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m0nsterqzzz · 4 months

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✦ The Little Things ✦

pairing: kate bishop x gn!reader

summary: Kate loses the bracelet her loving partner made for her when they first started dating and panics maybe a bit more then she should

warnings: panic attacks, a little bit of cussing, mentions of killing ig?

a/n: so this is unimportant but i wanted to say that i really wanted to do this story as what happened when i got the inspo (my ex was panicking over losing the bracelet i made her when we were dating) but decided to go with the more fluffy version lol. enjoy kate being so adorable. also, i'm pretty sure i used they/them when i had to use pronouns so if theres anything other then that, let me know. and, I'm literally so terrible at writing endings so if you guys have any tips on how to end a fluff or angst oneshot, it would be greatly appreciated

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When you wake up, you're wrapped in your girlfriend's arms. Kate just got home from spending the weekend with her mother, and apparently she got to the Compound while you were asleep last night. Your back is up against her front, and her hand is gently placed on an area of exposed skin on your hip.

You turn around on the bed, placing your head against Kate's chest. She stirs a bit, but seems to still be asleep as she moves a hand to cradle the back of your head.

Suddenly, the sound of harsh knocking on your bedroom door makes you both sit up, now very alert as you both look around. “Kate!” You hear Clint's voice from the other side of the door, and Kate smiles. You roll your eyes, laying back down and trying to pull her with you. She gets up off the bed, and you groan and hold her pillow close to you. She opens the door for Clint, and his eyes fall to you before going back to Kate. “We got a mission Bishop. Suit up.” That makes you sit up, and you glare at the bowman. “She just got back. Why do you hate me Barton?” He pretends to think about it for a moment before he shrugs and begins walking away. “I’ll go make you a list!” He calls over his shoulder, and you groan and let your face drop into the pillows again.

Clint Barton is your best friend. You met him through your father Tony, and he was instantly like an uncle to you the same way Natasha was like a mother to you. He was all you had when both your father and Natasha died, but that all changed when he introduced you to Kate.

You watch as she goes to the closet for her freshly clean suit, and then sheds her pajamas in order to get ready for the mission. She hums a tune as she does, and then goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. You get out of bed and follow, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind as she brushes her teeth, still humming. The brunette leans into your arms, and you notice the humming to be of “Let's Get Married” by the Bleachers. You shouldn’t be surprised. She sings it to you at any chance.

She puts on her shoes- the tennis shoes Clint bought her after a long talk about how she cannot wear her purple converse while fighting bad guys- and then presses a small kiss to your nose. “You missed.” You playfully complain, and she chuckles before kissing your lips.

She's on her way to the door when she turns back around, and you're expecting a hug. Instead, she runs straight past you and to her nightstand. She grabs something off of it, and you notice it as the bracelet you made her a year ago. You had been nervous to give it to her, especially since it is something an eight year old could have made, but she just smiled brightly and put it around her right wrist. She never takes it off now, unless she's in the shower or sleeping. She says it is her good luck charm, and you feel happy that a bracelet with clay beads of different shades of purple that says, “My Katie” gives her good luck when she's out risking her life.

She gives you a small hug, and then kisses you on the lips before speeding out the door.

You sigh, an everlasting smile and blush on your face as you let your body fall backwards onto the bed. Todays your day off from missions, and it was supposed to be a you and Kate day so now that the Kate part of it is not here, you try to figure out what to do. You don’t know where the mission is, how long it’ll take, what the risks are, what time she’ll be back, hell you don’t even know what it’s for and you silently cuss out Clint in your head for not giving you details to settle your head.

As if on cue, you get a message.

bird brain 🏹:

Simple mission, take down a few guys and grab the intel from the lowest level of the building.

It’s not too dangerous as long as she doesn’t decide to pull a Kate and not listen to me.

We’ll be home in a few hours and you can take your lover girl back.

She’s already driving me crazy and we’re on the jet ride there.

Chill out and rest your mind kid.

I’ll keep her safe.

You smile. Even though Kate can sometimes forget to give you the details, Clint never fails to reassure you he’ll keep your girl safe.

With your mind now at slight peace, you get up and make your way down the hall to Wanda’s room. Today is her day off, also known as the perfect day to go bother her. After that, you go bother Fury, only leaving his office when he threatens to send you on a mission. By then it’s lunch, and you look to the clock, expecting to see that a few hours have passed.

So, Kate left at 9am.

And it is currently………11am.

You sigh, pulling out a pan and deciding to make the team breakfast. And by team, you mean you and Wanda.

Meanwhile, with Kate and Clint.

She fucking pulled a Kate.

Clint simply told her to keep guard by the doors while he grabbed the info and alert him if anyone showed. She did that for about 4 minutes.

She then saw a bird, a blue bird, and it made her think of you so she did the only understandable thing. Left her post and followed the bird all the way outside of the building. It’s only when she hears her partner's voice coming over the ear piece in her ear yell, “Where the hell are you Kate?!” does she run back to the building, seeing the man being beaten by a few guards. She grimaces, pulling out an arrow and lining it up with her bow. She shots one in the arm, and suddenly all the attention is on her as she widens her eyes. “Sorry dude!” She says loudly, backing up with a nervous chuckle. “Maybe we can talk this out right? How about we make a deal? You let my partner go, and we’ll walk away from this peacefully. Alright?”

Clint groans from the ground. “No! We will not!” He yells, sitting up and grabbing his own bow.

The guards are large and strong looking, but even strength like theirs can’t go against an arrow flying into their skull. He does that to the rest of them, and then takes a deep breath and glares at Kate. She rubs the back of her neck with a nervous smile. “So, now that that’s over……wanna grab some lunch or something?”

He scoffs, groaning in pain as he stands up. She knows she’s going to be barated on the way home. They begin the walk back to the quinjet, and Kate is half listening to his rant as she reaches her hand to play with the bracelet on her arm.

The moment Kate realizes her bracelet is no longer on her right wrist, she drops the bow and arrow on the ground.

Clint turns to look at her and hisses, “What the hell are you doing Bishop? Pick up your bow and let's go!” She barely hears him though, as she's too busy checking her pockets and then the pebbled floor underneath her. He seems to notice her panic, and his voice and face softens as he tries to ask her more calmly, “What's wrong Kate?” She mumbles something, shaking her head and then looking at the building they just left. “Did you leave something in there?” She isn’t listening anymore, but he gets his answer when she takes off towards the building. He sighs and follows.

She scans the floors of the halls, tears filling her eyes when she doesn’t see the purple beads anywhere. Her breathing is beginning to get faster, and Clint tries his best to get her to stop for a second and take a deep breath. She does stop, but it’s only because she realizes a sob and continues hyperventilating.

“Kate. Kate, look at me.” She does, and he panics even more when he sees the tears. “Take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what needs fixing.” He attempts a chuckle. She tries her best to breathe, but between the sobbing and erratic breathing, she barely gets out a weak, “M-my bracelet.”

His eyes widen. He knows how much the jewelry means to her, having almost been shot by an arrow when he teasingly took it one day. He looks on both wrists and then the floor around them, still trying to calm her down. It might seem childish, but that bracelet is everything to Kate. When she has to do stuff like missions, or visiting her mom and she can’t take you (her person), the bracelet is the next best thing. You’re her anchor, but there are times in life where you can’t be there. So the bracelet is there. For her to fidget with, or hold close to her heart as if it’s her holding you close to her.

She leans up against the wall, letting her body slide down it as she hyperventilates. “I-I need it.” He nods, looking into her brown eyes and stating firmly, “I know katie. I know. And I know the bracelet is important but I need you to listen to me right now.” She looks up to his face, hand going to her chest to scratch at it as if it’s going to help her breath. He holds her hands in his own. “We’re gonna get on the quinjet, go home to see your partner, and you’re going to feel so much better. The bracelet is to remind you of them right?” She nods repeatedly. “Then we’ll take you to them. Just think about them Katie.”

He lifts her off of the floor, one of her arms over his shoulder as her legs wobble and she lets him help her walk to the jet. “It’s alright Kate. I’m here. It’s all gonna be alright.”

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Back home, you're eating ice cream in bed when your phone rings. It’s Clint, and you instantly perk up in excitement. “Hey birdman, are you guys on your way home?”

He sighs, looking at Kate who's now curled up in the corner of the quinjet, knees to her chest and mumbling this to herself. “It’s Kate.” In retrospect, he probably should've been more detailed and not used the sentence that people only use when someone they care about is seriously hurt.

“какого черта? Ты сказал, что защитишь ее! ты глупый, глупый человек! если она не выживет, я доберусь до тебя раньше, чем это сделает карма!” His eyes widen at your yelling and he holds the phone a bit away to protect his eardrum. “Now calm down kid, she just had a panic attack. She seems to be doing alright now but I just wanted to let you know so you can keep an eye on her when we get home in…..4 minutes.” You sigh, but there's still panic in you when you wonder what could have brought on a panic attack. “What brought it on?”

Translation: what the fuck? You said you would protect her! you stupid, stupid man! if she doesn't make it, I'll get to you before karma ever will!

It sounds like he’s speaking to someone, probably Kate, before he says, “She lost her bracelet.”

You take a minute to think about it before you begin to giggle. You're not laughing at her having a panic attack, it’s more of a “that’s adorable and sad at the same time” kind of giggle. “Okay. tell her I love her and I’ll see her soon.” You hang up and think for a minute before grabbing the clay beads from under your bed.

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It doesn’t take that long to make, and by the time the quinjet is landing on the field outside of the compound, you have a bracelet that looks exactly like Kate’s old one.

You make your way outside, grinning at the sight of your girlfriend. She’s walking by herself now, her breathing has gone back to normal, and the only tears on her face are dry. You speed up, and you’re practically sprinting by the time you make it into her arms. She chuckles and holds you close, hiding her head in the crook of your neck. “I’m so sorry my love.”

You giggle. “What’s there to be sorry for Katie?” She sighs, pulling away from you to lift up her sleeve and show her bare wrist. “I lost my bracelet.” She looks ready to cry again, so you pull her into another hug and cradle her head. “I know honey. But apologies are for when you’ve done something wrong.” You assure, but she’s not having it.

“But I lost the gift you gave me! One of my favorite gifts of all time! My lucky charm!” You sigh, flipping over the hand of hers that you’ve been holding so her palm is facing the sky and putting the new bracelet in it. “I made you a new one Katie. And this one can hold just as much love and luck if you want it to.” She grins, holding the bracelet close to her heart like she used to do with the other one as she asks, “You promise?” “Promise what?” “That it’s made with just as much love and luck as the first one?” You giggle and caress her face. “I promise Katie.”

Kate Bishop is a simple girl. Things like purple bracelets, pizza, dogs, and movie nights, will make the brunette happy for at least a week. So when you began dating, you made it your mission to involve at least one of those things in your guy’s daily lives so she could be the happiest she could be. Whether it’s replacing her favorite piece of jewelry, eating pizza three nights in a row, or having a movie night on your day off, watching whatever films she wants and stuffing yourselves full of candy. You’d do it all a million times over if it meant your girl would be happy. Because you know she’d do the same for you.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop #marvel x reader #marvel x you #fluff

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snoopyana · 9 days

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selfish.

“you think i’m fuckin easy, ain’t that the truth?”

you could tell yourself you hate him but that's a lie. you’ll never hurt again if no one ever says his name. trust that was built up nearly over a decade, crushed by an ig story and a link.

lee ch./ anton. wc: 3.079k angst. smut. dark in the sense of…

unsolicited recording and said recording being leaked. peer pressure in a sense. anton is easily influenced. ur both athletes for the sake of decent world building.

music leaked from your wired earbubs as your sneakers squeaked against the glossy floors of the gymnasium. eyes tightly shut, the music flowed through your mind, drowning out all the other natural sounds that buzzed around you. making your nth lap around the vast space of the gym, loose pieces of hair that were once tucked and pulled into a loose ponytail, stuck to your forehead and cheeks. coming to a stop in front of the faded plastic bleachers, you used the back of your hand to swipe at the sweat and hair that decorated your face.

ripping out the earbubs and throwing your phone on-top of the bag, the loud thud of the gym doors swinging open made your body jump. nearly knocking the wind out of you, breathing staggered from the shock paired with your recent run. fingers digging into the cloth of your sweater, the tension would quickly subside when anton peeked his head in. a wide smile on his face as he jogged over to where you stood. planting a rough pat on your shoulder, he took a seat next to your belongings.

“whatcha doing here so late?” he questioned. long legs awkwardly bunched up onto the small seats of the bleachers, his hands coming over to mess with the handle of your tennis racket that stuck out from your bag. as he messed around, you glanced down at the digital clock on your wrist, finally seeing on how much time you’d lost track of. 6:39 stared back at you before your eyes were back onto anton. “a little extra practice, lost track of time i guess. what are you doing here?”

“swim.” running fingers through his hair, droplets of water fell onto the ground below him. reaching forward, he dried his damp fingers off onto your sweater. a low gross leaving your lips as you backed away from him. laughing into his hand, anton shook his head around like a dog. as water hit your cheeks, you couldn’t help but laugh just a little. using the sleeve of your sweater to brush at your cheeks, a comfortable silence fell. putting away the rest of your belongings, anton watched as your sweater rode up your torso when you attempted to sling the stuffed backpack across your shoulder — still half open from the tennis racket that didn’t quite fit — and completely onto your back. he was quick to get up, sliding his own bag back onto his shoulder as he followed you to the doors that he entered from not too long ago.

“do you want to hang out tonight? it’s been awhile.” stumbling over his limbs before he found his footing, anton draped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked through the double doors. stepping into the fairly empty halls of your school, bumping into other athlete students roaming around after practice, some being none other than antons’ other friends. before you were able to answer his question, he was jogging over to the group of boys — and you quietly followed.

standing in front of anton, his arms hooked around your neck and his head rested on the top of yours. being slightly nudged around as the boys pushed and joked with each other, it was almost as if you weren’t even present. your existence being pushed to the back of antons’ mind as he spoke with what you considered his main friend group.

the reason you two didn’t hang out as much.

but it wasn’t completely their fault, you’d been hesitant to reach out. hesitancy that blossomed from anton finally being able to choose his own paths without looking at you for confirmation. hesitancy from anton telling you time and time again about the all things he’s been able to experience since then. hesitancy that sprung from when anton disclosed how he finally wasn’t a virgin. it had been a year since then, a year that would bring constant reminders of how he wasn’t the same shy boy you’d play in the sandbox with and it had weighed on you ever since. the realization of how the roles had reversed and now you were the one that was confined to the small bubble that you kept yourself in. a bubble that restricted and restrained you from reaching what people would call, your full potential. a bubble you refused to let burst and pop.

just not yet.

your backpack pressed against his stomach as anton swayed and rocked on his heels, watching as his friends left until they were completely out of sight. squeezing your body, he took a step back to give you some room. “you never answered my question by the way.” pulling on the straps of his backpack, anton started walking towards the exit to the school’s parking lot. quickly following behind him, you harshly tugged on the back of his shirt. causing his body to come to an abrupt halt. twisting around to look at you, he had a look of confusion all over his face.

“you never gave me time to answer.” punching at his toned arm, you raised eyebrows at him — waiting for an apology of some sort. rubbing the flesh of his arm, a few whiny sorrys leaving his mouth. an overly dramatic frown present on his lips, anton watched you pull your phone from the side pocket of your bag. staring at the way your manicured nails repeatedly hit the glass. “told my mom i’ll be coming home later.” glancing up from your screen, you locked eyes with anton. an anton who was absentmindedly staring into your soul “now stop just standing there and show me where you parked!” pushing at his body, he acted as if you’d thrown him to the ground. “hey you could have hurt me..” his hands came up to cover his eyes as he pretended to cry into his palms.

“guess i’ll have to ask your mom to kiss it better. maybe even a little more if she’s willing.” before he could completely finish his sentence, anton was darting through the parking lot. sliding into his car and locking the doors mere seconds before you could yank at the cold handle. even though he wasn’t able to hear you, he could make out the way you were violently cursing him out from behind the glass.

kicking your shoes off at the front, you were greeted with a hi and a bye as antons’ mom darted out of the family home with his brother attached to her hip. reminding you of the times in middle school when she’d pull you into the kitchen and constantly thank you for being friends with her son. the same woman who used to hug you tightly and silently cry whenever you came around to hang out with him. the same woman who saw you as her sons savior from a long and lonely childhood.

sure, she no longer pulled you aside or praise you for doing the bare minimum when it came to anton. but she’d always find a way to thank you without using her words. one of those ways being with food. unsure if anton had told her of your visit, your suspicion would be confirmed by tray of snacks displayed on the kitchen island. excitement surged throughout your body as you started slipping into one of the barstools, all while anton was hunched over rummaging through the refrigerator.

ripping open one of the bags of chips, you pulled your phone from the waistband of your biker shorts. placing a few of the chips into your mouth before making your way to instagram. admittedly, you had a bad habit of checking his account.

even when he was around.

clicking through the post that you saw time and time again, you fumbled to close the app when anton unexpectedly dropped onto your shoulder. “come on, we’re finally together again and you’re on your phone.” snatching the device, you instantly regretted telling him your password all those months ago. but to your surprise, he simply put it into the pocket of his hoodie. “talk to me, what’s been going on since what..” stopped to think. bringing a hand up to scratch his head, you couldn’t help but notice how the sleeves were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms. the way it flexed with every movement.

“shit i can’t even remember, just talk to me.” back leant against the island, it was now your time to scratch your head. laughing at yourself when you couldn’t think of even one interesting thing. “nothing actually, same old same old.” leaning forward, his eye darted down to your back. watching the fabric lift and expose your bare skin for the second time that night. “okay how about, have you found a boyfriend yet?” face flush against the cold marble, it didn’t come as a surprise that he would ask such a question.

in fact, you expected it.

it was the topic of discussion of your last hang out. and the one before that. and the one before that. ever since he started experimenting with the opposite gender, antons’ curiosity about your experiences spiked. you knew all about his encounters, but when it came to yours? cobwebs. a lot of things held you back from trying it with anyone else. exploring your body by yourself in the comfort of your room. but of course, like many things, you just could never figure out exactly what you liked, how you liked it, or who you’d like to experience it with.

“no i haven’t.” shooting him a quick answer before getting up from the leather seat. the ripping sound of your skin removing itself from the cushion ringing in your ears. dragging your feet across the hardwood floors, anton quickly snatched a few snacks up before running after you. pushing open the creaky door of his old bedroom, you took in the space as if it were to change before your eyes. but nothing ever changed in his room, from the complex figurines that lined his walls, neatly dusted and cared for down to the faded crayon marks on his baseboards.

sinking into his mattress, anton followed in suite. resting his back against his pillows and head against the headboard. “so, what’s stopping you?” craning your neck to look up at him, every fibber in your body told you that if you were to tell him why, it would be oversharing.

but can best friends of nearly a decade truly overshare at this point?

“listen to me anton.” lifting your body up, you rested onto your elbows. an awkward feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach as he shifted his whole attention towards you.

“i’m listening.” he smiled as he spoke.

it was almost as if years of embarrassment and resentment all came to the surface just by looking at his face. the way he smiled without a care in the world. the way he didn’t have to worry about the things that would divide your world.

mouth repeatedly opening and closing, it was almost as if the words got caught in the back of your throat. rephrasing the sentence in your mind over and over until it finally reached the tip of your tongue.

“i feel like i’m falling behind. like we’re literally about to graduate and i still haven’t done it. i guess i was just too embarrassed to tell you whenever you asked before..” your words came out in more of a blabber instead of a real, coherent sentence.

your words lingered in the air and hiis silence only added to the feeling of despair that built in your stomach. eyes glossed over, chest tightening at the mere thought of potentially overstepping some unspoken line. it never felt like this when he spoke to you about his own personal issues, so why was it so strange when you do it? your eyes darted across his face for a sign of any emotion — shit, even a look of malice would be nice. but he continued to sit there. lips forming a tight line as he stared at your face.

“that’s it?” lips curling into a smile, anton tilted his head as he finally strung together what you meant by it. “you’re embarrassed because you haven’t had sex?” purposely putting an emphasis on sex, he held back the snort that threatened to rip from his mouth. his response was far from what you expected to hear. it somewhat put you on edge, but calmed your nerves at the same token.

“yeah.. sex.” letting your body collapse into his mattress, your head planted deep into the comforter — anton let his hand come up to slowly rub circles onto the back of your head. suddenly grateful for the times where anton didn’t say a word, the silence brought more comfort to your sour mood then any noise ever could. until a quiet whisper sliced through that comforting silence.

threatening to burst into that protective bubble you’ve so carefully crafted.

“i can help you.” he stated, the naturally soft voice he possessed somehow getting even more hushed. the bed dipped and creaked as he moved his body closer to yours. his knees sinking into the memory foam as you readjusted yourself —legs folded underneath your body. “help me? no no that’s..” biting the tip of your tongue, you watched as antons eyes focused on how your mouth moved instead of the usual eye contact.

“that would make things weird. we can’t do that.” bringing a finger to your mouth, your teeth anxiously bite the false nail — polish chipping onto your teeth. shaking his head in disagreement, anton cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand. “it’s not weird if we don’t tell anyone.” leaning his body closer to yours, his lips brushed against yours before he pulled back. watching as you chased his face, mind clearly on autopilot.

squeezing the flesh of your face, your eyes automatically closed from the slight pain and tingling sensation. giving him just enough time to reach for his phone that was shoved into his back pocket. thumb swiping over the glass, his eyes would shift from your face to the device. quickly pressing record, anton meticulously placed the device into the window that was right next to his bed. seeing the reflection of the recording, he covered the rest of his phone with his curtains, turning his attention back to you.

“just say you want tonie to help you feel good. and i won’t make you wait.” plans of cutting that part out of the video made a sick smile form on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter open and your naturally puffy lips part. hands gripping onto his hoodie as his grip on your cheeks tightened. causing your lips to involuntarily pucker and drool to coat them in a thin layer.

“please, i want tonie to help me feel good..”

positioned onto your stomach, your legs dangled from the egde of his bed while he shuffled and moved behind you. using the loose ponytail you’d already provided for him, anton used it was means to lift your head from off the bed. placing a condom wrapped in between your teeth and telling you to bite. ripping open the packaging, he let your head fall back into the mattress all while he slipped the rubber onto his cock. he didn’t wanna waste time — the video on his phone around reaching the 20 minute mark from the small kissing lesson he decided to give you at the last minute.

slotting himself between your legs, anton forced your knees onto the bed. deepening the small arch in your back. bringing his hands to caress and pinch at the flesh of your torso, he would eventually remove one from your body. fishing around in his hoodie until his fingers wrapped around your phone. as you laid there, patiently, the pads of his thumb swiped and swiped until he lands on your camera app. making sure the flash was off, he didn’t say a word as his hands continued to play with the flesh of your waist.

slowly making his way down, his made sure to grip at the skin of your ass, spreading you apart before planting a small, yet firm, spank on the flesh. as you whined into the blankets, your body twitched and seized at the impact. “doing alright pretty?” the video would just barely pick up his voice as it panned to the back of your head, then down to his hand free hand squeezing at the base of his dick. smacking his length onto your thighs, anton finally alined himself with your hole that clenched around air.

one moment he was coating the tip with your slick, the next his hips were flush with your ass. a muffled cry leaving your lips as he gave you time to adjust to the foreign feeling. leaning back, anton used his free hand to wrap your ponytail around his hand.

“is my pretty best friend ready to no longer be a virgin..” almost as if he was mocking you, he started using the hair to pull your body back to meet his painfully slow and sharp thrusts. keeping a firm grip on your phone, anton made sure he got closeups on how you sucked his confined cock back inside. the audio being clouded by the cries that filled his dim room. as he quickened his thrust, his eyes darted back to his phone that was still recording. wanting it to pick up the sight of your tear stained face, he just had to make sure it hadn’t shifted from the harsh movements.

because why would one angle ever be enough?

your shaky voice drew his attention away from the camera and back to you. “repeat that, i.. i didn’t catch that.” but instead of responding with words, you’d respond with your body. weak attempts of crawling away from his hips giving him all the answers he needed.

“nuh uh.. stay right there and take it. you asked, remember?” smiling to himself, he watched through the small lenses as your body spasmed underneath him.

the next few days to follow were, strange. eyes lingered on your body longer than usual as you trudged through the halls of your old school. whispering coming from all angles until one of antons’ friends finally broke the news.

“isn’t this you?”

pop. there goes that bubble..

yana here. giving you a fat smooch after making you wait so long for an ACTUAL writing and not some half-assed joke of words on your screen. but i can’t be the only one who loves the idea of anton putting your whole life on blast. but maybe i am bc it’s been confirmed MULTIPLE TIMES how im a little weirdo. now i sleep, hope you enjoyed. xoxo, freakyana.

#snoopyana #riize #anton #riize anton #riize angst #riize x reader #riize smut #riize reading #riize suggestive #riize chanyoung #riize lee changyoung #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours

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kruzbr · 3 months

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hahh yea thats the stuff

rant time ig (and spoilers? idk if me just not being super happy with the new season/series is spoilers but just in case be warned)

idk man it feels like the show isn't even written by the same people as the original show. joanfk doesn't happen radada whatever but the writing just isn't the same either and I just don't find it fun anymore (sometimes I wish I could be one of u bleacher creature enjoyers, yall seem to be having the good time that I'm not having). the 'new crush of the week' shit that this show has become feels so juvenile and written like an early 2000s middle schooler it's crazy (it's a joke on dumb teen romances but what if I don't find it funny anymore? get a new bit please)

kinda just wished the reboot didn't happen, it feels like the writers are just doing random ass shit and forgetting the reasons why people liked the show to begin with lets not forget that a huge part of the resurgence was BECAUSE joanfk was so well loved and throwing that into the face of those fans is SUPER cool and does not make me feel so stupid for begging for a new season but whatever - completely threw away this chance of getting to continue this story that was ended too soon, which hey might just be a HBO thing but who really knows.

idk if this is gonna be the last time I'm doing fanart for clone high (after I finished this season I said I wasn't going to cuz literally nothing appealed to me to draw but quickly lied because I had some thoughts I needed to scream into the void lmao) but don't be surprised if that happens. sorry if none of this is coherent, very stream of consciousness and can't give more of a shit lmao

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wonhaz · 3 months

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break my heart again - y.jw

pairing : jungwon x fem!reader genre : classmates au, hanahaki au, angst, unrequited love, inspired by laufey's song - let you break my heart again wc : 2.2k warnings : child neglect, sickness, hospitals, blood, major character death, eating synopsis : yang jungwon breaks your heart, but you love him, and you'd let him do it again, and again. because you would rather die than live your life not loving him, and you do just that. a/n : i don't know why all my fic ideas from my bias (jungwon) are all so angsty but here you go ig! i put a lot of effort into the meaning of each flower and their symbolisms in the story so u can even google it if you want the full experience or full meanings. this laufey song makes me want to cry my eyes out but i hope u like the fic!

"one day i will stop falling in love with you."

you loved yang jungwon, but he didn't love you back.

he was the only thing you could think of, but you know well that he doesn't care about you. all of your friends told you to move on, to forget about him. you've tried, you really have, but nothing seems to work.

jungwon was everything any girl could ever want, top of the class, kind, funny, and not to mention, extremely cute. you're pretty sure every girl in school had feelings for him at one point, you were no different. you thought it would just be a happy crush, how did it get this bad?

how did you meet him? simple, he was your classmate, that's it. just your classmate. he knew if your existence, but only because of his role as class president, aside from that he had no reason to interact with you. he never saw how you looked at him with your lovesick gaze as he took down notes, he never saw you in the bleachers watching every single one of his competitions, he never saw you clutching your chest in pain, no matter what you did, he never saw you at all.

but you let him do it. again, and again, and again. as long as you were alive, you would let him break your heart again. all because you love yang jungwon.

your parents were busy, always out on business trips, leaving you all alone at home with no one to talk to. all you did at home was day dream and come up with fake scenarios and alternate universes where you and jungwon were a couple. did that help your current situation? hell no. it made it worse.

you sit at the dining table. alone. your plate with pie and your cup of coffee untouched, you were hungry, but had no appetite to eat. suddenly your favorite foods looked disgusting. you've read about this happening.

it's getting worse.

walking to school, you feel a pang of pain in your chest. quickly running to a hidden alley, you clutch your chest in pain. you feel as if you're about to throw up, trying to cough it out, petals fall out of your mouth instead. you watch as they float down to the floor, looking at them with a bitter smile. picking them up, you stuff them into a pocket in your bag.

arriving at school, you walk into the classroom. there he is. sitting on his friend's table laughing. walking to your seat, you lay your head on your table. listening to him laugh made your day better, but worse at the same time. each laugh he let out increased the growing pain in your chest.

you're grateful your teacher doesn't notice.

that nobody at school notices that you keep going to the bathroom. your friends don't notice either, you don't know whether to feel hurt or happy. hurt that they don't know you're in pain, happy that it will make it easier for you to leave this world since they don't pay attention to you. quickly locking yourself in a stall, you start coughing with no end. daffodil petals leave your lips with red stains. your blood. taking out your phone, you search up the meaning of daffodils. "daffodils symbolize unrequited love, rebirth, new beginnings, and eternal life."

eternal life. something you knew you didn't have.

during lunch break, you see jungwon in the halls. he's smiling holding a small bouquet of pink tulips. you look at him with a sad smile, you know it's not for you, it would never be for you. feeling the need to cough again, you run into an empty hallway and pink petals leave your mouth. pink tulips. crazy to think how quickly seeing jungwon could affect you.

finally deciding to see the doctor, you go to the hospital after school. you sit on the cold metal seats in the waiting room, waiting for your name to be called. "shim _______?". quickly standing up, you made your way into the doctors office and greet the doctor. "so what brings you hear young lady?" he asks. "this." you respond, taking the petals out of your bag and spreading them on his desk. you see the doctor's eyes widen and he looks at you. "hanahaki.." you hear him say, "how long have you been coughing up petals?", "about a month." you say and he shakes his head, "this means that you only have a bit of time left, meaning you've had this for months but only started coughing petals until recently. I'm afraid you only have 5 months left.". your heart drops, but it's alright, it was already broken. nodding, you tell him you understand. "do you plan to have the surgery? or is there a chance the one you love will love you back?" the doctor asks with hopeful eyes. you shake your head, "neither." you say, "i don't want the surgery, and the one i love will never love me back.". "______" the doctor says your name softly, "you'll die.". "i know." you say,

"but i'd rather die than live a life not loving him."

you leave the hospital that day knowing you have 5 months left. nothing would heal your broken heart. jungwon could never grow love for you, the only thing growing was the flowers in your lungs. you make your way to your home, if you could even all it one. you didn't even know where your parents currently were, but you do know that "business trips are more important." according to them. laying on your bed, you stare at your ceiling, just a few more months you think, and all this will be over.

you try to make the most of school.

since in a few months you won't have to go, grades are not something for you to worry about anymore. it didn't matter with your current situation. you went to school to see him, and only for that sole reason. sitting with your friends at the cafeteria, you stare at jungwon seated on the opposite side of the room. seeing him smiling makes you smile. seeing him happy makes you happy. one of your friends ask you if you're okay. "are you okay, _____? you haven't touched your food at all.", truthfully, you didn't feel like eating anything these days, but you can't tell them that. "yes, I'm alright, just got a little distracted." and they nod. they continue their conversation and your eyes find your way back to jungwon. he's getting up to leave, you excuse yourself from your friends and follow him out at a distance.

"jungwon! when are you asking your crush out? you've already given her tulips!", you hear one of his friends say. "soon, not sure yet." he responds nudging his friend and laughing. "but i found out she likes roses." jungwon says, almost instantly you feel your chest tighten and you know that you need to make a run for it. you run in the opposite direction to the bathroom and lock the stall door. you start coughing, the pain in your chest becoming unbearable. red rose petals with blood on them.

you always thought roses were beautiful, but with beauty comes pain. the thorns growing in your lungs making your breath hitch. you knew that your time was running out faster than expected.

three months left.

you start writing in a journal, in hopes that someone will find it after you leave. that they'll read about your last months loving jungwon. that they'll read about your tragic love story that never even was a love story in the first place. you write about jungwon and all the things you liked about him, about being left alone at home, and about ever single kind of petal you have coughed up, sticking them to the pages and learning about the meaning of each one. you learned that red roses symbolized love and romance, how ironic. two things that you would never experience. not in this life at least, hopefully in the next.

one month left.

you wanted to talk to jungwon before you left forever. even if it was short and made no sense. you knew he got to school early and you made an effort to get there early too. he sat at his desk studying for the test later, mustering up the courage to walk up to him, you stand at the end of his desk and he looks up and gives you a confused look. "hi _____, do you need something?" he asks. "thank you, jungwon." you say and his eyebrows furrow. "for what?", "for everything." you say with a smile. "you're welcome?" he says still confused. flashing him a small smile, you get your bags and walk out the classroom leaving him alone, his eyes follow you as you walk out. he shrugs and goes back to what he was doing. he doesn't care.

that broke your heart again.

one week left.

you thought you were well prepared for your departure. you wrote a letter to your parents, leaving it on their table. you weren't even sure if they would ever come home and read it, but it didn't matter. their not-so-golden only child would be gone and they wouldn't even know. you wrote a letter to each of your friends, it was easy since you only had a few. you gave it to them at school and made them promise to read them in a week. you wanted to go in peace. you wanted to go alone.

3 days left.

you go to school to gather everything from your locker, touching the cold metal door for the last time. you greet your favorite teachers before you leave, you even buy your favorite drink from the cafeteria, you were going to miss how it tasted. you walk out of the school and turn to look at it. it would be the last time you see the school. the school you dreaded going to, the school where you met yang jungwon. you decided you were going to spend your last few days at home before making your way to where you plan to depart forever.

one day left.

you tidy up your room, straightening up your pillows and bedsheets. you clean your messy desk and leave the journal right in the middle. the journal that contained your thoughts, your fondest memories, the memories of your last months on this earth. making your way to the kitchen, the light the refrigerator emits feels blinding. taking out the last slice of leftover pie, you make yourself a cup of coffee to go with it and sit alone at the table. you didn't feel hungry, not anymore, but you forced yourself to eat your favorite foods one last time. you savor the taste of the coffee, the warmth temporarily soothing the pain in your lungs. you felt sick that night, maybe because you forced yourself to eat, maybe it was because you knew your time was running out. either way, you tried your best to fall asleep.

3 hours left.

you make your way to a field deep in your favorite park. it was off limits but you used to go there alone anyways. laying under a big tree, you stare up at they sky, you'll be up there soon. you feel your eyes start to tear up, you're crying. you don't mean to cry, but it's as if your body knows that your time is about to run out.

1 hour left.

"one day i will stop falling in love with you."

you tried to stop loving yang jungwon. heaven knows how much you tried. jungwon would never love you, but you would never stop loving him. you would love him even if you were dead. you would love him as you watched from above.

"some day, someone will like me like I like you."

is what you thought. that wasn't going to happen anymore, maybe not in this life at least. you were classmates. and you would remain classmates for the rest of his life, and your short one.

10 minutes left.

you look at the green grass and trees surrounding you. the sun was setting, painting the sky a mix of purple, pink and orange. you smile. if only jungwon was beside you enjoying this too.

but he wasn't. but the thought of it made your heart flutter.

your heart. your broken heart.

you loved yang jungwon, but he broke your heart. he has multiple times but he never knew. you would still let him do it again in every life, because that's how much you love him.

you begin to feel sleepy, it's almost as if your life is being drained out of you. you bring your hand up to your chest, to where your broken heart lies. the vines in your lungs suffocating you.

you look at the now dark and starry sky and let out one last breathe.

"i love you, yang jungwon." you say and close your eyes for the last time.

epilogue.

10 years later

the wind rustles the leaves of the tree you once lay under. some leaves fall and slowly land on the grass by the base, beside it, a flower has grown. a daffodil. the first flower you ever coughed up. you searched its meaning back then.

"daffodils symbolize unrequited love, rebirth, new beginnings, and eternal life."

maybe, just maybe, fate will let you have your new beginning.

that fate will give you another chance in your next life to be with the one you love.

#wonhaz #enhypen #jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen jungwon #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #enhypen angst #jungwon oneshots #enha x reader #enha jungwon #enha imagines #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #jungwon x y/n #enhypen scenarios #jungwon scenarios

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the1975attheirverybest · 6 months

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I know this happened a couple days ago but I just found out Bea liked and commented on Matty’s IG post and then promptly took it down the second people noticed it and/or she realized she wasn’t on her finsta :(

I’ve had a feeling for awhile that he’s still friends with all of the same people but they’ve just distanced themselves from him publicly, and that’s starting to look more and more likely. Matty posted Bleachers on his IG story not that long ago, it seems like Jack is close-ish with Patricia, Matty mentioned Phoebes name on stage, now the Bea thing. If he wasn’t good with these people he wouldn’t be bring them up.

It’s stupid but this is part of the reason I find him and Gabbriette so sweet, I love seeing someone publicly hype him up. I get people have careers to protect but it just makes me a little sad for him.

Yeah this makes me so sad and I feel like he deserves better. I don’t think people from HIS LABEL should be protecting themselves from him it’s silly but like whatever. I just know if I were in his shoes I wouldn’t feel great.

I love Gabriettes open support of him and I love that he’s on the receiving end of such enthusiasm for a change. Cuz he’s always been the one giving it so freely. This is really sweet. Glad they make each other happy.

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idsb · 9 months

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I followed him and his gf at the time and they seemed so cute. This was when bleachers was doing an album rollout and the gf did the photos/directed music videos. She was really involved with the band and I thought it was cute they had that type of relationship. She also posted really sweet pics of them, they dated for 4 years and seemed like it was it for them. Then I saw the spotting on DM of Jack and M. I thought it was bs. Him and his gf posted ig stories of videos hanging out at his family’s house in NJ that same day and a swiftie met them while walking their dog. Immediately someone sent to DM that him and his gf were still together with more proof. One day everything about him was gone from her ig except for her vma nomination for a bleachers video. She then hung out with Lena to talk shit I’m assuming and liked posts about him cheating and mean memes about M. At the next bleachers concert Jack then talks about how he wants to marry M. It was so chaotic and I really thought that maybe he’s not this nice guy everyone says he is

okay a) as someone who like. works with artists and uhhhh winds up dating them and has had a relationship like that multiple times THIS IS MY ACTUAL WORST NIGHTMARE and b) oh my god this is sooooooooo just... yucky?!?!?!?!? yikes yikes yikes yikes yikes this makes me squirmy

#there goes my 'I hate him as a producer but he seems like a nice guy' lmao #I am also curious if SHE was his age or is also younger because it gets way more yikes if she's way older

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nkikio · 1 month

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Just something I made at midnight :D

I put my stuff down, and head towards the gym. I saw Maya talking to someone, but she quickly went to choir. I'm in the gym for a couple minutes, then Amanda walks in. "Amanda :D" "hi :D". I then tell her that Zack said "me gusta comer Gato" in spanish. She was indeed surprised.

She then had to leave for gym a, where Ms.madden's class is almost always hidden. I had to go on the bleachers in gym c, as always. Feldkamp took attendance and said we were going to play basketball But of course, with Mr tretter's class. Ms madden's class was playing whamyball. He said we needed teams of 3, so when I saw Cassie and Emily, I decided to join their team. Our team had to play in gym c, bc gym b was for basketball players, I think. So I wasn't able to see anyone in gym a. But, during the whole entire class, I could hear Bennett literally screaming "YEAAAAA" (It happens a lot). Or at least I think it's him.. who else would it be?

The first round we had to play linnea, Kaleigh, and zahra. We weren't even properly playing, we were just taking turns shooting hoops. I was so tired, I could not stop daydreaming. The whole time. Literally no point during basketball where I was not daydreaming. Now that I think abt it, it would've been so much more embarrassing if Ms madden's class had to do basketball, bc.. there are some really good basketball players in that class..

The second round we played Forest, and 2 other guys I don't remember the names of. One kinda looked like evan. Forest seemed to be trying to teach Emily abt basketball.. bc he was explaining something abt a checkup with the ball? I don't even know how I remember stuff they said while being so tired.

During the first 2 rounds of 10 minute games, Cassie would wake me up by passing me the ball like 1 time per game, which I was fine with. At least it wasn't a million times.

For the 3rd and final round, we had to play against Sophie and her friends, including Natalie and Camryn. But the thing was, they were not playing and just sitting on the bleachers for the whole class. So of course, we couldn't play them. None of us three wanted to ask them to play since we know how that would go, so we just sat on the bleachers. I day dreamed a bit, watched Gavin's game, and looked at the timer thing on the wall. But while watching Gavin's game, I had realized something.

One of the many guys I didnt know the name of, someone on the team said his name. I always called this person James since they kinda look like james. It turns out their name was actually lucas. This made me scan him for a bit. Was this the Lucas that rizzed the statue? I saw signs. The face, the hat, the hair..

It was indeed the Lucas who rizzed the statue. This surprised me bc I thought I hadn't seen Lucas since 7th grade. Ig I was wrong. He wasnt a short king.

Cassie and Emily had some interesting conversations while I watched the game, but we'll talk abt those later. The timer finally ended, and both 2 classes went to the locker rooms. I waited outside the gym doors for Amanda, but realized madden's class was still playing. So I went back to the locker room.

I grab my stuff, and I'm abt to leave the locker room when suddenly, I see Lyla running into the locker room, being chased by amanda. I asked Amanda what happened. She said she was walking, and just started sprinting. She says it's funny, do that's why she did it. We then started talking about characters with a few others, while Lyla hid from amanda at the stalls. We then start walking out as I tell Lyla she can come out of her hiding spot. She didnt. Then Amanda said "cya loser!".

this is a pretty random story, but thx for reading :)

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prettygirlstothefloor · 4 years

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missing these boys a lot lately... hoping someday in the future we can have concerts again so i can be with my favorite people again

#bleachers #bleachersmusic #jack antonoff #jackantonoff #my photos #my pictures #my photography #you ever remember that jack posted the bottom two on his ig story?#and the fact that he's posted the last picture twice now?#my fave boy #taylor swift

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tinypinkheart · 3 years

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:^)

#treatin my tags like a private story since only like 3 irl friends follow this blog #lmao n e ways #my birthday is in 2 days and for some reason birthdays make me wanna kms #but im never gonna vocalize that to my friends bc i dont wanna be that downer bitch #idk shit is just real bleak and im trying so hard to make the best of things #like things were supposed to feel better than this!? why do things feel so.....bad???#and i fucking miss ben but he's being all sorts of confusing and at this point id be shocked if i even get a 'hbd' from him so #but yeah #NoT a No tHo #also my vp wont stop alluding to #like if she gets too stressed shell quit and like #girl if I get too stressed ill kill myself but sure you go ahead and ignore your emails for two weeks straight #for ur mental health uwu ill just suffer ig #ahaha fuck man #n e ways....stream Comeback by Carly Rae and Bleachers

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natsfirecat · 3 years

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Dance AU with Natasha Romanoff x Reader. Fluffy confession please! Thanks!

Go With Me?

summary: one high school dance can change your life forever

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: swearing, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N anon i’m so so sorry this took so long. i couldn’t think of any ideas for awhile, then my shadowban happened. but better late than never ig? also i turned this into a high school AU cuz it was the only idea i could think of with the dance part. hope you don’t mind and i hope you enjoy! :D

“Agh, shit, fuck, ow, no,” you barely made your way through the crowd of people before finding your friends.

Why you agreed to do this in the first place, you had no idea.

All you knew now, was that you were stuck and couldn’t leave.

“Finally,” Wanda said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close.

“Only 10 minutes late, I think that’s a record,” Carol teased, earning an eye roll from you.

You sighed, then stepped up on the stand with them.

You never really cared for high school football. But your friends practically begged you to go, claiming that you should at least go to one game this year.

You were very much regretting your decision now, still trying to get away from all the bodies pressed together in such a small space.

“We’re already winning,” Peter said with a grin.

You smiled back at him, not that you actually cared how your school’s football team was doing. You just hoped it would end quickly.

When your school scored again, the crowd erupted in cheers, resulting in you cringing from all the noise.

“I’m gonna get something from the concessions,” you told your friends, just wanting to get away for a few moments.

You stood back up, then walked to the edge of the bleachers before hopping down.

You kept walking until you stood in a short line of people, silently hoping the wait would be awhile.

It wasn’t that you hated your school or anything like that, it was just that games like this weren’t your thing. You loved your friends and hanging out with them, but you’d rather do something with them in a smaller, enclosed space. It was just overwhelming being around this many people.

“You don’t look happy,” a voice interrupted your thoughts from behind you.

You shrugged, turning around to face her.

“It’s interesting, you’re supposed to be happy ‘cause our school is winning.”

“Why should a simple game determine my emotions?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. It’s just what I’ve seen most people do,”

“Is it what you do?”

“No,” she admitted, laughing. “I don’t even come here for the game,”

“What do you come for then?”

“People watching,”

There was something intriguing about this girl. Her red hair fell perfectly down her shoulders as her green eyes stared into yours.

“Natasha, by the way,” she told you.

“Y/N,”

“Well, Y/N, it looks like you’re up,” she said as she gestured to the concession stand worker waiting for your order.

You nodded, turning back around. You pulled out some cash, then just ordered a soda.

When the can was handed to you, Natasha got out of line and followed you back to the bleachers.

“Why didn’t you get anything?” You asked her.

“Not really in the mood, like I said; I don’t come here for football, so I guess I don’t come here for food either,”

You didn’t say anything, but grinned as she continued walking back with you. Your friends didn’t even notice that you brought someone back with you, they were all leaning over the fence shouting as the game commenced.

“I like your vest,” you said to Natasha after a few moments of silence.

“My sister gave it to me,” she replied.

“So besides people watching, what else do you like to do?”

“I’m a dancer,”

“Do you dance for the school?”

“God no, my sister and I both do ballet with a group outside of school,”

You took a sip of your drink before replying. You couldn’t help but notice the way her green eyes never left you.

Before you could say anything, she continued on.

“My childhood wasn’t great, but ballet was one of the only things that kept us sane. Even though it could be hell at times on its own, I still loved it. I would pretend that I was on the biggest stage in the world. Besides my sister, it was the only thing I could smile about, ”

You began to frown as she told you her story.

“Sorry, I’m not quite sure why I’m telling you all of this,”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you said, then thought for a minute.

Before either of you said anything else, you made a decision and leaned in to wrap your arms around her in a hug.

It confused the both of you, she would normally back away and probably punch someone who did that, and you weren’t that much of a hugger in the first place, much less for someone you’ve known for less than 20 minutes.

Despite your shock, you stayed there, holding her close. She wasn’t sure why, but she wrapped her arms around you too, savoring the moment.

When the crowd around you erupted again at the score, you held her tighter, focusing on her breathing while trying to drown out the other noise.

You were smiling widely when you finally pulled apart,

“Can we take a picture?” You blurted out. “It’s just, I never thought I’d have fun going to a football game. You proved me wrong, and I’d like evidence to remember,”

She laughed, then nodded.

You eagerly pulled your phone out, leaning back into her again.

Her smile almost made your jaw drop, but you kept composed and kept your own smile while you took the picture.

“Thanks,” you told her.

“You’re in 8th period history, right?”

“Yeah,”

She let out a satisfied breath, then turned her attention back to the field as the final few seconds were on the clock.

“Well, I’ll see you in 8th period then, Y/N,” she told you.

“You’re not gonna watch the end?”

“It’s 56-0, I really don’t think it’s necessary,”

“Fair,”

You both chuckled for a moment before smiling at each other

“Bye, Natasha. See you!”

As you sat in the passenger seat of Carol’s car, you drowned out the voices of your friends and began to get lost in your own thoughts.

You rarely hugged anyone. You only hugged your friends on special occasions. You still weren’t sure why you hugged Natasha like that.

All you knew was that you wanted to hug her again.

You wanted to wrap your arms around her and feel her warmth as you buried your face in her neck. You wanted to feel her heartbeat against your chest as she pulled you close. You never wanted to let go.

“Y/N,” Peter said, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Who was that girl you were with?”

“Natasha,” you told him, trying to hide your smile.

“She seemed nice,” Wanda pointed out. You shrugged in response, trying so desperately to hide your blushing.

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of her, won’t we, Y/N?” Carol said as she faced you, giving you a knowing look.

At this point, you knew your cheeks were bright red.

“Hopefully.”

Your hopes and Carol’s prediction came true, to no surprise at all.

As you began to walk to the cafeteria, you were stopped by a redhead suddenly stepping in front of you in the hallway.

“Hi.”

“Hey,”

You shifted your gaze to the wall behind her, hoping to prevent the blood from rushing to your cheeks.

“I usually eat lunch in here. It’s a lot quieter than the cafeteria. Wanna join me?”

“Yeah, I’d love that,”

She grinned, then motioned for you to follow her back into the room she just came from.

Already in the room were two of the school guidance counselors; Fury and Hill.

“Hi,” you said to them awkwardly while Natasha pulled your seat out for you.

Both of them waved to you before turning back to each other.

“They’re old family friends,” Natasha explained to you. “They’ve helped my sister and me a lot,”

You nodded in response as she sat down across from you. Before saying anything else, she pulled out a bag containing a peanut butter sandwich.

“What do you normally do in here?” You asked her.

“There’s a lot of board games,” she said, gesturing to the cabinet. “Before my friend Clint graduated, we would always play and keep track of who had the most wins. Obviously I did,”

You laughed, looking at the games.

“I love that. So what do you do now that he’s graduated?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but Hill answered for her.

“She challenges us to games now,”

“Does she win?” You asked with a smirk.

Natasha almost looked offended as she began to eat her lunch.

“What do you wanna play?” She asked as you had started to eat yours.

You took a moment, looking at everything on the shelf.

“Chess?” You suggested. “I’m not very good, but I’ve been wanting to learn more about it,”

She smiled, then grabbed the chessboard and began setting it up.

You couldn’t help but notice how Fury and Hill whispered to each other every few minutes, glancing at you.

Once Natasha finished setting up the board, she placed it between the two of you.

She let you be have the white pieces, so you went first. Moving one of your pawns two spaces.

She mimicked your move with one of her own pawns.

You moved your knight, she moved her bishop.

You moved another pawn, she moved her knight.

After a few more moves, you took her rook.

“Yes!” You said, pulling your fists towards your body in celebration.

She gave an apologetic smile before using her knight to trap your queen in the spot of protecting your king.

Fury laughed as Hill handed him a five dollar bill. Despite the fact that she had made a really good move, Natasha glared at them.

You made a pouty face as you moved another piece towards your king, unable to move your queen out of the way.

The look you were giving her just made it even harder, but she took your queen anyway.

Soon enough, she had you in checkmate.

“Well, I did warn you that I’m not very good,” you told her, shrugging.

She tossed a grape into her mouth, shifting her position so she was sitting on her knees.

“Want one?” She asked, changing the subject.

When you nodded, she tossed one towards you, expecting you to catch it in your mouth the way she did.

Instead, it landed on your cheek, then bounced onto the floor.

She laughed, then tossed you another one. This time, it didn’t even hit your face at all before landing on the floor.

“Natasha, don’t waste any more grapes,” you said, laughing.

“Fine then,”

She pulled out another grape, but instead of tossing it, she leaned forward and held it out for you to take it right from her hand.

Just as you swallowed it, the bell rang.

“You girls will not be late on my watch. Get to class,” Fury said, earning a frown from both of you.

The two of you exited the room together, waving goodbye to the guidance counselors.

“So, I’ll see you in 8th period?” You asked.

“It’s tempting, now that I have a reason to look forward to that class. But considering that there’s a test today, I think I’m better off skipping that class,”

“Oh,” you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed. “Don’t let Fury or Hill catch you,”

“Don’t worry about me,”

You grinned, then waved goodbye as the three-minute bell rang.

As the rest of the day went on, you had one thing on your mind; Natasha Romanoff.

When you got home, you still had butterflies thinking about her. In fact, you probably bombed your test because you couldn’t get Natasha out of your thoughts.

Even when Peter facetimed you, nothing he said was registering. You simply stared off at the wall, tuning his voice out.

“Y/N,” his voice finally registered.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t answer my question, where were you at lunch today?”

“I was with Natasha,”

You angled the phone away from your face, knowing that there was no way you’d be able to hide your blushing.

“Wait really? Ooh, so when do we get to meet your girlfriend?”

“Shut up, she’s not my girlfriend. It’s been one day.”

Well, one day turned into two. Which turned into three, and of course that turned into four.

Now, you had been eating with Natasha every day for the past week.

“Think carefully, Y/N,” she told you as you stared at the chessboard.

You had been playing for around 10 minutes, and she had only taken two of your pawns, and one of your knights.

You grabbed your rook, and began to move it a few rows forwards.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,”

“How do I know you’re not trying to trick me?”

“I guess you don’t. But you did say that you wanted to learn chess, right? You could think of this as me giving you a lesson,”

You sighed, then nodded at her. She gave you a satisfied smile, then placed her hand over yours and moved your hand until it had moved the rook to the right spot.

“Now,” she said, smiling even wider. “You’ve trapped my knight. Your bishop is in the perfect place to attack it, but I only have one open spot. Now, your rook is covering that spot,”

You turned your head to the side, then looked at what she was showing you.

“Okay,” you said, returning her smile.

“Would you look at that,” Fury’s voice interrupted you. “She’s learning.”

Another week had passed, and just as before, you spent every day with Natasha during lunch.

Your friends knew, and they would sometimes look in at you guys, sending knowing smiles. You would shoo them away before they teased you. You knew they had good intentions though.

“Hey!” Natasha said, walking up to you in the hall.

“Nat!” You waved, meeting her halfway.

“You’re on your way to English, right?”

“Yep! But I wanted to ask you something?”

“Oh?”

“Well, I really like eating lunch and playing chess with you. But I thought maybe it’d be a fun idea if we went to the cafeteria and ate together today. Plus, I’d like to introduce you to my friends!”

She thought about it for a minute. Once she saw the way you were looking at her, she couldn’t say no.

“Okay,”

“Really? Yay! See you there!”

She noticed her heart flutter as you made your way to your next class. She wanted to deny it, but all she could think about was the way you smiled at her. Rather, the way you’ve been smiling at her.

She would never get tired of it.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Carol said to her, giving you a smirk.

“Nice to meet you too,” Natasha replied, waving at all three of them.

“Y/N’s told us about all your chess games at lunch!” Wanda told her, resulting in a blush from both you and Natasha.

“Hi,” was all Peter said as he sat down.

Natasha sat next to you at the table as you talked and ate with your friends.

She didn’t really care about what they were saying, so she tuned them out. She took a few bites of her food, but her eyes never left you.

You glanced over at her every few minutes, making eye contact and exchanging a smile before turning back to your friends.

“So what are you doing next weekend, Natasha?” Carol asked, snapping the redhead out of her thoughts.

“What?”

“Next weekend, what are you doing?”

“Oh. I hadn’t really thought about it if I’m being honest,”

Carol smirked at you, then at Natasha.

Next weekend was homecoming. You and your friends had agreed to go together if you couldn’t find dates. Carol of course, was in denial about pining over Maria Rambeau. You would most definitely be pressuring her into asking her later. Peter wasn’t interested in anyone at the moment, and Wanda was still in the process of getting over her breakup with Vision.

You had been fine with going with them, but you saw the way Carol kept looking between you and Natasha so you knew what she was thinking.

Before you could say anything, you were saved by the 10 minute bell. Even though you still had quite some time before class, you usually liked to get there early to avoid hallway traffic.

“I’ll walk you to class,” Natasha offered as you began to get up.

Feeling the butterflies appear in your stomach again, you waved goodbye to your friends and made your way into the hallway with Natasha at your side.

You noticed the way her pinky brushed against yours as you walked side by side.

“You okay?” She asked, noticing how red your face was.

You simply nodded, hoping you wouldn’t sweat from how nervous she was making you.

Natasha stopped for a moment, held her hand against your cheek (which made your heart race) then smiled.

You stood there like that for a few moments until someone bumped into you, pushing you out of Natasha’s reach.

You ended up against the lockers as the crowd of people began to overflow the hallway. Luckily, you happened to be right outside of your next class.

Natasha pushed her way against the incoming flow of people until she was next to you again. You weren’t even sure why she did that, considering you were going to history class, which you had together.

Once she was against the lockers too, she grabbed your wrist, and pulled you back into the hallway until you made it through the classroom doors.

You were breathing heavily at this point, but grateful to not be swamped by other people.

Natasha finally let go of your wrist, then sat down at the seat she had been sitting at for the past few weeks. There were technically no assigned seats in the class, so she had moved from where she usually sat so she could sit by you.

She got her homework out, which reminded you of the fact that it was due today.

“Shit,” you muttered, pulling out the sheet that only had two sentences written.

Natasha saw your panicked look, then pulled her phone out.

“Okay,” she said, nodding as she pretended to be on a call. She met your teacher’s eyes as she continued the fake call.

“I’m so, so sorry, Miss,” she said in an exasperated voice. “I need to get home immediately, it’s my mother. I can’t be picked up, and Y/N is the one who drove me here. I’ll call Ms. Hill later and have her excuse our absences, but we need to go,”

Your teacher sighed, but nodded her head at the redhead.

Natasha continued her worried expression towards the rest of the class, but winked at you as soon as she got out the door, you following close behind.

“Nat!” You scolded as she began walking to the parking lot. “What was that for?”

“Helping you avoid a zero on a major essay. You’re welcome, by the way,”

“Yeah, but we’re not actually gonna have an excused absence!”

“Sure we will. I’ll convince Fury,”

“And if you can’t?”

“Relax a bit, we’ll be fine,”

You sighed before realizing you were standing next to an unfamiliar bike.

“We might as well leave early since we can. Hop on,”

She pulled her keys out, then grabbed her helmet from her bag.

Taking a step closer to you, she carefully placed it on your head before smiling.

“What about you?” You asked as she sat in the driver’s seat, motioning for you to follow behind.

She shrugged,

“I’ll be fine,”

That didn’t stop you from letting out a disappointed sigh before you sat behind her.

“Hold on tight,” she said as she looked forward, which you rolled your eyes in response.

As if you needed to be told that.

You let out a squeal when she turned the engine on, squeezing your arms even tighter around her.

She chuckled, then looked back to make sure you were okay before exiting the parking lot.

You kept your eyes closed for at least the first three minutes of driving. You only opened them when you were stopped at a red light.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,”

You huffed out another sigh as she began driving forward sometimes.

Of course this had to be the person you were hopelessly crushing on.

Natasha took you down a few roads until you reached the local part of town.

She parked the motorcycle, then began to lead you through the streets. You were still feeling nervous about missing class, but the majority of your nerves were coming from the way Natasha’s hand kept brushing up against yours.

She stopped once you were in front of an ice cream shop.

“We ditched class for ice cream?”

“No, we ditched class so you wouldn’t fail. Ice cream is just a nice bonus,”

You laughed, causing her to smile widely. She couldn’t deny her own butterflies at this point. She loved hearing you laugh, and it made her even happier knowing she was the reason for it.

She led you up to the counter, pulling her wallet out of her jacket as you looked through the options.

Your heart melted at how she insisted on paying, she went as far as glaring at you when you even started to touch your own money.

You got a single scoop of cookies and cream, while she got cherry vanilla. You exchanged another smile as you walked out of the shop, taking a few licks of your ice cream.

Instead of walking through the busy streets again, she led you behind the building away from everything.

At this point, you decided it was best not to question her. Which seemed to satisfy her as she led you to who knows where.

As it turns out, she was taking you to a secluded area with a few trees.

So naturally, she handed you her ice cream cone as she began to climb up the tree, stopping at a low branch. She took her cone back, along with yours, holding them both with one hand so she could use her other hand to reach out to you.

Once you sat next to her, you took your ice cream back, taking a few more licks while you sat there in silence.

You tried to calm yourself as you began to realize just how close she was to you. She seemed to notice this too, as she snaked her hand across her lap onto yours, placing it over your own hand.

That seemed to give you enough confidence to scoot closer to her, leaning your head onto her shoulder.

“Homecoming is stupid,” Natasha said, earning a nod from you. “Wanna go with me?”

You had been looking forward to it ever since she asked you. You still spent lunch with her, but you hadn’t held hands or done anything like that since that day.

Your friends were almost more excited than you. Wanda and Peter completely took over for dress shopping, wanting to get the perfect look for you. Meanwhile Carol, took it upon herself to tell you everything you should do with Natasha at the dance.

You had made an agreement for Natasha to pick you up at your house. And you made her promise not to pick you up with her motorcycle. There was no way in hell you would be riding a motorcycle in a dress, especially to homecoming.

So, she ended up showing up in a car. There was someone else in the backseat, a younger blonde girl. She looked out the window and waved at you as Natasha stepped out to greet you.

“Wow…” you said, looking at her dress. She looked absolutely perfect.

“Hi,” she breathed out, admiring what you were wearing.

“Hey,”

At this point, you knew your face was about as red as her hair.

“Are we ready to go?” You asked, breaking the silence again.

She nodded, then opened the passenger door for you.

“Hello!” Came the voice from the back. “I’ve heard all about you,”

“Hi!” You said, waving to her through the mirror.

“Y/N, this is my sister Yelena.”

“Hi, Yelena! Nice to meet you,”

“Yep, so wonderful that you’re here with us, Yelena,” Natasha said through gritted teeth as she backed out.

Yelena rolled her eyes, then leaned forward to talk to you.

“She needed my help stealing our Dad’s car out of the garage. I told her I’d only help her if she gave me a ride too,”

“You stole your dad’s car for this?”

Natasha shrugged sheepishly, keeping her eyes on the road.

You hated the fact that your heart melted at that. You did enjoy Yelena’s company, but like Natasha, you were starting to wish you were alone with her in the car.

“You know…” Yelena began. “I’ve noticed how happy Natasha has been lately. It’s nice to finally meet the reason for it,”

“Yelena,” Natasha whisper-yelled, feeling herself blushing again.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you admired the redhead you were so desperately crushing on.

Yelena’s knowing gaze switched between you and Natasha, she resisted the urge to make another comment the entire way to the school.

Once you arrived, Yelena got out of the car and walked in without another word, finally leaving you alone with Natasha.

You met her at the other end of the car, where she took a deep breath before interlacing her fingers with yours. You tried to slow your breathing, worried that your nervousness would cause your hand to get all sweaty while she was holding it.

As you made your way toward the entrance, she kept her gaze forward but never let go of your hand.

Even while standing in line, she kept her grip tight, but gave you a soft smile every few minutes.

Once you finally got through the line, she walked even closer to you as you walked to the crowded gym.

The music was loud, and there were people everywhere. It definitely wasn’t your scene. But, you were glad to be here with Natasha.

“Y/N!” Came the voices of your friends as they ran up from behind you.

“Hi!” You said, turning around to face them.

Carol smirked once she saw yours and Natasha’s hands, but said nothing. Peter grinned at the both of you, and Wanda gave you a friendly wink.

“Did you finally ask Maria out?” You asked Carol, who glared in response.

“Why not ask her to dance if you see her here?” Natasha suggested.

“Perfect timing,” you said as the music changed. “They’re doing a slow song right now!”

Carol sighed, then ultimately decided to take the advice as she left.

Before you knew it, Natasha had spun you around to face her.

She had her arms wrapped around your body as she began to sway to the song. You let out a few shaky breaths, but kept your grip on her firm.

You stared into her green eyes, and your nerves suddenly began to go away. Of course, you still had the butterflies from being like this with her, but the nerves caused by your surroundings had started to fade.

You were no longer anxious about all the people and music, it almost felt like they weren’t there in the first place.

All that mattered was the girl right in front of you.

“I have something to tell you,” you said, keeping eye contact. She nodded for you to continue, prompting you to take another deep breath. “I really really like you, Natasha. I’ve had feelings for people before, but it’s different with you. I don’t know what it is, but all I know is that I wanna be around you forever.”

She was now smiling wider than you’d ever seen. She leaned in close, your faces inches apart.

“I feel the same way, Y/N,” she said. “There was something about you from the moment we met. I’m not sure what it is either, but I wanna be around you forever too.”

Your heart did a backflip as she leaned in even closer.

Closer.

Holy shit you were kissing.

It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, her lips moved softly against yours as she kept her arms around you. You moved your hands up, putting one against her cheek and running your hand through her hair with the other.

When you finally broke apart for air, you both still had the biggest smiles.

“I’m so glad I went to the football game that night,”

“Me too,”

It didn’t take long before your lips were reconnected. At this point, everything was completely drowned out. Natasha was the only thing on your mind as her tongue began to explore your mouth.

“Ladies,” a voice interrupted your moment.

Natasha glared at the teacher, but kept her arms tight around you, almost in a protective manner.

“While this is a dance, we have a firm rule here about public displays of affection. What I just witnessed was very much a violation of the rules.

Natasha rolled her eyes, then grabbed your hand once again. She led you through the crowd of people until you reached the door.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Well, apparently public displays of affection aren’t allowed. So how about private displays of affection instead?”

You grinned, then nodded as she led you back to her car.

“I can take us someplace,” she offered.

You didn’t care where you were, you just wanted to be with Natasha right here and now. You already missed the taste of her lips.

As you got back in the car, she only drove with one hand. The other was connected to yours. She brought your hand up to her mouth a few times, pressing a gentle kiss onto it.

Eventually, she drove you up to a hill, stopping at the top.

She lay down on the hood of the car, motioning for you to join.

Once you did, she wasted no time in kissing you again. You couldn’t get enough of her, and she couldn’t get enough of you.

“Thanks for making homecoming fun,” she said between kisses.

“Thank you,” you replied once she began to kiss your neck. “But I hope you don’t get in trouble for the car,”

“I think I’ll be fine. Besides, even if he finds out, I think he’ll be more understanding once he learns I did it for my girlfriend,”

“Girlfriend?”

“Is that okay?”

“More than okay.”

She grazed her lips against yours once more, unable to stop the smile forming on her face. She had never felt this happy with anyone before, and she couldn’t imagine herself being this happy with anyone except for you.

As much as you hated social events, you found that they worked out for you in the end. You were with the perfect girl, and happier than ever.

Eventually, you’d come to find out that your happiness would turn into forever. All because of Natasha Romanoff.

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blurglesmurfklaine · 3 years

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Thanks for the Doritos!

Pairing: Klaine | Rating: T | Words: 1,410 | Tropes/Genres: BabBoy!Blaine, humor, friends to lovers, crime

Summary: Kurt and BadBoy!Blaine try to lift some chips from the local convenience store. Things don't go exactly as planned.

A/N: did i proofred this? no <3 i was anxious about my first day back at work and wrote this instead sorry not sorry Based on this this batshit tumblr post that gives me ALL the serotonin warnings for a non-canon character holding a gun and crime ig

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“This is stupid. It’s not gonna work.”

“How would you know? We haven’t even tried it.”

“I feel like there’s a better way to satiate your case of the munchies than shoplifting from a Seven-Eleven.”

“The clerk gets paid the same whether or not the bastard CEOs of the company lose a couple of bucks. Unless you’ve magically conjured up a wad of cash?”

“You know I haven’t.” Kurt almost growls. Blaine doesn’t mean it that way, but they’ve had enough conversations about Burt’s medical bills that he should know tight money is a sensitive topic for Kurt. The defensive fire in his belly dies down a little when Blaine reaches out to squeeze his hand—his free one holding his trusty skateboard—reminding Kurt he’s not alone in his suffering.

Until meeting Blaine, Kurt would spend his afternoons at home, with nothing except reruns of Golden Girls to keep him company while he prepared his dad’s dinner.

And then one cold October afternoon, while Kurt was hiding from Karofsky and Azimio under the bleacher, he nearly tripped over a mass of black clothing. The bundle of black subsequently sat up, revealing a head of unkempt curls and a disgruntled snarl that softened into a smirk upon seeing Kurt’s face.

He offered Kurt a cigarette, his hand, and his name.

Ever since then, Blaine has shown Kurt in numerous ways that you don’t need to do anything to have a good time. All you need is a roof, the night, and two people who, for some reason neither can quite explain, care about each other.

“Don’t act so high and mighty, Hummel. We both know you’re no stranger to theft.”

“I’ve never stolen a thing in my life!”

Blaine looks over and makes a dramatic pouty face, complete with pleading puppy-dog eyes that make Kurt’s knees too weak for his liking. “Tell that to my weeping heart. I’m still picking up the pieces from you refusing my several offers of marriage.”

Kurt’s face burns red and he huffs, yanking his hand away. Blaine always does this. Ruins the moment with some dramatic, over-the-top fake flirting, as if he doesn’t know what he looks like—as if he doesn’t know Kurt’s head over heels for one of McKinley High’s most notorious bad boys. For God’s sake, he’s about to commit a misdemeanor just to get him a couple of bugles. Of course he’s in love with Blaine.

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

“As you wish.”

Kurt walks in first, gives a friendly smile and half-wave to the cashier before heading to the chip aisle. He loiters there for a minute or two before Blaine walks in, heading straight to the counter where he’ll pretend to be looking for a specific cigarette brand he can’t remember the name of.

The second the clerk has his back turned, Kurt ducks to the ground and rips open his backpack, quickly and quietly throwing an assortment of chips in, only pausing when he grabs a bag of Doritos. A smile cracks his face; they’re Blaine’s favorite.

He’s so preoccupied with putting extra ones in there, that he doesn’t even hear the ding from the bell of the front door.

The way Blaine will tell the story to Kurt later that night—and to others for years to come—he’ll say that the first thing he saw was the barrel of a shotgun sticking up above the stand of newspapers by the entrance, and that’s all it took for him to rush to Kurt’s side.

Kurt’s zipping up the backpack when there’s a familiar hand on his shoulder, and Blaine’s panicked face in front of his.

“Guy with a gun just walked in,” he exhales in a terrified breath.

Kurt’s eyes go wide as dinner plates, and although the shouting he can hear coming from the front of the store confirms it, he still can’t believe it. “There’s—what!?” he whisper-shouts. Almost instinctively, he tries to stand up to look over the aisle, but Blaine drags him back down.

“Get down!”

“Oh fuck,” Kurt cries, adrenaline spiking when he hears the robber’s angry shouts of curse words and demands of money. “We have to do something.”

Blaine nods, and his immediate agreement makes Kurt fall that much more in love with this idiot. “He can’t see us here. I’ll stay here, you go to the next aisle over. I’ll create a distraction, and I need you to—god, Kurt, if anything happens to you,” he places a tan hand in Kurt’s pale face, and the warmth makes Kurt gasp, “I need you to leave okay? Don’t you dare wait for me. Call the cops when you’re out.”

“But I—”

“Call the cops.”

There’s no time to argue, so Kurt just nods and hurriedly crouches his way to the right, until he’s in the aisle out of the robber’s eye line, but can still see him.

A second later, he hears Blaine’s skateboard collide with the metal of the counter and figures that’s his cue to run.

Now’s his chance to run straight out of the convenience store, like Blaine told him to. Like he most certainly should… but the robber’s turning towards the chip aisle, where Blaine is. The robber is turning to the chip aisle where Blaine is and has a fucking gun, and after months of overthinking this thing he has with Blaine—a friendship, but also implicitly more—Kurt doesn’t think at all.

With the robber’s back to him, Kurt breaks out into a sprint and tackles the lanky man to the floor.

Kick knacks, candies, and various other impulse buy items go flying as Kurt messily pins the disoriented thief to the floor in front of a large metal stand full of cookies.

Blaine comes from the other side, seemingly out of nowhere and frozen momentarily in shock. Through magic, some sort of telepathic bond, or sheer luck, he manages to read Kurt’s mind and as soon as Kurt scrambles off the man, heaves the metal stand on top of the assailant.

They share a wide-eyed look of panic, an unspoken agreement, before bolting out.

Blaine hops over the groaning robber to the previous aisle, to pick up his skateboard. Meanwhile, Kurt’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he locates the rifle, still alarmingly close to the robber’s hand.

It won’t even register until about an hour later that holy fucking shit he was holding a loaded gun, but for now he grabs it and runs towards the door, shoving it into the clerk’s hands before lining up with Blaine, skateboard and backpack in hand.

The clerk looks at them with equal parts shock and gratitude, before turning the rifle on the robber to ensure he doesn’t try to escape.

As the two boys race out the door, Kurt tosses out a “Thanks for the Doritos!” to the clerk.

They don’t stop running for a solid minute, but when they do Kurt’s hamstrings are burning and his lungs are on fire, throat sore from breathing in the cold air too quickly.

Hands on his knees and still panting, he looks at Blaine. “Oh, my god.”

Blaine looks up at him from a similar position, breaking out into a wide, beaming grin that morphs into a fit of laughter. “We just did that.”

“That was reckless,” Kurt says, astonished for a moment before joining Blaine in his laughter.

Laughter slowly dying down into chuckles, Blaine stands up straight and cups Kurt’s cheeks in his palms.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly, hints of laughter still lighting up his voice.

Before Kurt can throw his eyes back into his skull—because Blaine always says he loves Kurt, as a friend, of course—Blaine’s lips are on his, warm and solid against the cool autumn air and taking what little breath Kurt has away.

He’s a little more than speechless when they finally break apart. Blaine isn’t.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“I… w-wait, so… this whole time… you weren’t fake flirting with me?”

“I mean, I might’ve been a little too playful with it, but I was hoping eventually you’d take the hint.”

“I… don’t do well with hints.”

“Alright, no more hints. In that case, can I just kiss you again?”

Kurt barely restrains a hiccuped little laugh. “You, Blaine Anderson, can kiss me anytime you’d like.”

And from that day on, he does.

#klaine #glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #wow look at me im writing!

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kzuhadovey · 3 years

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i love you

character: miya atsumu x reader

type: angst

warnings: fuckboy!atsumu, no happy ending

song recommendation: i love you - billie eilish

this may seem like a happy lovey dovey fanfic but i think it’ll stab you in the guts aha- anyways sorry if this is too long, i got in the zone <3

edit: so someone requested for a part 2 to this story, so i wrote it! to read it, click here.

You were undeniably, so deeply in love. With who, you may ask? Miya Atsumu, of course. He was Inarizaki’s playboy- more like a cheaper version of Oikawa. He was deemed Japan’s best high school setter, and many girls confessed their love to him daily. You and Atsumu were close friends- you were the manager for their volleyball team so you were surely close to all of them. But there was something about him that made you realize- you were so utterly in love. The way you would laugh a bit too hard at his jokes, and the way you stared too long at him, and the way your heart would pinch at the sight of him with other people. You hated that you felt this way- it would ruin everything if you confessed. So you suppressed these feelings, even if you knew they would all spill out eventually.

You yawned as you walked into the Inarizaki Volleyball room, they were just about to start practice. “Good morning Y/N.” A familiar voice says, slinging their arm over your shoulder. “Good morning to you too… Atsumu.” You mutter back, zipping up your backpack. “Sorry we made you attend this early, Nationals are coming up,” Kita says. You nod and try to ignore the loud thumping of your heart as Atsumu attaches himself closer to you. “We should start practice. I’ll get your bottles ready.” You say, trying to wretch Atsumu’s arm from your shoulder. “Go practice, Tsumu. Don’t get distracted.” You manage to mutter out quickly before walking away. You can just feel the stare that Atsumu’s giving you- you’ve been ignoring him for the past week or so- a mere attempt at hiding your feelings.

“Oi, Y/N. What are you gonna do about Atsumu?” Osamu asked nonchalantly as you stuffed a pile of celery down your throat. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, your cheeks warming up by the second. “Well shit Y/N. You blind or something?” Osamu asks, rolling his eyes. “He has an obvious crush on you.” You almost choke on your food as you process what he just said. “Crush? Me? Pfft- how?” You ask, a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t possible… or was it? “He’s touchy, he talks about you a lot, and-” “And what Osamu? He’s touchy with everyone. I bet he only says that I’m kind and all that bullshit but he doesn’t actually like me because he’s Miya Atsumu.” You snap and Osamu chuckles. “Okay geez- don’t have to get defensive,” Osamu says, a smug smile plastered on his face. “You’re so mean.” You say, a small pout on your face as you start eating your food again. Was it really that impossible for Atsumu to like you?

atsumuu~ oi y/n. psst. y/n :0 huh what atsumuu~ you wanna sneak out? rn? y/n :0 -_- it’s like 2 am atsumuu~ yet you’re still not asleep my dear come on I’ll meet you at the park if you wanna y/n :0 you crazy bitch.

You sighed heavily- you couldn’t help but comply to Atsumu- it was something that happened every time he asked you for something. You blew softly at your cold hands as you made your way to a famous park you and the team liked to go to. The night air stabbed through your lungs as you took a deep breath and jumped over the gates, hoping that no one you knew was there. “Y/N!~” Atsumu’s voice was heard from across the small garden section, and you squinted your eyes. He looked half-asleep, but his eyes still shone as bright as ever. “Tsumu. Hey.” You said, shooting him a small smile as you made your way to him. “Look! We can sit on the swings- it looks especially pretty at night.” Atsumu said excitedly as he pointed to a pair of swings. You chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Alright then.”

You were sat on the swings, thoughts quietly running through your head as Atsumu rambled on and on about volleyball. “Y/N. Oi. Are you paying attention?” Atsumu asks, a sharp tone in his voice. You shrug away from your thoughts and smile sheepishly at Atsumu. “Sorry. I was daydreaming.” You say fixing your sitting position quickly. “Oh? Daydreaming about what, my darling?” Atsumu asks, leaning in closer. Your breath hitches at that nickname- he’s dangerously close to you- you’re pretty sure you’re about to faint at the proximity he’s in. “Nothing in particular.” You decide to mutter out, a feeling of warmth creeping in your cheeks. “Are you sure?” Atsumu asks again, and this time, his face is right above yours. You can smell him- he smelled like honeycakes and cologne. His breath is warm against yours, and if you lean in a bit more, you’re kissing. “Getting nervous, Y/N?” Atsumu chuckles lightly before pulling away, making you sigh in relief. “Shut up.”

y/n :0 tsumu tsumu tsumu are you ignoring me YOU’RE ONLINE ON IG BRO tsumuu read

You huff angrily at your phone. So he was on Instagram and clearly texting in the team group chat but he’s ignoring you? Piece of shit, you think to yourself as you head over on Instagram in an attempt to contact him again. You’re about to click on the DM icon when something catches your eye. Atsumu posted something new. A girl clinging on his shoulder. They’re… kissing.

“me and my girl ^__^“

Your heart nearly stops as you read over the caption again. Me and my girl. He surely meant as a friend right?- wait, they were kissing. Was this some kind of dream? Was this a joke? You choose not to like the picture and you shoved your phone away from you. Was he just playing with you? Was this all a sick, stupid game to him? You hiss quietly as you feel tears prick your eyes. You surely remembered having a connection- that night at the park. Was that nothing too?

You managed to get a bit of sleep last night- but you were still sleepy as fuck. It felt as if someone was stabbing your head over and over and the walls were closing in on you. Your eyes were still slightly red and puffy and splotches of foundation on your under-eyes were a shitty attempt at you covering up your dark eye bags. You tried your best to make it through class- it took almost all your willpower to not just flop asleep right then and there. Worse, you had volleyball practice with the boys. Today was the worst day to have volleyball practice, considering your… situation. You walked into the room with a heavy sigh and immediately sat down on one of the bleachers. Maybe Coach Kurosu could let you catch a wink of sleep. “H- Woah Y/N you look like the nun!” Osamu says once he’s seen you. You sigh, a hint of annoyance in your voice. “Just- warm-up or whatever. I’m okay.” You mutter, leaning back and snuggling into your backpack.

“Y/N~ You look ghostly my dear.”

Your eyes shoot open at that voice. The one that’s caused you pain, agony, and the voice that made you reconsider whether you were worth anything or not. “Hey. Hello.” Atsumu called out again, waving his hand in front of your face, trying to catch your attention. “Atsumu.” You could barely speak- all of the memories were rushing to your head, and you were definitely pissed off. “Come, let’s get you some water-” “Stop, Atsumu.” He was definitely surprised at the sharp tone of your voice. “Woah- what’s got your ass today?” Atsumu asks, chuckling. “Just stop it. I’m not a game for you to play- do I look like fucking Jumanji to you?” You say, standing up. You’re fuming- an indescribable feeling coursing through your veins. “Huh? What did Osamu do to you, heh-” Atsumu reaches out to touch your shoulder but you flinch. “Stop it. Why are you doing this? Acting like you care for me and shit.” You said, packing up your bags. “But Y/N, I do care for-” “No you don't! You flirt with me all the fucking time but you don’t actually make a move on me. And don’t you think I know about your little- girlfriend?” You snapped, glaring at him. “I’m so tired of this shit.” You say, tears finally pricking your eyes. “Y/N- I- I didn’t mean it like that,” Atsumu says, panic settling in his eyes.

“No, because you meant it like that. You wanted to flirt with me, to try and confuse me, and it’s so fucking tiring because I love you!” Atsumu freezes, and the whole team’s attention is diverted to you. “It’s so tiring, trying to love you because I know you won’t love me back. Instead, you play these stupid games with me and I fucking hate it!” You shout, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. “I love you, and I don’t want to.” You say quietly. Atsumu is baffled- he has no idea of your feelings. “Y/N-” “Please, Atsumu. Don’t talk to me anymore.” You say, heartbroken.

In the end, he complied. You’ve seen him around in the halls, and once in a while, he would glance at you. You, of course, have moved on. He wasn’t important anyway, right? You’ve seen him stare at you- for an abnormally long time, and sometimes, you’ve seen him laugh more at your jokes. He’s in love with you. But he knows, because of a simple mistake, he’ll never have you. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll end up together in another life.

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moonysbestfriend · 2 years

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today in pd i was under the bleachers of our auditorium cause i'm fuckin scared of balls and i didn't want to be hit by one, so i was writing some homework and this BEAUTIFUL girl comes with me and sits beside me, i looked at at her and she said:

her: hi, you like louis tomlinson?

me: oh yesss

her: cool me too, you also love sirius and remus right?

(at this point i was so nervous cause SHE'S SO GORGEOUS and she knows i exist)

me: yessss, i love them

her: i know, I've seen your stories on ig, i love both of them but sirius has my heart

me: really? i love remus with my whole heart

and then we started to talk abt harry potter and the marauders, SHE SAID THAT SHE REALLY WANTED TO TALK TO ME OFMG

well that's it, i think she's my soulmate tho

#remus lupin #marauders era #sirius black #moony #marauders #moony x padfoot #padfoot #wolfstar #mauraders #louis tomlinson

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kittybellestark · 4 years

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Okay I think Time Can Heal All, But Maybe Not This has been out long enough that I can actually talk about it

If you haven’t read TCHABMNT yet there’s gonna be some spoilers but you can find it here

EDIT: I forgot to talk about May bc I did this at night when I was really tired and my brain just wanted to talk about Peter ig, that is my absolute bad so I added that in everything else is the same tho

So obvs y’all know I had troubles with getting it published here and there’s still been some struggles but I wanna actually talk about the story.

So I started writing it a few months ago but only got 7 paragraphs in before not knowing where to bring the story. Originally the line “And Peter is terrified” was supposed to end that paragraph.

After that the fic was going to be all fluff and Harley and Tony trying to reassure Peter that his insecurities aren’t going to come to fruition.

But then I had a bad day. And the story had been sitting in my drafts forever. So I figured out how to continue the story.

Make Peter feel alone.

I had to keep the snap canon because otherwise there’s be no other plausible way for all of Peter’s family to just ditch him and for Flash and Peter to become friends.

I had to make it so that everyone in Peter’s life moved on without him.

So May moved to Italy and has a boyfriend who Peter assumes will be her husband by the time he’s 20, she has her dream job and is doing what she loves.

She moved out to Italy to forget Peter. It was for selfish reasons, she lost everything in her life, her husband, his family (Peter’s parents), her parents had died years prior and now Peter is also dead. She’s left alone and she doesn’t know what to do. So May moves to Italy to forget Peter and forget the pain and grief she feels. She doesn’t want to remember him.

By trying to forget she finds a new life. She’s a version of who Peter could have become. May is alone with no one, left behind in a world that lost everything. She has a new family and she can’t give it all up to move half way across the world. May would be uprooting her whole family. She moved on from Peter. Tried her hardest to forget him.

May wants to have a relationship with Peter, she just mentally cannot handle having him back in her life because then that opens up the possibility of Ben being back in her life, or her parents, or Peter’s parents even. By acknowledging that Peter is back for more than a phone call or a FaceTime it’ll send her spiraling. May has crafted this reality for herself and it is safe and she cannot give it up.

She loves Peter, of course she does, but having him back will only hurt her more.

I still think it’s canon, in this story, that Tony reversed what Thanos did for Peter. And I couldn’t just kill Tony off either because that wouldn’t really be as painful as Peter just not having contact with him after everything.

It’s not because Tony just forgot Peter existed that they don’t really talk at the beginning. Obviously the affect of snapping left Tony seriously injuries and I referenced that in the story, “…Tony needed a lot more attention after the snap due to his injuries…” so Peter doesn’t really have the full idea of what his injuries are like, but I imagine pretty horrible, which would mean that Pepper wouldn’t be able to move him very soon.

Not to mention Morgan, who is born post snap and now the world had doubled in population and suddenly her father is so badly injuries he can’t be moved. That’s traumatizing on a child of her age, and then try and move her into the city?? That’s going to cause lasting affects on her mental health so of course the Starks are going to do what they can for Peter, but they have some really big things they need to deal with too.

But the Starks did move back into the city for him, it’s just a little late, because Peter is now going away for school. It’s not that they didn’t put an effort in to be with him, it’s just that they were spread thin between the Tony’s recovery, having Morgan cope, the company, what’s left of the avengers, trying and get themselves back to the city and being in the midst of what is probably an economic crisis.

When Peter turns 22 there’s a line “Just some empty seats and empty promises,” which isn’t much to go on, but a little bit later when Peter is thirty I wrote that Tony also has an 8 year old son. So Tony and Pepper were supposed to go to Peter’s MIT graduation, but she went into labour and they couldn’t go. It’s such a small little thing that’d be easily missed, but I wanted to sprinkle in that Tony and Pepper were trying to make an effort with Peter at least. But then they have another kid and being parents is hard enough, but now two kids? That’s hard, they’re going to forgot to prioritize Peter, especially when he hasn’t been a priority yet.

I felt it was important to give Peter someone though. Which is why Peter and Flash are friends through the story. It’s unlikely, and it wouldn’t have happened had they not been left behind. In the beginning I had wanted to have Flash and Peter get together romantically at some point, but that felt like a cop out, and too predictable. Which is why Flash ended up with Peter’s P.A, Gwen (yes Gwen Stacy). Having Flash move on with his life could either give Peter the idea that he could have what Flash has, because they’ve been in the same boat forever, or it could lead him to think that he’s incapable of having a life like that.

I had originally written that Peter tells Flash about Spider-Man, about how he can’t put on his suit without getting really bad flashbacks and panic attacks about what happened. But I didn’t want to turn this story to be about Spider-Man, because it’s not. This isn’t about Spider-Man’s struggles to get the suit back on and save people, this is about Peter’s struggles with mental health and his addiction. In my head Peter told Flash when they were still in high school, sitting on the bleachers in the evening, drinking a bottle of whiskey that Flash stole from his Dad’s liquor cabinet, which would also be the beginning to Peter’s alcoholism. But I ultimately didn’t feel like it was necessary to add to the story. It is something I’m willing to write out in the future though.

It felt really important for me to make everything in the story connect with each other. Peter goes to school at MIT, which is in Boston, where Ned lived when he was an adult (and we know that’s also where Tony went to school), and Peter is in California when he meets Harley again, where MJ went to school (Tony also previously lived in Cali). Everything needed to be connected to the life Peter lost. Which is also why there are so many similarities in Peter’s life now and Tony’s life before he settled down.

Tony went to MIT, well now so does Peter. Tony is an alcoholic with preference for whiskey? Yeah, Peter too. Tony is pretty much alone except for Rhodey? Peter is also alone, but he has Flash. Tony had suicidal and self-destructive tendencies? Peter has only tried killing himself multiple times. By making Peter into a version of Tony, it brings a reference to SM:HC, where Peter says after the ferry boat accident, “I just wanted to be like you” and Tony responds “And I wanted you to be better.” Peter is Tony, he’s just found fame and fortune at a different time, runs his own company and makes ground-breaking research that will help the world.

It’s why Peter is so hurt when he’s called (look a SM:FFH reference) “The Next Tony Stark.” He already is Tony Stark, except he doesn’t have the happiness or the family Tony currently has. Peter just has Flash and his assistant Gwen (just like young Tony only had Rhodey and Pepper). Peter being a version of Tony Stark, he can’t really see an escape. He is so horribly hurt and the only way he can see there being peace in his life is if he isn’t alive. Which is why he continues to try and kill himself.

I didn’t want Peter to die though, I wanted him to find something that would make life tolerable. Which is why I reintroduced Harley. Peter tries to ignore Harley, pretend he doesn’t recognize him, because Peter doesn’t want to remember his past and who he was and what he lost anymore. Harley being there is such a big reminder of who he used to be and who he wants to be, that Peter wants Harley to go away. He doesn’t acknowledge that he knows Harley, even when Harley all but says ‘I’m Harley Keener’ to Peter. At this point in the story Peter made up his mind that he is going to die. There was no other option, but then this beacon of hope shows up and Peter doesn’t want it anymore.

I think by reintroducing Harley it was important to never say that Peter and Harley end up together or that they’re still in contact. I left that pretty open ended because Harley just swooped in at the last second and stopped Peter from killing himself. Peter’s recovery is clearly not an easy one because that was when Peter is 30 and it’s only when Peter turns 32 that he’s one month sober. It was important that you don’t know who is Peter’s family. Because maybe it’s not the Starks or MJ and Ned or Harley or May. Maybe Peter moved on from his past they way they all had and has finally made peace with life, or maybe Peter’s past is now in his life again and he’s happy because he has what he always missed.

Everything in this story was so deliberate and there’s so much that I did that’s just these small little things and I love it so much. I think it was important to see Peter struggle with life and death and his mental illnesses.

So yeah, I’m completely in love with this story and if you guys have any questions about it please send me some asks and I’ll totally answer them, I’m just not over this story yet and I really want to talk about it some more !!

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gamerwoo · 5 years

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Rowoon: Deceiving

Characters: Rowoon x female reader

Genre/warnings: badboy au, fluff, a little bit of angst, a lil mention of blood

Word count: 2,425

Summary: Physically, you and your boyfriend have everything in common -- you’re both tall, covered in tattoos and piercings, and you look absolutely intimidating. However, where Rowoon exudes confidence and break the rules, you’re the exact opposite of that, being shy and never straying from what you’re told. It’s something nobody expects from somebody who looks like you, but Rowoon adores you exactly how you are.

a/n: all I can think about lately is that one part in Mamma Mia where they’re all on the bleachers looking like a bunch of dudes from Grease and Rowoon really fucks me up thx (also was talking to @neverknewgrey2016 about a girl that’s a softy but covered in tattoos and this idea sprouted ig)

The motorcycle’s engine died down, Rowoon’s feet planted on the pavement. He took off his helmet as you got off the back of his bike, taking off your own and tucking it under your arm. You shook out your helmet hair before you noticed Rowoon staring at you with a smirk.

“What?” you asked, cheeks already turning pink.

Rowoon had been very blunt with you since day one, only toning it down just enough to make you feel comfortable when he realized you weren’t like him -- you looked like you’d be like him, but you couldn’t have been more opposite. So it wasn’t odd for your boyfriend to look you up and down and smile to himself like he was. He was never quiet about thinking you were the most stunning thing he’d ever seen.

Like Rowoon, you were pretty intimidating in terms of looks. You had the piercings, the tattoos, the height, the signature leather jacket -- the only thing you were missing was his confidence and ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude. That was why Rowoon had blatantly hit on you when he first met you, backing you up against a wall and giving you his signature smirk while he implied he take you home that night.

The way your whole face turned red, your eyes widened, and you stuttered out a “w-what” had him quickly realizing you were very different from what he thought. But he really liked that about you.

“Nothing,” he told you, meeting your eyes before he stood and swung his leg off the bike. He was only taller than you by a few inches, but he would stand right in front of you just to make you feel even tinier than him. He lifted his hand not holding his helmet and brushed his thumb against your cheek. “Can’t believe you still blush like that around me.”

You knew people were staring -- people always stared because nobody understood how Rowoon managed to get and keep a girlfriend -- but all you could focus on was Rowoon so close to you. You’d been dating for almost a year, but he still had such an affect on you. He was surprised you still got this flustered, and even you were surprised you did. You definitely felt safe and calm around him, but when he looked at you with that little smirk or got this close to you -- hell, even complimenting you made your cheeks tint pink.

“You make it hard not to,” you mumbled, lightly pushing his hand away out of embarrassment. “I’m gonna be late for class.”

“You’re cute,” he smiled, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll pick you up in a few hours, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied like you always did with a soft smile.

Rowoon put his index fingers under the straps of your backpack, giving them a playful tug before he put his helmet back on -- the helmet that you always forced him to wear, actually. He gave you a wink as he got back on his bike and started it up again, ignoring the stares of the people nearby. Rowoon was pretty infamous for getting into fights, getting kicked out of school, and then carrying on with his bad habits. So seeing him drop off his girlfriend who had never done a single bad thing but still looked equally as scary was definitely a sight for some people.

“Have a good day, baby,” he said before he sped off down the street, you and a handful of others watching him disappear off the campus.

“You know,” Rowoon began as the two of you laid out on the rooftop of his apartment building where he’d set up a romantic dinner date to watch the stars, “you’re my perfect girl.”

You scoffed, reaching over to shove at his arm even though your cheeks were heating up quickly, “You’re just saying that because we’re dating.”

“No, I mean it!” he insisted, a bright smile on his face as he turned his head to look at you instead of the sky. “I’ve been physically attracted to girls like me, but emotionally... I’ve realized how difficult I am to put up with, I’ll just say that.”

“You’re not nearly as bad as you think you are,” you reassured him. “If I didn’t want to ‘deal’ with you, I wouldn’t.”

“I’m just amazed I got lucky enough to find somebody who’s everything I’ve ever wanted,” he sighed contently, giving you a lopsided smile, “physically and personalty-wise. You’re like those girls in stories and anime and stuff.”

“Huh...?”

“The girls who look intimidating and scary but are just big shy softies.”

You let out a happy gasp, eyes sparkling even more than the stars in the sky, “I’ve always wanted to be like that!”

Rowoon chuckled at how excited you got, “Is that why you got the tattoos and stuff?”

“Partly,” you shrugged, looking down at the sleeve of tattoos that covered your right forearm. “I just think tattoos are really pretty. It’s like art for your body, and I like the way it looks. I did it for me and for the aesthetic of the trope.”

Rowoon’s laugh was warm and fond and genuinely happy, his eyes crinkling as he looked at you, “I love you, please don’t ever change.”

Your heart stopped and sped up all at the same time as your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise. Neither of you had ever said that to the other before, but Rowoon had said it so casually that it was like he’d loved you forever.

Noticing your expression, Rowoon sat himself up on his arm closest to you and used his other hand to reach over and cup your cheek. He smiled down at you, loving how flustered you looked from his confession.

“I love you, _____,” he repeated, his calloused thumb stroking over the skin of your cheekbone.

Your hand moved on its own, reaching up to cup Rowoon’s face and bring it closer to yours, declaring, “I love you, too, Rowoon.”

Before his lips met yours, his face broke out into a wide smile, “Do you really?”

“I do.”

And then he gave you the sweetest kiss you’d ever experienced. And you didn’t leave that rooftop until sunrise.

You walked out of your building and went toward the sidewalk that Rowoon usually picked you up from. It wasn’t too far from your building, so you never really had to worry about walking alone, even when it was later in the day. He was always on time, too, which made you feel better.

“Oh!” you stopped when you noticed a little ball of black and grey fur huddled up by the side of the building. You squatted down, feeling your heart melt hearing the small meow coming from the kitten that was pacing the same two feet of space along the building. You held out your arm, lightly snapping your fingers to try to coax the kitten toward you. “Hey, little guy. C’mere, it’s okay.”

The kitten looked toward your hand and slowly walked forward until it’s little pink nose barely brushed against your fingertips. You let it sniff around you as much as it wanted, including it leaping over to your jacket that you had tied around your waist and playing with the material that laid against the ground now.

Your pure little moment was ruined abruptly when you heard a motorcycle engine rev loudly, scaring the kitten off. You frowned, standing up and turning around to see Rowoon smiling from his bike, patting the space behind him.

“You big jerk!” you pouted as you jogged over.

Even though you’d insulted him, Rowoon couldn’t help but smirk. You just looked so innocent somehow when you were pouting like that.

“What?” he laughed.

“There was a stray kitten and I wanted to get it to trust me so I could bring it home,” you explained, letting Rowoon take your helmet from under your arm and secure it on your head. “You scared it off with your motorcycle.”

“If you want a kitten, I’ll get you one,” he promised.

As you got on the bike and wrapped your arms around his waist, you grumbled about how you wanted that kitten. He just shook his head in amusement before speeding off toward home.

Sometimes when Rowoon said that he was leaving for a few minutes, he meant it. He often took trips down to the corner store to get snacks, drinks, tampons, or anything else you might need. He was back within ten minutes tops. But there were times where “I’ll be back in a few” meant he was going out and wouldn’t be back until later that night.

The thing was Rowoon was that even thought you saw the good in him and saw the soft side of him, he was still partly the Rowoon everybody knew -- well, the one they thought they knew. He still went out to bars, got into fights, and caused trouble. You didn’t like it, he knew you didn’t like it, but old habits were hard to kick, and you understood that. You knew it would have to take time for him to stop, but you also couldn’t control what he did. So cleaning him up when he’d stumble through the door was a regular thing for you.

Like tonight.

You were sitting on the couch, watching TV in some cotton shorts and one of Rowoon’s t-shirts when you heard the door unlock. You turned off the TV and stood up from the couch, walking to the hall to meet your boyfriend. He looked up from kicking off his shoes, sporting a bloody nose, a bruised cheek, and a sorry look in his eyes.

“Please don’t give me the disappointed look,” he whined.

“I’m not,” you told him, and you really weren’t. But he was expecting it because you’d given it to him before. “Where’re you hurt?”

“Mostly just my face,” he shrugged. “Couple scratches on my arms.”

As he spoke, your eyes raked him over, landing on a place where his pants had ripped at the knee. They didn’t have a rip when he left, and he definitely didn’t have red spilling onto to his jeans to make them a darker color, either. Rowoon’s eyes followed your own, lifting his leg and bending his knee, hissing at the pain.

“Okay, and my leg,” he added.

“Come here,” you sighed, gesturing for him to follow you to the bathroom.

As Rowoon limped his way there, you got out the first aid kit that you learned to keep stocked with cotton balls and bandages. Rowoon sat himself on the sink, carefully placing his bag in the sink before discarding his jacket and his shirt. Now you could see that his arms were pretty scratched up, but his torso was thankfully fine.

You got to work, doing your usual routine. You cleaned out the wounds, softly apologizing when Rowoon would hiss at the sting.

“You’re gonna give me lots of kisses after this to make up for it, right?” he asked with a smirk in his voice.

“You’re the dummy who went out and got yourself in a fight,” you told him plainly as you stood up from where you were on your knees to clean out the cut on Rowoon’s knee. “It’s your own fault.”

“When did you get so ballsy?” he asked, letting his hands rest on your hips as you stood between his legs to dab at the drying blood under his nose. “You never call me out -- just sigh and give disappointing looks.”

You frowned, forgetting cleaning his face and letting your hands rest on his bare broad shoulders, “I don’t want you going out and getting hurt for no reason anymore, Rowoon.”

“This time wasn’t for no reason!” he insisted.

You raised your eyebrows, “Then what happened?”

He sighed, his eyes drifting down to the exposed skin of your chest -- the collar of his shirt was way too big for you, “You’ve been talking about that stray cat for the last three days, so I wanted to try to find it. I ran into some guys who don’t really like me on campus, but I didn’t want to just leave because I knew you wanted that specific cat.”

“Rowoon, you got yourself beaten up over a cat you didn’t even find?” you asked.

“But I did find it,” he stated plainly, looking up at you with doe eyes.

Your head cocked to one side. Rowoon smirked and held up a finger before he moved you backwards for him to stand. He turned and flipped open his bag that was resting in the sink, pushing the material down to reveal the tiny head of the kitten that he’d scared off before.

“It was kind of awkward because after fighting those guys and, y’know, winning,” he began as he carefully picked the kitten up out of the bag and cradled it to his chest, “I had to get this little guy to trust me enough to let me take him with me. So I was trying to get him to be less afraid while there were two guys groaning on the ground behind me.”

“Rowoon,” you cooed, your heart absolutely melting seeing your boyfriend who looked like an absolute badass right now with his bare, toned torso and the little cuts on his skin holding this tiny little kitten with such care, “you didn’t have to find him for me.”

“I know, but I wanted to,” he said as he handed the kitten off to you. “I want to make you as happy as I possibly can since you have to deal with me.”

You frowned at him in a scolding way, “What do I keep telling you about me dealing with you?”

“I know, but...” he just shrugged as he trailed off. He put an arm around you, watching fondly as you cuddled the sleepy kitten. “How about we go lay in bed with the newest member of our little family?”

You looked away from the kitten to look up at him, “But I didn’t put bandages on you yet.”

“Just give me as many kisses as I want and I’ll be fine,” he smirked, leaning down and nudging your nose with his.

He saw how your cheeks turned red, and he laughed quietly. He really would never get tired of that.

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