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jaeyunverse · 2 years

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the roommate contract

pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, angst, suggestive, one-sided enemies to lovers, roommates au, brother’s best friend au, fake dating

wc: 11341

warnings: profanity, a very flirty jeno, jaemin and mc are siblings and she sorta badmouths him oops, lot of childish banter, jeno is older than the mc by two years, some angst at the end (lmk if i’ve missed anything!)

summary: nothing could have been worse than getting kicked out of your house and having to move in with lee jeno—resident fuckboy, annoying asshole and your first heartbreak.

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note: this was supposed to be slowburn but i kinda got impatient so i ditched that plan LMFAO this is a bit fast-paced imo but i hope you guys enjoy the fic! feedback is always appreciated :D

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That day, you made three mistakes.

First: talking about your problems in public. Second: letting slip how desperate you were. Third (the gravest mistake): locking gazes with none other than Lee Jeno.

He perked up when you yelled at Hwang Yeji, “I’ll have nowhere to go!”

The moment the words were out, your wide eyes met his amused ones. Jeno quirked an eyebrow and smirked, walking over to the booth you and Yeji were seated at.

“What’s this I hear about you needing a place to crash, Y/N?” he cooed, setting his cup of coffee on the table and sliding beside you.

You glared at him, frowning when the bare skin of his arm brushed against yours. Shifting away, you snapped, “None of your damn business, Lee. Quit eavesdropping and get out of here.”

Jeno’s smirk grew when he saw your discomfort. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he pulled you against him. Your head smashed into his hard chest as he teased, “Now, now, is that how you treat your brother’s best friend?”

You narrowed your eyes and craned your neck to look at him. “That’s how I treat an egotistical bastard who doesn’t know basic manners.”

Jeno grinned at the insult, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. “You look so attractive right now.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you shoved him away, cursing loudly. He laughed at your flustered state, his eyes turning into small crescent moons.

This was Lee Jeno—a huge flirt who thought highly of himself due to the popularity he had gained as the star player of your university’s football team, and whose only personality trait was being ridiculously attractive.

“Shut up,” you mumbled under your breath and averted your eyes. They landed on Yeji, who was sitting on the other side of the table. A knowing smile was playing on her lips and her hands were crossed over her chest.

You groaned.

“Finally remembered I was here, did you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Yeji, you can’t be serious,” you pleaded, ignoring her teasing remark and returning to the topic at hand. Why she and your brother, Na Jaemin, liked to think of you and Jeno as a couple was beyond you. You radiated nothing but annoyance when the boy was around you. “You and Jaemin have only been dating for a few months. I don’t think it’s wise for you to move in together already.”

Everything you had uttered was bullcrap. Though your current roommate and your brother had been dating for no more than six months, what they had was special. It was evident that they loved each other very much. In fact, deciding to stay together was probably a wise decision, but you didn’t want to lose Yeji.

She was an amazing roommate and your closest friend.

Besides, she was only giving you a week to move out of your shared apartment so Jaemin could move in. Apparently, your idiot brother was supposed to break the news to you over two weeks ago but had forgotten to do so. Now, Yeji was doing damage control.

“The decision is made, Y/N,” she told you sternly. “I’m sorry Jaemin didn’t do his job. Hell, I’m sorry for going home and giving him the responsibility. But you must understand that we’re on a time restraint. I told you that you could stay with Jeno—”

“You told her what?” said boy interrupted her, leaning forward in his seat.

“Yeji!” you yelled, cutting her off before she could suggest something stupid again. “I said no!”

Jeno turned to look at you, his lips set in a pout. “C’mon, Y/N. Why so stubborn? I love Yeji’s idea. We’d have such a good time being roomies and doing roomie things.”

The mischievous look in his eyes told you the exact kind of roomie things he had in mind. You rolled your eyes and ignored him, turning your attention to the girl opposite you again. “It doesn’t matter. Jaemin’s never going to let this asshole room with me.”

“Hey!” Jeno protested.

You didn’t give a shit about Jaemin’s opinion. You didn’t need him to ‘let’ you do anything anyway. You were capable of making your own decisions, and at that moment, you decided to use your brother and put words in his mouth for your own interest.

Yeji looked unimpressed. “Joke’s on you because it was his idea.”

The motherfucker. Fucking coward, that’s what Na Jaemin was. Not only was he hiding from you because of what he had failed to do but was also feeding irrational ideas into Yeji’s mind.

“You should break up with him,” you told her nonchalantly. “His ideas are stupid and he’s going to ruin your life.”

Rolling her eyes, Yeji got up from her seat and straightened her shirt. “I love you, Y/N, but I want you gone from the apartment by the end of the week. It’s not like I’m throwing you out on the streets; Jeno has agreed to let you crash at his place.”

“I don’t see the difference,” you deadpanned.

Yeji gave you a pointed look. “Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you after class tonight and we’ll talk about packing.”

With that, she was gone, leaving a very pleased Jeno alone with you. You glanced at him to see him already staring at you with a grin on his face.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun being roommates, you and I.”

You wanted to die.

“I am going to fucking kill you, Jaemin!” you screamed, tightening your grip around the lightsaber you had picked up from his room.

Jaemin’s eyes widened, and he bolted out of his room and towards the living room. You let out a war cry and chased after him, lightsaber held above your head.

“I’m sorry!” your brother shrieked and dived behind the couch. “I forgot!”

“Oh, yeah?” you taunted, glaring daggers at his concealed figure. “You better forget about wanting to move in with Yeji too! I’m not moving out for your irresponsible ass!”

You prepared yourself to run towards the couch and jump off the edge to get to Jaemin. However, the moment you stepped on the plush cushion, an arm was around your waist, and you were suddenly in the air.

“Easy, princess,” Jeno chuckled into your ear. “Wouldn’t want you to trip and hit your head, would we? You’re unhinged enough.”

“Let go of me, Lee!” you snapped, struggling in his hold. Jaemin peeked from behind the sofa, and upon seeing you trapped by Jeno, darted out of the house.

“Thanks, bro. I owe you one.” He mock-saluted his best friend and closed the apartment door shut, leaving you and Jeno alone.

You let out a groan of frustration and tried to get out of Jeno’s arms. “Let me go! I need to chase after him,” you yelled.

He tightened his grip around you, pulling you against his chest. “Not until you promise to ditch the lightsaber. Can’t have you running around the building with that in your hands. You’re going to be living with me soon and I’d rather not be referred to as the guy rooming with the crazy lightsaber girl.”

“I’m not going to live with you,” you scoffed. Letting go of the toy, you glanced up at him. “I dropped it; can you get your hands off me now?”

Jeno raised a sculpted eyebrow. “Really? Where exactly are you going to live then? You do realise you won’t find an apartment in four days, right?”

“I’m going to kill Jaemin,” you replied simply. “I won't need to find a new apartment if he’s out of the way.”

“Your love for your brother is so evident.”

“I know.”

A beat of silence followed your dry answer, and that was when you noticed the proximity between you and Jeno. You were completely pressed up against him, his arms still holding you to him. You could feel his chiselled abdomen, and his face was so, so close.

He was back hugging you.

The moment the thought sunk in, you shoved him away and averted your gaze. Clearing your throat, you went down on your knees and picked up the lightsaber. “I don’t care about your reputation; I’m going to go beat up Jaemin with this stick and then go apartment hunting.”

“Nice. You’ve got your priorities set straight.”

You tilted your neck to glower at Jeno. His hands were shoved inside his pant pockets, and he was smiling softly at you. You stuck your tongue at him and turned on your heels, marching out of the apartment to begin your search for Jaemin.

You didn’t realise your heart had been beating rapidly inside your chest until it had slowed down.

No, there was no way Jeno was having any effect on you. Not when you had spent years trying to build an immunity to his charm. Not when he wasn’t even trying to be charming back at his and Jaemin’s shared space.

You chose to believe that the only reason your heart was racing was that you were angry at your brother. Because you were angry at Jeno for confining you in his embrace and not allowing you to run after him. Because you had to move out and sacrifice your comfort for your loved ones’ happiness. Because the news had been sprung on you without any warning, and it made you feel vulnerable.

There was no way you were starting to feel anything but dislike for Jeno.

No fucking way.

“So,” Yeji popped. “Find a decent place yet?”

You shot her a look as you shrugged off your coat and threw it on a chair. Kicking your shoes off too, you plopped down on the sofa beside her. “Not yet, but I will find one soon.”

Yeji rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the TV again. “When? You’re moving out tomorrow.”

“I'm moving out tomorrow afternoon,” you corrected her. “I’ll have a few hours to search for a new apartment.”

She hummed absent-mindedly. “Sure.”

“Sure,” you mimicked under your breath and put your fingers inside the bowl in her hands. “The least you could do is help me find a new apartment,” you grumbled, your mouth full of potato chips. “I wouldn’t have to move out if it weren’t for you and Jaemin.”

You scowled at the mention of your brother. You’d found him cowering behind the building dumpsters earlier that day and had beat him up.

He’d fought back and tried to land a few blows too, but he was no match for you. You hoped he was licking his wounds and vowing to himself that he would never make such a mistake again.

“What the fuck are you on?” Yeji deadpanned, finally looking at you. “I literally packed all your shit for you because you refused to. And you already have an apartment, which means I practically did everything for you.”

“I’m not staying at Jeno’s!” you exclaimed.

“Why?!” she cried. “What’s the big deal? You’ve known him since before you’ve known me. Sure, he flirts more than what’s considered normal, but he cares about you a lot and would never hurt you.”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed it when no words came out. You hated to admit it, but Yeji was right. For all his annoying antics, Jeno was not a bad guy.

But she didn’t know what you did. Back when you were in middle school and Jeno was in high school, you had a huge crush on him. The kind that caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach at the mere sight of him.

The kind that had you dreaming about going on cute dates with him. The kind that had you smiling and feeling giddy out of nowhere.

It was an innocent crush harboured by your innocent and naive past self.

Like most people, Jeno changed when he entered high school. Puberty hit him like a truck, and he was suddenly the hot topic at school. The undivided attention and God-like treatment he received got to his head.

He grew cocky and arrogant. He began flirting with multiple people just because he could, and with his pretty privilege always at the ready in his arsenal, he was able to get away with hurting them each time.

You were just another victim of Jeno’s charm. You didn’t know about his reputation because your grades didn’t share the same buildings, and Jaemin certainly hadn’t bothered to warn you when you began falling for him either.

You decided to confess, mistaking Jeno’s mindless flirting as him genuinely having feelings for you. With a box of chocolates in your hands and shy expression on your face, you gazed through your bedroom window with anticipation, waiting for him to come back from football practice.

(His house was right next to yours; you’d been neighbours for over five years.)

When you finally saw him approaching your house, your eyes lit up and you got ready to run down the stairs. You wanted to catch him before he could go inside his home.

But then you noticed someone else was with him, holding his hand and clinging onto his arm like their life depended on it. Upon closer inspection, you realised it was a girl.

Jeno was with a girl.

They looked like they were having fun together. Jeno was smiling at her with that adorable smile of his—the same one that made you fall for him in the first place. The box of chocolates slipped from your hands and so did the smile on your face when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

Your heart was broken for the first time that day. It didn’t take a lot of time for you to figure everything out after witnessing the scene, and you’ve resented him ever since.

You tried cutting Jeno off by distancing yourself, but it was impossible not to run into him when he was always hanging out at your place.

So, you started giving him the cold shoulder. You snapped at him whenever he tried to talk to you. You insulted him every chance you got, not being able to keep your anger to yourself.

Jeno, to your surprise, asked you what was wrong. He asked you what had changed and what suddenly made you dislike him. He tried to make it up to you despite not knowing what he had done to piss you off in the first place.

Your answer was giving him the silent treatment and blowing him off. You weren’t stupid—no way in hell were you going to tell him the real reason behind your actions. It would have only made you come off as a pathetic loser who couldn’t move on and held petty grudges.

Eventually, he accepted defeat and stopped trying to get you to like him again.

It wasn’t until nearly a year later that you realised why you’d been so affected by Jeno’s rejection-but-not-really-a-rejection.

You’d been in love with him.

Lee Jeno had been your first love.

And you hadn’t resented him for kissing the girl. No, you were angry at yourself for falling for someone like him and getting your heart broken in the process. You were just taking it all out on him because you didn’t know how else to deal with your feelings.

You knew it wasn’t fair to Jeno, but it wasn’t like you could just make things go back to the way they were before. So, you kept up your charade until the line between pretence and reality began thinning and finally disappeared.

Being rude and sarcastic to Lee Jeno was like breathing. It came to you naturally and occurred involuntarily.

“Earth to Y/N.” Yeji snapped her fingers in front of your face, jolting you out of your reverie.

You scrunched your nose when the salt from the chips flew into your eyes. Slapping her hand away, you asked, “What?”

“I said we should sleep. It’s already past ten and we need to get up early tomorrow.”

You nodded, getting up from the sofa. “You go ahead. There’s something I have to do first.”

Yeji looked at you quizzically but smiled softly and squeezed your shoulder when she realised what you meant. “Take all the time you need.”

Once she was gone, you took a deep breath and looked around your apartment. The living room was messy since both of you had been too busy to wind it up. Your coat had slipped from the chair and fallen to the floor. Yeji’s laptop was lying on the centre table along with a bunch of books that were haphazardly spread around it.

You averted your eyes to the kitchen. Plates were piling up in the sink and there were a lot of coffee cups lying around. The small dining table was crowded with packaged food and unwashed laundry, crumbs of food surrounding them.

A small part of you was satisfied knowing you wouldn’t have to clean your disgusting apartment.

Not yours, a voice in your head popped. Not anymore.

You sighed, taking everything in for the last time. Yeji and Jaemin were moving on to better things. They were making decisions that were good for them and brought them happiness. You weren’t going to stand in the way of that.

Maybe this change was good for you too. Maybe, just maybe, you were moving on to better things too.

Everything about the day sucked.

You did not find an apartment, the movers were at your old one an hour early, Yeji called and screamed in your ear to inform you of the same, you scraped your knee while hurriedly making your way back to it to stop them from taking all your stuff to Jeno’s, and now, half an hour later, your room was set up and the bane of your existence was staring at you with a smirk on his face.

“You lose,” he commented. “Time to be roomies.”

“I will fucking castrate you,” you snapped, still panting from all the running you had done after you missed your bus. “Who organised my room?”

“Yeji did. She left a paper on the study table that has instructions about where everything is.”

You raised an eyebrow, frowning appreciatively. You had to say, Yeji had done an excellent job at setting up your new room. The bed was pressed against the wall and your study table was placed in front of the window, just like you preferred. She had even taken the efforts to decorate the wall above your bed with fairy lights and polaroids of your friend group.

You weren’t surprised at all; you expected nothing less from your interior design major friend. Plus, you were pretty sure she felt guilty for kicking you out and had gone out of her way to make your room look pretty as a way of saying sorry.

Apology accepted, you thought to yourself, thoroughly impressed.

“Where are Yeji and Jaemin?” you asked, turning to face Jeno. He was leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. You promptly ignored the way his biceps bulged and strained against his shirt sleeves.

Meeting your gaze, Jeno answered, “They went back to your old apartment to move Jaemin’s stuff. Yeji said we should come over to help as soon as—wait, is that blood staining your jeans?”

You scrunched your nose. “What?”

He dropped to the floor, reaching for your injury. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Jumping back, you quickly responded, “It’s fine. It’s period blood.”

“Oozing from your knee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting his neck to look up at you.

“Uh, huh.”

“Y/N, stop being stupid.”

You scoffed. “Are you saying that you, a male, know the female anatomy better than me, an actual female?”

Jeno rolled his eyes. “At this point, I think I do. I don’t understand what the big deal is; let me help you out.”

“I don’t want to owe you a favour,” you muttered under your breath. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you didn’t like to depend on people, least of all Lee Jeno. “And I said it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine!” Jeno gaped. “We need to treat that wound or it’s going to get infected. Look, the impact tore the denim too.”

Indeed, your knee was partly exposed and some of the blood was already dried, making your pants stick to your skin. You cringed.

“I’ll deal with it,” you reassured him. “You should go and help Jaemin.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeno got to his feet and slipped his hand into yours. Tugging you along with him, he said, “You’re an idiot to think I would even consider leaving you alone to treat yourself. And I promise I won’t make you do anything for me in return,” he added. “Unlike the healthcare in America, Dr. Jeno is at your service for free.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as he made you sit on a chair by the dining table. “As much as I appreciate your lame attempt at cracking a joke to convince me, I’m not a child. It doesn’t even hurt.”

“You’re not,” he agreed, shuffling through one of the kitchen cupboards and taking out a first aid box. “But no one should have to take care of themselves when they’re hurt. Everyone should have someone they can depend on.”

Your heart constricted. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you muttered, “I literally just said it doesn’t hurt, but yeah, whatever.

Jeno kneeled in front of you again, cutting your jeans up to your knee with a scissor. You winced when he tried to remove the cloth stuck to your skin.

“Sorry,” he apologised, steadying your leg. “I’m going to dab alcohol on the wound now.”

You closed your eyes and braced yourself, holding your breath.

“You can hold my hand if you want,” Jeno suggested. “I don’t mind.”

You snorted, opening a single lid. “Yeah, right. Your everyone should have someone bullcrap made sense but I’m not falling for—fuck!”

Your fingers wrapped around Jeno’s free wrist of their own accord, eyes clenching shut again as he pressed the cotton swab on your injury. “Asshole!” you screamed. “Couldn’t you warn me?!”

“I did,” he simply replied, putting his hand on your thigh to hold it down. “You need to stop shaking your leg, Y/N. It’s going to sting a lot more if you don’t; I barely brushed over the gash before.”

Cursing under your breath, you nodded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he continued his manoeuvres. You could tell he was trying to be careful, but it still hurt like a bitch.

A few minutes later, Jeno popped, “Done.”

Sighing, you opened your eyes and wiped your tears with the palms of your hands. Your knee was neatly dressed, and the blood and grime were gone. You stood up and tried walking to check if the bandage was hindering your mobility.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, meeting Jeno’s gaze.

He grinned, ruffling your hair. “I told you we’d be great roommates.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to bite back a smile. “It’s too early to come to that conclusion, Lee. Everyone seems great at the start.”

“You can live in denial, or you can embrace facts.” He shrugged. “We’re extremely compatible.”

There it was again—the small pause your heart made before it started racing at the speed of light. Much to your displeasure, it seemed to do that action a lot these days around Jeno.

“In your dreams, lover boy,” you snickered.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he drawled, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. “I can assure you that it does. A lot.”

Your cheeks flared. “Just—just wind up the fucking first aid kit so that we can leave.”

Jeno laughed as you turned on your heels and stormed back into your room, slamming the door shut behind you. You leaned against it, trying to calm yourself down.

Spending time with Jeno always tested your control and pushed your limits. It always made you question your sanity. He was literally the most infuriating person you had ever had the misfortune of meeting. Living with him wasn’t going to be easy, you’d known.

You just hadn’t realised it was going to be so hard.

Contrary to what you had thought nearly two weeks ago, living with Jeno was turning out to be rather fun.

He’d kept his word—the two of you were having a great time together. Save for the constant flirting and childish bickering, Jeno was turning out to be the perfect roommate.

Not only was he organised (something you hadn’t expected him to be) but was also a great cook and amazing at giving advice (not that you’d asked him to give it to you; he was just nosy).

No wonder Jaemin had never complained about living with the boy. Jeno cooked five out of seven days, and on weekends, the two of you ordered takeout.

You had offered to cook sometime during your second week of living with him, feeling guilty that he was doing all the work.

Jeno had looked at you with disbelief, a whirring hand blender in one hand that was splattering cream on his face, and a bowl in the other. “Let you in my kitchen and touch my high-end equipment? Over my fucking dead body.”

Never in your life had you imagined you would get to witness Lee Jeno become possessive and lose his calm over a kitchen. And it wasn’t like you were a terrible chef!

Jeno had promptly reminded you that you had baked an omelette when you were a teenager.

You had taken the liberty of seeing yourself out after that.

For some reason, Jeno insisted on going grocery shopping together. You told him it was a stupid idea—your schedules were different, and it would require a lot of planning to decide on a time when you were both free.

“You don’t need to worry about that.” He waved you away. “I’ll make time. When are you free?”

Since both your classes for the day were over, the two of you were relaxing in the living room.

“On Sunday? But I’d rather unwind than do chores on the one day I get off. I guess I’m free on—oh, come on! That’s not what I meant! Get your head out of the gutter and stop smirking!”

Jeno wiggled his eyebrows. “You don’t need to lie to me. I don’t judge; we all have our needs.”

You scrunched your nose in disgust. “You’re impossible. Go fuck yourself.”

“I thought that’s what you did—”

You didn’t even wait for him to finish the sentence. You just picked up a couch cushion and hurled it at his head with all your might.

He dodged easily, laughing.

Throwing a glare his way, you got up from your seat to go back to your bedroom. “What are you? A middle schooler stuck in a college student’s body?”

Jeno laughed again, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you from leaving. “You’re too uptight, Y/N. This is why no one invites you to parties. You’re a huge party pooper.”

“You invite me to all of yours,” you retorted.

“You’re my best friend’s sister. I have to.”

You didn’t know why, but hearing Jeno say that hurt. A lot more than you would have liked to admit.

“Yeah, well, you don’t need to tolerate me just because I’m related to Jaemin,” you said bitterly. “You can always just leave me alone.”

“Hey.” Jeno’s grip tightened around your hand and his voice softened, all amusement gone from his face. “That’s not what I meant. I was just joking.”

You didn’t allow yourself to believe him. Looking away, you swallowed. “Right.”

“You think I would constantly bother you and seek you out if interacting with you was just an obligation?” he asked, eyes still on you. “You think I would let you move in with me if I didn’t like you?”

The doorbell rang, and you sent a silent thank you to the Gods for sparing you from coming up with an answer and letting your mind drift to places you had no interest in visiting.

Wrenching your hand out of Jeno’s, you walked to the door. Through the peephole, you could see a petite, middle-aged woman standing outside.

The landlady. You had completely forgotten that she was going to drop by to meet you.

You forced a grin on your face and unlocked the bolt. “Mrs. Kim! Come inside, please. I’m Y/N, the new tenant.”

She smiled at you warmly and acknowledged Jeno with a small nod. “You’re Jaemin’s sister?”

“I am,” you confirmed as Mrs. Kim took a seat on the couch. “We swapped apartments because he wanted to move in with his girlfriend. She was my roommate,” you added for clarity.

“Ah, yes, I was told. So, what’s the deal with you two?”

You blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Are you and Jeno dating?”

Before you could answer, Jeno stepped beside you and intertwined your hands. “We are.”

Your neck snapped to the side, shock evident on your face. “What?!”

“Three months,” he continued, completely ignoring you. “It’s getting pretty serious.”

You opened your mouth to deny his lies, but Jeno squeezed your hand in warning. You hissed in pain, glaring at him.

Mrs. Kim beamed. “That’s a relief!” And then explained upon seeing your confusion, “Tenants of the opposite sex aren’t allowed to stay together unless they’re involved. There was an issue a few years back that forced the building committee to make the decision. It’s good to know I won’t have to terminate your contract. Jeno’s one of the best tenants I’ve had in the ten years that I’ve been renting out this apartment.”

“You’re too kind, Mrs. Kim,” said boy replied politely. You were too busy suffering from a heart attack to give a reaction. Everything was happening too fast for you to keep up.

“I’ll take my leave then.” The landlady rose. “Rent is due on the tenth of every month. Have a nice stay,” she said, looking at you.

You nodded numbly, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to have a nice stay after what had just been revealed.

Once Mrs. Kim was out the door, you whirled around to face Jeno. He cringed and went into a defensive stance immediately.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you tugged him downwards and shoved your face into his. “When were you going to tell me?”

“Um. Never...?”

“Lee Jeno!”

“I’m sorry, okay? I know I should have told you before, but I didn’t know she was going to visit today! I would have informed you if you had told me!”

You narrowed your eyes, your voice going deathly soft as you said, “Are you saying this is my fault?”

“No!” Jeno replied quickly. “It’s just—” he sighed— “I’m sorry. Can we not make a big deal out of this?”

You shoved him away and laughed hysterically. “Not make a big deal? I was single and ready to mingle a minute ago, and now I’m dating you! Of course, I’m going to make a big deal!”

“Come on, Y/N.” Jeno snorted. “We both know you aren’t a mingler. And women get on their knees to date me.”

Your harsh glare had him recoiling. “This isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be,” he tried again. “Mrs. Kim doesn’t even stay in the building! She only comes here on the tenth of every month to collect the rent because she prefers cash. We don’t need to pretend to be a couple or do any of the lovey-dovey stuff in front of her.”

You paused. Jeno was right; it didn’t sound that bad. You were just lying to your gullible landlady, not being forced to display physical intimacy with him to convince her. She had believed that the two of you were dating without a doubt.

“If this comes back to bite us in the ass, I’m blaming you,” you warned him. Then added, “And I’m throwing you under the bus.”

Jeno released a sigh of relief and promised, “It won’t.”

You decided you were never going to trust Lee Jeno again.

“Psst,” you hissed and tugged on Jeno’s sleeve, eyes trained on the figure that was on the far end of the same aisle you were in. “Mrs. Kim is here.”

He removed his gaze from the grocery list in his hand and looked at you. “What?”

“She’s here!” you whisper-shouted and discreetly pointed at her. “Look.”

“Y/N!” Jeno exclaimed and wrapped his hand around your finger, shooting it down. “Stop pointing!”

You ignored him. “We need to leave.”

He rolled his eyes. “You need to stop overreacting. So what if she’s here? So what if she sees us? Couples go grocery shopping all the time.”

“I know they do, you stupid fuck,” you deadpanned. “That’s not the reason I’m worried. What if she makes us kiss or something?”

Jeno flicked your forehead and replied, “You are the stupid fuck. Do you really think she’s going to make us profess our love for each other in a random supermarket aisle?”

Okay, so maybe you were the stupid fuck. “Fine,” you finally said.

“Ah! Jeno and Y/N. What a surprise!” a voice chirped.

You turned around to see Mrs. Kim smiling at the two of you. “Hello,” you greeted and bowed. “Nice to see you.”

“You too. Well, I’ll be on my way now and leave you to it. I just wanted to stop by to say hello.”

You watched her wave you goodbye and walk away. “I think I was overreacting,” you mused.

Jeno snorted. “No shit.”

You smacked his shoulder and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt again, your free hand pushing the shopping cart in front of you. “Shut up and let’s go. I need tampons.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Jeno asked, “Is it that time of the month? Is that why you were being so bitchy to me yesterday?”

You shot a glare his way. “Men need to stop asking women if they’re on their period just because they’re being emotional. The former is essentially invalidating the latter’s feelings by asking that question.”

“You started crying and told me to jump off the balcony because I ate your pastry,” Jeno said with a straight face.

Your cheeks warmed. “You had no right to eat it since I was the one who bought it!” you exclaimed. “And I only cried because I hadn’t eaten in twelve hours and looking forward to eating the pastry was the only thing keeping me going.”

Jeno let slip an amused smile as the two of you finally reached the toiletries aisle and came to a stop. “Valid. But I did cook lasagne for you as an apology later on.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, surveying the shelves to find your preferred brand.

Your heart had warmed at the sweet gesture Jeno had made the previous night. One would have uttered a half-assed sorry for having eaten their roommate’s food and moved on.

But not Jeno. He had prepared a hot meal for you and had gone as far as sitting with you on the dining table in case you needed second servings, providing company, and telling you about how his day went.

And it wasn’t just about yesterday. Jeno was the most caring and considerate person you had ever met. He always draped a blanket on top of you when you fell asleep on the couch. Not once did he refuse to let you sleep in the same bed as him when you were suffering from one of your nightmares.

You got food poisoning about a month ago, and Jeno stayed up all night holding your hair back as you hurled the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. He even gave you the homemade medicine his mother used to give him to reduce his stomach ache when he was a kid so you could sleep through the night.

You were finding it harder and harder to keep disliking him, and you were too much of a coward to explore the possibility that maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong about him the entire time.

“And I’m not on my period. I need to have extras because my menstrual cycle can get irregular sometimes,” you explained. “It’s not like I live with a girl anymore. I can’t just knock on my roommate’s door if I start bleeding in the middle of the night and ask for tampons because I’m out of stock.”

“I understand. It’s always wise to be prepared.” Jeno nodded, adding, “Though you can always knock on my door if you’re having a midnight crisis and need help.”

You dropped the packet of tampons in your shopping cart and raised an eyebrow. “Be careful of what you promise, Lee. Craving ice cream at midnight and not having any in the fridge when I’m on my period also counts as a crisis.”

“Then I’ll get it for you,” he replied nonchalantly and shrugged. “I would do anything for you.”

The way Jeno said it—without any hesitation and with full honesty—brought your heart to a standstill. There were no signs of his flirty demeanour, and you could tell he meant every word.

You swallowed. “Thanks—”

Jeno swore, his eyes widening.

You frowned and followed his line of vision to see a pretty girl turning the corner to the toiletries aisle. She was still far away and hadn’t noticed you by the looks of it. “What?”

“One of my exes,” he hurriedly explained, gaze darting around in urgency. “I don’t want to run into her. We need to leave!”

“We’re in the middle of the aisle and she’s approaching us. She’s going to notice you,” you pointed out.

“You think?!” Jeno hissed under his breath. He opened his mouth to say something more but paused when his eyes locked on something behind you. “Janitor’s closet,” he breathed. “Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a reply, he gripped your elbow and tugged you along with him. Throwing the door open to the cramped space, Jeno pushed you inside and pressed himself against you. The entrance closed shut and you were plunged into darkness.

“Why did you take me along with you?” you demanded immediately, your body flush against his and face dangerously close to the crook of his neck.

Jeno was practically caging you with his figure, both his hands braced on the wall on either side of your head. Your own hands were on his chest, preventing him from putting all his weight on you.

He shivered, and it dawned on you that your hot breath was probably fanning his neck. Embarrassed, you tried moving your face away.

However, things were only made worse when your nose accidentally grazed his skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across it.

You froze.

“Stop moving,” Jeno ground out breathlessly. “Stop moving. Please.”

You gulped, doing as you were told. You didn’t dare breathe normally, inhaling minimal amounts of air and taking care to not exhale on Jeno’s skin again.

“I dated her five months back,” he said after a moment. “I thought it would be nice to try to date someone and see what being in a relationship felt like after having had nothing but flings my entire life. We went out for a week till I couldn’t take it anymore. She had issues and got very possessive and insecure. She accused me of cheating on her with Yeji just because I greeted her with a friendly hug when we ran into her on the street.

“I told her there was nothing between us and that Yeji and Jaemin were dating, but she wasn’t ready to believe me. She kept insisting that there was something going on. I dumped her when she said I had no morals and that I would mess around with my best friend’s girlfriend just for kicks.”

You didn’t know what to say. Jeno had never talked to you about any of his lovers, and to now have him open up to you and tell you about his failed attempt at seeking a relationship…

You simply replied, “Lee Jeno has bad taste in women. Who would’ve known?”

A laugh rumbled out of him. “That’s not true. I flirt with you all the time, and I never flirt with women who aren’t my taste. That was just one bad call.”

You snorted, finally shifting and craning your neck to look up at him. “Let’s just settle on you having a bad taste in women except for me.”

Jeno grinned, resting his forehead against yours. “I like that.”

Time seemed to come to a stop as you looked into his eyes. You were suddenly made acutely aware of the proximity between the two of you.

What surprised you was that you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind being nose-to-nose with him and having your body pressed against his. You didn’t mind having him look at you like he wanted to kiss you.

Jeno’s gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and then back up. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes as he started closing the distance between your mouths.

However, before anything could happen, the door to the janitor’s closet was wrenched open.

“Customers are not allowed in the janitor’s closet,” a woman’s voice said. “Please come out.”

Your eyes shot open, and you pushed Jeno out of the small room immediately. “We’re sorry,” you apologised and bowed.

The woman waved you away. “It’s fine. I just needed a rag.”

You discreetly glanced at Jeno as she shuffled through the closet.

And found out he was already looking at you.

You averted your eyes to the shopping cart immediately, warmth rising to your cheeks from the embarrassment of being caught. A moment later, you gasped.

“Hey! Your ex stole my strawberry flavoured Oreos!”

Two weeks had passed since your and Jeno’s almost-kiss in the grocery store.

Neither of you brought it up and went on with your lives. Even the car ride back home that day wasn’t awkward. Jeno had just conversed with you like he always did.

You were taken aback by his casual demeanour and easy return to normalcy but had brushed it away and played along.

If he didn’t want to talk about the electricity between the two of you, fine.

You were fine with pretending he was never going to kiss you. You were fine forgetting the fact that you would have kissed him back. You were fine going back to your usual dynamic.

You were fine ignoring the emotions stirring inside you. You were fine talking to him like you didn’t want to smash your lips against his every time they moved.

You were fine.

“Jeno,” you mumbled sleepily from where you were lounging on the couch. “I’m thirsty. Get me water.”

Said boy narrowed his eyes at you. “Get it yourself.”

It being a Sunday, the two of you were having a Marvel movie marathon. It had become like some sort of roomie tradition in the two months you were living with him. You always spent Sundays together.

He was sprawled on the other side of the couch, wearing grey sweats and a black hoodie. You were lying next to each other, your legs on one side of his head and his legs on one side of yours.

“Oh, come on,” you groaned. “Why can’t you get it? I do things for you all the time.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jeno asked, “Oh, yeah? Like what.”

“Um,” you began, “I washed the utensils last night.”

“You didn’t do that for me. You did that because the arrow on the chore chart landed on your name.”

“I ordered the pizza some time back.”

“You didn’t do that for me either. You ordered it because you were hungry.”

You scowled. “Fine, I can’t think of anything right now. Just get me some goddamn water, please. It’s rude to refuse someone when they request water, you know.”

His face remained unimpressed, so you added, “I’ll do anything you want if you get me some.”

A sly smirk took form on Jeno’s lips. “Anything? Wow, you must be feeling very lazy then.”

Rolling your eyes, you poked his shoulder with your foot. “Go.”

“No,” he retorted, lightly nudging your cheek with his own foot.

“Hey!” you protested, pushing his leg away. “That’s disgusting!”

“You started it.”

“I jabbed your shoulder, not put my fucking foot in your stupid face!”

“Okay,” he popped, bringing his foot near your face and hovering it above your nose.

Annoyed, you wrapped your fingers around his ankle and shoved his leg away again. You didn’t give him the chance to annoy you with his foot again and instead pressed your own against his face, covering the entirety of his nose and forehead.

“How does that feel?” you snickered.

Jeno slapped your leg away and glared daggers at you. You laughed.

Suddenly, his lips morphed into a smirk, and before you could figure out what was happening, Jeno kicked you off the couch.

He didn’t hit you hard enough to hurt—it was just a little push—but you had been completely unprepared.

You toppled over the side and crashed to the floor, a groan leaving your mouth as pain shot up your body.

Your temper flared when Jeno taunted, “How does that feel?”

“You motherfucker!” you growled, ignoring the dull throbbing in your abdomen and pushing yourself to your feet. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”

His eyes widened, and he jumped off the couch at the exact moment you hurled yourself at him. Your face smashed against the cushions.

Jeno let out a barely restrained wheeze at the sight—one that transformed into a yelp not even a moment later as you charged at him.

Dodging you again, he made a beeline for the bedrooms. You ran after him, almost tripping on a bathmat that was placed outside the toilet.

You wedged your knee between Jeno's room’s door and its frame right as he made to slam it shut.

You pushed at it with all your might but were met with just as much force from the other side.

“How are you as strong as me?!” Jeno exclaimed when the door began opening instead of closing.

You clicked your tongue at his words. “As strong as you? I grew up with a brother, lover boy. I’m stronger.”

You gave the door one last push, squeezing through when there was enough space for your body.

Jeno jumped away, taking a step backward as you took one forward. Laughing nervously, he asked, “Irrelevant, but you sounded very sexy saying you were stronger than me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ah, yes, hearing the truth is rather sexy.”

The back of Jeno’s knees finally hit the edge of his bed and you smiled evilly. Cracking your knuckles, you said, “Nowhere to go.”

“Okay, I get that you’re trying to scare me, but all you’re doing is turning me on.”

You paused. “What? But Jaemin was always intimidated by this.”

Jeno snorted. “Well, he’s your brother so it can’t really affect him in the way it’s affecting me. It would be very, very disturbing if it did.”

Your cheeks heated, and you squeaked, “Oh.”

Chuckling, Jeno took a step towards you and tucked a stray strand of your messy hair behind your ear. “You’re cute.”

You looked into his eyes, taking in the way they twinkled with the remnants of his laughter. You found yourself drowning in them—found yourself wanting to drown in them.

With a jolt, you realised you never got over him. Jeno had been and still was your first love.

Noting the change in your expression, the wide smile on his face transformed into something softer. The hand he had brought up to get your hair out of your face went to your cheek to cup it.

Brushing his thumb against your cheekbone, Jeno started lowering his face to yours. But before his lips could meet yours, the shrill ring of the doorbell reverberated through the house.

The pizza.

Jeno halted and then began pulling away to go answer the door. You didn’t allow him to leave you though.

No, you were done waiting for him to kiss you only to be interrupted by people.

You grabbed the collar of his hoodie and tugged him towards you, smashing your mouth against his without a moment’s hesitance. Jeno’s hands remained suspended in the air, his lips unmoving against yours.

It didn’t take more than a second for him to get over the initial shock of your sudden bold move.

Jeno’s hand cupped your cheek again, the other one going to the small of your back to press you closer against him. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your mouth harder against his.

A thousand emotions exploded inside you, the intensity of how much you had been craving him hitting you like a giant wave.

Tilting his neck to the side, Jeno deepened the kiss. His tongue swiped over your lower lip in silent request. You obliged and opened your mouth for him, allowing him to take complete control.

Jeno kissed you with the kind of passion and desperation you’d only read about in romance novels. The way he was holding you and the way his lips were moving with yours in perfect sync had you going weak in your knees.

You stumbled back when Jeno’s kiss turned hungrier. Your back hit the wall at the same time the doorbell rang again.

Both of you ignored it, but Jeno paused long enough to whisper into your mouth, “Jump.”

Your heart lurched out of your chest and a shiver ran down your spine at how deep and hoarse his voice had become. You did as you were told and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jeno placed his palms on the underside of your thighs and hoisted you upwards. You were towering over him now, which meant you could easily control the kiss if you wanted.

And you did.

You ran your hands through his hair and tugged at the silky strands, eliciting a groan from him. Not wasting any time, you took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth.

It was time Lee Jeno knew you were a great kisser.

However, before you could do anything and before things could escalate, a voice thundered, “I can hear the TV inside, so I know you’re home! Open this door right now or I will splatter the pizza on your goddamn threshold!”

You winced and pulled away, glancing at the door. “I guess we should get that.”

A vein twitched in Jeno’s forehead at the interruption, but he sighed and put you down again. “This isn’t over.”

You shivered at his tone and wrapped your arms around yourself. As much as you didn’t want it to be over, there were things you and Jeno needed to discuss.

History you needed to talk about, and misunderstandings you needed to clear.

“I think—I think we need to talk. Before anything else happens,” you said quietly.

Jeno’s gaze softened, the desire swirling in his orbs beginning to dissipate. “Yeah. We do—”

“Okay, that is it! I fucking quit this stupid ass job. I am so tired of people treating me like absolute shit. Fuck you!”

The sound of the door being kicked and something squishing followed the delivery boy’s outburst.

You glanced at Jeno. “I don’t think he was bluffing about splattering our pizza.”

“No, he wasn’t,” he agreed. “I’m not cleaning that.”

“Hey! I let you kiss me!”

Jeno scoffed and raised an eyebrow in amusement. “You didn’t let me kiss you. You made me kiss you.”

You passed him a dirty look. “Like you didn’t kiss me back and enjoy it.”

Grinning, Jeno said, “That was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. You’ve truly outdone yourself, Y/N.”

“You’ve always underestimated me, Lee. You should probably clean the mess outside our door as an apology.”

“How kind of you to allow me to make it up to you.” He rolled his eyes.

You laughed and looped your arm through his. “Let’s go. I’ll help you out.”

You weren’t big on talking about the past or your feelings.

You didn’t like thinking about the former a lot. Yes, you were sort of petty and held grudges but that was different.

Whereas for the latter... you’d tried talking about them to your parents when you were in high school, but it had ended up in a huge argument instead of a healthy discussion.

You were already an extremely reserved and closed-off person, and to have your feelings invalidated by the very people who gave birth to you had been like a dagger to your heart. You’d almost run away from home that night.

You never tried opening up to anyone again. Not to your brother and not even to Yeji.

But somehow, Jeno had wormed his way into your heart in the matter of a few months. Somehow, he had broken past your barriers and changed your entire opinion of him.

“Why did you push me away?”

Okay, so maybe telling Jeno you needed to talk was not a good idea. Something about finally confessing to him made you want to hide under your blanket. Perhaps you were embarrassed and slightly scared—how do you tell someone you’ve behaved with so rudely that you loved them?

You laughed nervously. “How about I ask you stuff first? Ladies first, am I right?”

To be honest, you had nothing you wanted to ask him. All you wanted to do was give him the explanation he deserved but talking about the past was turning out to be harder than you thought.

Jeno leaned back in his seat and crossed his hands over his chest. The two of you were back on the couch, done with cleaning the pizza spilled on your threshold.

A blanket was draped over your lap and the TV was finally switched off. You’d never seen Jeno so serious, and while you weren’t intimidated, it felt weird not seeing a goofy smile on his face.

“This is not going to work unless you’re willing to talk, Y/N,” he said. “You can ask your questions later. Answer mine first.”

You took a shuddering breath and nodded, tearing your gaze from him. You couldn’t confess when he was looking at you like that—like you and what you wanted to say were the only things that mattered.

“Uh,” you began, licking your lips. “I—I liked you.”

Not the truth, but not a lie either. Technically, you had liked him. Technically, you had pushed him away because he didn’t like you back. You’d only realised you loved him a year later.

“Let me get this straight.” Jeno furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward. “You pushed me away because you liked me?”

You blushed. God, explaining this was so much more embarrassing than you had thought.

“Back when I was in eighth grade, I really liked you. And I thought you liked me back. I was going to confess, but then I saw you flirting and laughing with this girl outside my house one day, and realised I was no different than her. I had fallen for your words just like she had. You had just been flirting with me as you had been with her. You didn’t actually have any feelings for me. The realisation sort of knocked me off my feet. I couldn’t believe I had been so naive. I couldn’t believe I was stupid enough to not be able to differentiate between flirting and modesty. I couldn’t believe I allowed myself to be vulnerable. I couldn’t believe I let myself think you felt something for me.

“I wasn’t as angry at you as I was at myself. I just—I just took it all out on you. I realised a little too late that I was being unfair. That it wasn’t your fault you didn’t feel anything for me. We cannot control things like that; the heart wants what it wants.

“I didn’t particularly like pushing you away, but it was just easier to hate you than explain everything. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t tell if Jeno was still breathing by the time you were done. There was a faraway look in his eyes, and he was clutching a pillow in his lap, his knuckles near white.

“Say something,” you pleaded. The silence was deafening, and he wasn’t reacting. It was almost like Jeno’s entire body had turned to stone.

He finally looked at you. “You liked me,” he whispered. “You liked me in eighth grade.”

He deserved the complete truth, you decided. It didn’t matter if you were scared or nervous. Lee Jeno deserved to know everything. This was going on for way too long and it was time everything was out in the open.

You bit your lip and nodded once. “And then a year later, I realised I had been in love with you.”

Jeno looked like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. “When did you get over me?” he asked with much difficulty, his voice hoarse.

“I didn’t,” you said quietly. You didn’t have the courage to look for his reaction, so you stared at your lap instead. “I thought I did, but after rooming with you and getting to know you in a more personal way, I realised I didn’t.”

You finally looked at him. “I’m still in love with you, Lee Jeno.”

Jeno’s hands were shaking, and his face had turned pale. “You’re in love with me.”

“I am.”

He laughed in disbelief, running his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe this. You love me. You’ve been in love with me ever since I have been in love with you and—”

“What?” you breathed, your heart stopping inside your chest. “What did you just say?”

Jeno froze, as if he hadn’t really known what he was saying and had only realised what he had let slip when you interrupted him.

He swallowed, clamping his hands together to stop them from shaking any further. “I’ve been in love with you since tenth grade.”

“That’s not possible,” you said, shaking your head and getting up from your seat. You took a step away from him, needing more space. “That can’t be. You—you were flirting with that girl and—”

Jeno shook his head, standing up as well. “No, not then. After you began giving me the cold shoulder. After you started pushing me away and began acting like you despised my very existence. It killed me. It killed me to be hated by you. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. I lost sleep trying to figure out what had changed. No one had ever affected me so much. I thought—I thought it was because you were Jaemin’s sister. I thought it was because I didn’t want someone I had grown up with to hate me. But when you went to the school dance with that piece of shit boy from ninth grade… I knew. I knew I loved you. I didn’t know when and how those feelings had developed, but I knew I loved you and you didn’t love me back.”

There were tears forming in Jeno’s eyes and he was shaking all over. You didn’t think it was possible for him to break your heart again, but the sight of him being so vulnerable—it cleaved your heart in two.

“I got so jealous that day because he was the one touching you and holding you and dancing with you, not me. And when he kissed some other girl behind the bleachers while you waited for him… I lost it. I dragged him to an empty classroom and beat the shit out of him for taking you for granted.”

You were gaping. You had no idea about any of this. You remembered being stood up by the boy who took you to the dance. He had gone to get you soda but had never come back. Instead, Donghyuck, one of Jeno’s friends had come to inform you that he would be taking you back home.

“And now that you’ve told me about—about everything, I realise I took you for granted too. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

You didn’t know what to say. What to think.

“But,” you said after a long while. “But you kept flirting with other women. Kept hooking up with them. If you loved me the entire time… why?”

Jeno laughed bitterly. “You hated me, Y/N. I had feelings for you, yes, but at the end of the day, none of them mattered. I thought things were never going to go back to the way they were before. All those women, those meaningless hook-ups—they were distractions. A way for me to get over you. But I never did. I couldn’t even stomach getting into a real relationship with someone else while I was still in love with you. Not only would that be unfair to them, but it would be to me too. I completely gave up trying to move on after my first and only failed relationship. Annoying you was the only way I could get you to talk to me. And I was content having that little bit of interaction. I couldn’t have survived the silent treatment again.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. You had to hold onto the wall beside you to keep from sliding down to the ground. The weight of his revelations was crushing you.

Lee Jeno had broken your heart once, but you had broken his over and over and over again. All because of a few misunderstandings and some miscommunication.

“I—I don’t know what to say,” you whispered. “I had no idea.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” he said softly, taking a step towards you. “We made mistakes, and I think we can learn from them. I think we can try to be better in the future. If there is one.”

Even after everything that had come out in the open, even after everything you had confessed, there was uncertainty in Jeno’s eyes.

As if he still didn’t believe you could be his.

You crossed the distance between the two of you in two long steps and cupped his cheeks in both hands.

“There is,” you whispered and stood on your tiptoes, placing your lips on his.

The action seemed to snap some kind of hold Jeno had on himself. A small whimper left his mouth, and he wrapped his hands around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

You put an arm around Jeno’s neck and pressed your mouth harder against his.

However, he detached your lips before things could go further and rested his forehead on yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “So, so much.”

You smiled, placing a soft butterfly kiss right under his eye. “I love you too.”

“Let me get this straight,” Yeji gaped. “You and Jeno are dating?”

You rolled your eyes. “For the hundredth time, yes.”

Your entire group was gathered in the cafe you usually hung out at. You and Jeno had decided to invite Yeji and Jaemin for brunch and break the news of your relationship to them.

It had been a week since the two of you had confessed to each other. You’d spent the remainder of Sunday in each other’s arms and had slept in the same bed every night of the week. As if that much intimacy was not enough, you spent every free moment together.

You realised you and Jeno had turned into those overly lovey-dovey couples who behaved like they couldn’t live without each other. You used to laugh at them, but now, you didn’t give a flying fuck about being categorised with them.

You and Jeno had lost so much time already.

Both of you had thought it would be wise to hold off telling Yeji and Jaemin about your relationship for some time. It was mostly because you didn’t want to tell them what had brought you together. That part of the story was only yours and Jeno’s to know.

“I still don’t understand how,” Jaemin said. “I mean, yeah, Yeji and I used to tease you guys and say how good you would be together, but we never really thought you would actually start dating.”

You grinned and looked at Jeno, slipping your hand into his under the table. “Neither did we.”

“Jaemin,” Yeji gasped. “Do you see that? She’s looking at him like she loves him!”

You inwardly cringed.

“Yeah, uh,” Jeno sheepishly laughed. “She kind of does. And so do I. Love her, I mean. She loves me and I love her.”

The cupcake Jaemin had picked up to eat slipped out of his hand and tumbled to the ground. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Yeji laughed nervously. “Hold the fuck up. I thought you guys got together so that you could get rid of all the sexual tension between you and because you found each other attractive.”

Before either of you could answer, Jaemin screeched, “Sexual tension?! What sexual tension? Lee Jeno, you better not have fucked my sister—”

“Jaemin!” you snapped, colour rising to your cheeks. “Shut up!”

Laughing, Jeno reassured his best friend, “I haven’t. And don’t worry; I’ll ask you before I make a move.”

You whipped your head to look at Jeno incredulously. “You don’t need to ask Jaemin anything! You want to fuck me, you ask no one but me.”

Your boyfriend smirked at you, placing a soft kiss on your jaw. “Eager, are we?”

“Don’t pull that shit in front of me, Jeno,” your brother warned. “Stop touching my sister.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Wow.” Yeji sighed dreamily and clapped her hands together before you could snap at Jaemin. “I’m so glad my ship is finally sailing. I guess it was a good thing Y/N never found an apartment, after all.”

“Yeah,” Jaemin agreed. “I don’t like the thought of Y/N dating and getting touchy with anyone, but the fact that it’s my best friend makes things easier.”

“I’m not a kid, Jaemin,” you said exasperatedly.

“Sure, you are,” he snorted. “You still haven’t had your first kiss.”

You gave your brother a pitiful look. “I hate to break it to you, but I had my first kiss at fourteen. And I’ve kissed a lot of people even after—”

“I can’t listen to this,” Jaemin announced and got up from his seat. “I will not listen to this. I will stay delusional and keep thinking of you as an eight-year-old who needs to be protected by her strong older brother.”

“I handed your ass to you three months back,” you pointed out.

“I will stay delusional,” Jaemin repeated loudly. “Yeji, let’s go. Y/N is not as innocent as I thought she was. I can’t even look at her right now.” Then, he pointed at you, his eyes still on his own girlfriend. “I will see you again in three to four business days. I hope you think about what you’ve done.”

You rolled your eyes again.

“And you.” Jaemin moved his finger to point at Jeno. “If you hurt my sister, I will hunt you down and kill you.”

Jeno pressed his lips together to stop them from tugging up in a smile. “Understood, sir.”

And just like that, your brother marched out of the cafe. Yeji looked at you with an apologetic expression.

“I can fix him.”

You and Jeno burst into laughter.

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i wanna be your girlfriend

PART TWO

pairing: rue bennett x reader, maddy perez/cassie howard/kat hernandez x reader (platonic), various x reader

description: after confessing her feelings to her best friend via text, rue wakes up in a hospital room. y/n finally returns from maui after losing contact with rue for the rest of the summer and demands answers.

warnings: canonical type shit– drugs (mention of OD), sex (kinda smut, not super explicit), nudity, swearing, etc, jules slander (sorry not sorry)

Words: 3.5K

date posted: 17/01/22

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Sometimes people do bad things. Sometimes people do drugs, they lie to their parents about doing drugs, and sometimes, they ghost their best friend of seven years after admitting that they’re in love with them and latching onto the new girl for support. When I say ‘people,’ I mean me, and by ‘sometimes,’ I mean that it's what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks.

I know it’s a really shitty thing for me to do, and I honestly did want to reach out to Y/n, but this way just seemed easier. I’m amazed that I actually managed to avoid her for the past five days since I was discharged from rehab, and had not only attended the end of summer party at Christopher McKay’s house, but I had gotten a ride with some of her friends.

Y/n had befriended Kat on the first few days that she had moved here. They sat beside each other during homeroom, and Y/n complimented Kat’s wide variety of gel pens. They spent every recess and lunch period together until Kat went on vacation to Jamaica. Her absence was what had given Billy Weisner the initial courage to ask Y/n out that fateful day, and from that day forward, she had begun spending all of those recesses and lunches with me instead.

Her friendship with Maddy and Cassie came much later. While she stopped hanging out with Kat as much after we started hanging out, they still remained on good terms and would consider each other to be casual friends. When Y/n came out for the second time in eighth grade, it caused her social status to sky rocket, and in the moments that she wasn’t spending with me, she was becoming acquainted with her new-found popularity under the watchful eye of Maddy, though at some point, it seemed to have shifted into some sort of genuine friendship.

I was glad to find that Y/n was not in the car when they pulled up behind me, but it was way too much for me to ask that they wouldn’t mention her to me.

“Hey, you heard from Y/n today?”

Rue frowned at the mention of the girl she’d been avoiding, both annoyed with Kat for bringing her up and confused at the fact that even her other friends hadn’t heard from her. Rue’s own phone had been eerily quiet that day, only receiving three text messages from Y/n that morning, which was considerably less than usual.

“Uh, no.”

“Really?” Maddy turned in her seat, the car swerving at her sudden movement, “Aren’t you two like fucking or something?”

Rue shook her head nervously, “No, we’re, uh, we’re not.”

“Shit,” Kat swore, “She hasn’t been answering any of my texts today. You think she’s okay?”

“She’s fine. Probably just getting dicked down or something.” BB added, looking up from her phone as the three other girls all glanced at her with raised brows, “Or like, whatever ‘dicked down’ for lesbians would be.”

“Shut up,” Kat shook her head, “You know she’s not.”

Maddy shrugged, “My mom made me bring her a casserole the other day, she seemed okay then. I mean, not great, but okay. Have you seen her?”

“No,” Rue felt a twist in her gut, “Why?”

“Yo,” BB coughed out a cloud of smoke, “That’s mad fucked up.”

“You really haven’t gone to see her?” Kat asked.

Rue almost got a bit annoyed as she repeated her response to the last three questions.

The two girls in the front seat shared a glance, but didn’t say another word, and Rue knew she had really fucked up.

Y/n had gotten back from Maui the day after I was discharged, but in the weeks between me going to rehab and being released, she had left a grand total of seven hundred and sixty-three text messages on my phone and ninety-three missed calls. My mom gave me my phone the morning after I got home, and I read every single one of them. And I cried.

The messages varied between greetings, series of question marks, written fits of anger and confusion, and occasionally, updates on her mom; If things had been any different, this is something that I genuinely would have asked about, but me being a shitty friend and all, these messages had all be left on read.

I honestly didn’t even know that Y/n was home at that point. I’d stopped reading her messages a few days back, as much as I possibly could, anyway. She was persistent, to say the least. The only thing that makes this whole fucking thing even worse is that her persistence was exactly what had made me want to be friends with her in the first place.

Maddy, Kat, and BB didn’t help to make me feel any better about all of this. McKay’s party had been supposed to be a release for me; A new start, just without making any changes. As far as my mom knew, I was spending the night at Lexi’s and, just as anyone with a single brain cell, she trusted her to not let me do drugs. See, Lexi was the kind of friend that parents trusted, and while she typically made her disapproval known to my habits, I trusted her to never snitch.

Lexi and Y/n were essentially two sides to the same coin. While Y/n knew that I’d at least tried drugs, she really had no idea what was going on in my life. After she had gotten her drivers licence, she would always offer to borrow her aunt’s car so we could drive around endlessly until the early hours of the morning. Sometimes, when I was really high, she could tell, but I always played it off as weed. I knew she wouldn’t be quite as passive as Lexi if she knew that I’d been using narcotics, considering how her mom had ended up, and would certainly snitch. And honestly, I didn’t blame her.

A part of me wanted to be clean for her. Y/n was the single greatest fucking thing to ever exist, and honestly, if it wasn’t for her, I probably would have ODed way before I eventually did. I wanted her, and I wanted her to want me. But, as life would have it, Y/n had a type.

The first girl that Y/n ever admitted to having a crush on was Megan Fox. We were thirteen at the time, before her second coming out, and Y/n had picked up a copy of Jennifer’s Body from the discount bin at Walmart.

“I would literally let Megan Fox do whatever the fuck she wanted to me,” Y/n sighed dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she stared at the screen, unaware of her best friend’s stare on the side of her face.

Between then and the time that Y/n came out, she never mentioned another girl to me other than Megan Fox, and it was fucking Megan Fox.

By the first day of freshman year, Y/n had started ‘talking’ to a girl in her art class, literally the one class that we didn’t have together. She was a tall brunette, and was probably as close to Megan Fox as a girl at our school could get. They dated for two months, and after a brief period of mourning, she met Adah, an exchange student from Spain. Then, Shelly.

As long as I had Y/n, I didn’t want drugs so much, but I didn’t have her, I never really did. I knew it would probably kill her if she found out, and honestly, she would probably leave me and never look back; Literally anyone with a set of eyes and a single clue would want Y/n, and I didn’t have her. But I had drugs. I would always have drugs. Well, so long as I stopped ripping off my dealer.

“What the fuck, Rue?”

Fezco dropped down onto the outdoor sectional next to Rue, rolling his eyes as she sputtered out a response, feigning innocence to her crime.

“Come on now, bruh. You owe me a hundred-twenty bucks.”

“My bad,” She snorted, “I forgot.”

“Shit,” He swore, “You know I ain’t trippin’. Well, to be honest, your whole drug shit got me feeling kinda uneasy.”

“Come on, don’t go soft on me, Fez.”

“No, I’m not,” He sighed, “It’s just that… I like you. And I missed you, bruh. That shit had me scared as fuck.”

“Yeah,” Rue frowned, “You and everyone else.”

“Your girl came by the other day,” Fez muttered, as if he had read her mind, “Playin’ all cool and shit, askin’ about you. She seemed worried.”

Rue didn’t respond, head leaned back against the cushions of the couch in a daze. She exhaled, eyes sagging shut as he continued.

“She’s the one you’re always talkin’ about, heh? Said she hadn’t heard from you in a few days. Asked if I seen you, said you could only find your favourite candy at my place.”

“Yeah?” She hummed, “What’d you tell her?”

“Assumed she didn’t know shit, so I said I never saw you. Don’t wanna get involved in your shit, man, cause the way she’s lookin’ at you right now, that girl is mad as fuck.”

Her neck tightened in pain as her head shot up, brown eyes meeting Y/n’s as she crossed the lawn like a steam roller. Fez fled the scene so quickly that Rue hadn’t even noticed until he was actually gone. If she had been sober, she may have even made an attempt to escape, but her legs felt like Jell-O as she took in Y/n’s appearance.

She was dressed simply, a green slip dress with a baggy, white hoodie thrown overtop and plain white sneakers, and still, Rue was left breathless.

“Hi Rue,” Her voice was soft, but her tone held a sharp bite; A weak attempt to conceal her anger. “Where’ve you been?”

Rue shrugged, “Around.”

Y/n laughed bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest as an indent appeared in between her eyebrows.

“Yeah? ‘Cause I haven’t been able to find you, it kinda seems like you’re avoiding me. What is it, Rue, you’re embarrassed about a text that you sent me? You don’t just say that shit and then blow me off for a month!”

“‘M sorry,” The curly-haired girl responded weakly, hanging her head in hopes of holding in her tears.

“We have to talk about it, Rue,” Y/n sat next to her, close enough that Rue could feel her warmth, smell her perfume, “I don’t care if you meant it, if you didn’t mean if, we have to talk about it. Because honestly,” Rue flinched as Y/n’s voice broke slightly as she spoke, “I can’t lose you, not now. Not after what happened.”

Rue glanced up, eyebrows furrowed. Y/n’s eyes were red-rimmed and glossy, widening as she recognized the confusion on her best friend’s face.

“Seriously?” She seethed, chest heaving as her breathing deepened, “My fucking mom died, Rue. And you’re so concerned with figuring out your sexuality that you’re throwing away seven fucking years of friendship?”

“I couldn’t… No, that’s not- that’s not it.”

“Yeah? And what was so important that you couldn’t pick up the goddamn phone when I called, or answered a text, huh? What’s the reasonable excuse for literally ghosting me when I needed you more than ever?”

By this point, Rue couldn’t even look at her. Her makeup had smudged, mascara smeared down her cheeks as she continued to speak. Before now, Rue knew what kind of damage she had been doing to both herself and her best friend, but she could manage her own pain by getting high, and until Y/n’s was presented to her face, the drugs took that away too.

“I’m sorry,” Rue sobbed once more.

Y/n shook her head once more, wiping her cheeks with the palms of her hands before she pushed herself off of the couch, and left Rue on her own without another word.

I was a fucking cunt. You don’t have to remind me, but I don’t blame you if you do anyway.

But in all honesty, as I watched my best friend leave me in the dust, just as I always feared she would, a small part of me was comforted by the fact that I no longer had to choose between her and drugs, and an even smaller part of me was somewhat happy that I now didn’t have to worry about her finding out about my addiction and getting hurt. Maybe she was better off without me.

It wasn’t like she was going to be left alone and friendless, she had Maddy and Kat and Cassie, and like I said, anyone would be lucky to have her. She would be just fine without me.

Y/n paused before re-entering the house, attention caught by the large crowd of boys that had congregated around the in-ground swimming pool. Ignoring the swears and slurs thrown her way as she pushed her way to the front, she sighed disappointedly as she caught sight of what had caused such a ruckus.

“Maddy!” She shrieked, rushing to the concrete stairs as she watched her friend pull away from the guy she had been grinding against, the water giving no discretion to what they were doing underneath.

“Y/n, oh my God,” Maddy accepted the hand that Y/n had offered to her as she clambered out of the pool, her wet body soaking Y/n’s clothes through as she embraced her, “I’m so happy you’re here. We were all so worried.”

Y/n returned the embrace, leaning into her friend’s shoulder as she began to openly weep. It felt good to actually accept support from the friends who were actively offering it rather than seeking it from one who was ignoring her.

The guy, Tyler, appeared over Y/n’s shoulder, glancing between the two girls, “So, can I, like, get your number or something?”

“Ew,” Maddy scrunched her nose up, “No, get lost.”

Y/n pulled away, stepping in front of Maddy’s petite frame to shield her as she redressed, protecting what little modesty she had left after what she had just done.

“Do you wanna go home or something?” Maddy suggested, “Or we can go back to my place.”

Y/n shook her head, “No, I honestly just wanna get really fucked up.”

Maddy smirked, “Or we can do that.”

I had assumed that Y/n had left the party, but I guess that I am a prime example of turning to substance abuse in order to dull any pain that I was in.

Y/n wasn’t exactly sure what all she had to drink, just accepting each of the cups that Maddy had offered to her. Each one tasted more like window cleaner than the last, but the drunker she became, the less it bothered her.

The girl appeared less distressed than she had previously. While her lips were still puffy and eyes still quite bloodshot, Maddy had conjured up a makeup wipe from her car and carefully reapplied a fresh layer of mascara to her lashes. The Perez girl had actually been the one that Y/n had expected the least comfort from, but as it would seem, there was a big heart beneath that cold, bitchy exterior.

She hadn’t seen Rue since she had met up with Maddy, though she hadn’t exactly been looking for her either. Instead, she found herself seated on the bathroom sink, leaning against the mirror and allowing a large cloud of smoke to leave her lips. Y/n sighed, handing the Juul back to the girl who had given it to her, Piper, a small, drunken smile forming on her lips.

“Do you think,” She paused to contain her giggles before continuing, “Do you think that, like, things really matter?”

“Like, what kind of things?” Piper asked, leaning closer.

Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know, like anything we do? I mean, we’re just like floating on a rock in the middle of space, right? So why does it really matter what I do and don’t do?”

“I guess it depends. If you really care about what other people think, or if you make your own happiness your priority. To me, I think happiness is better, you can’t please everyone else if you don’t please yourself, right?”

Y/n stared at her wondrously, “You’re literally so fucking smart. You should have like a TED Talk or something. I’m literally just gonna start doing whatever the fuck I want just cause you said so.”

Piper raised a single brow at her, slowly stepping forward to stand just in front of Y/n, “And what do you want right now?”

Picking up on her tone, Y/n slowly parted her knees without breaking eye contact with her, arching her back as she stepped in to stand between her thighs.

“I want whatever you want.”

Piper finally kissed her, not waiting to force her tongue into Y/n’s mouth. The kiss was nothing like the others she had, and not exactly in a good way. Piper was sloppy, tongue slamming into her own without any rhythm as her hands immediately pushed her hoodie off of her shoulders. A different version of Y/n, a sober and emotionally stable one would have slowed her down, taken control, but drunken her didn’t care. Instead, she tugged her arms out of her sleeves and helped Piper slide the straps of her dress down enough to release her breasts before pulling Piper’s own shirt off.

Y/n sighed at the warmth of her bare chest against her own, pressing her hips closer to her as she quickly grew more excited and aroused. She lifted her lips to allow the other girl to lift her skirt and tug off her panties, sighing in relief as the girl knelt before her and got to work.

Piper’s face was swallowed by Y/n’s mind, and replaced with Rue’s. Y/n’s gasps and cries increased as she raised one leg onto the counter beside her, imagining the pleasure coming from her former best friend. Her climax crashed over her harder than ever before, leaving her vision spotted and dark around the edges, even as she forced Piper onto the counter where she once sat so that she could return the favour. Her mind showed her Rue once more, bare chest heaving with her gasps and throaty moans. Plump lips parted as she pressed two digits inside her, dropping into a wide ‘O’ as her hips stuttered against Y/n’s face and grinning down at her as she rose to taste her lips once more.

Only, it wasn’t Rue.

Rue had broken up with her, if that’s what you could even call it. ‘I wanna be your girlfriend,’ she had said, and Y/n felt her heart jump into her throat when she read the message. And then, nothing.

“That was like, really good,” Piper sighed, tugging her shirt back over her head, “You came, right? I’ve never actually done that before. With a girl, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Y/n accepted the kiss she planted on her lips, “You were good, I’m surprised that was your first.”

She definitely wasn’t surprised. Y/n was positive that she had only managed to finish because she had been imagining someone else.

“So, do you maybe wanna go out sometime? This wasn’t just a one time thing for me, I’m bi, and I knew you were gay so–”

“Yeah, sure,” Y/n slid Piper’s phone out of her back pocket, offering it to her so that she could open it before she typed in her phone number, “Just like text me or something, whenever you wanna fuck again or something.”

“Oh,” Piper flushed, “Okay.”

Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, tugging her sweater back on. Her eyes burned with tears as she thought over the experience.

Initially, she did really want to fuck Piper; She had been sending signals since the moment they had met in the kitchen, not to mention the fact that her tits were almost entirely visible through her mesh shirt. Y/n had noticed her the moment that she and Maddy had entered the kitchen, and with the aid of her friend, quickly invited her to go to the bathroom after noticing her stare. Still, when the moment finally came that she was eating her out, Y/n imagined someone else, the best friend who abandoned her.

Stumbling, Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket as it buzzed, reading the greeting that Piper had sent. Sending back a simple heart, she exited the conversation and then opened the long, unanswered text chain with Rue. Typing uncontrollably, she sent the message without a thought, and stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

i wanted to be ur girlfriend 2

Fuck.

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spideyyboii · 3 years

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Being Tony Stark’s Daughter

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Being the daughter of Tony Stark wasn’t always easy especially when the media was constantly on his case trying to make a story out of anything. He always tried to be the best father he could possibly be for you.

When Pepper and him began dating his main priority was how you’d cope with the change and the fact you would have to share him with another woman, “Hey sweetheart, so Pepper and I have some news we’ve decided to pursue a relationship and I just wanted to see how you felt about this as it’s been just us for such a long time.” The man asked with a nervous smile, “Dad I’ve known about you two for months. You're not very good at hiding stuff, but I’m very happy for the two of you and you know how I feel about Pepper. She's always been there for me without trying to take mum's place.” You told him with a smile.Happy that your father was finally moving on with his life.

Once the two of you had moved past his revelation about him and Pepper he began to prepare you for his next venture which was the Avengers initiative, “So we’re going to have a bunch of strangers moving in that have powers?” You questioned “Not all of them have powers, some are just well trained individuals,but yes we are going to be living with a bunch of strangers. Is that okay with you?” He asked with a chuckle as he knew you wouldn’t care. “It’s fine just a tiny bit strange that I’m going to have to share my space with a bunch of strangers but if it’s beneficial to you and Pepper is okay with it then I’m happy to do it.” You told him with a smile

Once the Avengers moved into the tower your dad was quick to make it known to everyone that you must be left alone. “So team my child is to be left alone, nobody annoys them, nobody goes into their bedroom unattended. Understand you must leave them alone unless they interact with you.” His overprotectiveness coming into play

When life was simple and Tony didn’t have much on he would always have plans for the two of you, in order to keep your bond strong. “Are you excited to finally get away and have some family time?” Your dad asked as he pulled you in for a hug. “Very excited for us to have some time together feels like recently I’ve been sharing you with everyone.” You said with a pout as you remembered just how little time you’ve spent with your father recently

Once the two of you arrived at the cabin you couldn’t have been more excited about the time you had with your father. He made your favourite drink for the cold weather and added marshmallows, “So sweetheart I feel like we haven’t had time to catch up in a while, anything new going on? How’s school been? Are you still my little genius?” Tony asked with a smile as he knew you hated being called his little genius, “Schools good , my grades are still superb and I got asked out on a date.” You told him hoping he wouldn’t overact.

“A date! Who thinks it’s acceptable to ask MY child on a date have I not made it extremely clear in your 18 years of life that nobody is allowed to ever be with you and that nobody in the world will be good enough for you.” Tony ranted which caused you to let out a giggle. “It’s just some guy, I think you might really like him, he’s got these abilities kinda like a spider.” You said knowing your father would change his tone when he found out your date was with Peter Parker, his prodigy.

“Oh it’s Peter, well that’s slightly different but I will still be having words with the lad and reminding him that I have eyes everywhere.”

The next day the both of you were both ready for a day in town both excited to see what had changed since you had last visited your mothers hometown, “Look sweetheart, it’s your mothers old house before I moved her to New York.” Your father pointed the house out to you and it made your heart swell as it represented your mothers personality with it’s pink walls. “Dad, I miss her.” You told him with tears in your eyes, “I miss her everyday as well sweetheart but she gave me the greatest gift ever and that is you. Remember no matter what you’ll always have me.” He told you

“I love you kiddo, You and I against the world.” Tony continued before pulling you in for a hug. “Forever, us against the world dad.” You replied with a smile, happy that even in the craziness that is Tony Stark’s life he still made time for you and prioritized you over his work.

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 years

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Guest Side Story

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson Rating: T Word Count: 3214

Summary: Sam told Bucky not to flirt with Sarah. But this is her house, so Bucky's pretty sure she makes the rules.

Bucky’s missed white lies. Ones that don’t hurt anybody.

“Is that cigarette smoke I smell on your coat, James Barnes?” “No, Ma. ’Course not.”

“And you’re sure this dame knows it’s my arm she’ll be on?” “Sure, Steve. She’s been after me to fix the two of you up for weeks.”

Stuff like that.

Past few years, Bucky’s either been transparent or a brick wall, all lies or all truth. Which one he loses more sleep over just depended on the day. The most human thing, he’s learning, is to work with a little of both: fact and fiction. Give something here, hold something back there. Lying doesn’t have to be mean-spirited and telling the truth doesn’t have to make him feel hollow and guilty. Maybe you can only realize this kinda thing when you find your way home, even if the home isn’t yours.

Bucky’s standing in the kitchen listening to Cass teach him how to fish. It’s purely theoretical, no gear involved, just the overexaggerated motion of Cass’s arm as he mimes casting. Laughing, Bucky lightly grabs the boy’s elbow before it can collide with the refrigerator on an especially big swing. Cass downsizes his demonstration without pausing the excited flow of his instructions.

AJ catches Bucky’s eye; from the look on his face, he’s beginning to suspect that Bucky might already know how to fish. While Cass is focused hard on his hands pretending to show how to fit live bait onto a hook, Bucky smiles at AJ over the smaller boy’s head and raises a finger to his lips. White lies. Let Cass believe he’s the expert.

When Cass is winding down, Bucky moves around him with a grin, carrying an empty plate to the sink.

“I got it!” AJ declares, whisking it from Bucky’s hand and pumping a squirt of dish soap in the center while his other hand runs the hot water.

Cass slotted the Pop-Tarts the plate lately held into the toaster for him (no better end-of-the-day snack, Bucky was told) and now AJ’s cleaning up. They’re a hospitable family, all day long. No phoniness, no insincere offers of help that they’re hoping Bucky won’t take them up on. He actually had to race the kids to the shed to store a toolbox earlier. On the boat, Bucky has room to put in the effort for the Wilsons, but inside the walls of their home he’s not allowed to do a damn thing because he’s a guest. Per square foot of property, he doesn’t think he’s ever been treated this well in someone else’s house.

“Fine,” Bucky concedes, “but I’m doing all the dishes tomorrow—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And don’t get up early to drink a glass of orange juice and try to wash it before I’m awake, ’cause I’ll be listening.”

The boys giggle and Bucky leans against the counter, hovering while AJ hands the plate off for Cass to wipe dry and pretending not to listen to Sam and Sarah talking in the next room.

…But there isn’t a full wall separating the kitchen from the living room and Sam knows Bucky’s hearing’s good, right? He doesn’t think they’re discussing anything that private and if Sam’s annoyed with him later for what he supposes Bucky might’ve heard, Bucky’ll just offer up another white lie and swear he couldn’t hear a thing. And Sarah… Sarah wouldn’t think any worse of him if she knew. Bucky imagines she’d have a lot of compassion for his frequent urge to give Sam a hard time just for the hell of it. He flicks a quick glance over his shoulder, just to see her, and concentrates on what they’re saying, giving himself vague permission because he overheard his name.

“This was your idea,” Sarah’s saying. “You brought the stray cat home, just like when we were kids.”

“Don’t compare him to something cute,” Sam complains. Bucky’s mouth tenses to keep his smile from spreading too far.

“He is a guest in my home, Sam, and he’s more than earned it after the work he’s been putting in with the boat.”

“And what about the work you’ve been putting in watching him do that work?”

“Sam. Grow up.” Sarah’s voice is playful and Bucky almost turns, wondering what her expression looks like.

“So you’ve just been appreciating his skill with a wrench and some sandpaper,” Sam says skeptically.

“If I’m also appreciating his shoulders in that shirt— if—” she emphasizes when Sam tries to interrupt, “—it’s nobody’s business but mine.”

“Ok, you definitely can’t have him sleeping on the couch.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Try to sneak him to my bedroom after lights out? With you listening, trying to catch us? Uh uh. Your sister is a grown woman with two children, a home, and a boat she couldn’t manage to sell, and she can lust where she damn well pleases.”

Bucky snorts out a laugh and AJ gives him a funny look. Kid’s too perceptive.

“He’s tricky,” Sam lectures. “You can’t see it, but I do. I’ve been around him a hell of a lot more. You think he smiles like that at everybody? If he smiles at me at all, I gotta assume he just looked up and saw a meteor hurtling towards where we’re standing and is only smiling because we’ve got seconds to live and I won’t be able to tell anybody.”

“You are hilarious.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re telling me your friend is charming. That’s what you’re describing. Don’t I deserve to be charmed? Where else is he gonna sleep, huh? With you? In one of the boys’ little beds while they share the other one? Because I know you’re not suggesting we skip the pretense and put him right in with me.”

Sam lets out a noise of obvious frustration.

“Time to intervene,” Bucky tells Cass and AJ, leaving them to swap confused shrugs in the kitchen as he saunters into the living room.

“Hey,” Sam greets stonily, arms crossed over his chest.

Just for fun, Bucky decides to be all the friendlier.

“It’s so great of you to put me up. Thanks, Sarah. This beats a hotel by a mile.”

“Our gourmet kitchen does offer an impressive range of sugary cereal,” she jokes. “I might even cook you boys a special breakfast tomorrow before you head back to the dock.”

Bucky’s grin widens.

“Oh yeah? I wouldn’t wanna—”

“No, it’s no trouble—”

“Well, that would be—”

“Both of you stop it,” Sam orders.

“Sam, go outside,” Sarah orders right back. “Play some tag with your nephews.”

“Sarah, I’m beat. We’ve been working on that boat all day.”

“Mhmm, you and the rest of the neighbourhood. You worked all day and you come home and there’s still two kids to entertain. But guess what?” She smiles deviously at her brother and throws a few fake punches at his stomach. “You’re Sam Wilson, the Falcon! Looks like you’re special after all. Me and Bucky here know you’ve still got some gas in the tank. Go on.”

Sam looks fairly planted to the spot as he glares from his sister to Bucky, but he eventually moves with a lurching step.

“I’m gonna be right outside,” he warns.

Bucky sidesteps out of his path and says nothing, though it’s hard to resist the instinct to egg him on.

“We’re gonna have a super-secret discussion about which towels he can use,” Sarah goads at her brother’s back.

Sam ignores her, corralling his nephews in the kitchen and guiding them out the door into the fading daylight with a hand on each of their narrow backs.

“Great kids,” Bucky observes.

Sarah nods, watching her family disappear, then turns to him.

“We’re not really gonna talk about towels.”

“No?”

Bucky’s eyebrows rise in surprise and delighted anticipation until Sarah grabs a folded blanket off the back of the couch and passes it to him.

“We’re making up the couch.”

“Oh.”

This is ok too. Actually, really nice, standing next to Sarah and unfolding the blanket as she stuffs a pillow into a clean case. Her eyes find his already on her and he swears he almost blushes; he’s been smoothing out the same crease in this blanket for a good thirty seconds with no result, just watching her easy movements, the way she flips her braids back when they fall forward over her shoulder.

“I hope you’re comfortable,” she says, lingering once they’re done.

“I woulda slept on the floor. A closet, even, like Harry Potter.”

“You read Harry Potter? Don’t tell the boys—they’ll be bugging you to play wizards with them.”

Bucky laughs and shakes his head.

“Nah, I just watched the movie.”

“Which one?”

“There’s more than one?”

“You really better not bring it up then,” Sarah advises. “They’d try to tell you everything at once.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to get in out of my depth.”

It feels like a significant look they exchange after his words. Bucky wants it to be—he thinks he does—but he feels awkward, romantically clumsy. Heartstrings tied together like shoelaces, waiting to trip him up. He’s been telling himself she’s only being kind, but after eavesdropping on her conversation with Sam, he knows she’s interested. In his shoulders at the very minimum. Was that right? His shoulders? Just in case, Bucky does his best to square them. Can’t hurt.

He’s fucking ecstatic when Sarah does glance down briefly, her gaze returning to his face with something flustered in it. Sure, she’s a mom and she runs a business, but it’s like she told Sam: she deserves to be charmed. Bucky’s not entirely sure he’s doing it right though.

“So,” she says, “Sam was just being a pain when he tried to convince me you can’t sleep on the couch because you’ve got a bad back, right?”

Bucky sighs but keeps smiling. It’s natural in her presence.

“I’d say that’s him making old-man jokes about me.”

“I apologize for my brother and his bad manners.”

“Ah, he’s not totally wrong,” he concedes, perching on the arm of the couch. “These last few birthdays have required more candles than you could fit on a cake.”

“Then you just have to get yourself a bigger cake.”

Bucky laughs.

“I guess optimism’s pretty much a family trait?”

“We work at it. They say you need to take the good with the bad, but they don’t tell you that means creating the good out of nothing a lot of the time, if you want any at all. The Wilsons worked that out some time ago, so we mostly do alright.”

“It’s a good feeling to be around,” he tells Sarah earnestly. Clearing his throat, he gets to his feet. “Feels good, being around you.”

“We’re… I’m happy you could stay with us.”

The light’s softened in the room and her voice has gone with it. Bucky shifts on his feet.

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” he assures her.

Sarah’s eyelashes flutter when she looks from his mouth to his eyes. Probably too try-hard to bite his lip now. God, Sam thinks Bucky’s so suave with Sarah, but it feels like he’s only got one move and it’s fucking smiling. Some Casanova he is. Sarah, meanwhile, is beautiful and authoritative and generous and moving closer to toss the pillow he’ll rest his head on tonight onto the couch.

“Anything else you need to be comfortable?” she asks, gaze slipping from one of his eyes to the other. “Another pillow? Pajamas?”

“I’ve got some, but…”

“But?”

Sarah gives him a questioning look and Bucky starts summoning the courage to make a move. He’ll touch her waist—no, take her hand. He’ll cup her sweet face so there’s no doubt what he means.

“But,” he picks up, “if I get cold in the night…”

There’s longing in her eyes, Bucky knows it, but Sam bangs in the screen door right then, one nephew squealing where he’s been slung over Sam’s shoulder.

“Well,” Sam announces loudly to the house at large, “that’s it! No more gas in the tank! Everybody get to bed!”

Sarah appears sorry as she steps back. Bucky almost reaches out to pull her in, to take another shot with another lousy line. Shit, he’s bad at this.

“There are more blankets in the hall closet,” she says, and slips away.

“Thank you,” he calls after her.

Sam walks past, Cass still dangling upside-down over his back while AJ runs ahead, and watches Bucky like a hawk (or some other bird of prey) as he digs through his overnight bag. What’s Sam expecting him to pull out? A strip of condoms? Bucky extracts a green toothbrush and holds it up with an expression of fake wonder. Sam rolls his eyes and heads off down the hall.

They are going to bed early, barely 9pm. That’s probably late for the kids though. Bucky’s pleasantly weary after a day outdoors, more working than talking, feeling like part of something as the Wilsons’ community came together to repair the boat. Seeing Sarah throughout. Flashing Bucky a smile while she spoke to a neighbour, grasping his outstretched hand to let him help her aboard so she could see their progress, checking Sam’s work like she’s his foreman while Bucky grinned and watched the siblings good-naturedly pick at each other. Sam was probably out like a light and Bucky should be too.

He’s not.

He can’t get to sleep right away, but it’s peaceful to lie here on the couch, on his back, while the house gets dark and darker. Sarah left the nearest window cracked for him and a gentle breeze washes in with the chirp of insects. Bucky’s already looking forward to being woken by the sun streaming through in the morning. It’d be good to get from now to daylight in a single stretch of sleep; that’s what he fantasizes about while he lies on his back: no nightmares. His head’s propped up by the pillow he tells himself smells like Sarah, though it probably just smells like her laundry soap.

It’s hard to put his finger on what’s missing, why he can’t fall asleep, until he hears the soft shuffle of footsteps on carpet. They’re too close together to be Sam’s—either hesitant or made by child-sized feet. Bucky cranes his neck around, expecting to see someone walk past on their way to the kitchen for a glass of water. His gaze roams over nothing for a minute, then he slumps back as the footsteps retreat. Maybe it was Sam after all, getting up to look in on his nephews or something. It’s the sorta thing Bucky would do if he were an uncle; he’d treasure the time with those kids, try to remember everything about his visit so he could hang on to it when he found himself half a world away, in Berlin or Riga or Madripoor.

He’s settling, trapping the blanket against his chest with a heavy hand, when he hears the footsteps approach again. Then back away seconds later. Slowly, Bucky starts to smile to himself. It’s Sarah. Can only be her. She’s either trying to psych herself up to come in here and talk to him and failing, or trying to resist venturing down the hall and succeeding.

On her next attempt, she gets closer, and Bucky sits up, kicking the blanket aside, and drops his feet to the floor in anticipation of her rounding the corner. He’s nervously gripping the couch cushion on either side of his knees when she does.

“You sneaking past Sam?” he asks quietly.

Sarah jumps, pressing a hand to her chest.

“You scared me. I wasn’t sure you’d be awake.”

Bucky shrugs, dreamily fixated on her smile. One of her neighbours turns on their porchlight and now Sarah can probably see his smile too.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says.

“Shoot. Did you need something else?”

Kinda funny how she’s pretending she was coming out here for another reason and is just making a detour for him. He knows better, but he’s got enough remnants of being a gentleman not to call her out on it.

“Nah. It’s nothing to do with you.” Bucky stares at her a few seconds and changes his mind. “You know what? Actually, it is you.”

“What is?” Sarah asks with a hushed, confused laugh.

“The reason I can’t get to sleep. Sarah…”

But she smiles and does what he did to the boys earlier—holds a finger to her lips.

With the confidence of a woman at ease in her own home and her own body, she steps forward. She wore a yellow t-shirt today, but the one she wears now is pale pink. It’s loose and worn and reveals the strong, elegant curve of her shoulder when she moves and it slips. Gazing up at her, Bucky shifts until he feels the back of the couch. His hands hover in the air as Sarah digs one knee, then the other, into the cushion on either side of him. She lowers herself onto his thighs.

Moving slow like the hour, deep like the black sky, Bucky runs his hands up her back.

Sarah’s palms land on his shoulders and, smiling, she confesses to him, “I like these.”

He’s smirking when she ducks her head to kiss him.

Now that he has her here—on his lap, in his arms—Bucky forgets every way he wanted to touch her earlier. How he was gonna woo her with tender contact applied just right. Well, thank god for Sarah. She sets the pace of the kiss and, when his hands go still at her upper back, reaches around to bring one of them back down to her waist. He can feel that there’s no bra beneath her shirt.

“Rusty,” he breathes when their mouths slide apart.

“You were on that old boat all day,” she reminds him. “You know I’ve got patience for rusty.”

Still, Bucky wants to do a little better, prove that maybe he’s what she had in mind when she decided he was worth smiling at. He cradles Sarah closer, pulling her in, dipping his fingers into the valley of her spine when she arches into him. They kiss firmer, then faster. At her quick nod of encouragement, he moves his hands to her hips. Lower.

“Sarah?” Sam slurs sleepily from down the hall. “You outta bed?”

Sarah presses a hand to Bucky’s chest and pushes off his lap, other hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. He chuckles too.

“As the Falcon, timing is one of his greatest strengths.”

“And as his sister,” Sarah counters, “it gets on my last nerve.”

“Well, I didn’t wanna say that, but…” Bucky grins.

“Sarah?” Sam calls out again.

She sighs.

“Is he trying to wake the boys?” She takes a step away from the couch, wearing a regretful smile. “I better go.”

Bucky catches himself before he can blurt out I’ll miss you. Overeager fool.

“See you in the morning?” Sarah checks, something shy about her now, but not in a bad way. Cautiously hopeful, Bucky thinks. He’s been feeling that way himself.

He gives her one more smile for the road.

“You bet.”

#my writing #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Bucky Barnes #bucky x sarah #Sarah Wilson

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SEVENTEEN- REACTION: THEIR S/O GETS INJURED (PART 2)

(PART ONE)

part two of @honeyylin ‘s request!!! sorry it took so long honey ㅠㅠ

also check out honey’s acc!!! they’ve recently started writing fic so give em a visit!! <3

today’s photo theme is green green green green green green green green green green

(I didn’t proofread this I will when it’s not 5 am lol)

tw: food, injury

SEOKMIN

• *insert terrified screaming*

• yikes. this man. this poor fellow.

• he’s so worried about you!!!

• like. you’re fine. it’s not a big deal you just won’t be able to walk without crutches for a while

• but this man PHYSICALLY refuses to go to work

• Jihoon even comes to your apartment to beat Seokmin’s ass gently request he come to work cuz they kind of need him

• but no, because “y/n needs me more!!”

• please you’re fine. you can walk and you work from home already. you’ll live. You’ve been injured before.

• this goes in one ear and out the other!

• he will stay home and baby you and peek in your room every ten minutes like “hey are you ok???? do you need anything???”

• it’s kind of endearing

• the calls you keep getting from Seungcheol and Jihoon are not though because SOMEONE keeps forgetting to “call in sick” to work!!

• it’s just part of the whole shebang. he calms down eventually and gets over the anxiety of you getting even more hurt or struggling and goes back to the others

• but you bet your ass when he comes home at night you’re not going anywhere and he’s gonna baby you until he deems you all better

• also he definitely just likes babying you because he doesn’t declare you better until a week after the doctor does, “just to be safe!!!”

• he loves you very much and if anything we’re to happen to the love of his life he’d like. Evaporate on the spot

• 10/10 man right here

MINGYU

• ok so we know how clumsy this man is

• he technically knows how to take care of injuries

• also the injury was sort of maybe his fault ):

• he tripped over a damn rock and made you stumble too, falling and scraping up your leg

• and this poor man is apologizing faster than he raps

• you’re not badly hurt, and when the pain wears off you’re laughing

• and Mingyu’s all pouty lol

• and though you assure him that you’re ok and everyone trips up sometimes, he just wants to make it up to you

• he is also one of the other mfs who would make soup. him and Josh r gonna open a soup kitchen s2g

• but he’s also super cheesy and you wake up from a nap and see that Mingyu’s gone out and gotten flowers and made some nice food and made a little mini date in ur apartment

• and he just feels so bad !!!! please help this man

• once you joke that maybe you should get injured more often so you guys have more dates like this he finally really calms down

• but like I said, he’d know how to treat any injury

• maybe not well, and I’m sure this man’s instinctive response is “I will put a bandaid on it and move on with my life” but how focused he is when he is just wiping off dirt from your arm or leg or whatever and making you sit still while he gauzes it up is just really sweet he cares so much

MINGHAO

• this man does not know anything.

• I mean don’t get me wrong he’s incredibly smart and emotionally intelligent but also. there’s nothing in this man’s brain except for dastardly ideas

• and you nearly breaking your arm is not exactly a dastardly idea

• so he kinda just shuts down

• he wants to help !!! So bad !!!! but he can’t do anything !!!

• like he’s genuinely such a kind dude and always willing to help even if he teases about it and just always there

• and this is the one thing he can’t help with!!!

• so frustrated ):

• so he spends his time with you by lurking with a pout, ready for any request you had

• he definitely looks like a lost puppy ㅠㅠ

• maybe you act a little more helpless than usual so he can feel better about himself. just maybe

• seeing him brighten when you ask him to get the pasta from the top shelf or help with the laundry is completely worth getting hurt for!!

• eventually he cheers up and goes back to his normal and teasing ways

• and once you heal up he’s so glad he can hug you super tight again (:<

SEUNGKWAN

• Ah, Seungkwan.

• be prepared for lots of passive-aggressive scolding

• I mean when it first happens you can see the panic in this poor man’s eyes

• ok well technically you texted him about it but his reply was violently misspelled and he showed up at your house within 15 minutes

• tbh you should be scolding him because he definitely was speeding to get home that fast

• but he was scolding you!!!

• like wtf you’re already feeling shitty and then Seungkwan comes over and is acting like your mom

• but this man is emotionally mature!!!

• he notices how frustrated and snippy your replies get and calms down, hugging you tightly where you sit on the bathroom counter as he cleans you up

• complains about getting blood on his shirt tho the bastard

• but he definitely hangs out with you for the rest of the day and you catch up and eat ice cream while you lie around on the floor and it’s just. aju nice. (lol)

• he does his best to keep your mind off of any pain or struggling, and we all know this man is a master of distraction so it goes very well

• he’s a very home-y person and you always feel safe with him (:

VERNON

• his literal response is “well that’s not good”

• you fuckin call him like “hey sol I’m in urgent care kinda like. broke my arm” and he’s just like “Yeah that’s a problem”

• thank you Hansol “Sherlock” Chwe

• he is just. out of his element please this man will just stare at your cast or whatever with wide eyes like “yo you broke your arm” yes Vernon

• he’s kinda just fascinated ngl

• he lets you tell your story with wide eyes, beaming proudly when you said you didn’t cry

• he’s like “yeah that’s my partner (:< so cool and badass”

• he’s just very silly about it and doesn’t treat you any differently

• which is nice because you kinda hate people bringing attention to it cuz it’s annoying as shit already ):<

• and he’s already so helpful and willing to do chores or whatever so you don’t have to worry about carrying things or washing dishes or whatever cuz Vernon’s got it!!!

• plus it’s adorable how literally every night he’s just like “it’s so cool how you have a cast” like it’s the dumbest thing ever but he finds it so entertaining. like not even the fact you got hurt just like “holy shit like. it’s cement they basically cement your arm in place you have cement on your arm y/n you could knock someone out with that”

• he’s a cutie lol

CHAN

• ok contrary to popular belief I think he would handle it very well!!

• don’t get me wrong this man is PANICKING under the surface but like. he’s so calm about it on the outside??? hello????

• you call him during practice like “hey so I kinda got hurt I’m ok tho, at the doctor rn” and he’s just like “yes ok are you ok?!”

• little dude lol

• and even though you are, in fact, completely fine, he’s gotta worry smh it’s his job!!

• he comes home and listens to the story as he helps you change the bandages with the most gentle hands ))))):

• and being near you definitely helps calm him down

• he’s back to teasing and being goofy in no time

• this man also definitely knows some medical shit idk what makes me think that but he knows how to like. deal with an injury.

• he definitely is very medically aware idk man I feel like he listens to doctor speak cuz it’s cool and is like “oh yeah go ice that you don’t want it cramping up” whenever one of the other guys complains about something minor lol

• he’s very caring ): I love he sm (:

• he can be a little rat but he knows when to stop and be an ally and what an excellent ally he is!!!!!!!!!

I’m so sorry I’ve never done an after note like this before but seeing all the green and plants makes me think of this damn tweet and I can’t stop laughinh

“he has pollen allergy” I’m sobbing please

#x reader #kpop x reader #svt #svt x reader #seventeen #svt scenarios #svt reactions #dokeyom #Seokmin #mingyu #minghao #the8 #seungkwan #Vernon #hansol #Dino #lee Chan

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This Side of Normal Ch. 9

AO3

Marinette blinks at the house in front of her in shock. She didn’t know what she had expected when Dick had mentioned a trapeze at his house. She definitely hadn’t expected the house to look like...this.

“Your house is freaking huge.” Marinette says.

“Not my house. It’s the guy who adopted us. Me and Dickie bird.” Jason says, slinging an arm over Adrien’s shoulders to reach over and ruffle her hair.

“Are you sure that it’s okay we’re here?” She asks, frowning.

“Sure! Besides, B’s probably still at work.” Dick says, grinning as the door opens.

“Master Dick, Master Jason. I see you’ve brought guests.” An older man says, quirking an eyebrow. Marinette smiles awkwardly.

“Hi. I’m Marinette, and this is Adrien.” She says, extending her hand. The man nods, shaking her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss. I am the family’s butler and caretaker, Alfred Pennyworth.” He says. Marinette smiles.

“Nice to meet you as well, Monsieur Pennyworth.” She says.

“I’m gonna go try and show Mari here some trapeze moves.” Dick explains with a wide grin.

“Very well. Should I plan for two more at dinner?” Mr. Pennyworth asks.

“Oh, no, I don’t-” Marinette starts to argue, but Dick cuts her off.

“Yes please!” He says before hurrying down the hallway. “Come on slowpokes!” He adds with a grin. Marinette looks at Jason pleadingly.

“You’re the one who said you were gonna adopt Dick as your brother. This is all on you, Pixie Pop.” He says with a smirk, continuing to walk after Dick. Marinette groans, but follows, glaring at Adrien who snorts at her pain.

“You’re a little bitch.” She mumbles under her breath, glaring at him. He rolls his eyes.

“You know you love me.” He says. Marinette speeds up her walk, careful to keep Dick in sights at all times. This place was huge. She bumps into Adrien, nudging him with her shoulder as they walk down the hall.

“Okay, okay, are you guys ready for this?” Dick asks, stopping in front of closed double doors. Marinette nods and Dick grins before pushing open the doors. Her jaw drops as she looks into the gym. It had everything you could possibly want or need. Including a bunch of gymnastics equipment, aerial silks and a trapeze. It was amazing.

“Wow.” She says, eyes wide as she looks around. This was even cooler than she’d imagined.

“Man, this would’ve been helpful a year ago.” Adrien mumbles, and Marinette snorts, knowing he’s thinking back to their rooftop training sessions with Jason. And all the times they got scraped up from the rough roofs. She glances over at Jason, noticing the thoughtful look on his face. Probably thinking the same thing, she thinks before turning back to Dick.

“So, how do we start?” She asks, bouncing back and forth between the balls of her feet. This was going to be so freaking cool!

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This is so worth a trip to Gotham! Marientte thinks to herself as she flies through the air. Dick was surprised at how quickly she caught on for her first time (she pointedly ignored the snorts from Adrien and Jason who both knew this was not her first time flying through the air). Once they get back to the platform, Dick’s phone starts to ring and he smiles apologetically.

“I’ve really gotta take this.” He says, darting down the ladder and rushing out of the gym to answer his phone. Marinette shrugs and follows him down the latter, punching Jason’s arm as she walks by him to grab a drink of water.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?” He asks, rubbing his arm and glaring at the girl.

“I saw you two idiots laughing at me.” She replies, shrugging.

“Why do you still punch so hard?” Jason asks, and she can tell he’s starting to be concerned for her. She recognizes the look on his face.

“Pent up aggression from fighting an emotional terrorist for a good chunk of my adolescence.” She deapans. He raises an eyebrow and she huffs. “Okay, I took up boxing.”

“So have you both kept up with training?” He asks, visibly concerned. Marinette shares a look with Adrien, trying to decide if she should be honest or not. But...it’s Jason. So she has to be.

“Yeah….” She draws out the word before sighing, pushing her bangs back from her face. “In our defense, it’s hard to go back to being a civilian after being a hero for several years. It’s just- especially with Guardian shit, right? Like, that’s a lifetime commitment. If I give it up, I give up my memories. I can’t do that, Jay. I’d forget you and Adrien and I can’t do that. So I don’t-” She pauses and lets herself take a breath. “I don’t have a choice.” Jason’s face drops into a scowl, but she knows it’s not directed at her. As much as she admired Master Fu, he was not the best mentor. And he left her without a choice when it came to hero work. Something she knew that Jason couldn’t forgive him for. Even if she tried to.

“Come on, we’re gonna spar.” Jason instructs, not giving her a chance to object. She sighs, but follows him over to the mats, immediately getting into position.

“I fight better than I did a year ago.” She warns, and Jason grins.

“That’s what I’m counting on Pixie Pop.” He says, immediately lunging towards her. Marinette jumps back, staying light on her feet as she gets used to sparring with Jason again. He wasn’t slow by any means, but he was much bigger than her, which meant he couldn’t jump around as lightly as she did. She’d have to use his weight against him. She leaps to the side and then brings a swift kick up, using her foot to kick his thigh, hard. He stumbles slightly, grinning widely before throwing a swing. Deciding to use his momentum, she grabs onto his arm and lets the swing of his arm lift her up so that she can wrap her arms around his neck in a chokehold as she clings to his back.

“Oh come on Jay, don’t tell me you’ve already lost!” Adrien teases from the side. Marinette feels Jason tense and can tell he’s about to throw himself down, which would definitely end the fight for her. Instead of letting him get that far, she moves her hands to grip onto his shoulders and vault herself over him, rolling out of the leap and jumping back up, grinning from ear to ear.

“You’ve learned some new tricks.” Jason praises, squaring his stance once again.

“Enough to beat you, old man.” She teases, snorting at the faux hurt on Jason’s face.

“You wound me, Pix.” He says, clutching his heart and shutting his eyes as if in pain. Marinette decides to use his momentary theatrics to her advantage and delivers a swift kick to the back of his left leg, throwing all of her weight into the kick. Jason yelps in surprise, and falls to the ground.

“Jump rope!” She calls out to Adrien, knowing she saw one earlier. And also knowing that there was no way she could keep Jason pinned without assistance. She holds her hand up, catching the rope that Adrien tosses to her, using it to quickly tie his ankles and wrists together. She steps back and admires her handy work, snorting at the shocked look on Jason’s face. Slow claps coming from the doorway make her snap to attention, turning and glancing at the intruder. Her eyes widen at the boy, who appeared to be around their age. With dark spiky hair and brilliant green eyes- No. Bad Mari, stop falling for green eyes. Ugh. She blinks, shoving the thoughts from her mind.

“Er- hi.” She says awkwardly, glancing over at Adrien who simply shrugs.

“Who is it?” Jason asks, since he’s currently not facing the door. Marinette glances down at him and smirks.

“Oh, you mean you can’t see, Jay? Why ever would that be?” She teases. He huffs.

“I don’t know, some crazy Pixie chick tied me up with a freaking jump rope like an angry kindergartner.” He gripes back. She crosses her arms.

“You do realize that ‘angry kindergartner’ is the only one who can untie you, right?” She asks, choosing to ignore the stranger in the doorway for now.

“Not true. Someone else came in, and Adrien can also untie a couple knots.” Jason argues. Marinette glances at Adrien who shakes his head, despite the fact that Jason can’t see.

“Yeah, sorry Jay. I’m not going against Mari. She’s kinda scary.” Adrien says, making Jason whine.

“Who the fuck is at the door then?” He asks, obviously starting to lose his patience.

“Tt. As if I would help you, Todd.” The boy says and Marinette feels herself melt slightly at his voice. It was so- NO. BAD MARI. STOP. NO.

“His name’s Jason.” Adrien pipes up, and Marinette turns to him, frowning. Because, yes, his name is Jason. So then what-

“His last name is Todd.” The boy says, and Adrien’s face turns red. He rubs the back of his neck- his go to ‘I’m feeling awkward right now’ pose.

“Oops.” He says with a lopsided smile. Marinette rolls her eyes playfully at him before turning back and looking right in the boy’s eyes.

“Hi, I’m Marinette Dupain Cheng. That dork over there is Adrien.” She introduces with a short wave.

“Pleasure. I’m Damian Wayne.” The boy, Damian, introduces. Marinette smiles at him, feeling herself start to get lost in his eyes again. It wouldn’t hurt to look for just a minute, besides, he wasn’t looking away either. And his eyes were such a pretty color-

“Could someone please fucking untie me.” Jason groans. Marinette blushes furiously, dropping down and swiftly untying Jason.

“Sorry Jay.” She apologizes, wincing at the annoyed look on his face as he stands up. He simply grunts and ruffles her hair, making her protest.

“S’okay Pix. Besides, now you can take me down without using Adrien as a distraction. Big improvement.” He compliments and her annoyed face quickly morphs into a wide smile.

“Alfred sent me to let you know dinner is ready.” Damian says, an annoyed expression on his face. Marinette immediately blushes again and glances at Jason who simply raises an eyebrow. She groans and falls back in line with Adrien who had a knowing smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” She mutters, elbowing the boy. He snorts, shaking his head at her. Jason starts to walk out, trading insults with Damian as the group makes their way to the dining room.

“Whatever you say, Bug.” He says, throwing an arm over her shoulder. She narrows her eyes at him.

“Say anything, and I’ll beat you with your own arm.” She whispers. He holds up his hands in surrender and she sighs in relief. Hopefully they’d make it through this dinner without Adrien embarrassing the hell out of her. Following Jason and Damian into what had to be the dining room, she’s surprised to see a guy a couple years older than them, and a much taller man who had to be Jason’s dad.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met.” He says, extending a hand. “I’m Bruce Wayne.” He says with a wide (but false, Marinette notes, watching how it doesn’t reach his eyes) smile. Marinette’s eyes widen and she glances at Jason who just rolls his eyes.

“Mari, Adrien, this is my….father.” He says the word as if it’s bitter. Marinette makes a note to ask about that later. They’d already sent one asshole father to prison, she had no problems sending another.

“Nice to meet you.” Marinette says, shaking his hand, her smile not reaching her eyes either. She wouldn’t give him a real smile, not until she’d talked to Jason about it. He had helped them so much, it only made sense to help him too. Dinner should be interesting.

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Heartless monster

Nate Jacobs x Reader

Warnings: kinda toxic relationship, slight cursing, mention of rape, drug use, violence and some smut at the end

Summary: Nate and y/n have been dating for a few months. She´s the complete opposite of every other girl her boyfriend has dated before. And when she wants to make it public he doesn’t approve, so she decides to make him jealous. Seems like her plan worked...

Nate <3: im a mckays right now. i will pick u up a bit later.

“Fucking idiot!”, I muttered under my breath after taking a hit from my mango flavored puff bar. A million thoughts coursed through my head, “Is he really at McKay’s? What does later mean? IS HE TALKING TO OTHER GIRLS?” This is the real me. Insecure, nervous and possessive. I’m not the cocky bitch everyone sees in me.

I tried to call Nate a few times but of course he had other things to do. After lying on my bed and waiting for him to call for another 20 minutes I decided to get up and go to Fez’ shop since he is one of my best friends. I was sure at least he would be happy to see me.

“Mom? I’m meeting a friend of mine. See you later.”, I shouted after putting on my shoes. My mother was currently in a little midlife crisis and didn’t want to communicate with anyone and I respect that.

The walk to Fezco’s shop didn’t take long and I honestly really enjoy walking in the dark, even if I was risking getting raped or even worse.

“y/n! What are you doing here?”, Fez exclaimed after I opened the door to the little gas station and before coming up to hug me. “Oh you know Fezzie, I was bored again.”

Fezzie. He absolutely despises that name but still lets me call him like that.

”Well, feel free to stay here if you want then.“, he invited me. We then shared a little blunt and talked about random shit like always. After what seemed like an hour or so we saw a white truck pulling up in the driveway.

“Wait....that’s Nate‘s car!“, I remembered. He picks me up sometimes with it so of course I would remember. But I didn’t say anything.

Instead one of the maybe dumbest but also greatest ideas came into my mind. I started kissing Fez on the neck. "Please, just make out with me. I know it`s weird but I need your help right now.“, I pleaded. The ginger haired boy looked like he wanted to say something but then decided to just play along. Fezco put his arms around my waist and started shoving his tongue inside my mouth.

Suddenly I heard the door open. “Y/N WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” , Nate Jacobs shouted while looking likes he’s about to explode. His jaw clenched and his fists balled. Me and Fezco stopped kissing and I turned to Nate, smiling innocently, “Why are you so furious? It’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything, right?” “Oh y/n, you are going to regret this very soon!”, he stated angry. And now Fez decided to speak up, “Calm down man, it’s not like she owes you anything.” “Don’t tell me what to do! Nobody asked for your opinion anyways.”, Nate exclaimed before punching my friend right in the face.

I decided to step in before it could get worse, “NATE STOP! IT WAS MY FAULT! HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING!” Nate chuckled a bit before answering: “Well sweetheart, looks like you should`ve thought about that before practically fucking him in front of me.” Now I got really mad. FUCK HIM? We weren`t even close to doing that. Just as he wanted to hit Fezco another time I grabbed his arm. “Please stop hurting him. Do it for me, if you really love me.” Seems like my words made him realize he’s doing a mistake so he left Fez alone. Instead Nate grabbed my wrist harshly and I could only shout a quick, “I’m so sorry, I will explain later” to Fezco before getting dragged out of the shop.

“Why did you make such a scene?”, I asked irritated. Nate just huffed clearly annoyed and didn’t speak to me until we reached his truck. “Get in.“, he ordered while opening the door for me.

After a while he finally spoke up, “Why?“. “I don’t want to hide anymore, Nate. Why can’t you just tell the truth? Tell everyone that we´re in love?” I asked on the verge of tears and looking at my boyfriend for the first time today. “I do love you, y/n. I really love you. But I just can`t. We’re very different, you’re not like the other girls I’ve dated before.” “You can`t? Or are you just a fucking pussy? Scared of what daddy´s gonna think of you when it turns out you´re dating an outcast? Fuck you, Nate. I don`t need you anymore. You´re a stupid little spoiled boy who knows nothing about life.”, I screamed and when I tried to slap him he pinned my arms above my head with one hand and started choking me with his other one. “If I was you I would be careful with my words. I invented you. Nobody knew your name before me, so don´t be a ungrateful whore.”, my boyfriend whispered in my ear and just as I couldn´t breathe anymore he pulled his hands away.

I pushed the passenger door open and exited the vehicle. “You´re a heartless monster, Jacobs!”, I cried with tears streaming down my face.

Then I ran home.

-time skip 30 minutes-

I was scrolling through Twitter when I suddenly got a facetime call from Kat. I´m pretty close with her but she doesn´t know I´m dating Nate.

When I accepted it I saw that she was filming my boyfriend, they were at McKay´s party and he was standing in the middle of the livingroom, talking about me. “I wanted to tell you all that me and y/n are dating.”, he shouted and clearly everyone in the room was as shocked as me when I heard what he said. “And we´re truly in love. y/n is an amazing girl and none of us actually deserve her. So if you can´t accept the fact that we are happy together you better shut up!, and with that Nate exited the room.

Kat flipped the camera and looked more then surprised, “What the actual frick y/n? When did you plan on telling me that?”

I explained everything to her as fast as I could and then got up and ran to McKay´s house.

I felt the need to apologize to Nate for everything I did tonight. I was a real cunt.

-time skip 3 minutes-

When I got there I just saw him getting into his truck, “Nate wait!” He turned around and looked at me surprised, but I could see the little smirk that formed in the corner of his mouth.

When I got to him I kissed my lover hard on the lips and he kissed me back. It was a long, passionate kiss. “I´ve been waiting to do that the whole day.”, he admitted and we got in his car.

On the way to my house Nate put his hand on my thigh as always. But suddenly I felt it moving closer and closer to my clothed core and a moan escaped my lips. “You like that?”, he asked, giving me a playful wink. I could only nod when he put his large hand under my miniskirt and pulled down my red lace panties.

When he stuck one of his calloused fingers in my tight hole and started rubbing my clit with the other ones I reached for Nate´s soft brown hair and gripped it as hard as I could. He quickly parked on the nearest free space and let`s just say it was a very long night.

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omg guys! that`s the first fanfic i`ve ever written. i know it´s not the best but i still hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! anyways, feel free to send me requests on what i should write next. :)

-nicole

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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here! / Part 7 Here! / Part 8 Here! / Part 9 Here! / Part 10 Here! / Part 11 Here! / Part 12 Here!

A/N: Shout out to @ideas-for-you-to-adopt for inspiring/writing a lot of the headcanons used for the “Bella Suspicion” part of this chapter!

I’m posting this a day early, because, well I’m flakey like that

* You spear another piece of pineapple, your teeth grinding together

* “I think that sounds perfect!” Lauren squeals lightly grasping Bella’s shoulder, Bella gives a small smile in return.

* You know what isn’t perfect?

* The fact that nothing is going according to plan.

* It’s already a month in and NOTHING has happened. You stab another piece of pineapple, sticking it into your mouth

* You’ve hung back in the school parking lot everyday for a MONTH, you were even late to cheer practice once, just to see if the “Tyler Van Accident” happened.

* Only it never did, and you didn’t know why until Lauren confided that she and Tyler had been hooking up lately.

* As in hooking up at her house after school before her parents came home.

* Of course it’s not going to happen when Tyler’s ditching his last period to drive to her house

* What a mess

* You chew the pineapple carefully, just like a human would. Because even though Bella knows LITERALLY NOTHING. She somehow suspects everything.

* You watch her from the corner of your eye, making polite conversation with Angela about biology next period.

* The amount of questions she has about you is ridiculous

* How did you meet Edward? How does your family know the Cullen’s? Where are you adoptive parents now? If they’re back in the states why haven’t you gone to live with them?

* It’s literally never ending. And that’s just her trying to poke holes in your story.

* You’re not even going to start with all the stuff she’s commented on your physical appearance

* “Hey don’t you think it’s weird they all have gold eyes?” You had heard Bella quietly ask Jessica when she thought you couldn’t hear

* “Not really, they’ve got like six kids, so when one kid needs something more of them do too. (Y/N) told me Alice wanted color contacts so Dr. Cullen just bought some for all of them.”

* And then the week before that, while you were doing a stunt at a basketball game Bella said:

* “Aren’t they like, too strong?” You were lifting up a girl all on your own.

* “Oh yeah- I guess you never saw the video, apparently they’re jacked.” Conner says, with a shrug.

* “Yeah they heard working out helps with stress when they were like 12 and just never stopped.” Mike adds absentmindedly

* And if that wasn’t enough she’s even said this a few weeks before that:

* “Don’t you think it’s weird how beautiful they all are?” Lauren wrinkles her nose, at the time she had gotten used to Bella but she still doesn’t seem to like her very much

* “Not really, I remember (Y/N) wasn’t all that pretty freshman year, they used to wear these really dorky glasses.”

* You had almost started to forget how good you had it, after you did all the leg work in the last two years to establish that you were normal -just kinda quirky- you had just started to enjoy the pay off. A little more lax with your appearance, wearing clothes you liked, doing more solo routines in cheer.

* Only for little Miss.Curious to show up

* Now you have to try extra hard to look human again. And not just you, the entire coven does, because when one of you falls under suspicion you all do.

* Rosalie’s been making her hair look messy every so often to give the illusion that she’s having a bad hair day, Alice wears a retainer every so often, even Emmett pretends to need the bathroom more than he usually does.

* This morning you even had Rosalie do a fake pimple on your jaw.

* If Bella wasn’t going to be your best friends’ future wife, you think you might just hate her.

* You kind of sympathize with Rosalie in the book now.

* “Hey (Y/N) are you in?” Conner asks nudging his elbow against yours.

* “In for what?” You mumble, spearing another piece of pineapple. Another downside is now you have to eat at lunch. Otherwise Bella starts asking why you never eat and everyone gets really concerned and starts force feeding you

* God, all those years of establish you have low blood sugar and acid reflux induced nausea for nothing

* “La Push beach, we’re all going this weekend.” You perk up at the mention

* Finally, something’s getting back on track

* “Can’t, cheer stuff.” You mumble, shoving your food around your plate with your fork.

* You don’t miss Bella’s meaningful glance on your mostly full plate.

* Oh great, you can practically see the question “don’t you think it’s weird how they never eat anything?” Forming in the inner corners of her mind

* “What about you Edward?” Lauren flutters her eyelashes and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

* Lauren’s still annoyed that even though they’re hooking up, Tyler hasn’t made anything official yet

* Alice told her flirting with another guy might help.

* “He’s not going either.” You say before Edward can even open his mouth. He doesn’t say anything just gives you a questioning look and a smile.

* Looks like he’s finding everyone else’s thoughts more interesting

* “Are you guys going on a date?” Jessica waggles her eyebrows and on the other side of the table Bella sputters.

* You roll your eyes

* “No Jessica, but if I can’t go have fun neither can he.” Technically you both are forbidden to go on tribal land but whatever. “Best friend code.”

* Also you’re pretty sure Edward and Emmett are going to Yellowstone to eat bears or something, like a couple of heathens

* The thought of eating straight out of bear, no idea what they’ve eaten or where they’ve been doing their business, makes you shudder.

* You did mention to them both that if they happen to find an orphaned bear cub somewhere to bring it back. You’ve been wanting to experiment with bear blood.

* “Best friend code.” Edward repeats slowly, and the look he gives you makes your stomach flutter. And it’s not because you just ate half a salad.

* You’re knocked out of the look when Conner bumps his knee against yours

* “Well that’s a shame, I was looking forward to seeing you in a swimsuit.”

* So Conner’s been flirting a lot with you lately. Kind of weird, your best guess is that he was hoping to date Lauren, but now that she’s kinda seeing Tyler, you’re starting to look good.

* “Maybe you should have a pool party at that fancy house of yours then.” The group laughs but Conner just smirks

* “Whatever you want babe but-“ the bell cuts him off and you give him a consolatory pat on the arm.

* You move to throw away the leftover food on your plate, walking with Edward

* “We’re ditching right?” You ask him as you toss the plate into the trash.

* “Yeah Mr. Barnes is doing his blood type experiment today.” Like he even needs an excuse to skip school. “Do you want to go to the bookstore or something?”

* You shake your head, that won’t do, when Bella faints Edward needs to be there so they can fall in love

* “Wanna just hang out in my car? We can listen to that new Debussy CD I got.”

* Edward gives you a small smile, like he’s not really happy

* “Whatever you want.”

* Wait what’s up with that.

* “Hey, (Y/N)!” Bella calls out for you and Edward grimaces.

* “I’ll meet you at your car” wait he’s not going to stay here? If this was a dating video game he’d be the kind of player that wasted all the capture flags and then complains when they end up all alone.

* He leaves just as Bella gets to you. She spares a fleeting glance in Edward’s direction, almost looking sad as she watches him walk away before she looks to you

* “Are you heading over to biology?” She really is cute, like a puppy. She must have been hoping to get a little closer to Edward.

* You almost feel bad for not warning her what with her issues on blood.

* “Nah I’ve got to finish my trig homework so I’m going to skip.” You fake a yawn.

* Oh, before you forget

* “I actually got you something.”

* You hand her a carefully wrapped gift bag, compliments of Rosalie of course

* “Vitamins?” Bella asks, her eyebrows threading together

* “Yeah, it’s like a vitamin powder, you just add it to water. We bought a big family pack so I thought I would share some with you.”

* Also because you’re 100% sure she’s anemic.

* Part of the reason you like the way she smells so much is because of her anemia, if it’s just the peach scent you can probably contain yourself.

* You wave goodbye and Bella looks down at the package in her hands with a goofy expression. She hugs it to her chest before her expression pinches.

* “I should have offered to let them copy my notes” Bella murmurs to herself. Smacking her forehead and walking to biology.

* When you manage to sneak out to the parking lot through the gym doors, you see Edward leaning against your car, looking bored as he looks to the tree line

* “Why didn’t you sit inside? You look like a douchebag.”

* “I would have if someone had given me the keys”

* Like that’s stopped him before

* You unlock the car, letting it start with a hum before you pull out your trig homework

* You weren’t entirely lying to Bella, you really hadn’t finished you homework

* Edward pulls out a book from his bag, you’re not ashamed to say you’ve gotten him super into “The City of Ember” series

* “Hey why did you walk away when Bella came over?” you’re only half curious, mostly just trying to make conversation. “You don’t hate her do you?” You add with a laugh.

* The mere thought of Edward Cullen hating Bella Swan is laughable.

* “Yeah I do.”

* You find yourself coughing from the sheer shock.

* “You mean she frustrates you because you can’t read her mind.” Edward has spared you a concerned glance when you started coughing, but has turned his attention back to his book

*” No I mean I don’t like her, and I don’t like being around her.” He doesn’t look up from his book as he says it.

* “But why?” Yeah she’s a little plain, and she’s still pretty shy even though you’ve been hanging out for a month and all those damn questions

* But she’s got good taste in books, and she’s pretty straightforward.

* She’s not the type of person to go behind your back, if you did something to upset her she’ll tell you straight to your face.

* Honestly she’s a lot like Angela, minus the hidden cunning nature.

* Edward eyes narrow and a heavy sigh escapes him. His head tilts back to rest against the passenger seat headrest.

* His neck is so long and white. The color of freshly fallen snow. You can’t help but think of how pretty it would look covered in hickeys.

* Like poppy’s blossoming in the snow.

* Can vampires get hickeys? Would it just be like black instead of red since none of you really have blood anymore.

* “I just don’t like-” He cuts himself off when his eyes meet yours, they seem to shine brighter for a moment, and you tilt your head. This feels like a meaningful look.

* Edward sighs and looks away.

* “I just don’t like her vibe.”

*”Vibe? Are you an Edward shaped imposter?” you see him mouth ‘Edward Shaped Imposter’ as you both laugh.

* “Where did you learn to say these things?” He asks between laughs. You mock gasp.

* “The real Edward would never ask me that because he’s too afraid to know! Who are you really? What planet are you from?” Your hands move to his face, his face is as smooth as marble, lingering warmth. You leaned in without thinking about it, only a few inches away from him.

* You’re so close you can smell him. He always smells good, like something ancient and profound. Rosemary and argon oil.

* Your hands are still on his face and he’s grinning.

* You gulp

* You’re trying to think of another ridiculous imposter joke you can make wen you catch a familiar head of blond hair through the window.

* “Is that Mike and ... Bella?”

* This is a lot sooner than you thought, it hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.

* Edward looks almost bored as he follows your gaze.

* “Yeah, looks like she made herself sick, she’s - what’s that word for when people are afraid of blood?”

* “Hemophobia?”

* “Yeah, that’s what she has.”

* You wait for a second, releasing his face from your hands, but instead of moving to open the door he slumps back into his seat, eyes focused on his book.

* “Don’t you think we should go help them?” He shrugs.

* The f*cking criminal just shrugs.

* WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?!?!

* Human or not, there’s no world Edward wouldn’t at least think about helping someone who’s in trouble.

* You’re starting to think this really is an Edward imposter.

* You watch Bella lean on Mike, stumbling down the crosswalk to the nurse’s office in the next building.

* You can’t watch anymore

* ‘You know you-” You words finally get Edward’s attention as he looks up from his book. “You are wasting all the capture flags!” You shout before sliding out of your car and jogging over to Mike and Bella

* “Mike! What happened?” He’s so surprised to see you his grip on Bella goes slack and she falls out of his side hold.

* “Oh crap!”

* You rush to catch her, swinging her into a princess hold.

* What was Mike struggling with so much? She’s not very hea - oh right you’re a vampire.

* “Are you alright, I know she’s kinda heavy.” Well that’s not very nice to say about a girl, besides she’s pretty skinny. Can’t be more than 120 pounds.

* “It’s no problem, I do it for cheer are all the time.” You do a fake grunt as you pretend to get a better hold on her.

* The movement jostle her awake, her eyes fluttering open. She’s still in a dreamy state, her eyes are unfocused.

* “(Y/N)?”

* “Hey buddy, looks like ya fainted, squeamish around blood huh?”

* “How do you know we were doing the blood type experiment?” Mike asks.

* Oh crap. You were skipping, you weren’t supposed to know that. Even worse you brain can’t seem to come up with a valid excuse.

* “Alice told us about it, (Y/N) used to be squeamish around blood when we were kids, didn’t want to take any chances” You let out a sigh of relief when you see Edward walking towards you. At least he’s not completely heartless.

*”Then why were you skipping?” Mike asks scratching his head. Edward shrugs

* “They can’t go to class, then I won’t go either.” And then the criminal looks you straight in the eye and says with the cheekiest smile imaginable:

*“It’s the best friend code”

* Oh f*ck off Edward.

* You almost want to scoff when he takes Bella from your arms and into his.

* SO now he wants to care about the capture flag.

* You let him take her though, You swear you see her stiffen and frown when he holds her.

* That can’t be right, she seemed super relaxed when you were carrying her.

* “I-I’m fine I can walk.”

* “No you can’t.” Edward bluntly says.

* Even when he gets to capture event, he says all the wrong things. You sigh as you walk behind him. Only to notice another set of footsteps by you.

* “You can go back if you want Mike, Edward won’t kidnap her or anything.” He might throw her into the lake though.

* Mike shakes his head. “No it just seems wrong to not make sure she at least gets to the nurses office.”

*You smile, he really is a kind boy.

* “Also I’ll be damned if Bella gives Edward all the credit.” Well mostly kind.

* You get to the nurses office, who seems incredibly flustered with both you and Edward in such a small space.

* She seems so preoccupied keeping her wits about her as she checks out Bella and deals with your presence that she never asks why three people had to escort one person to the nurses office.

* “Well your blood pressure is a little low, since you fainted I would suggest you go home. If you want you can take a nap in here until school’s out.” Wow, where was a nurse this generous when you were in school.

* Bella, the beautiful moron, shakes her head.

* “No it’s okay I’ll go back to class, I don’t want to take a zero for the assignment” Well that’s noble and responsible and all. But what does she think is going to happen when she goes back to class?

* She’s going to see some blood again and faint. Not that you can be mad, you would probably have to go the the nurse too if Bella ever managed to prick her own finger

* “Bella you really shouldn’t,” You settle your hand on her shoulder pushing her back onto the chair. “You just fainted you should lie down, or go home or something.”

* Her eyebrows thread together, mouth pulled in protest.

* “I don’t want to impose on any-”

* “It’s not an imposition, I want to!” Her mouth parts, then closes, stretching into a fine line. You look to Edward who’s avoiding your gaze and seems very irritated.

* Enemies to lovers trope it is.(Though you’re not sure if this counts as enemies if only one person dislikes the other)

* “I’m going to drop you off home, come on.” You pull Bella up by her hand, leading her to the parking lot.

* “Wait what about my car?”

* Oh you hadn’t thought about that.

*Hmmm in the original book Alice drove her home. But Alice doesn’t really do anything unless there’s something in it for her, or if she wants to.

* Also you’re pretty sure when she ditched today when she found out that people were pricking there finger on campus. She claimed it was for Jasper, but you’re pretty sure there’s a sale in the Nordstrom in Seattle.

* Edward would rather get the flu than drive Bella’s ancient truck.

* Which leaves only one option.

* You toss your keys to Edward who catches them with one hand.

* “Edward will drive you home in my car, and I’ll drive your car behind him.”

* “What about Rosalie?” He grumbles.

*“What about Rosalie?” Why is he being so difficult right now? Doesn’t he realize you’re doing this all for him!

* “You’re driving her home since Emmett and I are leaving for Yellow Stone as soon as school lets out.” Oh right the bears. Cr*p.

* “It’s not a big deal, I’ll drive back to school after we’re done and you can go your way and I’ll go mine.”

* You can tell Edward doesn’t like it, but he just sigh’s climbing into your car and then promptly getting out of the passenger side and sitting in the driver’s side.

* The dork forgot he had to drive the car.

* You’re dying laughing as Bella leads you to her car.

* “It’s the blue one.”

* Her truck isn’t all that bad. It’s old, but in a kind of retro way. It’s powder blue, with only two doors and no backseat.

* You climb in, turning the engine and hearing it purr. Well it’s more of a roar, but it’s not terrible.

* You’re surprised when Bella climbs through the passenger side door.

* “Um, you’re not going to drive with Edward?” She looks at you like you just asked her to recite the Fibonacci sequence.

* “Why would I go with him when you’re the one driving my car?” Okay, that’s fair.

* You sigh, why does nothing ever go according to plan.

* Maybe it’s for the best, Edward doesn’t seem to be in the best mood. Not that this is good either, she’s sitting so close to you, her peachy scent fills the small space of the truck and you feel lightheaded.

* It’s less than a ten minute trip, no need to get dramatic. You’re pretty sure you won’t kill her just because she smells nice.

* “Soooooo... what do you want to talk about?” You ask as you turn out of the school, this car is super slow compared to yours, you’re pretty sure it won’t go over 50 mph.

* Bella fidgets beside you, playing with the ends of her hair.

* “So are you and Edward...dating?”

* You laugh so loud you actually start coughing. And then you laugh again.

* “No-pfff- no We’re uh- we’re not dating.” You finally manage.

* “Why is that so funny to you?” She asks, genuinely confused.

* “Well it’s just outrageous you know?” How would that even work? You can’t even picture it. Edward getting all hot and bothered because you’re wearing an oversized sweater and glasses. You flirting with him all over the house in front of Carlisle and Esme. Edward signing up for a sport just so he can see you in his letterman.

* It’s all...impossible.

* And yet, there is one thing you can picture.

* Edward by your side, he’s almost golden brown, his eyes bright green. He points to the living room, and in there are Alec and Jane, both of their eyes blue as they argue over who’s turn it is to watch TV.

* Maybe if you were human, if you had met in a different world or a different time, that would be something you could have.

* But it is what it is

* “Edward and I have been friends for a really long time, we’ve just seen too much of each other to find each other attractive like that.”

* Bella looks like she doesn’t believe you but she doesn’t say anything.

* Wait what are you doing? This is the perfect chance to talk Edward up!

* “But you know Edward is a real stand up guy!” It leaves a little too forcefully, a little inauthentic.

* “Oh is he?” She doesn’t sound too excited to be talking about this.

* “I know he’s got one of those face-”

* “Obnoxiously handsome?” She spats

* “Like he thinks existence is a curse, and the world is evil and everything is terrible -” Wait you’re getting off track. “B-but he really is a good guy!”

* You bite your lip, as Bella tells you to turn into a subdivision.

* “You know after- after I was adopted,” After your parents died. “I was really lonely, I had a family that loved me and anything I asked for but I didn’t really have anyone to talk to” Oh god, why did you choose this story to pick? “Edward was probably the only friend my age I had for years.”

* She straightens up a little bit, a curious glint in her eyes.

* “Really?” You nod.

* “Yeah he would come by every Monday and Wednesday,” You still remember the crunch of the snow under your feet as you both walked to the barn. He always asked why you didn’t just run, and you always told him because you liked the way you could see your breath hang in the air,

* “He could have been out that time, hanging out with other people,” More well adjusted vampires, who hunted instead of harvesting small amounts from animals they raised. “or chasing girls and playing sports, but he stayed with me.”

* “He always made me feel safe, and I’m sure whoever is lucky enough to end up with him will feel that way too.”

* “I think you’re giving him too much credit” Bella finally says, you smile at her

* “what do you mean?”

* “Well, who wouldn’t drop everything to hang out with you?” You can’t tell if she’s being genuine or if she’s bitter. Your eyes meet hers and there’s a twinkle in them. ”My house is the one on the left, the one with the magnolia tree.”

* You come to a stop in front of the house she mentioned, shifting it into park, and handing her the keys.

* You don’t say anything as you climb out of her car. You see Edward stopped a few dozen feet behind her truck, your jeep still on.

* “Thanks for driving me home” She smiles at you, a real smile that reaches her eyes. It’s nice.

* “No problem, it gave me an excuse to ditch school too haha.” You both stand in awkward silence. Neither of you moving.

* Well damn what are you supposed to do now?

* “Oh, hey do you want me to bring you your homework or anything?”

* She perks up at that, reaching into her pocket

* “If you don’t mind, could you text me what page he homework is on for trig today?”

* “ Oh for sure! No problem at all” You take her cell phone in your hand. It’s a white sidekick, with a picture of a cactus on the back. She must have gotten it when she moved.

* You can’t help but wonder if she has any friends she misses. She spent her entire life in one community, sure Phoenix is a pretty big place, but she must have had friends, people she sat with at lunch everyday, girls she had known since childhood, sleepovers where they whispered about boys they had crushes on.

* As you hand her phone back, your contact information saved in it, you can’t help but wonder who this person in front of you is. You know her, but at the same time, you know absolutely nothing about her.

* “See you Monday!” You wave goodbye as you get into the passenger side of your car, and Bella waits on the porch until you and Edward leave.

* Edward’s got that look on his face.

* “Edward why are you mad?”

* “I’m not mad.” He grumbles and you raise an eyebrow. He sighs.

* “You’re going out of your way an awful lot for that human.” He says as he turns back onto the highway.

* “It’s just the right thing to do Eddie.”

* He shakes his head, his mouth pinched into a frown

* “Just be careful, I don’t know what that one’s thinking, she could be planning to burn our entire coven for all I know.”

* You roll your eyes, yeah you bet Bella who weights exactly 115 pounds, and has anemia is single handedly planning to bring down the entire vampire race.

* “How about we make a deal, I’ll promise not to rock the boat while you and Emmett are gone-”

* “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret not covering my ears?”

*” If you promise to bring me back a bear cub - an orphaned one.” He gives you a look you don’t quite care for.

* “You want me to kill a mother bear so you can have a bear cub?”

* “No of course not! I’m just saying- Emmett doesn’t really look before he kills so if he kills a mother bear, just make sure you bring me the cubs.”

* “Why do you even want a bear? How are you planning to take care of it with all those deer around, they need a lot-”

* “Yes Dad I know it’s a big responsibility, don’t worry I won’t make you take it on walks or anything.”

* Edward gulps hard, one hand detaching from the steering wheel to cover his mouth.

* Wouldn’t it be positively sinful for you to be underneath him, whining ‘daddy, please’ in that breathy voice of yours and-

* Edward.exe is broken.

* “Dude you really need to get your shit together before you go on your trip, we’ve been parked for fifteen minutes and your foot is still on the brake.” You say as you get out of the car

* He hits his head against the steering wheel.

* “Yeah, I really do need to get my shit together.”

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ilikefandoms · 3 years

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Family Dinner - Robby Keene

Request - Hi, it's me again. You could write something in which the reader and Robby are in a secret relationship and Daniel notices that boy's passionate gaze and is curious to know who the mysterious young woman is who was leaving him like this, then asks him to invite her to a family dinner . It turns out that Daniel didn't even imagine that this girl was the golden student of Cobra Kai, almost as relentless as Tory and Samantha's number one rival. Throughout dinner, the reader does her best not to provoke a scene, even with Sam's indiscreet insinuations about her being a bad person and to make matters worse, a conversation about sexual orientation arises in a very prejudiced way from Louie and she is extremely offended after a prejudiced comment about bisexuality (she is bisexual, Robby knows and accepts this), Daniel ends up being faster and goes after her, the two talk very cute (almost father and daughter) and the two end up giving each other very well . Anyway, after all that mixture of emotions that was the night, Robby takes the reader home which leads to a lot of affection and kisses on her part (deep down, under that badass exterior she is just a big monster of affection ❤). Sorry if it took too long hahaha.

Pronouns used - She/Her

A/N - Disclaimer: I do not agree with anything that Louie says in this, it is purely for the storyline. I also kinda made Sam look like a bad guy...sorry Sam.

Warnings - Louie being a biphobic asshole, language

Word Count - 1593

You and Robby had a somewhat 'secret relationship'. You had both decided not to tell anyone, considering the rivalry between your respective dojos. Anyway, you were enjoying spending time with Robby alone.

Daniel had begun to get suspicious though. He had noticed that Robby had been acting different than usual, smiling at his phone, and getting home later. Daniel had made the fair assumption that Robby was in fact, seeing someone.

He had not-so subtilty brought up the question in conversation, taking Robby aback. Robby had admitted it though, and Mr Larusso had asked to meet this ‘Mystery Girl’, and asked Robby to invite you to family dinner.

So, here you were standing outside the Larusso’s house, having just texted Robby that you were here. You didn’t want Sam answering the door.

Robby opened the door, “Hey babe, why didn’t you knock?”

“I didn’t want Sam or someone opening it to see me,” you shrugged, “I’m just nervous I guess, what with mine and Sam’s rivalry, with Cobra Kai. Everything,”

Robby wrapped his arms around you, “It’s gonna be ok, alright. If it ends up being too awkward or whatever, we can leave,” he reassured.

“Thank you,”

He kissed your cheek, “Anytime. Ready to go in?” you nodded. Robby placed his hand in yours, and you walked in.

The Larusso’s house was beautiful, it had off-white walls, a mixture of hardwood and patterned flooring, and large windows. It was probably one of the nicest houses you’d ever been in.

“Hey Robby,” Amanda Larusso approached you, “This must be your girlfriend. I’m Amanda,”

“Y/N,” you said.

“it’s so great to meet you, Robby’s told us so much about you!” She said - even if this wasn’t true.

“No he hasn’t,” you said, with a weak chuckle.

“Okay, well... that’s true, but I hope to get to know you more today. Okay, we are eating outside today as it is a lovely night. Everyone else is already out there, make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” she said, smiling.

You both thanked her, before heading outside to where everyone was talking. “Hey everyone,” Robby made your presence known.

“Hey Robby!” Daniel greeted, before laying his eyes on you, when his smile faded. It was no secret that you were the Golden Student of Cobra Kai, you had even been known to take Miguel and Tory in fights, and of course...Sam.

“What is she doing here?” Sam exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

Your grip on Robby’s hand tightened. You had expected this, so you decided to stand your ground, “I was invited,” you asserted.

“Who would invite you here?” Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sam,” Robby said, in an attempt to calm her down.

It was at this point that her eye’s travelled down to where yours and Robby’s hands were enlaced. “Don’t tell me you’re actually dating this bitch,”

“Sam!” Daniel scolded, and just before an argument could come out, Mrs Larusso arrived, holding trays of food.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, mom. We’re fine,” Sam said, partially through gritted teeth.

**********

There had been evident silence since dinner had started, it was starting to get annoying, how Sam was giving you death glares from across the table. Anthony was doing the same, although he was just probably copying what Sam was doing.

Amanda then decided to break the silence, asking you a question “So, Y/N how did you and Robby meet?”

“We met at the skate park. Robby was tried to do a new trick, but it went wrong and his board ended up flying in my direction, he apologised, we started talking, and...here we are,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“Oh that’s sweet, and from what little Robby has said, you do karate?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, purposefully not saying your dojo’s name - even if Sam and Mr Larusso knew, you wanted to keep the dojo rivalry to a minimum.

“She’s top of her class as well,” Robby added, “She can easily beat me in a fight,”

“Only because you fight dirty,” Sam uttered underneath her breath.

You ignored her, “I wouldn’t say easily,” you protested, “But, yeah I can totally kick your ass,” you said, letting out a small laugh. Sam rolled her eyes

“Wow, that’s really impressive. What dojo do you go to,” Mrs Larusso asked.

“Oh, um, Cobra Kai,” you said, somewhat trailing off towards the end.

“Oh. Okay, is this why this dinner is being so awkward?” she said, and no-one answered, “Obviously it is,” she mumbled.

“Aren’t they the dojo that dislocated Robby’s shoulder?” Louie asked.

“Technically that was just Hawk,” Robby defended.

“Still doesn’t excuse their shitty teaching methods,” Sam said quietly.

Your hand balled into a fist. Her snarky comments were starting to fuel your anger. Robby placed his hand over yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles - an action that he knew calmed you, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, are you new to town? I can’t recall seeing you anywhere,” Amanda questioned, seemingly ignoring her daughters comments.

“Yeah, I only moved here 6 months ago. My mom got a new job,” you explained.

“Oh, what does you mom do?"

“She’s a real estate agent,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s cool,”

**********

Conversation slowly picked up from there, although that didn’t stop Sam from making remarks. It was like she was trying to get people to think you were a bad person, saying stuff like ‘Dad, I’m glad that you taught me and Robby the right way of karate’.

It was honestly taking a toll on you, you had to work hard to make a good impression, and not act out and make a scene.

“Mom, did I tell you that Moon has a girlfriend now?” Sam asked her mother.

“Oh, that’s lovely,”

“Yeah, it’s this Piper. She’s nice,” she explained.

“Moon is the girl that was dating that Hawk guy?” Louie butted in.

“Yeah,”

“Was she just gay all along then?”

“No, she’s just bisexual,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows at Louie’s question.

“Sam, come on. Bisexuality isn’t real,” you fists balled as Louie continued, “People are either gay or straight, you can’t like both, that’s just... unnatural,”

“Fuck this!” You yelled. You rose from your seat, and stormed out of the back yard.

“Louie, what the fuck?” Sam, and Amanda said in unison. Robby sat there glaring at Louie for a few seconds, before standing up to go after you. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder, and muttered an “I’ll go,” and went after you. Meanwhile, Amanda was kicking Louie out of the house, using language she would never use in front of her kids in any other sort of situation.

Daniel ran after you. “Y/N! Wait,”

“What do you want?” you said, wiping tears that had escaped.

“Look, I’m sorry for what Louie said. If it’s any consolation, Amanda is shouting at him, and kicking him out,” he stated.

“You can’t control what he said. It’s not your fault,”

“I know, but I’m still sorry, and I’m also sorry for what Sam has been saying. I know you two have your rivalry...thing, but it shouldn’t have come up,”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded.

“You did well for handling it as well as you did, had that of been me, I would’ve thrown hands,” he said, impressed.

“Oh, trust me I wanted to. It just doesn’t give off a good impression if you beat the shit out of the people your boyfriend’s living with,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, well I guess not,” he smiled.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well like, I’m a part of Cobra Kai. I’ve been in fights with your daughter, I’m not what people call the best ‘influence’ on people. Need I say more?” you said

“I see your point, but Robby trusts you. I’ve seen him improve since you two have been together, he seems happier, and if he trusts you, then I do too,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr Larusso,” you said, smiling at him.

“No problem kid,” he smiled back, “Now, if you want to stay for dessert, we have ice cream,” he offered.

“I think I’d just rather go home, if that’s okay,” you said.

“That’s totally fine, alright? I’ll go get Robby to take you home?”

“Yes please,” you said, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome. I’ll see you soon,”

“Bye”

Robby came out a minute after Daniel had left, and immediately hugged you, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.

“I will be. I just want to go home,” you replied.

“Okay, lets go, yeah?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head, yes.

**********

You and Robby had arrived at your house, and he walked you up to the front door. “Can you stay with me?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,”

You both made your way up the stairs and into your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes, and changed in the bathroom, before coming back to Robby.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little. Can we cuddle?”

He just laid down in your bed, and opened his arms for you to lay in. You positioned yourself in his arms so your head was on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating.

Robby kissed the top of your head. You shifted your head to look up at him. He kissed your lips.

You knew that this boy would be the death of you.

@blackoutgirx

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vogueinnie · 3 years

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✍︎︎ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

━ WARNINGS ; fem!reader, age gap (reader is 20 and seungmin is 27), mention of cigarettes, smut (focused on the reader’s pleasure), oral (f.), everything is just fluffy and awkward, kinda love at first sight ━ WORD COUNT ; 2.2k ━ NOTE ; feedback are so welcomed!!

“At your brother’s work ?!” You clear your throat and apologize for being loud, giving Yeji, your bestfriend, a death glare.

You were supposed to go at her house but, as clumsy as she is, she forgots the keys… in the house. You had two options ; go back to your own, which means procrastinating and giving zero fucks about your homeworks, or go to her brother’s work to take back the keys.

“Hum, yeah… But, there’s a little something… He needs his keys to close the shop, so… we have to work there…” Second death glare. “But you know him, he don’t give a fuck as long as we’re not noisy ! And his co-worker is cool too, I promise.”

You were friend with Yeji since you were a child. Of course you knew her old brother, Hyunjin was such a nice guy. He may seems cold on the outside but he has the warmest personality and had always made you feel like his own little sister even tho you haven’t seen him in a while, due to school.

You sighed at Yeji’s puppy eyes, nodding, knowing that you’ve already lost the battle. She was the best negociator.

That’s how you ended up in front of one of the most famous tattoo shop in your city. Indeed, Hyunjin was the owner of it with his long-time friend. They both were tattoo artists since more or less 2 years. According to Yeji, he was drawing before learning how to talk so it seems pretty logical for him to work in something artistic.

Without knowing why you felt a little bit uneasy, asking the blonde girl if she’s totally sure that it won’t bother Hyunjin and his friend to have you there. You were just students and for adults aged 27-28 years it could be annoying to hear you talk about your lessons. But she was quick to reassure you, even showing you her texts with her brother through her phone.

“Hyunjin ! We’re here !”

As soon as you entered the shop Yeji screamed at his brother and you clap your hand to her forehead.

“Shush ! What if he’s wor- “

“Hello to the prettiest girl heeeeere. No, Yeji, I’m not talking about you, you ugly rat.”

Your smile was immediate after the blond-haired and obviously tattooed boy puts you into a warm hug, patting your head while poking his tongue to his young sister, like the very 28 years old matured adult he is. He had no customers at the moment, and he was just working on some new design, but you can still hear some little machine noises so you guess his friend was tattoing someone in the practice room.

“It’s been a really long time Y/N, how are you ? C’mon, have a sit. Y’all need to work on your classes ? You can sit there, I’m just here, he shows you the sofa right beside the table with his index, if you need anything. You’re at home, here. Seungmin will be over in maybe fourteen minutes so you have time to work.”

You both nod in unision, sitting on the chairs to starts working on an unfinished cases while Hyunjin was giving you two glasses of water to finally go back to focus on his drawings. Yeji and you were sharing ideas, writing and making some researches on your respective laptops. No breaks were allowed unless you’ve finished what you’ve started.

“Maybe we should add the fact that... Hey, Seungmin !” Yeji’s smile was wide and she greets someone behind you, shaking her hands.

Politely, you turn around to face the one you’re supposed to be Hyunjin’s co-worker, Seungmin. You hold back your jaw from dropping on the ground the moment your eyes met his.

He was, honestly, the most beautiful human being you have ever seen. His dark purple hair where falling onto his forehead in a delicate way, covering half of his dark brown and absolutely magnetic eyes. His pretty nose was pierced with a silver ring and his lips were as pink as your burning cheeks. His broad shoulders were hidden in a large black t-shirt and at this right moment your eyes were glued to his inked forearms. Of course you’ve already seen inked people, Hyunjin was one of them, but him…There was something special about him.

“Hello ? Is anybody here ? Youhou, are you alive ?” You heard Hyunjin while he was moving his hands in front of Seungmin’s eyes causing you to cut the contact between the two of us.

Apparently, he was gazing in your eyes too.

“Yeah… yeah, sorry I was just thinking about... you know... stuffs. Hey, Yeji, you good?“ Even his voice was soft and smooth, almost honey-like. He comes closer to the desk you were working on so you immediately stand up, bowing down respectfully and you realized how taller he was compared to you. “Who are you ?”

You frowned your eyebrows, almost agape by his suddenly cold voice and distant attitude. Your eyes can’t no longer detach from each other, and you open slowly your mouth. Everything about him was fascinating, from his lack of expression to the way he was nervously playing with his fingers. Well, you supposed it was nervosity.

“I... I’m Y/N. I’m Yeji’s friend, I’m sorry if we’ve disturb you.”

He hums and nods, leaning over you to take his cigarettes pack and you gulp silently at your sudden proximity. His strong and wooded scent was all around you, making you melt. You had the perfect view on the two black eyes drawn on his throat and you almost felt judged by them from acting like a teenager. It felt like they were staring into your soul, knowing your deepest secrets.

But the most humiliating part was probably the Hwang’s suggestive look on you.

—————————————✰ —————————————

You were so stupid. Nobody could be dumber than you. You were at the highest rank of stupidity. Idiot was your second name.

You sigh, dry throat and shaking hands. You were at the front door of Hyunjin and Seungmin’s tattoo shop. Alone. Indeed, yesterday your brain wasn’t working like usual, thanks to one particular man, and you forgot your phone there. Yes, your phone. You were that distracted. It was 2pm and Yeji couldn’t come with you cause she had classes, but you didn’t. And you really needed your phone after almost a day without it.

You came into the shop, looking all around you to realize that Hyunjin wasn’t here. Seungmin was staring at you from across the room, coming closer to you with your treasure in his hand, and you had forget for a moment how much his inked hands looks like. You stare at the pretty heart drawn on his thumb, the long black line on his major digit and the word “ LOVE “ on his wrist. You were so focused that you almost forgot about your phone.

“You like them ?” You jump at his slow voice and you can feel your cheeks burning instantly. Were you really that dumb to fix your eyes on his hands ? “You can touch them, if you want.”

He puts your phone on the table near you, holding out his two hands in front of you. It was almost sureal. Two adults, standing in front of each other awkardly. You can’t hide the excited smile to grows on your lips and with softness you touch his tattoos with the tip of your index finger, retracing them as if it was a pen. You were surprised by the softness of his pretty skin.

“They are so pretty... You points at a cute little smiley on his other hand. This one is my favorite ! You hear him chuckles, looking at you with such fondly eyes you were so destabilized. You back off him when you realize the situation, biting your lips. I’m sorry... I... I was just... I mean, you know, my phone...”

“You can stay. He said quickly. Hyunjin isn’t here and I have no appointment. I’ve heard you were working on some juridic cases yesterday and I... Well, I have a master in law, so I was wondering maybe I can help you ?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, first cause he was offering you to stay with him, alone, and second cause he has done the same studies as you, something you wouldn't have thought of.

The both of you were then sitting in the sofa, casually talking as if you knew each other since forever. You’ve discovered that he didn’t wants to be a lawyer but his parents had always put some pressure on him to have what they liked to call a good job. And it wasn’t his way of thinking, he wanted to feel free, to love his job and not to feel any pressure from anyone. He was so kind to you, making you more feel comfortable than yesterday. Shy, sweet, talkative and curious about anything you’re saying. A 28 years old man, mature, understanding and independant.

Needless to say that you didn’t talk about your school lessons, but just about the two of you. Also needless to say that you were fascinated. There was just something about his eyes scanning you everytime you were talking, and it felt so good to be the center of his attention. Your conversations were so fluids, you couldn’t hold back yourself to talk and to look at his beautiful features.

“Mind if I draw on you?” He cuts you off when you were talking, grabbing his colorful pens that was near him. He looks at you with his still hypnotic dark eyes and you nod your head with a shy smile. He kneels down infront of you on the ground as you were still sitting on the sofa. You internally thank the beautiful days for allowing you to put on a skirt. “Can I draw on your thighs? I mean, I have a big idea! But I want you to discover it, but if it makes you uncomfortable I-”

“No, no! It’s ok! You can, of course, do it Seungmin. I trust you.”

He smiles timidly, probably knowing that he got a little carried away. He was so passionnate about art that you couldn’t refrein him to do what he has to.

Seungmin then starts drawing on one of your legs, starting from your ankle to your knee. He draws pretty colorful flowers on your skin, it was so soft and beautiful you can’t stop staring at his work on you. He quickly reaches the level of your thigh and he was so close to you that you felt his hot breath against your shivering skin. You felt you mind dizzy for a moment, as his lips were also close to you. Unconsciously you tighten your legs between them, which makes him raise his face to look at you. His pupils were now totally black and this view of him between your legs was all you needed to lose your mind.

You softly grab his hair, making him smirk and immediatly starts to kiss your two thighs. He was so soft, taking his time to discover all of your sensitive spots. And you ? You were already lost, spreading your legs slowly so he can be placed correctly between them. Your inner thighs was his target, he sucks your flesh and you whines at the feeling.

“Please...” You see him smile, licking everywhere but your heat spot. Even your pubic area was drowned in sweet kisses. “Please, I... Do something I can’t...”

Seungmin hums, gripping your legs so they can rest against his shoulders. He lifts your skirt up, moving your pantie on the side and take his time to look at your intimate parts with hungry eyes. You clear your throat, embarassed that he looks at you like that and he gives your clit a kiss.

“So fucking pretty... Fuck, Y/N you’re so pretty, look at that pretty flower...” You chuckles at the surname he gaves to your womanhood.

He doesn’t waste any more time and starts kissing your wet folds at a slow pace, taking his time to taste your wetness. His tongue was heaven like against you, he was so precise and slow, you couldn’t contain your moans escaping your mouth. His plump lips surround your bud, sucking on it and circling his wet muscle all around your swollen one.

Your legs tighten against his head as you feel the heat waves crashing against your lower abdom like a delicious torment.

Two of his fingers join his tongue and he finally insert them in your clenching wetness. Your eyes rolls back the moment you feel yourself kinda full, but you lost it the moment he curls his fingers inside of you to stroke your sweetest no-return point.

You moan his name, biting your lips, moving your hips against his magical mouth as he helps you rode your orgasm, pumping his two fingers in you while licking tirelessly your folds and clit the fastest as he can.

Your breath was cut, and you can feel him gives butterflies kisses on you, replacing correctly your clothes on you. He stands up, cleaning his own fingers by licking them which make you blush at the view. He strokes your messy hair, kissing your forehead with a reassuring smile.

“I think I’ve found my muse.”

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todorosy · 3 years

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Dark Academia // Todoroki Shouto

Uhh what if UA was drenched in the dark academia aesthetic? Because I am a filthy whore for turtlenecks.

Todoroki Shouto

It was half past 1AM. You know you should be sleeping, but the old creaking of the house and the constant tapping on your windows from the wind hitting the trees were deafening.

You climb out of bed, barely flinching at the cold wooden floors under your feet. You weren’t quite as familiar with the layout of the house as you were when you were a child, but due to your parent’s busy lives with work, you didn’t want to be left home alone during your winter break. Graciously, Endeavor, a close family friend, had offered his home to you for the next month. Of course you took up the offer. The beautiful high ceiling library, the magnificent grand piano, delicious and expensive tea? How could you say no?

The only downside was Shouto.

You’ve known each other since you were children but you two had always had a “friendly” rivalry as your years in boarding school progressed. You would go head to head in class seminars, sports, the speech and debate team, exams, and etc. You despised him and his prestigious attitude, but yet you two had always remained in each other's circle. Rumors arose, but it was hard to say when others would see yourselves having a screaming match in the hallways and studying together in the library that same evening.

Though your parents were very close to each other and insisted on spending dinners, vacations, and outings together- the banters and childish arguments continued then too.

With the moonlight shearing through the curtains, you were able to make your way towards the library. Your favorite room in the house. You cracked the door just enough to slip in. It was pitch black. You feel around the walls for the light switch before you notice a single lit candle on the table.

You grab a candle holder before making your way in between the bookshelves. You run your fingers along the old leather spines of the books. What were you feeling for tonight? Some Samuel Beckett? Sylvia Plath? Maybe something comedic.

“Looking for something?” A voice breaks the silence from behind you.

You quickly gasp and turn around. The candle in your hand illuminates a familiar face that stood a few inches away from yours.

“Christ, Shouto. Don’t scare me like that.” You quickly compose yourself, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders.

“What are you doing up so late? Shouldn’t someone like you be tucked away to bed already?” He cocks an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes. “Oh don’t patronize me, shit head. I could ask you the same thing.” You brush past him to continue searching the shelves. "A princess like you needs their beauty sleep."

From behind you, you hear his footsteps following you.

“Ah, I missed that. You’ve been avoiding me like the plague since you’ve gotten here. Makes me miss our in-class discussions.”

“You missed me, huh? I wished the feelings were mutual.” You tease. “In fact, I think your presence is quite suffocating.” You say peering over your shoulder at him.

He trails behind you and slithers a hand around your waist and pulls you close with your back to him.

“Now you better watch your words. You are in my home after all, and we are lost in between these bookshelves. It would be a shame if...” He leans over your shoulder and blows out the candle providing the only source of light in the room.

“It would be a shame if I poured this hot candle wax all over you, peabrain. Now it's pitch black and I can't see anything.” You groan.

“You’re telling me you didn’t light anymore out in the main study room? Good job, stupid.” He scoffs and releases you from his grip.

“Well why did you blow out the candle in the first place? This isn’t an erotic scene in Twilight. Get real.” You roll your eyes and turn to face him. "And stop stalking me. I wanted to come down here and escape the overwhelming Todoroki presence.

“I couldn’t help myself, you're just too easy to annoy." His voice suddenly goes low "But anyways, I'm glad I caught you because I've been meaning to discuss some things with you.” His voice suddenly goes low.

“What is it? Can't it wait until the morning or is it that dire?” You cock an eyebrow.

"Well it could've if you weren't fleeting every room I step into." He rolls his eyes.

You were suddenly less than a feet from each other. You could barely make out his face in the darkness, but he held onto your wrist to make sure you weren’t a fog in the dark.

“But no, it's not as serious as it sounds. I’ve just been wondering a lot lately. We've known each other since we were pretty much born right?"

"Right...?"

"Well, how do you really feel about me? Drop the academic rivalry stuff. Can you actually not stand my presence?"

You almost snorted out a laugh.

“Are you serious? You created this dramatic build up just to ask me that?” You try to suppress your laughter. "How old are you again?

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you met his gaze. He looked much more innocent than he did earlier. His hair was disheveled. His eyes were tired. I took you a second to calculate an answer.

“Okay, okay. I won’t tease you." You let out a sigh. "But... I think you’re infuriating at times. Annoying. Prideful.” You begin. “But you’re a good rival. You keep me on my toes. So I don't hate you as much as everyone thinks I do. Only a smidgen I guess." You playfully say.

“Ah okay. Ditto to you. Princess complex. Always have to be so pristine and proper around everyone.” He chuckles under his breath “But you know I don’t hate you either. You keep things interesting over at UA. I like having you around.”

A blush dusted over your cheeks. You’ve never seen Shouto get so into his emotions. He’s usually as serious as ever and keeps conversation casual at most. You had to admit to yourself that you did have an infatuation with him when you were at the ripe age of 13, but that was quickly repressed when you were competing for the entrance to UA.

“Yeah...I’m glad we were both accepted into UA." You awkwardly look down at your feet. "But why'd you ask anyways?”

"I'm not sure. I guess I was just trying to predict how our dynamic would play out after we grow up and part ways onto our own careers."

"I see. I mean if I'm being blunt, we're not exactly bffs. Kinda."

You’ve always seen him in a different light than your peers. They always complimented him and boasted about him and were envious of his intelligence, but you knew him better than that, which is why your relationship was so confusing.

"How has.." You begin "...your father been?"

His breath hitches before he sighs. He then lets out a scoff. You feel his hands fall from your wrist.

"He's been the same guy he's always been. You know how it is." You could hear the sad smile in his voice.

"I do." You reply sadly.

"I want to be a writer. A journalist even. He wants me to take over his company. It's pathetic. There's no chance that I'd be able to run a business and write on the side."

"Hey, don't talk like that." You cut him off. "Who says you can't just drop the business all together and pursue writing? You've got brains in your head and the heart of a lion."

"Now watch yourself. if you keep talking like that, I might risk it all right now." He chuckles.

"I'm serious." You firmly put both your hands on his shoulder now, giving them a hard squeeze. "You don't have to be who your father wants you to be. I support you. Even if I want to rip your face off sometimes, you know I'll always be rooting for you."

There was a moment of silence between you two. He stood there, eyes gazing into your own like a lost child searching for something. You didn't know, but he appreciated your words more than you may think. He's been waiting his whole life for some reassurance and some escape from the path he's been forced upon.

"Thank you Y/N. Really." He pulls you in for a hug and it feels like all of the air from your lungs and is replaced with the soft scent of sweet mint and lemons. You hug him back tighter, smothering your face in his chest.

"No problem. You know, all these years of insults aren't for nothing." You mutter. "I want you to be the best version of yourself."

He moves his hands from your back to cup your face and head. He pulls away just enough to plant a gentle peck on the top of your head. You stayed intertwined like that for a few moments longer. You felt your body overheat under the thick blanket draped over your shoulders, but you didn't move.

"Y/N."

"Uh..yeah?" You muffle out. Your heart was racing.

"I think this is the first time we've hugged. Ever." He chuckles. "A lot of people would be jealous, you know."

"Aaanndddd... you've officially ruined it." You roll your eyes and push him away. "Get a lot of bitches, Shouto? Huh? You're such a hot shot, right?"

"Of course. I am a Todoroki after all." He teases.

"Ah yes. Nothing else to admire other than your family name." You began making your way down the aisle of books back to where you came from, he follows right behind you. "I thought you never cared about romance and all that bullshit."

He ponders the idea for a second.

"I've been around. Relationships are distracting and not many people catch my attention anyways."

You and Shouto make it to the main study where you light more candles around, dimly lighting the room just enough to see each other's faces.

"Oh? You've been around?" You ask with amusement, browsing through many of the books stacked on the table. "I've always thought you were too good for anyone. Might I say, a pure virgin boy?"

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes. "I've had my fair share of flings and dates. Bet you can't say the same can you, prude? Not even a first kiss?"

"As if I have the choice. My father wouldn't let me waste any time with a significant other, and I know for a fact that yours wouldn't either." You scoff. "And I've actually kissed lots of people! And I bet all of them would say I'm decently good too!"

You start to feel your stomach twist. You lied. You've never had your first kiss. You've always ran away from confessions and confrontations. You have your back turned to Shouto, mindlessly flipping through the books to mask your nervousness but your clammy hands could instantly give you away.

You feel a hot breath exhale onto your bare neck, making you instantly turn around to face the tall figure blocking your view. You look up to lock eyes with the boy you grew up learning to despise.

He picks up a strand of your hair and twirls it between his fingers. "You know, after spending so much time with you for all these years, I think I have a pretty good idea of your mannerisms. Especially when you're telling the truth or not."

"You don't know anything about me, Todoroki." You stand your ground and glare up at him.

"You've never had your first kiss. You've never felt someone else's skin on yours." He states, running his fingers down your strand of hair. "Don't lie about it. I know you."

"And if I haven't then why is it any of your business?" You spit back.

"It's not, but just wanted you to admit it. You're not the winner you think you are, Y/N."

Your face erupts in fire, but you keep your composure calm.

"The winner? Sweetheart, I'm the prize" You snarl.

You step forward, making him stumble back.

"You think you're so desired. You think you have everybody wrapped around your finger, but listen here, babe." He eventually hits the wall on the other side of the room. His eyes are wide.

"You can have anyone you want. You can swoon as many as you would like, but you can't have me."

You grab the back of his neck and pull his face close to yours. You're damn near on your tippy toes just to reach him, but you make the effort flawless. His breath hitches as you're just a few inches away from each other. You squeeze your eyes shut and connect your lips together like a hard punch.

He felt frozen, but slowly matched your lips. His hand harshly grips the side of your neck as if he's slipping away.

You were on fire. Your feet were ready to cramp up from holding the position for so long, your eyes were begging to open to see whether or not his were, your hand on the back of his neck was getting even more clammy, and you honestly felt like you could throw up for the bold move you just made.

You ripped away and stumbled a few steps back.

"But I can have you. And that's what makes me the winner."

You turn around and quickly escape, leaving him and your dignity in the study.

At least you left with your pride.

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ri-ahhh · 3 years

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good times

things come to a head, as it were. part 3 in this lil trilogy.

warnings: kinda long, almost all smut, probably one of the dirtier things I’ve written in a while

A/N: once again, I apologize this is so long and there’s no keep reading break. Even if tumblr did work on my laptop, my cat chewed up my charger and it’s dead so.. yeah. Sorry again.

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The next afternoon finds you and Grayson in his car, munching on a lunch of Monty’s and sitting in otherwise companionable silence as Cudi’s album plays quietly from the speakers.

You had slept like a rock the night before. The heat from Grayson’s body in his almost too-comfy bed beneath the fluffy comforter, with his arm slung around your waist to keep you close to him all night, had lulled you off to sleep faster than you can ever remember having done before.

The orgasm might have helped, too. But it was him that had kept you safe and cozy and warm enough to wake up feeling like a new woman.

Enough so that you let him coax you awake in the middle of the sunrise this morning, his eyes puffy but cheeks full as he grinned down at you sleepily and pushed a rogue chunk of hair out of your face. That gruff morning voice convinced you to do the unthinkable — leave the bed and go on a morning jog with him.

“Fine,” you had grumbled, not sounding nearly as sexy as him with your raspy, unused voice. “But you owe me.”

Grayson chuckled, and you felt the dip in the mattress as he stood up and stretched. “Owe you what?”

You cracked an eye open and watched him, the thick muscles all over his body elongating as he lifted his arms over his head with a big yawn. He’s just wearing his underwear, and you’re suddenly very conscious of the fact that you’re similarly dressed in a pair of his boxers and his hoodie he had given you after... everything.

He says your name, and your eyes zip to his handsome face; away from where they had been admiring the perfect curve of his ass in those skin-tight briefs.

“Huh?”

He’s full-on smirking at you, and frustratingly you can feel the flush creep into your cheeks despite yourself. You groan and bury your face in the pillow. “Shut up.”

To your surprise, the bed shifts again as he climbs back onto it on his knees. You turn your head just in time for him to dip down and press his lips to your temple gently.

“I said you can tell me what I owe you after we’re done with our run.” He yanks the covers back, and your disapproving whine turns into a giggly yelp when he smacks your ass lightly. “Chop chop, little onion. Let’s go.”

The run wasn’t bad, even though you had to borrow a pair of shorts and some tennis shoes that were a half size too small for you from Kristina. He let you pick the playlist to play through the speaker on his phone, and you actually enjoyed the rush of crisp morning air around you. But after putting you through a watered-down version of his calisthenics workout after the run, you decided that what he owed you was a nice, juicy vegan burger to replenish yourselves.

“You know what I just realized?”

You’re halfway through sucking a big bite of ice cream off your spoon when he breaks the comfortable quiet between you. Your brows raise in question, and he casually throws another fry into his mouth before continuing, eyeing you through the side of his sunglasses.

“After all we’ve done lately... we’ve never even kissed.”

That throws you for a loop. Your gaze drifts unseeing out the windshield as you consider his observation. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall that happening, either.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you say, pulling the now-clean spoon out of your mouth. You scoop a bit of whipped cream onto it, and slip it in again as you look up at him with a smirk. “At least, not on the lips.”

He gives a little huff of laughter through his nose, accepting the bite of ice cream you offer him. There’s a brief moment of silence as he sits back in his seat a bit and swallows. “We should change that.”

You’re hunting through the cup of milkshake to find the perfect chunk of Oreo when he says it, and you jerk your head in surprise. “Oh.. yeah?”

Grayson nods and smiles. “Yeah.”

You swallow. Why are you suddenly so nervous? “Now?”

He shrugs. “Now. Later. Doesn’t matter. I just think we should.”

“Why?”

What a dumb question, you tell yourself, mentally giving yourself a face-palm. Grayson seems unfazed by it, though, and just keeps looking at you softly as he sucks a bit of salt off his thumb before crumpling up his napkin and stuffing it in the paper bag.

“Just doesn’t sit right with me that I’ve licked your pussy and not — well, your other lips.”

“Grayson!” He’s unbelievable, saying stuff like that so casually. You reach for his tea and take a big chug, feeling your face heat up while he laughs heartily.

“What? It’s true!” He snatches the drink back and takes his own sip, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Are you forgetting that the first time I saw you naked was when you masturbated for me? Don’t get shy on me now, babe.”

You pout at him, annoyed,because he’s right. You don’t even have an explanation for why you’re being like this; one of the reasons you and Gray always got on so well from the beginning is because you had basically no filter with each other, both comfortable with talking about everything from bathroom habits to hookups. But there’s a level of intimacy you now share with him that does, indeed, have you... well, shy. Anxious.

Excited.

Grayson must sense a shift in your energy, or maybe he just notices the way your eyes suddenly can’t stay off his lips, try as they might. He sits the drink in the cup holder, and you both subconsciously shift in your seats to face each other better. His hand reaches out and cups your cheek, his long fingers curling around your jaw and into your hair, his thumb brushing your lower lip gently.

His hazel eyes dart to your mouth, then back to your eyes, and there’s a mutual movement the both of you make toward one another, so that neither could claim or decide who moved first. But suddenly his lips are planted softly on yours — much softer than you would have anticipated for Grayson to be. They’re firm for a second as you both process the moment, but it’s definitely you who quickly lets out a little gasp and shifts just enough so his full bottom lip gets trapped between yours.

His breath is warm as it escapes through his nose, and there’s pure electricity when he pulls you closer with that hand on your face that slides to the back of your neck. Your own hand clutches at his arm as the other uses the console for leverage to push yourself towards him, too, all while you take turns sucking and nipping each other’s lips.

Your mouths are slippery when you finally part for breath, however much later that is. You both sit back in your respective seats, chests heaving a bit as you smile to yourselves and consider how amazing that first kiss was.

“Gray?”

He looks at you, brow raised but swollen lips lifted.

“I don’t want to stop.”

Grayson’s eyes darken, heat smoldering in his gaze as he lets out a deep breath, reaching for your hand. “Fuck. C’mere, please.”

You shake your head, even though your body is screaming to give in to his request and scramble into his lap. “Too busy outside,” you point out, nodding to the hustle and bustle of LA right outside the window.

Grayson sighs again and interlaces your fingers together. “Buckle up, then. Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, and before you know it he’s putting the car in drive and taking off down the road.

“Too bad we’re not in the Tesla,” you say slyly, unlocking your hand from his so you can rub your palm across his lap. You grin when you feel the start of his erection beneath the thin shorts he’s wearing.

“God...” Grayson takes your hand again and kisses the back of it before tangling you’re fingers again and holding them together over the gearshift. “Next time, baby, next time.”

Your heart thrills at the thought of a ‘next time,’ but for now you concentrate on making it home for this time.

By some kind of miracle, there’s hardly any traffic on the way back to the house. The air is electric between you the whole time, and Grayson barely has the car in park once the gate is shut and you’re in the driveway before he’s unbuckling and throwing himself at you.

You welcome his kiss with a moan, sliding your fingers through his thick hair as you welcome his invading tongue past your lips. It slides against yours with practiced ease that has you positively melting into your seat — which you’re made aware you’re still trapped in by the locking of the seatbelt when you try to lunge at him to get even closer.

Grayson grunts, and presses the little red button for you as he rips his mouth away, then leans across your body with his eyes locked on yours the whole time to open the passenger door.

No words are needed; the look you two share does enough talking. You both scramble out of the car, holding hands as soon as you meet again. Grayson leads you to the front door as you hurry behind him, and you follow him past the threshold closely. Luckily, there’s no one between you and his room to stop and ask questions or pass judgments, and the click of his bedroom door is the final barrier you need before you’re on each other like wild rabbits.

You reach hastily for each other’s tops right at the same time, and you both smile quickly. He lets you go first, raising his arms above his head so you can whip his t-shirt off with relative ease, even though you have to go on your tip-toes. You barely get the chance to admire all those smooth muscles before you’re blinded by the fabric of your own shirt.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” Grayson says lowly, admiring your tits in your sports bra for a second before he’s removing that, too. You smile shyly and help him rid you of the constricting garment, throwing it across the room once it’s cleared your head.

“Me too.” He’s pulling out your ponytail next, letting your hair cascade around your shoulders freely. You step back and kick your shoes off while he does the same, tugging off your shorts and underwear as well before jumping back into his arms once you’re both naked.

Grayson groans and hoists you up, and your legs lock around his waist as his lips find your neck. His dick, already completely hard, gets trapped between your hips and his belly, and you rock into it slowly. You sigh with modicum of relief it brings, and your eyes roll back when he bites down at the junction of your shoulder. You thread your fingers tightly into the hair at the back of his head to hold him there. “Fuck... Gray..”

He grunts in response, turning to walk you to the unmade bed you had both vacated just that morning. You cling to him as he lays you down, unwilling to let him go far even though he’s quite literally completely on top of you. He puts enough space between your torsos so he has room to gaze down at you beneath him. Hair fanned out on the pillow, dark red marks already rising to the surface of your skin, breasts full and heaving.

“So beautiful,” he says, sliding a hand up your side, stopping to squeeze your waist, which makes you squirm, before cupping one of your breasts in that calloused palm.

He’s the beautiful one, really. His eyes are soft and sweet, glowing a certain shade of green you’ve only seen a couple of times by now. His muscles bulge, his lips extra pink and puffy. His dick stands tall and thick between you.

He’s almost too much, too perfect. But you can’t let this go any further without making sure he knows what you really want of him, more than anything.

“Gray,” you say his name again, getting his full attention. You grin demurely up at him, and reluctantly take his hand away from where he’s squeezing your tit pleasurably. Eyes locked on his, you kiss his warm palm before murmuring. “I don’t want to stop.”

He looks a little confused, and his thumb strokes your cheekbone slowly. “I know, baby. Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

You nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. But I just — I don’t want to stop ever. I want to be able to have you all the time. Whenever.”

Grayson keeps staring down at you, and you blush furiously even as a smile breaks across his handsome features. “Are you saying you want to be together? Like for real?”

You sigh in relief, and hold his hand still so you can nuzzle your cheek against it. “Yeah. I - you know I suck at words.”

Grayson chuckles and lowers down to his elbows, his mouth so close to yours you can feel his sweet breath against your lips. “I do. It’s fucking adorable.”

Your smile turns wider for a second, but in the next you bite your lip and you wrap your arms around his neck to keep him exactly where he his. Your fingers dip down to blindly trace the lion tattoo on his sinewy back. “Do you - I mean, do you want the same?”

His expression softens, and he stares down at you for a moment before answering you with a gentle kiss.

“Absolutely,” he mumbles against your lips. “Didn’t I just tell you: I’ve wanted it for a long time now.”

“Let’s not waste any more, then,” you whisper heatedly, the drive to become completely consumed by him glaring up in your chest, your belly, your pussy once more.

Grayson seems to be on the same page, because the kiss he meets you with this time is hot and heavy and has you grinding into each other with thick moans and hands all over one another.

You wiggle your hand in the minute space between your bodies to grasp his dick, which is already slick from your juices. You watch his face as you give him slow, steady pumps, swirling the precum around his slit and twisting your fist at the head.

“Want this dick inside me,” you whisper, a fierce edge to your voice that has him biting his lip with a groan and his hips thrusting hard into your hand.

He shakes his head, whether in disbelief or an answer to your demand, you’re not sure. “Lemme eat your pussy again.”

Any other time, you would already be pushing on those broad shoulders, but not now. “The last couple weeks have been enough foreplay, I think. I want all of you, right now.”

He stares deeply into your eyes, as if he’s checking to make sure you’re sure, and you nod at him.

Grayson sighs and slips his hand down to join yours, wrapping around your slimmer one to guide him inside you together. You both inhale sharply, and let go of his cock as he sinks deeper, eyes locked once again while he slides home.

“God... damn,” he whispers harshly, tucking his hand behind your neck and dragging you up the short distance to meet his mouth.

You whine in return against his lips and hitch your knees higher up his waist, rubbing his back comfortingly as you both acclimate to him being inside you for the first time. He’s already stretching you out better than anyone has before, made even more intense by the fact that it’s Grayson in you, on you, around you.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg sweetly, the pet name slipping past your lips with surprising ease.

You nip and suckle his earlobe, moaning loudly when he obeys and pulls out almost completely before pushing back in to the hilt slowly.

Grayson builds a rhythm like that, steady and perfect as he follows your cues to give you exactly what you want. When you whimper for him to fuck you harder, he sits up just enough to hook your knees over his elbows, then leans down over your body once again to thrust into you with an even better angle with better leverage.

“You want it like that?” he asks shakily, his voice gruff and full of sex as he pumps in and out of your pussy with dangerously smooth, even strokes that have you crying out his name in answer. Your hands claw at his thick, round shoulders, nails digging into the snake head and the bird feathers inked into his golden skin “Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good. So fuckin wet, baby.”

You force your eyes open and stare at his flushed face, admiring the sweat clinging to his chest and brow and the way his chain dangles between you. One of your hands leaves his shoulder and hooks a finger into the silver, using it to tug him down for a deep, wet kiss that has your toes curling in the air.

The angle change has you gasping against his mouth, your lips dropping open against his as you tell him desperately, “Right there, right there...” and slide your hand between your bodies to rub the perfect slow circles on your clit.

He must feel you getting tighter around him, because he groans into your open mouth, sliding his tongue inside to meet yours sloppily. “Oh my god, baby, you gonna cum? Huh?”

You let your loud, breathy cries be his answer, until your moaning out his name as you clamp vice-like around his dick.

Grayson’s hand knocks yours out of the way when he feels it falter, and he takes over for you so you can ride out the bliss without distractions. He slows his thrusts inside you, until your breath has calmed down some and the flutters of your pussy fade away.

You open your eyes to find him enthralled by your blissful features, and smile up at him tiredly. Grayson lets your legs fall from his arms, and you wrap them instead around his waist, your hands finding the sweaty planes of his back. “Holy shit...”

“Yeah?” Grayson smirks down at you. His hands find your breasts and squeeze them, his thumbs rubbing your nipples, before letting one hand travel up to your jaw. He slips his thumb past your lips, letting you suck on it with pure seduction in your eyes as your hips twitch beneath his.

“Your turn,” you murmur, arching your back when he sits up to his knees and takes hold of your waist. You thrust your arms beneath your pillow, letting your tits bounce enticingly with every hard thrust he gives you in search of his own release. His eyes flit impatiently between where his glistening cock is disappearing over and over inside your swollen pussy, to your chest, to your pretty face begging him with both eyes and quiet whispers to let you have it.

It doesn’t take long for him to let out a guttural growl and pull out quickly, jerking off over your stomach as he shoots ropes up your torso. You hum contently and take over for him, thoroughly enjoying the warm liquid white streaking up your skin as you watch him fall apart.

Grayson collapses next to you weakly, chest heaving as he comes back down to earth. You grin and slide over to snuggle up to him, kissing his pec when he throws a heavy arm over your shoulders to hold you there as best he can in the moment.

You give him the time he needs, until he’s turning his head and coaxing your lips to his. You indulge him for a moment, then pull away with a low hum.

“We should shower,” you suggest with a happy sigh. You look down at your tummy and breasts, chuckling. “Your cum kind of got everywhere.”

Grayson laughs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You smirk and grab his hand, using his own finger to collect a streak that’s managed to stay almost completely on your skin, scooping it up and sucking it into your mouth with your eyes on his. You give him a wink.

“Won’t be the last, either.”

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