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beabeemu · 10 months

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All This Time Pt. 5

Itoshi Rin x Reader

SERIES!!! Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt. 4 Pt. 6

Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way. I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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During the first half, Rin’s game was sloppy, it wasn’t as sharp compared to his last games. The coach was kind of pissed, so he yelled for itoshi to get his head in the game. Throughout the first half, Rin was only assisting and wasn’t able to score any goals. Something was wrong with him, and others noticed it too.

“Mama, is itoshi-san ok? Is he sick?”

“He probably is love. Don’t worry he’ll be fine”

The first half ended, then began their 15 min break, the coach was yelling at Rin, and I had to cover Rei’s ears because he was cursing too much.

(With Rin)

“ITOSHI! What the hell was that play?!?!?!! Do you want me to sub for you for the whole season?!?!?!? Fix whatever issues you have with yourself or else!!!” Coach walked out and I can feel my teammate's eyes on me, but I just looked at the grass below my feet.

“What the fuck was that?!?!” Shidou yelled at me, But I didn’t care. Coach wants me to fix things? So that’s what I’ll do. I ignored them all and made my way to the crowd, there were fewer people now so this was the best timing if anything.

The kid noticed me right away and started waving frantically, and my eyes softened, Now that I’m this close to them, I finally see the resemblance of Y/n in her. Y/n however is oblivious to my presence because she was talking on her phone with someone. Meanwhile, the kid was leaning over the railing trying to get a closer look at me, I was just looking back at her.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Miya Rei!! I’m a huge fan of you! Itoshi-san!!”

I smiled at her, her voice as sweet as hers. After hearing her last name, It just confirmed every assumption and theory I had in my mind

“Is she your mom?” I pointed toward the woman beside her, She quickly nodded, and I asked her for her name, “Y/N!”

Y/N flinched at the sudden scream of her name, she looked over at Rei, noticing her sudden change of position her eyes went towards me. I couldn’t see her face well because of her mask and shades.

“Y/N”

I said, I saw her flinch a little, then she muttered my name.

“Rin…”

“Take those off for me, will you? I wanna see your face”

Rei was just astonished at the interaction. Rei had her hand up indicating for Y/n to give her the shades, she hesitantly did, then soon her mask followed.

Then my whole world stopped again. She was still as beautiful as ever, maybe even more. She leaned down the railings and I slightly flinched, This is probably my most vulnerable state ever.

“What are you doing Rin? Go back to your team”

“Can we talk after the match?”

She was about to answer, but Rei beat her to it.

“YES! But only if you win itoshi-san!!”

Y/n was speechless, but she didn’t make a move on correcting her either.

“I’ll score a lot of goals for you both rei, ok?” She gave me the widest smile she could and nodded frantically.

Then the ref blew his whistle indicating that the 15 minutes are over. I looked at both of them one last time and said “Wait for me ok?”

“Ok!!” rei answered, Y/n just nodded, and that was enough reassurance for me.

I ran towards my team, they were all staring at me curious as to who they were. They were about to ask but I only ran towards the field not giving them a single glance.

(Back to you)

My heart is pounding, I can feel my face getting hot. He still has the same effect on me even after all these years. I can feel the stares of people around me, along with the players on the bench. They noticed the interaction, the good thing was that we were speaking in Japanese, so I was hoping that they didn't understand our conversation.

The second half began. And everyone noticed the change in Rin’s game. Suddenly he was even better, exceeding his limits. He scored 2 goals 20 minutes in. As I was holding Rei who was jumping up and down on her seat cheering for Rin, Someone tapped my shoulder.

“Are you itoshi rin’s girlfriend or are you perhaps his wife?”

The guy behind me said in English, good thing that my job needed you to be fluent in English so I understood him perfectly.

I shook my head while saying “Oh! No, hahaha I’m not. I just know him”

He seemed to let it go after Rin scored another goal. Rei cheered louder, I just held her so that she wouldn’t fall. She was cheering for the both of us, I looked at Rin who was focused on winning the game. The score was now 4 - 3 with PXG in the lead. The other team seemed to underestimate Rin after his poor play in the first half which quickly became Rin’s advantage.

Running through the players, avoiding them like they were nothing, then scoring the final score to victory, the horn blew off, marking the end of the match, and the supporters of PXG all screamed “GOALL!!!!” (and Rei too haha) The sportscasters announced that PXG won and everyone was buzzing with excitement, especially Rei, she was so happy. His team went into the field where they were,

Then I saw Rin walking towards us, while Rei’s excitement went up. Then I see him take hold of the railing and pulled himself up so that we would be eye to eye with him. Rei saw this as an opportunity to hug his waist. Now Rei was latched on to Rin. My eyes softened at her. Rin only lightly wrapped one arm around her while the other held on to the railing.

“Come and have dinner with me, You and Rei. Come down and I’ll have my manager have you wait for me in the private lobby” “I don’t know Rin… “

“Please”

“Please Mom”

I saw Rin flinch at the name Rei called me, I looked at her she was in front of me now. I sighed and agreed to his plan.

“Good, I’ll tell my manager to look out for you guys”

Rin went down the railings and talked to a guy with glasses, who I assumed was his manager. They looked over at us, he seemed to be shocked to see us, his eyes widened when he saw Rei, who was leaning over the railings waving to the other players, Already noticing the resemblance of Rin in her eyes. Those same damn teal eyes, along with the same under-lashes as Rin.

They continued talking while his manager was looking at us, and he wasn’t the only one looking at us, The people who were seated around us, who saw our interaction with Rin were now analyzing Rei and me. Having enough I put my shades back on and adjusted the scarf covering my hair.

“Yo!” I heard a voice below us call out, I looked down and saw a guy who had blonde with pink ends in his hair. I just raised an eyebrow at him while Rei was waving frantically at Loki who was beside the blonde guy. Loki waved at Rei, the other guy just looked at her weirdly and averted his attention back to me.

“Are you Rin-chan’s wife or something!?! I didn’t know he had a wife!” My eyes went wide under my shades, I looked over at Rei to see her reaction to his statement, but she was just laughing, then she responded.

“I wish he was!!” While smiling at the guy, he just shrugged it off and walked away.

“Come on Rei, let’s go down so that we can wait for Rin-san in the lobby”

“Ok!!” She was excited, she’s been keeping tabs on Rin’s games ever since she first watched his game. She really looks up to him. But I just hope that after tonight everything goes well.

When we got out of the bleachers his manager immediately approached us.

“Hi, Ms. Y/n, I’m here to accompany you to the private lobby. I just nodded and held Rei’s hand while we followed Rin’s manager.

When we entered the private lobby, there were a few people in, probably families of the players. We sat down on a leather-covered couch with a center table in front of us. Rei went off to get some snacks since Rin’s manager told us that they were free, so she went off to get some.

“Rin-san told me to give you this”

He handed me a piece of paper, on it were emails and phone numbers.

“Those are all of Rin-san’s contacts, you can call him or email him whenever you guys need him. My number is also there, just in case you need me for anything”

I just nodded and put the card in my wallet. “I’m Daisuke by the way, I’ve been with Rin for 5 years now.” He offered his hand, I took it and shook it firmly.

“Nice to meet you, I’m surprised that you put up with Rin for 5 years.”

“Well he has grown on me”

I chuckled at that. “So… who are you to Rin?”

I stiffened at his question. “I’m sorry if I’m being forward, but it is my job to keep Rin safe. And people are already getting suspicious about who you and the mystery child is. Have you seen the media?? After what happened earlier after the game when your child was hugging Rin, they are calling her your love-child or something. So is she? I need to know the truth so that I’ll know how to protect Rin”

I was kind of shocked at his statement, I did expect people to give us attention after our interaction but I didn’t think how much attention they were gonna give our way.

“Yes, of course, I understand. The last time I saw Rin was 10 years ago, I haven’t had any contact with him ever since, I didn’t come here for money or anything, Me and Rei can manage on our own. We did just come here to watch the game, The owner of the company I work in, Mikage Corp., They’re the reason why we’re here. Rin doesn’t know that Rei is his daughter, But I think he already has an idea that she is his. I didn’t tell him because I didn’t wanna get in the way of him and soccer.”

“You should have still told me you know”

I flinched at the voice, I turned my head and saw Rin standing behind me with Rei in his arms. She seemed to have heard everything I said, she looked like she was processing everything I just said. I looked at Daisuke with betrayal evident on my face.

‘traitor’

“At the time, it seemed like the best option…” I stood up so I was facing him, I looked at Rei, she was holding some food, her head was resting on Rin’s shoulder, and her doe eyes turned to look at me. I was getting nervous about her reaction.

‘Is she gonna be mad because I didn’t tell her?

She’s gonna hate me now…”

“Is, Rin-san my dad?” She looked at me expectantly, I took off my mask along with my shades so they could see my face when I say “Yes, he is. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. If you’re mad at me I understand.” I lowered my head with shame, but I felt Rin reach out for my hand, and I let him. Then I heard sniffles.

“I’m not mad mama, just sad that you didn’t tell me sooner though…” I looked back at her and saw her lightly crying as she hugged Rin. I held on to Rin’s hand as I jumped over the couch and hugged both of them.

“I’m sorry that I hid her from you”

“I forgive you, you’re here now aren’t you?”

I nodded and relished the moment of having both of them in my arms.

“Let’s have dinner together.”

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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Minho thoughts 😵‍💫 too soft 🫠🤧 you’d see that he changed his home screen to one of the selfies you took together later bc he sent them to himself from your phone too

oh my. oh my my. he’d do it without saying anything at all about it and you’d only find out about it like three weeks later when you two are driving somewhere and he’s asking you to do something on his phone for him and you see it. “min, this is such a cute one! when did you change it?” “the night we took them. why?” like it’s the most normal thing and it isn’t giving you a bazillion butterflies from seeing the two of you on his home screen so casually. you’d grin to yourself the whole car ride because you’re so giddy about it but you’re trying to keep your composure. when you arrive at your destination he’d put his arm around your shoulder and kiss the top of your head while mumbling “if i knew it would make you this happy i would’ve done it in front of you” obvs he saw right through you even if you were trying to hide it. but at least now he tells you every time he sends himself pictures or updates your contact name bc he gets to see your grin. :(.

#ask #anon #minho thoughts

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moonjxsung · 1 month

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Star, got an update and it isn't a good one. It's early, so if there's any typos... Don't mention them please 😭

Girl, gotta sit down for this one, grab yourself some snacks while you're at it. Let's start.

We're gonna go back 4 days ago. When I last talked to you. After some thinking, I was going to ask him on Friday, I told my best friend this because she was the one person I knew I could trust (remember that little detail)

Let's call her hmm.. Charlotte, cause that's her actual name 😋

We've been friends for 15 years, so more than half of my life. I was telling her that I was gonna ask the guy out. Something that I should've caught was when she said he didn't like him at all, and that he was annoying. (She said this the first time I brought him up)

Anyway, when I was telling her I was going to ask him out, she was quiet so I asked "are you okay?" She said yes, but I obviously didn't believe her, but i changed the subject because I know she'll tell me or I'll ask her later when she's ready. Did I have a speculation after that? A little bit. But I thought if she liked him l, she would have brought it up a while ago.

Friday comes the day after, and I'm trying to pump myself up a bit, I texted him asking if he wanted to hangout and he said he was busy atm but he'll be free later. I was like "okay, good! More time to get these nerves under control"

I tried calling char but she didn't answer which I was a bit bummed about cause she's my rock, and I wish I had her support.

2 hours later I was getting antsy because char hadn't called back, and he hadn't texted yet.

I decided to go to my favorite Cafe, because it's a sort of comfort for me when I need it.

So I drive to the place, and walk inside. Guess what I see in the cafe? The guy I like and my best friend. Some might think "oh that's not that bad" and you'd be right except, THEY WERE FUCKING KISSING.

And it's not the fact that she was kissing him that made me mad, it was the fact that she didn't tell me.

So instead of being my comfort Cafe it just ruined my whole day. And instead of confronting her about anything I just left because I'll ask her about it when we're alone later because I think that's the right thing to do.

A couple more hours passed by, my phone dings but it isn't from Charlotte it's from the guy I like. He said that he's free now and that we can hang out. I didn't agree because I wanted to be petty (well..) I agreed because I wanted to know more, how long have they been together? Have I been talking to my best friend about her boyfriend? Is that why she wouldn't tell me?

We meet at a park, and I find him swinging on the swing set. I took the seat next to him and he greeted me. We had some small talk for a little while, I felt so guilty.

That's when I finally asked him the question "how long have you and Char been dating?" When I looked at his face he was confused.

He said "how did you know about that" so I thought I obviously wasnt supposed to know at all. I was a little hurt

I said "I saw you guys together today.." I kind of paused at that moment because it's kind of weird idk. "Kissing.. so" I said

He kind of just laughed so that's when I got confused. I asked him what was so funny and he replied with "today, she asked me today"

When I tell you my heart broke. This whole time I thought they were secretly together but no she knew I liked this boy, and she still went for him, she didn't tell me anything about liking him at all. I felt betrayed.

I just replied with an "oh"

He said " yeah, it was kinda unexpected. We barely talked but I thought she was pretty and wanted to know her more" yeah got to know her mouth good alright.

After that conversation we just went back to small talk, or talking about our childhood.

We said our goodbyes and I went home.

I cried myself to sleep that night not because I lost someone that I liked but because I was betrayed by someone I thought I could trust someone that I loved.

I haven't talked to her for the rest of the weekend she was pulling up my phone but I haven't answered. I don't know what to do. And I have to see them in a few hours 🤗

So... I came here, cause I know my shooting star never does me wrong 🫶

-💍

Me:

HUHHHHHHH???:!:!/!/!.!.!/!/!/!/!:!:! HELLO?????? DID I ACTUALLY READ THIS CORRECTLY????? Aur naur….. bestie……. Charlotte is cancelled. Like…… 15 YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP and she couldn’t just be upfront about it?? Huh?????????? AND THE FUCKING GUY LYING ABOUT IT????? Literally what even was his plan like…. He was just going to go out w you WHILE he’s with charlotte?? Hello????? Why are men sooo….. the way that they are 😟

First I am literally beyond sorry that this happened to you, trust me I’ve had my fair of being two-timed and LIED TO by men and what I’ve learned coming out of it is that the fact it happened is a blessing in disguise because you don’t deserve to be with someone that shitty in the first place!!!! Like you fr dodged a bullet with this guy, if he’s going to lie about it all while FRESHLY going into a relationship w Char then he should just stay with her and you should live with your peace. I personally would give it a few days before talking to Charlotte again just to make sure you’re in the right headspace and it’s totally up to you if you even want to keep the friendship, but also don’t let some stupid man get in the way of what you have established with her. She’s a victim of his lying too if he wasn’t honest with you and she’ll learn in due time that he’s not a great guy either :( someone better will come along and you’ll know they’re better bc they won’t LIE about who they’re with!!! Chin up and keep doing you my angel, there are plenty of other fish in the sea (it’s me I’m the fish)

I love you !!!!! Take care of yourself and let yourself be angry about it but remember this is just a small bump in the road the universe gave you to avoid ending up w a shitty dude. Better things are coming 🫶💘💞💖💕💞💓 and in the meanwhile we are still married ‼️‼️

#💍 anon #ask

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mtel420 · 4 months

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Counter-Exposing Banjo/Tiredite/Lunar Moonyu/Lunar Cheese - Part 2

If you want the whole backstory- https://www.tumblr.com/htcsense5/732278019975151616/counter-exposing-banjotireditelunar-moonyulunar?source=share

Hey guys.

NKYT here.

As you guys know in October, we have exposed banjo for her past self for trying to expose arsik and since our expose did nothing to her, i deciced to speak on my side of my interactions with her that i had back in July 2021 - January 2022 with banjo before i disappeared because of her (we will get to that later on). So i guess let's start with the story..

After the March-June war was declared, i gave banjo a second chance, because i thought she truly changed and won't do those mistakes again but unfortunately, we were all wrong….

In the end of July 2021, things started to get worse because i saw David saying "binoi sucks" and i instantely sended that to my now ex-friend banjo and she wanted me to ask him "is that a joke?". And from there on, people, including my friends thought i was choosing her side, which would come to appearant when she stole me from my friends in August 2021 with some weird ass love message. And everything after that my career was gonna go downhill.

In September 2021, she began going "me mad" over David, doing his series of "Live streams for phones" when i was featured. She started accusing me of her being disappointed of David and then me like YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA IGNORE VCS WHAT IS THIS???

Then things will get worse when in October 2021, banjo started using "gay jokes" on David for vcing with me which i wasnt ok with her making those jokes to both of us, but she kept going.

In November 2021, it got even worse when she heavily continued calling david gay and thinking of drawing a ship between me and david because we were just only vcing. She was also saying things like "imaging saying gay things to him" and shockingly "imma burn david for being gay" showing homophobia, which is pretty ironic since now in 2023 she became pansexual.

She has already stolen me from my friends but things will get even worse in December 2021, specifically on December 31st 2021 8:28 PM. Hours prior to that, banjo started to get me into Touhou characters by guessing them in what we call her stupid edition server, also known as "The Mayakou Server" thing. While i was already doing the things banjo told me to do, my friends started posting some memes in that bot guessing channel and then something in my brain was like they were trolling me so i sent a meme that had a guy reading a book said "how to deal with idiots" or something like that i dont remember. And then the worst happened. Arsik blocked me shortly after that and there was exchanges between me and my friends.

It makes me sad to know that banjo made me hate my own friends, my own community, the people that made me successful, and i blew it all out because of that one whore. People after that started to hate me for choosing banjo and for insulting one of my best friends over some petty drama. I was already cancelled because of the drama i had with my friends thanks to banjo and in the result that made me quit all social media on January 15th 2022.

When i was out of Discord by that time, i was on still on David's streams and then banjo saw that and started harassing David for being "gay" because he made me alive (umm what?) and she tried to revealed his full name.

11 months later, i would finally apologise for all of the wrong things that i've done in the community and thankfully everyone gave me another chance. 2 days after i returned to Discord (26th of December 2022), Banjo would try to friend me on my new account, but i've ignored it, because if i have accepted her again, everything would have gone downhill just like in December 2021.

Anyways we wouldn’t get any updates from her until February 11th when a weird account by the name of "私について読んでください#4082" sent me a friend request that had a pastebin link which at first didn’t work. But after it got edited to work, it was clear that banjo was again trying to apologise to us and get us back, but we declined it.

Then on April 2nd, Banjo would try to friend me again on her main account, this time with her about me page being "nick i only came to talk to you" which i was suspicious what was she going to talk about so this time i accepted it to see what she wanted to say and a day later, i got a response by her and again SHE WANTED TO APOLOGISE. sigh. So i told her that "it’s impossible to move on to another chapter of your life, if you keep re-reading the last one" and blocked her after that.

Things would finally go back to normal after she stopped trying to get us back, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the end. On June 9th 2023, Banjo again tried to get me to respond on Instagram by her saying that she can’t forget me and that when she sees a bulgarian person, it reminds her of me for some reason (like why?). But anyways, i didn’t bother responding to her so i ghosted her.

But then on July 3rd, i wanted to talk to Banjo for the last time, because she was mentioning our names and i wanted to put an end to this, by saying that she needs to keep our names out of her mouth.

She was like "ok, i will move on for real" on my dms, but in reality, the next day (4th of July), she says that we are ignorant like wtf and wanted to be racist by saying that she wants to be a bulgarianphobe and supporting Macedonia. She was saying such nasty things even after i told her to stop, but nothing help, same thing on August 20th (our next confrontation, this time in a gc), nothing helped.

Like imagine hating a WHOLE country only because your crush rejected you like wtaf💀.

And here we are on August 20th 2023. A day prior to that, she tried to befriend our friend and owner of Project Mobile "Gunbo" who actually accepted her friend request which prompted us to tell him to add us to a group with her so we could tell her to just leave us alone for the last time, but while she was like "I will try i will try" she once again was mentioning her drama with us and referred to us as "the nkits" so yeah, nothing helped.

And then here comes October 22nd, 2023 when a guy attacked servers Arsik was in with an exposé of him, in it banjo’s tried to expose our good friend Arsik for him acting sexually to banjo when in reality arsik was 11 and banjo was 13, and she even thought that arsik was 10. And also she purposely hid her name so that people wouldn’t hate her for erping with a 10 year old. So we fought back with our expose which people called "baby drama". And this is where i lost it. HOW CAN YOU CALL ALL OF THIS TRAUMA THAT WE HAD TO SUFFER BABY DRAMA??

Anyways before i go off more, i just want to say that this drama isnt baby drama. This is serious shit that people need into, by taking a look at our exposés against banjo and realise that this is all serious and we aren’t joking around, but sadly banjo didn’t get cancelled over our exposé and people were still supporting her, despite the expose that arsik made being already public, but no one gave a damn sadly. But here i am shining the light on the fact that banjo is an full-on creep who sexualises minors and hypnotises her friends into being on her side.

And now comes December 16th 2023. The day we joined the Java-oriented server "Kahvibreak". We wanted to join with my friend because we were interested in java preservation too, but we knew that banjo was there thought we joined nonetheless since it’s a good server. And hours later, banjo saw that we were in the server and she went "baiii my enemies are here" which made the people in kahvibreak become suspicious that we came to harass her, when in reality, we didn’t want to harass anyone. Soon after she left, she changed her Discord name to "JUST DESTROY ME.." to now "A....". (update: she has returned. no surprise)

So yeah this is the whole story of my own point of view of what is like to be friends with a creep and a nsfw artist. And to everyone who is reading this. It's best to avoid any interactions with Banjo because she is a manipulator and a creep that has been known by our community, but despite that she wanted to return after we told her to move on, but as of now she’s trying to join other corners of our community, never missing the opportunity to say something about us and how we cancelled her and whatnot. It's crazy that people like banjo exist and makes me furious that people call our drama childish. Like can you just take a quick second to see that this is very real and serious? Banjo traumatised us with her explicit art and it’s not a joke. Anyways, i hope we can spread this message across our community and her community so people could very well know her backstory and why they should not be friends with banjo.

Banjo is an attention seeker who would do anything to bring light to her dying career, including in some rather shady ways. She’s using her past for attention and it’s rather pathetic.

Anyways, im working on a folder called "Banjo's Hellhole" which includes all of her moments and once the project gets finished, i will provide a Google Drive link for it so you can guys get a better look at her. But for now, that's all that i have to say about her.

Thank you all for reading this and Fuck You Banjo!😉

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the-wild-wolves-around-you · 2 years

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hear those bells ring: chapter 8 (a bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: Bakugo and Reader wake up on a beach and struggle with some feelings.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo/Reader; Katsuki Bakugo/You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language.

A/N: Hey y'all! Just as a quick note, I'm traveling out of state to see family later this week, so I'm not 100% sure when I'll update next. I will say I have Ch 9 started, and I will be writing some during my 16hr drive, but I'm just not entirely sure when I'll be able to upload again for at least this week. Thank you all for your patience, and hope you enjoy this chap!

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

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Several things didn’t feel right to you as you swam back into consciousness.

For one thing, your whole body felt cold and sore all over, like you’d run a marathon, and the closest you had ever come to a marathon before was binging several seasons of a TV show in one sitting.

Secondly, it was much brighter than it should be in your room. Maybe you’d left the blinds open? But that didn’t count for how loud it was all of the sudden, a continuous, repeating noise your foggy brain couldn’t quite place.

And thirdly, why the hell was your hip vibrating?

You cracked open your eyes, wincing at how gritty they were, and then you had to squeeze them back shut and open them again because apparently, you were still dreaming.

Why else would Bakugo’s face be inches from yours, half illuminated by the sun rising behind your head?

You blinked numerous times but nothing changed. Bakugo’s sleeping face stayed right where it was, his head cradled atop his folded arm as he slept on his side. His expression was so… smooth, so peaceful, vacant of his typical scowl and burning red eyes. He looked much younger, you thought, as he breathed deeply and rhythmically, and every time he exhaled, little tufts of sand were disturbed, arching up into the air before drifting back down to form tiny dunes.

Wait… sand?

Slowly dragging your gaze off the blond, you glanced past his head and saw… more sand. A beach. Then the perpetual whooshing noise you’d been hearing suddenly clicked in your head, and you shifted to look past your feet, staring at the dancing waves that were dyed orange in the rising sun.

Oh, shit. Sunrise meant it was morning. All at once, last night came flooding back to you like the morning tide. Bakugo’s injury, his confession (for lack of a better word.) Running out of the agency with his hand holding yours. Getting accosted on the sidewalk, the blond immediately coming to your defense. His hand in yours again, sweaty and still hot from his quirk. Then the food, and the car ride, ending at the beach… where you’d fallen asleep. Next to Bakugo. You slept next to Pro Hero Dynamight. On the beach that he brought you to.

You squeezed your eyes closed one last time just in case this was a particularly stubborn dream, but then a bird called overhead, loud and piercing, and when you snapped open your eyes again, crimson ones were staring back at you.

You inhaled sharply as the blond’s squinted gaze seemed to stake you to the sand, and he looked just as confused as you felt.

Then your hip started vibrating again from where it was pinned beneath you, and you realized it was your phone ringing.

You bolted upright— more to get away from those scarlet eyes than to answer the phone— and when you dug the device out of your pocket, you cringed at the name on the screen.

“I-It’s, um, Kirishima,” you said, clearing your dry throat as you looked back at where Bakugo was still lying on his side.

“Don’t answer it,” he rasped past what sounded like an equally rough throat.

“I—” Before you could argue, the phone stopped buzzing in your hand, and you sighed. “Well, he hung up anyway— oh, fuck. He’s called me ten times and left me half as many texts.”

The redhead had given you his number the day after you arrived at the agency, telling you to call or message him with any problem or issue you encountered. Now, you winced as you skimmed through the messages the hardening hero had sent you, each more worried than the last.

Kirishima: Hey, um, this might sound crazy, but did you just run out of the building with Bakugo? Just ignore me if not!

Kirishima: So I checked your room, and you’re not in it haha. And I also checked the security cameras, and it definitely looked like you getting in the car…

Kirishima: You’re totally not in trouble or anything btw! I just wanted to check in on Bakubro. He wasn’t looking too good when I left him, but he seemed fine running out of here, so I’m just kind of confused…

Kirishima: Heyyyyy, it’s just been a few hours now. Are you guys okay?

Kirishima: You didn’t have to take Bakugo to the hospital did you?

The last message had several worried-face emojis at the end, and guilt gnawed at you.

“He seems really worried,” you murmured.

“Shitty Hair’s always dramatic,” Bakugo groaned as he leveraged himself upright, shaking sand from his pale hair and cracking his neck. “He’ll be fine for another thirty minutes.”

The phone started vibrating in your hand again before you could reply, and you looked from it to the blond.

Bakugo must have seen something in your face because he immediately frowned, eyebrows forming a sharp ‘V’ over his scarlet eyes.

“Stitches, don’t—”

You swiped the answer button and brought the phone up to your ear. “H-Hello?”

“Oh my god, you’re not dead,” Kirishima gasped on the other end. “I was really starting to worry there.”

You winced. “I know, I’m so sorr—”

“Is Bakugo with you?” the hardening hero cut you off, but you knew he wasn’t trying to be rude and was merely concerned for his partner.

“Yes,” you said. “He’s here next to me.”

Bakugo scowled at being mentioned, but you ignored him.

“And is he okay?” Kirishima asked. “Did you guys go to the hospital or something?”

“No, well, I mean yes, he’s okay, but we…” you trailed off, panicking, but then the phone was suddenly snatched from your fingers.

“I’m fuckin’ fine, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grunted into the device. “Just like I told you last night. So stop pulling your hair out. We’ll be back at the agency in twenty minutes.”

You heard Kirishima start to say something on the other end of the line, but then Bakugo hung up and tossed the phone into your lap.

The two of you stared at each other in silence, broken only by the hiss of the surf and the calls of birds overhead. Bakugo’s eyes slowly scanned over your face, and you were suddenly very conscious of how ridiculous you must look with sand everywhere. You just hoped you hadn’t drooled and made the grains stick to your cheek.

“W-Well, we should be getting back,” you laughed nervously, rocking up onto your feet and then swaying when your vision tunneled. Fuck, you must still be worn down from last night’s healing session.

Bakugo was still staring up at you, and you were already off-kilter, out of sorts, so the moment your vision cleared, you tucked your phone into your pocket, stepped behind him, and picked up your socks and shoes.

“I’ll, um, wait for you at the car,” you muttered before you started across the dunes to the parking lot.

The whole way, you refused to look back. One, to save yourself a broken ankle, and two, to save yourself the embarrassment. You paused at where the sand ended to shake out your socks and shoes (as best you could, anyway) and then put them on again, and you thankfully made it back to the blond’s sleek, black car without any accidents.

Using the shiny window and exterior of the car as a mirror, you did your best to brush the sand off your jeans and out of your hair. There were still a lot of grains caught up in the weave of your sweater, so you quickly pulled it off and starting shaking it out.

Movement in your peripherals caught your attention, and you looked over to find Bakugo suddenly standing at the driver’s side of the car, still staring at you.

Your cheeks flushed in the cold morning air, and you fumbled for something to say. You suddenly felt very naked in your thin white t-shirt, and you were very grateful that you had decided to put on a bra last night when you changed.

“Just… didn’t want to get too much sand in your car,” you finally mumbled, and you flapped your sweater one last time.

“Doesn’t matter,” Bakugo grunted, ripping his gaze off you and opening his door. “Interns are gonna have to vacuum it out anyway.”

He ducked and slid into the car, so you quickly pulled your sweater back on before you followed him in. The inside of the vehicle still smelled like fried takoyaki and sweet potatoes, and the trash at your feet crinkled as you sat down.

Then the engine turned over with a loud purr, and Bakugo leaned over and cranked the heater up to the max. A shiver ran through your body as you were blasted with the tepid air, but it quickly warmed up, as did your seat, and you sighed as your relaxed into the heat.

“Seatbelt,” the blond muttered, clicking his on, and then he put the car in gear and started backing up as you buckled in.

Silence settled over the pair of you, but it was more awkward, tense, than it had been last night. Bakugo seemed to notice it, too, because before the car even left the parking lot, he reached out and flicked on the radio, tuning it to some rock station that blared out shrieking guitar riffs and thundering drum solos.

It was a little jarring for your cottony brain, but a few minutes later, you started bobbing your head to the music while looking out the window beside you.

You very specifically made a point to not glance at the hero on your other side, but you could feel his eyes on you every now and then. You wondered what he was thinking and then very quickly decided you did not want to know.

The ride back to the agency was quiet except for the music, and it thankfully seemed to go much quicker now that Bakugo was driving with a destination in mind, not just aimlessly. Before you knew it, the car was exiting the morning traffic and pulling up to the curb outside the familiar building. Then the blond turned off the car and sat back with a sigh, and you couldn’t help but dart a quick look at him.

There was still some dried blood crusted under his ear and down the side of his neck, and sand and cement particles dusted the collar and hood of his sweatshirt— your sweatshirt. His skin was a healthy hue, though, and he barely had any bags under his eyes considering what he went through last night.

Which meant your bags were twice as deep. God, you just wanted to put a bag over your head and run upstairs so no one would see you, but you knew you would never be so lucky.

“Let’s go bite the fuckin’ bullet, Stitches,” Bakugo grumbled and pulled you out of your thoughts, and he was opening his door and exiting in one fluid movement before you could respond.

You followed him out a lot less graciously, and you paused on the curb as you stared down at the trash on his floorboard.

“Leave it,” the blond said as he came around the car. “Like I said, interns will clean it out.”

“I would hate to give them more work.” You frowned.

“That’s what interns are for,” the blond scoffed and rolled his eyes, stepping up beside you to close the passenger door himself. “Come on. I need coffee.”

“R-Right,” you stuttered, overwhelmed by his suddenly proximity and his sugary smell that had a bit of the beach to it now, like salted caramel.

Bakugo’s red eyes flicked down to your face, but you couldn’t take his intense scrutiny anymore, so you slipped out from between him and the car, taking a few steps towards the agency doors.

“Wait.”

The blond’s rough voice had you freezing mid-step, and you didn’t move as he came up beside you again. You didn’t want to, but your eyes drifted up to his like they were drawn by magnets, and Bakugo was looking down at you with a frown.

“What?” you asked, your voice only wavering slightly.

You thought he was going to order you to not tell Kirishima about where you two went last night, or something to that effect, but what he did next shocked you.

Bakugo reached up toward your face, and the breath stilled in your lungs when his fingers brushed your temple, warm and calloused. Then he was pulling away just as quickly, and you saw he was pinching something green and stringy between his fingertips.

“Seaweed,” he grunted, flicking the plant away, and before you could even blush or thank him, he was striding for the agency entrance.

You stumbled over your feet to catch up to the blond, but he thankfully held the door open behind him so you could slip in on his heels. You could hear the sounds of a busy office past his broad frame, the shuffling of paper, phones ringing, the murmur of voices, but then one voice rose above the rest.

“Bakugo Katsuki!”

The volume of Kirishima’s voice made you wince and duck behind Bakugo, and you heard the blond mutter something like “Here we go” as heavy boots stomped toward the two of you.

“What the hell, man?” the redhead demanded as you heard him come to a stop in front of his partner. “Where have you been? Do you know how worried I’ve been? The amount of blood left in that bathroom upstairs made one of the interns cry! And then you just sneak out of here? Disappear for hours? You didn’t even bring your phone or wallet! I thought you’d driven into a ditch, and I was going to have to go identify your body in some morgue!”

“You know I’m not gonna die in a stupid car wreck, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo scoffed. “And I was gone for like six hours. Calm the fuck down.”

“Calm the—” the hardening hero abruptly trailed off as Bakugo shifted on his feet, revealing you behind him. The redhead blinked, the anger— which you’d never seen on his face— melting into surprise, then recognition, and finally confusion.

You tried to smile but was sure it came off as more of a wince. “U-Um, good morning, Kirishima.”

“I…” He continued to gape at you for a second, his eyes flicking from your messy hair down to your sandy shoes, before he regained control of himself. “G-Good morning.”

“I’m really sorry I missed all your calls and messages,” you said with an apologetic smile. “I fell asleep.”

Oh, fuck. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that.

“Right…” Kirishima said as he blinked at you, then at Bakugo. “Fell asleep… where exactly? Also, is— is that a seashell in your hair, bro?”

Your face flooded with heat, and you thought you saw the blond’s cheeks go a little pink too before he abruptly shoved past his partner.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he grunted over his shoulder, stomping across the main floor in the direction of the locker rooms. “Tell one of the interns to go clean my car. Outside and in. And the tires better be waxed, too.”

“Wha— wait, Bakugo!” Kirishima spun around to shout after his partner. “What about your arm? Did you get that looked at? And you still have to fill out your reports!”

“Later!”

“You say that every time!”

While the two partners were engrossed in their argument, you saw your opportunity for escape and seized it.

Every intern and sidekick was staring after Bakugo as you hurriedly skirted the edge of the main floor, beelining for the elevators. You slapped the button and almost wept when the doors opened immediately, and you heard Kirishima shout your name just as you stepped inside. You hit the button for your floor, also tapping repeatedly at the “close doors.” Mercifully, the doors did close before the hardening hero caught up to you, and you sagged against the wall in relief.

Then you stared wide-eyed at your distorted reflection in the elevator doors.

What the fuck was your life right now? A week ago, you were just a nobody from America, and now you were spending the night with pro heroes?

You returned to your room in a fog, wincing at the faint bloody footprints you’d left just inside the door. You would need to clean those. Also your clothes. And yourself.

You stared longingly at your bed and wanted nothing more than to just dive into it and sleep for twelve hours straight, but the salt and sand crusted over every inch of you was starting to get real uncomfortable now, and you didn’t want to let any more seaweed dry into your hair.

The memory of Bakugo’s fingers against your temple, his form looming over you, caused your cheeks to burn again, but you shoved the thoughts into a little box at the back of your mind. Nope. Couldn’t deal with that right now.

Shower. Taking a shower. That’s what you needed to focus on.

You quickly grabbed some underwear, thick fuzzy socks (since your bloody slippers were probably in the trash somewhere) a pair of cotton shorts, and an old orange hoodie. Not for the color or anything, it’s just what you had. Then you emptied the pockets of your jeans onto the small nightstand beside the bed, but you frowned when your phone was the only thing you pulled out.

You had collected some shells and bits of sea glass last night when you were walking in the surf. You remembered having them in your hand when you made your way back to Bakugo and your shoes… but you must have fallen asleep before you put them in your pocket. You probably left your treasures in a neat little pile on the sand there.

The realization made you a little sad, but then the memory of Bakugo splashing water at you and smirking, followed by his sleeping face in the sunlight, flashed through your mind, and even just the thought of the blond made you feel hot.

“No, you can’t do this,” you admonished yourself, clutching your clean clothes in clawed fingers.

You could acknowledge that the explosive hero was attractive. You had eyes. But there was a difference in appreciating someone’s attractiveness in passing and… this. The weird sensation in your belly, like your stomach was full of bubbles, helium, butterflies en masse. You’d had crushes before, you weren’t that innocent, but you couldn’t have a crush on Pro Hero Dynamight. The blond had literally just agreed for you to be his healer, and that was like pulling teeth. He wasn’t interested in you like that.

Then why did he take you on a moonlit seaside date? a traitorous voice in the back of your head whispered.

Not a date. That was definitely not a date. You just… tagged along with him to get food… and drive around the city… and he did take a detour to the ocean after you mentioned you had never been…

“Nope. Nu-uh. Stop it.” You shook your head vigorously, until it hurt, until your pulse pounded in your temples.

You weren’t going to be like those rabid fangirls who followed heroes around at all hours of the day and night, practically stalking them, posting fantasies on forums about how they were gonna get married and have twelve children, placing auction bids over a towel that was allegedly used to wipe some hero’s face at a disaster site. No, you refused to stoop so low. You told Bakugo last night that you wanted to help him, and you do. You’d fixed his ears for now, but with how often he damaged them, you wondered if there was a more permanent, long term solution you could look into…

But you couldn’t be a healer while panting after him. That was unprofessional, inappropriate. So, no. You couldn’t have a crush on Bakugo Katsuki. Even if you did, you couldn’t. Shouldn’t.

You would just have to… get over it. Or ignore it. That was fine. You could do that.

Nodding, you grabbed a towel out of your wardrobe, but then you remembered Bakugo was also taking a shower downstairs, and your mind immediately tripped and fell headfirst down into the gutter, remembering the chiseled chest and abs you’d seen last night when he was shirtless.

Okay… maybe this was going to be a little harder than you thought.

~*~*~*~

Bakugo stood in the shower with the water cranked as hot as it would go, bowing his head into the scaling stream and watching as the dust, blood, and sand swirled down the drain beneath his feet.

He couldn’t believe he fell asleep last night.

He had meant for it to be a ruse, just so you would stop talking, but the next thing he knew, that damn bird was screaming right above his head, and he was opening his eyes to sunrise… and you.

You, wide-eyed and pale save your red cheeks, with your sandy hair glinting in the rising sun. You looked almost as shocked as he felt. Almost. Because Bakugo had been floored. He was a light sleeper by nature, and hero work had only heightened that. He usually woke up at the slightest noise, which had made dorming at UA a nightmare sometimes, and the reason he never let his “dates” spend the night. He’d tried, once, but he had just laid awake all night, stiff as a board, and kicked the woman out the second the sun rose.

But last night, he had slept for nearly six hours straight, right next to the ocean. Next to you. And, despite his sore body, it had been the best sleep he’d gotten in weeks? Months? A long ass fucking time at least.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

The blond shook his head and tipped his face up into the spray of hot water, hoping it would scald these stupid fucking thoughts out of his head.

Especially the memory of you standing on the curb outside, looking up at him with an expression he couldn’t place as he picked goddamn seaweed out of your hair like a fucking moron.

Fuckkkk. He needed some coffee.

Bakugo spent the next few minutes scrubbing his body pink, and he was just finishing the second wash of his hair when he heard the bathroom door bang open.

Shit. The blond knew he had welded the lock shut coming in here, so that could only mean…

“Bakugo!”

Goddamn it.

The explosive hero growled under his breath as he rinsed his hair one last time and turned off the water. In the silence left behind, he could hear boots stomping against the locker room tile and knew Kirishima was coming to find him. The bastard.

Bakugo ripped open the curtain and stepped out of the shower stall, grabbing the towel that sat on the bench just outside. He wrapped the white fabric around his waist and then stalked forward out of the bathroom and into the adjoining locker room, running into his partner just past the threshold.

“Did you seriously just break the door down to come bitch at me?” Bakugo grunted as he shouldered past the redhead and made his way to his locker.

“You were the one who welded the lock shut, so it was already broken, don’t even start,” Kirishima said, following close on the blond’s heels. “Besides, I’m not here to bitch. I’m here to talk to you.”

“Same thing,” Bakugo scoffed and wrenched open his locker. “And what the hell do we have to talk about? You can see I’m not dead, and I told you I’d do my reports after I showered.”

“Okay, you did not say that,” Kirishima grumbled behind the blond. “But I still have questions. Like where you were last night. With Stitches.”

The blond bristled at the way his partner said your name— well, nickname, whatever— but he refused to turn around as he dug out some clean clothes.

“I went out to get food, and she wanted to tag along,” Bakugo muttered into his locker. “That’s it.”

As he was rummaging through his duffle, his eyes wandered to the plastic bag he’d shoved to the bottom of the locker before his shower, full of sand and the clothes he wore last light. The plastic was only slightly opaque, so he could see the handful of shells and other shit he picked up out of the imprint your body left in the sand this morning. The imprint that his imprint seemed to curl around, but he just chalked that up to gravitating toward a warm body on a cold beach. But he didn’t know why he picked the shells and crap up as he was shoving on his boots, didn’t know why he didn’t just throw it away when he was stripping his clothes off earlier…

Thankfully, Kirishima’s voice ripped him from his embarrassing thoughts.

“That’s it?” the redhead asked. “You went to get food… for six hours?”

“Yes, fuck,” the blond growled as he straightened up with a semi clean outfit. He’d worn these clothes yesterday before his shift, but they would have to do. “Why the hell are you being so nosy anyway?”

“Because I’m wondering why the hell you let her tag along when you won’t even let me go with you to get lunch most days,” Kirishima said in a disbelieving tone.

“We see each other almost every second of the fuckin’ day, Shitty Hair.” Bakugo rolled his eyes as he started pulling on his underwear and jeans. “God fuckin’ forbid I have a moment to myself.”

“But that’s what I’m saying, bro. You never want unnecessary company. So, I’m wondering why you deemed her necessary… and why you’re being so secretive about it.”

Bakugo felt his cheeks flare with heat, and he scowled into the locker as he buttoned up his pants.

“She wasn’t necessary,” he sneered. “And I’m not being secretive. I just didn’t want to deal with your bullshit lectures. Last night or this morning.”

“Hmm,” Kirishima hummed. “So then it has nothing to do with the fact that she healed your arm?”

Bakugo froze halfway through putting his shirt on. He was facing away from his partner, but he could feel the redhead’s gaze trained on his back, and he cursed himself. He’s totally forgotten about his arm since it barely even felt sore.

But Kirishima hadn’t seen the extent of the injury. Maybe Bakugo could still get out of this.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Shitty Hair?” he scoffed as he finished putting his shirt on as normally as possible. “Did you hit your head last night when I tossed your ass down the tunnel?”

“Don’t do that,” Kirishima said, and his hard tone made Bakugo turn around. The hardening hero was frowning at him, more serious than he’d been outside of a battlefield in a long time. “I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid. I didn’t see the injury up close, but I did see all the blood you lost. I know it was a serious injury, so serious I even called for a nurse when I went downstairs last night, even though I knew you would just bite my head off for it. But then you ran out of here last night like it was nothing. And even though your back is bruised to all hell, none of the cuts I see right now would account for all the blood I found in the bathroom upstairs. Or the chunk of rebar.”

Bakugo barely suppressed a wince. He’d totally fucking forgot about the rebar. He should have taken it with him last night.

“You’re not even bandaged,” Kirishima went on, adding more nails to the blond’s coffin. “Or stitched up anywhere. I would have maybe believed you’d gone to the hospital to see a healer, if not for your daring escape last night and the fact that you came back this morning carrying half the beach with you. So, you didn’t go to the hospital, no one on our staff is a registered healer, and Stitches was the only one to see you before you left the building. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together from there.”

Fuck. Shit. Goddamn it.

The blond ground his teeth, trying to figure out what to say, and Kirishima crossed his arms over his thick chest.

“Well?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Are you going to respond? Tell me I’m wrong?”

The blond wished he fucking could. But the hardening hero knew him too damn well.

“… you can’t fucking say anything,” Bakugo finally growled out, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides.

Kirishima frowned. “What?”

“You can’t say anything,” Bakugo repeated with a scowl. “To anyone. Stitches… doesn’t have a permit or license to use her quirk.”

“I know.”

Now, it was Bakugo’s turn to frown. “What? What do you mean, you know?”

Kirishima sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “Well, when I first had this suspicion last night, I looked her up. All guests of Japan have to report what their quirk is, and if they get permission to use it for whatever reasons, they’re licenses still mark them as immigrants. I looked up her name in the registry, and she didn’t have a permit.”

“Then why the fuck are you playing twenty questions with me?” Bakugo snapped and threw his arms out.

“Because I wanted to make sure I was right!” the redhead said as he raised his hands defensively. “But… bro, this could really get her in trouble. She’s not even a full citizen.”

“Don’t you think I goddamn know that?” the blond huffed, turning back to his locker to fish out his shoes. “And she knows it, too. But it’s not like I’m going to report her. Are you?”

He glanced over his shoulder as he sat on the bench in front of his locker, and Kirishima frowned at his red-eyed glare.

“Well, no—” he said.

“Good.” Bakugo finished putting on his boots, stood, and closed his locker. “Then as long as you keep your mouth shut, there isn’t a problem.”

“But there is,” Kirishima said as he slid in front of the blond to stop him from walking away. “Because last night wasn’t the only time she healed you was it? She healed you the night you crashed into her apartment and probably every night since, hasn’t she? That’s why you’ve been so interested in her. You’re using her as your own personal doctor, and that’s not cool bro.”

“I’m not forcing her to do anything.” The blond scowled to cover up the lingering guilt he still felt worming through his chest. “Last night was only the second time she used her damn quirk on me, and since I was unconscious the first time, and fucking deaf the second, I didn’t exactly know what she was doing until it was done.”

There were a few white lies in there. Technically, it was the third time you used your quirk on him, but he didn’t really count the headache you’d soothed on Monday. And even with his fucked up ears last night, he’d known what you were doing.

But like you said last night. It was your quirk. He couldn’t tell you how to use it.

Kirishima pursed his lips as he stared at Bakugo, and then he sighed.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I was just… worried. If something happened to you while she was using her quirk—”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” the blond said, and his tone was confident. “Despite her fumbling, Stitches’ quirk is pretty powerful. She’s not going to kill me. Besides, it’s not like I’m fucking trying to get injured. It just happened, and she was there and wanted to fix it. End of story.”

“Okay, Okay.” The redhead raised his hands again, and he looked like he wanted to say more, but then he just sighed. “Just… be careful. Both of you.”

“Whatever.” Bakugo rolled his eyes. “She’s only going to be around for a few more weeks anyways, so you can unclench.”

The second the words rolled off his tongue, he wanted to take them back, but… they were the truth. Once your shop and apartment were fixed, you’d leave the agency, and then he wouldn’t see you again unless he swung by to have you fix up his ears. But maybe it would be better to find another option, a different healer. One that didn’t make him feel seven kinds of fucked up on the inside…

“Earth to Bakubro.”

The blond blinked as a hand waved in front of his eyes, and then he smacked it away. “Get out of my face.”

“Ow,” Kirishima pouted as he shook out his hand. “No need for violence. It’s not my fault you were day dreaming about your new girlfriend.”

Heat flooded through the blond’s body, burning in his cheeks and the tips of his ears, but he tried to cover it up with a snarl.

“Don’t be fuckin’ cute, Shitty Hair. She’s not my girlfriend.”

The words sounded so juvenile coming out of his mouth. He was half tempted to slam his own head in the locker door for saying them.

“Oh, really?” A sly grin crawled across Kirishima’s mouth. “So you didn’t take her on a moonlit drive to a takoyaki stand that somehow ended with you two sleeping on the beach?”

How the fuck? Bakugo stared at his partner blankly until the redhead snickered.

“I saw the trash the interns pulled from your car,” he said. “And when the two of you came in, looking like you’d just woken up, you had enough sand in your hair to build castles with. Again, I’m dumb, not stupid.”

“Shut up,” Bakugo muttered and shouldered past his smirking bastard of a partner.

“Oh, come onnnnn, bro, you gotta give me some details,” Kirishima cajoled as he followed on the blond’s heels. “Likeeee… Oh! Did you hold her hand?”

Bakugo gritted his teeth as he recalled the feeling of your palm against his before he violently shoved the memory into a corner of his mind and set it on fire.

“I will end you if you don’t shut up,” he growled as he stomped toward the locker room door.

“So that’s a yes,” Kirishima said. “I personally think the two of you make a very cute couple. I saw you were already sharing clothes, though you wearing Dynamight merch does seem a little egotistical.”

“I will seriously blow your fucking face off. Starting with your lips.”

“Oh, speaking of lips!” the redhead gasped. Then he ran around to face Bakugo while walking backwards, and the smirk on his face was infuriating. “Did the two of you kissssss?”

He puckered his mouth and made kissing noises, and Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks as his palms started to warm up.

“You have three seconds,” he deadpanned.

“Awww, I’m just playing, man,” Kirishima laughed, slowing to a stop a few feet away.

“Three.”

The smile started to fade from the redhead’s face as he saw the orange glow surrounding Bakugo’s hands.

“Bro, come on, I was just teasing,” he said with a nervous chuckle, but he started to back away towards the broken down door behind him.

“Two.”

“Alright, Alright!” Kirishima quickly turned for the door, but Bakugo heard him mutter under his breath. “Guess that answers that. You definitely wouldn’t be this crabby if she kissed you.”

“One!”

“Wait, Baku— ahhhHHHHHH!”

~*~*~*~*

You slept for the rest of the day and didn’t wake up until the orange glow of sunset was filtering in through your blinds. Yawning, you stretched in your bed, and you had about three seconds of peace before you recalled what had happened this morning.

“Nooooo,” you groaned as you pushed your face into your pillow. You wished it was only a terrible dream, but you knew it was just embarrassing enough to be real.

You’d slept on the beach next to Bakugo, and you were pretty sure Kirishima, and the rest of the agency, probably knew already.

For a moment, you wondered if the blond himself had said anything to anyone about your date that was definitely not a date, but then you knew the explosive hero would rather pull his own teeth out than talk. Besides, he certainly wasn’t conflicted about what you two did last night. To him, he got some food, stretched his legs on the beach afterwards, and happened to fall asleep, and you just happened to be there with him. That was it. So you needed to stop reading into things before you hurt your own feelings.

Sighing, you flopped over on your back to stare at the ceiling, tracing the shadows caused by the fading sun streaming through the blinds. In all honestly, you still felt tired. You could probably roll over and just go back to sleep right now…

As if in protest, your stomach snarled, loud enough that it echoed through the room. After picking up your phone and squinting at the bright screen, you saw it was almost six-thirty, which meant it had been over twelve hours since you last ate.

The texture and flavor of those takoyaki balls jumped to the forefront of your mind, and your stomach grumbled again. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a car to go back to that stand, or to go anywhere really, and you hadn’t gone grocery shopping today like you intended to, so you would have to make due with what was left in the fridge.

But the thought of having to get up and make something seemed more taxing than usual, and you were seriously contemplating just going to bed for dinner.

Then a knocked sounded at your door.

You immediately bolted upright in bed, heart caught in your throat. Could it be…?

But no, it was Kirishima’s voice that called your name through the door a moment later, and you tried to ignore the disappointment that welled up inside you.

“J-Just a minute!” you called back, voice still rough with sleep. Then you guzzled the bottle of water that was on your bedside and slid out of bed, hissing at the cold floor beneath your bare toes. You glanced around for you slippers for a moment before you remembered they were gone, and you sighed and resigned yourself to icy feet since your fuzzy socks were tangled somewhere in the bed, and it would take too much effort to excavate them.

You didn’t want to keep the hardening hero waiting any longer, so you quickly turned on the light before you tiptoed your way to the door, unlocked it, and opened it to reveal the towering redhead.

“Hey there!” Kirishima grinned before he seemed to take in your appearance, and then he frowned. “Oh, sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, no, I woke up a few minutes ago, don’t worry,” you said, combing your fingers through your wild hair self-consciously.

“Well, I’m glad you got some rest. You definitely deserved it.” The redhead smiled again, but there was an undercurrent to his voice that you couldn’t place.

“Oh, no,” you laughed nervously. “If there’s anyone who deserves to sleep for a whole day, it’s you. But I’m guessing you probably haven’t slept since I saw you last night.”

“I don’t need much sleep anyway, but I got a few hours in earlier this afternoon.” Kirishima sheepishly rubbed at the nape of his neck before his signature grin slid back into place. “But I’m actually off for the rest of the night and tomorrow, so I’m not a workaholic, I promise.”

“Good to know,” you chuckled, but then you couldn’t help but fidget, shifting from foot to foot on the cold floor.

The redhead must have noticed your discomfort because he looked down at your feet and then let out a small gasp.

“Oh, that’s right! Duh.” He slapped his forehead before he pulled his other arm out from behind his back. You hadn’t even noticed he’d been hiding one arm, and you blinked down at the bag he was holding between his fingers.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“It’s a gift! For you.” Kirishima smiled and jostled his hand, so you had no choice but to take the so-called gift.

“U-Um, this is really nice, Kirishima, but I don’t need…” You trailed off as you pulled the Dynamight colored slippers from the depths off the bag, a blush burning across your cheeks like wildfire.

“I, uh, found your other pair down the hall,” the hardening hero said in a weird tone. “And given the state of them, I thought you would need a new pair.”

“Thank you…” you murmured but avoided his gaze. You didn’t want to talk about the bloody bathroom because you knew it would bring up questions you didn’t want to answer, questions that Bakugo probably skillfully avoided while your poker face, or lack thereof, would give you away in an instant.

“You’re welcome!” Kirishima said brightly, ignorant to your inner turmoil. The two of you stood there in silence for a moment— you, staring down at the slippers, him, probably staring at you— before the redhead broke it again. “Well, aren’t you going to try them on?”

“Right now?” you asked as you snapped your head up.

“Yes, right now,” he said with a teasing smile that was offset a little by his sharp teeth. “I need to know if they fit, or if I should go grab you another pair before I leave.”

“O-Oh, okay.” You cleared your throat nervously before you stepped back into your room, holding the door open and gesturing the hero inside.

“Thanks!” Kirishima practically skipped into the room and looked around with an interest that made you blush.

“Sorry about the mess,” you muttered, closing the door behind you and then scurrying over to the bed to haphazardly fix the covers.

“No worries.” The hardening hero smiled at you. “We want you to feel comfortable while you’re here, so use the room as you see fit.”

You briefly wondered who the ‘we’ he was referring to in that statement was, but you quickly told yourself it was probably just PR-speak for the agency.

“Well, um, you can take a seat if you want,” you said and gestured to the chair in front of your desk. “This should only take a second.”

“Cool.” Kirishima eased himself down into the rolling chair, and you had to admit, he looked a little comical. You knew he was over six feet, probably closer to six-four or six-five, so he almost looked like an adult sitting in a little kid’s chair, with his knees higher up than they should be.

You tore your gaze from the imposing hero as you made your way to the bed, hopping up on it and letting your legs swing since you were a bit too short to reach the ground. Then you took the brand-new Dynamight slippers— that smelled like they’d just been pulled from the packaging— and slid them onto your feet.

“Ohhhhh, these feel really nice,” you sighed, wiggling your toes into the plush orange soles.

“Yeah?” Kirishima grinned.

“Super soft.” You nodded and smiled as you kicked your feet out towards him. “And they fit perfectly, see?”

“Awesome,” he said while still grinning, but then some of the brightness faded from his expression, and when his eyes found yours, they were uncharacteristically serious. “It’s not much, but I just wanted to give you something as a… small thank you.”

“For what?” you asked with a frown.

“For last night.”

Your legs froze mid swing, and you blinked at the redhead as you felt sweat break out on the nape of your neck.

He couldn’t mean…

“Last night?” you laughed anxiously, trying to deflect. “I don’t think I did anything thanks worthy. I mean, I tried to stop Bakugo from leaving but failed. He just, uh, really wanted that takoyaki.”

“Bakugo’s like a stubborn bull when he makes a decision, so I’m not sure even I could have stopped him if I caught him at the door.” Kirishima gave you a slight smile before he became serious again. “But you kept him breathing and stopped all that bleeding, so I think you deserve a little thanks. Don’t you?”

Your lungs seized as your heart pounded in your ears. Fuck. Oh, fuck. He knew. He knew what you did. Did Bakugo—

“Bakugo didn’t say anything,” Kirishima cut in as if he could see the panicked question on your face. “So don’t get mad at him. I kinda just figured it out myself, and he told me not to say anything to anyone… which maybe included you, now that I think about it. Shit. But I have a terrible poker face, and I don’t want to lie to you while you’re here—”

“Kirishima.”

The redhead stopped his rambling at the tightness in your voice, and he winced.

“Sorry,” he said before he took a deep breath, let out a sigh, and met your gaze again. “What I’m saying is, Bakugo didn’t tell your secret… and I won’t either. I think it’s very… dangerous, what you’ve done and may continue doing. But you saved my best friend, more than once now, so I’m not going to turn you in or anything. I really just wanted to say thank you. Bakugo can be a bit… abrasive, but I’ve known him for a decade now, and he’s a good guy, an even better hero. The world is better off with him in it, and right now, that’s thanks to you. So… thanks.”

He smiled tentatively as he rubbed the back of his head, and after a moment, you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your head spun from the lack of oxygen, spots dancing before your eyes, and you clasped your shaking hands in your lap as you took several deep breaths.

He wasn’t going to turn you in. He knew your secret and was going to keep it, just like Bakugo. You were okay. You were okay.

“Are you alright?” Kirishima asked a minute later, like he could hear you trying to convince yourself.

“Y—” Your voice cracked, so you cleared your throat and tried again. “Yes. I— sorry, I was just… a little startled.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Kirishima said gently. “I probably could have worded it better and not just dropped it on you like that. But, seriously, you have nothing to worry about. I’m not going to get you in trouble.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, dropping your gaze to your slipper-clad feet, staring at the Dynamight color scheme. “I… know you could get in trouble, too, for keeping quiet, so… thank you.”

“Well, I’ll only get in trouble if something terrible happens, and from what Bakubro said, you’re pretty talented, so I’m not too worried about it,” the redhead said, and when you glanced up at him, he winked at you, causing you to blush.

Bakugo had said you were talented?

“W-Well, I don’t know about that,” you muttered before you suddenly noticed something about the hardening hero. You squinted, the shadows thrown by the sunset and blinds not making it easy, but you thought… “Are you wearing makeup?”

Kirishima abruptly went as red as his hair, scratching the side of his neck and averting his gaze.

“Is it that noticeable?” he asked with a nervous chuckle. “I, um, got a black eye, and our PR manager said it wouldn’t be good for me to be seen with it, since you know, hardening hero. I’m supposed to be unbreakable and all that. So, uh, one of the sidekicks said she could cover it up, and I thought it looked alright…”

“No, no, it’s actually hardly noticeable,” you tried to reassure him. “It’s just, up close, the skin looks lighter around that eye now, which… doesn’t match the other side completely. But… wait, how did you get a black eye? I didn’t notice it last night. Or this morning.”

“Oh, well, um, I didn’t… have it then,” he said haltingly, but when he caught your eyes for a moment, he sighed. “Bakubro and I just had a… friendly conversation, and he caught me by surprise. He actually felt really bad after! Usually, I can harden myself faster, but I kinda… tripped and faceplanted into a doorframe.”

You pressed your lips together to suppress a smile. He seemed so embarrassed, you didn’t want to add to that. But maybe you could…

“Well, you said you’re off for tonight and tomorrow right?” you asked, and the redhead looked up at you with a confused frown.

“Uh, yeah?”

“That’s enough plausible time for it to heal somewhat, or for you to go to a doctor,” you said delicately, worried you were overstepping.

Unfortunately, Kirishima just continued to blink at you with a perplexed tilt to his head, so you sighed.

“I could… fix it for you,” you offered as you stared down at your slippers. “I know it probably hurts, and l-like your PR manager said, gotta protect your image…”

You trailed off into awkward silence, and the hardening hero didn’t say anything for so long you thought you had upset him. But when you looked up, he was wearing the most… constipated expression, for lack of a better word.

“I… on the one hand, I know I shouldn’t, and I don’t want to bother you since you did so much last night,” he said with a furrowed brow. “But… on the other hand, I am very curious to see how you fixed up Bakubro.”

“Well, on the bright side, a black eye is much easier to fix than a humerus pierced by rebar.” You laughed nervously as you slid off your bed. “And I won’t tell on you if you won’t.”

Kirishima grinned at you, and a hint of excitement entered his eyes. “Deal.”

“Okay, just stay still for a moment,” you said, walking up to where he was sitting.

“Like this?” The redhead sat ramrod straight, and since he was so tall, he was almost eyelevel with you.

“Perfect.” You smiled and extended your hands out, but you only got close enough so that your fingertips were barely brushing the skin on either side of his eye. You didn’t need much power for something this small, and you were also trying to break your habit of straddling pro heroes because it was vastly unsustainable.

The makeup around his eye felt a little cakey under your fingertips, but you ignored it as you summoned a tendril of your quirk and sent it into his skin. A pulsing ache started up in your own face, but luckily no bones were broken, so you were able to patch up the tissue damage in a matter of seconds, and you barely felt any dip in your energy levels.

“And done,” you said as you stepped back with a smile. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” Kirishima blinked, reaching up to poke his cheek. “Wow, that was so fast! And kinda cold and tingly. Bakugo was right, you are good.”

There it was again, a mention of Bakugo talking about you, possibly praising you.

“I’m really not, but I’m happy I could help.” You blushed as you moved back to the bed, hopping up on it to put some space between you and the hardening hero. A moment of quiet stillness passed between the two of you, but it was quickly broken by the growling of your stomach. You clamped a hand over your gut, but the growling only got worse, like it was refusing to be silenced. “Ahh, sorry.”

“Don’t be!” the redhead said and waved his hands. “I’m the one who should be sorry. You said you just woke up, and now you’ve used your quirk, so you’re probably starving.”

“Maybe a little,” you laughed lightly. “I still need to go look in the fridge and see what I can throw together. So, if you were hoping for a free meal, you might have to settle for subpar quality.”

“Nah, I’m good, don’t need to steal your dinner tonight.” Kirishima grinned, but then it took on a sly quality, and you could see a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Actually, I was just about to go meet some friends for food and drinks. Why don’t you come with?”

“W-What?” you stuttered, blinking at him. “N-No, I couldn’t…”

You definitely couldn’t. The redhead said he was meeting friends, which almost certainly meant other heroes. You couldn’t just… go to dinner with pro heroes. You were a civilian, a fucking seamstress. What could you possibly talk about with professional heroes?

“Aww, come on, it’ll be fun!” Kirishima said as he leaned forward in his chair. “Think of it as a thank you for protecting my image. Besides, it’s only a small get together, and the food there is amazingggg.”

“I-I wouldn’t want to impose,” you tried desperately, shifting from where you sat on the bed, hoping he would pick up how uncomfortable you felt.

“How can you ‘impose’ if I’m inviting you?” the golden-retriever of a human laughed, completely missing all of your body language. “Besides, the gang will loveeee you. Mina will probably talk your ear off once she finds out you work with clothes. But don’t let her con you into making her a new wardrobe. Because she will try.”

He was already talking like you had agreed, but at the mention of wardrobe, a last-ditch excuse jumped into your mind, and you seized it.

“I don’t have anything to wear, though,” you blurted out and then became intensely aware that you were in cotton sleeping shorts that were much shorter than you would have preferred them to be in this instant. Blushing to the roots of your hair, you tugged on the collar of your old orange sweatshirt, splattered with paint. “M-My jeans are covered in sand right now, and I didn’t bring a lot with me, most of it’s in storage while my apartment’s fixed.”

“The bar we’re going isn’t anywhere fancy, it’s totally casual!” Kirishima countered with a grin, and he gestured down to his outfit of dark jeans, a gray Henley shirt, and a thin black jacket. “I’m sure you definitely have something better than this.”

You smiled stiffly, your mind casting about for an argument, any argument, but the redhead was smiling at you so excitedly, and you were such a people pleaser at heart…

“Alright,” you heard yourself saying, as if from a distance. “When did you want to leave?”

“As soon as you’re ready!” he said.

“I— well, I need some time to change and get ready,” you stammered, trying not to think about how crazy your hair probably looked right now.

“Okay, how long do you need?” he asked with an expression of complete innocence, and then he just looked at you expectantly.

“Um…” You bit your lip, calculating the least amount of time you would need to at least look somewhat presentable. “Could you give me fifteen-- twenty minutes?”

“Yup!” He grinned and shot to his feet, so tall his hair nearly brushed the ceiling as he walked to the door and opened it. “We’ll be waiting downstairs, so just come meet us at the reception desk!”

And with that, he walked out of your room and closed the door behind him. You blinked.

“We?” you squeaked out to the empty room.

Fuck. Why didn’t you even think about the fact that Bakugo would also possibly be there?

You really should have just gone back to bed.

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atlasonfire · 2 years

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Okay, here's some more The Quarry head canons while i wait for my computer to update (i love writing these):

After Ryan's third year coming back to be a counsellor after the re-opening of Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, Caleb decides to make him co-owner alongside Max instead of just a counsellor. Caleb quits, and decides to become a cop like his Uncle Travis. Travis deserves a load off his shoulders once in a while.

Its complicated, and Ryan remembers a Bizarre Yet Bonafide episode on people who take ownership of generational family land without being apart of the bloodline being cursed and has some superstitions about becoming co-owner — but Caleb tells him Chris would've wanted it, and that gets Ryan to ease up.

Ryan still tells ghost stories to the kids.

He moves to Night Kill, much like Laura and Max.

He manages to convince Kaitlyn to visit, but she never stays longer than three days and never on a week with a full moon.

Max is the least organised camp owner ever. Never wears the uniform (most because he doesn't want to look stupid.), doesn't know the schedules, etc. Laura is pretty sure he wasn't ready for the responsibility but took it anyway. She helps him on most nights to get things in order.

Ryan wears the uniform that Chris used to wear (not the...exact one. Chris had a lot of spares being a werewolf and all) for the first week of summer before deciding it was uncomfortable and goes back to his regular clothes. Being a camp mentor wasn't about the looks, after all.

He manages to convince Dylan to come down, after an entire spring of begging for some company besides Laura and Max. "Listen, I love em'. I bled with Laura, man, i let her bite me, but come on. I'm going crazy."

Laura is the camp nurse, but otherwise spends time hunting with Bobby. This time, regular hunting.

Speaking of Bobby, Ryan is iffy around him — considering he was literally stabbed by him, but they get over their differences and Ryan realises that Bobby was only doing as he saw/was told.

When Dylan finally does come down to Hackett's Quarry, things are awkward. He and Ryan never really talked face-to-face after their trial in court, especially not about what they were.

Despite this, when they first see each other, they hug for a solid three minutes. Ryan is almost afraid if he lets go, Dylan wont really be there, and Dylan is afraid that if he lets go that Ryan will see how much has changed and will regret asking him to come.

"I was listening to that stupid podcast during the ride here."

"And?"

"How are you still sane? I wanted to climb through my phone and strangle everyone involved in making something so stupid. Several times."

"They cleared our names, Dylan."

"Yeah, yeah. We all know who sent them that stupid package."

Flirting ensues.

Emma sees an ad for Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp in the paper and tells all of her subscribers about Ryan being the new face of the camp, and shares some stories about him. She also sees Max, is confused for a moment, then remembers him as Laura's boyfriend.

"You guys see this stupid face? This is that bitch i tased. I mean... it was a very different looking face, but it was this face behind all of the whole ugly...furless werewolf thing."

She doesnt know if her subscribers actually believe the whole werewolf thing, but regardless, she tells everything as she remembers.

Jacob starts a tiktok about his experience as a summer camp counsellor, but also for his love of peanut butter butter pops. In his bio it says,

He/him yes I'm that guy that brought back the best snack under the sun.

He almost goes back to Hacketts quarry, just for a tiktok video, but changes his mind mostly because he doesn't want to run around the forest naked again by accident somehow.

Abigail sees the same ad in the paper and texts Emma about considering going back.

Emma gives her a psychological evaluation - which is literally just a BuzzFeed quiz of "would YOU get murdered in a horror movie?"

Abigail got traumatised but lived, and takes that as a sign to go back. She really enjoyed her time at the camp as a counsellor, besides the whole...almost dying to her almost summer boyfriend.

Ryan is pleased to see her, and Dylan is happy to see her too. One more person to hear his jokes.

Dylan gives the announcements every morning like usual, but every night he makes an announcement now too, "stay in your cabins during the night, kids, or a bear will get you and eat off your hand like they did to mine!"

He gets more and more creative every night. Every one of the nightly announcements are about bears, maybe sometimes he makes a remark about a boar to tease Abigail.

One of the kids, during bonfire night, asks Ryan about the supposed werewolves.

Ryan brings a flashlight up to his face, illuminating him in the dark and starts telling some stereotypical horror story about werewolves he saw on the internet a while back, but changes the location to Hacketts Quarry.

"And thats why you never wanna talk about them. Cause they'll hear you. And they'll.. eat. You. Right. Up."

Dylan walks into the circle coincidentally just as he says that and is met with screams.

He screams back.

Max scolds Ryan for telling scary stories to the kids, and Ryan remembers that Chris had said something similar and withdraws a little with the scary stories.

Nick makes a short film about turning into a werewolf (totally not based on reality.)

Emma finds it funny, and reacts/reviews it on her youtube channel.

Abigail, always supportive and sweet, helps with some of the concept art for the (animated) werewolves. Nick wonders if any of the designs are reminiscent of what he looked like as one, but picks blindly.

Laura finds what she was looking for in coming back to Hacketts Quarry and Night Kill, eventually. Peace with what happened.

The nightmares might stay, the memories wont go away, but she manages to sleep a little easier after one long night talking to Travis about that fateful day.

Laura makes a headstone for Silas near the quarry. That weight on her shoulders is a little lighter.

Dylan and Ryan sit together on the last day of the summer, after all the new counsellors plus Abigail have left once more, and talk.

Dylan removes his prosthetic, allows himself to be vulnerable near Ryan, and asks about Kaitlyn. The jokes are gone and the awkwardness and flirting are too. They'd been avoiding this all summer.

Ryan tells him that he hadnt been ready for a relationship with neither of them when he was 18 and going to college. Now almost 25, and having spent another whole summer with Dylan, its different.

(Before this conversation Ryan talked to Abigail, got some advice, also talked to Kaitlyn and got some firmer advice and some scolding for being stupid and avoiding talking like adults do)

Dylan and Ryan figure out whats different, and its how they feel about each other. They establish they like each other, romantically, and Dylan talks about how disappointed he was when they reconnected after that last night long ago and Ryan acted like they hadnt gotten closer - like they hadnt kissed, protect and bled for each other, etc.

Ryan feels like an asshole.

Ryan isnt an asshole, so he apologises and offers an explanation.

Its not the best explanation, and not what Dylan wanted to hear, but its the truth and Dylan is happy with it.

Everyone, after that summer in Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, had been traumatised and came out different than when they went in. Changed. Ryan had needed time, and Dylan was patient enough.

Max steps out just as they kiss, holding four mugs of hot cocoa he'd made in celebration, swiftly does a three sixty and heads back to Laura in the kitchen grabbing some snacks (they'd planned to watch that stupid short film before Dylan had to go, and share some stories or whatever)

"You owe me fifty bucks." He tells Laura.

Re-upload as a separate post instead of a reblog. Might add more later :)

#hacketts quarry #supermassive games #the quarry #did this instead of work #headcannons

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defnotstoss · 3 months

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1/31/24 helping each other out of spirals

I think it’s worth updating the status of the gruesome scene I described in my last entry here. I wrote that the night you broke the news to me crying. I had told you to take the time you needed and not to worry about me, and I meant it. I knew you’d at least take the weekend since you two would be with friends in LA. Hopefully getting some quality time together. First baby steps.

I slept terribly that night. I thought of you probably 95% of the time I was able to give myself me-moments during that day. Which was a lot since I’d taken the day off work. I tried to be productive working on the bathroom in my basement, playing music. Every song reminded me of you.

E was such a beautiful partner in these rough moments, giving me the space to feel the feelings I was sorting through and receiving them as I needed to express them. We’ve grown a lot this last week. We both feel for you and J as a couple and individually.

I slept pretty terribly that Friday too, waking up and immediately getting back to work in my basement. Clearly needing space to build and meditate on things in my own way. Mushrooms help me compartmentalize and look at things in a new light. By the time we went on our date that night I was in a great place, appreciative of things I have.

I was outwardly appreciating her that night but there was a whole circus of thoughts about you in the back of my mind. Good ones. How much I appreciate you in my life and how, of course, I would have wanted this to happen if the other option was to never be fully real with you.

You and I have talked about how we didn’t know what we needed until we found each other but I’m not sure how specific I got with you.

I had been needing to feel realness from someone. I had been needing to feel love and life. I needed to be reminded of how it feels for another person to unlock the protective layer of my soul. So I could let them in and bare the real things - memories, wounds, everything that’s made me who i am - that lie inside it and to accept them. The crazy thing is that you only saw some of whats inside there and even though it seemed like a ton, and even though it was difficult, I know I could share all the other dust-covered momentous parts of my evolution and you’d accept them too. And I know that, given time, I would share them because you simply have the keys to my soul. I didn’t give them to you, you just.... had them. I think you’ll always have them.

I needed to find someone who wanted to unlock that part of me.

I can promise you that meeting you has shifted the trajectory of my life. That might sound ridiculous, like hyperbole, I know, but truly you’ve changed my perspective, my appreciation for things. You put me back on a track that felt familiar in a lot of ways. Its like you brought me back to... me, in a way. You helped me find who I wanted to be years and years ago before life got fucking hard so many different times, which had made me harden as a result.

I will appreciate your acceptance in a way you couldn’t possibly comprehend until my memory kicks the bucket, which who knows could be like 5 years from now, my memory sucks. But that’s why I write! ;)

Nah, who am I kidding, I could never forget it.

Anyway, I had all of these thoughts going on about you over the weekend and the longer time went by without hearing your voice or seeing your name pop up on my phone in the form of a text alert, the more I started to get incredibly negative feelings. Forgetting that I had told you to worry about you and J, don’t worry about me. I was putting myself in a box of little worth. I slept terribly again Sunday night. I knew you’d be back in town on Monday night and it was hell not reaching out in some form before then.

I finally caved on Monday evening, two nights ago. I opted to message you on IG because it seemed less invasive that way. Something like, “I hope the weekend was a good first step for you guys, but fucking kill me I need to talk to you or I’m going to die.” Maaaaaybe slightly less dramatic. You got back to me via a text message while I was putting Tristan down, immediately remembering that I had assigned you your own new alert noises at some point over the weekend because otherwise I would think every text message alert was going to be you and I hated getting my hopes up every damn time.

We facetimed again that night and it felt so good. I told E I was heading downstairs to talk to you and she could sense how nervous I was. She told me good luck. She knew I was missing you but also that I didn’t know what would come of it. She knew I was still feeling like you could tell me you’d never want to see me again or that J wouldn’t want you to see me again at least. I was nervous and scared. But my god how that melts away the moment I see your face. You make me feel like nothing is that bad when I see your smile. I won, right?

The biggest takeaway for me from our conversation that night is that you made a point to say that it isn’t about me. For J, it’s not about me. That its a you two thing. Hearing that made me feel like this isn’t the end of anything, because, although I don’t know all the stuff between you two, I know you’ll overcome it.

You also told me on Monday night that you have no expectations for me while you and J are closed up. You don’t expect me not to date, etc. and I appreciate that. The second biggest takeaway for me that night was that you said “...however, when we do open back up my hope is to start seeing you again.” It’s like you enjoy rattling that ring of keys that unlock all the parts of my soul. It made me incredibly happy to hear you say that. Even when things kind of suck, you make me so fucking happy.

I slept well that night, my spiraling was over and I felt so much more comfortable about everything.

Then last night. I was at a work dinner downtown at the Pendry Hotel on Michigan Ave a block south of Wacker. I had been looking at my phone, considering excuses to tell my coworkers why I have to go. I just wanted to leave. And then <insert still completely foreign to me text alert noise>. Your text said “Hi are you free to talk again for just a few?”

It’s interesting how the subtlest of differences in how you text when you’re sad are so striking to me.

I immediately stood up from the table and said I had to go, turns out I needed zero reason or excuse to tell them, I basically just said “Hey guys I gotta go” and didn’t look back.

I facetimed you and immediately as I walked out of the hotel heading north on Michigan ave. I asked how you were, knowing you weren’t as good as you had been when we hung up the night before. I heard some pain in your voice and your pretty eyes looked sad, making my heart beat faster in a slight panic but ready to help you however I could.

I noticed that my phone was at 3%, dude what the hell, and I didn’t want the chaos of the city streets make this moment of communicating with you more stressful so I asked if I could call you back once I got in my car. “Give me five minutes,” I said and you agreed.

I ran the block north to Wacker and turned right looking at the buildings... “where the fuck did I come out from the parking garage?” I had pulled into a parking garage from Lower Wacker earlier in the evening, parked two floors down and had taken the elevator up to the building’s lobby which led to two big glass doors and out to Wacker. I found those two big glass doors, shamefully out of breath after such a short run, and they were locked. “um what?” I did a lap around the entire building, running in the suit I was wearing, my dress shoes clacking with every stride. No unlocked doors anywhere. “ummmmmm what!?”

I finally spotted a guy vacuuming inside and ran to the big plate window nearest him and started banging on it mouthing the word “PARKING GARAGE” and an animated shrug that could have either made him understand I was confused or that I was a fucking psycho trying to break in. He pointed to a door, unlocked it and let me in. I should have asked his name as he’ll probably make a guest appearance in my memoirs one day. He led me to an elevator bank, I hopped in, went to P2 and there was my Jeep. As soon as I was back on street level I facetimed you back and found a spot to park. I needed to hear you.

You were so sad in that moment. I was once again worried for you, needing to know what had you feeling like this. I told you I’d do my best to give you honest reassurance about absolutely anything, but asked specifically what are you concerned about?

You’re so fucking cute. You told me you needed reassurance about where I was at about you. How you’d basically be giving me this impossible task of waiting for you and I think maybe you had started to think it wasn’t realistic for me to wait, or to want to wait. I couldn’t have been more relieved.

When I’m faced with something that puts me in a panic I don’t outwardly show it, I internalize it, think of the worst scenarios and look for the solutions. In the 15 minutes I spent running around that god damn building (the next time I drive by it i’m going to say “oh hey there’s the GD Building!” like it’s owned by General Dynamics or something) and then driving my way out of the parking garage I was once again starting to think about the worst case scenarios. So hearing what had you down in that moment, something so far from a worst case scenario, the panic disappeared.

I want nothing more than to wait for you. I’ve given you probably 500 random reasons why I think you are amazing, I’d wait for those things. I’ve told you how you’ve changed me in so many different ways, I’d wait for those things. I’ve told you how you make me feel unique and special, I’d wait for those things, even if I have to mute them a bit going forward. I’ve told you how beautiful you are, I’d wait for that. I've told you how warm, and kind and receptive you are, I'll wait for that. I’ve told you a whole lot of shit and I want to tell you a whole lot more and I’m going to wait for the opportunity to do it.

I don’t remember exactly how I responded, but the gist of it was that.

I wanted to say, "I love you, of course I’ll wait for you." But I don't think I should say that at all at this point and furthermore I wouldn’t want to tell you I love you for the first time over facetime. Though that would be kind of cute considering our first date was over facetime.

When you read to me your full two 8x10 pages of single spaced notes, our conversation afterward, and then again over facetime the next day, we talked about how this is kind of a pause. We don’t have to retract the feelings and things we’ve shared with each other, that we have for each other. Those can remain, maybe we just try stopping ourselves from being outwardly crazy about each other (lol this is going so well, clearly). But yeah, I want those feelings to remain at this level. I wouldn’t forget about someone I have those feelings for. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from running back to someone I have that with the moment I was able to again.

That conversation last night, while I was parked under the L, on lord knows what street, began with tears and ended with us laughing and with you reassured. That’s the kind of stuff I’ll gladly wait for. We’re the kind of friends, I think, that will always be there for each other. That’s what I want and I don’t really care how long it takes.

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..Yeaaah... Best just skip past the romantic dialogue and watch the fights and Obi-Wan&Anakin's banter?😂🙈

I'm not judging, you are😂😂🤷🏻‍♀️

No supposedly🤷🏻‍♀️😅

Ohhh, GIFs?😂😂 Ohh, you know what's the best thing about Wandavision? The Song "Agatha All Along"😍😍

Nope, no ghost-kangaroos anywhere😌 And nooo, that Mon-El is busy being with HIS Kara and I didn't murder him anyway😏 And anyway, what was that about not being able to judge unwritten ideas?🤨

...That's a very funny thing to imagine😂😂

The lemon thing is weird...And WHY would anyone name that ship that, too? I was so confused I saw that in the taggs the first time and realized they meant Lena and Mon😅🙈

Honestly, by the end all characters were either dead or out of their mind😅🙈 And ohhhhhhh, do you mean "Survivor" and its first part by PencilPuppy? Cause if you mean that one, then HECK YEAH, IT'S SO FREAKING AWE AND SOME😍😍 (Fun fact: There's been a tab open on my phone for a few months now with that fic cause I over-binged the first part and by the time I was at the 5th chapter of "Survivor" my brain needed a break, but yesterday evening I finally got back to reading it😂😍🙈 I'm at Chapter 9 now😁)

Yeah, sorry?😅🙈🤷🏻‍♀️

Wait, you mean the curtain in that shower scene or what do you mean? (Btw, have you seen the vid of Katie's actress talking about that scene and how the shower curtains kept being not see-through enough?😂)

Ahh, yess, he got Mel from that so😍😁☺ But uff, yes, poor Chris, I didn't even realize how much hate he got for just existing... Poor guy, that's not cool, esp. with all the other stuff he already has (had) going on regarding his mental health🙈🙈😭😭🙈🙈

Ohhh, more christian symbolism and reference than "Illuminati"?🤔

OH HECK YEAH😍😍 I'M SO HYPED FOR HIS ARRIVAL!😍💃🏻😍💃🏻😍💃🏻😍💃🏻 (To be fair tho, I'm ALWAYS ready to jump, screech and party if LW updates so that might not be the best reference point😂😂🤷🏻‍♀️)

Haha, that's actually kinda sweet tho😁😂

Yes, yes, you too!😍☺💃🏻

xxx

tbh, the whoel movie could be about them bantering and fightng with bad guys/robots. I mean, come on, their relationship aka a dude who didn't really know how to show emotions because he was raised this way and thought they were wrong, but still cared deeply about the other and a dude who's never really learnt how to not have them and being baiscally boiling inside but treating the other as his father, and the whole relationship based on it - pure complexed shit i lust for. But, better approached in the tv shows and books than in the movies.

Bullshit. Check the other messages. You are moaning even more than me.

Have heard. lol Have also heard they are doing a spin off about her.

Ghosts are invisible but they are there.

Mhm, while having a PTSD in afterlife because of how YOU have treated him.

Don't remember but for sure it is your fault.

I mean, LeMon makes sense, I guess? What doesn;t change the fact I cringe everytime i see a real lemon. Also, who would want to curse poor Mon Mon with shipping him with that bitch.

YES, that fic and it for sure needs more lovve so GO AND READ AND SEND COMMENTS TO THE AUTHOR RIGHT NOW!!! And it's not updated as fast at it ws before and it's depressing ;______;

No, you are not.

i mean, the curtain in the story, not the curtain when they were filming, becasue for sure that was clean. But the curtain from the story? A shower in a fucking hospital???? For sure it was not cleaned for weeks? And how many people were using it? EWWWW?

So what? They caouldn't have aimed good enough and were kissing weird places? lol?

Yeah, sometimes I feell the only REALLY good thing SG did was making them meeting. Aside of probably saving Mel's life, when they moved to Van and You Know Who was left behind ==;

As for the haters.... there is a special fucking place in hell for them. i get hating character, but i don;t gettheir obsession with hating on the actor who did his job and how they treat a man they don;t even know, because this is a higher level of being obsessed/totally screwed up in the heads. Ugh, anyway.

Not sure what "illuminati" is? A book or a movie? (aside of the secret society, of course) I mean, the book is not flooding the reader with the christian symbolism but there are a lot (i mean, one of the characters is bascially the devil and there is the god's side etc). Still good even if you are not into stuff like that.

lol, just don't hurt yourself while jumping xD

If you say so =='

Have a ncie day! :D

#anons #ReFail

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BORN SINNER III

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summary; Regardless of whether you are a liar or not, that didn’t make it okay for Jungkook to lie to you. warnings; virgin jungkook, timid jungkook, church boy jk, a LOT of religious themes/discussion, catholic guilt, fear of sinning, mentions of masturbation, heavy doubts, a little paranoia/fear of being outcasted, jk has a crush, confessions, making out, boob lover jk has his boobs touched, groping/petting, light praise, very brief/light choking, jk is horny like 75% of the time, positive character development <3 rating; m (18+) wc; 9.5k

banner; as always, by @jamaisjoons !! ty ty ty!! <3333

notes; i have to apologize for delaying this update for so long. truth is, it was difficult to write the next part bc i felt like i had trapped myself in pt2-- jk wasn't showing ANY progress & i started to really hate his character. LUCKILY, with the help of my amazing editor n wife @kigurumu *audience cheers* i was able to put him back on the right track towards redemption! (& even more painful angst in the future!) sadly, that means that this part doesn't include any explicit smut, you'll see why. still, I'm very proud of how much i was able to build his character in this part and i hope you enjoy it!!! lemme know what u think <3

in the future, i will try my best to make sure the chapters aren’t so spaced out. again, i am so so sorry about taking so long to update this series

He gets your text the following Tuesday morning.

Now, Jungkook has never been one to be overly invested in his cell phone; he uses it as much as he needs to, just checks his emails, takes some photos, and sends texts when necessary. But you had set up a particularly unique ringtone for yourself the other day, had sweetly asked for his phone as he laid against your chest. His skin had felt warm and the slightest bit sweaty, his body pressed so closely against you that he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. “Did you have fun?” you asked, fingers combing back his hair. He had hummed, eyes fluttering shut to the faint tapping of your fingers across the keyboard. If he closes his eyes, he can still remember the soft beating of your heart beneath his ear, the leg you had hooked around his waist to pull him closer. The memory makes him shiver.

It’s a high-pitched bell sound that alerts him of your messages now, completely unlike the classic default tone he had set for everyone else.

From the other side of his room, Jungkook immediately pauses to look at it, the lit up screen glaring back at him from its idle place on his bedside table. He always leaves it there in the mornings, beside his rosary and the picture of his family, as he gets ready for work.

He knows exactly who it’s from— after all, that’s what you wanted when you stylized your ringtone —which is why his hand trembles in excitement as he unlocks his phone.

[❤️]: picnic tomorrow? 🥰

[❤️]: after my last class of course

Jungkook’s first thought is that this was a date, his first one with you since he had met you. His heartbeat hammers at the thought, at the mere suggestion that the two of you would be able to spend more time together this week outside of your usual weekend… acts. Additionally, if you’re asking him on a date, then surely it means you view Jungkook as a potential suitor, just as he does you? Do you want to maybe date Jungkook? Jungkook certainly wants to date you— in fact, if he starts gathering his courage now, he might be able to properly ask you out tomorrow.

Jungkook’s second thought is of that guilty, gross feeling that’s been gnawing at his insides for three days now, and how it was inevitably going to get worse when he saw you again.

He had lied to you, Jungkook recalls, sinking down against his mattress, shirt half buttoned, as he stares at the screen. He had lied to your face during a critical moment, had felt that seed of doubt in his chest blossom more than ever. And not only had Jungkook lied to you, but he had lied to you about his feelings toward you. How could he ever hope to hold you close, to date you, when he couldn’t even be honest with you?

The memory of your curious gaze presents itself at the forefront of his mind, the soft sound of your laughter ringing in his ears.

You had been so sweet to him despite his blunder, had cupped his face and kissed him on the lips when he dropped you off outside your apartment. “Not today,” you crooned, unbuckling yourself as Jungkook’s eyes trailed over your throat— ignoring your cross —and down your chest. “I have schoolwork to catch up on. But soon, okay?” Another sweet peck had left him trailing after your touch, your finger bopping the tip of his nose playfully. “Call me when you get home.”

And because he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with you, Jungkook had done as you said and called you. He’d called you and then had whimpered against his sheets as you generously talked him through another sinful deed. You had softly sighed his name over the line, told him he was handsome and that you missed him. That you wanted him in your mouth—

And of course, he had felt… something afterwards.

This is where his dilemma begins: Jungkook had felt something afterwards, and he’s not sure if it had been entirely good or bad. The longer Jungkook stays around you, hangs out with you, does things with you— the more he can feel parts inside of himself change. Because after the phone call, Jungkook had felt two distinct emotions within himself, both of which were up for questioning.

First, there was that one feeling he was becoming all too familiar with, the crushing guilt that would consume him following any sexual interaction with you or himself for that matter. Why was he like this? Why did he indulge himself in such heinous pleasures when he knew, knew better than anyone, what committing such acts meant for the future of his soul? He was practically dooming himself the way he was now, but Jungkook just didn’t understand— why did something so bad feel so good?

But alongside that gnawing guilt was this tiny, weirdly pleasant satisfaction, a gratification that superseded the relief felt by an orgasm. It was this oddly serene feeling that settled over Jungkook in the moments following a climax, the soft brush of your hands through his hair, the low lilt of your voice. They made him feel like he was floating on the softest of clouds, kissed and pampered by its wispy tendrils. It made something inside of Jungkook feel different, new. Good.

(In the back of his mind, Jungkook realizes he’s always felt that way. At the height of his pleasure, at the faintest brush of your hands against his. It was a staple of your presence, one that made Jungkook feel like he was walking on air.)

From whatever angle he looked at it, it just didn’t make sense. They were contrasting emotions; while one made him feel godawful, the other one practically made him transcend. The fact they could coincide, exist all at once, had Jungkook’s brain folding in on itself as he tried to figure out why. They kept him up the last few nights, eyes blankly staring up at his ceiling following his evening prayers. Mulling over everything he’s ever learned and been told, always circling it back to your beautiful presence in his life.

He knows sex in itself is not bad— after all, that was how the beautiful process of life came to be —but years upon years of studying his religion, cultivating his faith, had all led him to the same conclusion: premarital sex was wrong. And for the past few weeks, well. That’s all Jungkook had been doing with you.

It seems like every time you meet, you’re dead set on pleasuring him, turning Jungkook into a shivering, teary-eyed mess while you grinned from above. That confused him too— as far as Jungkook knew, the whole point of sex was to chase after your own pleasure, something you admittedly did not do. It was always Jungkook’s pleasure, Jungkook’s enjoyment that you wanted, covering him in languid kisses and long caresses until he was inevitably shooting his hot cum all over your lap and into your hands.

You had told him it was okay, that he should never feel bad for enjoying himself. But, to return back to his original dilemma, he doesn’t quite know if he can trust your word.

You’re a liar, that much Jungkook can look past his rose-tinted glasses to admit. While you may not have lied to him (or at least, Jungkook wants to believe you haven’t), the fact still stands that you are quite willing to deceive others in order to get what you want. He already knows you aren’t the biggest believer of the Church yourself, that you frequently brush off your religious duties in order to fulfill your own desires— the aforementioned sexual cravings probably the biggest one —so, quite frankly, Jungkook is untrusting of the rest of your practices. Were you lying to him, telling him all was well, just for your own benefit? Just because you wanted to drag him along on your lustful adventures? He wasn’t sure, and as much as he wanted to trust you wouldn’t, there’s a shred of doubt that plagues him.

But still.

Regardless of whether you are a liar or not, that didn’t make it okay for Jungkook to lie to you.

He taps his phone against his chin, brain a frenzied mess.

If Jungkook really wanted to pursue this relationship with you, he needed to be honest with himself and with you. Did it bother him that you were so flippant with the Church, the one he himself feels so devoted to? Yes and no. Jungkook has never been one to impress his beliefs on others, and truthfully, he would not be the slightest bit bothered if you don’t believe in the same things he does. Would there be some awkwardness in your relationship? Certainly, but at least Jungkook would know the real you from the very beginning.

But to him, posing as an avid follower when you really aren’t rubs part of him the wrong way. He’s slightly put off by that aspect of you, and justifiably felt that anyone would feel such a way if someone were to use something they love as mere leverage for their own personal gain. And to make matters worse, now that he’s been made aware, it weighs down heavily on his conscience.

Part of Jungkook, as selfish as it may be, wishes you had never revealed your secrets to him. He may have been left in the dark a total fool, but at the very least he would have been a happy fool. Would he still feel guilt about all the sexual deeds he’s partaken in with you? Sure, but at least he would only have himself to blame. The way things are now, he’s unsure who really needs to be condemned.

Realistically, it is Jungkook’s fault. He knows how you are and even more, he knows you would never proposition him for any such sexual deed if he told you no, if he simply denied you. But he doesn’t tell you no, and that’s the problem: Jungkook really likes you as you are now, questionable behavior be damned. He likes you when you make him cry and when you pinch his cheeks and when you snake your hand down his pants.

He still thinks you’re amazing, gets this fluttery feeling when you look at him with that sparkling gaze of yours. Your laughter makes him smile, even if you’re not laughing at something he said, because the sound is just so comforting, warm and soothing, makes his entire body relax when you chuckle. You have this gentle touch, these delicate hands that carefully comb his hair back for him in the car sometimes, tracing the side of his face softly. Your smile makes him dizzy, makes him want to cup your face in his hands and kiss you breathless. And, of course, he can’t complain about your… other talents when he’s only been on the beneficial receiving end of said talents. That aforementioned satisfaction, as small as it may be and as difficult as it was to admit to, was something Jungkook has begun to look forward to on the occasions that you meet.

But his inability to overlook his own beliefs and your confusing nature brings about a great strife within Jungkook. It’s the reason he hesitates outside the church after dropping you off, his car running as he glares at his steering wheel. Everything in him says to go inside and confess to his sins, relieve himself of this overwhelming sense of guilt and shame to the closest person to his Lord.

But he’s scared.

Scared that, despite the oath of confidentiality, word will get out. His fellow brothers in faith will hear about what he’s done and call him out for his lecherousness. But even worse, he’s scared of what will happen to you. Would Jungkook’s life be over if he were thrown out of his beloved church? As dramatic as he may be, no. But he recognized that there were different standards to which men were held in this society, that an act of desire by him would not ruin his name the same way it would you.

And Jungkook didn’t want that. He wanted to keep you safe. Wanted you to be happy and smiling, regardless of how conflicted it made him, because he likes you. He likes you so much, despite the fact he has yet to uncover the true extent of your character.

But the cloud of mystery is partially what intrigues him, has him pondering over your very existence instead of getting ready for work as he is now. He’s terribly enamored, thinks about you and prays for you every night. So maybe Jungkook is still the fool, because he still daydreams about you when he knows he shouldn’t.

His phone buzzes in his hand—

[❤️]: i miss you bunny ☹️

—and his decision is made.

Tuesday passes by in a blur and before he knows it, it’s Wednesday afternoon and you’re texting him the location of one of the parks in the city. You had told him not to worry about the food because you would bring it. Jungkook’s only job was bringing the picnic blanket, a huge checkered thing he had spent all morning rifling through three stores for. He wants to impress you, desperately so, that he’s even wearing a nicer outfit today, darker tones unlike his normal warm palette because he had heard a woman at his job say men look cooler in dark colors.

Suffice to say, he sticks out like a sore thumb at the park, the stark black of his jeans contrasting with the vibrant green of the neatly cut grass. Jungkook has half the mind to feel self-conscious about it, but then you’re calling his name from a couple meters away and his breath leaves his lungs.

“Hi,” you greet, the handle of your wicker basket held tightly between two hands; Jungkook rushes to relieve you of the weight. “Did you wait long?” you ask, rewarding his gentlemanly behavior with a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth that kick-starts his heart back into action and has his face burning up.

In all honesty, you have never dressed very modestly— not that you had to, nor that there was anything remotely wrong with that. Jungkook has spent many a mass service fighting the urge to glance down the front of your dresses and tops, ignoring the cleavage you liked to show off now and then. But apparently, what Jungkook had seen up until now was your version of dressing modestly. The dress you show up with today, an off day where there are no church ladies to impress and no unspoken dress codes to follow, makes his brain short circuit. The thin, thin, straps that hold it up giving him an all access view to the broad expanse of your shoulders and chest and collarbones and boobs—

“No!” Jungkook rushes to reassure you, fighting down the blush that threatens to travel further down his neck when you carefully straighten out the collar of his shirt for him. “I- I, um, just got here.”

You beam at the news. “I bought cheesecake,” you tell him, looping your arm through his as you tug him along. “I hope it hasn’t melted yet!”

By the time the two of you settle at a suitable spot near the lake, the cheesecake hasn’t melted. It’s still cold and solid, tastes like heaven on Jungkook’s tongue, and you laugh when his eyes light up. You look gorgeous like this, nestled against the checkered picnic blanket with a glass bottle of sparkling water in your hand, sandals just beside the edge of the blanket. There’s the faint chime of a bicycle bell somewhere to his left and the chatter of birds as they flock over the pond. Wonderful sights that would normally take his breath away and make him marvel at their beauty, but when you smile at him so gingerly like that, all Jungkook can think about is you.

He watches you slip a strawberry past your lips. “Tell me about yourself,” you hum, seemingly out of the blue, wiping the corner of your mouth with one careful finger. “Other than, like, church stuff,” you tease.

As you lean forward for another one, Jungkook’s brain stutters for a moment, eyes focused on the curves of your boobs as they naturally follow the movements of your upper body until he’s dizzy. “Huh?” he says, and you snort. “Oh— me, right, yes um—“

“Your favorite color?” you suggest, tugging the skirt of your dress tighter around your legs. It’s not cold, but there’s a slight breeze that keeps rolling over the two of you, pushing your floral scent over Jungkook and fluttering through his hair. “Right now, all I know is that you like cheesecake because you ate three slices at the bazaar the other week,” you chuckle.

It’s such a basic question, the bare minimum of knowing a person. But when you look at Jungkook like that, blinking those long lashes at him, it makes him forget his answer. “Um… Red,” he murmurs, watching you tug off the stem of the strawberry in your hands. “And white.”

You nod, and then you’re stretching a hand outward to offer him the aforementioned strawberry. When he doesn’t open his mouth right away, you silently demonstrate first, until Jungkook is slowly parting his lips and accepting your strawberry. The flavor bursts on his tongue, sweet and sticky, coating the very tips of your fingers when you don’t pull away fast enough. Jungkook averts his gaze when you pop them between your own lips and suck them clean.

“Red and white,” you repeat, unaware of the lustful images that flicker through Jungkook’s mind, the way his eyes unconsciously drop to the front of your dress, at the crevice between your breasts that he remembers oh so well, the tight suction around his cock as you— “They make pink, which is my favorite color.” He desperately clears his mind of the memories that flash before his eyes.

It’s a pretty color, fit for a pretty girl. Jungkook keeps the thought to himself as he watches you sift through the contents of your basket. It’s the perfect compliment to give you, he knows it’d make you happy, but his valor disappears when you throw him a soft grin and he’s transported back to a more recent memory, the memory in the car instead.

A bad influence, he had called you, had watched your eyes well up with an emotion he had never seen on you before. Sadness? Disappointment? Disgust? He wasn’t sure, all Jungkook could really remember was the acidity on your tongue when you had repeated the words back to him, the ghost of your touch when you had abruptly pulled away from him, shut him out. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so closed off before, not even when he had first met you and you were parading around with that staged shyness.

And even when Jungkook had corrected himself afterwards (read: lied to you to cover his tracks), the emotion had lingered. Even when you had playfully brushed him off, he had caught your reflection in the window beside you as he drove to your place. The sullen look on your normally happy face, lips down-turned, eyes lowered. A look he had put there.

And now he’s watching you carefully rip apart bread to throw at the birds with a tender smile. A cloud moves and suddenly the sun is beating down on your little picnic again, casting a beautiful glow across your skin that renders him breathless for the shortest moment, trapped by the sheer beauty you exude. You’re absolutely ethereal, and yet he had questioned you. Your morals, your character, everything.

“__?” he says before he can stop himself.

You hum, “yes, bunny?” before pausing your little feeding task to glance back over at him. When you look at Jungkook like this, meet his gaze straight on, he doesn’t see an ounce of ingenuity in your eyes. It might be Jungkook’s lovesick heart speaking, but he can’t imagine you ever lying to him. He looks away first, frowning at the various fruits sprawled between the two of you.

You care about him, that much Jungkook wants to believe. And his beliefs are confirmed, when your voice drops an octave lower, becomes softer, as you murmur, “is everything alright?” The fruits are carefully set aside, breaking the wall between the two of you until you can shuffle forward, your knees bumping against his. Hands reach for his, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against his skin.

Before you can repeat your inquiry a second time, Jungkook finds himself asking, “do you like me?”

Jungkook’s sudden inquiry makes your cheeks heat up just the slightest, your startled inhale barely contained.

It’s like a scene straight out of a teenage romcom— a confession in a park, your hearts bared for each other. But it’s a little awkward, you have to admit, unintentionally giving Jungkook’s soft hand a nervous squeeze as his question rolls over in your mind.

Duh, you want to say. But there’s something about the look in Jungkook’s eye— the eyes he very purposefully turns towards your hands, the hair he had let loose today providing him ample protection from your gaze —that has you pausing, carefully considering your next words.

You had hoped by now that it was obvious, that Jungkook understood how much he meant to you, and didn’t require some dorky confession in the park. Partially because, well. This wasn’t your usual role. Usually, it was the guy confessing to you, raving about all your redeeming qualities in an effort to win you over. But with Jungkook, all you know about relationships is flipped upside down, forcing you to play a position you’ve never played before.

Jungkook wasn’t like you; he was soft and sentimental, practically wore his heart on his sleeve for the whole world to see. And it was a massive heart, filled with so much love and adoration for the world around him, that you felt bad when he wore such sullen expressions on his face.

Expressions like the one he has now, lips pressed together tightly as he misreads your silence. He has honest eyes, a dark toffee color that sends tingles down your spine when he looks your way. They glimmer with a sort of innocence for the world, a thin sparkle that makes him look like a prince sometimes. He was devastatingly handsome, and now he was upset. “Um— it’s okay,” he stammers, trying to move the conversation along. But his eyes flicker around nervously, anxiously. Like your silence has left a burn mark on him, painful and delicate to the touch.

His comment isn’t completely unexpected. How very on-brand for big-hearted Jungkook to try to save you from an uncomfortable interaction, even if it was caused by him. “Um…” he murmurs, “it’s okay. If you don’t, uh. Like me?”

It sounds flimsy, even to you.

“No, no,” you rush to correct, your ability to speak slowly coming back to you only after the fact. “I do,” you admit, nerves on edge at this rather foreign situation. “I… like you a lot, Jungkook.”

You shouldn’t be surprised by his reaction. Jungkook blinks slowly, like his brain is still processing the information, and then, ever so artfully, goes up in metaphorical flames. “O- Oh,” he stutters, reaching a free hand up to press his knuckles against his face. The rosy hue that had first blossomed over his cheeks has now started crawling down his neck now, up his ears. It’s terribly endearing. “I— um. I didn’t know,” Jungkook rambles, and it’s so cute, so sweet, how a simple confession from you renders him this flustered.

His face emanates a warmth tangible even on your own skin, lips cutely quirking to the side as he fights off a bashful smile and the raging blush your words bring about. It certainly is a sight to see. His hair tickles his eyebrow, swept out of its usually neat style, but it makes him look all the more gorgeous. “Cute,” you chuckle, feeling the slightest bit shy at such a warm response from Jungkook. You sit back, giving him the space he needs, and turn your attention up at the big blue sky instead. “Really? I thought it was obvious,” you hum.

Part of you actually feels really awkward; as you said before, everything is so brand new with him. With Jungkook, he flips everything around for you, makes you actually admit to your emotions as opposed to simply going along with his. It’s a nice change of pace, as difficult as it may be, and the results are rather… cute as well. (He bites down a smile, but the action makes his normally soft cheeks look more pronounced than usual.)

“Because, I, um. Me too,” he says, voice wavering. He clears his throat and tries to meet your gaze under his fringe, but doesn’t last more than a second before he’s pointedly glancing at the picnic blanket beneath the two of you. “I’m— I like you too,” he admits, ears tinted a bright red. You figured as much but it was always nice to hear, especially from someone like Jungkook. “A lot.”

“Thanks,” you smile, placing a hand on his thigh.

His lips pull into a shy smile, aimed at your knees because he can never look you in the eye when you shower him in praise and other gooey, mushy feelings. It’s the same in the car or against your front door— he always manages to give your hand a tight squeeze, maybe even a kiss if he’s feeling brave. But the second you try to tell him you’ve had fun or that you’ll miss him, it’s like all his courage fades away, leaving him a blushing, smiley mess.

He was cute like that. Despite being so kind and caring, it was like Jungkook’s entire being stopped functioning when those types of gestures were aimed at him. So you relished those moments, looked forward to them with a fluttery feeling in your heart that couldn’t be tamed.

Today, he throws you for a loop. Just as that proud, giddy smile appears, cheeks and ears a pretty pink, it fades away. The excitement from your mutual confessions seems to remind Jungkook of something else, something less warm, that has him quietly mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

It’s confusing, to say the least. Just a moment prior, he had been pursing his lips in a silly attempt to hold back a smile. Now he’s staring at the ground with a rather pensive look, his apology sitting heavy in his throat. “What for?” you tentatively ask after one long beat. It had been so sudden. In your mind, there isn’t a single reason for Jungkook to be apologizing to you, especially so out of the blue. There is, however, an inkling of fear brought upon by what can only be classified as insecurity; you had just confessed your feelings for each other, why was he sorry about that?

Jungkook exhales, a quiet sound that is nearly lost among the bustling noises of the park. If you hadn’t been sitting so close, maybe you wouldn’t have heard it at all. “I just,” he huffs, pointedly glaring at some random spot of grass beside you. His features look sharper than ever now, jawline defined, brows narrowed together. It’s a rather misplaced realization, but Jungkook looks absolutely gorgeous with distress painting his face. “I was… being selfish before.”

In the few weeks you’ve known him, you’ve come to realize Jungkook was many things. First and foremost, he’s an absolute gentleman. Raised on manners and compassion, looking after others everywhere he went. He was caring and sweet, loved this world and the people in it so much. Soft-spoken but straightforward. He was dreamy, disgustingly so.

But selfish? It definitely sounds like something Jeon Jungkook is not.

Before you can interrogate him even further, it seems like Jungkook is dead set on getting through this alone. “I- I’m sorry,” he repeats, eyes downcast. Noticing his wavering confidence, you resign yourself to listening, hand giving him a reassuring squeeze. Finally, after a short moment, Jungkook murmurs, “...in the car.” You tilt your head to the side curiously, waiting for him to go on. “I said, um. Something rude.”

It takes a moment for the memory to load, and when it finally clicks into place and begins rolling, you find yourself muttering a faint, “ah.”

If it’s what you think it is, he’s talking about last weekend outside of the church. That terribly awkward encounter that had left a sour taste in your mouth afterwards. A bad influence, you recall him saying, the memory of his voice looped in your mind the entire drive to your place.

In all honesty, it had stung a little. While you were aware that Jungkook had an ongoing mental battle, you hadn’t realized your role was that big in it. It’s the reason you had sent him home that day, made up a lie about schoolwork just to give him some space. It’s nothing new, everyone’s had someone think badly of them before; gossipy classmates, rivals, maybe even random strangers on the street. But it felt different when it was coming from someone as sweet as Jungkook, so polite and righteous, who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Like he was stating a fact, not an opinion.

It was a slip-up on Jungkook’s end, that much you could tell. Because he had been frantic to correct himself afterwards, had looked at you with these fearful eyes, like one wrong move and you’d slip from between his hands. Luckily, you weren’t that sensitive— definitely not as sensitive as him, at least —and such a comment had been practically meaningless moments later.

Still, in those few moments where it was meaningful (read: the short period it took for Jungkook to get home and call you, the words looping around your brain until the harsh ring of your cell phone finally interrupted), it had left you wondering. Have you been pushing him too far, asking for too much? The way you saw it, you always gave Jungkook room to object to any of your advances. You know he’s trapped in his thoughts more often than not, but you pay attention to him, you really do. You make sure to take his reactions into account, try to offer solutions where possible. But, for the briefest moment, all of those efforts had felt fruitless that day in the car.

What you say next is not a complete lie; sure, Jungkook’s comment had hurt for a bit, but here he was now apologizing for it. That was a good sign… right? “It’s okay,” you brush off, patting his cheek softly, hoping with every fiber in your being that it really was okay.

Your voice is gentle, soothing his doubts. Just moments prior, Jungkook had felt like he was asking for too much, especially when your feelings toward him were up in the air. But your earnest confession soothed the ache in his heart. It’s all he’s wanted these past few months, to belong in your heart like you do his.

But the guilt from before, the tumultuous feelings he’s been harboring towards you since the weekend, dampens his excitement. From your confession alone, it doesn’t seem like you questioned Jungkook. You weren’t put off by who he was, what he loved. So why couldn’t Jungkook be like you, think like you?

“I’m still sorry,” he says again, feeling like a broken record when he catches this sympathetic smile on your face. The scraps of eloquence he had gathered while originally apologizing seem to fade away, leave him a stuttering mess when he tries again. “That was— I shouldn’t have said—“

“Hey,” you cut off, placing a hand against his cheek. It stops his fidgeting, forces him to meet your gaze head on. There’s a smile on your face but something inside of Jungkook says it doesn’t feel real. “I like you, Jungkook.”

And it’s true and genuine, your words so honest it pains him to think he had ever thought otherwise. And you’re still smiling, even after being hit with the implication that Jungkook questioned your character and maybe that’s what hurts the most. That you still try to put on an easygoing expression for him after he’s said something hurtful. It’s the car all over again, that blank look in your eyes when he had spoken carelessly.

Before he can apologize for the umpteenth time, you’re shaking your head softly, smiling anew. But this time, he can’t tell if it’s real or not. “I brought orange juice,” you say, expertly moving the conversation along. And just as Jungkook has been thinking for weeks now, it’s like you know him so well. You know when things make him anxious or uncomfortable, know just how to help him out.

There’s a feeling of guilt that blossoms in his chest, but this time it’s different.

It’s not the usual sticky gross feeling of before, the one that has him staying up at night repenting for all his wrongdoings. It’s a personal kind of guilt that comes along with the frank realization that, while you have been learning and adapting to being around Jungkook, he has not been doing the same for you.

Though you may be a little playful at times, you don’t tease him for who he is, don’t stomp all over his beliefs as much as he deluded himself into thinking you do. (That whole, faux-believer thing was a different circumstance.) Like with the cross in his house the other day. As much as Jungkook wanted to believe what you had done was evil, he had, quite honestly, enjoyed himself afterwards. There wasn’t that heavy discomfort sitting on his chest anymore, that sense of shame lingering as you’d kissed his body and let him caress yours too, in the safety of your eyes only. It was enjoyable and fun, had felt exhilarating to be so intimate with you.

And instead of being thankful for your mindful efforts, he had questioned your sincerity.

The picnic goes by in a flash. Jungkook is sad he can’t enjoy it to the fullest, his brain filled with clamorous thoughts that circled around to torture him every few minutes. Still, the entire date feels like a dream, vibrant and beautiful, leaving him in a daze. He doesn’t want to wake up.

By the time you suggest wrapping up, the sun is setting over the horizon, the windows and lights of the buildings around you slowly flickering to life like a sea of tiny stars. He feels weak in the knees as he helps you pack everything back in your basket. “All set,” you smile, walking beside him, knuckles brushing against his until you fulfill Jungkook’s wordless wish and slip your hand into his.

Jungkook agrees, hoping his hand isn’t sweaty and that you mean what you say. “I- I liked the food,” he remembers to mention, the fact that you had so carefully and lovingly prepared all this not entirely lost on him. His compliment, as simple as it may be, has you beaming at him as you exit through the park’s front gates. His car is parked along the street, the sleek vehicle coming into view as you round the street corner, hands still fastened. “Um,” he mumbles, pausing beside it. You turn to face him, eyes clear and content.

All good things come to an end, he supposes, reluctantly letting go of your hand when you tug. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” you say, stepping up close, chest pressed against his. His breath hitched in his throat, eyes going wide when you nuzzle against his neck. Your hands slip around his waist. They wrap around him perfectly, make Jungkook feel like he was made for you.

By the time he’s springing into action, jerkily raising his free hand up to your back, you’re stepping away. “Call me when you get home,” you wink, sending shivers down his spine when he remembers what happened the last time you said that.

But Jungkook doesn’t think he can wait that long.

You’re slipping further and further away, fingertips just barely brushing against his forearm, when Jungkook jolts into action. “How are you, um—“ he stammers, feels too big for his shoes when you tilt your head curiously. And then, “d- do you need a ride?” he mumbles, cheeks warm.

It’s a feeble attempt at asking what he really wants. Offering you a ride home, while not a bad idea considering it was late and you had taken the bus here, is nowhere near what Jungkook really wants. What he wants is standing before him, thin spaghetti strap slipping down their shoulder, eyes sensually half-lidded and you know this too— because, again, you know Jungkook so well, know what he wants even if he can’t say it —as you step into his bubble again, peer up at him with your arms held behind your back.

“A ride home?” you ask, blinking your long lashes in a way that robs him of his breath. And he can see that switch flick on inside of you, watches that pure and innocent gleam in your eyes slowly become replaced with something mischievous. Jungkook nods dumbly. “I’d love that.”

Jungkook blinks. “Great,” he chokes out, neatly dropping the wicker basket in his hands. In a way, it brings him back down to reality, lets him snap away from your hypnotizing gaze as he reaches for the keys in his pocket. “Let me— I just have to— yeah,” he stammers, clicking the button on his car keys one too many times, has it perkily beeping. Your lips press together into an amused smile, the last thing Jungkook sees before ripping himself away from you and yanking the back door open.

He nearly throws the basket in like a madman, glassware be damned. It’s his last shred of rationality that tells him not to, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge as he steps up to the edge of the sidewalk and carefully places it on the floor behind the passenger’s seat.

When Jungkook rises back up, there is a hand that brushes against his forearm, a gentle touch that has him throwing a curious glance your way. He’s not expecting to be so entranced by the dreamy look in your eyes, feet glued to the ground as you trail your hand down, catching his wrist between your fingers. You’re standing so close, making Jungkook feel like he’s trapped between you and his own car. His entire body is on edge when you lean in, placing a soft kiss against the very corner of his mouth. It leaves a tingling sensation, and accompanied with the growing warmth beneath his skin, feels like he’s been burned. “I had fun,” you murmur, voice low. It sends a shock of electricity down his spine, a wave of exhilaration that has him fully turning to face you as you eventually step away, that same playful grin on your features again.

A surge of confidence and greed overcomes him, has him stepping forward into your space despite the nervousness that builds within him. There’s a hint of surprise in your eyes that you quickly mask, placating his bumbling nerves with a delicate hand placed over his heart. He can’t breathe when you lean in, softly humming, “kiss me?”

Jungkook’s lower lip wobbles. “O- Okay,” he concedes, voice but an airy whisper that is soon swallowed up. You taste like fruit and orange juice, remnants of your picnic clinging to your lips as you slowly consume Jungkook’s entire attention with this soft brush alone. It’s a rather short affair, one that ends all too soon when you pull away with a soft sigh against his lips.

Your smile is so pretty when you angle it at him, has him taking one jerky step backwards. His back hits the car, feels trapped. But he isn’t scared, doesn’t find himself anxiously awaiting your next move. “Good boy,” you purr, reaching one graceful hand forward, playfully tugging at his tie, wrapping it around your knuckles as you use it as leverage to pull him close again.

You’re just so pretty, Jungkook has always thought so. From the moment he first met you until now, there is something about you—a glint in your eyes, a quirk to your lips—that has had him under your spell for weeks now.

Had Jungkook seriously despised you and your ethics, perhaps this feeling would have gone away. But the fact of the matter is that you make Jungkook’s heart hammer dangerously in his chest, a shot of adrenaline through his veins when you look at him with those low-lidded eyes, touch him with those experienced hands. He wants you so bad, even after all he’s learned, all he’s seen. He wants you over him and under him, pressed against him from head to toe. He wants and he wants, and he knows it’s bad to want so much, to be so greedy. But with you around, Jungkook finds himself giving into that greed, clutching at it like a lifeline. “We can, um—,” he stammers, placing one uncertain hand against the top of the door frame beside him. You raise your brows, egging him on yet patiently waiting all at once.

Your gaze is so strong, and it’s in moments like these that Jungkook feels that feeling crawl up his throat. A serpentine gaze, a sticky sweet tongue. Everything he’s ever known says it’s wrong, but his heart and your confession says otherwise. He looks away, throws a bashful glance at the plush leather seats behind him. “In… inside?”

And the offer has you positively beaming before him, that same flirtatious shimmer in your irises doubling at the words that roll off his tongue. “Oh my,” you swoon playfully, stepping back to, Jungkook assumes, allow him to get in.

He plops down, feels like he would break out in a sweat if the evening temperature wasn’t so cool. The car’s interior blends into the shadows, his clothing practically indiscernible against the dark shade of the seats. A stark contrast to the pretty floral dress that suddenly spills itself over his lap when you climb in, the door tugged shut beside the two of you. All is silent, your thighs over his, hands on his shoulders. “Hi, bunny,” you murmur, lips pulled into a smirk, provocative yet playful, like you know something that Jungkook doesn’t.

Jungkook’s throat feels dry but he still manages to gulp. He’s drowning in your perfume and your body lotion, in the faint smell of the outdoors clinging to your clothes and your hair, the absolutely heavenly scent of just you in your entirety. “Hi,” he whispers back, voice lost beneath the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears. And his quiet greeting is rewarded with two soft hands that crawl up his neck, cupping his face in their palms.

“You were so sweet today,” you purr, nose nudging against his when you finally lean in, pressing your breasts against Jungkook. A tiny gasp catches in his throat, his hands instinctively going to your waist. “Can I kiss you again?”

Jungkook has never wanted anything more. “Please,” he exhales, feeling like he’ll explode if you don’t kiss him soon. You take his request in stride, jut your face forward just the slightest bit until your mouth is pressed firmly against his, the movement of your lips a practiced rhythm that he just can’t seem to master. He still tries his best, puckers his lips when he feels it’s right, tilts his head when you urge him with a soft nudge. He tries his best and hopes it’s enough.

By now, Jungkook has come to understand that there is a pattern to your kisses. You always start off slow and relaxed, mouth languidly moving against his as you lure him across a tightrope of anticipation. They gradually become more intense, pulling out whimpers and sighs from Jungkook that he had never known were possible. It’s a carefully crafted art form, the tongue that slides out from between your pillowy lips, dips into his own mouth with a giggly pant. “Good boy,” you hum in between, hands burying themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Always so good.”

Jungkook shudders when you eventually part, can’t catch his breath fast enough before you’re reaching for the buttons on the front of his shirt, easily undoing the casual tie too. “Relax,” you tell him, bypassing his lips for the warm expanse of skin just below. You kiss over his chin, down his neck, as your hands crawl beneath his shirt and around his naked waist.

He’s ticklish, and when you brush against his ribs, he unwillingly releases a sharp huff of laughter. It’s followed by a wide-eyed look of embarrassment, cheeks a warm hue when you lean back in surprise at this new bit of information. “I— sorry,” he blurts out, because he doesn’t know proper make-out etiquette, doesn’t know anything really, except what you’ve shown him.

But the sound makes you snort, looking at him with this gaze that drips with honey. “So cute,” you tell him, placing a chaste kiss against his lips, before disappearing back down to lavish his throat with filthier kisses. And with you laving your tongue across his skin, biting at every inch available, Jungkook is left to fuzzily stare over the crystal clear windshield. He’s struck with the faint realization that if someone were to look hard enough, they would see him through the tinted glass as he fell apart into the hands of a pretty girl.

The soft smack of your lips against his skin is sensual, makes every hair on his body stand stiff. Your lips trail down the column of his neck, placing a bruising kiss at the juncture where it meets the rest of his body. “Oh,” he sighs, eyelids fluttering when a hand squeezes at his chest, thumb against his nipple.

Another muffled giggle pressed against the base of his neck, and when Jungkook focuses his eyes again, he catches his own gaze in the rearview mirror.

The sight of him is… weird to say the least.

Even in the dark, his lips look thoroughly debauched, puffier and redder than usual, slick with saliva that isn’t entirely his. He doesn’t tell himself to, but his mirrored counterpart peeks his tongue out, runs it along his top lip sinfully. Startled by his own appearance, Jungkook jolts in place, feeling you shift in his lap with a soft little whine. “Bunny,” you frown, and Jungkook watches your side profile in the tiny mirror as you sit back up, press your lips against his ear. “Sit still for me,” you tell him, hand slithering up his chest, around his throat. Over his Adam’s apple, squeezing just the slightest. It’s not tight, but it knocks the air out of his lungs when he sees the action mirrored back at him on the reflective surface.

That familiar guilt sticks in his throat, evident when your hand slips away and he swallows harshly, the protrusion just beneath his skin bobbing up and down.

In the back of Jungkook’s mind, he can recall the religious story that surrounded this bodily feature; a sin and the consequence. A garden and a fruit, a beautiful woman by his side.

Your hand creeps down between your bodies, palming over his quickly fattening cock, and Jungkook swears he sees stars, a strained whimper escaping from his lips that you giggle at. “Oh my,” he huffs, clutching at the skirt of your dress. You nuzzle close again, pressing a tender kiss against the side of his neck.

Your hands are so soft and sweet, brushing over his cock like you’re simply caressing him out of adoration and not because you want him to cum, staining his seats and your dress. Either way, Jungkook can’t even begin to imagine what you must be thinking; before the date and his confession, he had been afraid that you would discard him. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t what you wanted, maybe he wasn’t what you needed. You were so confident in yourself and your actions, a stark contrast to Jungkook and his constant uncertainty, his fear of doing the wrong thing plaguing him at all hours of the day.

Even now, with your hands expertly tugging his zipper down, he finds himself going back to that story. That apple in the garden, the consequences it had hailed. Never mind the fact you’re on top of him, claiming to like him, with your hands touching every inch of his skin. He keeps looping back to that Biblical verse instead, thinks about it when your fingers meanly let the elastic band of his briefs snap against his skin. “Ouch,” he flinches, voice a soft whine. He turns too quickly and too suddenly, nose bumping against yours because you’re still so close.

You smile, puckering your lips for the lightest of kisses. It’s the little things like that that make Jungkook’s entire thought process stall, distantly aware of the fact that it’s, like always, you leading the majority of your encounters once again. Even during your picnic, it had been you who had practically held his hand as you navigated through basic information, asked for his favorite color and his favorite drink. Had it not been for your own proactive tendencies, Jungkook fears he would have never known your favorite color was pink or your favorite day of the week was Thursday.

It’s a fact that makes him pause, jaw tightening as he once again realizes how little effort he was putting into knowing you. For someone who claimed to like you a lot, he rarely did the work to prove it. Even now, he’s too unsure of who he is and who you are to indulge you properly, instead watching you lead the scene as usual. Before he can stop himself, a sigh is escaping his lips.

It must convey his emotions perfectly, because it’s enough to make your wandering hands pause by his waist. “Everything okay?” you ask, always knowing what he’s feeling. And it sucks that he couldn’t say the same for himself.

“N— Yes,” he rushes to say, looking up at you with round eyes, the moonlight painting half of your face a paler color than usual, the other side shrouded in darkness. It makes your eyes look darker, makes Jungkook gulp loudly when you turn those inquisitive eyes on him.

His answer doesn’t seem to convince you, and it’s with little to no hesitation that you sit back. It puts a distance between the two of you that Jungkook can’t say he’s a fan of. “Jungkook,” you say, voice stern yet warm, one hand reaching up to brush your knuckles against his cheek. “Tell me what’s bothering you?”

It makes Jungkook nervous. He knows he thinks too much. Part of him fears that oversharing with you will drive you away, put you even farther than you are now. Maybe next time it’ll be a room’s length away, a football field’s length away. And he doesn’t want that; he wants to hold you close, he really does. But there are traditions he carries and beliefs he holds dearly that make it hard for him to do so, as much as it pains him.

The only reason he knows he’s frowning is because you press your pointer finger against the corner of his mouth. You lean in close, nose bumping against his. It sends your scent billowing over him, makes him dizzy when he becomes aware of the hand he’s got on your bare thigh, the rumpled skirt of your dress pushed away. “Talk to me, bunny,” you murmur. You don’t make a move to kiss him, a fact that Jungkook feels both grateful and disheartened by. “Please?”

And he can’t deny you, not when you ask so nicely. You have this metaphorical grip on Jungkook, a tight hold around his throat that has made him act impulsively these past few weeks, desperate to be with you, to please you. Even now, despite how much he wants to withhold his thoughts, he finds himself quietly admitting them instead. “I want to know you,” he mumbles, unable to meet your eye. You don’t push him to. “I really, um. I like you, __. A lot.” It’s a repetition of his earlier confession. And still, it makes him nervous. A thumb brushes against his cheekbone, encouraging him to meet your solemn gaze even if it means being a blushing mess afterwards. “Before we, uh, do… things.”

His words may be choppy and incoherent, but you understand him all the same. “You want to go out some more,” you clarify, removing your hand from his cheek. The phantom trail of your fingertips on his skin remains, feels colder when you lean away to allow him some more space.

Jungkook nods quickly, hoping this rush of adrenaline might help him through this. He bites down on his lower lip, carefully analyzing your expression for any signs of disbelief or disgust. But all he sees is understanding, a cool expression that makes Jungkook’s heart thunder. “I…,” he says, glancing down at where he’s still got his hand on your naked skin. Something inside of him tells him to rub his thumb across it, an action he doesn’t think through until he hears a sharp inhale, watches goosebumps rise over the skin. “I’m sorry,” he rushes out, snatching his hand away before he can do something else of a similar sort. “I- I just—“ said hand now waves around wildly beside him “—I really like you, as a, um— uh. A person. And I—“ and this is where he becomes aware of his unbuttoned shirt and the way you’ve got your pretty pussy pressed against his thigh now “—I, um. I want to know me— I mean, you —better? More? Like—“

His embarrassing babbling is cut off with a gentle kiss to his lips. No tongue, no saliva. Just soft lips against his, a delicate hand against his shoulders. When you pull away, Jungkook unconsciously trails after the touch, eyes half-lidded and in a daze when you place a palm on his chest. “I got it,” you say, lips quirking into a tiny smile. “I want to know more about you too, bunny,” you admit, reaching for the front of his shirt. He watches on with flushed cheeks as you slowly button it up for him, finishing it off with a playful tap against the underside of his chin.

You glance out of the window thoughtfully. Jungkook is suddenly reminded of how pretty you are, your skin practically glimmering under the pale moonlight. It catches on your necklace, a thin chain with a cross on the end. If he focuses his eyes behind you, his own reflection stares back once more. Jungkook’s entire body threatens to lock up tightly, but a single kiss on the cheek from you interrupts the process. “Do you wanna date?” you ask, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Jungkook can’t agree fast enough. “I— yes,” he gasps, leaning forward too suddenly. It makes you flinch back in surprise, back pressing up against the driver’s seat behind you in surprise. You wouldn’t have fallen or anything, but Jungkook reacts like it was a serious possibility anyway, grasping at your waist and pulling you snug against him, soft thighs sandwiching his tiny waist. “Oh, God,” he frets, immediately moving to release you.

But you catch him with two arms thrown around his neck, pulling Jungkook close to you for another kiss. Deeper and… meaningful, your satiny lips carefully slotted against his. While it surprises him at first, Jungkook finds himself melting into it soon enough. This was okay, he tells himself, and for the first time in a few weeks, he finds himself believing it.

It was just kissing— intimate yet appropriate kissing —between two people who were seeing each other. Him, properly seeing you. His heart threatens to burst out of its cage for a second. It’s the first time since he’s met you that he can fully say he hadn’t felt nervous about his actions, hadn’t felt like he was committing some grave sin for chasing after your touch. It was just a kiss, simple and sweet, making both of you smile bashfully when you eventually pull away. There was no lying and no guilt, no tears and no stress.

It felt good.

#networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #jeon jungkook fic #jjk fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader smut #bts fic #bts smut #mine

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lunar-wandering · 2 years

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Yes please post about the new OC

yknow what i’ll just talk about him here

aight so his name is Qiū Shí (Autumn Stone) (秋石)

and,

he’s Wukong’s (adopted) older brother. like he saw Wukong leap through the waterfall and was like “alright, that lil new monkey is my brother now”. Wukong was not informed of this until like, 3 years later, when Wukong shyly approached him like, Wukong: i uh......kinda see you like an older brother... Qiu Shi: Qiu Shi: ?????????? this is news to you??????????????

he was trapped in tree roots under the ground for like 200 years, and just. there’s this whole scene of him dramatically breaking free, and pulling himself up to stand, bathed in the light of the sunrise, and then it’s a direct cut to him knocking on Wukong’s door at Flower Fruit Mountain asking what the hell a cell phone is

im not joking about the cell phone thing like- Qiu Shi: hey Wukong can you tell me wha- Wukong: aren't you supposed to be dead Qiu Shi: well im not so can you tell me what a cellphone is Wukong: why are you in my house Qiu Shi: im asking you what a cellphone is

later MK enters like normal and is just faced with Qiu Shi, eating calmly, while Wukong is literally clawing and scratching at him to try and get him to sTOP EATING HIS FOOD-

and then Qiu Shi notices MK and stands up, and the following conversation is just- Qiu Shi: WUKONG!! you didn't tell me you adopted a kid! Wukong: i didn't! Macaque: yes you did Wukong: you shut up Qiu Shi, kneeling down to be MK's height: it's nice to meet you kid, im your uncle- Wukong: WE'RE NOT RELATED- Macaque: yes you are Wukong: you shut up Qiu Shi: as you can see my little brother here- Wukong: i am OLDER THAN YOU Macaque: no you're not Wukong: YOU SHUT UP Qiu Shi, continuing like all That isn't happening behind him: -hasn't really kept me updated on anything- Wukong: you were supposed to be DEAD Qiu Shi: -so would you mind telling me your name MK: .....what the FUCK is going on

if you’re wondering why Macaque is there, he originally showed up to antagonize Wukong like usual, saw the Family Drama going on and tried to leave, but Wukong wouldn’t let him because he was not Dealing With This Alone

Qiu Shi didn’t actually have a shirt when he showed up on Wukong’s doorstep (clawing your way out of the ground will do that to ya) and so Wukong gives him one of his and Qiu Shi takes it. pauses for a moment. looks thoughtful. Wukong: don’t you FUCKING dare- Qiu Shi: *(runs his claws over the front of the shirt, creating claw marks)* Qiu Shi: there, now it’s more appealing Wukong, head in hands: *(muffled yelling)* Qiu Shi: if you liked this shirt you shouldn’t have given it to me

Wukong does on some level view Qiu Shi as someone more powerful than him (even though thats not true) mainly due to viewing him as an older brother, and, because of this, his subconscious MAKES that true, in that he can’t get the upper hand on him

that is, unless someone reminds him. like he'll be struggling to grab something Qiu Shi is keeping away from him and then someone will just go "aren't you more powerful than him" and IMMEDIATELY Qiu Shi gets knocked to the ground as Wukong kicks his legs out from under him

don’t question how Qiu Shi got these powers because i don’t know but his abilities are all mainly sound based. he’s got a Sonic Scream (think of like Black Canary’s Canary Cry or Danny Phantom’s Ghostly Wail), can do this thing where he can like. become “one with the music of the world” and be completely inaudible (mainly cause i think it’s funny if he can sneak up on Macaque), and he can like. ride soundwaves in a way that makes it seem like he’s teleporting. of course i only made him yesterday so this could change but that’s what we have now

he can’t exactly do his sonic scream right now though. the necklace around his neck prevents him from doing so.

he can’t dance. like, the last time Qiu Shi tried to dance he made a hole in a wall and Wukong had to pay for it.

need to give yall the mental image of Wukong in the process of teaching MK something, and behind him Qiu Shi just. shapeshifts/glamours himself to look like Wukong and starts mimicking him and MK is just trying not to laugh while off to the side Macaque is like "he's stealing my job"

Qiu Shi: so. Macaque huh. Wukong: i have just decided. im going to kill you. Qiu Shi, calmly pouring himself some more tea: like, how would you kill me?

Wukong probably took Qiu Shi’s name out of the book of death sdlkfslfjsdk

Qiu Shi needs Wukong for something or other, then like, sees him talking to Macaque and just. walks over and picks Wukong up and starts walking away Wukong: hEY Qiu Shi, loudly: sorry lil' bud, but your conversation with your loverboy is gonna have to wait Macaque: hUH????? Wukong: IM GOING TO KILL THE BOTH OF YOU

Qiu Shi’s nickname for Wukong is lil’ bud. yknow. like a. like a flower bud. like a peach tree flower bud.

Qiu Shi has trouble staying still, mainly because of the “trapped underground for 200 years” thing

he has this whole “brother seeking instinct” thing, just. inexplicably can always know where Wukong is.

he’s friends with @wolfcamellias OC Lixue. their friendship dynamic is fucking hysterical

#Monkie Kid #LMK OC #Qiu Shi

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.

This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.

Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.

‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.

“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.

‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’

You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.

‘I’m serious.’ you replied.

She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’

You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.

‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.

‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.

You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.

You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.

You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.

‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’

The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.

‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’

You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’

You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.

You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.

Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.

‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’

You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.

‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’

Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.

Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?

🖱️

After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.

You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.

When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him.

You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.

‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.

‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.

‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.

‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’

‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’

‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’

‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’

Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.

‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’

The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!

You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.

🖱️

Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.

“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.

“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.

“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.

“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”

“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”

“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”

“What--”

“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”

“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.

“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”

“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”

“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Is this about the boyfriend?”

You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”

After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.

You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.

“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”

“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”

“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.

“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”

“No way,” she scoffed.

“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Did you call the police?” she asked.

You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.

“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”

“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”

You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.

You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.

“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.

“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”

“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”

“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”

You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”

“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”

“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.

You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.

“I don’t understand--”

“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.

Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.

You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.

“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”

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The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.

Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.

You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.

You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.

You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.

As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.

“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”

“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”

“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”

Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.

“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.

“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”

You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.

“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”

“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.

“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”

He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.

“So, do we do this here?”

“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”

“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”

You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.

“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”

You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.

You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.

“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”

Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.

“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”

Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.

He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.

“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”

You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.

“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.

He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.

His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.

“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”

He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”

You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.

He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.

“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”

Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.

When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.

“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed.

His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.

He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.

He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.

He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.

He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.

He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.

“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”

Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.

“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”

You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.

He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release.

He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you.

Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.

“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Their Alright... For A Boomer

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Summary: Being a girl with a larger chest always got you attention, maybe having your nipples pierced to try and fell more confident handt been the best idea, but how can you regret it when your latest client; the sexy Mr Cavill was ogling them but could this end up being more then just that one time you were eyed by a hot celebrity?

Warnings: Suggestive, No Smut, Fluffy? Cute and funny, Swearing

A/N: this was a request from @fanficlover91 i hope you like this hun, i tried to keep it hot but sweet and respectful? Which was a struggle but i hope i got the vibe you wanted. And as always i hope you all enjoy.

Taglist: In Reblogs.

You blushed as you looked down the lense at your model. He smirked sweeping his eyes over you non to subtly. You could feel the blues penetrating you with a hot stare. The was the distinctive fast clicks on you camera snapping a burst of shots managing to capture his smirking face and eyes sweeping over your form appreciatively.

You stood tall and smiled pulling away double checking the shoots. You bit your lip. Fucking hell this was both the best and worst job you had. Henry Cavill was the most enticing male you'd ever had the pleasure to photograph. He didn't even have a good side, every side was good! There wasn't an unflattering angle on the man!

"And that's a wrap? I think we have everything we need Mr Cavill" you said professionally making to move away from him and begin to swap sd cards and label them before packing away. Henry gawfed and rose quickly panicked almost.

"I- err no! Wait I was... Well hoping that I could have some more done?" he said chaseing you across the small studio you could hear his agent Leah scoff from the side lines. You frowned and looked to her nervously. The woman had been watching and tutting, scoffing and clicking her tongue through the whole session. It actually made you nervous, wasn't she pleased with the shoot? You were worried, being freelance this was your first time doing a celebrity shoot for a magazine but the usual photographer was in hospital having a stroke a few days prior and you were the only free photographer in the agency that was close enough to take the job. Sure you wasn't well known but still it was a little disheartening to have someone seemingly unimpressed with your work.

But it was when you eyed her you saw she wasn't giving you the evil eye. Her frown was directed at henry, a scolding look you'd give a misbehaving child. You frowned a little puzzled, but shook it off in favour of looking to Henry. Your actual client.

"More? I... I? Thought the piece only needed a few to choose from? They were very ah... How do I put it? Thorough? With the brief" you explained hoping Leah would step in and clarify just what was going on. Because you didn't have a clue.

"I yes but- I'd love to top up my portfolio? You know? I err yeah have a few changes going on and... I mean a few greys and such... Just want to update it a tad... I'll pay obviously- I'd pay anything for more time please?" he pleaded watching you closely eyes wide and bright full of hope.

"I... Err" you shifted swapping your camera from one hand to the other and craned your head around the man trying to spy his agent. But you had no hope of peeking around this gargantuan man. Just like with the camera he demanded your full attention.

"And for Instagram and stuff! There's only so much I can do in a selfie... I'd even recommend you- advertise your work!" he quickly added sounding desperate now. It would help you out if you did have a few shots of him for in your own catalogue. It shouldn't matter but having a celeb under your belt was actually a good thing. It meant you'd acted professionally and been good to work with.

"I suppose so, I do have a few extra sd's here... Tell you what I'll do another shoot for you as long as I can pick a few to put in my portfolio? Then we both update our files?" you nodded to him speaking slowly. He grinned and relaxed nodding quickly pleased with himself for wrangling more shots. You'd never know he was just glad to has more time with you.

"Oh yes absolutly! That's fine here should we get started now or?" he asked biting his lip trying not to stare at you for too long. But it was hard you were fucking stunning!

"Oh yeah sure iv got time, let me just sort these out and set up, need to switch, you've tired my poor camera" you said with a grin trying to ignore the man as he beamed at you looking excited nodding enthusiastically. You backed up and spun around trying not to blush as you felt henry gazing openly at you.

"Right well if the magazine ones are done I will be off then" Leah called packing up her bag with a small chuckle to herself. You froze and spun quickly seeing her seemingly abandoning you with Henry.

"Wha- oh you don't have to you can stay-" you tried to reason unsure why, I mean who wouldn't want to be alone with this huge glorious man? Maybe you just didn't trust yourself with him? He had been 'making love' to the camera all afternoon. Smouldering bedroom eyes that was making it hard to focus. You had been getting hot under the collar all day as you kidded yourself he was eyeing you, not the camera or would be readers.

It didn't help that you had caught him oogling your breasts earlier. But you wasn't mad, it was your own fault. It was the Hight of summer and you had on a string vest with a thin bra, that you could clearly see your nipple bars through. You didn't feel uncomfortable or anything, you didn't blame Henry for looking. You cant exactly ignore your tits.. The were pretty large for your frame. You were curvy but they were as one ex put it 'exceptional'. And besides he had looked not touched and he hadn't been a creep about it. In fact he had done a double take and then blushed when he realised he had been caught looking. But as you said you get that with big boobs, you'd had it your entire life, it was actually one of the reasons you'd got them pierced. It helped with your confidence and you convince yourself that they were looking at the bars. Not you per say.

"Okay aunt Leah I will see you in a few days." henry interrupted you quickly smiling practically ushering the woman out the door. He moved fast ever picking the womans phone and juice bottle to help her leave quicker.

"Yes, behave Henry I'll see you soon" she said with a giggle before calling a thank you and goodbye over her shoulder at you. You swallowed nervously and gave a quick bye as the door clicked behind her and you were left alone with Henry. The man groaned stretching as he spun around a huge grin on his face, making your knees tremble a little. Fuck.

Henry came over and watched you closely as you scribbled the name and date along with the publication name on the sd case label. You tried not to notice as he hovered biting his lip then took off the blazer and threw it on the table beside you drawing your attention as he did grunting a little. The v neck letting the smallest amount of soft looking chest fuzz that had been teasing you all day. He grinned slyly as he caught you eyeing him and crossed his arms over his chest flexing for your benefit. You gasped and quickly looked back to the camera in your hands inserting a new scarf into the new fully charges camera.

"Soo how do you like this kind of work?" henry said casually trying not to seem like a creeper but god damnit he couldn't stop eyeing you. If he had known how sexy you'd be he would have demanded to be doing a bloody swim wear shoot!

"You mean people?" you stuttered trying not to look him in the eye. Not that it helped because the rest of him was just as fucking sexy! You quivered all over desperately trying to remember how to breath, yet didn't want to draw in too deep a breath and make your tits bounce for him and look like a slut. There was a very fine line for a big busted girl, to much wobble will make you look like your trying to get attention.

"I mean celebrities, magazines we were told you mainly do private shoots for events and model portfolios" he offered leaning forward as he leant back on the desk next to you hooking one ankle behind the other. The way he stood placed his crotch in your line of sight as you looked down and worked on setting up the camera. You flushed. Oh god he looked er... Bigger then you'd thought earlier, not that you were looking but... Well you couldn't help notice the package! The man was a fucking serial man spreader! And that thing was huge! With the muscles he was packing he could probably bench press you with his crotch!

"Oh well its different... And you sir popped my celebrity cherry" you froze on the spot as you said that, it had meant to be an ice breaker, a joke but instead had sounded fucking creepy!. You snapped up to him making to apologize as your face flamed mortified but he had thrown his head back laughing. The deep rumble sent chilled down your spine.

"Well I'm honoured to have popped your cherry~" he teased placing a hand over his heart with a cheeky grin making you blush and nod then turned to him with the new camera all set up.

"Soo where do we start?" you said moving on quickly looking up at him trying to forget the whole cherry comment.

"Where ever you want me, i will let you take the reigns command me as you will" he chuckled standing tall once more and looked about the room casually to the various small set ups, different furniture, seats sofas and mini tables dotting the space.

"I... Okay then you said Instagram? How about we start with some facials-FACE SHOTS! Face. Shots. Not facials fuck. Shit" you quickly tried repairing the damage whist cursing yourself wanting nothing more then to be swallowed up by the floor.

"No, no love facials sounded perfect~" he said winking before gliding past you making you stutter and almost choke on your breath. Oh good lord this was a bad idea. You followed as he sat down on a sturdy sofa and looked head on at you and bit his lip once again watching you with a sultry look.

And that was the beginning. You followed him about taking various snaps whislt having small talk. He seemed to be very flirtatious as he spoke, dropping lines and compliments as he made eyes at you. You flushed each time clamming up at his suggestive comments. And rightly or wrongly you flirted back trying to seem cool and suave. But inside you were fangirling unable to belive you were here with this incredibly gorgeous man teasing one another. On a few occasions he even growled as you scampered about him, crouching and taking shots from blow getting some delicious angles that dampened your knickers. Then in between all this he managed to get little tied bits. You'd told him you were on agency freelance and were trying to get into the social media platform as it seemed easier in this day and age rather then to be in fashion photography. You wanted to be commercial not private but no one would really take a chance anymore.

Then you suggested a few shots on the sofa laying back trying to think of something different for your portfolio, maybe a body length shot. He was quick to agree and dived onto the sofa saying he had an idea you swallowed nodding not fully trusting the look in his eyes. But that was forgotten as he relaxed stretching out over the sofa legs crossed and resting on the arm of his hands behind his head and a devilish smirk looking down the lenght of his body. You knelt at his feet trying to get a flattering image of him looking down but cursed as the camera wasn't playing ball. The lense was focusing, this was why you used the other one first, the camera had a few issues and was temperamental.

"What's wrong?" he asked frowning a little at you as you growled pulling the camera away fro your face and began trying to manually focus the lense.

"Oh its.. It wont focus.. It does this sometime, really need to throw it out but.. She was my first I'm sentimental" you said feeling silly as you battled with the camera.

"We all are with our firsts... How about you come closer instead, I really want to see this shot, never done one at this angle.. Out of all my shoots your the first to suggest this~" you froze and looked to him but he just smiled impishly at you. Slowly you rounded the sofa and leant over him positioning the camera at his stomach as he looked right into the lense giving you a definite bedroom eyes, half lidded and burning. Both dreamy and amazingly sexy. It was as if he could see you beyond the lense, as if it wasn't even there!

"You can come closer love, I wont bite, not if you don't want me to~" his voice was low and teasing, luring you in like a siren. You trembled and moved along him but he tutted and moved a hand to your hip and pressed, coaxing you onto the sofa and sat you on him making you straddle him. You gasped squeazing your camera tighter as he moved you easily, warm palms holding you both delicatly and firmly. You could see in his eyes he was weary unsure if he had gone to far but you squeezed him between your thighs and relaxed making him grin up at you getting the message you didn't mind at all. You aimed the lense at him once more and got the shots you wanted.

"Perfect! Mr Cavill" you said actually a little sad that this session was over. It had been nice playing this little cat and mouse game with him. But all good things come to an end.

"Ah now i have a policy love, when a womans on top they can call me henry, among other things~" he said smoothly laughing as you chuckled nervously fiddling with the camera in your hands and shifted over him a little.

"I will try to remember that for next time boomer~" you teased managing to overcome your nerves as you pulled away the camera with a giggle winking at him as he stuttered. For a second you thought you'd gone too far but a quirk to his lips made you relax once more.

"That hurt, that was hurtful" he teased pouting not releasing you from his lap, instead holding you tighter, fingers digging into your sides making you gasp and bit your lip as he pulled you to his crotch and ground into you teasingly.

"I'm so sorry~" you uttered breathless trying to keep yourself together. But this man was something else, like a drug- the devil all fanged smiles and smooth words. God you were fucked, you knew this man could do anything to you and youd thank him for it~

"I doubt that" he cooed and slid his hand higher growing more and more confident. The last few hours of casual flirting had built up his appitite. There was no misconceptions, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Oh yeah?" you said coyly tipping your head to him playing along willing for this to happen, whether it be a one of fuck or something longer. You didnt have any complaints~ this was your body and youd enjoy it with who ever you wanted to!

"Yeah prove it!" he hissed and moved quickly sitting up and swinging around planting his feet on the floor. You yelped as he moved surprizingly fast and managed to keep you in his lap now face to face with you eyes roaming your face settling on your lips.

"And how should i do that" you teased tilting your head skimming your lips with his as you spoke. He groaned and held you tighter making you whine breathlessly willing this to happen. You wanted him and you wont deny yourself the chance.

"Make and old mans day" he said plainly and leant back resting on the back of the sofa, you watched him closely and brought your hands to his shoulders prodding at the neck of the t shirt and drew your fingers down slowly feeling him shiver at the light skimming fingertips.

"Oh really Boomer? And how would i make and old mans day?" you teased once more making him grunt but he quickly caught himself as your fingers smoothed over the teasing curls that peeked over his top. You scratched over them lightly with your nails making him draw a needy breath and chuckled at him. He was sexy and cute~

"By accepting a job offer?" he said before smileing smugly as you paused and frowned. Had you missed something? Was he after a freebee?

"Job offer? Really another shoot?" you snorted suddenly not feeling sexy, more like he was trying to butter you up for some fuck for parts shoots or something. He sighed and began speaking before you could get yourself all twisted. But then again you could have taken his offer wrong.

"Manage my social media. I have many companies and brands reach out to me for endorsements. They want me caught wearing their brands. But I'm to busy most of the time I cant make it to the locations they want. It actually doesn't seem worth it most of the time, with cost of flights and time lost travelling to and from studios itd be easier if I had my own personal photographer that travelled with me its be easy, slip on the clothes and what not take a few snaps and then you touch them up and post them on my social media." he explained watching as it sunk in that he wasnt trying to pull a fast one. Well he was but not trying to fuck you over... Just fuck you... And keep you because you were fantastic and he wants nothing more then to have you around hime as much as possible. In the single dat he had spent working with you, you had enchanted him, not only were you sexy but you were good at your job and easy to work with but also funny and cute and he needed to get to know you.

"Of course its a very big venture and we'd have to have a few dinner and lunch dates to work out all the nitty gritty" he added after a few beats of silence trying to make it clear he was interested... Very interested~ it worked as you fluched and a playfull look donned your face your fingers began stoking his chest hair once more. He relaxed shuddering under the nails as they teased his curls.

"Is this a big ploy to get a date Boomer?" you purred his new nick name making him groan when you squeezed him between your thick thighs once more grinding on him and the considerable bulge below you that twitched.

"No... Maybe is it working?" he said quickly hissing at you shifted in his lap once more, his hands snapping to your hips trying to still you before he came undone in his boxers. You were a very dangerous woman and something told him you knew.

"Well it sounds like an offer I'd be very, very interested in taking further~" you clarified giggling when he swallowed dryly and eyed you surprized that his plan had seemed to work.

"Good to hear~ so got anything planned after this?" he asked feeling a wave of confidence at the prospect of snagging a date with you. He hadn't meant to sound so eager but... He was eager and that was that.

"Yes" you said with a straight face and got up off of him spinning around heading to the table with your camera bags. You gave him a glance and giggled seeing him still sitting there gobsmacked legs wide open and his crotch that was now definitely bigger then it had been earlier.

"O-oh" he stuttered seemingly unsure how to proceed. You giggled as he fumbled over his words. Then decided to grant him some mercy and began speaking whilst popping out the sd card from the camera labeling it like the previous one.

"You see I had a very cheeky client today who asked for a shoot last mineut. But I wasn't to bothered he was very very sexy even if he was a boomer, but get this out of nowhere gave me a job offer? And we're having dinner- he promised pizza~" you giggled glancing at Henry as he slumped in the seat realising halfway through that you were talking about him. He smoothed his hands over his face and jumped up coming over to you shaking his head.

"You know I'm not actually a boomer?" he quipped folding his arms. You rolled your eyes at him as you packed your stuff away making sure to recheck everything.

"Have you seen your selfies? Your a boomer, boomer" you teased making him scoff but laugh at the name that has now stuck.

"Wait you've seen my selfies? What do you think?" he asked wanting feedback on the silly shots he took. You paused halfway through zipping up your bag and turned facing him fully giving him a thoughtful look then shrugged

"Their alright... For a boomer" you giggled when he preened for a second then his face dropped into a pout when you finished the comment.

"I repeat...That was hurtful" he said covering his heart with a kicked puppy look making you laugh and hoist your bags over your shoulder and make for the door with him hot on your heels.

"Its fine boomer a second date will make up for it I'm sure~" you sniggered at him playfully looking back at him as he followed you out of the door.

"A date for each time you call me boomer? Deal" he quipped walking along side you offering you his arm like a true gentleman unlike the teasing horny little shit he had been all day. Not that you minded either. Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets and all that jazz.

"God we may aswell marry now then boomer" he laughed nodding in agreement the banter from the day still in play as you both left the building.

"Seems so, I mean were at ten that's what the kids consider boyfriend girlfreind territory" he anounced with a sigh playing on the 'boomer' joke making you giggle and roll your eyes as he mentioned the tally. Then you frowned and quickly counted your 'boomers' and opened your mouth you correct him, arguing that ten was incorrect.

"I think its nine boomer- ah see what you did their sneaky boomer!" you cried pushing him playfully at his little trick. He roared with laughter and quickly tangled his fingers with yours dragging you back alongside him guiding you down the street towards a place he knew served pizza, he didn't remember but apparantly he promised pizza...

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maria-akira · 3 years

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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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READ PART 2 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

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Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

read 2:32 pm

Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

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Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

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Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

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"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

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i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

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