he'd probably have done the same.

"Oh, you're sorry? What if we'd been going after a real criminal, huh?" Ray proposed, gesturing to Jeff whose mouth dropped open in insult.

"Hey! I'm a real criminal!" He disputed, thinking that he caused enough general chaos around the city to be deemed a criminal. A petty criminal, but a criminal nonetheless.

"A real stupid one!" Henry yelled back, having had quite enough of his lip for one day. Jeff needed to know when to shut up.

"Ha, I'm stupid? You two are the ones with inadequate lasers." The guy laughed at them and made a fair point, even if it was jarring. The lasers were crap, but that didn't mean they were useless.

"Oh, that's it!" Ray exclaimed and he and Henry shot their lasers at Jeff to make him squeal. They weren't so inadequate now.

"Ow, quit it!" Jeff whined and collected an armful of leftover movie cases that he could use as projectiles. The hard plastic was good enough to throw at Captain Man and Kid Danger, who began to fire their lasers again as Jeff ran around the room, looking for an escape.

"Get him!" Ray shouted as the lawbreaker dodged them and hopped around the shelves. He even threw a bag of ceiling insulation at them, which was easily caught by Ray and plonked down as he tried to run away.

"Can't we just get some dinner or somethi--Ow!" Yeah, Captain Man didn't have dinner with criminals, especially not stupid ones. Jeff took a bunch of lasers to the torso, grunting from each one, and little by little, he was starting to feel drowsy.

"This is your fault, kid! Get him! Just get him, will you?!" Ray yelled as Jeff ducked between two shelves and one of the superhero's lasers went into Henry's eye. The idiot laughed at Kid Danger's pain but was soon met by soon angry zaps when his chuckles pissed the heroes off.

"Go down!" Captain Man ordered him as they kept firing, making Jeff yawn as he suddenly felt very sleepy. Oh good, the lasers were starting to do something.

"That one made me feel dizzy..." He slurred, beginning to get a little wobbly on his legs, but more shots were needed to make him truly lose consciousness.

"One more...and one more." Ray panted, leaving Henry to fire the last laser before Jeff slumped to the dusty floorboards.

"Aw, that did it." He mumbled as his knees gave in and he fell face first, snoring a little as he began to dream about whatever Jeff dreams about.

"Nice. Now, pick up all these movies and put 'em back on the shelves." Ray ordered Henry, not feeling like doing the task himself, but Henry couldn't understand why he would need to do that.

"What? Why?" He asked, thinking it was pointless since these movies had long been left to rot. No one cared about how the place looked, it was abandoned for a reason.

"Because it's our responsibility to leave this stuff the way we found it," Ray answered, thinking that even if no one cared, he didn't want to be sued for criminal damage. Lawsuits were the number one way to ruin his image and he couldn't have that.

"But this place had been abandoned since like the 1900s." The teen argued, exaggerating only a little bit. If (y/n) was there, she would've had a lot to say about that, having so many happy memories of going to movie rental places as a kid of the eighties/nineties.

"Just put the movies back on the shelves," Ray repeated. It was a simple enough instruction and the longer he complained about it, the later Henry would go home that night.

"But it's dangerous. This place is falling apart!" Henry whined, feeling anxious about how damp and worn some of the ceiling beams and floorboards were. With his and Ray's combined weight, they were on the verge of snapping and he didn't fancy being skewered.

"Movies on the shelves," Ray said again through gritted teeth.

"But...(y/n) wouldn't make me do it! She likes safety!" The boy changed his tune, hoping that by mentioning what his girlfriend would do, Ray would change his mind, but no.

"On the shelves!"

"But what about the--"

"Shelves!" This could take some time. Both of them were too stubborn to let up since they both thought they had the higher moral argument and with no (y/n) the referee, it went on and on and on.

"But (y/n)--"

"Shelves!"

"What about the--"

"Shelves!"

"Gah! Henry relented. He sighed in annoyance but saw that his arguing was getting them nowhere and he really wanted to go home sooner rather than later. As Ray began to reorganise a few movies on display, Henry started collecting the few scattered across the floor.

He had quite a few in his hands when he went to grab a movie about hamburgers or something and the floor began to make an ominous cracking noise. Before he could react (even with his super reflexes), Henry plunged through the floorboards, ending up unharmed, thank god, but completely immobilised as his arms were tightly pinned to his chest in the tight hole.

"Wha--" He gasped in shock, looking around momentarily before realising that he was well and truly stuck, just like he thought he would be when he was arguing only moments prior.

"Seriously? Now you wanna play?" Ray sighed as he turned around and saw his sidekick wriggling around in the hole. He just assumed that he was trying to be funny and didn't realise that they had a situation on their hands.

"I'm not playing! I fell through the stupid floor when I was picking up a VHS tape of Good Burger." Henry snapped, glancing at the copy of the old movie that brought back a lot of good memories for Ray.

"You found Good Burger? Where--ha! Oh my gosh, I love this movie! It was the first one (y/n) and I watched together after I hired her. Ha, welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger--" In Ray's happy trip down memory lane, he didn't hear or feel the floor giving way beneath his feet until it was too late.

"Can I take your order?" He finished the jingle as Henry looked at him in irritation. Now, they were both in the same stupid position; totally, utterly, incomprehensibly stuck.

~The next day, in the Man Cave~

(y/n) had fallen asleep watching her movie that night, having assumed that Ray and Henry would return after a long, probably annoying fight with Jeff. She couldn't help but close her eyes after watching Michael chase Heather after the Christmas party and was blissfully ignorant to her boyfriend and friend's situation as she fixed her hair and makeup that morning before getting dressed. Yeah, it was a bit weird that she hadn't felt Ray crawl into bed that night or that he hadn't stayed in bed to try it on with her that morning like he usually did, but there was a first time for everything.

(Dunno, but I imagined this episode with an outfit like this, but you can choose something different if you like <3)

She walked down from the sprocket just as Jasper and Charlotte dropped down the tubes and the three were greeted by a very odd sight. For starters, the teens weren't meant to be working that day since Ray was nice enough to give them Sundays off and even stranger, Schwoz was sat in the middle of the room, wearing some leotard swimsuit thing, listening to music, bathing in a paddling pool full of...beans?

"What the hell?..." (y/n) breathed out as she took in the sight, sharing a confused look with Charlotte, but Schwoz wasn't phased. He thought being half-submerged in beans was normal.

"Hey, guys. Good morning, (y/n). What are you doing here on a Sunday?" He asked, looking from the kids to the woman, who couldn't help but throw in a sarky answer.

"I live here. Have you only just realised?" She joked, gesturing to the Man Cave's walls that called she called home. She was here seven days a week, hopefully for the rest of her life if everything went smoothly.

"No, them! Not funny!" The genius whined as the teens giggled at the young woman's silly comment, but focused on the question he'd clearly asked them.

"We're here to meet Henry," Jasper answered, circling the pool and looking at its content with a puzzled face. He had to admit, he was a bit weird at the best of times, but this traversed all levels of peculiarity.

"And, uh, what are you doing?" Charlotte asked, also looking at the beans in confusion. She shouldn't be surprised, not after working with Schwoz for so long.

"I'm taking a bean bath." He shrugged like it was nothing before picking up a large spoon and taking a mouthful of beans. It was honestly disgusting as the water that filled the beans were near his...everything. "Mmmm, good beans."

"Why do you have those fancy gun doohickeys?" (y/n) gestured to the pistols in the teen's hands. She wondered where on earth they were going with them, but she guessed that it was probably some young thing she was too old to understand. Stupid birthday making her turn thirty.

"We're going with Henry to the squirt gun range," Charlotte told her, spinning her water pistol around her finger. The whole day was gonna be so fun, well, it would be if they ever found Henry.

"Yeah, where is Henry?" Jasper frowned and looked to (y/n) since she was typically with Ray and he had been out on duty with the kid last night. Henry hadn't been at home, so they'd automatically assumed that he'd come to work for some reason, but judging by (y/n)'s blank face, the news wasn't good.

"I haven't seen him. Schwoz, have you seen Henry?" She looked at the small man who was playing with his beans (not a euphemism), totally uncaring to the gravity of the situation.

"He and Ray went to capture Jeff yesterday and never came back." He replied, digging through his food as (y/n) practically went into a breakdown and Charlotte and Jasper stared at each other with open mouths.

"And you're not worried?" The teen girl snapped as (y/n) mussed up her perfectly groomed hair by worriedly raking her hands through it. Oh god, she'd just thought Ray would come back like he always did, she couldn't fathom the idea that something terrible had happened to him whilst she was sleeping like an idiot.

"I'm worried. I'm very worried. I knew I should've stayed up last night, god! I'm so stupid, I should've stayed up, I always stay up. Why didn't I stay up and make sure he came back? Shit, shit, shit!" (y/n) panted, hyperventilating at the thought of her boyfriend and Henry being tortured or worse, killed by a villain. Sure, they went after Jeff, but what if they'd run into trouble?

"Hey, could you guys grab that bucket of beans and pour it over my body?" Schwoz requested, spreading his arms and legs out like a starfish. He didn't realise that he was being necessarily cold and unkind, causing (y/n)'s temper to flare as Charlotte tried to keep her calm.

"No!"

"Gross!" She and Jasper grimaced whilst (y/n) pulled out her phone and looked to see if Ray had sent her any S.O.S messages. Admittedly, she hadn't looked at her texts that morning and felt awful that she'd been in la-la land, thinking about how she'd missed morning sex with Ray when he could be in real danger.

"Charlotte, call Henry. I'll call Ray after you." She instructed the girl, who was already on it, scrolling through her contacts until she saw Henry's goofy face.

"Come on, Henry, answer..." She mumbled, pacing around whilst the annoying chime rang in her ear. It was ringing, but judging from how long it was taking Henry to answer, he wasn't going to.

~Beta Maximus Movie Rentals~

Henry and Ray weren't dead, not yet anyway. The older man desperately needed to pee, his bladder was excruciatingly full, whilst Henry was suffering from an empty stomach. He wasn't quite on the brink of death but that didn't mean it wasn't uncomfortable.

"Come on, kid! Can't you reach your phone?" Ray snapped as his sidekick's phone started to vibrate in front of him. It was tantalisingly close but just out of his reach, teasing them by showing how help was so close but so far away.

"No. I can't reach my phone, I'm in a hole. You know that." Henry replied in an eerily calm voice. He was beyond pissed off with the situation, any humour surrounding their predicament dissipating after they reached the ten-hour point. They struggled against the wood pressing their arms tightly to their chests, just as Ray's phone began to ring in his pocket.

"So hungry," Henry mumbled as Ray sighed sadly. He didn't even have to hear the ringtone to know that it was his sweet girl wondering where he was and it broke his heart to think about her panicking. He knew he'd be the same if she didn't come home after a night out and could only imagine how frantic her nerves were making her.

"Yeah, well, I have to pee and my girlfriend is in the Man Cave freaking out about why I haven't come home." The superhero hissed, thinking that he had it much worse than Henry did.

"Well, I'd much rather have to pee than be hungry." The boy retorted, rationalising that a need to be was temporary and easy to solve, whilst hunger was a bit trickier.

"You're wrong," Ray murmured in a funny voice that made his sidekick question whether he heard him correctly. "I'm--I'm wrong?"

"Peeing is greater than hunger." Ray clarified, even though secretly he thought that having a panicking girlfriend was much graver than either of them; more so when said girlfriend was known to naturally be a bit nervous, even if she had come on leaps and bounds in the last couple of years.

"Okay, look man, if you have to pee so bad, why don't you pee, all right? Just pee." Henry told his boss, who repulsed the idea. Henry wouldn't judge him but the idea just seemed so gross, what would (y/n) think?

"In my captain pants? That (y/n) has to clean?" He gasped at the notion and then shuddered at the thought of having to shyly admit what he'd done to his precious girl. She'd run a mile if she found out that he, a grown man, had wet himself.

"Yeah, why not?" Henry shrugged, not seeing why he was making such a fuss, but then again, he never knew how much of a worrier Ray was on the inside, especially when it came to how (y/n) saw him.

"You're sick." Ray hissed, throwing the idea out completely as he was sure that it would lead to nothing but humiliation and heartbreak.

"I don't think I'm sick." The blond boy replied. He believed that when you have to go, you have to go and (y/n) was way too in love with Ray to care about something so unbelievably, not his fault. She wouldn't mind, he was sure of it.

"Think again. Your whole generation is just...messed-up sick!" Captain Man growled, getting a little tetchy from how badly his bladder was cramping, how his heart was yearning for its soulmate and how after twelve, stinking hours, he was still trapped in the same fucking hole.

"You know, when you generalise..." Henry sighed, looking at Ray with a tired expression. All night he'd had to put up with this baby and he was starting to contemplate giving the young woman back at the base a medal for services rendered to the rest of society.

"Yeah?"

"You tell...general lies." Henry finished rather poetically, which just aggravated Ray, even more, not to mention Jeff, who was still unconscious behind them and snoring away soundly.

"AHHHH! I can't take it! I can't take Jeff's snoring anymore! Urghhhhhh!" Ray screamed, straining against the floorboards that were holding him captive, but they still wouldn't budge, not even with his super strength.

"I know, I know!" Henry quietened him in a way that (y/n) so often did; empathising with him and letting him see that he understood how he felt. "Let's yell at the same time."

"Good idea, maybe that'll wake him up. On three?" Ray nodded, liking the sound of them working together to make as much noise as possible.

"Yeah. One..." Henry counted them in and just after reaching two, they began to yell at the top of their voices. "JEFF! JEFF! JEFF! JEFF ONE! JEFFFFFF! JEFF JEFF! JEFFFF!" It wasn't a resounding success. The moronic criminal barely heard their shouts and merely rolled over onto his back so he could continue dreaming.

"I'm so hungry." Henry started it again, wishing he'd eaten a larger meal before going on duty last night. Maybe then he wouldn't keep saying the same stuff over and over again.

"I'm so pee-filled and I miss my girlfriend..." Ray sniffled, wishing more than anything that someone, anyone knew where they were so they could come help and luckily for him, that's just what was happening.

~Back in the Man Cave~

Whilst Charlotte and (y/n) were frantically tracking Ray and Henry's location on the supercomputer, Jasper was becoming more and more confused with Schwoz's bathing habits.

"Are you adding rice to your bean bath?" The teen boy exclaimed, watching as the genius used his spoon to sprinkle grains of rice over his beans.

"Yeah! What like I'm the first person in the world to mix rice and beans?!" He asked rhetorically, thinking his method wasn't weird, even though it definitely was. Schwoz was so special.

"Oh my god! Hey, hey, hey, I think we've found Ray and Henry!" (y/n) yelled to Jasper as the computer finally triangulated the superheroes location. Thank god their phones were still working, otherwise, they'd be lost forever.

"It looks like they're in that old store that used to rent movies," Charlotte told her friend, who had only vaguely heard about the store since it had closed long before he was born. "Beta Maximus?!"

"Yeah, that's the one." (y/n) nodded, quickly pulling out her phone and punching the address into her phone so she could find out exactly where they were going. All they needed now was a method of getting there.

"Hey, (y/n). Could you come over here please and help me--" Schwoz began, hoping he could get a little assistance in rubbing some beans and rice on his back. Why he would want that (y/n) didn't know but she did know that she wasn't going to help him in any way, shape or form.

"Schwoz, get this into your stupid head...NO!" She snapped, looking back down at her phone whilst Charlotte video called the police. Clearly, she didn't have much experience with Swellview cops and how incompetent they were.

"Swellview Police, what's your emergency?" An officer answered the call in a foul mood, but Charlotte brushed over it since she had a genuine crisis.

"You need to send a squad team to the old movie rental store in south Swellview, Beta Maximus." She told him quickly. However, the cop squinted at his screen and saw that this girl was young and probably immature, so he wasn't inclined to see the big deal. "Why? That place has been closed since the 1900s."

"Geez, make me feel old, man. I'm only thirty!" (y/n) grumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes at how stupid this man was. He was a prime example of how crap the police were.

"I know! But I heard that Captain Man and Kid Danger are there and I think there's big trouble." Charlotte carried on, trying to seem as worried as possible, but not even her best panic face could sway the cop. He was just too sceptical and too tired of teenage pranksters messing him about.

"Okay...I get it." He sighed, making the three listening to the call frown. "Uh, you get what?"

"You're a teenager, you're dumb and you're bored! So, you're prank-calling the police." The man insinuated, which deeply offended Charlotte. She would never do something so reckless and immature, her mother would kill her, not to mention Ray would probably fire her.

"Uh, no, sir, I'm just--" She tried to calm him down, glancing up at (y/n) with concerned eyes to which the woman just shrugged. This was why Captain Man and his sidekicks were always super busy, the police didn't believe anyone calling for help.

"You know, irritating a police officer is a felony!" The cop stated, making the woman snort from amusement. It was bullshit, made up with the intent of scaring a girl into hanging up. "I don't think that's true."

"Never call back here! Never!" Charlotte panicked as the policeman ended the call, leaving her and her friends stuck without any official help or decent manpower. Now, it was just two kids and their boss's girlfriend trying to save the superheroes.

"He hung up on me!" Charlotte exclaimed indignantly, feeling like strangling that good-for-nothing cop, but they didn't have time to hunt him down.

"Forget it, they're always useless. We'll just have to figure out something else. Schwoz, can you drive me, Jasper and Charlotte to Beta Maximus?" (y/n) turned to the handyman, who was reluctant to help out his boss because they had sort of, fallen out.

"For why?" He asked with a frown, wondering why on earth the woman would want to go to such a dilapidated shithole.

"For to help Ray and Henry," Charlotte replied. Honestly, why was he so unbothered? Did he want them to be tortured and die slow, painful deaths?

"...No!" Schwoz flat out refused, turning his nose up in the air as he remembered what Ray had told him a couple of days ago. He wasn't helping that man until he gave him what he wanted or apologised or both, not that his friends saw it that way.

"No? What the hell do you mean no?" (y/n) questioned angrily, her temper darkening when she heard how he was essentially willing to let Ray and Henry, who was just a kid, sit in the movie store and fend for themselves. It was so cruel and heartless.

"Last week, I asked Ray for a raise. You remember what he said to me?" The little man glared at her, but she just gave him a bored expression in return. That's what this was about? God, she worked with children, stupid, immature children and the biggest one was him!

"I vaguely remember but go on." She said flatly, putting her hands on her hips so she wasn't tempted to punch him in the face for being so self-centred.

"He said, why don't you raise your hand and slap your face with it?" Schwoz explained. Honestly, Ray's answer was pretty funny and it was just how he was. If he wanted a raise, (y/n) would persuade her boyfriend to give him one; there was no need for so much aggro.

"Then he laughed. It was humiliating." Schwoz sulked at their giggles, sinking further into his bean bath. Well, he wasn't going to help.

"I've never gotten a raise, but whatever, dickhead. We can handle this ourselves, we'll just have to figure out another way of getting to Beta Maximus." (y/n) turned her back on him and looked at the kids for any suggestions.

"Can't you drive us?" Jasper asked, recalling how she could drive a car pretty well, but judging by the way she got all sheepish and nervous, no dice.

"I can drive, pretty well actually, it's just that...I sort of don't have a license." She muttered, shuffling from one foot to the other as she admitted the rather embarrassing truth.

"What? Why?" Charlotte frowned, wondering why someone so eager to learn and go places, not to mention the whole superhero thing, hadn't taken a simple test to allow her to drive.

"I don't know, I just always stayed in here and when I needed to go places, Ray would drive me and this isn't helping us!" The young woman exclaimed as she realised they were getting off course. Her inability to adult was a story for another day, right now, they needed to get halfway across town and fast.

"Well, how are gonna handle--" Jasper paused mid-sentence as her phone began to ring and he panicked when he saw that it was Mr Hart on the line, most likely wondering where his son was.

"It's Henry's dad!" He hissed to the girls, who gulped at the thought of lying to a man about the whereabouts of his child. They didn't want to worry him by saying they didn't know if Henry was safe or not, but then again, they couldn't lie well enough to convince him otherwise.

"Oh, man! He's probably looking for Henry!" Charlotte whimpered and rubbed her hands together in worry. The last thing they needed was Mr Hart coming to Junk-N-Stuff.

"What are we supposed to say?! We can't tell him that Henry's possibly dead or kidnapped or lost or whatever!" (y/n) gestured to the phone and raked her hands through her hair.

"No worries, I've got this!" Jasper smiled at them and answered the call in a chirpy voice, which faltered when Henry's dad's worried ranting came blaring out of the speaker. Okay, this was going to be hard. "Hey, Mr Hart...uhhhhh...please hold!"

"Yeah, you got that good!" Charlotte retired sarcastically as she heard how Jasper had just added to the problem.

"Jasper, hand me your phone." Schwoz sighed and reached for the boy's cell. Well, at least he was interested in being helpful now.

"What are you up to?" (y/n) asked, to which Schwoz just shushed her and dug through some drawers near his paddling pool. Obviously, he was looking for something and (y/n) grinned when he pulled out a weird circle of metal that went on his head. So that's what he was up to.

"Testing one, two, three. This little Henry went to market, this little Henry stayed home. This little Henry ate a chicken breast, chicken breast, chicken breast. I'm Henry Hart and I ate a chicken breast." After the world's weirdest rhyme, the headband altered Schwoz's voice so he sounded exactly like Henry and with a few select Henryisms, Mr Hart wouldn't know the difference.

"Now, watch this. Heeeeey, dad! What goes on?... Sorry, I spent the night at Jasper's house. 'K, later!" Schwoz ended the phone call quickly, satisfied that Mr Hart wouldn't panic about his son anymore and the teens, plus (y/n) had to admit, it was pretty impressive.

"Ta-dah! Now, please leave me in my beans." Schwoz shooed them away and turned his music back on at full volume. Looks like they'd have to go to an unlikely source for help.

~Henry's house~

They needed a car, straight up. Not only that, but they needed someone qualified to use that car as (y/n) refused to drive with a license (getting pulled by the police wasn't exactly her style). Therefore, Charlotte and Jasper had dragged her to Henry's house in the hopes that the only person they knew had a license would help. Yep, Piper.

"Are you two sure about this? She's only a kid and I don't want to be locked up for child endangerment." (y/n) asked them in concern just as Jasper was about to open the door. Charlotte was carrying a big box containing their sneaky way of getting Piper to move her butt, but that didn't mean the whole thing made her uneasy.

"Well, someone's gotta drive us to Beta Maximus!" Jasper told her, understanding that allowing a little girl behind the wheel was irresponsible and this was an emergency. The cops wouldn't see a thing.

"I know, I know! But, Piper? Seriously, Curly?" She exclaimed. She liked the kid, she was quite sweet when you got to know her, but even (y/n) had to admit, she was a bad driver because she'd never had any lessons.

"She has a driver's license." The boy shrugged.

"Yeah, which the DMV sent her by accident." Charlotte jumped in, unable to stop herself from clarifying that the government had made a colossal mistake in letting Piper loose with a license.

"Whatever, she's a legal driver and that's what we need since (y/n) won't do it. Unless you want your Uncle Rosco to drive us." Jasper suggested, irritating Charlotte who knew he was taking a dig at her.

"You know my Uncle Rosco can't fit in the car!" She snapped, getting all moody at the thought of her stupid uncle and how he was more of a mountain than a man.

"Okay, look, let's not argue. Let's just go and get this over with before I have a nervous breakdown." (y/n) broke it up and Jasper sighed before entering the Hart's house. There was Piper, sitting at the coffee table eating her lunch. Perfect.

"Hiya, Piper!" The young woman smiled at the girl, who in turn was delighted to see her. (y/n) was cool in her eyes and not annoying like most people she had to speak to.

"Oh, hi, (y/n)! Hi, Charlotte!" Piper greeted them happily, more than happy to talk to them, Jasper, not so much.

"Hey, Piper." He smiled, only to be met with a cold, blunt "what?" from the young girl whilst Charlotte dropped the box on the couch.

"Uh, so, Piper, we found this package on your porch." (y/n) pointed to it, acting like they totally hadn't just shoved some things in there before they'd left the Man Cave.

"And it's addressed to you!" Jasper added. The plan was that Piper would open the package, see it was from Captain Man and then, she'd drive them over to the store, ready to kick some ass.

"Okay, well, I just started eating a hamburger, so I'll open it when I'm done." The girl said, returning to her food. She didn't want to get burger grease all over the box and she was starving so dinner first, then present. Seeing that she wasn't taking the bait, Jasper whispered between Charlotte and (y/n)'s heads, rapidly explaining that he was going to try something and needed a distraction.

"But...Piper, they say that when you know you have a package, it's bad luck if you wait to open it." Charlotte lied, coming up with something on the spot and it just confused the kid even more.

"Yeah...I've never heard that." She replied slowly, completely oblivious to the fact that Jasper had sneakily leaned over the couch and was snatching the burger from her plate so she'd be forced to open the package now.

"Well, I think it's true and ummm, look at this box..." (y/n) joined in, running her fingers over the smooth cardboard as if it was some precious artefact. Meanwhile, Jasper was still dealing with the burger, shoving it down his pants since it was the only place Piper would never look.

"Yeah, what about it?" asked the girl, starting to wish that they'd all just leave her alone to eat her food in peace. What was so special about this crap anyway?

"It's...brown." (y/n) described, not knowing what else to say about the box because it was literally just a box, nothing special or interesting about it.

"Yeah, like I said, I'm not opening it until after I've finished my hamburger." Piper reminded them forcibly, making (y/n) smile slightly. Yeah, she didn't want to eat that burger, it had gone to a gross place.

"Wait...where'd it go? Um..." The girl looked around the coffee table, spilling her chips everywhere and even going as far as to look inside her jacket to no luck. Deciding to pull out the big guns, Jasper faked gasped when he just so happened to look at the box, drawing Piper's attention.

"Ooh, Piper! I just saw that this package says, from the Office of Captain Man." Jasper tapped the box and smirked when Piper speedily moved to open it. She could never resist something to do with the famous hero.

"Really?! What do you think it is?" She grinned and looked at the girls, who pretended that they knew nothing about it.

"Uhhh, we have no idea."

"It's not like we have anything to do with that package."

"We just found it." They all lied, watching as Piper dove into the box and pulled out the note that (y/n) had hastily written in what she thought was Ray's handwriting. The girl wouldn't notice, she was just too happy to have been sent a gift by her favourite superhero.

"Oooh, a letter from Captain Man!" She exclaimed, causing the there to "gasp" in surprise. What was that doing in there?

"Dear Piper Hart, since you're the president of my fan club, the Man Fans, I need your help! Oh my god, he wants my help!" She started reading, screaming as her eyes scanned through the information and the more she read, the more excited she got.

"Whoa, what an honour, keep reading!" (y/n) squealed, finding it a bit funny that people got so excited over her boyfriend and his secret fame. It just made her feel so lucky that he trusted her to share his life, his job, his everything with her.

"Yeah...Kid Danger and I might be in trouble, so please bring the weapons in the box to that old movie rental place, Beta Maximus." She finished the note, prompting the older kids to act shocked at Captain Man's supposed instructions.

"Whoa! One of Captain Man's actual blasters!" Piper exclaimed and picked up a large and deadly weapon, pointing and waving it in their faces. The three gulped at the sight of a blaster in Piper's hands and panicked when they saw how close the girl's finger was to the trigger.

"Okay, be careful with that. I imagine it melts your face off or something." (y/n) chuckled nervously and got Piper to drop it back in the box. She really didn't want to be shot, even if she would be fine after a few minutes.

"Come, on! Let's take the box of weapons and get there fast!" Jasper suggested, playing along like he was a willing volunteer, hell-bent on saving some heroes in danger and boy, did Piper love the adrenaline rush.

"I'll go grab the keys to my dad's minivan!" She squealed and ran off to the kitchen to see if her dad had left his keys on the countertop like he always did.

"Still seems weird." (y/n) commented, her hands on her hips and a tight smile on her face. Still, if it meant she could save her boyfriend and Henry, she was eager to go along with anything morally dubious.

~Beta Maximus Movie Rentals~

"This is the place. Pull over before I puke." (y/n) told Piper as they approached the abandoned store. It was in a shifty part of town, not somewhere she normally frequented, but she and the teens in the back would do anything to get out of the car.

Piper's driving was horrific and even with (y/n) keeping a steady hand on the wheel most of the time, the agonisingly long trip to Beta Maximus was nauseating, like a terrible, shitty rollercoaster.

"I'm not that bad." Piper rolled her eyes and climbed out of the front seat so they could all grab a blaster each from the trunk. The plan was simple, get in, see what was going down, fire if need be and save the day. Simple, right?

"Okay. Everyone, take a blaster and don't aim it at your face." Charlotte instructed as she handed them out from the box, looking mainly at Jasper. She and (y/n) were fine, they could handle a gun, Piper was smart enough to figure it out, but Jasper, well, he was useless. They were just hoping that he could score them some intimidation points.

"Stick to the plan, 'k? Don't be a hero, don't get captured and don't die." (y/n) told them all sternly, wishing that she wasn't about to take three kids into battle but, then again, she was fairly confident that Jeff would be easy to subdue. They just had to outsmart him, which wasn't very hard.

"Let's go kick some butt!" Piper yelled, letting Jasper lead the way as they stormed towards the decrepit store. They burst in, blasters clutched in their hands, only to see that Jeff was getting cocky. He was stood next to Ray and Henry, who weren't dead nor dying, they were just stuck in holes?

"Don't move, dirtbag!" (y/n) shouted as they formed a line, pointing their weapons at Jeff who had been interrupted from his session of taking photos of the "defeated" superhero duo.

"All right, freeze, Jeff!"Jasper yelled too, pulling his meanest face as Henry and Ray's mouths dropped open at the sight of their rescuers. (y/n) they could understand, Charlotte too, maybe Piper, but Jasper? Why him?

"What the..." Henry breathed out, shocked to see his friends and sister with guns. He was happy to see them but concerned that they were gonna cock it up.

"Oh, boy..." Ray mumbled, the fluttering of his heart being numbed by Jasper leading the attack. He just wanted his sweet girl to storm in and kick-ass, but the boy was way too eager to do the job himself.

"Who are you?" Jeff squawked, wondering who these kids and...sexy lady were. She looked familiar but his stupid brain couldn't quite place it, so he focused on why they were holding him up.

"While Captain Man and Kid Danger are stuck in those holes, I'm in charge!" Jasper snapped, getting a bit above himself since this was the first time he'd properly held a blaster. Sure, he'd seen them around the place and picked one or two up, but he'd never used one in the field before.

"No, I am!" Piper hissed, thinking that since she had the most attitude and scariest face, she got to be the leader, much to (y/n)'s annoyance.

"You're the designated driver! I'm the eldest, I'm in charge, so shut up!" The young woman scolded them, not wanting anyone to lose focus. Even though he was an idiot, Jeff was still a criminal and in her experience, no criminals can be trusted, not even the stupid ones.

"Okay, I don't know where you brats and this...very hot lady came from but you better get outta here unless you want me to put you in holes like I did to Captain Man and Kid Danger," Jeff warned them menacingly but the problem was everyone could see that he was too dumb to even think of a plan like that, let alone carry it out.

"Okay, he did not put us in these holes," Henry stressed, eager to point out that Jeff played no part in their accident, it was just a stupid consequence of walking on rotting wood.

"We fell through these rotten, old, wooden floors!" Ray added from behind gritted teeth. Every time Jeff saw (y/n), no matter if she was herself or Miss Danger, he always flirted with her and it always pissed him off. She was his, no one else's.

"We're a victim of wood rot." Henry couldn't help but reiterate the point, desperate to let them know that they hadn't been beaten by the moron behind them.

"Liars! They ought to call you Captain Liar and Fib Danger!" The moron barked at them, making the superheroes smirk. Was that supposed to scare or upset them?

"All right, Jeff! Put your back behind your hands!" Jasper ordered, having had enough of the empty threats and dilly-dallying. Hee wanted to show Jeff who was boss, but he wasn't very good at it.

"Other way." Charlotte rolled her eyes at how he so easily muddled up his words, thinking that Jeff was seeing their whole operation as a farce.

"Put your hands behind your back!" The curly-haired corrected himself, returning to his mean tone. However, as stupid as he was, Jeff didn't take orders from teenagers. "No!"

"Well, if you don't, I'mma blast you with this!" The boy wiggled the blaster in his hands, prompting (y/n)'s head to snap to him. Okay, they'd agreed to let her do the blasting, why was he deviating from the plan? That's exactly how things go wrong.

"Son, don't blast anyone! Just call the police." Ray told him, seeing how the gorgeous woman next to him was freaking out a bit at how trigger-happy he was getting. Jasper had terrible aim and would probably shoot him or Henry if he tried to hurt Jeff.

"Yeah, son!" Piper mocked him, glad that Captain Man was seeing sense and had told the boy to reign it in. She wanted to look cool and Jasper was a real dampener on her style.

"Hey, kid, hot lady. I'm gonna sit on Captain Man with my butt!" Jeff warned, sticking his ass out and shuffling towards Ray like he was actually gonna go through with his threat. (y/n) adjusted her hold on her blaster and stepped forward slightly as the teens straightened up their aim, getting ready to fire if need be.

"No, you're not!" Ray exclaimed, panicking as he was completely stuck, nowhere to go. If Jeff really did sit on him, there was no way he could escape.

"Look at this! I'm squattin'! I'm coming down slowly!" Jeff wiggled his butt, making the ones with the ones gulp as they debated firing or not. They didn't want to hurt. Jeff, well, not much and there was always the risk of injuring Kid Danger.

"Hot lady, blast him! Blast him now!" Ray screamed to his girlfriend, desperate to avoid having a guy's ass in his face and she panicked at his terrified face. Jasper, however, succumbed to the pressure and when he couldn't work out how to work the gun, shot himself in the face with a tranquilising laser. What a hero.

"Seriously?! That was, like, rule number one! Don't aim at ya face!" (y/n) exclaimed, rushing to the boy's side as he collapsed on the floor, utterly out for the count. Charlotte and Piper tugged at his arms to try and wake him up but it was no use, he was gonna be snoozing for the next few minutes.

Seeing that it was now girl-power only, Charlotte, Piper and (y/n) reformed their line and aimed the blasters back at Jeff, who wasn't overly concerned about two little girls and a delicate young woman.

"Ha! Now, I've defeated three dudes!" Jeff bragged, loving that he was taking down so many people with no effort.

"Yeah and now, you have to take on us!" (y/n) snapped, pressing a button on the side of her blaster so the plasma inside would start heating up. She'd had enough of this moron.

"I'd sooner take you out on a date, pretty lady," Jeff smirked, putting a hand on his hip and wiggling his eyebrows in the woman's direction, which grossed the girls out and boiled Ray's blood. If he could move his hands, he'd punching this douchebag in the face.

"I have a boyfriend." (y/n) replied simply and gave him a sour smile. Ray smiled to himself proudly and daydreamed about how good it was to know that he was said boyfriend, something that Henry didn't miss but Jeff did.

"I'm sure you'd have more fun with me. Your boyfriend sounds like a loser--" Jeff brushed off his blatant disinterest, causing Piper to get into one of her raging tantrums. No one insulted her friend like that and got away with it.

"All right, that's it! Hey, skunk-bag!" She screamed and before Charlotte or (y/n) could keep her calm, the girl raised her twin blasters and began firing at Jeff...badly. The rapid lasers shot everywhere but the criminal, some landing on the shelves, some hitting Ray and Henry and some flying god knows where. Jeff ducked for cover behind the rackets of movies, crawling on his hands and knees so he could get away from the furious child.

"Piper, (y/n)! Come on, follow me!" Charlotte stopped her from hurting anyone else and dragged her friends to where Jeff was lurking. They were gonna get him and fry his ass.

"Girls, be careful with those weapons!" Ray scolded them, not wanting them to get hurt since two were children and the other was his precious sweet girl. He was dying to get free and help, his instincts yelling at him to jump in and protect her.

"Yes, captain." (y/n) smirked, knowing that to anyone else, it just seemed like she was being obedient, but just between her and Ray, it was the name she used to make him stiffen with pleasure.

"And remember...Jeff is very stupid." Henry advised them, not seeing how a shudder passed through Ray as he heard his title. What he was gonna do when he got home...

"I heard that!" Jeff snapped from his hiding place, not realising that by being loud, he had revealed the approximate location of where he was. Piper and Charlotte shushed the superheroes before following closely behind (y/n) as they crept through the store.

"All right, Jeff...where are you?" Charlotte growled as they rounded the corner, bumping into the man as he crouched with his arms over his head. The teen kicked him over, making them scream a war cry as Piper pounced like a tiger. Lasers were fired in the air as she wrestled with the man quadruple her size, but it didn't phase her, not one jot. Henry and Ray wriggled in their holes trying to see if they could get free and help because the girls weren't doing okay on their own.

Jeff ran out from the shelves, Charlotte's blaster clutched in his hands and dived behind the counter to hide. The girls crawled after him, wondering where he could've disappeared after swiping the weapon and breaking free.

"Where'd he go?" Charlotte panted as she looked around the store for the criminal, having not realised that in the skirmish, she'd forgotten another important rule. Never lose your weapon.

"I don't know, but where's your blaster?" (y/n) breathed out, seeing that she and Piper still had their guns, but Charlotte was empty-handed. Wait a second...

"AH! Don't move!" Jeff popped up from his hiding spot, Charlotte's weapon pointed straight at the girls, making them scream. (y/n) instinctively moved in front of them, willing to take a shot if it meant that it would keep them safe. She'd heal, they wouldn't. "Yeah, sorry, girls. You're about to get stun-burn!!"

"No, Jeff!" Ray cried, terrified at the thought of his girl getting blasted whilst he had to watch. His dear, brave (y/n), putting herself in the line of fire for two of the kids; it made his heart swell with pride and then break when he thought about her bleeding out.

"Don't do it, Jeff!" Henry yelled too, not wanting to see his sister or his friends hurt. How would Ray react? How would he react? Jeff couldn't put that trigger, he just couldn't.

Literally, he couldn't. No matter how hard he squeezed the release, no hot plasma came spewing out of the gun, it just did nothing, much to the delinquent's confusion.

"Aw, dang it! It's out of battery!" He spat, realising that with no electricity pulsing through its circuits, the blaster was useless and any hope of coercing the girls into surrender was gone.

"Out of battery? Funny that." (y/n) chuckled emptily, her and Ray glancing at Henry, who looked away bashfully. Now, she was seeing the full picture; someone didn't do as he was told last night.

"Quick, guys! Grab some of these antique video rectangles!" CHarlotte exclaimed, seeing that they weren't quite out of ammo yet. The movies were made of hard plastic and with a bit of velocity, they'd easily bruise Jeff.

"They're called VHS tapes!" (y/n) stressed, finding offence in how she called them antiques. It was just another poignant reminder that she was old now, the big three-zero. Anyway, the girls began to throw anything and everything they could get their hands on, from comedy to romance, they chucked it at the moron. He tried to duck and dodge, but their onslaught was lethal and relentless and he soon began to ache from their attacks.

"Yeah! That's it! VHS power!" Ray exclaimed happily, watching his girlfriend and her little helpers with pride. They sure showed that clown who the boss was and he couldn't help but grin when he saw how furiously hot she was when fighting.

"This is the worst!" Jeff groaned as he tried to bat away a few tapes, but they were coming thick and fast, hurting his head and arms from how hard they were being hurled. He collapsed onto the floor, tired and dazed from all the head injuries, but still, the girls couldn't switch off.

"Okay, I think you got him," Ray shouted, but they could hear him, they wanted to make sure that the big lug was down and finished. "That's enough," Henry added, prompting Charlotte to sneer at them.

"Just three more!" She yelled, wanting to end on a high note. It was okay for them, they got to fight baddies every day, but for her, she was never in fights and wanted to savour the moment.

"Take...Flashdance!" Charlotte screamed, picking up one of the only films she recognised.

"Have The Empire Strikes Back!" (y/n) went next, choosing one of the best movies from her childhood since the tape was a particularly heavy one.

"And Gandhi!" Piper threw the last one, leaving the girls panting as Jeff slumped on the floor with a lump on his forehead. He was going to have a serious concussion when he woke up.

"Sorry, Gandhi."

"Sometimes violence is the answer." Ray and Henry sighed as the girls high-fived each other and celebrated with a small group hug. It felt good to be the badasses for once and just as they moved away from the shelves, Jasper woke up from his self-induced nap. Typical, he woke up just when all the real work was done.

"Argh... What hit me?" He groaned, wondering if Jeff had caused the aching thump in his skull. He could barely remember the fight, perhaps it had been glorious and him a hero...

"Yourself." Piper quipped, ending his hopes of being brave and chivalrous. He was going down as the soldier shot himself in the face before the fight had even started. "Classic Jasper."

"Okay, I'm calling the fire department to get you two out of those holes," Charlotte told her boss, who suddenly remember that he was at the point of bursting from his full bladder. He'd been so excited to see his girl in action, he'd forgotten all about it, Henry though, he was still hungry.

"Good and tell them to hurry before I pee in my captain pants." He groaned, making (y/n) chuckle. Aw, her poor, little baby, so cute.

"No! First, call a pizza place before I die of hunger," Henry argued, still believing that hunger was worse than needing to pee. It had only been like fifteen hours since he'd last eaten, it really wasn't as bad as he was making out.

"You really want us to call a pizza--" (y/n) frowned and tilted her head in confusion, but then Jasper remembered that he'd been carrying a snack around with him ever since they'd left Henry's house. It would be a bit warm and sweaty, but edible.

"Wait, wait, wait, I have food in my pants." He exclaimed and the minute his hands crawled into his underwear to retrieve the burger he'd put the (y/n), Piper and CHarlotte were quickly stepping away. "Here." He grinned and dropped the sandwich into his best friend's hands.

"What the--?" His nose wrinkled, contemplating whether his hunger was enough to justify eating a burger that had been down Jasper's pants. Was he desperate?

"My hamburger..." Piper gasped, not believing that the boy had been so sneaky that he'd managed to swipe it out from under her nose and shove it there.

"That is vile." (y/n) gagged, staring at the food with a grimace, which deepened when. Henry's mouth began to salivate and his pupils dilated. "You're not gonna eat that, are you?" She asked quietly, her eyes widening when he ignored everyone's disgusted faces and took a savage bite of the burger, squishing as much as he could into his mouth.

He stopped momentarily, wondering why they were looking at him like that before deciding he didn't care and carried on eating like an animal.

"I'm gonna call the fire department." Charlotte gulped, scurrying away quickly before she puked and Piper wasn't far behind her. Kid Danger was a weirdo.

"I'm coming too!" She squeaked and followed the older girl out of the building where they'd get a better signal. Plus, she was able to keep an eye on her dad's car and make sure that it was still in one piece.

"Oooh, Good Burger!" Jasper gasped as he saw all of the old movies lined up on the shelves. He'd been asleep for the majority of the time they'd been here and hadn't had a proper chance to look around. There were so many classics on display and he couldn't wait to look at them all, leaving Ray and (y/n) alone since Henry was lost in burger land.

"Hey." The young woman smirked and knelt next to what little of her boyfriend's body was exposed above the floorboards. It was good to see him alive and unhurt and even better when she could affirm that by cupping his face when she was sure Piper wasn't looking.

"Hey, sweet girl." He smiled back, briefly closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her soft hands on his skin. They hated being apart but being able to reunite made it almost worth it. Almost.

"I missed you, doofus." (y/n) giggled, gently tracing her thumb over the faint scar on his cheek from when Doctor Minyak made him destructible. That seemed so long ago and it was like she had been a completely different person back then.

"Missed you too. Still need to pee, though." He joked, glad that for just a small moment whilst Henry enjoyed his butt burger and Jasper wasn't paying attention, they could enjoy some time together, even if the firefighters were on their way.

"I was so worried when you didn't come home. I'm sorry that I didn't notice earlier, I fell asleep and then, god, I'm such an idiot--" She sighed, letting all of the pent-up guilt from the morning come cascading out in one big rant. It still felt like her fault, her mind telling her that if she had realised his absence earlier, none of this would've been necessary.

"Hey, no, stop. This is not your fault, sweet girl. I should've been more careful and you've done brilliantly. Made a plan, saved the day. My clever girl." If Ray's arms could move, then they'd be around her shoulders in an instant, pressing her to his chest so he could whisper his praises into her ear.

"I don't want to lose you." She whispered, staring at the various movies cases still on the floor since she felt so small at that moment. She didn't feel clever, not when she knew that Jasper and Charlotte had helped her figure most of the plan out. They'd been lucky this time that the criminal had been Jeff, but what if it had been someone more sinister? What if they had shown no mercy?

"I'm right here with you, where I always want to be. With my sweet, sweet girl." He whispered, straining every muscle in his neck so he could lean forward and give her a gentle kiss. He couldn't heal all the hurt, but if he could, he'd try his hardest to make it better and love her forever. Everyone needs someone to look after them and Ray had found his love in her, his (y/n). Always.

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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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¿Cómo está tu hija, eh?

summary:

Peter goes for a sandwich to the best deli in Queens but instead of Mr Delmar, he meets his daughter.

It was almost lunchtime when the last bell rang at school and you headed towards the exit, waving at your friends goodbye. As music started to invade your senses, you entered your father's shop, humming the tune.

"Hey dad!" You cheered, taking one earphone off.

"Cariño, here you are!" He smiled, wrapping you in a hug. "Listen. The guys and I have got to go pick up some stuff, we're almost out." He explained. "Will you be fine taking over for a couple of hours?"

"Sure. No problem." You nodded, placing your school bag near the counter and taking out a couple of books. "I've got homework for tomorrow anyway."

"Thank you so much mija. Love you." He shouted before calling the other employees and heading towards the door.

"Love you too!"

The next half hour was rather boring, only a couple of clients had came in and only got a can of soda each. One of them also got a number 3 without salad but with double cheese. You always tried to serve the clients with a kind smile making them feel welcomed, but a number 3 with double cheese and no salad? That couldn't be healthy.

You had a little time to study and catch up with some of the things you hadn't quite understood before the nearby schools would send their students home for the day, causing a massive sea of people to approach the shop, just like every other day.

Therefore, you decided that it would be for the best if you made yourself a sandwich and hand lunch before everyone arrived.

While you were in the making of your lunch, the bell connected to the door caught your attention.

"Hi Mr. Delmar! What- you're not Mr Delmar."

"Sorry to disappoint, dad's out for the day." You chuckled.

"N-no disappointment at all." He mumbled lowly. "I'm Peter." He smiled

"Hi Peter, how may I help you?" Your eyes were still locked with his. You started studying his features silently: the way his soft curls fell on his forehead, the movement his sharp jawline made as he talked, the sparkle in his deep brown eyes.

"May I have a number 5 with pickles, and can you smush it down real flat?"

"Coming right at you." You smiled kindly before turning around and starting to work on his request.

Silence fell into the room as you worked.

"So." You cleared your throat. "You go to Midtown, huh?"

"How do you-"

"Your hoodie." You chuckled lightly. "You must be a genius."

"I- I wouldn't say a genius." He scratched the back of his neck, too timid to admit the fact that he was well aware of his brains.

"That's a pity." You replied, wrapping the sandwich in the white paper bag. "I could use some help with science." You then turned around, handing him the little bag. "There you go." You smiled and grabbed the money he had already set on the counter. His face had gone a little redder than it was when he entered the shop, his eyes never left you.

"Thanks." He smiled shyly. "Say hi to Mr Delmar for me."

"Consider it done. See you around, Peter."

"Yeah. I'll see you around..."

"y/n."

"Even her name is pretty." He commented keeping his voice low, hoping that you wouldn't hear him (which you did).

You couldn't help but feel a smile creep to your cheeks, watching him leave the shop.

When your father finally came back the shop was empty of all the people that had started arriving soon after Peter had left.

"Dad, I want to talk to you about something." You say decisively once the two of you sit down for dinner in the small kitchen of your house.

"Qué pasa mija?" ("What is it?")

"You see...today was really fun at the shop, and I could use some extra money. I was wandering if you'd be okay if I took some shifts regularly."

"Why not, I could use some more help." He smiled, nodding his head at your request. "How about starting with once a week? School must remain your priority, you know that."

"Sounds great. Thank you so much!" You got up and ran to the other side of the table to hug him.

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"Hey." Peter's surprised voice made you shoot your head up from your book.

"Hey, Peter." You greet, getting up to look at the boy from a better angle. Although, he looked extremely cute from every angle, frankly. "What can I get you today? The usual?"

"Yes please." He confirmed. You turned around and started working on the order again. Only this time Peter spoke first.

"Is your dad out again?" He frowned in confusion.

"Wow, don't be too eager to see me." You replied jokingly.

"No, no no no, it's not like that! I was actually hoping to run into you again." He confessed shyly.

"I work here now, this is my shift." You explained with your signature smile as you handed him the bag.

"Well, I know when to come from now on then." He smiled before walking towards the door again. "By the way, the answer is square root of 2."

"What?"

"The problem." He pointed at your open notebook on the counter. "It's square root of 2." He said before exiting the shop.

He must really be one of those geniuses.

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For quite a while now Peter had become your regular client. He was kind enough to help you with homework if he happened to come by while you were having a hard time with maths or science.

You had become more comfortable with each other's company, whenever he was in the shop. He always teased you on how long it took you to make a sandwich, saying that he'd be able to do it in no time. Truth was, you did it on purpose to be able to talk to him for longer, and he actually didn't mind waiting at all. He quite enjoyed it, actually.

Your chitchats had gone way further than just polite small talk, to the point that you'd blush whenever he'd compliment your outfit or laugh at your silly jokes.

You had to admit it, you had a huge crush on the boy.

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"Hey!" Peter entered the shop excitedly.

"Smushed number five with pickles coming your way." You shot up from your seat.

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes?"

"You're a girl."

"Thanks for the reminder, Pete." You giggled.

"No, I mean-" He took a deep breath. "There's this girl I really like. She's kind, sweet, funny and very pretty." He stopped abruptly before continuing again. "She's from my school. And I really want to ask her out but I've got no idea what girls like."

You'd lie if you said you didn't feel your heart fall at those words. You could've easily ruined it, telling him to do something stupid or rude, but he was the sweetest and kindest person you had ever met and if there was something you wanted for him was to be happy. It just wasn't meant to be.

"She sounds awesome." You commented, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

"She really is." He smiled goofily.

"Just tell her how you feel."

"I'm not the best with words actually."

"You know, sometimes actions can speak for you. For example, a letter can mean 'will you go out with me', or a flower can say 'I really like you'."

"A flower to say I like her a lot, got it. But what if-"

"Don't say it." You cut him off. "There's no way she won't like you back. Pete, you're amazing! She is lucky to even just know you. You go to a school of geniuses, there's no way she hasn't realized that."

The boy gave me a thankful nod along with a slight blush before grabbing the sandwich and thanking you.

He put his usual five dollars on the counter but this time you handed them back to him.

"It's on the house. Use them to buy her the prettiest flower you find."

"Thanks." He smiled widely. "I don't think I'll ever find a pretty enough flower for her."

"If I were you I'd get her a single red rose, it's my personal favorite. Nothing says 'I like you' better than that." You turned back to your homework as the boy nodded gratefully and headed to the door.

"I'll let you know how it goes." He said before leaving.

"If you really must." You whispered once you were alone in the shop.

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The following week, you had a problem with the toaster and couldn't seem to be able to make it work. You had to call your dad, who arrived after just ten minutes.

"I've got to use the bathroom." You told your dad. "I'll be back in a minute." He simply nodded, not taking his gaze off the disassembled toaster.

"Hey y/- Mr Delmar?" Peter called surprised - and a little disappointed - as soon as he recognized the man's silhouette.

"Peter!" You father lifted his eyes to meet the boy's. "The usual?"

"Yes, thanks."

Your father motioned for his employee to get on it.

"It's been a while since you came here! What's with the flower?" He asked pointing at the wonderful red rose that the boy was holding.

"It's for a girl." He blushed shyly. "I hoped to meet her today."

"And how's your aunt?"

"She's alright."

"Oye." Mr Delmar said, turning towards his employee. "La tía de él es una mujer que está buenísima." (Basically, 'his aunt is hot')

"¿Cómo está tu hija, eh?" Peter asks with a grin, causing Mr Delmar's to fade. ('And how's your daughter?')

"Ten dollars." The man affirms coldly.

"It's five dollars." Peter argued back.

"For that comment, it's ten dollars."

"No, it's not." You chime in, walking towards the counter.

"Oh, hey y/n." He blushes lightly, causing you to smile and your father to shoot a confused look to the both of you.

"Peter's a regular in my shift." You explained. "There you go." You handed the boy his food.

"Thanks." He smiled before putting the flower down on the counter in order to take the sandwich. He then started walking towards the door.

"Chico, wait!" Your father called, but it was too late since he had already left the shop. "He forgot his flower." He stated, turning towards you.

"I'll bring it to him." You offered, taking the flower in your hand and heading towards the door.

"Peter! Pete, wait!" You shouted, causing the boy to freeze for a second before turning around. "You forgot your flower." You informed him before handing him the gorgeous item.

"Oh, I-I didn't forget it." He smiled shyly locking his gaze with yours. "I just- delivered it."

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omiyagiri · 2 years

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what's mine is not yours | part 2

pairing: Sakusa x f!Reader cw: swearing word count: 2.3k part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 forthcoming

Breakfast is a whole ordeal. The queue is a painful zigzag stretching all the way out from the cafeteria doors into a corridor, floundering down, down, down into a slice of space meant for quiet study. Except it's not quiet anymore; students are huddling together in their social groups, a mass of writhing limbs, passing jokes and tired nudges.

You take one look at this, at your phone's clock, and decide a vending machine coffee will suffice.

But even the vending machines have queues. Goddammit. There goes your schedule, your plans, everything. Tossed out the window—Goodbye. Your mood curves, stutters, and spirals down into the floor where it crashes in an inferno and dies. Oh well. Just one of those days. Means the day tomorrow has a higher probability of going right. Right? Right.

You march straight to class as you rub the vestiges of sleep from your eyes. It's a gross kind of crust which embeds into your waterline, and you really have to swipe at it three to four times, using passing windows to ascertain if you've completely removed it.

While you wipe the flakes off your knuckles and suppress a yawn with your other hand, you nearly backend a student. His long legs circumnavigate around you—It's gracefully humiliating because you on the other hand are stumbling and losing balance from the weight of your backpack sucking you to the floor.

"Crap," you say as you reach out to anchor yourself against a hallway chair and regain your footing. When you're certain you won't fall over, you raise an apologetic hand. "Sorry about that. You okay?"

Of course you had a gut feeling about who you almost collided with. Because it feels like any interaction you have with this guy is just a collision in of itself—A disruption, an inconvenience. Unpredictable.

Sakusa stares at you with his permanent resting bitch face, hitches his backpack up higher, and says on a suffering sigh, "Watch where you're going."

"Yeah, that's on me." It's easier to not make enemies with someone you're forced to cooperate with on a shared grade. "I'll watch my feet next time."

"Hmm," he says noncommittally, and retreats into the classroom.

Stellar start to the day. It gets better and better. You follow after him and try to not linger on the aggravation bubbling inside your stomach.

Sakusa is true to his word and doesn't steal your seat again. He ascends up the lecture hall stairs and slides himself into a vacant row. Fuck, he even swabs down the desk surface with an antibacterial wipe before he procures his notebook and writing utensils. Once again, you feel far less prepared by comparison.

The professor drags himself in, his throat-clearing reverberating against the wall panels as he shambles towards the projector. You whiteknuckle your pen, tearing the tip into your notebook paper. Time to release your suppressed anger into cathartic, violent notetaking.

Thirty minutes into the lecture you're experiencing the symptomatic repercussions of skipping breakfast and your morning coffee. Eyelids are solid weights, stomach is shivering and groaning, and your mind has settled into a gelatinous mist. No thoughts, just write. Persevere through this lecture.

And persevere you did. Through the stabbing pain of hunger, and the brain-fuzz, you manage to record every syllable leaving your professor's mouth until he's spreading his arms and banishing you all from his classroom for the day. You pack your things and coalesce with the herd of students with one goal in mind: Cafeteria.

God, please.

"It's still packed," Sakusa says, several feet away from you but walking parallel. His legs allow him to eclipse your pace, and you're staring at his yellow backpack and red duffel bag.

"The cafeteria?" you say.

He gives a curt nod.

"Was it that obvious I was heading over to it?"

He peers over his shoulder, one lidded, brooding eye critically analyzing you. "I could hear your stomach from a whole row away."

Shit. You trail further behind him, maneuvering away from his gaze so he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks. Noted. You'll never skip a meal again. Next time pack a snack to avoid this kind of situation.

"Sorry, I hope the noise wasn't distracting."

Sakusa walks at the same speed—As in, entirely outstripping you. This prompts you into thinking it's his silent way of indicating the conversation is over, but then he slows down, examines his phone, and casts another glance at you.

"It's because there's several road teams staying in the sports dorms."

"Road—Uh, road teams?"

"Visiting teams."

"Question still stands. Sports noob, remember?"

"It means other collegiate teams are visiting to compete against our home ones. Which is why the cafeteria is at max capacity."

Okay. Maybe you didn't need that much information spoon-feeding, but it was entertaining seeing him commit to talking more than usual. He has a distractingly deep voice. Pleasant sounding. It's a shame he doesn't talk more in general. Dude really hit the gene jackpot with everything. Sharp jawline, appealing black curls framing the edges of his face, and two—

"You're staring," he says.

The both of you were now walking in sync. Even though your leg strides weren't mirroring one another, as his were longer, he had slowed down significantly into an easygoing gait.

"Yeah," you admit, "I didn't realize you have two moles."

"Surprise," he says with zero inflection, eyes looking straight ahead.

"Do you get a lot of confessions?"

He answers your question with a question of his own, doused with his usual dose of blunt sarcasm. "Does having two moles have any correlation whatsoever with receiving love confessions?"

"Certainly. They're very eye-catching."

"Clearly not enough. You didn't notice them until now."

"Because I was tired yesterday and this morning—And, and I don't like making eye contact. It's awkward."

Sakusa then decides it is prime time to make eye contact with you. It's flat, devoid of emotion. Just a taught connection between your eyes and—

"There he is!" A tall man carves a path out of the students in front the two of you—An ocean bisecting apart. He raises a hand up in the air.

A high five? Sakusa doesn't indulge him, instead shouldering past, chin collapsing towards his neck and shoulders hunching inwards.

"Murai," he says in lieu of a proper greeting.

You feel distinctly out of place. Especially when this "Murai" person, realizing he's not receiving any high-fives from Sakusa, repositions his palm to face you with a cheeky grin. His other is resting against the duffel bag slung across his shoulder—The same color as Sakusa's. It clicks in your brain. Sports. Volleyball. Road teams.

Sakusa's on the volleyball team, and this must be a teammate of his.

Wanting to make a good first impression, and because the people pleasing side of you of course heeds any request, unspoken or otherwise, you on instinct raise your hand and give him the weakest, floppiest high-five. There's sweat on his palm and it smears against yours when you peel your hand away. Ah. Hopefully the disgust isn't evident on your face.

Murai fingerguns you with a wink. "A team player. You love to see it. A general you, of course."

You have no idea what the fuck he just said but you nod and laugh along like the socially awkward monster you are. "Aha, yeah. I guess?"

"Lay off, Murai. She won't understand your gross eccentricities." Sakusa swings his gaze back towards you. "And don't enable him. He'll never stop. He's like a fucking dog whose behavior is guided by operative conditioning based solely off of positive reinforcement."

"Well I'm in luck since according to a poll taken last year, about fifty percent of the population is comprised of dog people." Murai continues fingergunning you to the point you're worried he's stuck on an infinite loop. "So what's it gonna be? I've got a fifty-fifty chance here. You a dog person?"

"Dogs are nice," you say. What the fuck who words it like that? You sound like you're some alien creature from outer-space trying to assimilate with mankind.

"Gross," says Sakusa.

Murai fist-pumps and salutes you. "Knew it. You had those vibes. Man's best friend, right? What's your favorite breed?"

You have no clue. You've never owned a dog before. When's the last time you've seen one in person? "The Labrador."

"Double knew it." Murai conveniently grows bored of talking to you and returns his attention to Sakusa. "You pumped for today's match?"

"As I'll ever be," Sakusa says simply.

"They've got a talented setter. Knows how to hide his hands." He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie for effect. "And their blockers are infamous for stuffing every ball."

"I'll just break through their blocks, then." Sakusa shrugs. "Or go around them. They're not a powerhouse team."

Murai laughs and shakes his head. "Whatever you say, dude. Are you on your way to practice? I'll help you stretch."

"I don't need help stretching."

"I'll take that as a 'yes.' I'll see you at the gym." He nudges his face towards yours and pulls one hand out from his pocket to send you a wave. "Would you like to watch us practice? We don't get much of an audience."

Sakusa heaves a sigh. "Because. It's practice. Nobody watches practice. You don't have to watch us practice."

Before you can pop open your mouth for a response, Murai is huffing out an offended squawk. "We look so cool when we practice! The secret is it's far less tense when we're not playing against an opponent team, so we're at liberty to really pull off some cool, experimental moves. C'mon, c'mon. The stands are all empty. It's lonely. It'd be cool to know someone's observing us!"

There's too much spotlight on you, and you're not sure you have the stamina to watch some dudes play who you're not friends with. Even acquaintances seems like too generous a term. You try to mentally parse through friendly ways of declining his offer, but fortunately Sakusa steps in with the save.

"Stop pressuring her. She's busy with schoolwork." Sakusa lifts his chin up and tampers with his phone. "I won't be able to contribute to the project tonight because of a game. If you could work on the segment I've assigned for today—"

"Yeah! My pleasure, really." Thank youuuu, Sakusa. Absolute life saver. Whether he knew it or not, or maybe he genuinely didn't want your presence anywhere near him more than necessary, this freed you from Murai's pleas for attendance. "I'll go ahead and work on it tonight. I hope you guys have a good game at baseball—I mean, volleyball. Volleyball."

A gasp tumbles from Murai's lips. "Do I look like a baseball kinda guy? That's the most boring sport."

"You'll have to forgive her," says Sakusa, with something reminiscent of a smug grin on his face. It's so tiny, so microscopic, that you think it's the blaring overhead lights playing a trick on you. "She's not a sports person."

"Noted," says Murai gravely. He claps his hands together and bows his head in prayer towards you as he walks backwards. "I pray you one day realize that you're sleeping on the coolest sport to ever exist. And that you look up my name online to watch clips of my nasty dumps."

"Your what?" you say, gut-punched and reeling.

"Again. Not a sports person. Stop throwing terminology at her she won't understand, you idiot."

"It was intentional! The look on her face is hilarious!"

"It's really not," says Sakusa.

Murai's not listening, his bellyfuls of laughter drown out Sakusa's response and he's literally holding his abdomen like he's afraid his internals are going to spill out. Meanwhile your hands feel too inactive, your legs are walking through jelly, and a pulse rings in your ears. This is it. This is pure, unadulterated embarrassment.

What makes it worse is you can tell Murai's not trying to actively make you uncomfortable.

Sakusa rubs behind his ear, fingers assuaging the chafe marks from where the elastic band of his mask meets his skin. He squints at Murai. It shuts him up and he smiles apologetically at you.

"Sorry, did I go too far?" he says.

You nod. "Just a little. But don't worry, it's just hard to match your energy right now."

"Noted, I'll tone it down a notch." He pushes his thumb and index finger together.

"Thanks," you say.

Sakusa and Murai move further away from you as the hallway forks into two different directions. You take the hint, and wish them one last goodbye and a good day.

Murai's eager "You too" overlaps with Sakusa's more quiet "Goodbye." But you don't miss the way your last name falls from lips. His expression is still as uncaring, impassive as ever, but this doesn't stop the way your heart squeezes in an unfamiliar way, or the buzz riding through your veins, and the tightening of your throat.

Of course.

You found him handsome, you found his mannerisms both no short of irritating and also endearing, but did this really have to mean you like him? Then you realize, this is a feeling you haven't had since elementary school. Since you were forced to hold hands with a classmate, and experienced them squeezing onto you like a lifeline. Experienced them laughing at a joke you told, like it was the funniest fucking thing they'd ever heard. Experienced them pushing their crayon box your way when they saw you ran out of blue ones to color in your sky. Experienced them sneaking their food onto your tray with a gleeful smile while the teacher wasn't looking.

That feeling of being the most important person in the world, even if it's for two minutes or two seconds or the time it takes for someone's mouth to form the letters of your name.

You wanted to be Sakusa Kiyoomi's friend.

Not even ten minutes later your phone vibrates with a message.

Chair stealer: Sixth floor. Staff building. Vending machine near room 631 is always overstocked with canned coffee. Sorry about Murai.

Chair stealer: He's a highly acclaimed setter, and like most setters of that kind of caliber he has an infuriating personality.

You: Do all highly acclaimed setters boast about their nasty dumps

Chair stealer: Unfortunately.

You laugh, and finally change his nickname from "Chair stealer" into "Sakusa."

by wobbles

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Stranger Danger pt.3 (final) | !Jungkook×reader

A/N: hey guys this is the last and final part of the Stranger Danger part series. lmk what you guys think! hope you guys like it! :D

Tags: !messy making out, !boob kink(?), !squirting, !fingering, !dry humping, !hickeys, !nipple play, !oral (f and m receiving, !missionary, !cowgirl, !doggy style, !hair pulling, !nicknames, !praise kink(?), !spanking, !cuddling

Ratings: Explicit|R18|Adult

Previous part:

trying to get past with everything, he finished up his clients tattoo before heading out with them and also to see how many clients he's left with. noticing there weren't anymore, realising that he was basically done with work.

he does his work with his clients with you and only you on his mind. sometimes when the clients would try to make up small conversations with him, he'd zone out while you consume his thoughts. honestly, he himself couldn't figure out why his brain was so occupied with you.

did Y/n have her lunch? should I ask her? but it's already 4pm. maybe we could have a late lunch and early dinner? two dates in one day, Jungkook are you in the right state of mind???? you have to make sure she doesn't find out how whipped you are, not give it to her served up in a platter!

he mentally slaps himself and weirdly zones to hear his co-worker telling him how lucky he is that he was already done with his clients today.

maybe I should text her saying my shift is over. we still have to talk about everything... hm.... that's right. remember Kookie, we have to look cool in front of her!

he huffs softly in determination and slings his bag up his shoulder.

"well im gonna go, I have work to do."

more like a Y/n to do. but that's for later.

Jungkook walks towards the register and wishes his co-workers goodbye. he goes out of the studio, taking out his phone to text you that he got off of work early.

*Ding!*

Y/n: that's nice! I just finished up a meeting too :D

Jungkook: great! are you free now?

Y/n: yesss. you too?

Jungkook: mhm yea

Y/n: okay then lmk if you have any suggestions on where you want to go tonight :))))

Jungkook: are you interested in fancy or not so fancy tonight?

Y/n: hmm we could have fancy honestly.

Jungkook: alright! I have this amazing place in mind. the food there is really good! :D

Y/n: great! then we can go there :)))))

Jungkook: I'll book a reservation for 7 then?

Y/n: works!

Jungkook: great! text me your address so I can come pick you up ;)

"SHIT NO WRONG EMOJI!" He groans but then sees you'd already seen it and were starting to type a reply. "please don't call us off. please don't call us off." he chants when his phone dings again to your notification.

Y/n: okay thank you! :D

he sighs loudly while leaning against his car at your reply thanking all the powers of the universe. he climbs in and starts driving home so he could pick an outfit for tonight. he quickly goes up to his apartment and starts going through all his clothes, pulling out whatever he thought would make him look really cool and throwing it towards his bed.

meanwhile on the other side you were busy finishing up an article for a recent project. after done finishing it, you proof-read it and mail it to your boss. sighing you stretch back against your chair and look at the time.

"Lets get readyy~" You stand up and go to start picking out clothes for the night.

in the end, Jungkook decides to wear a pair of baggy jeans with a tank top and a leather jacket. perfect attire cause it was a little cold out. meanwhile you pick out a nearly same outfit but just with a skirt.

you make sure to grab your coat because it was cold out and drop it on your couch along with your purse. going to the vanity you do simple makeup and take a few pictures of yourself when Jungkook's text pops up.

*Ding!*

Jungkook: I'm leaving to come pick you up

Y/n: okayy see you soon! ^^

you put your phone down and check yourself out to give last final touches and then head out to the kitchen. getting yourself a glass of water you chug it down and go to the living room to put your shoes on.

putting on your coat and taking hold of your purse you sling it over your shoulder, taking a few pictures in the final outfit when someone rings the doorbell.

you walk over to it and open the door to see Jungkook standing there looking ever so fine with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a pretty smile.

"hey." he keeps smiling as you smile back.

"hey." You turn the lights in your apartment off and step out with him.

"these are for you." He passes you the flower.

"thank you so much." You laugh softly and walk with him to his car.

he opens the door to his car for you and hands you a blanket from the backseat to place on your lap, while you thank him again giving him the flowers so he could put them in the backseat. he climbs in too and starts the car, driving to the restaurant you guys talked about earlier.

"you can play any song you like." he holds out his phone as you take it and put on a few of your favorite songs as he widens his eyes at the similar music taste.

"I listen to these songs too!" He smiles brightly at you as you smile back.

"no you don't!"

"Yes I do! I'll show you my playlist later." he says and you both laugh softly at the similarities between you two while Jungkook pulls into the valet service at the restaurant.

he climbs out of the car and comes to your side to open the door for you, as you thank him again and step out waiting for him while he gives the keys to the valet service and takes the ticket from them.

he leads you in and a waiter comes to take you both to your table. you were kinda taken aback by how the workers already knew him and didn't even ask him much questions. he pulls out a chair for you and you both sit down.

"wow this place is really packed." You talk a little loudly because of how much noise there was in the restaurant.

"yea that's cause it's a Friday, and on Fridays they have this special lobster roll which is really famous." he takes the menu from the waiter while you do the same.

"yea I remember coming here to have just that." You laugh and he smiles at you.

"do you mind if I sit next to you? it's too loud so i can't really hear you." He suggests as you were a little taken aback but decide to give in.

"no yea sure go ahead." You nod shyly as he shifts his chair so that it's right next to yours. he wasn't too close but he was still close enough for you to smell his amazing perfume.

"have you decided what you're having?" he opens the menu again.

"mhm. I'm thinking of getting the chicken steak. what about you?" You turn your head to look at him.

"i was thinking about getting fettuccine alfredo. would you like to have some wine?" he flips through the menu before taking a glance at you.

"sure i saw they have Ms Red on the menu." You say flipping through and showing him as he nods and waves down the waiter. he gives both of your orders and the waiter brings out the wine for both of you first.

"i know nothing much happened today but, how was your day?" he chuckles and so do you.

"well, like you said nothing much. after getting home i got some work done, attended some meetings. what about you? anything surprising happen in your life today?" You look back at him and take a sip from your drink.

"not really i just had quite a few clients. even then it seemed like a long day, cause today just felt like it wasn't it. except for the part where we met again tho, i dont regret that." you start laughing at his words as he smiles while watching you.

"i think the same way." you smile while looking at him and you both take a few sips from your drinks.

the waiter comes and places the food on the table as you look at the food in excitement. he giggles softly while looking at you looking like a child who got offered her favorite ice-cream.

"eat well~" You wish out of habit and start eating.

"You too." he smiles and starts eating, taking peeks and glances at you to see your reaction to the food. you both finish up half of your food in comfortable silence with just the hustle bustle around you as the noise you two could hear.

"ah its been so long since I've had such good food." you say wiping your face and smiling in satisfaction.

"me too. do you wanna try some of mine?" he offers and you agree. you both switch plates and continue eating in silence again, both surrounded by the amazing taste coating your mouths, with the voices of everyone else acting as a white noise.

after done eating you both split the check and head out of the restaurant. he gets his car from the valet service and you both get in and he starts driving back to your place.

"oh look an ice-cream truck." you point when he stops the car at the red light.

"you wanna get some?" he asks while looking at the ice-cream truck you pointed at.

"sure." You smile and he smiles back before parking nearby the truck and you both step out to get some ice-cream. after buying the ice-creams you both decide to walk in a nearby park while eating it and talk about random things.

"so what are your plans after you get home?" You ask and look up at him.

"I don't know. maybe i'll just go to sleep. what about you?" he looks back at you while taking a bite from his ice cream.

"well there's this new horror movie i found out about, so I was thinking of watching it tonight." He nods along with you. "do you like horror movies?"

"yea a lot."

"them maybe we can watch the movie together. the trailer was really good you know?" You shrug and take a bite from your ice cream.

"really? i-i mean sure! yea i wont mind." he clears his throat and tries to act cool even though he was wishing the date wouldn't end.

you both walk around some more and walk back to his car after finishing the ice-cream. he drives back to your place, you leading him upstairs and inside.

"nice place." he says while you both take your shoes off and walk in.

"thank you." you smile and go to the kitchen to get two glasses of water for both of you. he settles down on the couch as you pass the glass of water to him and he thanks you before taking a sip.

you put the movie on and sit down next to him as you both quietly watch the movie. you both shift in your seats when the couple in the movie start kissing and having hard-core sex on the screen. you try to act cool and gulp unknowingly looking down at Jungkook's lap to see a boner growing.

didn't know they'd have a literal porno for a movie

Jungkook takes a glance at you and realises you looking at his boner and tries to hide it in the most subtle way possible. he fails because he couldn't really move too much without getting caught by you and decided to just give in, face burning in embarrassment.

he scratches the back of his neck and was about to say something to shift your attention, but ends up choking and starts coughing.

"i- are you okay??" You pat his back while he leans forward and takes hold of his glass of water and drinks some of it. he calms down and sighs as you look at him in concern.

"Im okay." he laughs softly and nods getting comfortable on the couch again.

"I'm gonna go get some more water." you nod, standing up from the couch.

you take your glass along with his and fill it up but just as you take a sip you feel it go down the wrong pipe and start coughing while placing the glass back on the kitchen island and accidentally spilling some of it.

"are you okay??" He rushes to you and pats you back while you calm yourself down. you both end up laughing at how awkward you two were being and fell the atmosphere lighten.

"Lemme help you clean this up." he says grabbing a few paper towels and passing some to you too as you both start cleaning up the water you spilt. you try not to stare too much because you just realised he'd taken his jacket off and god did he look even more attractive with all his tattoos showing.

your hands brush against each other a few times causing you two to exchange glances but after it happened for the third time, it was as if you two couldn't take your eyes off of each other. unknowingly leaning in and end up pressing your lips against each other, lips chasing one another a little too hungrily.

the wet paper towels long forgotten sit on the kitchen island, as Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer and lifts you up by the back of your thighs and places you right next to them. pressing the front of his body against yours, he rubs his hands on your thighs toying with your top and bottom lip repeatedly while you wrap your arms around his neck.

you wrap your legs around the back of his and pull him closer feeling him poke his tongue softly against your lips asking for entrance, which you give. you rub your tongue against his causing him to moan in your mouth which pulls one out of you too and you both lose it.

fuck, that was hot.

you both hold onto each other tighter and continue kissing until the air runs out and you're pulling away to catch a breath. you see him chase after your lips, causing a new batch of butterflies to be released in your tummy as he leans in to press multiple pecks against them.

he moves down to your chin, then your jaw and then starts leaving soft open mouth kisses all over your neck trying to find that one spot that will have you squirming and moaning under him. you gasp when he bites down on the right side of your neck, softly licking and sucking on the skin while you move your hands to his hair and play with it softly moaning and humming here and there.

he pulls your jacket off and pushes himself against you more, as if trying to feel you more while moving to a different part of your neck to leave another mark. he moves back a little, staring at the work of art he left on your neck feeling an ounce of satisfaction weight his chest and leans back in to press his lips against yours.

this time you pull away and kiss down his neck, tugging onto his hair to make it lean back so you can have space to work your magic. you kissing, biting and sucking onto his skin had him groaning and moaning while rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, shifting higher up your skirt each time.

every kiss, every hickey you left on his skin made him feel more and more impatient to feel you. to have you feel him. and fuck, was he gonna give it to you good today. he was ready to give it to you like he'd never given it to anyone, ever.

when you pull away from his neck, he immediately catches your lips against his and picks you up taking you to the couch with him without breaking the kiss. sitting down, he makes you straddle his lap and continues rubbing his hands against your soft skin on your thighs.

"can I take this off?" he pants while tugging onto your tanktop and staring at your lips.

"Yes." you nod softly letting him swiftly take it off of you before smashing your lips against his immediately. it was as if his lips were a drug you were addicted to and it was hard for Jungkook to not feel the same way, literally.

rubbing his hands on your skin he brings it up to the hook of your bra, lingering there as if asking you for permission as you pant a "yea" against his lips and continue kissing him while he takes it off of you.

grabbing one of your boobs softly he kneads it, feeling and taking in its infinite softness. God they felt so soft that he could basically sleep on them, and maybe he would later tonight.

your nipples pebble against his palm as he holds and tugs onto it with his index finger and thumb, emitting yet another moan from you which went straight to his already rock hard cock. you pull away from him and pull his tank top off of him too as this time he leads down to your neck, pressing kisses and leading lower to your chest.

taking your other breast in his mouth, he sucks on it circling the nipple with his tongue as you twitch above him and grip onto his hair. he plays with your other breast and continues using his mouth on the other as you moan softly and arch your back into his mouth from time to time.

he moves his other hand up your thigh and rubs his thumb against your inner thigh, lips and hand still playing with your breasts that he just couldn't seem to get enough of. he leaves a few hickeys on them too and comes back up to your lips.

he wraps his arm around your waist to hold you close against him, as you crane your neck and press kisses against his lips causing him to smile which causes you to smile too. he rubs his hands on your thighs and moves it to your ass, pushing you closer and pressing you down softly against his hard-on.

you rub yourself against him pressing your lips harder against his as he keeps his hand on your ass making you move against him. he brings his hand forward and slips it to your middle, rubbing his fingers softly on you causing you to gasp against his lips.

you unknowingly start moving your hips against his hand, pressing down just trying to find more friction. he understands what you want and moves your panties to the side and slips his middle and ring finger against your folds making you moan softly.

you were already so wet and were coating his fingers as he rubs the tip of his fingers in circles against your bud making you pull away from his lips and lean against him, moaning out his name. you hide your face in his neck and moan whilst still moving your hips against his fingers.

he moves his fingers down and circles your entrance before pushing them in slowly as you gasp and hold onto him while sitting up straight on his lap. he starts moving his fingers as you throw your head back when his fingers brush against that one spot while he leans in to press kisses on your skin knowing what he's doing is making you feel good.

"there... right there... yea!" you moan out leaning against him again and hide your face in his neck. he whispers a soft "yea?" in your hair while moving his fingers in the same way you asked, but faster.

"mmph- fuck!" you moan and grip onto his hair tightly as you cum on his fingers. he helps you ride out your high while rubbing his fingers on your clit as you hum and twitch here and there due to the aftershocks. he brings his hand up and licks it clean, when you suddenly press your lips against him to taste yourself against them.

you grind against him again while rubbing your tongue against his as you groans against your mouth while holding onto your hips. you move off of his lap and get on your knees in between his legs, pulling his pants and boxers off and immediately take hold of him.

he places his hand on your head as you lick up and down his length, coating it with your saliva before finally taking him in your mouth. bobbing your head up and down you move your hand against whatever you weren't taking in as he groans above you, hand taking hold of your hair.

he feels you go deeper until he's down your throat and gulp around him which causes him to throw his head back and moan. rubbing your tongue against the underside of his dick whilst still bobbing your head up and down on him, you make him feel so good that he couldn't stop his moans.

soon ending up cumming down your throat he unknowingly holds your head down on him so that you're nose is pressed against his pelvis. gulping down all his cum you pull away and lick your lips as he leans down and presses his lips against yours.

you both stand up from the couch and stumble to your bedroom while kissing and undressing each other some more when he picks you up and climbs on the bed before dropping you down, his lips never leaving yours. he places his hands on each sides of your head against the mattress, while you hold his hips close to yours with your legs wrapped around his waist.

he pulls away and presses kisses on your cheeks and then moves down to your neck while positioning himself in front of your entrance and slowly pushes in. you hold onto his shoulders tightly closing your eyes and feel him stretch you out so perfectly.

he presses his forehead against yours and spreads your legs out more by the back of your thighs and pulls out just to push back in with a low moan. you gasp starting to move your hips along with his once he finds a steady pace. you both moan against each others mouths while continuing to feel so good.

he fastens his pace and leans back just to take hold of your hips and pistoning his hips against yours repeatedly. you grip onto the sheets around you and moan his name loudly while he does the same. shifting his hips a little, he moves your legs over his shoulders and continues thrusting in and out of you at a ridiculously fast pace.

pulling out he flips you over and manhandles you into his desired position and pushes in again, losing complete sense of reality and keeps thrusting into you so hard that it has you getting pushed forward repeatedly. taking hold of the back of your neck he holds you down while continuing to move in and out of you while moaning and groaning your name.

he angles his hips a little differently and you arch your back against the mattress while moaning out loud because the tip of his dick hits your g-spot.

"there you are." he pants and sinks his nails into your hips while repeatedly brushing against your g-spot and moving inside you.

"f-f-uck!" He pulls onto your hair while his other hand spanks your ass, gripping onto the flesh staring as it bounces upon meeting his hips. you bite down on your lip harshly only to end up feeling Jungkook's palm come in contact with your ass harshly.

"Dont you dare hold your voice in." he tugs onto your hair while gritting. you moan out earning a "good girl" from him as he keeps thrusting in and out of you harshly. you feel your high approaching quickly when his hand rubs its way down your front and starts rubbing against your bud.

your eyes roll back into your head as you twitch harshly and squirt with your high hitting you simultaneously. he helps you ride out your high, his hitting him too because of how good you squeezed him.

you both lose track of time soon, not being able to get enough of each other as you find yourself sitting on his lap and riding him while he arches his back and moans while holding onto your hips and cumming inside you for the nth time tonight. leaning down you kiss him softly and move off of him, feeling him immediately wrap you up in his arms and hold you close.

"that was so good." he pulls away and presses multiple kisses all over your face while his hands rub against your skin here and there. you giggle and nod shifting closer to him, pulling the comforter to cover both of you.

he shifts closer and lays his head against your chest as you play with his hair and let out a soft sigh. wrapping his arms around your waist, he holds you close to him and you both fall asleep.

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