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scarletwinterxx · 3 months

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but i loved you harder - jaehyun scenario

hello ~ so this one is a request and coincidentally i was writing something for Jaehyun. I too am deep in my Yuno feels (i don't think ever recovered honestly😂) hope you like it!!!

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"Dude, I said no. She'll be so mad at me if I do"

"It's for our funds" Johnny insists

"But-"

"No buts, once we reach like $100 I swear I'll cut the line. I have faith in you"

At this point Jaehyun can't say anything that would stop Johnny. He's thinking about bringing in his last card but he'll save it for the last minute so for now he says yes.

Come the day of the festival, word got around that Jaehyun was going to do the date booth so ofcourse the line was long by the time he arrived there. Johnny right in front calling even more students to join while Haechan stands beside him collecting payments.

"Oh here's our star of the day. Okay so who's up first?" Johnny was answered with tens, maybe 20 or more screams from the crowd. Jaehyun shoots a shy smile before going behind the booth.

It's only the fifth girl before he heard the shouting from somewhere in the back.

"JOHNNY J. SUH I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER RUN" Jaehyun hears you before he could see you. He then looks at Johnny, seeing the nervous look on his face and an even more scared Haechan beside him.

"You're on your own, hyung" Haechan mumbles, hiding behind the 6 foot tall guy.

The girls at the very front and the one Jaehyun was just talking to turns their heads towards you, seeing what the commotion is all about.

"What the heck is this?" you ask, eyes blazing.

"A booth"

You stare down the guy taller than you, giving him a chance to change his answer. "Oh come on, it's for our frat funds. And Jaehyun said yes" Johnny says

"Well" Jaehyun interferes making the three of you look over at him, Johnny shoots him a look while you glare at him. He knows the anger isn't really directed towards him, but you can be very scary when you want to be.

"I doubt that, this whole thing has yours and yours name written all over it" you point at the double AA and triple AAA brothers

"How much do you need to raise?" you ask "Like hundred dollars" Haechan answers

You pull something from your back pocket, a crisp hundred bill before putting it inside the jar Haechan was holding.

"There, done. Show's over people. You, let's go"

"Yes ma'am" Jaehyun gets up from his seat, not needing to be told twice. Following behind you.

When you were a few booths away, he catches up with you. Pulling you back by you arm.

"You're not really mad at me, are you?" he asks

"Depends"

"Hey, I swear I told Johnny no. I was gonna tell you about it but honestly I just wanted to watch you rip at him" he tells you with a smile, his dimples showing.

Just like that you feel some of the annoyance and anger melting away. When you don't say anything back, Jaehyun takes this chance to step closer to you. Holding both of your hands in his.

"Don't be mad, please?"

You roll your eyes at him, all is forgiven already.

"I'll buy you ice cream?"

"WIth two scoops?"

He smiles, intertwining your fingers together before leading you towards the ice cream stand. "Two scoops of cookie dough with extra chocolate drizzle just for you"

"You can't still be mad at me"

Currently you, Jaehyun and Johnny are sitting outside a cafe just to hang out. Even though Johnny gives you headaches half of the time, he is a very good friend of yours.

"You'll be surprised with how long I can hold a grudge" you answer back

"I gave your boyfriend back"

"Exactly, he's mine so stop using him for profits" you bite back, Jaehyun listens quietly beside you. His arm resting behind your chair.

"We got that pingpong table from the car wash benefit we did last summer, we're trying to get a pinball machine next" Johnny says

You do remember that frat event. You've never seen so many girls and some guys line up for a carwash done by a bunch of frat boys. Yuta definitely put on a show, Jungwoo also had fun being the adrenaline junkie that he is following whatever Yuta was doing. Mark and Jeno were more shy about it but had one of the longest line.

And Jaehyun, well safe to say you made him wash your car a few times until the line behind you got tired of waiting for their turn. You were debating whether to cut their water supply line but you know Taeyong would scold you so you didn't.

"Go find someone else" you grumble

"Okay then let me ask you, let's say you're in a cafe inside with another friend and this other friend got cold. Jaehyun's the only one who got a jacket, is it okay if he lends her his jacket?" he asks you,

Jaehyun smirks from beside you, waiting for your answer.

"Do you enjoy having your head attached to your neck?" you ask Johnny

"Come on, will you?"

"Of course not! Did your mom not raise you to always bring a jacket in case it gets cold?" you sassily ask back

"I don't see you bringing a jacket around" Johnny counters

"That's cause I have a Jaehyun. She can get her own boyfriend to borrow her jacket from, but until then have fun being a human popsicle"

Jaehyun smiles, his hand absentminded drawing circles on your back as he listens to you.

It's endearing to him really. To some it might sound like you're too much, too jealous, maybe even insecure but Jaehyun knows it's the opposite. And if he's being honest, he's way worse than you. If sees a guy even looking at you for a second too long he's right behind you hovering, a silent warning to back off.

When in public together, if he's not holding you he'll always be a step away. At parties he would be attached at the hip with you, even going to the bathroom to guard the door for you.

If positions were switched he'd be livid too if he sees you in a dating booth smiling at a random dude. Only he can make you smile, only he can make you blush and laugh and moan.

Shaking his thoughts away, he looks over at you still arguing with Johnny. Noticing the breeze got a bit colder since the sun is setting, he shrugs his jacket off to put it around you

"Oh my god, I cannot with you two" Johnny says as he watches the two of you. Slipping your arms through the sleeves, immediately smelling Jaehyun's perfume around you.

"Like I said, I have a Jaehyun"

It's finally the end of a long week, you invited Jaehyun over your place to cook dinner and have an indoor date to end your week together.

The two of you love cooking together, when you first started dating you used to cook for him and bring him packed lunches. Then one time he invited you over to cook dinner for you. At some point cooking became part of date night and it's now one of your favorite things to do with him.

While Jaehyun stirs the noodles on the pan, he feels you hug him from behind. You stand on your tiptoe to kiss him on the jaw, earning a smile from your boyfriend.

When it's just the two of you, you're more clingy towards him. In contrast with your strong personality around his friends, you're more soft spoken and gentle when it's just him around.

"Your birthday is coming up, what do you want to do?" you ask him

"Do you want to go on a date? It's valentines"

You shook your head, stepping to the side to look at him. Jaehyun peaks down at you, "You don't want to go out?"

"If that's what you want, we can celebrate valentines some other day. I want to celebrate your birthday" you tell him.

Jaehyun smiles at you, rubbing his nose against yours before giving your lips a quick peck. He can't get too distracted since he's still cooking. He burnt something before when the two of you forgot about the ramen you were cooking and got busy making out on the kitchen counter.

In his defense he craved you more than the ramen.

"Well if that's the case. What I want for my birthday is to go on a date with my favorite girl"

You smile at him, "Anywhere or is there somewhere you want to go to?"

"Can I plan it?"

"But it's your birthday"

"And I really want to take you out on a date, give me your day and consider that the best gift you could give me"

You look at him, he looks back at you waiting for you to fold. When you roll your eyes at him he knew he won.

"Fine but I'm getting you another gift, you can't say no!"

The two of you enjoy dinner, cleaning up afterwards before putting on a movie you're not really going to watch.

You'll give it to him, a record time of 4 minutes after the movie starts before he pulled you on his lap to kiss you breathless.

"That's a record" you mumble when the two of you broke apart to catch your breath

"What?" he asked, still dazed

"You made it past the opening credits" you giggle, tangling your hands behind his neck to pull him closer to you until he's a breath away.

"I was trying to see if you really wanted to watch the movie" he smirks, holding your hips down against his

"Liar, you would've distracted me whether I wanted to watch it or not"

"Okay you got me there, but what can I do. I just want to kiss my girlfriend all night and all over. Am I not allowed to do that?" He smiles before capturing your lips again, then he's leaving a trail of kisses along your skin. From your lips to your cheeks to your jaw down your neck. His hands now under your shirt to grip your waist.

"Yuno Jeong, believe me when I say this you are allowed to do all of that to me whatever it is you have in mind right now"

"You, you're all that is in my mind right now"

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harry-on-broadway · 1 year

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Sweet

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A red velvet cupcake. That’s how it started.

You were turning five, the first of February, and your teacher had brought cupcakes for you, and the kid in your class who shared your birthday, to have at lunch. Except Jeremy Jones thought it would be funny to push you in the lunchroom, jostling the cupcake out of your hands and onto the ground.

The reaction wasn’t instantaneous, but once the shock of seeing the crisp, white icing covered in dirt wore off, the tears came easily and what had been the best day of your short life had suddenly become the worst thing a five-year-old could imagine.

A small voice interrupted your tears before the teacher on lunch duty could tend to you. “Have some of mine.” Harry, the boy in your class who shared your birthday, held his hand out towards you. His own red velvet dessert unscathed. “Will you sit with me?”

You nodded, tears gradually ceasing as you followed Harry to an empty table, where he pulled the cupcake into two roughly even halves. “Here,” he said, offering you one piece, the noticeably larger one.

“Thank you,” you managed to squeak out.

“It’s OK,” he said, chewing, small crumbs escaping the corner of his mouth. “My mum is making me a cake tonight. I think it’s going to be chocolate. Are you getting a cake?”

“I think so,” you said thoughtfully. “My dad said we’re having a big cake at my party this weekend, but we’ll do a small cake tonight.”

“I think I’m going to your party!” Harry was suddenly even more excited. “It’s roller skating, right?”

You nodded. You’d been begging your parents to let you invite your entire class to a party at the local roller rink for most of the school year and had been over the moon when they finally acquiesced. “It is! And we’re going to have someone do balloon animals too!”

“No way!”

You were pleased that one of your classmates was as happy as you were. “Are you having a party?”

“I am! Mine is on Friday night. We’re going to play games after school and then eat pizza. Are you coming?”

Your own mother hadn’t said anything about a party but you nodded, hoping she’d have the answer when she met you in the pick up line after school.

“Yay!” Harry dove back into his cupcake, fingers sticky with the same frosting that dotted his face.

You all sat next to each other even after the cupcake was gone, Harry prattling on about something you only partially understood, but you appreciated the company which was a great distraction from your own destroyed birthday treat.

That Friday, your dad came home from work early to take you to Harry’s party, where you gave your new friend a Hot Wheel car and an action figure you’d selected at the store after much prodding from your parents. On Saturday, he was at your party, explaining all of the features of the new Barbie he’d picked out for you.

***

In the years that followed, Harry was always the one constant of your school days.

Regardless of whether or not you were in the same class, or boycotting Jessica because she was mean to Hailey, or ignoring Hailey because she was mad at Jessica, Harry was always there. A friendly face at lunch when you needed it, a pal on the playground when no one else wanted to draw with the chalk, and each year, even if you weren’t in the same class, he’d find you on February 1st, and you’d share some sort of sweet treat. A cupcake. A cookie. One year, a pack of gummy bears because both of you had been caught up in the excitement of the assembly the school had scheduled that day.

But things grew more complicated as you grew older.

Thirteen was a tough year. Boy-girl parties were all the rage (as were the hormones) and when you showed up to Harry’s on a Friday, you’d felt shy and nervous and all out of sorts, even though you had no reason to. You couldn’t figure out why until you accidentally stumbled across Harry kissing some girl from the grade above you as a group of rowdy boys cheered them on. You’d left, holding back tears as you called your mother to come and get you right away. The next night was your own girls only sleepover, and when Kara Chapman had asked everyone to name their crush, you said Josh, even though it was the biggest lie you’d ever told.

Fourteen was even tougher. You’d waited in the halls and the schoolyard, trying to catch Harry in a free moment that never materialized. The cookies you’d bought at a bakery that morning, turned to crumbs in the bottom of your bag as you walked home. Fifteen brought rumors of some wild and crazy party that you weren’t invited to, and by sixteen he was gone.

You didn’t think much about him anymore until one night your dad called you into the TV room. He was watching a singing competition show and pointing to the teenage boy on the screen. “Didn’t I take you to his birthday party one year?” he asked. All you could do was nod.

Suddenly, Harry was everywhere. He was no longer your birthday buddy, your cupcake savior, and childhood crush, but the world’s heartthrob. When you walked into the supermarket, his face followed you through the aisles, dotting candy wrappers and magazine covers, toothbrushes and chapstick, every item reminding you of the memories you still held close.

***

It had been Jonathan’s idea to get everyone back together.

After graduation, everyone dispersed. Some had moved to London, others had stayed in town, but for one night everything would be the same as it had been. The back of the pub had been sectioned off, but the velvet rope was more of a suggestion than a dividing line as people flowed in and out freely.

You were standing with Jessica, the one person you regularly kept in touch with, always making time to see her when you were home. You were nursing a beer she had just replenished and talking shit about Jeremy, who was just as much trouble as he had been at age five.

You felt the tap on your shoulder before you heard the voice, low and soft and close to your ear.

“Have any cupcakes lately?”

When you turned around, Harry was standing there, grinning widely with his arms open for a hug.

“Hi,” you said, words muffled by his shoulder. “How have you been?” you asked as he asked you the same question.

“Well,” he said, chuckling. “And you? Are you still around here?”

“No, I moved to London for school and just kind of hung around.”

“No way. I’m in London now too!” The enthusiasm was just the same as it had been when he was five.

“We should meet up sometime,” you said, the words empty knowing that he probably had more important things to do.

“Yeah, I think I owe you a sweet. Or seven,” he added with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck.

For a brief second you were transported back to 2007, to the moment you first knew you were in love with him. “For sure. If you have some free time, let me know.”

“I’m about to have a lot of that,” he said. “We’re, uh, taking a break,” he explained when you looked confused. “The band,” he prompted.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. All things have to end, right? It’s kind of like graduating uni if you think about it.”

You nodded. “Still, it must be bittersweet. Not getting to see people you care about every day.” You tried to keep your voice neutral, so as not to betray all of the feelings that statement held for you.

“It is,” Harry finally said. He cleared his throat. “So, I don’t think I ever actually got your number. Back then.” He held out his phone.

“Oh, right.” You gave him your own device and typed your number into his phone, adding your name and a cupcake emoji to the contact. He smiled when he saw what you had done.

“So, where in London are you?” he asked.

You were about to answer, when two of his buddies came running over, nearly tackling him as he fell into you, beer sloshing over the rim of your glass. Harry mouthed an apology, but his friends steered him away before you could tell him it was OK.

“What was that about?” Jessica asked when she saw you were free again.

“Oh, just catching up with Harry.” You tried to act casual.

“I didn’t realize you all were close.”

There was no judgment in her words, but you felt defensive. “I mean we weren’t best friends or anything but we had the same birthday. He shared his cupcake with me when we were little and it was kind of a tradition for a little while.” You picked at your nail polish. “I’m kind of surprised he remembered me,” you added as an afterthought.

“Well, he couldn’t take his eyes off you,” she whispered.

“Stop it!” You brushed her words off, but replayed the conversation in your mind. Had it been that intense?

“I’m serious! He was laser focused on you. An elephant could have walked through the room and he wouldn’t have noticed. Did you get his number?”

You nodded shyly as Jessica applauded you. You could tell she wanted to ask more questions, but she thankfully opted for discretion as people surged around you, rounding up teams for a game of darts.

When you left, you scanned the crowd for Harry hoping to steal another moment with him but he had disappeared. You called an Uber to head back to your parents’ house, scrolling through your phone during the brief drive. When you couldn’t resist any longer, you opened your contacts, skimming through the listings looking for Harry’s name, praying your exchange with him hadn't been a cruel practical joke.

It only took a couple of minutes until you found it.

He’d saved his number as Harry.

With a cupcake emoji beside it.

***

Following the reunion, you and Harry had grabbed dinner and drinks a few times and on your shared 23rd birthday, you all met up at a bakery in London that was purported to have the best red velvet cupcakes in the city. When you all reached the counter Harry asked for two from the case, along with two coffees.

“I figured we could each handle our own now,” he explained.

You all sat nestled in the corner, forks clinking against porcelain. Over the past several months, you and Harry had fallen into a comfortable routine, friendship reinvigorated by your long-lasting crush and his desire to be with someone who knew him before everything changed. You weren’t always entirely sure when he’d be in town, but you knew you were in for a good time whenever he was.

He was telling a story about something that had happened when he was in Jamaica, but you were only half listening, observing the way his tongue stuck out in the slightest way each time he lifted the fork to his lips and the way his entire face crinkled when he laughed at his own joke. He was the same boy you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, just an even better version. And you were still the same girl, too shy to say anything.

He walked you home from the bakery. You all stood so close that your hands kept brushing, eliciting soft giggles and apologies from the both of you. You were certain that if he looked close enough, he’d see just how much you were blushing.

“Do you have any other plans tonight?” he asked. His voice was laced with something, but you couldn’t tell what. You were too busy trying to play it cool.

“Not really. The girls were all busy tonight so we’ll probably celebrate over the weekend. Birthdays aren’t as big of a deal when you get older.”

“It’s in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it?” He kicked a pebble with his shoe. “But no plans with a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“No. There hasn’t been a boyfriend for awhile. How about you?”

“Same. No one for a while.”

You’d reached your building by this point. “This is me,” you said, rocking back on your heels, unsure of what would happen next. “It was lovely to catch up with you. Don’t be a stranger,” you added, surprising yourself.

“I’ll try not to now that I know you’re around. It would be rude to only see you on our birthday.” Like the gentleman he was, he gave you a parting hug and waited until you were safely inside the lobby of your building before moving on.

You didn’t tell your friends about your birthday rendezvous with Harry, but you suspected Jessica had her own ideas about what happened when she pulled you aside later that night, fishing for any details you had to share.

“It was fun,” you said. “I didn’t realize how much I missed him.”

***

In the years after, Harry floated in and out of your life.

You’d occasionally receive a text or email from him at an odd hour of night, sent in the small pocket of free time he had in between shows all over the world. But when he was in town, he made a point to reach out, meeting you for coffee and pastries, and once even a sad, prepackaged salad during your brief lunch hour.

True to his word, Harry made sure you all had plenty of time outside of that special day, sporadic as it might be, but you knew that every February 1, he’d be waiting for you, some sort of sweet treat at the ready.

There were hiccups here and there, when he was caught up in circumstances outside of his control that prevented you all from seeing each other. But he always found a way to make it up to you with a text, phone call, or special delivery. As time passed, you found yourself growing more attached to Harry. He wasn’t a presence in your life the way Jessica and your other friends were, but you felt your friendship with him was much stronger. He remembered, even the slightest detail, and had some sort of sixth sense to tell when you were going through a rough patch and needed someone to check in. In return, you paid him a visit whenever you could, popping into shows here and there when he was back on your side of the globe.

Harry was most definitely a friend, but the thought of him becoming something more lingered in the back of your mind. He was lovely and wonderful and would make an excellent partner, but you tried to talk yourself out of it – he was never here, he probably got into all sorts of trouble when you weren’t watching – so as not to get your hopes up. But the idea of what if, what if he was yours, only grew stronger each time you saw him.

***

You next saw him at what had become Johnny’s annual gathering.

You’d been doing a good job of banishing those pesky thoughts of Harry over the summer and fall, quieting them with a number of dates you’d met on the apps and through friends. But when you saw Harry standing there, shirt wrinkled and fringe pulled back from his face, every thought you’d fought off came rushing back when you saw Harry standing there, ready to help you out of your coat and greet you with a big hug.

“I’m surprised you managed to find time for us,” you teased as his cheeks flushed.

“I’ll always make time for you,” he murmured.

You ignored the subtext you were sure you were imagining, grabbing a drink from the bar. “Any thoughts on what we’re doing for our birthday this year?”

“About that…” He looked nervous. Shifty. And you were preparing for the worst. “So I haven’t actually made it official yet,” he began. “But I’ve got a show that night.”

“Oh?” You tried to hide the disappointment in your voice as the feelings you felt on your thirteenth birthday came rushing back. “Maybe we can shoot for doing something later in the month.”

“Or how would you feel about coming to the show? It’s in Palm Springs, but I was thinking maybe you have the time?”

Traveling to spend a birthday with him was something you’d only thought of in your dreams, yet here was Harry, ready to make your dreams come true. “Um, yeah I should be able to get the time off. If you’re sure it won’t be too much. You know, with me being in the way.”

“You wouldn’t be in the way, you’d be my guest.”

“Well then, how can I say no to that?”

“Brilliant.” Harry’s grin was the tiniest bit brighter after that, and you didn’t miss how he followed you around for the rest of the night, always seeming to migrate to whatever group of people you found yourself in.

And when the night was over, he was there to help you with your coat and walk you to your car, hugging you tight before you climbed behind the wheel.

“See you real soon,” he whispered against your temple. “It’ll be our best birthday yet.”

***

When you looked back on all of your favorite birthdays, they all had something in common: you woke up with Harry beside you.

Your 29th was just the start of that trend, as when you rolled over on February 1, pulling the sheet tighter over your shoulder to fend off the slight chill to the air, you found Harry grinning at you, freshly cut hair flopping wildly on the pillow behind him.

“Morning,” he said groggily, the strain of last night’s concert – and post-show activities – evident in his voice.

You’d had no intention of falling into bed with him, but a moment of honesty and vulnerability backstage ahead of his first Palm Springs show had revealed what you’d hoped for all along. Harry had been pining for you all those years, just as you were after him. And when he’d invited you back to his hotel room, you couldn’t say no, falling into a pile of limbs on top of the plush duvet. Now, this morning, you were tired, sore, and another year older, and also much more content than you’d ever been.

“Morning,” you whispered back. “Happy birthday.”

“Happy birthday to you as well.” He grinned mischievously. “I feel like we should celebrate again or something.”

“I–” You were cut off by a knock at the door. You glanced at Harry. “What’s that?”

He jumped from the bed, pulling on shorts and a hoodie he found scattered on the floor as he made his way to the door. When he opened it, your view was blocked and you couldn’t make out the words that were exchanged in hushed tones behind it, but when Harry returned to the bed, he was holding a plate with two red velvet cupcakes.

“I had to honor tradition,” he said softly.

You were overcome at the small gesture and were left searching for words. “Thank you,” was all you could manage in a small voice.

Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close to him. “Of course. Anything for you.” He peeled the corner of the wrapper off before handing one of the treats to you. “Did you ever think this would happen?” he asked.

“What? Spending my 29th birthday eating a cupcake naked in bed, post-coital?”

“No.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Us. Being together.”

You shrugged. “I always kind of hoped.”

His eyebrows climbed up his forehead. “Really? With me?”

You nodded. “You were always really nice. And I liked that.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” You furrowed your brow.

“I don’t know. That’s kind of the placeholder you use when you can’t think of anything else to say about someone,” he said, licking a bit of frosting off of his thumb. “‘Harry’s nice.’”

“Well you are! You gave me your cupcake when we were five. What else am I supposed to say?”

“I dunno.” He was testing you now, you could tell from the impish gleam in this eye. “You have that fancy university degree. I’m sure you could think of something.”

“OK…” you trailed off in thought, absentmindedly. “Sweet. You were always really sweet.”

“Sweet…” Harry mulled the word. “I can work with that.” He grinned. “And I think after last night, you’re pretty sweet too.”

***

A/N: This felt very different from what I normally write, but why not get a little experimental to celebrate our favorite rock star's birthday. Thank you so much for reading. Would love to hear what everyone thinks!

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thepixelelf · 2 years

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Pansy

Genres: fluff, angst, childhood friends au, neighbors au, brother’s best friend au Pairing: Reader & Dino (Seventeen) Words: 7.4k (00:30) Warnings: language, annoying older brother things. it's not mentioned, but reader and their brother are adoptive siblings Note: this is the svt version of a tbz Q fic I wrote almost 3 years ago, so just know my writing's changed a bit since

Over the years, you learned that being a Pansy wasn’t so bad.

Six

The swing set in your backyard, coupled with a bright yellow slide about twice your height, had to be your favourite place in the world. Your aunt — or maybe your uncle, you couldn’t remember — gave it to you and your older brother once her children had grown too big for it. The blue swing was yours, and the green swing was your brother’s, as it was bigger (according to him) and therefore he deserved it. Though, you were happy with having the blue swing, as it was something undeniably yours.

Which was why, coming home from the last day of kindergarten to your favourite place in the world, you were less than ecstatic to find some boy sitting in your swing.

Logan seemed to be doing his classic "swinging higher than mum or dad liked" move on his green swing. He was only eight, but he already liked going above and beyond. While he swung back and forth, your eyes studied the stranger in your spot.

He sat still in the swing, his feet planted firmly on the dirt underneath. The grass from before had been uprooted long ago from weeks of being kicked and stomped. His eyes were on yours as well, only fitting of a child seeing someone new for the first time.

"Who's this?" Normally you were quite good at meeting people; your parents complimented you on it much more than Logan, which you took almost too much pride in. But on that day, a stranger was sitting in the only place you knew was your own, and you were not happy about it.

"Chan," Logan answered, his voice warping as he swung high above you. "He's from the new family across the road."

The house across the road had been empty for a while, but a few weeks ago, two moving vans filled the street and loud noises interrupted your tea party. You knew they had a kid, you just weren't expecting Logan to befriend him so quickly, especially since he only had two friends at school. Maybe your mom made him go over with her and dad to greet the new family with over-baked chocolate chip cookies, just as they did with every new neighbor.

"He's on my swing," was all you said, as you weren't ready to confront the new boy — Chan, just yet. It may have been your swing, but Chan could've been like the boys at school, and confronting them was never a good idea.

"That's not your swing, that's my swing."

"No, your swing is the green one and mine is the blue one! Why do you get two swings anyway?!" You stomped your little feet beneath you in protest, hands on your hips and cheeks puffed out.

"'Cause I'm older, pansy."

Logan had been calling you pansy ever since he learned the word because your parents would always chide him for calling you "stupid" or "idiot". You thought pansy was a lot worse, though. You were no pansy.

"You're only two years older dummy!" You stomped off into the house, ready to tattle to the first parent you saw.

"Hey!" Logan yelled after you. "Dummy is a banned word, pansy!"

•

For the first week of Logan and Chan's friendship, Chan thought your name was Pansy.

The first time he called you that, you were beyond shocked. Who was he, the new kid, to call you a pansy? You ignored him, turning up your nose and walking away. As if you were going to interact with some swing-stealer.

He only learned your real name when your mom had called you all in for dinner. You were sitting at the top of the slide, waiting patiently for a turn on your swing. (Which you never got all week.) She yelled both you and your brother’s names out through the screened windows from the kitchen, beckoning you inside for chicken curry and rice. "You're welcome to join us, Chan, but make sure you ask your folks first."

Chan looked to Logan, who had jumped off his swing and landed mightily on the grass. "Who's that?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"The other name she yelled," Chan clarified. "And she didn't say Pansy's name, either."

It took Logan much less time than you to figure out what he meant, so you stayed quiet when Logan burst out laughing.

"That's not their name! It's what you call somebody who's a..." Logan paused as he put an arm over Chan's shoulders and led him into the house, snapping his fingers when he finally found the word. "...a coward!"

Chan didn't stay for dinner. And Logan somehow got curry all over his shirt.

Seven

Chan turned out to be the same age as you, which you only figured out once he transferred into your first-grade class. Apparently, the private school he was going to before didn't fit his parents' standards. Though, you never understood why your regular public school was any better, other than maybe the fact that it was only a two-minute walk from your houses.

Even though he was your age, he joined in on calling you a pansy.

Since Logan had started using the word as punctuation more than an actual insult, you'd begun to desensitize, yet Chan saying it gave the word more sting. You never did anything to him, so you wondered why he would ever call you that. Your parents always said that Logan used the word because he was your brother, so what was Chan's excuse?

He started coming over every afternoon, once school let out for the day, so you'd been relegated to using your swing at nighttime, when the stars twinkled and the bugs serenaded each other. It was peaceful, nice even, but cold and lonely.

"Chan here says you two are neighbors," Miss Ossen said in her sing-song elementary teacher voice "Why don't you show him around the playground, hm? Ask him what he likes to do."

It was Chan's second day at your school. On his first day, Logan's third-grade class had gone on a field trip to some botanical garden, so he had no one to play with during recess, but you knew that today he'd surely find Logan and cling onto him like a leech. He didn't need your help.

"He likes swings, Miss O," you said with a huff. "Blue swings."

You got in trouble for being rude to a classmate.

Ten

The first time you thought you might be a pansy was fourth grade, when you found out you were afraid of heights.

The whole class was playing grounders with a few of the sixth graders, a game where one person had their eyes shut and everyone else had to avoid them. At. All. Costs. (According to the sixth graders.) Chan was 'it' and had you trapped in a corner along with another classmate, but they ran and took the only hiding spot. Your only choice — other than being tagged — was climbing the playground equipment and hanging off the edge. You'd never done it before, but you'd seen Logan and Chan do it plenty of times. If they could do it, surely you could too, you thought. But when you climbed over the railing, you realized how far up you really were. The sand blurred beneath you, and you screamed, making Chan open his eyes in shock.

"What's wrong?"

You didn't answer, just screwed your eyes shut as sobs began to rack from your chest. Your grip on the playground equipment tightened more, if possible, as you tucked your head in. The world blurred around you as you drowned it out, focusing only on your grip and the blooming colors behind your eyelids.

You don't remember exactly what happened, but you have a faint memory of Logan and Chan pulling you over the railing.

"Why'd you go up there, stupid?!" Logan chastised.

You didn't have enough air in your lungs to complain about his use of a banned word, so you only crouched down and cried as they watched.

"Don't cry," Logan mumbled, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets. He wouldn't look at you, instead, his eyes skirted everywhere else. "You're such a pansy."

Through squinted, blurry eyes, you looked up at your brother and Chan, who was standing awkwardly in front of you. His fingers kept twitching as his arms laid limp at his sides, but he made no move to comfort you. All you could do was cry until the bell rang a minute later.

That afternoon, once you all walked home, Chan told Logan he wanted to play games inside, so you went to the backyard and sat on your swing. Maybe you were a pansy after all.

Eleven

After Logan moved on to middle school, Chan was left behind without his older friends, but he seemed to have no trouble becoming friendly with the boys in your class. Though, he was always closest with Logan. School ended earlier for him than you and Chan, so you'd find him already in the backyard every day after you'd walked home.

You sat at the top of the yellow slide as Logan and Chan swung back and forth, braiding too-big flower crowns out of the backyard's abundance of dandelions. The first one was much too big for your head, so you made it a necklace instead.

It'd become a sort of daily tradition. The boys on the swings and you atop the wooden platform the slide came off of. Your time on your swing came when Chan would leave for the night, and you were fine with that. He was Logan's friend, and yours too, you supposed, so there was no point in arguing over it. Besides, he let you take it if you really wanted — despite Logan's adamant attitude about older-brother-ness and superiority or whatever.

"What are the older kids like?" Chan asked, his feet uprooting the grass as he abruptly stopped swinging.

Logan kept swinging, unbothered. "Tall. But mum said I'll be that tall when I grow up, too."

You often wondered why Logan chose to be best friends with Chan rather than other boys his age, as well as the other way around, but over the years, you realized they were, in a way, meant for each other. Logan was loud and overbearing, and while Chan wasn’t necessarily shy, he would often keep quiet if he thought it’d help others, even if it hurt him. When they were together,though, Logan became a good listener (to Chan, at least) and Chan plucked up courage from seemingly nowhere. Each brought out the good in the other. Maybe not the best, as Logan still wouldn't listen to you — or anyone else for that matter — and Chan wouldn’t dare to stand up for himself if Logan wasn't around, but still, good.

Chan asked a lot about junior high, even though Logan had only been there for less than a year. At the dinner table, Logan would always tell your parents that it was no different from elementary — that he was handling it perfectly, especially science, but he talked about it completely differently with Chan. Like it was a whole new adventure, but still, nothing to be scared of.

"How tall?"

"Taller than me, so way taller than you," Logan said casually as he kept swinging. He was almost too big for the swing, you thought. Maybe it was the feeling that came with the swingset that kept him going, not the comfort of the swing itself.

"Logan," you cut into their conversation, holding up a completed flower crown — the first one actually crown-sized.

Your brother scrunched his nose, eyes thinning, and you dropped your hands to your lap. "Ew, I don't want that. It'll make me look like a pansy."

The pout on your lips was much too evident for your liking.

"Give it to Chan," Logan compromised. "He likes flowers."

You held up the flower crown in front of you again, asking Chan with your eyes if he wanted it. He seemed almost panicked when he sent some sort of look to Logan, but eventually, he gave you a slow, hesitant nod. At that, you went down the yellow slide (which was much more exhilarating when you were three feet tall) and walked over to where he sat on your swing.

He looked up at you as you approached, and you swore you could see the whole sky reflected on his eyes, clouds and all. The yellow dandelions looked great against his soft hair; you were almost jealous. Once you'd placed it on his head, you'd planned to go back to where you were, but for some reason, you stayed standing in front of Chan. Entranced.

"See?" Logan pulled you back to your senses. "It looks good on him. You wouldn't like it on me."

You didn't see that Chan was still staring.

Thirteen

Logan stopped swinging. Now, in the afternoon, after all of you walked home together, he and Chan would take over the living room and play video games. Or sometimes, they'd take various balls from the garage and bring them to the park. Either way, you finally had your swing back during daylight. Though it wasn't as fun without Logan or Chan around, you still swung as high as possible, getting closer and closer to the sun's kisses.

You weren't in the same homeroom as Chan, so you only shared one class together that year — math. There were things he understood that you didn't, and things you understood that he didn't. You helped each other out, but that was the extent of your relationship on school grounds. Your friends always asked why Chan called you "Pansy" when you passed each other in the halls, but you never had a real answer. He just did.

He meant no malice behind it. That's just what he called you.

Even Logan had stopped calling you a pansy, but to Chan, you guessed it just stuck. Not a pansy, but Pansy. You never asked him why he still called you that; for some reason, you just didn't feel the need to.

On a particularly sunny Wednesday, Logan stayed home sick, all whiny and annoying even though it was just a cold. You and Chan walked home together, just the two of you, for the first time since last year. The walk was silent, but not uncomfortable.

As soon as you reached the house, Chan immediately went up to Logan's room, but he was kicked out by your mother.

"I can't have two sick young boys in my house," she said. "The whole neighborhood will get infected."

He joined you outside in the backyard with a simple explanation. "My parents aren't home yet and I don't have a key."

Neither of you used the swings the way they were supposed to be used that day; just sat and conversed; caught up with each other. Somehow, even though you saw him every day, you'd never talked to him like this before. You barely even know what you talked about, but you spent hours that day just… with him and nothing but him.

His parents were home long before he returned.

Fifteen

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

You looked at the people around you, all of them sitting in a circle on some classmate's living room floor. The half-empty bottle of soda that you'd just spun pointed straight at Chan.

"...I thought this was truth or dare," you said, confusion clear in your voice.

Everyone, except Chan of course, looked at you as if you were crazy (you did just spin a bottle, after all) then went back to chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

"Fine!" You only raised your voice to shut everyone up — if that classmate's parents heard, you'd be embarrassed past mars — but maybe you sounded a bit angry. Getting on your hands and knees to cross the circle, you grasped Chan's chin and turned his head to the side, planting a quick, almost nonexistent kiss on his cheek. That might have been the fastest you'd ever done something. If there were races like that at the Olympics, you'd win every event.

On a late Friday night in a house you don't remember the owner of, you gave your first kiss. (On the cheek.)

On a late Friday night in a house he'll never forget, Chan received his first kiss. (On the cheek.)

Sixteen

You didn't know why, but Logan and Chan were incommunicado.

When you asked your mother about it, she simply said she'd heard them arguing while you were out, but she couldn't figure out exactly what they were saying. Apparently, Logan had pushed Chan all the way out of the house and slammed the door in his face.

Logan wouldn't answer you, not clearly anyway, when you asked after a whole week of radio silence.

"You're not allowed to worry about it," he told you. "And you're not allowed to talk to Chan either. You're on my side this time — you know, blood before hoes or something."

"That's not even close."

•

You totally went against what Logan said (but when did you ever listen to him anyway?) and knocked on Chan's bedroom door that night.

Judging by his facial expression, he wasn't expecting you at all, though you supposed showing up like that was quite out of the blue.

"Oh, Pansy… um, come in." He opened the door and gestured behind him into the room, but when he did, his eyes widened and he immediately slammed it shut. From behind the door, he raised his voice, "Give me a minute! Maybe five!"

Four minutes later, he invited you in for real.

You sat down in the chair he had for his desk, pulling your legs up to sit in a way the chair was clearly not made for. "So… what's up with you and Logan?"

You never saw the point in pussyfooting around what you wanted to talk about.

Chan stood by the door after closing it, seemingly feeling too awkward to sit with you. Maybe it was because of the topic or maybe it was because this would be your first time in his room, either way, his awkward tension was almost making you feel uncomfortable yourself.

"...You noticed?"

"How could I not notice? You haven't come over in a week, and that hasn't happened since you caught the flu in sixth grade."

"Right…"

The last time Chan looked this awkward around you was within the first few months of meeting, so you had no idea what was making him so tense now — ten years later.

"Sit down," you said, pointing at his gray sheets. "This isn't an interrogation, chill out."

Once he sat — though still stiff — you asked again, “Alright, give it up, what’s the deal? Logan won’t tell me anything.”

“I thought you said this wasn’t an interrogation,” Chan whined.

“It’s not. It’s not, I swear.” You shifted in the chair, not sure how to position yourself comfortably in the new environment. “I just want to know why you two fought, or, I guess, why you’re still fighting. Logan’s really sad about it, trust me. I offered him a peanut butter cup yesterday, and he refused! Can you believe that?!”

“Really?”

“Really!” Logan loved peanut butter cups more than he loved physics, and that said a lot for a nerd like him. “And! A few days ago he got accepted into his first-choice university — the one downtown, but when mum and dad suggested we go out with your family to celebrate, he shut himself in his room!”

Chan seemed to relax and tense up at the same time if that were possible. It was almost as if he was glad Logan wasn’t taking any of his anger out on anyone, but also feeling guilty for fighting in the first place.

"What did he do? Did his friends make fun of your dancing again? Because I swear to god—"

"No!" he interrupted, then cleared his throat. "No, he didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault."

You clicked your tongue. Chan was never at fault; it was always Logan and his big mouth.

"Oh come on, Chan. I've literally never seen you be the stupid one when you guys fight. You don't have to protect Logan all the time."

He wasn't looking at you, but his hands instead. They fiddled with each other in his lap, picking at his nails or rubbing his knuckles. "It really is my fault…"

"Oh." The air in his room was suddenly stale. "What happened?"

There was a silence, one that made you want to curl up into yourself and disappear. It felt as if you were intruding on something you shouldn't have. And even then, you still had no idea what was going on.

After a moment, Chan didn't answer your question but asked one instead. "You really love Logan, don't you?"

You were caught off guard by his words. It wasn't, "do you love your brother," but, "I know you love your brother, will you admit it?"

And the truth was, you didn't know how you really felt about Logan. He was annoying, egotistical, obnoxious, but he was also ambitious, self-confident, not afraid to say what he's thinking. Sometimes you were jealous of him, of people like him, because there were times you too wanted to yell at the top of your lungs or pursue your dreams without caring what other people think. He may have been overbearing, but he brought out the voices in others.

"Nah," you finally answered. "There's no way I'd love that idiot."

Chan breathed a heavy sigh. He knew you were lying. "That's the problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Nothing, nothing." He stood from the bed and walked over to the door, opening it. "You should go. Logan and I will figure this out."

•

They figured things out. You weren't a part of it, but they did.

After that, Chan didn't talk to you.

He stopped helping you with math or saying hi when you passed each other in the halls. He stopped greeting you when he and Logan were in the living room and you'd walk through to the kitchen for a snack. He stopped that small smile he always made when you met his eyes, and instead kept looking away as fast as he could.

You wanted to ask, to complain, but you never found the right timing. Chan wouldn't even look in your general direction, and Logan would avoid the topic like the plague.

Months passed, and you still couldn't figure it out. What did you ever do so wrong?

Both swings were much too small for you now, but that didn't deter you. The cool night air sent pinpricks to your cheeks. It felt like a slap to the face, the way it stung, though you didn't mind. You sat in the blue swing, pushing your feet against the dirt and going back and forth only a foot or two, thinking about what had brought you here. A dandelion flower crown sat atop your head, and another hung around your wrist.

Voices came from inside the house when the back door opened, and Logan walked out, Chan in tow. They made it halfway to the garage — both of them skillfully avoiding eye contact with you — before Logan patted both of his back pockets and cursed.

"I left my keys somewhere. Wait here."

He ran back into the house, leaving Chan to stand alone in the middle of your backyard. You watched as he stared at his shoes, stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, kicked around stray leaves. He wouldn't look at you.

"Chan."

He tensed but didn't look up.

"Chan."

He sighed and turned to face you. His actions told you he was angry, but his face said differently. He looked scared. Afraid. But of what?

"Come here."

His steps were slow and careful, but he eventually made his way in front of you, about a foot away. You gestured for him to lean down, and he did, before placing your second flower crown on his head. His eyes widened as he straightened back up, his hands going up to inspect what you'd done. He ran his fingers delicately over the dandelions.

You smiled. A tired, but happy smile. "Yeah… these always looked better on you, didn't they?"

"I—"

"Did I do something?" Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you held them back. "I can't help but think I did something, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what."

He took half a step closer. "No, no don't say that. You didn't do anything."

"Then what happened?"

"I…" His explanation faded away as he came even closer, both hands on the chains of your swing. Your faces were so close that you could see the imperfections in his skin; the acne from growing up, the spots from his days in the sun. His eyes glistened, though you didn't know why. Shouldn't you be the one crying?

You thought he might continue, but he only gulped. He adjusted his grip on the chains, eyes moving from yours to your lips and back again. For a second — just a second — you thought he might kiss you.

Stupid.

He stepped away too quickly for you to comprehend and took off the flower crown, putting it on your head so you wore two. Logan stepped out and found Chan already on his way to the garage, with you staring at him open-mouthed.

The tears that you'd worked hard to keep away finally spilled over your cheeks. You didn't stop them.

As Logan pulled out of the garage, Chan caught one last glance at you sitting on your blue swing, two flower crowns on your lowered head.

He never meant to make you cry.

Seventeen

"You're in group six, so go wait by the…" Your Leadership Strategies teacher squinted at her clipboard. "By the volleyball nets."

Your school was hosting some sort of event for children around eight to ten, with random games and snacks in and outside the school's gymnasium. It was a huge thing that happened every year, but this was the first time you'd volunteered — well, it was for a class, so maybe not "volunteered" per se.

The volleyball nets were in the corner of the gym, tucked away for the offseason. You could already see a group of kids waiting around there with another student volunteer.

Chan.

You sucked in a breath, pausing in the middle of the gym. He and you hadn't said anything to each other since that night almost a year ago. But that shouldn't have made you so hesitant. You were a strong person, you liked to think, so this really shouldn't have affected you as much as it did — and for so long. Chan must have been past it by now, and there was no way you'd lose to him like that.

Raising your chin, you walked to the group.

If Chan was surprised about being partnered with you, he didn't show it. He gathered all the kids in a circle and sat down with them without so much as batting you an eye. His eyes shone as he talked to the children, and his bright smile never left his lips.

Okay. So you might lose to him like that.

You cleared your throat and looked at the instructions your teacher had given you. Introductions first.

"Okay, kids! Let's go around the circle and introduce ourselves," you said cheerfully. "Just tell everyone your name and…" you glanced at the instructions, "your favorite flower."

As an example, you told them your name and thought for a second. A certain soft-haired boy wearing a certain yellow flower on his head popped into your head. "...Dandelions. My favorite flowers are dandelions."

They went around saying their names and their favorite flowers like daisies or roses or sunflowers, when finally, halfway through, Chan was next.

"I'm Chan," he said, still smiling at the kids. "And my favorite flower? Hmmm…"

From across the circle, he met your eyes.

"Pansies. I've always loved pansies."

•

"Logan?"

"Hm?"

You looked at yourself in the mirror, the one on the closet by your front door, wondering if what you wore was good enough for the get-together you were going to tonight.

"If I ever had a boyfriend and they broke up with me, would you beat them up?"

Logan looked up from the book he was reading, an eyebrow quirked. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I'm saying: if I did, would you?"

He closed the book and took off his reading glasses. "Dude, I'm five-seven and a hundred twenty pounds — I'm not beating anyone up anytime soon."

"Pfft, nerd."

"Besides," he said, standing up and walking to the fridge. "You're not gonna get a boyfriend while I'm around."

Your bottom lip jutted out. Rude. "Why not?"

With a glass of juice in his hand, he walked up to you on the way to his room and looked you up and down. "Uh, because you're ugly? The fuck kinda question…?"

•

The get together wasn't the most amazing party you'd ever been to, but it was nice seeing everyone and hanging out without the premise of a study session.

When you got home, the clock in your room read 10:38, though since it was about an hour slow, you knew it was really almost midnight. No one else was home; your parents had gone out for the weekend for their anniversary (gag) and your brother left earlier to stay with one of his university friends — he said it was to study for an upcoming engineering exam, but you didn't really believe him.

You changed out of your clothes and into pajamas, brushed your teeth, and you were about to get in bed when the doorbell rang.

In the back of your brain, the thought that, hey, there's literally no salesperson that would go door to door at midnight, crossed your mind, but maybe you were a bit too tired to also think, this could definitely be a serial killer. So you swung the door open.

"The sign says no soliciting—"

Chan stood on your doormat, head down and hands in his jeans pockets. He looked up when you opened the door, and you immediately noticed the red around his eyes, the tears brimming just behind his eyelids.

"Oh my god," you breathed, taking in the sight of him. "Oh my god, Chan, what happened? I mean, come in, come in."

You backed away from the door, giving him room to walk in, but he didn't move.

"Is…" he choked out, "is Logan home?"

"He's at a friend's place."

A stagnant silence filled the air between you.

You'd seen Chan cry plenty of times, sure, but all those times were from years ago; over spilled milk. One of his toy cars had lost a wheel. Or he dropped his multiplication table homework in a puddle. But this? You'd never had to deal with this before.

"I'll just… I'll just go," Chan said, turning, but you took one step outside in your bare feet and gently wrapped a hand around his arm.

"No, come in. I'll make you some tea."

Chan sat on the couch as you walked to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water. As you waited for it to boil, you pulled out your phone to text Logan.

Chan's here and he's not looking too good. Come home ASAP

You didn't bother to wait for a response.

"Here." You set his mug on the coffee table in front of him and joined him on the couch, keeping a safe distance. After such a long time of only being the 'best friend's little sibling', you weren't sure what boundaries were set between the two of you.

The air felt stiff and cold as you sat there without anything to say. Only the sounds of the house creaking and Chan's occasional sniffles could be heard for several minutes, but you still kept your mouth shut. Chan didn't want your help, he wanted Logan's.

Eventually, though, he spoke.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nearly choked on your tea, but you caught yourself and placed your mug on the coffee table. "Of course."

He kept his eyes on his hands, which were clasped in front of him on his lap, though it didn't take away from his sincerity.

"You never laughed when I said I wanted to be a dancer. Everyone else… they don't believe me the first time I tell them, and then when I say I'm serious, they laugh. I know they try to hide it, but it doesn't work. Nobody's ever believed that I'll make it. Or that it's a good idea. Everyone says it unrealistic— that I should go into business, or science. Or just get a desk job. You never did that though. Thanks."

When he finally looked at you, his close-lipped smile was wide, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Oh Chan," you whined, finally breaking. You may not have spoken to each other for almost a year, but you still cared about him. Seeing him in pain still broke your heart.

Despite the boundaries you'd made up, you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gently putting one hand on the back of his head and pulling him into a hug. He stiffened but relaxed within a moment, letting his forehead fall to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck.

"What happened?"

With a heavy sigh, he shivered in your arms. "Nothing happened. I just realized how stupid my dream was."

Was. Not is.

"Chan…" you started, holding back tears. This was when you needed to be strong. "Your dream isn't stupid. It never was."

You could feel his shaky breath on your skin. Two hands slowly snaked their way around your waist, pulling you closer. If this was any other situation, your heart may have fluttered, but this wasn't about warm touches, or skin contact, or crushes. This was about a person who needed you and what you were willing to give. Chan was sinking, and you didn't know if you were strong enough to bring him back up again.

"Most— most people give up on their dreams, Chan. They give up earlier in their lives and they're just… jealous— envious. They want to follow their 'stupid' and 'unrealistic' dreams just as much as you do, but they've already given up, and they're upset that you haven't given up too." You ran your thumbs back and forth on his scalp and his back, hopefully in a comforting way. "I want you to follow your dreams, Chan— to achieve them. You're stronger than the rest of us. Show us how it's done. Give us hope that dreams aren't dead… because I know you can. And you will."

He pulled away.

Your shoulder felt cold with his tears left behind, and you feared you said something wrong. Did you offend him in some way? Were you being insensitive? Was—

"Thanks," he said, laughing lightly as he leaned back into the couch, hands returning to clasp each other in his lap. "I… really needed to hear that."

"Oh…" Relief flowed through you like a stream, slow but sure, as you sank back to sitting regularly, this time much closer to his side than before.

He wiped the remaining tears from his eyes, then turned to you, his face much closer than it had been in a while. "There's just one thing, though."

You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, trying to figure out what else he was upset about, but you came up with nothing. He didn't seem that distraught over it.

"A dream," he answered your silent question. "But I had to give up on it a couple years ago."

"What…" you stumbled over your own words when he moved his entire body to face you, and you unconsciously did the same, "...what dream?"

His hand reached up to your cheek, grazing your skin with the touch of a butterfly's wing; there, but so light, you'd think it was a dream if you weren't watching it with your own eyes. You saw his eyes flicking back and forth all over your face — at your eyes, your cheeks, your lips.

You wanted to ask him again — what his dream was — but he leaned in.

And maybe you leaned in too.

The kiss was slow, shaky, unsure, as if the slightest misstep could destroy you both. You supposed it might, with the minefield that had been your relationship until now, but the feeling of his lips against yours, of his fingers landing on the skin behind your ears, of his thumb grazing your cheek, they all pulled you into a whirlpool you had no intention of escaping.

You kissed him back slowly — with everything that you'd missed saying over the past decade, but after a moment, he retreated.

Your lips followed him unconsciously, but when they couldn't find his, you opened your eyes. He sat there, looking at you with tears about to spill.

"I'm sorry," he nearly sobbed, bringing his hands up to wipe the oncoming tears. "I'm sorry, I just… I've wanted to… for so long… I—"

You slipped your hands under his to cup his cheeks and raised his head so you could look him in the eyes. Tears of your own started to fall, but that wasn't your main priority at the moment. You smiled. It was easy, yet so difficult at the same time, but you smiled.

"Me too, Chan. Me too."

He broke, his face crumpling before he tackled you. Your back hit the couch cushions and you laughed at his desperation. He looked as if you'd shattered and blown away, but you were there.

You were there.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist and chest laying on yours. When he raised his head, his tears had ceased again, and despite the red of his eyes, the puffiness, the streaks down his face from crying, he looked happy. Elated. In…

In love. Maybe.

You wondered if your eyes reflected his, shiny and bright.

"Pansy?" Chan whispered, his lips almost touching yours as it was.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"Okay."

It was messy, full of tears, past midnight, and on your living room couch when you shared your first kiss with the boy you loved, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Well, except for how it ended.

Logan slammed the front door shut when he came in, the view of you and Chan on the couch clear as day from where he stood. He stormed in and pulled Chan off you before you even knew what happening, throwing him to the floor.

"This better be a fucking hallucination, Chan," he growled. "This better be a fucking mirage because I did not just fucking see you making out with my little— agh!" He rubbed the palms of his hands in his eye sockets. "I don't even want to fucking think about it."

"Please— wait, I can explain—"

"I don't want your explanations! I don't need them! This was exactly what we agreed wouldn't happen, and look what you go fucking do."

Logan pointed a finger at you, but you were still frozen. You had no idea what the hell was going on. What they agreed wouldn't happen? You?

"I just—"

"No, you don't get to say anything right now. Get out."

"I—"

"OUT!"

Chan stood, and when he went to leave, he reached to touch you, to reassure you somehow that things would be okay, but Logan swiped his hand away. "Don't you fucking dare."

From the look in his eyes, you knew Chan wanted nothing more than to stay, but you doubted either of you had any say in the matter.

Chan left without another word.

"...Logan," you said after a moment.

"No."

He walked out the door again, and you ran to the windows to make sure he was driving off — instead of going to Chan's house and finishing what he started.

An Hour Before Eighteen

Logan came home late the next day, immediately going straight to his room. You got up from where you waited at the kitchen table and followed.

The door creaked when you pushed it open. "Logan—"

"Out," he said without looking up from his desk.

"No, it's my turn to talk now."

He sighed. As your brother, he knew you weren't backing down. Not this time.

"Fine. Talk away."

You sat down on his bed, which was covered in laundry he had yet to put away and homework he had yet to finish. "What happened yesterday? And don't tell me it's regular older brother stuff because I know it's not."

"I don't have to tell you anything."

"I deserve an explanation."

"You don't deserve anything." He finally looked up from whatever he was doing to face you. "This is between me and Chan."

"But it's not anymore. It's between you and Chan and me, ever since last night. And if you don't tell me anything, then I'm going to Chan."

"Oh, and what? You’ll start dating him?" He scoffed. "Do you know how bad of an idea that is?"

At your look of confusion, he scoffed again.

"What happens if you fight, huh? If you break up? Our families have been friends since I was eight. If you get all your stupid relationship problems mixed up in that, the whole thing will fall apart. If you fight, whose side am I supposed to take? Yours? Or my best friend's?"

"...You sound like you've thought about this a lot," you said, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, well Chan's basically been in love with you since that stupid flower crown thing you did. I've had a long time to overthink."

"He has?"

Logan swivelled in his chair, back to half-heartedly writing in his notebook. "Don't act like you don't know. He did a terrible job of hiding it."

"I really didn't," you mumbled. "He didn't talk to me for like… a year."

"That was me, not him. Trust me, he wanted to talk to you."

For a while, you sat in silence. The only sound was Logan's pencil scratching on the paper.

"Fine! Whatever!" he finally exploded. "Go to your prince charming, I don't care anymore!"

A Few Minutes Before Eighteen

Chan's mother answered the door and rushed you to his room, complaining that he hadn't come out all day.

You didn't bother knocking, instead just opening the door and walking in. "Chan…?"

A mass under a bundle of blankets on the bed moved at the sound of your voice, and Chan's head poked out. He gasped when he saw you, eyes wandering all over as if to make certain you were actually there in front of him. You smiled and walked forward, crawling onto the bed, to which he threw off the blankets and gathered you in his arms.

"Oh my god," he breathed, squeezing you even harder. "Oh my god."

"Hi."

"Hi." He sounded breathless. Like he could break any second.

"Don't cry again," you said. "It's a happy hug this time."

He nodded, but you could tell with his face tucked in the crook of your neck that he was this close to crying anyways. You stayed like that for a moment, you in his lap with your arms around each other, his face in your neck and your chin on his shoulder.

"...What did Logan say?" Chan finally asked.

"Something along the lines of… 'You two are so disgustingly cute and romantic that it'd be more of a pain to keep you apart than let you be together.'"

You felt the vibrations of Chan's laughter through your body, and you couldn't help but join in.

"Besides, I'm turning eighteen in a minute. Logan won't have any say anymore — not that I ever thought he did."

"Hmm," Chan hummed into your skin. Perhaps he wasn't quite listening to you, getting lost in the feeling of you in his arms instead. You were starting to drift a bit too.

"There's something I want for my birthday."

"What's that?"

Eighteen

"I love you."

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smiling too.

"I love you too, Pansy."

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Unlikely love: Aila and Ivan pt 2

But why him? What's so special about him? I've seen that same stoic expression on boxers that Rocky has fought, but I could care less about them. As I scramble to think of reasons why I want to know more, my phone buzzes. It's Tatyana. The text reads: "Pack your bags, we're leaving for Philly." Why are we going to Philly? Don't I have swan lake? Even though ballet isn't the most popular thing, I'm pretty famous because of Rocky. But a surprise interview so close to a performance is unlikely. But I do as I'm told and pack. Tatyana told me that I won't be there for very long, so I pack the bare essentials. She comes in (I gave her a key to my apartment, she didn't break in,) just as I'm assuring myself I don't need my LED therapy mask. Skincare is one of my weaknesses. She comes upstairs, pulls it out of my hands and zips my suitcase closed. "Good afternoon to you too, Tatyana." I say it in Russian with a smirk. In addition to everything else, she taught me Russian. "Oh Aila, always prioritizing beauty." She says with a hint of a smile. "But no time for that now. We have a flight to catch." I follow her out the door and into the waiting taxi. We go through airport security surprisingly quickly. I mean, we have an our till they start boarding. That's Tatyana for you. Always ridiculously early. Even when she took me black Friday shopping we were the first ones there. I start daydreaming. About swan lake, about why I have to go to Philly, but surprisingly not about him. Sergei Vorbyov, my well, I don't if he's my ex, boyfriend. He died two years ago today. He's the him I've been talking about. Usually he's on my mind ever free moment I get. I'd known him since childhood. He came from Russia when I was in first grade. We became friends, but once we started sixth grade, that changed. Well, a lot of things changed then. Two weeks after I started school, my mother was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. There was still a chance she could beat it, but I stayed hopeful. But one day, she told me she was dying. I didn't want to believe it. I told her that wasn't funny, that she shouldn't joke about things like that. But right in the middle of the lecture I was giving her, she started crying. That's when I knew she was telling the truth. Apaerantly she and Rocky were childhood friends, so I was sent to live with him. But back to what changed between me and Sergei, I had a little crush on him. But one day changed everything. The day I went back to school after mom's death, I was crushed. Everyone new, and even though I'd asked them to just go on like nothing happened, my friends kept asking me if I was OK. I can't blame them, but I justed wanted one aspect of my life to be normal. Every day after it happened, for a good while, everything was a reminder of what happened. Waking up in a bed that wasn't mine, an Italian man on the floor next to me. Rocky coming to sit next to me on the bed, asking me if I was OK before pulling me into a hug, whispering "You're gonna be OK, kid," into my ear. I didn't want to leave school that say, to go back to those reminders. But just when I started walking home, Sergei ran up to me, and asked me if we could walk home together. I said yes, and we did. He didn't say anything, but halfway home, he took my hand in his. That's when I knew I loved him, not just liked him. We stayed friends, but I still loved him. I confessed at sixteen, and dated from then till his death. He moved to New York with me when I got accepted into ballet school, turning down a scholarship that was a lot closer to home. He wanted to be a doctor, but he died before his residency even started. It was a car crash, I was on my period, and went out to get me chocolate. But some asshole hit him head on when he was pulling out if the gas station. I remember the crushing feeling that was too familiar. I remember selling my car, afraid the same thing would happen to me. He's been in thoughts ever since that day. But now I'm thinking about Ivan. And I'm not sure I like it.

#ivan drago #rocky balboa #ballerina #forbidden love #russia #loss

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emerald-notes · 2 years

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True Self - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Fluff Warning: None, I guess? Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: Meeting Namjoon while you take your sister to the park proves to you that he is the kind of man you’ve always fantasized about...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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Today, I was in charge of taking my 8 years old sister to the park she frequently went to. My mother usually did the job. Since she didn’t feel too well, I had to take the part.

“Namjoon oppa!” my sister called and ran towards the man I had never met before. But I had heard about him a lot from my mother and he was a perfect gentleman in her eyes. My little sister was fond of him as well. She even told me once that she would gladly exchange me with her ‘oppa’ if given the chance.

Namjoon’s face broke into a smile as he saw her. “Hey, sweetheart.” he said while hugging her gently. There was a hint of confusion on his face when he looked at me.

“I’m her elder sister.” I introduced myself.

“I see,” he shook my hand, “I’ve heard about you.”

I felt embarrassed as I wondered what my mother could possibly have told about me. She was the kind to always brag about me to every single person she met. Though, I see nothing in me to brag about.

Namjoon offered me to sit down. I accepted hesitantly even though my plan was to sit alone and read the last chapter of the book I had brought while my sister would go around the park making new friends.

We both tried to make a simple conversation, which we found too hard to continue. So, we sat there silently, watching my sister play with Namjoon’s dog.

After a while, Namjoon noticed the book, which was poking through my bag and inquired about it. Then, he showed me the book he had brought which gave me an excuse to read mine while he quietly read his.

That was how our first meeting went. When I got back home, my mother wasn’t impressed at all because of how immaturely I had behaved.

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I started to take my sister to the park more often. So that I got to meet Namjoon every now and then. He would come to walk his dog sometimes and will always strike up a conversation with me. Sometimes he would bring chocolate, milkshake or ice cream for my sister.

One day, he brought two chocolates with him, gave one to my sister and handed one to me. I gave him a look that said, “Why me?”

Namjoon laughed a little and said, “You mentioned once about how you used to eat lots of chocolates when you were a kid. So, I thought perhaps nobody bring them to you anymore now that you’ve grown up. But I can see through you. You still like them.”

I couldn’t help blushing. He had definitely saw me asking for a bite from my sister whenever I thought he wouldn’t notice. What an embarrassing way to get busted!

From that day on, whenever he would bring something for my sister he would bring one for me as well. At first, I hesitated to accept them. But eventually it turned into a normal act between us.

I started liking Namjoon without realizing it. He was the kind of person to radiate warmth around him. Talking to him started to feel like a stress relief mechanism to me.

I also couldn’t help noticing how clumsy he was. He would often break things and spill drinks on himself and on me as well. Once he even tumbled and fell down while we were walking down a slope.

He would immediately start to apologize and explain to me how he was not very good with his hands and legs. He even mentioned that some people called him a ‘giant baby’ because of his nature. I found it so adorable that I started to call him by that name secretly in my house too.

“Oh dear!” my mother once said, “Don’t tell me you are falling for him.”

“Of course, not!” I said with confidence. Then turned to go to my room, muttering to myself “I hope so…”

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We had bonded over our love for books. I found out that he was as eager to buy new books whenever he had the chance as me. We talked for hours about our favorite books, fictional worlds, characters and stories. It was getting dark and my little sister practically begged me to take her back home.

At this point, I was taking her to the park almost every day. And of course, my motive behind it was to meet up with Namjoon. Soon, I realized how less and less frequent his visits were getting. When I had asked him about it, he said, “I’m getting a little too busy with my works lately.”

He only once mentioned about him working for some music company. He had told me that he needed break every now and then from his stressful works. So, whenever he came to walk his dog, he didn’t like to talk about it. I never pushed him either.

“I want to take you out sometimes.” He told me one day; which was really surprising. We had been friends for more than 3 months. But none of us had ever expressed anything more than that by this time.

“Yeah, sure!” I said, “Where to?”

“Maybe at a bookstore?” he suggested. I said it sounded great and we agreed upon a time at a particular day.

As soon as I told my mother about it, she was really excited. She bought me new clothes with matching jewelries. I told her that she was imagining a little too much, that it was supposed to be a friendly hangout.

We met in front of the bookstore at the appointed date and Namjoon handed me the beautiful white flowers he had brought with him. I thanked him and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about buying you flowers too.”

Namjoon smiled at me, “Don’t worry, dear. Buy me some other day.” His dimple smile was enough to melt away all the worries. He looked so different when he smiled that it felt like he was a complete different person.

We had planned to buy each other books that we personally preferred. It was a fun idea. We were roaming around talking about what we liked about the books that we had chosen. And finally, we got out of the shop with loads of books to carry back home.

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Next time, I invited him for a coffee and I was the one who brought flowers for him.

“Wow, Sunflowers!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah.” I said casually, “’Cause they are my favorites.”

“No wonder. Pretty people like pretty things.”

I laughed, “Thank you or whatever.”

“Was it too bad?” he asked, “I was just trying to flirt.”

I nodded my head in affirmation, “Don’t even think about it. You’re horrible at this stuff.” Namjoon also started to laugh.

We ordered our coffees and sat there for a really long duration. Time seemed to fly by while I talked with this guy. He was a person I could talk so easily with.

By the end of the date, Namjoon said, “I think you ought to see for yourself the world I live in.”

“What does that mean? Are you from Narnia or something?” I jokingly asked.

He shook his head, smiling with somewhat seriousness, “I mean, my work.”

“Okay.” I said, excited to know.

“It is actually unbelievable that you still haven’t found out about it.” He chuckled, “I am an Idol.”

“You mean as the K-pop?” I asked, totally shocked at the revelation.

Then, Namjoon asked casually, “Do you know BTS?”

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marvelous-writer-221 · 2 years

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Remus Lupin as Y/N’s godfather headcanons.

Yesterday was October 31st and all I could think of is Remus losing all of his friends in one night. But, what if Y/N Black was also there? Will she bring some joy to his life again?

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It was an October night when something terrible happen at the Potter’s.

That was the same night you last saw your father.

“I’ll be back, okay love?” he said “I’ll be back, I promise.”

You were only two years old.

And he never came back.

But then Remus, your godfather, arrived.

“Moony, where’s daddy?” you asked.

He looked at you, tears shimmered in his eyes.

“He had to go away for a while, meanwhile you’re staying with me.”

It hurt him to lie to you, but he knew that one day he would tell you the truth.

And you would understand.

“Let’s go home.”

That’s how it began.

It was chaotic at the beginning.

You were as mischievous as your father.

Always running and playing around.

Remus was alway behind you, making sure you didn’t get hurt.

And if something happened to you, he always had a chocolate bar to make you feel better.

Bed time was quite a challenge.

He eventually found out you were a book lover just as him.

So every night he sat by your side to read you until you fell asleep.

The routine remained until you learned to read for yourself.

Remus always gave you books on your birthday.

Most of them used to be second-hand books because he didn’t have enough money to buy brand new ones.

You never cared too much about it.

The love you had for him was beyond material things.

When you were old enough, Remus and you created a Book Club where once a month you discuss about the book you've read.

Tea and biscuits were a must.

Remus never was very good at cooking.

Though he taught you how to bake.

He also never hide the fact he was a warewolf.

Actually, you used to bake him biscuits to make him feel better after a full moon.

Every friday night you used to sat on the sofa to watch Monty Python until Remus fell asleep.

The day your Hogwarts letter arrived you were very excited.

You didn’t talk about anything else for a week.

During your visit to Diagon Alley, Remus bought you an ice cream and told you some stories of his years at Hogwarts.

The first time you boarded the Hogwarts Express he cried tears of joy.

He was very proud of you.

Althought he had never told you, he loved you like a daughter.

And for a brief moment, he felt guilty to be the one who accompanied you in those moments and not your father, Sirius.

More Lupin headcanons here. If you’re interested in reading some Sirius Black x Daughter!Reader click here and here. Masterlist.

Thanks for reading!! Comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated.

#remus lupin #y/n black #sirius black x daughter!reader #dad!remus #uncle!remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin imagine #sirius black imagine #remus lupin headcanon #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter marauders #the marauders headcanon

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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Could I request a Carlos x fem!reader

Where Carlos and reader have been friends for long, but ppl still bullied reader secretly. One day, reader get’s hurt and Carlos finds out and is pissed (everyone relates to him being angry). While reader is being treated Carlos goes to avenge, Milo and Mira try to stop him. But the only one who can truly stop Carlos from his rage cloud is reader. He calms down, and feels guilty “sorry I couldn’t protect you better”. And reader being like but you dont have to, and him being like, I want to. And stuff like that. Sorry if it’s too specific and so long! (Also, Abuela and Pepa not scolding him for it bc 1- they kinda relate 2- they saw how Carlos looks at reader. A story where Carlos fight but don’t get punished for it 😂)

"Mi Salvador"

summary:

— Carlos cherished you in every way and wants nothing but the best for you. Yet it seemed as though you've been secretly getting anything but the best and eventually he learns the truth and boy, he was a hot and boiling ball full of rage. Carlos was guilty of not being the one who protects you.

genre:

— fluff with a little bit of angst

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— depictions of violence & assault

hello anon! I hope you like this one :>

You and he have been stuck to the hip since children, everybody felt odd about the chemistry you two developed. You and Carlos were complete opposites. He was brash and bold and you were soft and shy. Yet despite having various contrasts, you and he had a connection like no other. You completed one another. Carlos may not be the most sympathetic guy but you taught him how to be one and in return he gave you the world.

Carlos and you have this bond that nobody can easily fathom. You and he will have this some sort of telepathic conversation with nods and hand gestures, akin to playing charades, then one of you would react funnily. Even Camilo was baffled to see his twin gaining friendship.

Today was not different. You'll wake up and meet up with Carlos by the town's square, on your basically favorite hangout spot by the fountain. He's often the first to arrive, greeting you with a teasing smirk. You two would eat an empanada or more by the fountain, talking about whatever. And about noon, both of you would separate ways for a moment to do chores or something else. During that duration without Carlos comes the most terrifying part of your day.

You're walking as fast as you can to reach the comfort of your home but as always, a group of teens would block your way. You cowered, feeling your legs shake as your fight or flight mode kicks in. You choose to flee but someone grabs you by the arm and roughly yanks you back.

"Be-Benjo-!"

You squeaked at the boy with raven hair and mischievous chocolate eyes. Benjo was a very attractive boy if it weren't for his horrible attitude.

"hola ratoncito"

He purred and grabs both of your shoulders, he leans his lips near your ears, taunting you.

"Alone again, I see"

You gulped and tried to free yourself but he traps you in his arms causing you to become squeamish. Benjo pinches your cheek firmly

"Ah so soft. ¡Tan preciosa y vulnerable! And all mine"

"Please leave me alone"

You pleaded and he gives you a laugh. Benjo pushes you down to the dusty pavement as he and his group tower over you.

"Look at you [Name], you think you're so safe whenever you're with Carlos huh? If he cares about you so much then why would he leave you to walk home and alone with us scattered around?"

Your lips begin to quiver. This has happened more than once, nobody knows that you were being bullied because you were scared of telling. If you were to tell someone, they might not believe you and if ever Benjo found out you're trying to get him in trouble, he'll double the harassment. You tried but it seemed like trying to get help would make everything worse.

"I bet Carlos is just playing with you by letting you fall into danger, huh? If he cared then why isn't he here to save you now? Where's tu salvador?"

You know Benjo is lying and he's only trying to get in your head. You knew Carlos, he cares for you, he loves you because you're his best friend. Yet there's this little voice in your head that gives you doubt, what if Benjo was right? Before you knew it, your eyes begin to water.

"Aww, pobre ratoncito"

Benjo coos as his friends laughed at you.

"God, you're so pathetic [Name]. What were you thinking? A girl like you won't survive on her own, being soft and kind won't get you anywhere. Consider this as free advice from me"

He grabs your chin while tears flow violently from your eyes, Benjo sneered at your helplessness.

"You're such a fucking crybaby. Sooner, Carlos would grow tired of you and throw you away, nobody will ever want you"

With his final words, Benjo delivers a punch on your nose. You were thrown back with a scream stuck on your throat. You were beyond shaking as you reached to touch your nose, blood begins to exit your nostrils. Your eyes widen, footsteps approach you as you try to crawl back but somebody stops you with a kick to your abdomen. Benjo smacks you hard on the head and suddenly your vision starts to fade.

"Nobody will ever want you, stupid girl"

These were the last words you heard before you blacked out on the dirty pavement.

You gained consciousness and found yourself lying in an alleyway. Immediately, you tried to stand up but your body begins to ache. You winced as your eyes watered. You leaned against the wall for support and tried to stand up. Your vision was a bit hazy but you were determined to get back home before anybody sees you. This has happened several times yet each moment you encounter Benjo it appears to only get worse. You didn't understand why they were so cruel, even if you tried to ask you're too afraid to get the words out.

As you limped your way home, you rushed towards the bathroom. You saw your reflection, your face was full of dirt and smears of your blood, there's a bruise on your nose but it wasn't obvious. You quickly started washing up and patching all the wounds on your body. By the time you finished, it was getting dark outside.

Shit, I was supposed to meet up with Carlos an hour ago!

You rushed outside, ignoring the remaining pain all over your body. You practically ran to your usual meeting spot, you let out a heavy sigh when you spot Carlos waiting impatiently with crossed arms. He sees you and suddenly his hard expression turns gentle as you approached him.

"¡Lo siento, Carlos! I-I got too caught up with my chores"

You chuckled as you lied, honestly, it hurt that you have to lie to the person you trust the most but it was for the better. Carlos playfully rolls his eyes.

"Dios mio, I thought something bad has happened to you, not that I was worried"

Carlos smirked as he joked, then he gives you a light punch on your shoulder causing you to cry out in pain. He freezes as you felt your blood turn cold.

"Hey, are you alrigh-"

"I'm fine! I'm fine! I just...finished doing this difficult chore! And I kinda hit my shoulder while doing it but nothing too bad!"

You were praying silently that Carlos would take your excuse, you almost collapsed in relief when he scoffs at you.

"Sheesh, you should've called me for help you clumsy girl"

Carlos says with a hand on his hip while he sassed, you waved him off.

"Come on, I'm okay! I can handle things on my own"

Carlos gives you a suspicious look so you rolled your eyes and slapped him on the shoulder. His face morphs into amusement as he snickered.

"Whatever. Want some of tía's arepas for that?"

He asks and pointed at your aching shoulder.

"Sure"

You reply. Carlos leads you to la casa Madrigal, the moment you sat down in Julieta's kitchen and ate one of her arepas, your whole body felt so much lighter and it was so refreshing. You decided to have dinner with the Madrigals. Nobody has to know everything you're going through, you'll just get in their way, especially Carlos. As long as he doesn't see any cuts and bruises you'll be fine even if you don't know how much longer can you tolerate it all. It all only started with cruel words until they started getting physical, but nothing it's you can't handle.

You munched on your food and smiled along with the Madrigal family, oblivious to Carlos' worried stare.

Oddly, you went this morning to meet Carlos by the fountain to not see him there. That was strange considering he never skipped a day to meet up at your favorite place. You sat there for a while thinking maybe he was just late. An hour and a half passed and Carlos didn't show up, you frowned to yourself. Perhaps something urgent happened that he needed to take care of? Whatever the case is, you decided to just return to the town' square later.

You dreaded your walk back home, you knew deep down in your gut that Benjo and his friends is going to come and harass you again. Your biggest fear has been confirmed when Benjo does appear in front of you, his friends not too far behind. Your whole body starts to shake as fear consumes you. Your mind screams for you to run and you did. However, when your head turned, someone grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you back. You come face to face with Benjo.

"Ple-please Be-Benjo don-don't"

You stammered. His face displayed pure displease of you pleading so he grabs your chin to look at him dead in the eye.

"And just where do you think you're going, ratoncito?"

Benjo growled at you, tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. His grip on your chin was so hard that you're afraid he's about to break your jaw. Eventually, he lets go and looks the other way. You were standing still like a statue, you begin to cry and hiccup as you feel his friends approaching. Your mouth was shaking, unable to form or say any sentences because of the sheer fright you were experiencing. The expression on your face displayed how you were imagining the horror Benjo was about to do. Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes unable to stop watering, and your mouth kept moving and creating incoherent sounds caused by your fear of him.

"Will you STOP being noisy?!"

Suddenly, Benjo turns and swiftly plants a solid punch on your face, you scream then stumble down to the pavement. You hold your cheek and begin to panic, your heart was beating so loud that you can hear it in your ears. Your vision was blurry because of the tears that kept flowing down your face.

"Wh-why are yo-you doing this to m-me?!"

You involuntary screamed. Benjo's eyes were glowing with rage as he reaches to grab your chin again, he brings his face so close to yours that your foreheads were touching.

"Because you're nothing but a lousy and stupid bitch! You keep getting into my nerves by squeaking like a fucking mouse!"

Benjo growled at you. Your breathing becomes labored, forgetting to take a breath because of the horror you were encountering. You kept sobbing loudly in front of him.

"Ben-Benjo ple-please-"

He grips your blouse and punches you again. You fall back as he stands up to kick you in the stomach. You continue bawling on the pavement, drool drips out of your mouth as you struggled to breathe through the pain. Benjo scoffs at you with disgust then leaves you after inflicting more injuries.

Meanwhile, Carlos panicked as he got dressed and literally tripped his way out of the house. Mierda, he's so late! He was supposed to meet you an hour ago! He woke up late because he was thinking about you all night. As he arrived by the fountain, you were not there and his heart dropped with disappointment. He hoped you weren't mad at him. Carlos decided to visit your house in case you were there.

On his way, he saw a figure lying on the street and they were crying nonstop. Carlos stops and looked at the person more carefully. When he saw your face with bruises and blood, Carlos' brain stops functioning. You were lying alone on the street, badly hurt and sobbing. It was the last thing he wanted to see. At a speed faster than a second, Carlos rushes to you. The moment he got close, his heart was crushed to bits and pieces. You looked like a mess, when you meet his eyes, he felt a thousand times worse as you start reaching your arms to him. Carlos carefully holds you and helps you up to your feet. He couldn't stand hearing you mumble unclear sentences as you clung unto him for dear life. Immediately, he carries you back to his house.

Carlos kept thinking who had the nerve to hurt you to that extent? His hands begin to shake as rage kicks in. Carlos has never felt angry in his entire life. Whoever hurt you would never see the sunlight again, he swears. That person would never hear the end of his wrath. Carlos heads to the kitchen and calls for his tía Julieta. She shows up and sees you horribly injured, she gasps then quickly fetches you something to eat. Others arrived at the kitchen to see the commotion, when they saw you crying so hard they all rushed to comfort you. Carlos' heart melted at the sight of his family taking care of you, but his anger was much stronger.

"Hermano, who did this to her?"

Camilo asks him with concern. Carlos' eye twitched.

"I don't know, but I will find them"

Camilo gulped at his twin, who had this unblinking gaze forward and was clearly beyond pissed. Camilo grabs Mirabel by the shoulder as he whispered to her and pointed at his brother. They watched him with worry and kept an eye out in case he goes on planning something. You were regaining your breath as Julieta slowly fed you some food, it was slowly taking effect as you sat and waited for all of your injuries to be healed. The Madrigals all let out a sigh of relief. Carlos comes to you and looks at you sternly in the eye. Your heart leaped out of your chest at his dark expression. You knew well how infuriated he can get and it scared you down to the core.

"Are you okay?"

His voice was surprisingly soft when he asked you. Unable to find any words, you only nod at him. Carlos sighs through his nose.

"Who did this to you?"

His voice turned deep and you flinched. Carlos watched you bite your lip and avoid his gaze, by this, he can tell that whoever hurt you seemed to have full control of you and it made his blood boil hotter.

"Please [Name], I just want to know who is responsible for this"

He asked more gently. He grits his teeth at each second you remain silent. Carlos balled his hands and his throat grew tight. Fine, if you won't tell him who, he'll have to find them himself. He makes his way towards the door, he was willing to search the entire land of Encanto for that fucker.

"Carlos! Hermano, we need to think this through!"

"Yeah, primo! We need to calm down first!"

Camilo and Mirabel rushed to stop Carlos from breaking somebody's neck. He growled when they tried to pull him back.

"¡Mierda! Stop it! I need to find out who fucking hurt [Name]!"

Carlos was determined to get revenge that not even his mother can stop him. You noticed the scene unfolding and you immediately reached out to him.

"Ca-Carlos!"

Suddenly, he halts and turns his head to face you. Camilo and Mirabel were stunned by the fact that Carlos was stopped by only the sound of your voice. Your eyes pleaded at him, it was full of hurt and desperation that all his anger fades away as he made his way towards you.

"I need you, please"

You whispered to him. The Madrigals decided to leave you two be, Carlos carefully wraps his arms around you. The sense of comfort and security was all you felt as he held you in his arms. You buried your face on the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. When the fury disappeared, Carlos was left to feel...guilty. He felt guilty that he wasn't there to protect you, to prevent you from getting hurt. He should've been there! He could've done something! His eyes begin to feel wet.

"[Name] I...I'm sorry"

His voice sounded timid like he was holding back a sob and it saddened you. So you pulled away and placed a hand on his cheek, his face slowly heats up by the sudden touch.

"It's okay, Carlos. Besides, I should be the one sorry"

"But why?"

"I...this wasn't the first time I got...hurt"

Carlos' face shifted into frustration but he keeps calm, he takes your hand and clasps it between his palms.

"Are you telling me they've been hurting you more than once?"

His tone was hoarse, he tried his best to remain calm for your sake.

"Yes...please don't be mad"

"But why? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

There was a pause when he asked you. It took all your might not to break down in front of him, you slowly leaned into his touch and embraced him again, craving the welcoming warmth of his body.

"I thought that...you would never care or that you grew tired of me so like...why bother-"

"What the fuck?"

Carlos never felt so offended by your words, he gently grabs the sides of your face and looks into your eyes.

"I care about you [Name]. Look, I'm sorry if it's not obvious but I do. I want to be there for you, I want to be with you all the time. I want to be the one to save you when someone tries to hurt you"

Carlos didn't realize that he was rambling and the effect does it have on you. At that second when he told you how much he cared, you were smitten. Your face felt warmer than the sun and was redder than an apple. Carlos tugged on your heartstrings that you couldn't help but fall for him.

"Oh mi salvador "

You swoon and bury yourself in his arms. He was shocked for a second but found himself flustered by the immediate affection. He sighs.

"I promise that I will try my best to protect you better"

"You don't have to"

"But I want to"

Carlos pouts and suddenly he's the most adorable person in the world. You squeal and showered him with your attention. He spent the rest of the day not leaving your side.

Carlos watched as you played with his little brother. You were laughing with Antonio as he told you stories about his animals. While he was enjoying the peaceful sight of you having fun, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Carlos turns and sees Camilo, his face scrunched up.

"What do you want?"

"We found them"

Carlos' face morphs into shock for a fraction of a second then becomes stern. Gives you one single glance then follows his brother outside. Dolores including his mother and Abuela was waiting for him, he raises a brow.

"So, who did it?"

"I heard someone talking about [Name] and how their friend beat her up yesterday, that friend was named Benjo"

Dolores informs him. Carlos' face displays realization, he knew Benjo had a mean streak like him but they were always different. He seethes, but before he could leave to find Benjo, Pepa blocks his way. He assumed that she was going to stop him from beating the guy into a pulp then she sighs.

"Be careful out there, mijo"

"Huh? You're not going to stop me, mamá?"

Carlos was baffled when his mother sighed and caressed his cheek. Abuela walks to him.

"We saw the way you look at her, Carlito. We understand the feelings you hold for her"

He was trying hard not to feel soft or endeared by Abuela's words. So he gives them a grin and an amused scoff instead.

"Well, wish me luck then"

"You better return without a scratch, mijo. Never let this happen again"

Pepa warned him as she watched her son go and give Benjo a piece of his mind. Abuela wraps an arm around her daughter's shoulder as they watched Carlos fondly.

"He grew up so fast"

A raincloud appears above them, Abuela chuckles and doesn't comment on it.

"Estoy de acuerdo. Camilo, Dolores, you mustn't tell your papá about this, okay?"

"Sí Abuela"

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redpandaramblings · 3 years

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 6

Part 1 Here

Next part Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

Before Bakugou could reply, the jeweler came back into the room and handed Denki a piece of paper.

“All right sir, here is your receipt! Your ring should be ready in three days.”

“Thanks.” Denki shoved the receipt into his pocket, quickly making his way to the door. “See you around Bakubro. Don't want to be late for my shift.” The door closed behind him with a bang.

Bakugou wasn’t annoyed though. Now he could pick out the perfect ring for Y/N and not worry about Kaminari being nearby. Everyone knows Kami can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep all of this a secret.” Denki moaned into his hands. He was sitting with his head buried in his arms. Y/N reached across the table and gently petted his hair.

“I know what you mean, but I don’t think either of us are in a good position to start telling people.”

Y/n and Denki sat in a secluded corner of a dimly lit cafe. Both of them had this time free and both of them definitely needed to talk. They stood a lot less chance of anyone asking questions if they were just two friends getting lunch instead of them privately going to each other’s apartments.

Denki looked up, giving Y/N a wide eyed expression. “I know, but I wasn’t expecting Bakugou to show up when I was dropping off that abomination of a ring! I just was lucky the jeweler had already taken it to the back. You were right by the way, that thing is absolutely horrendous. Like, was the designer blind?”

Y/N snorted. “From what I’ve heard, great great grandpappy had a lot more money than brains and wanted to impress his omega by shoving as many stones onto a ring as possible.”

“No kidding. I think it can be seen from space.”

“Very likely.” Y/N chuckled before slumping back into her seat with a sigh. “Though I might have an idea about what Bakugou was doing there.”

“Wait, seriously?”

Y/N nodded with a sigh. “Yeah. When I got back he invited me to the summer festival. I’d forgotten about it.”

“Ah shit, yeah. Isn’t that your guys' anniversary?”

“Yep.” Y/N sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Of course he had to pick this time to actually celebrate. We haven’t gone or done anything… God, I think since he became a hero.”

“So you think he was getting a gift.” Denki sat back as the server came, placing your orders in front of each of you. You both murmured your thank yous and waited until the server was out of earshot before resuming your conversation.

“Yeah, he had to have been. Makes me feel terrible, but there wasn’t a good time to… Well…”

Y/n gestured between herself and Denki.

“Tell him that you’ve been betrothed to an omega of much superior looks, breeding, and manners?”

You gave Denki a little kick under the table as he cackled. He grinned cheekily as he poked at his food. “Sorry. Humor is my coping mechanism. I get it though. Timing sucks all the way around.”

You nodded, sighing and taking a bite of your own food. “Can’t say anything during his heat. Then his schedule was swamped, and I had to sort things out with you. Then bam, anniversary that for some reason he decided to remember this year.”

Denki snorted, popping a bite into his mouth. “That’s about the long and the short of it. And we haven’t even begun to figure out how to tell everyone we’ve not only accepted arranged betrothals, but that we’re engaged to each other.”

“I don’t know, I was kind of hoping we could just move to Tahiti and never speak to our former friend groups ever again?”

“A valid possibility. But that means we’d have to learn French and maybe Tahitian. You know I only passed English because Hitoshi and his dad coached me.”

“Fair point.” You sighed heavily. “But I’m really not looking forward to these conversations.”

“They have to happen though. You might have some anonymity to hide behind, but I’d rather my friends not find out about our engagement when they see an article about Chargebolt getting married.”

“Really?” You smirked slightly. “Then you’re going to tell everyone at your agency, hmm?”

Denki kicked you under the table. “Shut up!”

You poked at your food again as the smile fell from your lips. “So… Did you get a chance to think about what I sent you?”

Kaminari nodded. “Yeah. And I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.”

“I thought about it a lot. I hate to leave the area, but it would be too awkward to stay here after everything.”

A few days ago you had sent Denki an email with a list of places that had job openings that would suit both of you. You both loved where you lived, but after everything, how could you stay? There’s no way the two of you could continue to keep living in the same apartment building as Bakugou. That would be cruel. Cruel to whom you didn’t quite want to think about. You spoke up again.

“Any place catch your eye?”

Kaminari nodded. “I was kind of thinking Okinawa. I have a few connections there. Decent distance from here and from our parents. And that would probably be the easiest transition.”

“Works for me.” You said, as if it wasn’t ripping your heart out to do this. It hurt. But it had to happen. In the end, you had to believe this was what was best for everyone. It might take some time, but this was it. This was what would make everyone happy in the long run.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shinsou was worried. Denki had been acting odd. And that’s saying something. The blond omega was usually loud and bubbly, the life of the agency. At least once a week, he invited Shinsou out for drinks, meals, clubs, karaoke, or some other nonsense. But ever since he’d gotten back from his three day leave, Kaminari had been acting strange. When he thought no one was looking, he was quiet. Withdrawn. Like he was puzzling out the toughest problem of his life.

Denki having a problem? Pretty typical. Denki having a problem and not talking to Shinsou about it? Pretty unusual. The blond had always come to the purple haired alpha with even the simplest of problems. Apartment searches, furniture assembly, what support items would suit his quirk best, even things like what to get from Starbucks. And even though he might groan and roll his eyes, secretly Hitoshi loved every second of it. When he had helped by digging through websites, cobbling together a rickety shelf, or reminding Denki that he always got the most cloyingly sweet items on the menu; Hitoshi got to pretend that he was Denki’s alpha.

Shinsou wasn’t sure exactly when he had fallen in love with Denki. Probably had been since high school at least. His dad had warned him against loud blonds while his father had laughed. But he couldn’t help it. Kaminari had been one of the first people to enthusiastically believe in him. Had always sought him out and wormed his way into Shinsou’s life and heart. And now Shinsou couldn’t understand it, but Denki was pulling away. Even as he watched the blond who was typing up a report on his computer, it somehow felt like Kaminari was slipping right through his fingers.

Shinsou cleared his throat. Kaminari glanced up. “Yeah man? What’s up?”

“You doing okay, Denks? You’ve seemed a little out of it.”

Denki met his eyes, startled, then quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yep! Totally fine.”

“Denki. I know you.”

Kaminari sighed and slumped on his desk. “Just some life stuff. Family stuff. Friend stuff.”

Shinsou frowned, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Denki snorted and laughed quietly. Shinsou furrowed his brows.

“Yeah” Denki sighed. “I know. But half of it isn’t really my stuff to tell and the other half isn’t exactly worth talking about.”

“You sure? We could go grab one of your obnoxiously sweet coffees after work. Go to mine or yours, watch an old crappy horror.”

“Tempting. Thanks man. I would, really, but I got some stuff I have to do after work. Some other time maybe.”

Shinsou frowned. It was rare for the omega to turn down an invitation for a movie night. Hell, it was rare for Denki to turn down an invitation, end stop. It made him even more worried about his omega… friend. His omega friend. His friend who just so happens to be an omega. Hitoshi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really didn’t want to ruin the best friendship he had. But he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His alpha had decided on the electric blond long ago, and the omega’s unusual behavior and unhappy scent was driving him wild with the need to protect. He really needed to pull himself together and confess soon.

“Well, whenever you’re free then,” Shinsou said, reluctantly letting his hand fall from Denki’s shoulder. “You know my number.”

Denki nodded and looked up, giving him half a smile. “I do. Thanks Shinsou.”

Shinsou walked back to his desk, his mind made up. He needed to tell his omega how he felt, and soon.

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Y/N twisted and turned, looking at herself in the mirror. It had been a very long time since she’d worn a yukata. It didn’t feel right to dress up like this. But wearing anything else also felt wrong. Everything about this date felt wrong. Like this was the kind of she she did in another life. And now here she was, going on a date with the man she loved. Who she’d always love. And who she’d already decided she was going to let go.

Y/N snorted and fussed with her hair a bit. Maybe she should have just refused this date. Claimed to be sick or something. But that felt wrong too. So, she just had to get through tonight. After all, what’s one more night of pretending everything is fine? Hopefully this could be a good memory from a relationship that just wasn’t meant to be. After tonight, she’d wait a couple days and then talk to Bakugou and let him go like he clearly wanted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Katsuki was going to throw up.

He was going to throw up, right here, all over himself and all over shitty hair, too. His red headed friend was giving him a pep talk as he helped Bakugou into his jinbei. Not that Bakugou needed the help. Or the pep talk. It just was easier to let the squad come over when they had found out about his date. It’s not like he wanted them there or anything. Once Kiri, Mina, and Sero realized he was going to use this date to ask Y/N to be his mate, they had insisted on helping him get ready.

None of them knew about the little velvet box in his pocket and that his plans went further than just asking Y/N to be his mate. Bakugou bit his lip to keep from frowning as he looked over his friends, a certain loud blond conspicuously missing. You wouldn’t hear Katsuki admit it out loud, but he really wished Denki could have been here. He loved the others, and they were great in their own ways. But Denki was his pack’s other omega. He got it in a way that the others didn’t. After tonight, he’d have to make sure to catch Pikachu up on all the news. Hell, maybe he could help his fellow blond finally talk to that purple haired idiot he’d been mooning over for years. Everyone in the pack knew Denki’s family had been harping at him to settle down for quite a while.

Bakugou looked up in time to see Mina coming at him with the hair grease. He threw up his hands.

“Fuck no! Keep that shit away from me!”

“You’ve got to do something about that pile of straw you call a haircut. Besides, Wouldn’t it be nostalgic? Weren’t you interning for Best Jeanist again when you asked Y/N out the first time?”

“Yes, and I’d rather shave myself bald than ever have my hair like that again!”

Mina sighed. “Fine. We’ll do something else. But if I can’t slick it back, you will be wearing eyeliner!”

“IN YOUR DREAMS, PINKY!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You waited outside the entrance to the festival. It was strangely soothing to watch the people flow by, like you were a rock overlooking a stream. There were groups of friends, couples both young and old, families where the laughing children ran ahead of their parents eager to get inside. You gave a small smile at the last. Maybe that could be you someday, a parent getting to see a festival through the eyes of a child again. Though the mental picture was hazier than it used to be. The children you half imagined just blurs of colorful yukatas, instead of loud and stubborn blond haired brats with their father’s eyes and attitude. You huffed a quiet laugh to yourself as a thought occurred to you. If you and Kaminari actually went through with this plan, decent chance the kids would still be blond. The thought hurt a little.

“Y/N!”

You looked up and had the breath knocked out of your lungs.

Katsuki was beautiful. You knew it. Thought it often, even. But tonight he practically glowed. His hair had been tamed into a softer look than usual. The jinbei he wore was the perfect compliment to his skintone. Was that… Yes. Dark eyeliner made his crimson eyes pop. Your heart ached. You’d always love this man. No matter how it tore you apart, he’d always own part of your heart and soul. You smiled weakly and raised your hand in greeting.

“Hey. You look good.”

“Thanks.” Bakugou scratched the back of his head. “Mina got ahold of me.”

“That explains it then.”

“Hey!” Katsuki gently elbowed you in the side before taking his place next to you. “You saying I can’t dress up on my own?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N!” You dodged out of the way as he swatted at you, laughing. Yes. This could be it. One last good night.

“Shall we go in?” You asked, holding out your hand.

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Katsuki asked as he walked past you, ignoring your hand.

You gave a quiet smile as you followed.

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Katsuki picked at his food, none of it making it to his mouth. He was going to be sick. He was going to be sick right here and some paparazzi was going to see and take a picture and the big headline tomorrow was going to be “A Puke Worthy Proposal.” He was trying his best to keep up the illusion that everything was fine and normal, but it was rough. It had been a long time since he’d taken his alpha on even a normal date. And this wasn’t any normal date. It didn’t help that things were feeling forced and awkward.

He wanted to hold your hand, but his own hands were sweating buckets. He tried to keep up casual conversation, but that was getting harder and harder as the night wore on. Every sentence he wanted to just blurt it out and get it over with. It was impossible to keep talking about what vendors he recognized when all he wanted to say was “I love you and I’ll always love you and I want you by my side until the sun stops shining.”

It didn’t help that things felt awkward. Almost nothing was feeling easy or natural. It really had been far too long since the two of you had gone on any sort of date. He frowned as he thought about it. It had been over a year, at least. Longer, even. Well, he was going to have to fix that. He’d be able to use some of that pro hero paycheck and spoil you like you deserved. His Y/N. His mate. And soon, his wife.

Bakugou stared at nothing, his eyes going unfocus as he started daydreaming about how spectacular your wedding would be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was a disaster. You glanced over to where Bakugou stood picking at his food, looking bored. You’d been trying to keep up the conversation, but for the past several minutes you’d only gotten hums or grunts in response to anything you said.

“It’s amazing how they got all those pro heroes to dance nude as one of the main attractions this year.”

Katsuki grunted.

Yeah, he wasn’t paying attention at all.

You sighed, looking down at your own untouched food. You never should have agreed to come. At least this date was proving it to you. This had to end. The two of you didn’t know how to be a couple anymore. It was even clearer that Katsuki wasn’t even interested in trying. You had no idea why he wanted to have this date in the first place. Some bizarre sense of obligation? Maybe his heat had shaken him up enough that his omega needed the sense of normalcy? This issue was this wasn’t normal for the two of you anymore. It hadn’t been for a very long time. You sighed, glancing around for a trash can to oust you untouched dango.

A loud pop caused you to look up. The fireworks were about to start.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bakugou looked up at the sound of the first firework.

“Wanna head to the pier?”

You nodded quietly, following him as he led the way. He was sweating so much now that if he set himself off he’d take out half the city.

This was it. It was almost time. The two of you were going to watch the fireworks from the out of the way pier like you had all those years ago. It was at the end of that fireworks show the two of you had had your first kiss. And this time… Well this time at the end of the show he was going to propose and you were going to say yes, and it was going to be perfect.

That is if he didn’t barf before you two got there.

“Hurry up,” he grunted as he picked up the pace.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You tried not to flinch at Bakugou’s harsh tone. He clearly wanted to get this night over with even more than you did. You tried not to let it hurt.

The pier was empty as it always was. The lack of lighting keeping others away. The first time you had discovered it, it had felt hidden and intimate. Now it felt desolate. Lonely.

You walked up to the railing and stared at the sky. The fireworks didn’t feel magical anymore either. Your fingers wrapped around the railing as you glanced to the side. Bakugou wasn’t even looking up. He was staring at the reflections of flashes in the dark swirling water below.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

No more.

The fireworks illuminated you as your grip on the railing tightened until your knuckles turned white.

“Katsuki?”

“”What?” He asked roughly, barely glancing your way.

“Let’s break up.”

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jaskiersvalley · 3 years

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Cookie Cutter Boyfriends

The bakery wasn't new to the area but Jaskier was constantly surprised by the variety of people who came and went. There were a couple of regulars but fewer than he'd anticipated. Some people he wished would come back, others he was glad to see go. However, the two beefcakes that just walked in, Jaskier prayed to any listening deity that they would be back repeatedly.

"What can I get you gents?" Jaskier asked with his most winning smile.

Eyes like molten honey scanned the selection and Jaskier wanted to tuck the strands of white hair behind the man's ear to see his face better.

"Cookies. The personalised ones."

"A fine choice," Jaskier trilled and pulled the tray out. "I can put any name or message on there for you. Even a phone number, if you want to give it to a special someone."

So maybe Jaskier was flirting and hoping for a number from the man for himself. But it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Write Eskel on one," the man said, carefully spelling out the name while the other smiled at him indulgently. It had Jaskier's heart fluttering at the sweetness.

"And what shall I put on yours?"

"You should put a heart on either side of Geralt's name," Eskel piped up with a snicker. He got an elbow in the ribs for it but didn't seem to mind.

Obliging, Jaskier did as told, curling the most perfect hearts he could onto the cookie. Done, he popped them in a box and put them on the counter by the till. "Anything else I can do for you today? Does your, uh, friend want anything?"

Geralt's eyes widened before saying, "He's my boyfriend."

Of course he was, the two looked beautiful together and Jaskier sighed internally. However, he couldn't help but note the look horror on Eskel's face. Hopefully he hadn't accidentally helped Geralt out himself and his boyfriend when they were trying to keep things a secret.

"Well, good for you both!" Jaskier mustered up a smile and nodded at the small rainbow flags by the till. "I sometimes do flag cookies if the mood strikes. Usually on a Friday."

The transaction was processed in silence and at speeds. Jaskier could only watch as the two bundled out of his bakery and, as soon as the door closed behind them, Eskel was asking Geralt something, face torn between despair and entertainment. If Jaskier could trust his lip reading, he could have sworn Geralt had said something along the lines of "I panicked, okay?".

Somehow, Geralt and Eskel became semi-regulars. They didn't pop in on a specific day each week but they were bound to appear either independently or with each other. Each time they did, Jaskier watched them with heart eyes. Eskel was broad, almost apologetically large but kind and gentle. He was quite the sight to behold but Jaskier had an even softer spot for Geralt who really looked like he needed to relax. So, whenever he came by alone, Jaskier slipped an extra cookie in his bag or asked him to be a taster for a newer cupcake flavour.

It was all going well until Geralt came into the bakery with someone new. Another well-built, handsome man but with a sharp edge to his energy. He made a beeline for the display case by the till.

"Please don't knock on the glass, it scares the muffins," Jaskier said by way of greeting and got a bark of a laugh.

"I'll be careful, don't you worry. It's Geralt you need to keep an eye on."

Which Jaskier diligently was. Well, he was checking out Geralt's backside. Tearing his gaze away, he cleared his throat.

"I'm glad Geralt has brought a friend along today."

"Friend?" The man stood up straight with a hand over his heart. "Geralt, what have you been telling people? I'm his boyfriend!"

Which just didn't compute. Geralt had called Eskel his boyfriend. The mild panic of figuring it out was interrupted by a low growl of "Lambert" that was both a threat and fond exasperation.

"What might people think?" Lambert cried out dramatically. "Are you ashamed of our love?"

A hand clamped on the back of Lambert's neck and Geralt stood next to him, not letting go. "Jaskier, a couple of dark chocolate and ginger cookies please and a tray of lemon muffins."

Hastily putting everything in boxes, Jaskier tried not to let his imagination go too wild. Maybe Eskel was Geralt's boyfriend but so was Lambert. It wasn't unheard of really. It gave hope to Jaskier that they might take a liking to him and invite him home for a wild night. He could only watch as they walked out and the first thing Geralt did was cuff Lambert on the back of the head.

Things only got more weird. The next time Geralt was in, he was trailed by another man. Lithe, seemingly on the edge of bursting out giggling and he made a beeline for the counter.

"You're Jaskier, right?" The man held a hand out. "I've heard so much about you! I'm Aiden, Geralt's boyfriend."

Face schooled into something carefully blank, Jaskier nodded. "A pleasure to meet you."

"I think the pleasure is all mine." The wink was followed by a blatant once over and a low whistle. In the background Geralt closed his eyes, jaw twitching as he visibly counted backwards from ten. This time Aiden was the one who asked for a dozen cookies with an array of pride flags on them, two of each, pan, bi, ace, nonbinary, trans and demi. Oddly, the polyamory one Jaskier had started making since meeting Geralt and his boyfriends was left unrequested. The two left and Jaskier rubbed at his temple, trying to figure out just how four incredibly attractive men had found happiness with each other.

Only a week later Jaskier was waiting for a customer to make up his mind. He was the most silently intense man Jaskier had ever encountered and he really wished he'd hurry up and leave. Alas, he was taking so long, looking over everything in the display cases like the choice was of the utmost importance.

"I'll take two cherry and almond slices."

Cutting said cake, Jaskier was relieved and hoped that once the man had gone, he'd not be back again. The sound of the bell above the door had him looking up and Geralt stood there, alone for once. However, he eyed the man by the counter with a closed off expression which remained as the man took his slices and walked past Geralt, shoulders brushing.

"Geralt.

"Cahir."

It was awkward and Jaskier tried not to pry. But curiosity won out. "Another boyfriend."

From the door Cahir laughed. "He wishes."

For a moment Geralt stared at the ground before squaring his shoulders. "They're not my boyfriend. They're dating Eskel."

Immediately Jaskier adjusted his internal monologue to reflect the new pronouns. Though what Geralt just said made no difference.

"Are they a paramour to your polycule?"

"No." Geralt shook his head firmly. "Cahir and Eskel are a couple. So are Lambert and Aiden."

Not understanding, Jaskier wet his lips and cast a glance around. His eyes landed on a familiar group on the sidewalk outside the shop, making no attempt to disguise the fact they were all watching. Cahir and Eskel were leaning shoulder to shoulder as they munched on their cake. Meanwhile Lambert leered and Aiden sent him a thumbs up.

"I'm not sure I understand," Jaskier said. "I thought you said they were all your boyfriends."

Feet shuffling on the spot, Geralt cleared his throat. "Lambert and Eskel are my brothers." Which made even less sense and Jaaskier hummed, desperately trying to understand without asking whether Geralt really just admit to being in an incestuous relationship.

"I'm not dating any of them."

But you said-"

"I panicked." Geralt was watching Jaskier intently. "You were cute, flirty and I panicked. I wanted to ask you out."

A giggle bubbled out of Jaskier. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it but that wasn't a problem in the moment.

"Well then, how about a personalised cookie, on the house?" He grabbed Geralt's favourite and, with a flourish, wrote his own name and number on it, dotting the 'i' with a heart. Handing it over, he smiled. "I told you these cookies were great for phone numbers."

Outside a cheer went up as Geralt's family decided that the outing had been a success.

#geraskier #lambden #eskhir #geralt/jaskier #lambert/aiden #eskel/cahir #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #eskel #aiden #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #fake dating #pining #tldr: geralt panics and claims many boyfriends

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LO$ER=?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Life is just a path and you walk it. Until Jeon Jungkook. He made you run, sprinting through winding side roads and alleys, fighting, bleeding, losing. Your paths split, but life is made of orbits. Now that they have overlapped once more, his hand is fiercely holding yours and he won't let go again. Nothing matters if he's with you. Thus, you run once more, laughing like you've gone mad.

continuation of 0X1=?, m | jjk – click here to read

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of sexual assault (not heavily described, however, please note reader is the victim of said assault); actually predominantly fluff; mentions of previous angst; mentions of physical fighting; smut (fem reader, fingering, cowgirl, scratching / marking, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - tattooed, previously rich!Jungkook x rebellious!reader (mostly reader's POV, a tiny bit of JK's POV), ft cameo of Kim Taehyung as JK’s best friend and crossover with 'bao, t/m | myg' au

yes, I waited until the TXT's 'LO$ER=LO♡ER' was released to write this XD there's a ton of TXT references as well, enjoy!

now playing – LO$ER=LO♡ER by txt

"Jeon Jungkook! Yah! Jeon Jungkook! Come out of that whore's home!"

You were about to remove the groceries from your front seat, but then you stopped at the shouting, peering up at the second story of the apartment complex to see… ah, yes, a young woman yelling at your front doorstep. One look at the imported, Western, black car with heavily tinted windows and you were well aware that the woman in a matching designer two-piece – a ruffled pink suit jacket and flared skirt – complete with immaculately pulled back hair in a half-ponytail must be...

She turned around, fuming, pretty features twisted in rage, and screamed in frustration.

You quickly jerked your head back out of her line of sight and clicked your tongue.

Your boyfriend's ex-fiancé had some lungs on her.

You waited until she finished shrieking like a banshee and peered out to see her spin on her heel and return to pounding on your apartment door with her small, manicured fists. You spotted her beige, black cap-toed slender heels.

Chanel.

Huh.

You stayed in your car.

Reached over to your bag and pulled out the single ice cream you bought to share with Jungkook but, at this rate, you would have to buy another. You pulled off the cap and folded it in half, curving it like a spoon, and began to eat the mango sorbet. Hm, well, it was better this way. Jungkook would probably prefer chocolate or straight up diabetes over mango sorbet.

He would eat pretty much anything though.

You scooped up some of the frigid, melting sweet into your mouth and watched his ex-fiancé shout at no one.

True, you could go up there and throw her down the stairs. But there was something hilarious about this, her beating and howling at your apartment door, completely ignoring the fact that no one was answering it and that she was very clearly causing a public disturbance, all because of her own personal problem.

You glanced up to watch her slide down the door, openly crying now. You pressed the button of your car window to roll it down a crack to listen to her sobbing above you.

"–can't believe you would do this to me... you know I need this marriage... my family's company depends on it..."

You slowed, licking off your makeshift spoon.

"I'll be left with nothing... nothing unless I get married..."

Crocodile tears or not, the woes of the rich did not earn much sympathy with you.

You rolled your window back up, leaving your car on idle for the air conditioning.

It was a mix of previously being constantly berated by Jungkook's wealthy parents that now exiled him over a fucking eyebrow piercing and being a member of the working, lower middle class. For some reason, that latter fact was also offensive to Jungkook’s parents. Everyone was accepting until money got involved. You hummed, eating another scoop. You didn’t like it, but you understood that his parents wouldn’t believe that you have no interest in their money. What you didn't understand was why his ex-fiancé was so hellbent on yelling at your door. From what you could tell, she wasn't ugly. Couldn't she find someone else?

You scraped the last of your small ice cream out and ate it up.

You checked your phone.

Jungkook wouldn't be out of work for at least another three hours. You had found him a job at the local bao shop through your own job as an accountant. You assisted the family in sorting the finances for their small business and personal tax forms. The owner had back surgery and so the daughter had been working there by herself with one other employee that delivered the orders. They wanted to hire another to help with cooking and cleaning, perhaps even open up the front counter again to accept pick-up orders instead of only delivery. However, it was hard to find someone trustworthy and reliable. The best way was through word of mouth.

They won't mind my tattoos?

Whenever I drop by, the delivery guy is wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and has a resting bitch face. You'll be fine. Also, I think the daughter and him are dating.

Jungkook had blinked at you.

You know. In case they disappear for ten minutes, unexplained.

You loved Jungkook's laugh.

He didn't complain or whine for some other job. He only asked when he started and how to get there. You bought him a secondhand bicycle and he was off to work, five to six days a week. Sometimes you would drop him off with your car if was too rainy. Occasionally, when he had to stay late for a large order, the delivery guy would drive Jungkook and his bike back home.

That's how it was here, in the world of everyone else, minus the rich.

The fuck is all this?

Manager gave me a bunch of leftovers. She said I'm a fast learner. Did you know Taehyung stops by there? He's never said shit! He said it was his little secret, that ass–

You smiled as you remembered Jungkook's animated face and annoyance at his best friend for not sharing what he thought was crucial information. Jungkook would speak excitedly, hauling a bag of buns and spilling them over your clean kitchen counter, scrambling to catch them as he explained the different ones to you and how they were made, telling you all the things he was learning and funny stories about customers.

You almost forgot this Jungkook.

It was strange, feeling something after such a long time of feeling nothing, strange to find your time occupied once again by him, when at many times you vowed not to get involved with Jungkook anymore, only for him to show up and make you throw your promises to yourself to the wind, recklessly chasing the anger, wondering, hating, loathing how much you still loved him after he left, recalling him standing there, stone silent as his parents' verbal lashes ripped you to shreds.

You turned the car off, pulling the keys out and pocketing them, not wanting to the drain the battery.

Maybe.

Maybe you were stupid for loving him so much.

Maybe you were as pathetic as the woman up there in some ways.

Then again.

Maybe that was just how everyone lived.

You heard a soft tap by your car window.

You jerked your head to see Jeon Jungkook, in the flesh, peering at you through the glass, clutching his bike. You could see half of his head, short black hair and large, curious brown eyes, nose pressed up to the bottom of your car window. He was wearing his work clothes, light wash jeans and an aqua blue t-shirt, lightly dusted in flour. He pointed up and you noticed his ex-fiancé had switched back to yelling at the door, no longer facing the street.

You shooed him back and opened the car door, eyes wide.

"Why are you home?" you whispered, crouching down to speak to him.

He grabbed your hand, gasping as he gripped it. You shivered at the coldness of his fingers, but there was a warmth in between your and his frozen palms, melting each other.

"Oh, shit, your hand is so cold!"

"So is yours!"

"I was biking! My hands get cold from the wind. What's your excuse?"

You held up the empty mango sorbet container in your other hand, shifting your eyes guiltily.

"And you didn't share?!" Jungkook hissed, his windswept hair giving him a fierce appearance, dismay clear in his glistening dark brown orbs despite trying to sound angry.

You spied his other hand on his bike. There was a large, wrapped bandage on his left forearm. You ticked your chin towards it, furrowing your brows. "What happened?"

"Ack, I burned myself and manager-nim told me to go home early. I told her I could still work, but there were only a few hours left and it seemed like she wanted to be alone with Yoongi-hyung..."

You raised your eyebrows.

"What are they gonna do, bonk in the kitchen?"

"You wouldn't want to bonk me in the kitchen?"

You grinned at him and Jungkook grinned back, eyebrow piercing flashing in the sun.

"JEON JUNGKOOK!"

"Oh shit–"

You scrambled out of your car, locking it, slamming the door as the young woman wailed his name and pointed at you and him, furiously wiping her tears.

"You bitch! How dare you take him from me! He was mine! I had him wrapped around my finger!" She hiked up her skirt and swiftly power-walked to the stairs, looking back to yell more at you as Jungkook placed his bicycle down. "He would do anything for me!"

You raised your eyebrows, again.

Jungkook yanked on your t-shirt sleeve, ushering you to get on the bike with him.

"Doesn't seem like it!" you called back casually, chucking your trash at her, causing the empty ice cream container to smack her in the shoulder and roll across the sidewalk.

"You–"

You cackled and got on the bike, hooking your arms around Jungkook's shoulders and adjusting your feet as she stomped up to you two, conventionally attractive features contorted in rage.

"He was my dog!"

Your eye twitched.

"You were gonna marry a freak who was into bestiality? No wonder you left," you remarked, patting him on the chest as Jungkook burst out laughing, loud and rich, shaking his head.

"You can't do this to me, Jungkook! You can't leave me with that other guy!"

You felt it.

Pause.

You felt Jungkook stiffen under your hands and you turned yourself, hearing the helpless plea in her voice now, throwing herself to the ground, designer knees in common dirt, anguish on her face, tears streaming down her made-up cheeks, sniffling hard, and, with your breath lodged in your throat, you realized she was restraining her pained sobs, so trained in maintaining appearances that it seemed like she couldn’t even cry properly in front of others.

"You can't... you know how they are... I can't marry him, you saw what kind of man he is... that's the whole reason I tried to find another husband..."

There was no more anger in her voice, only fear and dread, and you didn't understand, and yet you could for some reason, for some reason you could see it as if it was tangible, the realness in her enigmatic words. Jungkook's hands tightened on the handlebars of the bicycle, his knuckles turning white, tense shoulders under your arms, and for a second, a moment, an instant...

You thought he might go back.

"You should run."

The crying woman on the ground lifted her head, hiccupping, cheeks blotchy pink, still somehow beautiful.

"W-What?"

Jungkook turned his head and looked down at her. "You should run away, like I did. Find someone who actually loves you. Getting married to me will only make both of us miserable, even if it saves you from that other guy."

She looked from you to him, and you recognized that look in her eyes, jealousy and envy, but not directed at you. It was directed at the warmth between the coldness of his hands and yours, directed at the orbits of his and yours finally overlapping, meeting in the vastness of space once more, his zero and your zero becoming one, not you, but his ability to throw everything away, his wealth, his comfort, the world he knew, all for a feeling she had yet to feel.

"What... what if I can't?" she asked weakly. "What if I can't find what you have?"

Jungkook lifted his foot off the asphalt and placed it on the pedal. He raised his head, and you found his eyes on yours for a brief moment before casting them back down to his ex-fiancé.

"Then keep running. It's better than being married to him, right?"

He began to turn the handles, about to pedal away.

She screamed after him, words choked with agony.

"Love won't solve our problems, Jungkook!"

You held on tight, chest to his back, fingers clutching in Jungkook's shirt, nose in his hair, his warmth under your cold hands.

"It won't!" he yelled over his shoulder, gaining speed with a grin. "But it sure as hell makes the problems worth shouldering!"

“Hey! Get back here!”

You snickered and chucked the plastic bag into the basket connected to the bicycle, jumping on quickly, pedaling away as Jungkook ran after you at top speed, breathless and laughing, his black hair flying back, aqua shirt molding to his muscular chest, long legs sprinting after you and the bike, your grinning face looking back periodically to catch his smile, going not too fast, but still fast enough so he couldn’t quite catch up. Golden hour brought out the tan on his skin and his high cheekbones, both of you tearing out of the gas station at high speed, drawing stares and shaking heads, but neither of you noticed or cared, his booming voice calling your name and you sticking your tongue out at him childishly.

“Watch out!”

You jerked aside and sped past a group of five young men with skateboards, two with shorter black hair, one with long black hair and white highlights, one with ash gray hair, and one platinum blond, all very tall, but you didn’t have time to stop and stare at the impressive height of them, turning into a side alley towards to the creek nearby, avoiding pedestrians, Jungkook following close behind until you got to your destination, grabbing the plastic bag in the basket and throwing the bike down, cackling as Jungkook snatched you from the air, his heart racing against your back as you kicked the air, him still somehow effortlessly carrying you despite sprinting so hard, panting into your hair.

“Get off!”

But instead of letting you go, Jungkook held on tighter, fierce kisses into your neck, wiping his sweat all over you and making you cringe amidst your laughter. It was already late, the sun dipping into the horizon, slowly taking its warmth with it. Water trickled meekly down the creek, barely coating the rock bottom due to the hot summer.

“Stop, stop, the ice cream is melting,” you finally gasped out, shoving Jungkook aside, wiping your neck with the back of your hand, pretending to be disgusted, but Jungkook just grinned and seized your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.

“I love you,” he breathed.

“Ack, I love you too, fuck, get off–”

You two sat on the swings of the empty playground, watching the sun disappear, eating ice cream with the lids of the containers. As predicted, Jungkook got the chocolate that seemed to have everything in it but the kitchen sink. You, on the other hand, got red bean this time.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

He looked up from his ice cream, shoving a large lidful into his mouth.

It was strange how beautiful he looked, even with his black hair sticking up every which way, his cheeks filled with the frozen sweet, the faint rays of sunlight catching the silver of his jewelry – eyebrow piercing, earrings, silver chain around his neck with the compass star pendant – all paired with his oversized aqua blue t-shirt and baggy jeans, still with bits of flour on his thighs from work.

“What did that man do to her?”

A darkness clouded his features even though he tried to hide it from you with a neutral expression.

“Ah… He just… Just wasn’t really the kind of guy who thought of women as people,” Jungkook finally got out, looking away from you. “You know, the kind of guy you really hate.”

“That’s you,” you joked.

“I know I can’t do anything,” Jungkook continued, ignoring your quip and you suddenly regretted it, seeing the way he lowered his hands, exhaling slowly. “I am not responsible for anyone else’s behavior but my own.”

Come crawling back to me on your knees when she reaffirms to you that I'll be the best fuck you'll ever have.

She'll never make you feel as good as I can make you feel.

Enjoy your piranha.

“I’m sorry.”

Jungkook looked up at your sudden declaration.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, coughing awkwardly. “I’m sorry for saying the things I said about her.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t be. Just because she was in a shit situation doesn’t excuse her for being a shit person.” He shoved the lid into the empty ice cream container and rubbed the back of his neck, pushing his hair back with a sigh. “Just like how it doesn’t excuse me from being a shit person for what I did to you.”

His eyes shifted away.

“You don’t have to–”

“Yeah, I do,” he muttered, cutting you off. “I’m a fucking loser.”

The streetlights began to turn on, but no one was in a place like this, two adults in a place for kids, stuck wondering what adulthood was supposed to feel like because it still felt like an endless cycle of forever learning and forever running, wandering to find out what the finish line meant.

“I wasted time you can’t get back and I will spend the rest of my life chasing the time I wasted.”

Jungkook sucked in a shuddering breath, hand falling from his hair, rueful smile on his face.

“I can only hope you can put up with me for so long.”

You blinked slowly.

He turned his head, brown eyes finding yours, those irises catching the streetlights like how his jewelry had caught the sun, proving that Jeon Jungkook was, indeed, already adorned with nature’s very own jewelry.

You scooped out the last of your red bean ice cream and ate it, looking away from him.

“Sounds like forever,” you remarked, feeling the chilled sweet cool your heated cheeks, swallowing slowly, savoring the way the cold warmed you in its own way.

“Hm?”

“Sounds like I’m stuck with you forever then,” you said, turning back to him with a smirk. “Kinda sucks.”

He smirked back, cocking an eyebrow. “Yeah. Major suck. Speaking of my dick–”

“Oh, shut up.”

But you said it with a smile and he knew you didn’t mean it.

“Why the fuck do you have that?”

“It’s from work. Gimmie your arm.”

“Why?”

You extended your arm, frowning, stopping under the streetlight, one hand on the bike as Jungkook held the black permanent marker with his right hand. He used two fingers to uncap it and tucked the lid neatly into his palm, spinning the marker with the adjacent two fingers to readjust it so that he could write on your arm.

“Do you wanna get a tattoo with me?”

“Of what?”

You looked down to him scribbling on your skin, his own black tattoos standing out, covering his entire right arm and up to his shoulder. You wondered if he would end up tattooing his back and maybe his other arm – but, then again, he kind of needed money to have pay for such large pieces.

“Couples tattoo.”

You looked down when he drew back, grinning, reading the word upside down.

LO♡ER

You raised an eyebrow.

“You want to get ‘lover’ tattooed?” you asked, skeptical, turning your arm this way and that, unsure if you liked the placement on your forearm, near your wrist. “You don’t have any space on your right arm anyway.”

“That’s why I would get it on my left.”

And he curved his wrist to write on the bandage on his left forearm, messily writing on top of it.

LO$ER

Now you raised both eyebrows.

“You want to get… ‘loser’ tattooed onto your body?” you snorted disbelievingly.

Jungkook grinned, recapping the black marker with one hand, tapping the dollar sign on the bandage with the marker lid. “Doesn’t it describe me? ‘Cause I had money, and now I don’t.” He pointed to the heart on your skin. “You love me. I love you. A lover with a dollar sign is a loser, right?”

Laughter and skateboards sped past, five blurs of black along the street, spinning around the parked cars, people yelling after them to stop being so reckless, but you were too busy staring at Jungkook to notice the ruckus, too busy staring at that smile and those brown orbs lit up by streetlights.

“Are you stupid?”

Jungkook’s grin widened, mole underneath clearly visible. “Yeah, kind of. Stupidly in love with you.”

You both instantly pretended to gag, trying to mask your smiles, you shoving him and him shoving back, playful and laughing like mad, falling into him, dropping the bike with a loud clang, swept up in his arms and his kiss, your hands hooking behind his neck, love you, love you, love you, not sure about this whole tattoo idea, but, hell, maybe, just maybe if he annoyed you enough about it.

Shit, the groceries...

Are they still good?

The green onions look kind of wilted, but so do you and you're still good... I think.

Shut up.

You didn't need him, but being without him was like being frozen in time.

Not that you had any big dreams or aspirations anyone could be envious about. It always been like that, casually cruising through life, existing for the sake of existing, no real reason needed. It just was, and there was no reason to stop, so you kept going. The path was there, so you kept walking.

But, then.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook made you run.

It's not washing off.

Tragic.

Easy for you to say, you wrote yours on your bandage, 'loser'.

So terrible that you have 'lover' written in you by your lover - hey, pfft, stop! Put the showerhead down!

It was truly by chance to meet him, a moment of terror and then he was there, yelling, get off her, don't fucking touch her, and you didn't understand, didn't understand why some random guy would suddenly intervene between an interaction of two strangers, how could he sense your discomfort and fear, and now he was throwing fists, brawling with not one but three guys, friends of the one who slipped his phone and his hands under your skirt, the stranger smashing the phone with venomous rage, fighting in a dress shirt, slacks, leather loafers, and expensive-looking rings, giving you a chance to escape.

A winner at life.

Not like you, you who let something happen because you froze up in that second, disbelieving that such a thing could happen to you, a nobody, a loser.

He kicked one of them in the knee, growling, a howl followed by the sharp crack during the fight.

You could turn and escape.

Or?

You heard sirens.

You grabbed your protector's flying fist and clenched into it tightly, panicking.

Run!

This was before the tattoos.

This was before the pain.

This was before the piercing.

Jeon Jungkook had whipped his head around at the foreign touch, in this mess because he had witnessed something disgusting and because he simply wanted to fight, just wanted to beat someone up, wanted to cause real pain to someone because he couldn't control his own life, wanted to fight something.

Needed to fight.

A hand around his hand.

Run!

Never once had Jungkook thought about escape.

Not until he saw that face, fear and panic and rage and determination, stunningly beautiful, hand around his hand, not letting go, pulling, sirens screaming in the distance, his legs already moving, following, running, running, running, into the sea of the unknown.

Sinking into it.

Lungs screaming, clumsily flying through alleys, on wings of adrenaline, running after the girl in the white hoodie and red plaid skirt holding his hand, falling, falling, falling, skidding across the concrete, her arms around his, her head buried into his chest, his hands around her head to protect it, hitting a dumpster with a pained wheeze.

The sirens sped past.

He was holding her and she was holding him.

It was chance.

Just chance.

His hands were scraped up, bleeding from the trip and tumble, her white hoodie dirtied and ripped from the fall, scrapes on her legs and knees.

I'm sorry...

It was ridiculous chance.

Just ridiculous.

You clung to this stranger and laughed, laughed like a maniac, laughed like you had gone mad, crying into his dirty navy dress shirt, thank you, thank you, thank you, not knowing you were holding the one who would make you run, not knowing who or how affluent he was, now knowing of how it felt to hold his hand and kiss his lips and hear his laugh, not knowing how you would introduce him to a friend who was a tattoo artist and start his interest in them, not knowing you would sit by him for long hours and watch the art grow on his skin...

Holding him, crying, thank you, thank you, thank you for saving me, leaning against a dumpster as the stranger hugged you tightly, I got you, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry, don’t cry please, rubbing your back.

Not knowing.

Not knowing he would make you zero, not knowing you would be standing there, time and time again, verbally beaten by his own parents as he looked away, unable to fight.

And you would escape.

You would run.

He would come back.

An endless cycle until you broke it.

Then he started the endless cycle again, broken as it was, his whispers to your cheeks, I love you, cheeks that were dried of tears because you were cried out and left with a mechanical heart, I love you, heart to heartless because of wasted time, I love you, time wasted but you still loved him, no matter what you did.

Did that make you pathetic?

Did that make you stupid?

Did that make you the loser?

I love you.

Why did it matter?

Even winners die.

I love you too, Jungkook.

"Get your hands off my tits."

"Why?"

You glared at him. Jungkook grinned and spun you around, hair still a little damp, kisses on your face that made you cringe as your naked bodies tumbled on the bed, him doing it on purpose, your grumble against his kisses, should have known, his smirk against your scowl, thought you knew me well by now, capturing his lips to shut him up, sinking into his arms and the ocean that was Jeon Jungkook, the one who made you want to run through the maze of life instead of aimlessly walk down the path.

His hands on your face, staring into your eyes.

You looked back, into those eyes that once had everything, but you.

And yet, he chose to lose it all and have nothing, but you.

It didn't really make sense, being in love.

You searched for regret, but there was none to be found.

"Am I forever your waste of time?" Jungkook whispered, breath drifting over your lips.

You smirked.

"Always was and always will be."

I know you said I was a waste of time. But I was your waste of time and that was all I ever wanted to be.

"Let me at least..."

"Ah, f-fuck, Jungkook!"

Your hands faltered a little, rolling the condom down while biting your lip, gasping as his two fingers plunged into you, him moaning at the wetness, thrusting slowly and deeply.

"What, you think I can't feel good with only your dick?"

"No," Jungkook snickered, pulling his slick fingers out of your pussy and bringing them to his face, cocking an eyebrow. "Just want a taste."

You rolled your eyes as he shoved his fingers into his mouth, sucking them off, eyelids fluttering.

"You're so annoying."

He grinned around his fingers, slowly pulling them out and tracing his wet lips.

You narrowed your eyes.

You don't have to take me back. I understand now, you know... I get it. Everyone... everyone will tell you you're crazy and to not to take me back.

I'm not taking you anywhere.

I... I wouldn't blame you. I promise.

Jungkook, please, shut the fuck up.

Your hands on his chest, smacking your hips down, his head thrown back on the pillows, breathless moan at your tightness, matching his sound with your own, stretching yourself out and feeling him swell even more at the pulse of your walls wrapped around him, rolling your hips into his, wet, intense smacks, his right hand flying up and wrapping around your left wrist, watching you through his lashes with effort, losing himself in your pace, no need to ask because you could see it in his face, his open mouth and glazed over eyes, fingers slipping down, curling your nails into his skin.

“P… Please…”

Raking your nails down his chest, his back arching and eyes closing, groaning in pleasure and pain, fucking him into your mattress so hard that the bedframe squealed, setting your jaw and closing your eyes too, savoring his fullness and thickness, sinking into the ocean of pleasure that was Jeon Jungkook, the one who made you feel like no one else, the one who could make and unmake your mechanical heart, funny how that worked, your nails in his skin creating crescents of lust, your eyes snapping open as you felt his chest rise, his back arching, his hands flat on the bed and thrusting his hips up into you, one eye partly open, black hair pushed back, open-mouthed smirk on his lips.

That dark brown orb partly obscured by his lashes, but revealing all to you.

You ticked your chin at him.

“Look at me.”

His eyes fully opening, pupils dilated, hazed over with lust and stubborn love.

“Nothing is more important to me than loving you,” he panted before sinking his teeth into his lower lip, mole underneath flashing, smacking his hips up into yours hard and fast, and it took no time at all, staring at his face and the way the moonlight cradled his strong jaw and toned muscle, catching the low light and bringing out the fervor in his gaze, filling you just right, pleasure blossoming from your core and yet concentrated tightly at the same time, moan of his name falling from your lips, spilling out from your lips and in between your legs, covering him with the sweet scent and harsh squeezes of orgasm, even wetter now, his eyes rolling back, cock twitching, satisfied hiss of your name spilling out with spurts of cum filling the condom, his length shivering inside you, your thighs closing in and holding him in the air so you could feel it all.

His pleasure and him.

I won’t make it to heaven. I don’t belong there.

It’s not like I belong there either, Jungkook.

Are you sure? Only an angel would take me back.

I didn’t take you back. Only your body walked away. Your heart never left me, did it?

“You sure you don’t want to get a couples tattoo with me?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around how your dumb ass wants to get ‘loser’ tattooed and how you think that’s romantic.”

He pressed his right forearm against your left and grinned, watching you suck in a breath as he pushed into you again, other condom already in the trash, new one on, your right leg against his chest, sandwiched between your bodies.

“But yeah, if you want, I’ll get a ‘lover’ tattoo.”

He paused, blinking rapidly. “Really?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Why not?”

“You never wanted a tattoo before.”

Now you raised both eyebrows. “Did you ever ask me before?”

Jungkook looked down at you, hair a mess, smile blossoming on his face, somewhere between giddiness and mania, diving down and showering you with kisses, you smacking his arms and telling him, you’re bending me in half, the fuck are you doing, and he laughed, lifting both your legs now, I’ll show you bent in half, placing them between his arms, leaning down, sinking in as deep as possible, your moan and his moan mixing together.

You’re still here.

Of course, I am, this is my fucking apartment. Ugh, your black eye looks even uglier than before.

You don’t… you don’t want me to leave?

Did I say that? Uh… why are you crying?

F… Forget I said a-anything…

Hey, stop. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, Jungkook, please…

“Fuck, you feel so good, fuck…!”

Your hands in his hair, teasing grin on your face, and he was looking down at you, I love your smug smile, fuck, your fingers combing through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face, letting him see your smug smile without any obstructions, you always fuck me so well, Jungkook, the smile breaking out over his handsome features, breathing erratic and labored, hard and rough and deep, you rising your hips to meet him for every loud smack, exhales and moans blending together, tight, wet, full, your grip on his hair tightening, closer, closer, racing to the edge of the cliff and the edge of the world, Jungkook in your hands, taking him with you, or was he the one who was leading you?

“Jungkook…”

Breathless as if you were running, winded from the pleasure, tightening around him, his head lowering, your name washing over your cheeks in a hot gasp, putting more weight on you, nearly folded in half but it felt better this way, gratifying in how hard he could fuck you in this position, staring into those dark brown orbs, his body on yours, knowing he was yours, always was, always will be, and you were his, always was, always will be.

Head pressing into the pillows, moaning his name again, loud and unashamed, the overwhelming feeling taking over, muscles tense and nerves on fire, pouring it all into the pleasure, pulsing around his jerking length, his moan of your name on your skin, shooting shivering strings of cum into the condom, massaged and milked by the strength of your orgasm, locking him in your embrace and his arms closing in, lips on lips, a fierce kiss dominated by shuddering aftershocks, trembling in each other’s hold and taking the other’s breath away, blazing hot all over even though this frozen world cared about no one.

The kiss lasted a long, long time.

It fell apart slowly, leaving you both lightheaded from the intensity.

“You’re a waste of time, Jungkook,” you whispered, heated. “But you’re my time.”

The side of his lips quirked upward, sweaty, panting, chuckling.

“That’s all I ever wanted to be.”

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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Second Chance

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff, lil angst

note / request - “hi! can we get a carl x reader during like season 10. they were together in the past and they broke up, but hang out everyday. but carl still likes her so he tries getting her back.” this is so trash lmao, but enjoy!

summary - you and carl dated a while back, but now are just friends. he spends the day with you, hoping to win you back

warnings - language, underage drinking, suggestive content but no real smut

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“Hey, C-Bear!” You called out.

“‘Sup, Y/n/n!” Carl smiled at you. You ran up the stairs of his porch and gave him a tight hug.

“How was Florida?” Carl asked once you pulled back.

“Hot as shit, but fun. How was Chicago?” You asked a giggle.

“Same old,” he shrugged.

You looked at your best friend and smiled. “So, what’re we gonna do today? It is the last day of summer.”

“I was thinking of just hanging out here. It’s too hot to do anything,” Carl shrugged.

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

You two walked into Carl’s house. You saw Franny on the couch with Debbie.

“Hey, Debs. Hi, Fran-Fran!” You squealed and went over to Franny.

“Y/n!” Franny exclaimed.

“How have you been, squirt?” You asked the little girl, picking her up in your arms.

“Good,” she smiled widely. “Good,” you smiled.

Carl looked at you while talking to Franny, absolutely mesmerized.

You and Carl had dated the previous summer. You two had a good run. You lasted for 6 months before Carl had met a girl named Anne at his job. You noticed him slipping away slowly everyday. It broke your heart and you knew that you had to end it. Carl obviously didn’t realize he was falling in love with someone else, so you sat him down and told him you were breaking up with him. It hurt like a bitch for you, but you knew it was for the best so you wouldn’t end up getting more hurt in the end. You handled it maturely, telling him that you two could still be friends no matter what. You two were friends way before you dated, anyways.

Carl handled it differently, though. He was angry at you for accusing him for falling in love with another girl. He cursed at you, stormed out of your car, and didn’t talk to you for 2 weeks. You missed him, but you were kind of thankful he left you alone.

In those 2 weeks, you were able to rediscover your self worth. You managed to convince yourself that Carl was just like every other guy at your age; stupid. You knew you were hot shit and if he didn’t want you, then that was his loss.

Even though you said this to yourself everyday, the hurt feelings didn’t stop. It took you a good 2 months to stop thinking about Carl and Anne together, him possibly cheating on you while he was on the job. You finally got over all the anxious thoughts and were happier now. You’d never admit it, but you were still in love with Carl, and you knew that he was the one, but the one that got away.

Those 2 weeks for Carl were absolute hell. He missed you so much and started to pull away from Anne. Pulling away from Anne made him realize that you were right. That he was slowly falling in love with another woman, but he also realized that he loved you more. He took those 2 weeks to straighten himself up. He did pep-talks with himself, had his brothers help him out in what to do. They gave him hell for letting you go. Even they knew you were the one for him and reminded him of it everyday.

Carl called you up after those two weeks and you agreed to try and be friends. It was hard for the first month, for both of you. You two were quiet and awkward when you hung out. You wouldn’t even hug him goodbye when you left his house, much less a high-five. But, it gradually got easier. You two saw each other more and fell into a comfortable rhythm, which consisted of you ignoring your feelings of love for him, and Carl acknowledging his feelings for you, always thinking of ways to get you back, but none of them working out.

Now it was a year later and you two were back to being best friends like you were before you started dating. You had pushed the feelings you had for Carl away so much, it was barely there anymore. It was the opposite for Carl, he was still so deeply in love with you. So now that it was the last day of summer, he had planned to spend the whole day with you, try and woo you and get you back.

“Are you hungry?” Carl asked, grabbing back your attention.

You nodded. “Starving.”

“I think we have some cookies we can bake, right Debs?” Carl asked his sister.

“I think so. We also have decorating icing, too,” Debbie said.

“Great! What kind of cookies do you guys have?” You asked, going over to the kitchen. “Just chocolate chip, I think. Maybe sugar cookies?” Debbie said.

You hummed and looked in their fridge and found two rolls of chocolate chip and sugar cookies.

“Found ‘em!” You exclaimed excitedly.

Carl went into the kitchen with you, smiling at the happy expression you had on your face.

“Help me put them on a tray?” You asked.

Carl nodded and went next to you. He took the sugar cookie roll and broke it into pieces. Debbie walked over to the kitchen, taking a seat, wanting to catch up with you.

“So, why did you guys do in Florida?” Debbie asked.

“Went swimming, went to Universal Studios. We went to a lot of nice restaurants. I met a few cute guys there, too,” you smiled.

“Ooh, really?” Debbie smirked. “Any that stuck?”

“This one kid named Josh. We played volleyball on the beach for a while. He told me he liked my swim suit,” you smirked.

“Did you two hook up,” Debbie asked.

Carl tensed at her words. He hoped you would say no. You weren’t like someone to jump into things like that so fast. Sure, you had a few boyfriends before Carl, but he knew that you took time in getting to know him. Plus, your first time was with him.

“Nah. I’m pretty sure he had a girlfriend. There was a girl on the beach that kept glaring at me and hanging onto his arm. I even saw them kiss a few times,” you snorted.

“Wow, he sounds like an ass,” Debbie said.

“Yep. That’s why I rejected his kind offer to fuck,” you laughed.

“Atta girl,” Debbie gave you a high-five.

“Yeah, I didn’t really feel like becoming the talk of the town or whoever those people lived,” you chuckled.

"It’s good you said no,” Carl chimed in.

“Oh, yeah, why? Besides the obvious,” you raised a brow.

“Because it’s not you to hook up randomly,” Carl said.

“Are you implying I’m a prude,” you chuckled.

“No, no. I just... you waited until we dated to fuck, I-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you cut Carl off. You moved to put the cookies in the oven. Carl couldn't see it, but you were very flustered.

Him mentioning your romantic past brought up memories. These memories were the ones you didn’t mind remembering. They just made your legs weak heart swell.

Carl was right, you did wait until you two were dating to have sex. You wanted it to be special and even though you two were just friends at the time, before you two were dating, you knew that sex with him would be special. And to your delight, it was. He was gentle, sweet, loving. He payed attention to you the whole time. It was one of the things you knew would live in your memory forever.

“You waited?” Debbie asked. “Yeah,” you stood back up and shrugged.

“Wow, I wish I had your self control,” Debbie snorted.

“It wasn't about self control. It was just knowing who was right for me,” you said. Your gaze fell on Carl as you said those words.

He had a small on his face, to which you returned. Your heart fluttered at the sight, which made you avert your gaze immediately. Even though you didn’t mind the memories, you did mind the feelings they and him brought. As much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was still attracted to him.

That part of you was the one you constantly had to push away. You had to remind yourself what he did. How he fell in love with another girl. How he let go someone good, kind, so loving and supportive. You knew if you let that other part of you invade your mind and feelings, you would be in his bed making out with him and possibly getting hurt, which was something you didn’t want.

“How long do these have to bake?” Carl asked.

“Like 15-20 minutes,” you said. He nodded and put his tray in the oven.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Carl asked.

“Sure,” you nodded.

“I’m gonna go and meet Claudia. Watch Franny for me?” Debbie asked.

“I’d love to!” You smiled. You loved Franny. She was such an easy and good kid to watch. She took care of herself, too, so all you had to do was make her food whenever she was hungry.

“Great, thank you. I’ll see you guys later!” Debbie smiled and left the house.

“Franny, do you wanna watch a movie with us?” You asked the little girl.

“Yeah!” She smiled.

“Great! What movie do you want to watch?” You asked.

Carl smiled at you as you talked to Franny. Seeing you play with Franny was one of the things that made him fall in love with you. Seeing a girl good with kids was attractive as hell.

“She wants to watch Sleeping Beauty,” you said and walked over with Franny to the couch.

“Alright. I’ll put in the DVD,” Carl said.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

He smiled back at you and nodded. You sat on the couch, Franny sitting next to you. Carl walked back to the couch and groaned internally. He was planning on sitting next to you so you could lay your head on his shoulders whenever you go tired, which was something you did during every movie you two watched together. But now you couldn’t do that because Franny was sitting in the middle.

“What’s wrong, C-Dog?” You noticed his annoyance.

“Nothing. I’ve just watched this movie a billion times,” he sighed.

“That's what you get for having a little child in the house,” you chuckled and turned your attention over to the movie.

About 20 minutes in the movie, the oven beeped, singling that the cookies were done.

“Franny, do you want to decorate cookies or watch the movie?” You asked while getting up.

“I wanna watch the movie,” she said.

“Alright, kid. Don’t cause any trouble in here. Aunt Y/n and Uncle Carl will be in the kitchen,” you said and patted her head.

She giggled and you left to go to the kitchen with Carl.

“You’re really good with her,” Carl complimented you.

“Thank you. I have two little brothers, so I’ve learned a thing or two about kids. You just gotta treat them like adults, but also make sure they know they’re boundaries. Franny is such a good kid, though, she doesn’t need a lot of boundaries or rules,” you explained.

Carl nodded. “Oh, yeah. How are Lucas and Lyle?”

“Trouble,” you chuckled. Carl laughed with you. “I bet not as much trouble as I was when I was little.”

“Hm, true,” you giggled, recalling memories of when you two were in elementary school.

“You’ve shaped up good, though. Military school helped with that,” you complimented.

“Thank you. You’ve always been good. Even when we broke up,” Carl remarked.

You met his eyes. A frown was plastered on your lips. “Thank you. I try not to be sour and shit. I know it gets me nowhere.”

“Yeah, I learned that the hard way,” Carl sighed, referring two his 2-week temper tantrum.

You gave him a kind smile. “It’s alright. I’m glad we stayed friends, though.”

Yeah, friends, Carl thought in dismay.

He put on a fake smile though. “Me, too.”

You went over to the cupboard and got out some decorative icing that you found. You put them on the kitchen counter and picked up a sugar cookie.

“What’re you gonna put on yours?” You asked.

“A penis,” Carl said.

You rolled your eyes, but laughed. “I take back what I said about you shaping up.”

Carl laughed with you, “Hey! Not fair. You asked me and I responded honestly.”

“True,” you giggled. You squirted some icing on Carl’s face, irrupting into a fit of laughter when it got all over the left side of his face.

“And I take back what I said about you always being mature!” Carl exclaimed, squirting some icing on you. It landed on your collar bone. Carl eyed the bare skin, licking his lips, wishing he could lick it up.

You noticed his stare. Your heart couldn’t help but race. You felt yourself start to get sweaty under your armpits. You averted your gaze and got a towel to wipe the icing off. Carl grabbed the towel out of your hands.

“Here, let me,” Carl offered. “I was the one to make the mess.” You rolled his eyes. You knew this was one of his ways of trying to flatter you and kiss you. You let him, though. You would never admit it to anyone, but you liked when he did these things. Not so much because he was still pining over you, but it reminded you of how much of a caring boyfriend he was.

You leaned against the counter while Carl wetted the towel. He gently wiped the icing of your collar bone. Your heart skipped a beat as his fingertips brushed lightly over your skin. His face was abnormally close to yours, too. He was crouched down and looked up to you every so often. It made your stomach flip. It reminded you of when he ate you out, looking up at you with his lips glistening. You averted your gaze, feeling warmth spread between your legs.

Carl was taking an annoyingly long time. You sighed heavy, hoping he would be done soon because if not, you would just end up kissing him. To your releif, he backed away from you, throwing the towel in the sink. He got another towel to wipe his face off.

Even though you looked relieved on the outside, your heart was begging for him to comeback and be close to again, to tease you.

“Did you like that?” Carl asked, smirking at you.

“No, you were very slow,” you lied. Carl frowned at you and looked away. You felt bad, but you didn’t say anything.

“Let’s finish the cookies so Franny can eat some,” you said.

Carl nodded. You two decorate the cookies in silence. You put them on plates, bringing them into the living room.

“Here, Franny,” you said and put one of the plates on the table. You sat back down, Carl following slowly after you.

You took a few cookies, giving Franny two and keeping two for yourself.

“Thank you,” Franny said.

You gave her a sweet smile. “You are very welcome.”

Carl took a couple cookies and slumped back on the couch. The tension between you two was thick. It hadn't been like this for a while, but you knew to just let it subside until you felt ready to talk again. Luckily, the movie was still going, so you had an excuse to not converse. By the end of the movie, Franny had fallen asleep. Her head was on your lap and the rest of her body was on Carl’s. When the movie was done, Carl helped you carry Franny back up to Debbie’s room. You two tucked her in and went back downstairs.

You went back into the kitchen, grabbing two beer bottles for Carl and you.

“Thanks,” Carl said when you handed him a bottle.

You hummed in reply and sat back down on the couch. You turned on the TV, switching to re-runs. Carl sat next to you, leaving lots of space in-between you two.

“How is everyone else doing?” You asked.

“Good. Lip and Tami have Freddy and Ian has Mickey,” Carl said.

“Wow, everyone is shacked up, huh?” You asked.

“Yeah, even Debbie. She gets mad money, too,” Carl chuckled.

“It’s weird the way the world works,” you remarked, half paying attention to Golden Girls. “Have you met any girls this summer?” You asked, your stomach flipping thinking about his answer.

“A few, but I’m not really interesting in dating,” Carl shrugged.

You turned to him, fully surprised. “Carl Gallagher, not interested in dating? I think the world is ending.”

Carl chuckled, “I’m just not interesting in dating the girls I met.” Carl scooted closer to you while saying those words, putting a hand on your thigh.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. Carl was getting closer and closer to you. You didn’t move, though. You liked his touch and being in his vicinity.

“Who are you interested in dating?” You whispered.

Carl’s eyes burned into yours. They drifted down to your lips and back up to your eyes. Your body shivered and butterflies shot down your whole body. You found yourself moving closer to him, putting your hand over his.

“You,” Carl spoke.

You looked into his eyes deeply. You could tell he meant what he said. The look on his face was almost enough for you to kiss him, but you pulled away. His hand slipped off your thigh. You stood up off the couch, putting on your shoes.

“I should go. It’s late and my parents are probably wondering where I am,” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“No, stay. Your parents know where you are and probably aren’t worried. You always stay over,” Carl protested.

“I’m tired, anyways. Plus, Lucas and Lyle probably miss me,” you made up more excuses and went to the front door.

Carl ran to you and put his hand on your arm.

“Stay, Y/n. I’m not letting you go this time,” Carl said.

You turned to him, tears in your eyes. “I don’t love you anymore, Carl, not like that.”

“I know you’re lying. I’m not as dumb as people think, okay? I see it in your eyes. I notice you breathing heavily when I come close to you. I know you still love me. I still love you. I’m still in love with you,” he confessed.

“Listen, Carl,” you sighed. “I know you want to make it up to me, I appreciate it, but I’m not letting myself get hurt again.”

“I know I hurt you, Y/n. I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m stupid as shit. It hurts me every fucking time I see you. It hurt me so much to see you cry because of me. I do want to make it up to you, but I also want you back. I need you, Y/n. Please, give me a chance. I need you so fucking bad,” Carl pleaded. His voice broke and tears shined in his eyes.

You shook your head. “I said I don’t love you anymore! Let me go!” You shouted. You wanted so desperately to get out of the house because you knew if you stayed, you would end up kissing him.

“No,” Carl said. With that, he pulled you into his arms and crashed his lips on yours.

With Carl’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, and his soft lips on yours, you could’t help but finally give in. You melted into the kiss, putting your hands on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Carl slammed you against the wall, his fingertips digging into your sides. The kiss was fast, rough, passionate.

You were so glad that you gave in. You missed this feeling more than you would ever admit.

Carl pulled away, putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb ran across your bottom lip. His eyes stared into yours.

“Give me another chance. I promise I won’t hurt you again,” Carl promised.

You sighed and nodded. You knew he had good intentions, and that he was the one for you. “You better not. Or I will beat you up.”

Carl smiled, pulling you into another deep kiss.

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Hello♡ I'd like to request a small fic where Diavolo is finally invited out on a fun activity. The boy is always so lonely and busy he needs time to relax! Maybe shopping with MC or just a walk in the park. Just some wholesome fun for the lonely man. ♡♡ thank you.

He is lonely boy but not with me around ! 😤😤😤 also I kinda came up with a separate idea

You Got a Friend in Me (DIAVOLO X GN!READER)

The rules were simple: Diavolo is to draw from a hat that had several folded pieces of paper in it, all of which have different activities written on them. Things like hiking, stargazing, going to the club, making homemade pizza, having a movie marathon, among other things have all been taken into consideration and you hoped Diavolo would choose one that he actually liked. “You can only pick one but if you absolutely hate it then tell me so we can switch it out.” He’s honestly just excited that anyone is willing to spend time with him so even if it was something that wasn’t quite up his alley, he would still do it because it came from you, a very considerate and kind person, and because it will get him out and about. Barbatos approved all the fun activities first hand so Diavolo knows it can’t be anything terribly bad. Although, you did find it weird that Barbatos had to monitor what you wrote down? Did he actually think you’d put Diavolo in danger? Something tells you that even the thought of putting the future King in danger could get you executed and you’re not too keen on that.

“Did you get one?” He’s had his hand stuck in that little hat for ages now and you were growing just a tiny bit impatient from it, but he only laughed a bit before jumping on his feet once. “I have to make sure it’s the right one! Feel it out a bit!” But then he pulls his hand out, holding one of the folded pieces of paper with a grin on his face before wiggling his eyebrows at you, “I feel like this is the one…. I’m so excited! I wonder what it is?” You rolled your eyes, although you were smiling. His happiness was truly contagious and you can’t help but be just as curious as him. The hat was put on the table before you moved a bit closer and urged Diavolo to unfold the tiny piece of paper, nudging his arm a bit, “open it!” And he did, but oh so slowly. He’s messing with you at this point but whatever, you had all day and you’re sure the demon just loved the idea of free time and potentially getting away from the castle, depending on the paper he chose, but you also wouldn’t mind staying inside.

“Make ice cream cones for each other….” He’s reading it with less excitement than you would have hoped but your own excitement started to show and you quickly snatched the paper from his hands and then jumped up in front of him with a grin, “yes!! You like ice cream right?! Great!” You didn’t even give him time to answer before grabbing his hand and dragging him off to the castle’s kitchen where Barbatos already had several pints of ice cream flavors laid out. Sneaky butler and his stupid ability to look into the future, but whatever. Diavolo started to smile behind you although he doesn’t fully see yet how this could be exciting. You seemed happy though, so that made this a little bit better. “Okay, so! Basically you and I are going to take one of these…. “ You turned around and pointed at Barbatos who pulled out two waffle cones but instead of cones they were in the shape of boats. Clever, right? “And we’re going to take these flavors of ice cream and some of the candies to decorate and basically make an ice cream boat that represents us. So I will make one that I believe represents you and you’ll make one that you believe represents me! I made sure it’s human world ice cream since Barbatos couldn’t guarantee that Devildom ice cream won’t kill me.” You smiled sheepishly, handing him one of the waffle boats before stepping back.

“So your station is over there and mine is here. We all have the same ice cream flavors and the same candies for decoration. You can try some of them if you’re unsure on what they are but… have fun with it, okay? And after we exchange boats, we can eat them!” Seriously, how is this not exciting? Diavolo was still staring at his waffle boat, trying to comprehend everything you told him. “So… I’ll make an ice cream boat that I think represents you…. Got it.” He’s just mumbling and acting kind of serious but not because he thinks it’s lame or he wishes he would have picked something else, no. “Okay. But mine will be better than yours, (Y/N).” He grins at you and you couldn’t help but grin back, adding a wink too. “We’ll see about that, hot shot.” A soft blush was tinting his cheeks when you winked at him and he quickly turned around to start looking at the ice cream flavors.

To you, the best part about this is that you can let your creativity flow and also eat it afterward. You get to work and be rewarded immediately after. This is definitely a win-win situation, at least in your eyes. Diavolo reminds you of fun times and way too many responsibilities that you’d rather hand to someone else, like Lucifer! So you decided to build a little man. You started with three scoops of raspberry ice cream on the bottom of the boat before stacking it with one pistachio and one cotton candy before topping it off with one scoop of chocolate. It made you smile because it’s so colorful but also somewhat serious with the raspberry and chocolate. An idea for using M&Ms as eyes and pretzels as arms came into your mind and of course you used airhead extremes as a tongue because Diavolo is a silly man. One Reese's cup was used as a hat because if anyone would wear something silly, it’s him. Lastly, you filled the boat with gummy bears and more M&Ms before taking a piece of a twizzler and using it to make a smile. “I’m done! How is yours going?”

Diavolo honestly thought this was kind of silly at first but you seemed happy so he did his best. “One moment….” He’s been trying some of the candy because he was unsure what all of them were. Some were good and others he secretly spit out again, but now he has finished his masterpiece as well and proudly holds it up, turning around to look at you, “Here. Do you like it?” He managed to do something similar to yours, kind of. He filled the bottom with pretzels to kind of imitate grass before making a little person. He used vanilla, orange, strawberry, and lemon ice cream on his because you remind him of bright, happy days and he likes it like that. For the eyes he used blue M&Ms and a piece of a twizzler for the smile, just like you. However, he also used some of the twizzler to make something that resembles hair and then he managed to make a little bouquet of flowers that the ice cream you is holding. Pretzels, marshmallows and skittles go a long way, you know?

“Wow… wait… that’s… I love it.” You smiled happily and stepped closer before looking at him sheepishly. “I chose some of the colors based on your every day life…. You always look so happy but you also have so much responsibility, which is why I used some of the darker ice cream colors like chocolate and raspberry… but there’s still brightness and love inside so those are the brighter colors. And then you’re really silly so I gave you a hat and a long tongue with the candy. I kind of ran out on what I should do with the bottom but… I hope you like M&Ms.” Your words touched him in a weird way. No one ever pays attention to him outside of what they need to pay attention to, but you managed to make a whole ice cream sculpture of what you view him as and that makes him feel super special. “Thank you…” and he actually leans down to kiss your head before pulling back with a smile and handing you the boat he made before taking his own. “You’re always bright and happy, too, which is why I used only the bright ice cream colors. I don’t know what they are but they look like they represent fun and excitement, which is what I get when I’m with you. The stick thingies on the bottom are supposed to be grass…. And then you’re holding a little bouquet because every wonderful person deserves flowers… I do hope I got your hair right, though.”

You giggled a bit, holding the boat up higher and then looking at it with a smile, nodding. “I love it. Thanks…. I really hope you like your ice cream boat. Do you want to eat them? And then you can maybe pull something else from the hat since this wasn’t super exciting.” But Diavolo shook his head, snorting a bit before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in tightly, making sure that the boats didn’t get crushed, “Please do tell me you’re joking. No one has ever done something so extraordinary, yet so silly with me. I would love to eat them with you.” Honestly when you’re so close to him and he’s showing gratitude and happiness, how can you say no? You pulled back just enough to lean up and kiss his cheek before setting your boat down and going off to find some spoons. “We should take a picture with them before we eat them…” “Actually…. They’re missing one more thing.” you turned back around to look at Diavolo confused but as soon as you did, he sprayed a huge chunk of whipped cream on your head and then your lips before leaning down and licking it off of them.

“I knew it. Your lips do make everything taste better.”

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jilliannotfound · 3 years

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More SBI fam with gn!reader please?

𝕊𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕒𝕪

SBI x GN!LittleSibling!Reader (in-game)

Summary: Y/N spends a snow day with their family :)

Warnings: Slight language

A/N: Hi! I’m so happy you all have been enjoying reading these SBI fics as much as I enjoy writing them! This does exist in the same universe as my previous two SBI fics, but it’s not necessary to read them (if you’d like to though, they’re linked on my masterlist). Enjoy this fluffy SBI family content!

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It had been snowing for almost a week now, thick layers covering the land as far as the eye could see.

Being practically stuck inside, Y/N felt like their head was going to burst if they didn’t do something besides play card games with Wilbur.

“Daddd..” They said, dragging out the final letter to grab his attention.

“Yes?”

“Can we please do something? Like literally anything other than sitting here?”

Phil peeked out of the window next to his seat and looked back at his four children.

“The snow seems to have slowed down, if you all bundle up properly I don’t see why you can’t go out and play in it.”

The four had never been happier to hear their father's approval to go outside, all getting up and rushing to their winter gear.

Tommy ran out of the house with Techno hot on his trail to make sure the lanky boy didn’t hurt himself as Wilbur tied up Y/N’s snow boots.

As soon as Wilbur opened the door he was met with a large snowball to the face.

“You’re fucking paying for that one!” He said, scooping up snow and aiming for the now running blonde boy.

They chased each other into the woods and Y/N and Techno were left standing in their bright snowy yard.

“What do ya want to do?” Techno asked.

“Hmmm,” They thought out loud. “Oh! Let’s build a snowman!”

He gave them a look of dread, but Y/N knew he would never deny them of anything.

“Let’s get started I guess.” He fake sighed and they began construction.

They had a solid base started, the first ball making the snowman nearly half of Y/N’s size already. That was until Tommy came running their way trampling the snow mound, face planting into the soft pile.

“Tommy!” They exclaimed as Tommy looked up at his annoyed siblings.

“Sorry… We’ll help fix it!”

“We? I’m not doing shit.” Wilbur added from behind him.

“It’s your fault just as much as it is mine! If you didn’t throw that snowball at me I wouldn’t have fallen.” He countered.

“You’re both helping.” Techno said, sticking a hand out for Tommy to grab.

Y/N reached up and brushed all of the snow off of Tommy’s hair, quickly checking his face for any bruises from the fall.

They all began rolling the snow up again, getting a decent base that was somehow even bigger than their first attempt.

Once the body was mostly built Y/N went to go find sticks and rocks to decorate their new snowy friend, leaving the taller members to finish the head of the snowman.

Tommy stuck the two long branches into the side of the snowman to give him arms while Y/N used some pebbles to create a kind smiley face.

They all stepped back to view their creation, trying to figure out what looked off.

“I think he needs a nose.” Phil chimed from the porch above them, holding a carrot with a smile.

“Yes!” Y/N said as their father handed them the final piece.

They stuck to in the face of the snowman and smiled.

“Wait!” Wilbur exclaimed, pulling the beanie off of his head and handing it to his smallest sibling. “This is the final piece.”

They stared at the large white figure for a moment, thinking.

“How-“ Before they could even get the concern out of Y/N’s mouth, Techno came up behind them lifting them off of the ground so they could reach.

After placing the burgundy cap on the snowman, they looked at their temporary companion with joy.

“He looks kind of fucked.” Tommy said and Wilbur and Phil simultaneously smacked him on the arm as they all burst into laughter.

“You’ve been out here for hours, let’s get some hot chocolate, yeah?” Phil suggested, dragging his frozen children into the warmth of their home.

The five cuddled up, sipping the sweet refreshment with smiles, relishing in the fun filled day they spent with each other.

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landothemuppet · 3 years

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Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this !

N/A: First, gif not mine but i don’t know who i’m gonna credit on this, i have no clue...This is my first Peter Parker x reader and i hope you all will like it! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of the last two weeks of August.

This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

"Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

“My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

"Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

"What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

"What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

"You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

"Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

“I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

"Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

"Do you want to bet, knothead?"

He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

"Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

"Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

The first one: He was Spider-Man.

It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

"What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

"What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

"But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

"Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

"Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

"Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

“Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

"You..you should rest ..."

You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

"Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

"But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

"Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

"Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

"Y/N?"

You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

"I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

“There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

"I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

"Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #tom holland #tom holland fic

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Cloud Nine

Pairings: Roommate! Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Summary: The reader gets stood up and Shinso decides to make it up to her.

Warnings: Explicit Content. Porn with Plot. Slightly edited. Based off of this cover. All characters are aged up.

Author's Note: Hello to all! I have missed you guys. It's been a while. Finals have been kicking my ass but, I am back! This fic is a good blend of fluff and smut. Maybe a little bit of angst. If you would like to commission me, click here! I set a new goal, so please check it! Thanks for your support, it means a lot to me.

Word Count: 4500

The sound of the front door slamming shut resonated through the apartment, quickly followed by the echo of heavy footsteps trailing down the hall. They came to an abrupt pause; interrupted by the splashing of water in the sink and the ripping of a paper towel. He must’ve found the freshly baked cookies I left on the counter. The footsteps sound again but they stop short of my room. A firm knock rattled from my door; I looked up from my laptop and shouted “come in!” My roommate opened the door, appearing in front of me, dressed in his usual attire. Workout jacket and running shorts with a gym bag tossed over his shoulder. Shinso had already taken a bite out of the freshly baked cookie nestled in the paper, and tiny crumbs had been sprinkled around his mouth.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” he said as he dropped his gym bag by my door and took a seat in my desk chair. “I thought you had a date with that producer guy.”

“Yeah, I did,” I closed my laptop and pushed it to the side. “But, he never showed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Shinso said before taking another bite of his cookie. He chewed it slowly before adding, “I had a feeling something was wrong since you baked.”

“I don’t only bake when I’m sad, So-so,” I replied as I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You’re right,” he took another bite of the cookie and swallowed. “You only make your comfort cookies when you’re sad.”

I gave him a quizzical look and he took it as an initiative to continue.

“When you’re sad or have a bad day, you always make double chocolate cookies with walnuts. And if you’re peeved, you add Nutella in the middle. Like today. So, if you don’t mind telling me what’s wrong, I’d be happy to listen.” Shinso finished off his cookie and brushed his mouth with the paper towel. His purple eyes gleaming up at me with concern.

“It’s just. . .” I crossed my legs underneath me and sighed. All the built-up frustration exploded out of me in three words, “Men are trash.”

Shinso’s face remained completely neutral; he didn’t even flinch at the statement. “How so?”

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. “Okay, so last week, remember when I was wearing that super-cute outfit?”

“You gotta be more specific, you always wear cute outfits,” he said with a confused look in his eye.

“It was a Tuesday. I was wearing some bell-bottom jeans and a pink halter top that said ‘cherry bomb’. Do you remember that?”

“You had two buns on your head that day,” he added in recollection.

“I did! Well, I bumped into Justin on my way to the studio and we talked for a few minutes. Towards the end of the conversation, he gave me his number and asked me to dinner. I was ecstatic and practically skipped down the fucking street!”

“Sounds like something you’d do.”

“So, we’ve been texting all of last week and this week. I am under the illusion that we’re on for dinner. All of a sudden, he doesn’t reply to my texts this morning. I brushed it off and continued about my day. I went to the agreed restaurant and waited an hour in my car for him. Texting him the entire time, just for him to give me a reply on my ride home.”

“What did it say?”

“‘Sorry, something came up.’”

“Wow. . . what an asshole.”

“I know! Such a fucking jerk.”

We stayed silent for a minute or two before Shinso rose from my desk chair and walked to my door. He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and turned back to me. “I ordered from that restaurant you like, down the street, once I saw the cookies on the counter. I figured you could use some comfort food. It’ll be here in a little while, so I’m going to take a quick shower, then we could eat together. If you’re cool with that?”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll see you when you get out,” I replied with a look of astonishment on my face.

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

The pro-hero exited the room and gently closed the door behind him. My eyes remained in that general area, seconds after he left. Processing all the information that he gave to me. Wakatoshi Shinso. . . a man that I cannot describe in words. But, if I had to condense it, to say what he was, all I could say is that he cares. So much about me. Before moving in together, he was simply a friend-of-a-friend. We were cordial, always said “hi” in passing, and never left a bad impression. So, when I found an apartment, and he needed a room, it was a no-brainer. Shinso was the ideal roommate. Quiet, calm, and collected. He always made me breakfast, even though he was always up significantly earlier than I was. If I was too tired, he’d tidy up my leftover dishes and straighten up my things. When I had my period and ran out of pads, he went to the drug store and bought me some. Including chocolate ice cream and painkillers. He doesn’t mind doing the grocery shopping alone and doesn’t complain when I leave my bra on the bathroom door. He wiped my tears when my boyfriend left me and brought me flowers the next day.

Shinso was perfect in every way.

I was lucky to have him in my life.

The doorbell rang and I rose from my bed and raced to the door. Just as he said, Shinso had ordered from my favorite restaurant, as seen by the menu poking out of the biggest bag. I gave the delivery boy a small smile and thanked him, before shutting the door and walking into the kitchen. I placed the takeout bag on the counter and began to take out all the items from the bag. He brought chicken parmesan, mushroom ravioli, fettuccine alfredo, vodka alla penne, and two garden salads. In the second, smaller bag, were two pints of ice cream and complimentary miniature cannolis.

“I didn’t know what you were in the mood for so I got a little bit of everything,” his voice echoed throughout the room, causing me to jump.

“Jesus—” I looked up from the array of food to my roommate. Who was dripping wet and practically steaming from his shower. Grey sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, extenuating his sharp v-line. He was shirtless, which wasn’t something new, he often walked around the apartment that way; however, the droplets sprinkled about his bare chest were doing things to me. His damp hair was slicked back, combed out of his face. Shinso walked around the kitchen’s island and popped open the lid off one of the containers. The display of his bruised knuckles resting on the counter caused my insides to churn.

Maybe it was the way Justin ghosted me earlier, or maybe it was the way Shinso cared for me— the longer I looked at him, the more I wanted him to bend me over the sink and make me scream.

An intense blush flushed over my face and I instinctively bit my bottom lip.

Without missing a beat, my roommate placed his hand on mine and locked eyes with me. “Is there something wrong?”

“I. . . ugh. . .” I looked away from him and down at the ground. “I’m fine.”

I could feel his violet-purple eyes squint with uncertainty. Shinso gently squeezed my hand and released a sigh. “I was thinking about what you said about ‘men being trash’ and how Justin was an asshole to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you're looking in the wrong place."

I looked up at his face, taking in his flushed-out expression. Although his wet hair gave him a more refined aura. His cheeks highlighted his boyish charm. Shinso's hand lifted from mine and found itself underneath my chin. My eyes automatically snapped toward his and my breath got caught in my throat. He had an unwavering stare upon his face that made me weak in the knees. Shinso’s eyes slowly closed and brought his face closer to mine. I gripped his shirt and pressed a kiss firmly against his lips. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt his arm securely wrapped around me. I moaned against his lips and loosened my grip on his shirt. I dug my fingers in his hair and pressed my body against his.

“I want you,” he groaned against my lips.

“Then, take me,” I replied as I untied his sweatpants. And kissed him again.

Shinso tore away and guided me to the couch. He gazed down at me, a questionable look in his eye. “Are you sure?”

I lifted the oversized tee-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, My chest was completely bare, my ample breasts in the view of the towering athlete. “I’m all yours.”

Shinso’s eyes darkened. His demeanor was intense and serious. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted my legs to his waist. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he grunted before capturing my lips in a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. My bare chest against his; my heartbeat in my ears and his body heat warming my soul. I wanted to be as close to him as I possibly could. I needed to be closer to him than I ever was before. “Take me to your room.”

Without hesitation, the pro-hero took long paces to his vacant space. He gently sat me on the edge of the bed and look down at me. “Open your legs.”

I scooted my by rear further on the bed and placed both feet on the neatly tucked duvet. My knees were facing the ceiling and my clothed womanhood was facing him.

Shinso swiftly dropped to his knees and brought his face to my inner thigh. Featherlike kisses sprinkled along the soft tissue and goosebumps ran up my back. When he got to my core, after taking his sweet time, he pushed the soft short and panties to the side before lapping the dripping center. My legs gently twitched and my eyes rolled back. His soft muscle continued to lap its sweet nectar and I swore I could see God Himself. After a short while, he had gotten bored of pushing my garments to the side, so Shinso tenderly removed them from my legs. I halfway expected him to rip them to shreds but I guess he was too gentlemanly for such savage behavior.

The athlete looked up at me with a wistful expression and asked a simple question. “Do you mind if I use my fingers?”

I paused for a minute and smiled. “Come here.”

Temporarily rising from his position on the floor, the massive man laid his body between my legs and hovered his face above mine. “Yes?”

“You use whatever you see fit,” I replied while looking into his eyes. “I trust you.”

Without so much as a second glance, Shinso walks to his nightstand and unlocks the bottom drawer. He pulls out a Hitachi wand, an eye mask, and bondage cuffs. “Are you comfortable with these?”

A blush dusted my cheeks as I looked at the items. “Oh my, I never knew this side of you existed.” I reached for the eye mask and placed it on my head. Then, I lifted my arms over my head and gripped the bedpost. I winked and finally said, “I’m ready when you are.”

Shinso turned to the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. “I should’ve confessed sooner.”

I nodded with appropriate enthusiasm and widened my legs. “Please continue what you had been doing earlier. I want you.”

The athlete reached down to my face and pulled the eye mask over my eyes. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

His feather-like touches littered against the right side of my body and I swore I could feel my senses come alive. I felt the bed sink in between my legs and his warm hands reposition my hips on the bed. “Hold your legs up for me, baby.”

I did as instructed and took a deep breath.

I could feel his hot breath fan my naked cunt and all I could do was drip in anticipation. His coarse thumbs spread the thick lips apart; cool air fanned my bud. After a few seconds of no movement, his hot mouth pressed against the dripping mess. A long, deep moan arose from me, as my legs jolted again. He blew against my womanhood, creating a slurry of my nectar and his saliva. I could feel it drip down my cunt and to my rear slowly. Seductively almost. His soft tongue pushed its way into my smooth center and I felt my walls clench. He bobbed his head forward and back; probing me with his tongue as he went. I furrowed my brows and arched my back. Gripping the back of my knees, I bucked my hips against his mouth as slutty moans left my lips.

“Mmm. . . you feel so good, So-so,” I chanted as I whipped my head to the side.

He groaned against my womanhood, before pulling away briefly. He reached up the bed and gripped his desired item. Once I heard a distinctive buzzing, I knew it was the wand. He pressed the toy against my bud, possibly wanting to see my reaction to it. I moaned at the light vibrations and squirmed underneath it. A hum passed his lips as I felt his fingers gently toy with my entrance. One finger slowly went in, curling upward to the desired pleasure button. Shinso used that finger for about a minute before adding a second one. He presses his fingertips against the roof of my cunny and started to jab them upward. I bit my lip and dug my nails into my thighs at the added friction. I could feel a soft pool gather in my stomach and I knew my climax was near.

“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!” I practically yelled as I gripped the sheets.

Shinso kept his same pace. I could imagine observing the incoming orgasm rise from my toes down my calves and thighs and to my abdomen.

I furrowed my eyes again and brought my legs closer to my chest. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck! Oh shit!” My legs shoot violently as my toes clenched tightly. My breathing increased and tingles encased my whole body. Then, all of a sudden, all the feelings in my body stopped. And all I could hear was the buzzing of the vibrator in my room. For those two seconds, every fiber of my being clenched, including my walls around Shinso’s fingers. I could feel tears form in my eyes as a throaty moan fell from my lips and my back arched against the bed. I released the grip on my legs and allowed them to shake chaotically against the mattress. I reached under my head for the pillow and squeezed it around my head as I rode out the pleasable wave.

When my legs stopped shaking and my breathing calmed down, I released the pillow and lifted my head. “So-so?”

“I’m here,” he swiftly replied before removing the eye mask from my face. Shinso looked at me with a loving expression and placed a hand on my cheek. “Are you okay? That seemed pretty intense.”

“It was,” I replied looking at him with doe eyes. “Can you just. . . hold me for a while? I don’t think I’m ready to continue.”

“Of course.” He climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around me. His violet eyes gazed down at me with such repertoire that it was almost impossible to keep contact.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked feeling so insecure.

“No, I just. . .” Shinso cut himself off. Somehow trying to find the right thing to say at that moment. He pulled my body closer to his before pressing his lips to my forehead and saying “ I love you.”

I froze. My breath caught in my throat. My heartbeat pausing its usual rhythm. My mind was completely cleared of any passing thought. “How. . . long have you known?”

“Not too long. About a few minutes.”

“Wait,” I pulled away from him and sat up in the bed. “What do you mean ‘a few minutes’?”

Shinso took a deep breath and followed my motions. “I realized I loved you when you told me you trusted me and proceeded to relinquish control. I had never seen you so vulnerable with anyone and we have known each other for five years. It meant a lot to me and everything else just. . . clicked in my brain.”

“So, all the ordering food and tampons. . . you didn’t do that to get me to put my guard down? You did it just because?”

“Well, yeah. I thought that’s what good roommates do. At least, that’s what Tendou says they do.”

“Wow. . . I. . . need a minute to digest. . . all of this.”

“Take your time.”

I spent the next few days hovering about our shared apartment. Replaying those three tiny, tiny words in my mind. I love you. He loved me. Shinso loved me. He didn’t do all those nice things because he wanted to use me or my body for his pleasure. He did it because he wanted to be a good roommate. Shinso wasn’t the type of man to say things he didn’t mean— hell, he doesn’t even speak the majority of the time. He meant what he said. And I couldn’t gather my thoughts to see how I felt about him. I knew what he meant to me. I knew I didn’t see myself living with anyone else and the thought of him being with another woman infuriated me. After a short while, I picked up a pen and grabbed my keyboard to write a song.

Justin found time to text me again; notifying me that he wanted to make up for our failed date by giving a free studio session. Being the starving artist that I was, I took up the offer. On a whim, I texted Shinso to meet at the studio, half expecting him to decline my answer. He didn’t. Shinso walked into the small room, still in his volleyball uniform. His violet eyes brightened when I smiled at him. He gave me a small smirk and a short wave.

Justin, completely taken back by the massive player, gawked at Shinso’s sheer size. “Damn, how tall are you?”

“Six foot four inches,” Shinso stated in a bland expression.

“Wow,” Justin turned away from the athlete and back to me. “I’m ready when you are.”

I took a deep breath, readjusted my keyboard, and looked ahead. “I’m ready.”

I started playing the keys and looking down at the lyrics on my notebook page.

I don’t want to seem the way I do

But I’m confident when I’m with you

I looked up at Shinso with a weak smile.

Lately, all I feel is bad and bruised

Tired of tripping on my shoes

I squeezed my eyes shut and finished the rest of the course.

But when he loves me I

Feel like I’m floating, when

He calls me pretty, I

Feel like somebody.

Even when we fade,

Eventually to nothing,

You will always be my favorite form of loving.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Shinso. His cheeks were a slight pink and his eyes were slightly closed. He seemed somewhat embarrassed by the lyrics, yet really into them.

I finished the lyrics, making sure I kept eye contact with him for the entirety of the song. I watched his shoulders relax, and jaw clench at the sound of the lyrics. He leaned forward as if to hear me better. Shinso’s boyish charm was completely exposed and I was loving every second of it.

When the song ended, Justin stood up and clapped from the other end of the glass. He clicked a button and shouted for me to come out.

“You were so good!” He practically shouted to the top of his lungs. “I should’ve gotten you here sooner.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” I said with a chuckle.

“Please tell me you’re free this Friday, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Justin gave me a hopeful look.

“Actually— “

“She has plans with me this Friday,” Shinso chimed harshly.

Justin looked between the two of us and simply nodded. “I totally get it. Shoot me a text when you are free though. We should talk business.”

“Of course!” I replied with a smile.

Shinso and I trotted out of the studio shortly after the exchange. He remained silent within the elevator of the building. Inside the cab home. And, as we walked through the front door. It was after he retreated into his room and took a shower when he finally spoke to me.

“Did you write that song for me?” Shinso asked after taking a seat in my desk chair.

“I did,” I answered simply.

“Does that mean you. . . share my feelings?” He proceeded to question me.

“Yes, I love you, Shinso,” I offered the response slowly.

He rose from my chair and sat across from me on my bed. “Tell me again.”

“I love you, Shinso.”

His lips captured mine in a heated kiss. His calloused hands pulled me closer to him as mine latched in his hair. I leaned back against the bed and spread my legs to give him more access. I moaned against his lips and moved my hips against his groin.

“Do you want to continue?” Shinso asked as pulled away. “We can always—”

“Hurry up and grab the condoms from the top drawer,” I interjected as I unhooked my arms to peel my shirt off.

Without a word, the athlete scooted from the bed and did as he was told. Shinso swiftly removed his sweats and tossed them to the side. He ripped the plastic packet open with his teeth and rolled the rubber on his member. He climbed back onto the bed proceeded to yank my bottoms off my body and spread my legs. Shinso positioned his member against my center and looked up at me. Once I gave him an eager nod, he sunk himself into me. A soul-shaking moan erupted from the two of us, followed by a curse underneath our breaths. He leaned down to give me a soft kiss before slowly rocking his hips against mine.

Gentle moans fell from my lips as I arched my back against his thrusts. “You feel so good, baby.” I brought my hands up my legs and navel; I latched my digits onto my ample breasts and gave them a slight squeeze.

Shinso readjusted my hips and lifted my legs in the air. His fingertips pressed firmly in the soft flesh of my thigh as he had begun to drop his hips down onto mine in such a harsh manner. My walls clenched around him, as I felt myself begin to ooze even more onto him. The new stimulation was making my whole body heat up and I desperately wanted more of it. I gripped the sheets tightly and gazed at his flushed-out face.

God, he looked so powerful fucking me like that. His muscles flexed with each thrust and sweat began dotting his abdomen. The pink hue on his cheeks and the clenching of his jaw made my insides tingle.

I was more attracted to this man than I could ever possibly know.

Suddenly, his pace started to slow down and his hips started to spasm. Just a tad. He was so close to his peak.

“You take me so well, sweetheart,” Shinso grunted lowly. “You’re tight cunt is milking me dry.”

I smirked. “Are you about to cum?”

His violet eyes narrowed and he paused his thrusts. “On your belly, now.”

“Yes, sir,” I teased as I rolled onto my stomach. Chest pressed against the bed and hips in the air.

The athlete gripped my hips as he eased his member back into me. “Rub that needy clit of yours, nice and slow.”

I tucked a hand between my legs and flicked my fingers softly. A small moan fell from my lips as my hips began to twitch slightly.

“Looks like you’re not gonna last too long, baby,” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Of course not, you know how to make me cum,” I said with a giggle.

“I am the only one that will be doing that from this point on, understood?” His gripped tightened around my waist and I could feel his hips begin to twitch slightly.

“Understood,” I grunted as I felt the warm pool fill in my stomach. “I’m getting close, baby.”

“Move your hand faster,” Shinso instructed while keeping his pace.

I flicked my wrist faster and immediately felt the climax rising my legs and thighs and gathering at my stomach. I clenched and released my walls several times before releasing a gurgle-like moan. “Ahh fuck. Ahh, fuck!”

“You better not stop moving your hand, princess,” he warned in a low tone.

“I’m not! I promise!” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. “Please let me cum! I wanna cum so bad! Oh, God!”

“Go ahead, you deserve it,” he grunted as he began to move his hips faster.

“Oh fuck!” I gripped the sheets tightly and moved my hand even faster. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

I clenched my walls ever so tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. In the pit of my stomach, I felt a soft soap bubble pop and ooze out to the rest of my body. My entire body clenched, and my hand pressed hard against my clit as I rode out the orgasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my tongue fell out of my mouth. Drool dripped down my chin as the stars behind my eyelids faded. After a few seconds, I slumped forward onto the bed and opened my eyes.

“Oh fuck. . .” I gurgled as my body finished twitching.

Shinso slid out of my smooth canal and kissed down my sweaty back before laying next to me. He gathered me into his arms and looked down at my overly stimulated body. “Promise me you’ll be mine and only mine.”

With half-closed lids, I looked up at him and said, “You buy me food when I’m sad, you get me tampons when I’m bleeding, AND you made me cum so hard I almost blacked out. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you be with someone else.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

“You better, because you can’t get rid of me. I’m in too deep,” I replied as I snuggled closer to him. After a short moment of silence, I said “I love you, too.”

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