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addicted - chapter three
word count: 12.9k
playlist: from time by drake, late at night by roddy rich, i want u around by omar apollo, wasting time by brent faiyaz, best you had by don toliver, luv is dro by jack harlow, and party by sik-k!
genre: smut, so much. mild one sided pining, jealous! jeno, angst, fluff (im team jeno yall lol), fwb! to lovers, student athletes! yn + jeno. the boyz! and dream + 127 member make side role! appearances. jaehyun is trying to fight jeno lol, haechan and kevin stir up trouble as per usual
warning(s): smut! smut! smut! (pls, if you're a minor - leave.) lots of swearing!!, jeno is toxic, and boy oh boy does it show. choking, spanking, slight public sex! (they're fucking in the locker rooms again lmaooo), teasing, dom! jeno, sub! reader, face fucking, spit play, cum play, oral (f! + m! receiving), tons of sex talk, established height difference (im not even short so lets not jump to conclusions, but the dominating role i wrote in for jeno imo calls for a significant height difference. im the author so pls respect it. if you don't like it don't read it. thanks.) reader has a smart ass mouth (if you're sensitive? ig..lol my mouth is reckless too so it feels normal) mentions of violence (jaebae isn't taking no shit in this chapter lmao), use of pet names (baby, angel, princess, etc..) jeno can be rough at times in some scenes, but not violent, some dry humping, slight size kink, i think that's it...lmk if i missed anything!
note from mya: ITS FINALLY HERE YALL!! omg this took so frickin long D: im so very sorry & i pray to every god that its worth it ! i worked hard lol. also i had originally written 14.8k but last night it got deleted bcus we had an outage & i guess it didnt back up properly :( but yea, you guys already know. no minors. if you're legal, happy reading :) taglist is posted at the bottom <3 . & of course this isn't revised lmao...fuck that. thanks for your patience & support, ily!
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“yn?” kevin said softly, knuckles grazing the frame of your door.
he sighs when he receives no response in return. he looks back at jaehyun with a sad expression. jaehyun lets out a sigh, chest heaving angrily.
“i’ll fucking kill him” he mumbles, turning around and stalking to the front door.
kevin scurries to sit the plate of food down and catch his best friend before he reaches outside. kevin grabs jaehyun’s shoulder, halting his movements.
“we don’t even know if it’s because of jeno,” kevin starts.
“i know it is—god, i never liked that dickhead” he says, hands going to grip his hair out of frustration.
“ok…but your rep too—you can’t just beat up the baseball captain and get away with it” he tells jae.
jaehyhun sighs, moving to sit on the couch. he tugs his phone from his pocket, quickly finding your contact.
jaebae: hey…ik you don’t wanna talk rn but me & kev are here for you, ok? you know we always are. so whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here waiting. i love u.
jaebae: …and if it was that fucker j*no i promise you these hands are rated e for everybody, especially if they hurt you.
you smile at the text messages. you love your best friends but right now…you weren’t up for any kind of communication. you were glad they knew that as well. hearting both of the messages from jaehyun before you turn your phone off again, burying yourself under your duvet.
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it’s been a long ass week.
missing three days of class, constant crying, and using up your vacation days to sulk in bed can be very exhausting. luckily sungchan has been sending you his notes, filling you in on what you’ve missed. he was god sent, truly your guardian angel. his notes were filled to the brim, jotted down sentences in multiple different pen colors, he was so extra. the last photos he sent to you was yesterday. three pictures of his college ruled white paper concluding with a quick selfie of himself with a thumbs up, ‘get better, i miss u!’ drawn across the screen with a tiny heart.
you haven’t thought about him. not today at least…but have you thought about him since the whole ordeal? yes. yes times a thousand. you can’t help it, your mind does its own thing. it doesn’t listen to you, no matter how hard you try to not do so — your mind betrays you. pictures of his stupidly handsome face, his stupid buff arms, and his stupid stupid stupid (very good) dick game. you can’t help it!
you’re surprised with yourself though, the fact that you’ve actually mustered up the courage to block him and not text or call him back. it truly takes a ton of work and you’ve done well these past few days. the countless missed calls from the ‘no caller id’ contact and constant texts from the said man. begging for you to come back and his meaningless apologies. you’ve read them…hell fucking yeah you have, but have you replied? nope.
you sigh, reluctantly sitting up in your bed. you eye the time, 11:06am. you have class at 12…if you get ready now, you can make it on time. you purse your lips in thought, do you really wanna go to class today? you shake your head, tugging the blanket from over you and make your way to the bathroom.
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jaebae: im going to practice and kev is at sunwoo’s. lmk if you need anything, sweetheart.
you see the text from your roommate, eyes drifting from the mirror to your phone screen. you read it and smile. tooth rotting sweet as usual, what more do you expect from jae? you pick up your phone, texting him back.
you: ok!! thank u but im good rn :) luv ya
you lock your phone, continuing your activities. you press the plus sign on your speaker, upping the volume trying anything to get you into a good mood. mumbling some lyrics here and there while you get ready. once you’re done you twist the door of your bathroom, but you come to an abrupt pause. the house is empty now…which means you have no ride. you facepalm. you can’t text jae now, it’s been like 10 minutes since he left. you internally whine, moving to sit on your bed. you lay back dramatically, huffing as you wonder who the hell you could call. kevin’s free but probably tipsy…afterall in his world it’s always 5 o’clock somewhere. jaehyun and sungchan are at practice, jieun…we’re not even gonna think about her. who else even is there…?
you sit up in a flash as his face pops up in your head. if you remember correctly he has a 12 o’clock class as well, so it shouldn’t be much of a hassle, right? you hurriedly grab your phone, scrolling until you stumble across his contact.
you: hey bestie :D !! i need a ride to class, can you pick me up ?
you cringe at the message, swiping up and out of the app. you bite your lip…were you being too forward? is this crossing any lines? was it too soon?
you: if not it’s cool!! don’t worry about it lol..
you chuck your phone backwards onto your bed. palms covering your face as you groan loudly. was it always this awkward? like…texting? you don’t know, but what’s done is done. mainly because you can’t unsend it.
ding!
you flinch at the sound, reluctantly picking up the cellular device.
eric :) : sure!! be there in five :)
eric :) : ps…cus you’re cute i won’t charge you for gas money :P thank me later
you roll your eyes at the second message, you’re glad he’s not being awkward about it. you were already emotionally fucked up…you didn’t need another problem added to your plate right now. you sigh happily, gathering your things and moving to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. settling on a green apple, you bite the fruit scrolling through your fyp while you wait.
eric :) : i’m here
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you make your way out the door, clutching your bookbag strap tightly. why were you so nervous? you weren’t even this nervous when you and him went on your first date! this is so backwards.
watching your shoes as you hop down the stairs, making your way to his black jdm. you’re glad he’s not standing outside the car like usual, you’d be too embarrassed to look at him face to face. you grab the handle, pulling the car door open. slinging your bookbag off before you climb in. hand running down the back of your skirt to make sure it doesn’t bunch up when you sit. you close the door before turning to look at eric. when you do you let out an audible gasp.
“o-oh my god!” you say, eyes wide with shock.
eric laughs, running a hand through his hair.
“when the hell?” you say, hand moving to touch his newly dyed hair.
“two days ago, you like it?” he asks, body turning towards yours.
your finger runs through his hair, admiring the new color. his eyes are on you, watching you with curious eyes. you were still so damn pretty.
“i do…it suits you” you smile, retracting your hand from his head.
“thank you m’lady” he grins, hands moving to start the car.
you shake your head, buckling yourself in before he pulls off.
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you make your way through the hallway, squeezing through the many other bodies. you clutch your book bag to your side, trying your best not to bump into anybody. you stand atop your tiptoes trying to glance over the many heads. you eye your classroom, trying to push your way through in
the direction of your class. you successfully make it to class, pushing through the door and hurrying to make it to your seat. you sit down with a huff, head falling onto the table. if you knew it’d be this stressful you would’ve stayed home.
you sat up, eyes curiously searching the classroom. there were a few other students scattered everywhere, but it wasn’t 12 yet…so more people are sure to show up. you didn’t see sungchan though, you pouted picking up your phone.
you: HEY FUCKER!! WYA???
bambi: ??? you’re in class ???
you: YES
bambi: i’m almost there, save me a seat pls
you thumbs up his last message, sitting your bookbag on the seat next to you. in the last minute or so at least ten or twelve more students poured into the class. you rest your face on top of your open palm, blowing a breath out from your mouth obnoxiously. you really didn’t wanna be here.
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you and sungchan stretch in unison, fingers reaching towards the ceiling. you guys turn to face each other, laughing loudly. you both gather your things making your way out to the hallway, thanking the professor on the way out. you loop your arm through sungchan’s skipping side by side down the hallway.
“you wanna get some food?” he asks and you nod happily.
“ok, i gotta get my keys from my locker, come on” he tells you, leading you in the direction of the elevator.
the two of you step into the elevator, pressing the number four. you both wait patiently, stepping out once the doors open for the two of you.
“you wanna wait right here?” he asks, pointing at the bench outside of the locker room.
you nod, un-attaching yourself from him and sitting down politely. you cross your legs, folding your hands over your lap. you watch sungchan walk away, both yours and his book bags slung over his figure. you slightly smile, you loved him so much. your left leg bounces, nerves going a little crazy – worried jeno would randomly pop up when you least expect it. you find your nail in between your lips once more, chewing nervously.
“yooo! haven’t seen you in awhile,” a voice shouts from behind you.
you jump, eyes wide as you look over the figure. he walks up to you, hand resting on your shoulder.
“woah, didn’t mean to spook you” haechan laughs, welcoming himself to sit next to you.
“you fucking dick,” you roll your eyes, punching his arm.
“ow! why’re you sitting out here? waiting for jeno?” he asks, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you.
you huff out, rolling your eyes at him. you lift your hand again, but haechan grabs your balled up fists so you don’t hit him again.
“it was a joke, i’m kidding” he tells you.
“i’m waiting for sungchan, we’re gonna go eat” you say to haechan, tugging your hands from his grip.
“—and jeno and I are no longer acquainted, thank you very much” you huff, turning your nose up.
“wait, really? why, what happened?” haechan asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“don’t wanna really talk about it, but he can’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life” you mutter with a roll of your eyes.
haechan makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, nodding his head in understanding. you nod as well, turning your head to the sound of the door opening, haechan peeking around your shoulder. sungchan walks out, spinning his car keys on his finger. you stand up, brushing your skirt down. haechan follows suit, standing up as well. he daps sungchan up and gives you a kiss on top of your head.
“i’ll see you guys later,” he yells out, holding the locker room door open.
the two of you waved goodbye to the boy, turning around to make your way to the elevator.
“yo sungchan! i forgot to ask—” his sentence is cut short as he sees who is standing in front of him.
you and jeno make eye contact, your mouth drying up at the sight of him alone. you shift on your feet nervously, swallowing hard. jeno’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion and anger.
“hey roomie…what’d you need?” sungchan asks with a nervous laugh.
“so you’re too good to text or call me back because you’re hanging out with my best friend?” jeno asks, looking past sungchan at you. “hey…i’m both of your guys’ best friends.” sungchan says.
you roll your eyes, turning your gaze elsewhere. you didn’t have the energy to deal with this right now. not only did you not come here for this but you’re hungry as hell. not a good mixture.
jeno scoffs when he realizes you’re not going to reply, “oh so you really think you’re too good, huh? can’t even speak to me.” he says, mockingly laughing at you. “fuck off jeno,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.
“whatever, are you coming back to the crib tonight?” jeno asks, turning his attention to sungchan.
sungchan thinks about his question for a bit, but he shakes his head no. “i’m going to haechan and yuta’s for the tournament…they want their asses whooped in mario kart again,” he chuckles lightly. jeno nods in understanding, smacking sungchan’s back with his palm. “i’m having jieun over, I needed it empty tonight” he winked at you.
you scoff loudly, can you believe this fucking asshole? you can’t believe you used to like him.
“you’re a dick, fuck you” you say, not breaking eye contact with him. jeno shrugs, leaning down towards your face. you back up in disgust, not wanting to be anywhere near him at all. “let me know when you’re done being petty and I promise I’ll take you back, princess,” he whispers, curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. you smack his hand away angrily. “never in a million fucking years,” you say through gritted teeth, turning away.
you make your way to the elevator, pressing the down arrow. sungchan follows suit, nervously fiddling with his fingers. you huff out, blowing the stray hairs in front of your face away. you were beyond livid right now.
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[ the (3) stooges ]
you: jeno fucked jieun.
you: and they’re meeting up to fuck again 2nite
you: feeling suicidal :)
kev: WAIT ARE YOU DEADASS??
you: i wish i was fucking lying.
kev: what an asshole…that’s so disappointing
jaebae: i’m omw
[ you and kev ‘?’ this message ]
kev: where are you going???
you: ^
jaebae: to fuck him up .
[ kev hearted this message ]
you: no?? wtf???
kev: ignore her, go fuck him up!!! beat his ass!!!
[ jaebae liked this message / yn disliked this message ]
you: i’m so serious, what if you lose your scholarship :(
[ kev disliked this message ]
jaebae: sigh
kev: fucking party pooper, boo tomatoes boo!!
you: thank you i love u guys
[ jae + kev hearted this message ]
you lock your phone, sitting up off of sungchan’s lap. you make your way to the kitchen to grab a drink. twisting the cap on the bottle of water, you take a few sips as you walk back into the living room.
“who the FUCK threw that bannana?!” haechan asked and yuta smirks in response to his outburst.
“what are you gonna do about it, huh?” yuta asks, throwing another banana towards haechan’s character.
sungchan is quiet throughout the game, eyebrows crinkled in sheer concentration. you eye the gold number one in the corner of his screen. all the other boys moan out in agony as he crosses the finish line. haechan throws the switch controller down onto the couch angrily.
“fuck you” yuta says, flipping your best friend off. you and sungchan laugh at the boys' reactions, finding them amusing.
you guys all looked at the door confused when the doorbell rang. yuta gets up to answer the door, and you all look curiously from your seats.
“eric? what’s up!” yuta says, unlocking the door for him and his friends.
you turn to sungchan with wide eyes, sungchan smiles at you.
“take your mind off jeno for now…he’s my friend but he’s being a dick right now” he tells you, ruffling your hair.
“you invited them?” you ask, and sungchan nods.
“i swear i’m—” you start but you close your mouth abruptly when you hear your name being called. “yn? is that you?” eric asks, you turn around slowly with a sort of awkward smile. “i didn’t know you’d be here, would’ve come over sooner,” eric joked, sliding into the open seat next to you. sungchan rubbed your back before he stood up to walk away.
“you met my friends, right?” he asks, pointing back at his two friends. sunwoo and juyeon wave at you with a smile. “is this your girlfriend?” juyeon asks, you and eric blush madly. sunwoo elbows him in the side, offering a small apologetic smile. “s-sorry, it’s just–when you guys were at the club…i-i thought” the black haired boy stutters.
“it’s fine,” you smile, hands holding your blushing face. eric is just as red as you, coughing at the now awkward environment. “we’re not dating, jackass,” eric says, running a hand through his hair.
“you guys want in?” you hear haechan ask.
sunwoo and juyeon’s eyes light up at his question, practically running to grab a controller. you watch them, laughing at their excitement. yuta then makes his way back to the living room, speaker in hand. what was a small quiet get together is now a very noisy party of seven.
“do you wanna go outside?” eric asks, leaning down to whisper the question into your ear. with blushing cheeks you nod yes, following him out the front door.
haechan looks at sungchan both of them sharing a nod before sungchan pulls his phone out.
[ bsb bozos ]
hae: wooooah yn went with him outside ;)
sungchan: lol fr? just them?
hae: yuuuup
jeno: ???
hae: oh shit
sungchan: wrong gc, fuck.
hae: yea my bad jen lmao
jeno: who are you guys talking about?
[ read 11:34am ]
jeno: you little shits better answer me
[ haechan liked this message ]
hae: i love aggressive men <3
hae: yn went outside with eric :)))
sungchan: stfu omg you can’t hold water for shit.
hae: im sorry D:
jeno: are you deadass?? im omw you fuckers better watch her, if he touches her istfg
hae: you got it daddy— boss!
sungchan: i meaaaan…
jeno: chan don’t fw me rn
sungchan: no bcus you literally told her you were gonna fuck her now ex bestfriend…
sungchan: but now you want us to watch her?? because she went outside with someone??
sungchan: it’s ass backwards…you can stick your dick in anything that walks & she has to be ok with it but when she’s in the vicinity of another man you’re losing your fucken mind. make your mind up jeno, we’re not kids. if you want to be with yn, then tell her AND show her that. stop making shit complicated. we all know you want her.
hae: ok, but it’s giving poet…modern shakespeare if you will 😫 .
sungchan: LMFAOOO stfu haechan
jeno: im not responding to that shit in full, you talk to damn much. but ik im in the wrong, but im selfish ass toxic mf and she knows that. im omw rn, you don’t have to watch her…but i am taking her home so you don’t have to worry about us.
hae: oh we’re not worried abt y’all…were worried for eric
sungchan: ^ yeah…will he be ok? his team still needs him lmao..
jeno: i won’t touch him…
sungchan: im not buying it, where’s the rest
jeno: if he’s not touching her, i’ll be cool.
hae: alright lee, stop texting cus ik you’re driving.
sungchan: ^ adios
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“wait wait, so you didn’t always live here?” you ask, and eric nods. “nope, i just came back this year.” he confirms, and you nod with a slightly agape mouth. “how are the states? is it as fun as people make it seem?” you question, eric holds his chin with two fingers trying to figure out how to answer. “i like the states…different—very, but it’s enjoyable.” he replies and you nod. “you wanna go?” he asks, referring to the states and you nod excitedly. “ugh, it’s my biggest dream…but i
haven’t gone yet,” you pout, bottom lip slightly jutting out. you wrap your arms around yourself, seeking warmth from your hands.
eric notices and slips out of his hoodie, offering it to you. you shake your head, waving your hands. “it’s fine,” you say. “wasn’t asking, yn” he tells you, already putting the hoodie over your head. you reluctantly push your arms through the holes, pulling the oversized sweater on. eric slides his hands under your hair, lifting it from under the sweater. he curls some of it behind your ear and you look up at him with a sweet smile. “uh, thank..you” you say, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. eric looks back at you, with kind eyes, loving how you look in his sweater. he bends down slowly, inching towards your face. you bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not you should let this happen. it’d be wrong, right? to lead him on, you know you don’t like him…not more than a friend. so why let him do this? it’ll only hurt him again. before you know it, he’s centimeters from you, his lips so close to yours. you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. you wait for his lips to touch yours, squeezing your hands together. your nails dig into the skin of your palms.
before his lips could touch yours, you’re being tugged away from his grasp. your eyes shoot open, you’re now staring at the back of a tall figure.
“the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” the man says, his grip on your wrist was tight and unwavering.
“jeno?!” eric says, astonishment evident on his face. you and him both were just as surprised at his presence.
“w-when did you get here?” you ask quietly, trying to pull away from him. jeno turns to you, eyeing the sweater on you. “take this shit off,” he tells you, pulling at the sleeves.
if you didn’t do it yourself he was going to do it himself. you tug the sweater up and off of you, wrapping your arms around yourself. you guys may be on bad terms but you know better than to aggravate an already angry lee jeno. eric scoffs loudly in response to the scene unfolding in front of him.
“yn, what the fuck is going on right now?” eric asks and you open your mouth to respond. “don’t fucking talk to her.” jeno seethes, looking at eric angrily. he throws the man his sweater back and turns away. he grabs your hand, tugging you away from eric. you shriek, looking back at eric slightly waving as jeno drags you along.
“j-jeno, my wrist..it hurts” you say quietly.
jeno stops walking, causing you to run into his back. you stumble, holding your nose from the impact. you look up curiously, wondering why he stopped walking. “you know how angry i get when you do shit like this,” jeno whispers, and your eyebrows crinkle. “w-what do you mean?” you ask. “don’t play dumb.” he tells you, pinning you against the wall. you flinch at the way it feels against your skin, but you couldn’t care less right now.
“everytime i see you with someone that isn’t me,” his hands snake around your waist. “i fucking hate that shit…and you know it” his hands grab your ass, squeezing it until you moan out. “i’m selfish, and you’re all mine baby” you bite your lip, looking up at him with glazed over eyes.
“w-what about jieun…” you whisper, needing to know.
“i fucked up, and i’m sorry..” he tells you curling a piece of hair behind your ear. you nod in response. “did you…” jeno shakes his head, finger grazing your lips shushing you. “no baby, we didn’t…i promise” he tells you, bending down to kiss your head. you nod in response.
you’d rather not talk, it's been a long night. you’re relieved to say the least though…you’re glad they didn’t sleep together. you don’t know what you would’ve done or said if he said they did.
“take me home,” you say, turning your head away from him.
jeno nods, grabbing hold of your hand. “let’s go baby,” he says, leading you towards his car.
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[ the (3) stooges ]
* ‘kev kev’ added ‘bambi’ and ‘hae <3’ *
you: there’s 5 of us now, gc name is incorrect.
hae <3: omg girl stfu
[ you changed the gc name to “yn for prez :D” ]
bambi: lmfao tf kind of name
kev kev: i hope you know i would n e v e r vote for you :)
you: rude asf.
hae <3: yeah yeah, shut up. what happened yesterday ?!
kev kev: oh yeah! how’d it go last night??
bambi: ^
you: ??? wdym
kev kev: did you get dicked down last night?
you: wtf?? no.
hae <3: mission: failed
kev kev: fat ass sigh
you: wait a damn minute…
you: YOU DICKS!! YOU SET ME UP DIDN'T YOU????
you: i knew it…jeno literally just popped up.
kev kev: IT WAS THEIR IDEA
[ bambi + hae <3 disliked this message ]
bambi: stfu you’re a fucking liar
hae <3: jus because i helped doesn’t mean i was involved :(
you: i’m gonna fuck you two up
[ kev + hae <3 liked this message / bambi disliked this message ]
bambi: yn, i love you
[ you liked this message ]
bambi: it wasn’t me D: pls believe me
[ you liked this message ]
you: <3
[ kev + hae <3 disliked this message ]
kev kev: in FRONT of me ?!
hae <3: ^ ong, ur so fake bro ):
kev kev: fuck u yn :(
jaebae: can you guys shut the fuck up?? i have a game tmrw u asshats
you: sorry :(
kev kev: im shutting the fuck up.
bambi: aye aye captain
hae <3: yes daddy.
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you skipped down the hall with jaehyun, his arm slung over your shoulder. he insisted on walking you to class today, you were a bit taken aback but you let him do so.
“so, what’s up after class?” he asks. “i go back to practice today—i’m excited” you reply back, a glint showing in your eyes. jaehyun looked down at you fondly, he adored you. “should i be worried..?” you ask, turning to look at him. jae shakes his head no, petting your hair. “just didn’t want you running into him again alone,” he tells you, a small smile spreads across your features.
you wrap your arms around his middle, buying your face in his chest. “thank you, jae…i appreciate you” you tell him, he chuckles lightly. bending down a bit to press a kiss to the top of your head before he turns you around to push you through the classroom door.
jeno watches from afar with an annoyed expression. his fists at his sides, jaw clenched tightly. he hated seeing you with other guys. fuck everybody that wasn’t him. though he knows everything between you and jaehyun is all platonic, it still bothers him.
jae turns around, making eye contact with jeno. he rolls his shoulders back, jutting his chin in his direction slightly—silently greeting him. jeno doesn’t nod back, he just stays still—fists still shaking with rage. jaehyun smirks slyly, turning away from jeno clutching his book bag strap.
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you sat in class quietly, jotting down notes every now and again. you were mainly zoned out though—pondering on what jeno was doing right now. you pushed the pen into your cheek, clicking the button in and out. you wondered what he had on right now, or if he was listening to music, or if he was thinking about you too. you didn’t know why your mind drifted off to jeno lee, but you couldn’t help it. after the encounter with him last night, he’s been heavy in your head.
ding!
j: come to me after class.
what are the odds, lol. you say to yourself in your head. you pick up your phone, clicking the notification.
j: and you better have me unblocked or else yn.
[ you disliked this message ]
you: stfu i do what i want
you: where and why
j: don’t question me & stop being funny.
j: locker rooms, right after class. not a minute later.
j: don’t make me fucking wait.
you rolled your eyes, leaving him on read. a little riling up never hurt anybody…well, never hurt you at least. plus, you already know what’s going to go down—why not get him all worked up beforehand? he deserves it after all, that little stunt he pulled at the club.
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you rock back and forth on your feet in the elevator. you were a little nervous. you fiddle with your fingers, rubbing over the acrylic on your nails. it was just jeno…why are you worried.
you: um…im up here, wya?
j: come to the back.
you lock your phone, nodding your head. you push through the swing doors, making your way to the back of the locker rooms. you take a deep breath before you twist the doorknob. you peek from behind the door, everything looks the same. same chair, same desk, same jeno.
“took you long enough” he says through gritted teeth. you don’t respond, you just step fully into the small room before you close the door behind you. “come here,” he tells you.
you slowly make your way to him, eyes on the floor. he’s shirtless, leaning against the desk. sweat is collected above his brow, you wonder if he’s fresh out of practice. jeno’s index finger curls under you chin, jerking your head up. though he’s leaning against the desk he’s still towering over you. his intimidating features and size make your legs tremble. you look up at him, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.
“don’t be so scared love..” he whispers, bending down to be closer to you. you gulp down hard, both your mouth and your throat suddenly dry. “i-i have practice…a-at 2:30” you tell jeno and he smiles down at you. “we’ll be done by then, but i don’t know if you’ll be able to stand.” jeno loops a finger through your belt loop, tugging you into him. as your body collides with his he bends down to catch your lips in a kiss. your hands are awkwardly pressed against his chest, not really knowing what to do with them. one arm is holding you in place, the other placed at the back of your neck. “i missed you,” he tells you through small kisses and breaths. “didn’t miss me when your tongue was down jieun’s throat,” you spit back, slightly pushing him back.
jeno laughs, looking up at the ceiling before his eyes fall back onto you. you cross your arms over your chest. you were going to let him get away with it, but you can’t let it slide. not after what he told you that same day. even after what he showed you? you needed answers.
“yn…come on, i already apologized.” he tells you, hands moving to touch you again. you jerk back so he doesn’t touch you, jeno sighs in response.
“jeno. you told me you loved me, then you went and made out with jieun that same day!” you tell him, and he holds his face in his hands, an exasperated sigh falling from his mouth. “you went outside with eric and left me there by myself, how do i know you didn’t make out with him?” he shoots back at you. you scoff rolling your eyes at his response. “i broke it off with him for you,” you tell him. “ok…and jieun came onto me and i wasn’t thinking straight” he tells you, walking towards you…wanting to hold you. “i was watching you and eric that night, why do you think i was so mad?” he says, eyebrows furrowed in slight anger. “when i came up to you at the bar? that wasn’t when i first got there,” you look up at him, expression full of confusion. “i seen him help you down the stairs, watch your drink, hold your purse—all that shit,” he says to you and you’re rendered speechless. “that should’ve been me…and i swear if i could go back in time and go with you, that night—i would.” he concluded his statement, hands holding your face softly.
you stand on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a kiss, you knew you would fold and forgive him…all you wanted was a proper apology. you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long…
“are you still mad at me?” jeno asks after he pulls away from your lips. you respond silently, bringing your hands up to show ‘just a little’ with your fingers. the both of you laugh, going back to making out. jeno’s hands grip your waist tightly, if he’s speaking honestly he’s afraid of letting you go. he feels that if he lets you go he’ll lose you again…and he can’t risk that, never again.
“don’t leave me again…” he whispers, lips barely grazing yours. “never leave me…please” he’s practically begging right now. “don’t do shit to push me away then jeno,” you tell him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. he nods in response, arms wrapping tighter around your middle. he squeezes you softly, inhaling your scent.
—
the last few days have been hectic to say the least. you and jeno have been in contact, very much so in fact. you’ve been over to his place a few times but you haven’t brought him around jaehyun yet. you feel kind of bad, he tried so hard to protect you from him but you went right back. so you don’t have the heart to tell him you guys are on good terms just yet.
jaebae: im waiting outside, sungchan is here too !
you: okaaay, im coming rn just have to grab some things from my locker.
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“look at you, what have i done…” jeno says into your ear, licking the back. “you were such a good girl, where’d she go? hm?” you don’t respond, you just look up at him from your place on the floor. your pretty eyes are glazed over with wetness from your previous activities.
“you just do everything i fucking tell you too, huh?” jeno’s hand goes back to your hair, gripping your locks firmly. “such a good little slut for daddy,” he praises you. your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. you look up at him wanting for him to do something so badly. jeno looks down at you slyly, smiling at you sickly. “you want my cock, baby?” he asks rhetorically, bobbing your head up and down for you. “yeah? huh? you want it?” he asks, making you nod your head again.. “p-please…” you whisper, looking up at him with teary eyes. jeno groans audibly, grip tightening on your hair. he jerks your head in the direction of his pants, squishing your face against his clothed boner. you whine, hands going to grip his legs to stabilize yourself.
“unzip em, now” he tells you.
you nod, hands shakily moving to unzip him. jeno jerks you back by your hair again, and you yelp. he bends down slightly, getting close to your face. “use your fucking mouth” he says, unoccupied hand squishing your cheeks. he hallows them out, forcing your tongue to poke out. he stands back up to his full height, moving you back to in front of his bulge. you open your mouth teeth grazing the cold metal of his zipper. you grab the zipper with your teeth, pulling it down—unzipping him.
“such a good slut for me,” jeno praises once you free his rock hard cock. “open.” he demands and you obey. lolling your tongue out of your wet mouth, waiting patiently for your treat. jeno strokes his dick a few times, thumbing the tip. he spreads his pre cum around, making your anticipation and need for him run wild. he leans forward, spitting into your open mouth.
“you ready for me?” he asks and you nod, mouth still hanging open.
he slaps the tip on your tongue, grinding against you a few times. low girthy groans leave his mouth, loving the wetness of your mouth. your arms are politely crossed behind your back, knowing you're not allowed to touch him unless he says so.
“fuck, i missed this” he moans out, pushing deeper into your mouth. his tip is hitting the back of your throat making you gag but you couldn’t care less. jeno’s other hand goes to your hair, pushing further down your throat. you gargle around his length, choking on his size. jeno loves the sound of you choking, ego boosting a bit as it reminds him how big he is. he looks down at you, sweat dripping down his bare chest and forehead. hot tears roll down your face as you look back up at him. he fucks into your mouth a few more times, nearing his orgasm. you shut your eyes tightly, letting him abuse your throat roughly. “f-fuck—shit” he mumbles, biting his lip as he empties his load down your throat messily. a mixture of your salty tears, spit and cum drips down your mouth and chin. jeno bends down to look at you closer, eyeing the slick mixture of nastiness as it drips down. it all pools atop your cleavage but you were too busy trying to catch your breath to care. you gasp in and out, chest heaving. jeno smiles sickly. god he loved ruining you.
“you’re so hot, i fucking love you” he whispers, crashing his lips onto yours.
—
“hey! what took you so long?” jae greets you with open arms.
you slightly smile, accepting his free hug. he holds the back of your head, his other hand rubbing your middle. you sigh out of sheer habit, you were a sucker for hugs like these. may or may not have to do with you liking to be dominated…but who cares?
“mmm, my bad…ran into an old friend” you mumble into his chest. jaehyun just nods, still holding you.
“alright fuckers, we’re hungry. let’s go!!” haechan yells from his seat in sungchan’s car.
you and jae laugh, parting from each other. he opens the car door for you, and you accept happily.
j: stop letting that fucking asshole touch you.
you: why are you even watching us???
j: that’s how i hold you after im done rearranging your guts, he’ll never be me.
you roll your eyes at his jealous texts. the toxicity is real.
you: what are you on about?
j: fuck jeong jaehyun that’s what.
you: omg. bye jeno.
j: don’t play with me, i’ll fuck you in front of him.
you: is that a threat or a promise?
j: you into that ?? such a nasty little slut.
you: your slut. now get off my phone, im with my friends.
j: i love you
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“so~ what you been up too?” haechan asks you. you roll your eyes, biting the fry in your hand.
you were seated in between haechan and jaehyun. the six of you guys occupied the booth in the back of the burger joint. it was just the four of you guys, but you guys ran into eric and sunwoo so haechan extended the invite.
the more the merrier you guessed lol.
“not much, i had practice yesterday…haven’t been there in awhile” you say, haechan nods in response.
“ahh, fun. you like being back?” he asks with a full mouth of hamburger. you don’t even flinch at it, you guys are more than comfortable with each other. “i like it, I missed playing,” you respond.
you fiddle with the straw in your cup, you’re very full and kind of bored now. you watch everyone talk and chow down. haechan and sungchan are talking about some new girl on the cheer squad, sunwoo and jae are talking about god knows what. but eric…is looking at you. you hold eye contact with him, you wonder what he’s thinking.
eric: can we talk?
you look down at the text and look back up at eric. he nods at your phone, telling you to text back.
you: …about?
eric: yk what yn…come on. pls?
you: idk eric…i don’t have anything to say.
eric: what? we almost kissed that night
eric: i gave you my sweater dude
eric: none of that meant anything? none of it?
you: eric, i already told you…i like you as a friend.
eric: you were gonna let me kiss you that night
you: i know..and i shouldn’t have, i’m sorry
eric: i don’t want your sorry
eric: i want you
eric: please, give me a chance yn
“can you take me home?” you whisper into jae’s ear. you clutch the bottom of his shirt tightly.
“wha? are you ok?” he asks, too loud for your liking. you look at eric out of the side of your eye, he’s staring at the two of you. you were never good with confrontation, but in your defense you already shot him down. one time should be enough.
“ok, babe let’s go.” he tells you, holding your hand.
he guides you out the booth, helping you stand up. you clutch his hand tighter, just wanting to be home at this moment. “yoo, where are you guys going?” haechan slurs, obviously having had one too many beers. “i’m—” you cut him short. “s-say it’s because of you,”
“i don’t feel too well, and she’s sleepy,” he lies with a pretty smile.
you couldn’t have asked for better friends.
eric looks like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t. he watches you quietly, walking away hand in hand with jaehyun.
—
“so he made you feel uncomfortable?” kevin asks, fingers running through your strands.
you nod, nuzzling your face into his lap, sleepiness overcoming your senses. “i know it’s kind of my fault—i shouldn’t have let him almost kiss me..” you confess. kevin hums in response, still rubbing your head. it was putting you to sleep, relaxation was inevitable due to his motions.
“it was still a dick move though, i’m glad jae was there.” kevin says and you hum, agreeing with his statement.
“so what’s up with you and lee?” he asks, figuring you would like a subject change.
you shrug.
“not sure, we’ve been fucking…a lot” you mumble, finger tracing the plaid pattern of his pajama pants.
“—and he tells me he loves me, but i don’t know kev” you continue on.
you didn’t want to ramble but you have lowkey been pondering on where the two of you will end up. especially since he’s been more open with his feelings and focusing on you more than he has ever before. there was just a tad bit of an issue.
!! lee jeno doesn’t date !!
duh! this has been the issue since the first time the two of you fucked, yet it feels different now…you can’t deny that. something deep down is telling you he’s going for a different approach but after what he pulled last time you’re not so sure. you don’t wanna be the dumb girl that continues to give your heart to the asshole that keeps breaking it. but then again, you’re a grown ass adult and can make your own grown ass decisions. who’s going to say something about it?
—
“jeno, stop it!” you whined, kicking your legs like a child.
you’ve been trying to do your homework for the past hour or so now and jeno keeps on bothering you. tickling, biting, licking, kissing, you name it, he’s done it. you’re splayed across his bed, laptop in sight but certainly not in use. jeno is standing in between your legs, looking down at you.
“nooo, fuck your homework…cuddle with me” jeno whines.
his hands trace your bare thighs, the pads of his fingertips tracing the faded hickeys and bite marks left by his mouth. you shiver at his cold touch.
“i dont think i’ve fucked you in this position” jeno whispers, gripping your waist as he bends down to be face to face with you. “um, yeah you did actually,” you tell him, mind dating back to that day he cuffed you and fucked you for not listening to him. you press your finger to his forehead, pushing his face away.
“i don’t remember…” he whispers, making his way up to your ear. “...i guess i’ll just have to do it again,” he says slyly, kissing your ear softly.
jeno traces your skin with his nose, dragging it from your earlobe and down your neck slowly. he licks a stripe up your throat. you bite your lip, but you have to hold your own.
“no jeno, not right now…later” you say, your voice betraying you. “you don’t sound so sure of yourself,” jeno laughs, pecking your cheek. “shut up, get off me” you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest knowing you can’t push him if your life depended on it.
“gimme fifteen minutes, come on” he tells you, intertwining your fingers with his.
“come on pretty…you know you want me too” he teases, grinding down on you with a sick smirk.
you did want him. when did you not? you roll your eyes at him, letting your head fall back onto the mattress.
“good girl,” he snickers, kissing your nose.
“yeah yeah, get on with it” you say.
jeno falls to his knees, hands automatically grabbing your thighs. he hoists your open legs onto his shoulders. he eyes your panties, leaning forward to kiss your clothed heat. he looks up at you but your looking away. too embarrassed to watch right now. no matter how many times you guys fuck, you’re always shy.
“look at me babygirl..” he says, voice muffled because his mouth is pressed against you. he pushes your panties to the side, tongue immediately going to tease your clit. you clutch the bedsheets under you, still refusing to look at him. jeno chuckles, arms wrapping tighter around your thighs. his hands squeeze your inner thighs, pinching the supple skin. jeno licks a stripe up your slit, moving his tongue in a circle atop your clit. you moan quietly, not too loud.
He eyes you again, but you’re still looking away. he breathes out, teeth grazing your thighs. he bites down, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh. you jolt, sucking in a breath.
“oh my god!” you shout, sitting up onto your elbows in a flash. “fucking listen to me” he says, licking over where he bit you to soothe the pain. a whine comes out your throat as you lay back down. jeno just laughs.
“now…back to my meal,” he snickers.
he continues to eat you out like a starved man. you learned your lesson, watching his every move.
“fuck,” you stutter, struggling to keep your eyes open. jeno loves it.
“keep em open, baby” he tells you in between licks to your heat.
he sucks on your clit, middle and ring finger moving in and out of you quickly. your fingers dig into the sheets, gripping tightly to the fabric. you moan out loudly, thankful that the apartment is empty.
“are you close?” jeno asks, and you nod furiously.
he fastens his pace with his fingers, unattaching his mouth from you so he can get a good look at your face while you cum. a free hand goes up to squeeze your boobs, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. you let out a shaky moan as you feel that familiar fuzzy feeling in your gut.
“i’m close–so close” you manage to say.
jeno nods, licking his lips. he dips back down to your heat, sucking on your clit again. you arch your back at that, thighs squeezing against his face. jeno pushes your legs back open, a small grunt leaving his mouth as he does so. he twists his tongue every which way, getting you to your high. “f-fuck” is all you can mutter before you cum.
jeno laps it all up. his saliva, your juices and release all mixed together making a slick mess. you push him away weakly, whining because your sensitive. jeno keeps eating though, not bothered by your weak attempt to get him to stop.
“always so sweet,” he says with a toothy grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
you don’t respond, just flipping him off. jeno rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand. he uses it to flip you over on your tummy. a small squeal of surprise leaves you, you weren’t expecting that.
“you got your release, now i want mine” he tells you with a small smack to your ass.
he climbs atop his bed, hands holding your hips. he pushes his clothed cock against your ass letting you feel how hard he is. you bite your lip in response. you were still sensitive. nonetheless you grind against him, rubbing your core against his boner. jeno lets out a low moan, pushing up against you too. you let your head fall against the mattress, hands laid flat against it to keep yourself upright. you swivel your hips, pushing harder against him.
“fuck, im about to cum in my pants” jeno says and you laugh lightly.
jeno slips out of his sweats with a quickness, wanting to at least be in you for a few before he actually cums. he aligns himself with your hole, pushing all the way in.
“a-ah, fuck” you say, looking back at jeno over your shoulder.
“you’ve been taking my cock all week like a good girl, you don’t need to adjust anymore,” he says, pushing in and out of you at a quick pace.
you can feel every vein on his cock, it’s making your head spin. he grips your hips, steadying himself as he drills you from the back. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the sheets under you tightly. you feel like you’re about to cum already. he fucks you fast and hard, his head thrown back girthy moans coming from his throat. sweat drips down his bare chest, a work of art he is. you were sure your hips were gonna bruise though as hard as he’s holding them.
“always so fucking tight, i love it” jeno says, bending down to be right in your ear.
he uses a hand to grip your thigh, pulling it forcing you to spread your legs wider. you yelp in surprise. his other hand presses to the small of your back, telling you to arch.
“f-fuck, there you go–-good girl” he leaves a smack to your ass, fucking into you even harder.
he’s no longer holding your hips. both his hands are holding the headboard, using it as leverage so he can drill you as hard as he wants. you let yourself go, not even bothering to say you were close. clenching down onto him as you release yourself. he moans at that, feeling the extra wetness. he doesn’t stop though, he keeps going. you feel your nerves going crazy, you were sensitive before but now you were extra sensitive.
“i’m sensitive, jeno” you whine, using your hands to try and push his hips to make him stop.
“move your fucking hands” he sneers.
he grabs both your wrists, pinning them to your back. he continues to fuck you mercilessly. hot tears run down your face, pooling onto the bed sheets. he climbs up your body, making his way to your face. “cum for me, princess” he whispers to you. he kisses your face a couple of times.
“come on, you can do it” he tells you. you shake your head vigorously. “i know you can do it baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek lovingly.
it blows your mind how sweet he’s being. kissing on you while he fucks the shit out of you. backwards, but makes complete sense as far as lee jeno goes. you let go, that little knot in your tummy coming undone. jeno continues to push in and out of you, allowing you both to ride out your highs. you breathe heavily as you try to calm your nerves. you just came three times in a span of an hour. man he’s good.
“you did so well,” jeno says as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“you’re not touching me for the next two weeks” you say, flicking his forehead.
“now you know damn well,” jeno laughs, laying down next to you.
—
“i wanna tattoo” jaehyun says.
“woah, really? you’d look so hot” haechan says with a mouth full of food.
“on everything, where do you want it?” you asked, sipping on the drink in front of you.
you and the regulars were currently on a “once a month lunch date”. your very own friend holiday that you guys created to make sure you guys always stay in contact. today haechan and sungchan crashed you guys, but it’s fine. they’re basically your roommates too.
“i’m thinking about the forearm” jae answers and you nod.
“everytime you play everyone will be able to see it, good spot” kevin agrees.
“do you know what you wanna get?” sungchan asks, jaehyun shakes his head no in response.
“regular you already gets all the girls, now imagine when he’s tatted” sungchan jokes, you guys all laugh. “man, but i never see you with any” haechan says, looking at jae for answers. “kid you not, as long as we’ve been staying together he hasn’t brought one girl home—ever.” kevin says and you nod. “i can second that statement” you agree with kevin.
jaehyun rolls his eyes in response. “you guys are so embarrassing” he groans, toying with the food on his plate. “it’s true!” you and kevin say in unison. “kev brings home a new girl every week,” you start. “yeah, and yn used to bring jeno over everyday” kevin jokes. “haha, so funny kev. it was not everyday.” you give him a dirty look. “oh please, the man was practically living there,” he follows up. “oh my god, it was like…once or twice a week!” you defend yourself. jaehyun shakes his head with a laugh.
“it was like everyday…” jae says, scratching the back of his head.
“fucking traitor,” you mumble with a pout.
“speaking of jeno…” kevin starts.
“conversation over.” you shut him down right away.
“come on, let’s talk about your potential baby daddy,” haechan teases.
you roll your eyes in response to their teasing.
“damn, no rubber? you’re wild yn” sungchan says with a laugh.
“plastic is bad for the environment, you should be thanking me” you joke.
the table erupts in laughter at your joke.
“get the bill so we can get the hell out of here”
—
you and jeno were cuddled up on the couch, flicking through selections on the TV. you were stuffing your face with the popcorn while he tried to find an anime you guys haven’t watched.
“what about death note?” he asks.
“love it, but i just rewatched it” you respond.
“anohana?” “menma is kinda annoying,” “boruto?” “nah, the manga is better,” “full metal alchemist?” “i’m sleep already,” “oh my god. what about jojo’s?” “character design is trash as fuck, hard pass.” “I GIVE UP” jeno says.
you look up at him like he’s crazy.
“the hell is your problem?” you say with a mouth full of popcorn.
“you’re so picky!” jeno sneers, handing you the remote.
“next time i give you head i’m gonna bite the tip” you say, snatching the remote from him.
“shut the hell up,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around you and leaning his head on your shoulder.
“ew get off me, i’m mad at you” you tell him, jabbing your elbow into his middle.
“just find something baby, damn” he whines, holding your arm in place so you don’t hit him.
“the holy grail itself,” you say with a wide smile.
“this? this is what you chose?” he says with a look of disgust.
“i don’t take cowboy bebop slander, you can shut the fuck up” you say, waving your finger in his face dramatically. “you chose this over all those other choices? really?” his mouth is agape.
“you must’ve never seen this one,” you retort. “hell no, it’s old as fuck!” jeno laughs.”shut up and watch it, you’re gonna love it” you press play on the first episode.
—
“someone’s been living the good life, huh?” yuta says with a smirk.
jeno looks back at him confused.
“huh?” yuta shakes his head, turning him around in the mirror.
the red scratch marks and bite marks decorated all over his backside. yuta laughs, patting his shoulder.
“i’m tryna get like you” sungchan laughs, joining in on the conversation.
“different girls?” yuta asks and jeno shakes his head no with a disgusted expression.
“haven’t so much as looked at another girl since i got mines,” he tells yuta, pulling his jersey over his body.
yuta nods with an impressed expression.
“so…we’re all thinking about the same girl, aren’t we” haechan says and all the boys start laughing.
“tell yn we said cut her nails” yuta jokes, slapping the back of jeno’s head before he makes his way out.
“go figure, look who’s calling me” sungchan laughs, turning his phone so everyone can see.
jeno sits down on the bench slipping his cleats on.
“what’s up babygirl” sungchan says when the call connects.
he laughs at jeno’s glare.
“wait what? slow down,” sungchan tell you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
jeno perks up at his serious tone. he motions to his ear, sungchan tosses him his airpod case.
“i don’t know, i just—can you come here, please?” you say, voice shaky.
you sounded scared but jeno didn’t know why. he needed to know.
“where is she at?” jeno mouthed and sungchan nodded.
“where are you at, baby? send me your location, i’ll come get you” he says and you nod, doing as you were told. “okay, i sent it” you sniffled. jeno was losing his damn mind. why didn’t you call him?
“don’t tell jeno, please…” you say, and sungchan looks up at him.
jeno shakes his head no.
“babe…i have to tell him,” he tells you.
“no! please don’t, please chan…i’m begging you” you plead and sungchan nods.
“ok, i won’t. i’m coming right now, don’t go anywhere.” he tells you and you shake your head yes.
“ok, thank you…love you” you say before you hang up.
“let’s go, now.” jeno says, grabbing his keys.
—
“i told you not to tell him, sungchan!” you said, stomping your foot.
you and sungchan were standing a few feet away from a pacing jeno. not super far but just out of earshot.
“i couldn’t not tell him yn! he was right there when you called me,” sungchan said, defending himself. you groan, hands flying to your face. you sink down to the ground, shaking your head back and forth. sungchan rolls his eyes at your dramatic actions. he crouches down to be at your level, joining you on the floor.
“he’s gonna fucking kill me” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut. “come on, it can’t be that bad” sungchan tells you, rubbing your back. “i came here with eric!” you whisper shouted, looking back to see if jeno heard you. “oh….yeah you’re dead” sungchan says, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
“come here yn,” jeno says.
you swallow harshly, standing to your feet. you stuff your shaky hands into your sweater pockets. shuffling towards where jeno stands, your eyes watch the gravel under your sneakers. once you're in arms length, he grabs your forearm, tugging you towards the back seat. he opens the door aggressively, jerking his chin forward telling you to climb in. you do so, sitting in the middle seat. you fold your hands and rest them on your thighs. jeno tosses sungchan the keys before he climbs into the back seat.
—
the air is thick. awkward and super quiet. even though there’s music playing it still seems super quiet. you look over at jeno. he’s staring out the window, jaw clenched tightly. even the grip he has on your thigh is strong.
“j-jeno?” you whisper.
he doesn’t respond, he just turns to look at you.
“if you’re not gonna tell me why you were here, i don’t wanna hear shit from your mouth” he sneers. you flinch, his words hurt you. he’s never talked to you like that before.
“i-i was here with someone…but something came up! i j-just needed a ride home” you lie, believably so at that. jeno wasn’t buying it though. he knows you too well.
“you’re lying. don’t fucking lie to me, yn” jeno says, he raises his eyebrows at you.
his serious expression made your stomach churn.
“i was here with eric…” you admit.
“i knew it! i fucking knew it—dammit!” jeno yells, fists flying full force to punch the passenger seat in front of him.
“why? why were you with that son of a bitch?” he asks you, rage evident in his voice.
you hiccup, trying to calm yourself down and steady your nerves. you scoot back from him, sliding into the seat on your left hand side.
“it wasn’t anything like that! he wanted to talk, and that’s all we did…” you started. jeno rolls his neck from side to side. jaw still clenched as he stretches his muscles. “he didn’t like my answer to him, so he kicked me out of his car and left me there” you shrugged.
“he did what?!” sungchan and jeno shouted at the same time.
“this is why i didn’t want to say anything!” you whined, hitting your head on the back of sungchan’s seat groaning.
“sungchan take me home, please” you say to your friend. he nods, picking up his phone to type your address in.
“you don’t wanna come home with me?” jeno asks and you shake your head.
“i think we both need some time alone,” you tell jeno. “fuck that, i wanna be with you.” he tells you. “did you not see how you just reacted?! you need to blow some steam off, away from me” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.
“whatever yn,” jeno scoffs.
“fucking kids” sungchan laughs, continuing to drive.
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“ow! stop, i’m sorry!” kevin cried as you pinched his ear. jeno and the other boys watched in amusement as you inflicted pain on the boy. “twist it!” haechan yelled out with a laugh. sungchan giggled, slapping haechan’s arm as he snorted loudly.
“are you gonna do it again?” you ask tauntingly, kevin nods vigorously. “no, i swear to fucking god–just stop” kevin cries out, and you let him go. he pouts, hand flying to rub his throbbing ear.
“and fuck you, haechan!” kevin sneers, chucking a pillow in his direction.
you laugh as you make your way over to jeno. you climb onto his lap, making yourself comfortable on his lap. you snuggle into him, his hands wrapping around you.
“you’re a little bitch,” jeno whispers, kissing your face. “mhm, what are you gonna do about it?” you stick your tongue out at him. he shakes his head, pinching your thigh. you whine, pushing his hand away. “yeah, that’s what i thought, don’t act tough with me” jeno says and you giggle, nodding your head.
“haechan would be a really good name for y’all kid” hae says, tossing a pillow at the two of you. jeno catches it, throwing it back his way. “i don’t know why the fuck you thought our pitcher wouldn’t catch that” sungchan deadpans.
"can you like shut the hell up? i like you better when you're not talking" haechan says, flinching at the taller boy.
“fuck no, kevin is a way better name!” kevin shouted, slapping the back of haechan’s head. “all i know is…i wanna be the godparent,” sungchan says with a wide smile.
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So have I told ya guys ever like...
That I used to draw a lot of traditional art? And did bunch of graphic designing too cuz I went to a school for it?
No? Well I drew some stuff again, I just don't have a scanner which is a bummer, so shitty camera it is (for now).
Behold, Saitama from chapter 39 volume redraw, That person. My reference being my fav panel of sai ofc.
Also yea that's my artist tag which I've used for years so. I also like to use the Metroid S screw attack logo.
I've not drawn seriously in such a goddamn long time man and my inking pens are so dead lol.
Murata-sensei is a goat. I need to practice a lot but just having a phone for reference and shitty place to draw and get inspired in is mighty difficult. But I can't write there either, which is equally shitty.
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You think Fearless and Bigger Than Me are connected?
The song title is intriguing, isn’t it!
TRACKLIST REVEAL (x) (x) (x) :
• 23.8.22: Track 2: AUSTIN - Written All Over Your Face
(Anagram AAREN CLEVIE FORROW LOTTY. The accompanying photo was from LTWT show #2, and the song is track #2 on the new album)
• 24.8.22: Track 6: Tour Rehearsals (LONDON) - Chicago
(Anagram COACH GI, a fake logo on Louis’ track pants)
• 24.8.22: Track 4: DONCASTER - Lucky Again
(Anagram KACY LINGUA. Lottie and Lewis Burton’s son is named Lucky. Doncaster- obvious connection.)
• 25.8.22: Track 14: NASHVILLE - That’s the Way Love Goes
(Anagram clue HEWLETT SHOATS VOYAGE. Louis did the Live. Life. Love. charity benefit at the Ryman Theater in Nashville 30 November 2019. The Ryman is an old converted church, and That’s the Way Love Goes is the last track on the album. Coincidentally, the last track on Walls is Only the Brave, with the lyrics, “It’s a church of burnt romances, and I’m too far gone to pray.”)
• 25.8.22: Track 3: LONDON - Bigger Than Me
( Anagram clue BRIGHTEN MEGA. The word “Mega” echos “Bigger” in the song title. In the photo accompanying the clue, a small Louis figure is dwarfed by larger images of himself on the screens during the Live From London performance of Fearless.)
• 25.8.22: Track 7: SANTIAGO - Common People
(Anagram clue COMME LOOP PEN, found on a photoshopped fan’s sign, but retaining the hand-drawn heart.)
• 26.8.22: Track 10: ASUNCIÓN - Saturday
(Anagram clue ARTSY USDA, photoshopped as a sticker on Louis’ t shirt, or, Louis calls himself a prime hunk of USDA-grade beef.)
• 26.8.22: Track 8: LONDON - Out of My System
(Anagram clue: FOOTY MET MUSSY. Photo is from Live from London, and the anagram is just under the H on Louis’ shirt.)
• 27.8.22: Track 5: ST. LOUIS - Face the Music
(The anagram clue was ACETUM CHIEFS. St. Louis was where Louis presented cupcakes to fans to celebrate Michael’s birthday.)
• 28.8.22: Track ?: PARIS - Holding Onto Heartache
(Anagram clue ANCHOR TAHOE THOLING. Perhaps a pun on the word ANCHOR?)
• 28.8.22: Track 1: PUERTO RICO - The Greatest
(Anagram clue STAGE TETHER. Louis keep your kinks to yourself 😭😭😭)
• 28.8.22: Copy of a Copy of a Copy is registered on AMCOS/ APRA
• 28.8.22: Track 11: GUADALAJARA - Silver Tongues
(Anagram clue: SIG VOLUNTEERS over Louis’ breast. speaking of breasts.)
• 29.8.22: Track 12: - rehearsal - She Is Beauty, We Are the World
(Anagram clue: ASHBEY SIDEWALL WATERCOURSES)
• 30.8.2022: bonus track: SAN JUAN - Headline
(Anagram clue: DANI HEEL)
• 30.8.2022: Track 9: MONTERREY - Angels Fly
(Anagram clue: FANGS YELLS. Same, Louis. Same. Even if you throw in an extra S.)
• 31.8.2022: Track 15: SÃO PAULO - All This Time
(Anagram clue: EAST HILL MIT. The clue appears under Louis’ logo for his self-designed 28 Official Programme jersey.)
• 7.11.2022: Silver Tongues teaser, TikTok snippet
(Photo shows rotary phone with 369 replacing the first three numbers, 321, and the number 11 under 0, signifying track 11, Silver Tongues. Letters in the television snow is a scramble of the song title.)
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Random Investigation Quotes I couldn't/haven't included in story
Headspace:
Kel’s Room
‘A warm fireplace. It’s made of blankets, somehow.’
‘A pile of crumpled comic book issues. You think you see one of your favorites.’
‘A simple projector for disc based movies. It’s aimed at a white blanket wall.’
‘An exceptionally soft and warm orange blanket.’
‘A blanket fort, made for you and your friends. A blanket fort within a blanket fort. Huh.’
Shelves
‘A purple shelf. Full of b-list horror and real life performances of musicians you don’t recognize.’
‘A pink shelf. Chock full of romance and adventure movies. You see a lot of princess movies.’
‘A yellow shelf. Full of documentaries about nature and plants, and a couple of ones about animals.’
‘A blue shelf. Mostly tv cooking competition box sets, and the occasional mystery. It seems pretty barren.’
‘A black and white shelf. Most of the movies are animated adventures, with a few exceptional live actions in the mix.’
‘An orange shelf unit, stuffed full of superhero movies, sports, and comedies. There’s an entire portion dedicated to animal protagonists.’
‘A green shelf, with every movie that are none of your favorites.’
Hero’s Room
‘A special oven. Sure to never burn a hand. Food is another story, however.’
‘A fridge stocked with amazing foods. Hero’s cooking is the best.’
‘A neat table, set for six people.’
‘You found a BUTTER KNIFE! …But you put it back.’
If Hero in Party:
‘You found a BUTTER KNIFE!’
“H-huh?! Omori, did you take one of my knives? Put that back!”
‘Reluctantly, you put the knife back.’
After: ‘The cabinet doesn’t have any better knives than what you already have anyway.’
Real World
Pre-Something
Phone
‘No new messages.’
If blinking: ‘It’s watching you. You can’t sleep.’
Sticky Note- Room
???’s Sticky Note
“Hi Sunny! There’s some steak in the fridge for you- I think it’ll be even better this time! Sorry about keeping it downstairs, but if it’s too dark when you wake up, turn the lights on.”
‘There’s something else written, but it’s been scribbled out.’
‘A table lamp. It won’t turn on.’
‘An old computer. It won’t turn on.’
‘A bunch of books on a shelf. The shelf has been drawn on in pen.’
‘Cardboard boxes are littered across the house.’
‘Your TO-DO List. You don’t feel like doing your chores right now.’
‘Most of the heavier chores have already been crossed off.’
‘An ordinary houseplant. It looks sad.’
‘Parents’ Bed. The mattress is too hard to sleep on comfortably. Looks like its been used recently.’
‘Some family photos.’
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Um hi! This is rather random but I'm a bit curious about your "phone art" tag, does it mean you're able to draw on your phone? :o
Hi!! yes, i got a fancy samsung galaxy note phone and a fancy pirated art program! the s-pen and humongous screen make it pretty easy to draw on it (i have so much respect for those that draw with their finger o7). If something is tagged with that it means i drew it on my phone, which is most of my art nowadays since the couch is more comfortable than my desk chair lol. otherwise it was drawn with a classic wacom tablet!
hope that answers your question! ( ◕▿◕ )
#hascapask#hi tumblr user westwing19 I love your art hii o/#i can also draw on my commute which is really nice
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fountain pen, apple juice, dream guy, bus ride, mario kart, snow day, learning drums, so cuddly, gay crisis, 10 & 14, avengers = nightmare
omg
thank u
2. fountain pen — what type of pens do you prefer to use?
i have a lot of Pilot gel pens and they're pretty good but lately i've also really been liking Micron ink pens because they don't smear when you write over them with water-based marker, sooo.... new fave?
4. apple juice — what is your favourite fruit juice flavour? brand?
hm... orange juice? ooh, or lingonberry... lingonberry juice is really good
8. dream guy — do you have 'the ideal partner' in mind? have you met them already?
i honestly have very little clue who my "dream partner" might be. someone cuddly, i guess, because i am a girl of very few spoons and have many days where i end up in bed or on the couch needing to recharge and just cuddle up either by myself or with someone else and watch something or read a book or play a game on my phone. someone who's not horribly averse to the smell of dishwater would be a plus, because i nearly threw up last time i attempted to do the dishes. i'm, like, kidding, but also >.>
just someone i can have fun with even if all we're doing is nothing, really. because there would be a lot of that. and also they have to like dogs.
9. bus ride — how do you prefer to travel?
i really like the train! i sound very much like my father's daughter right now, but honestly we took a metrolink into the city once when i was younger for a day trip and the train ride was my favorite part, it was fun to just sit and people-watch and look out the window at the world. things looks different through the window of a train.
14. mario kart — what's your favourite video or mobile game?
Star Stable Online, Hogwarts Mystery, and Happy Color (which is literally just a color-by-number phone app lol it's very thought-clearing)
15. snow day — you wake up to blankets of perfect, untouched snow outside, what is the first thing you do? e.g. snow angels, snowmen, take a photo etc
definitely photos! then snow angels. then i'd try to throw a snowball at either my sibling or my dad, whoever was closer.
17. learning drums — is there an instrument you wish you could play well, or better?
guitar and piano. i have both, i just hate practicing piano because it's in the room where my mom hangs out and she's nosy and a little teacher-mode-judgy, and my fingers are really small so both instruments sort of hurt my hands anyway
18. so cuddly — how many pillows/blankets/stuffed animals do you have on your bed?
uh, four pillows, a body pillow, and the stuffed animal count varies depending on my mood. sometimes when i'm sad or sick my sibling piles them up on me and then i just leave them there for a while
27. gay crisis — if you want to share, have you ever gone through a 'gay crisis'? are you still going through it?
i'm not really sure i'd call it a crisis tbh. i spent my entire childhood and young teen years thinking sex sounded sort of unpleasant, then i heard the term "asexual" and thought, "oh yeah that's me". it took me longer to realize i was probably bi, and honestly i'm still not entirely sure i've ever had a proper crush on a girl, but i do think girls are really pretty and the thought of having a female partner isn't off-putting in the slightest.
33. 10 & 14 — do you have a favourite and/or lucky number?
yeah, i have no idea where it came from but i've always been sort of drawn to the number 35. no idea why. no clue what the significance is
35. avengers = nightmare — favourite marvel and/or dc character(s)?
iron man and spider-man will always hold a special place in my heart, and i also currently have a soft spot for oscar isaac's moon knight performance. also have a great appreciation for all the batman posts going around right now
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REVIEW
Lost Little Angels by Holly S. Roberts
Detective Eve Bennet #2
Truth can be stranger than fiction…or so Mark Twain’s character said…as I read this book, I hoped that what I was reading was not true only to find out later that this tale is based in fact and that true life is just as heinous, if not more so, than what took place in this book.
What I liked:
* Eve: strong, intelligent, raised in the FLDS religious cult-escaped, survivor, haunted by her past, supported and supportive of her team, falling for Clyde, has a tough time in this book
* Clyde: ex-sniper, seasoned homicide detective, strong, intelligent, quiet, divorced, patient, wise, excellent at his job, there for Eve at work and outside, hopes for a future with Eve
* Collin, Ray, Bina, and Tamm: the rest of Eve’s team chosen for their skills, personalities, backgrounds, and what they bring as individuals to make the team strong
* That I was drawn in from page one and compelled to read to the bitter end – I cared about the characters and how the case would be resolved
* Seeing the cult through Eve’s memories and experiences as she applied it to the solving of the case
* The group dynamics and continued character development of the team
* Being able to “hate” the bad guys
* That it made me think, care, and google to find out more
* Knowing that there will be another book to look forward in the series
What I didn’t like:
* Who and what I was meant not to like
* Knowing that what I read may be just the tip of the FLDS iceberg and that such cults continue to exist with horrible things happening with almost no way out
Did I enjoy this book? Yes – though not always easy to read
Would I read more in this series? Definitely
Thank you to NetGalley and Bookouture for the ARC – This is my honest review.
5 Stars
BLURB
She wakes suddenly, realizing with a panic that her darling baby daughter should have woken long before now. Racing to the pink-colored nursery, she lets out a deep cry as she opens the door. The crib is empty. Her little girl has vanished.
It’s after midnight when Detective Eve Bennet receives a distraught phone call from an unknown number. The voice at the other end begs her not to hang up—a baby has gone missing. But what the caller says next makes Eve’s heart race. “She isn’t the first. There are many, many more.”
Rushing to the missing girl’s home, Eve finds the house empty, and when she knocks on their neighbors’ doors, not a single person answers. Whoever reported the missing baby doesn’t want to be found…
Secrets are held tight in the small town of Hilldale and as an outsider, Eve knows that the only way to uncover the truth is to persuade someone to talk. She finally has a breakthrough when a young wife goes against her husband’s wishes and tells Eve it’s not just babies being taken—mothers are disappearing too.
The woman leaves Eve a hand drawn map leading her to an isolated trailer park. What she finds there shocks her to her core. But she hardly has time to think before she notices a lone figure watching her every move. She’s not alone.
Can Eve save herself in time to finally unmask the truth before more innocent children disappear forever?
AUTHOR BIO
Holly S. Roberts is a retired homicide detective and the USA TODAY Bestselling Author of the Completion Sports series. She writes romance and thrillers as Holly and cozy mysteries under the pen name Suzie Ivy.She's excited to announce her new thriller series, published by Bookouture Hachette that takes place among the FLDS cult, run by Warren Jeffs. The story is gritty, ripped from the headlines, and filled with thrilling action.For more information, heat levels, and trigger warnings, visit her website at wickedstorytelling.com.
#Holly S. Roberts#Detective Eve Bennet 2#Mystery#Thriller#Suspense#Fiction#Police Procedural#Missing babies#Isolation#religious cult#abuse#bookouture#netgalley
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I have a very small following with niche content, so if you happen upon this it’s because you were supposed to ❤️ There’s a fog of pervasive melancholy present. That’s not new news, most everything has gone to shit and we’re eyeball deep in the apocalypse, amiright? Reading the news every day has become a harrowing experience. It’s all disturbing and we’re all rather disturbed. There’s something you’re missing right now though. There’s a valuable lesson that is passing you over because the syncs are just being chalked up to more of society’s fuckery. This needs to be corrected. Do something drastic to remove yourself from your normal environment overnight. go camping in the woods or get a hotel room. Anywhere you can be alone and not disturbed. When you get there- PUT AWAY YOUR PHONE UNTIL DAWN I get this isn’t possible for everyone, and if it’s not possible for you then the message today isn’t for you- and that’s ok. Go forth to seek the deeper meaning of your existence with nothing but a notebook and a pen. Write, meditate, ponder, question everything, and write some more 🖤🙏🏻 ****PLZ NOTE: As you may or may not know, I don’t do these daily any more. First Off Please keep in mind that this is my own work and experience I’m speaking on, I’m not speaking on or judging how anyone else conducts their practice and how useful it may or may not be! That’s important to note please keep it in mind. Solely from my own experience and observations I’ve come to realize that daily readings done for the collective tend to be not much more useful than a newspaper horoscope. I do a reading of the day if there’s a significant planetary event happening, or if I’m drawn to doing so via syncs for whatever reason. From the feedback I’ve gotten it’s been the most useful for my clients and followers. I get why it’s handy for an online reader to utilize daily as it’s reliable filler content, but that’s made the market over saturated in my opinion. Readings of the day are a dime a dozen. HOWEVER~ If you have a go to reader(s) that deliver you collective daily readings that regularly resonate- that’s great! Keep being inspired! (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeUszgALUl9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Happy Love Day to all of you!💚
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Tuesday's on the Phone to Me
Pairing: Steven Grant x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
T/W: angst ? then fluff 🌩☁️
A/N: I kind of just went with this, it was a scene I had in my head, might not be the best, but oh well!
Steven misses a date with you; understanding and thinking that you'll never want to see to him again, he apologises and leaves. . .
↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t
It was all quiet in the apartment when the small pocket alarm clock rang, startling Steven from his deep attention on an anthology of Egyptian gods. He rummaged through his pocket to find the little white clock. Opening his palm he clicked the stop switch to halt the ringing.
“Right,” Steven sighed, nodding to himself as he set the pen he’d been using inside the book to mark his place. Grabbing a jacket, he looked himself over in the mirror, “Monday night, Topsy-Turvey Salads, six o’clock,” he repeated to himself before taking the apartment keys in his hand.
The walk was relatively short to the restaurant you’d suggested on Saturday, Steven managed to pick up some flowers and chocolate on the way, and still made it on time. He stood outside for a couple of minutes, hoping to see you walk up, but after a while, he headed inside to see if you’d already found a table. The restaurant was cute and casual, the atmosphere was calming. It made him smile with how much it reminded him of your personality, but the smile faded when he didn’t see you anywhere. He asked a waitress who walked by if she’d seen someone who looked like you, but when that came back with a no, Steven began to lose hope.
Pushing the exit door, he stepped out into the street, not wanting to crowd the restaurant. Tucking the chocolate in his hand underneath his opposite arm so he could reach his phone out of his pocket with one free hand, he dialled your number, hoping you’d pick up.
“Hey, Steven,” your kind voice came through the phone, allowing him to release the breath he’d been holding.
“H-hi,” he began, “Um, I’m at the salad bar…were we still on?” He winced at his own question, but tried to force a laugh, “you know date three, third time’s a charm,” he immediately stopped, before starting again, “not- not for anything like that just- just for a date.”
“Oh-” you started, making his nerves return, “the date was for yesterday, but you didn’t show up, so I wasn’t sure-”
“Wait, wait, I-I didn’t show up?” he asked, worriedly, “but I thought we were on for Monday night, six o’clock-”
“Topsey Turvey Salads,” you both said together, he could hear the smile in your voice, despite the conversation, “but Monday was yesterday, today’s Tuesday.”
“But,” he paused, trying to understand how he didn’t realise the day changed, “but…I set an alarm.”
He could hear you say his name softly on the other side of the phone sympathetically but began zoning out, truly concerned about the fact that a whole day seemed to go by without him having any memory of it. Staring at the sidewalk, he didn’t respond to you for a few moments, your voice was muffled until he came back to focus.
“Sorry, sorry, what was that?” Steven began, his nerves leading him to rambling, “right, I will uh- see you tomorrow, not a date, at work, maybe if we cross paths, of course, I promise I won’t bother you anymore, okay…I’m sorry again-”
“Steven-” you tried one more time, but the line went silent.
Heading back to his apartment, he set the box of chocolates and the flowers on his desk in a daze. Repeating ‘today is Tuesday, yesterday was Monday, tomorrow’s Wednesday,” as he took his jacket off and sat back in his desk chair, staring down at the Egypt book he’d been at only an hour earlier. He managed to make it through the night in his usual fashion, but this morning far more dejected remembering that he’d missed an opportunity with you. The two of you had really hit it off at work, he was smitten with you since you were brought on as one of the museum’s tour guides, and you were instantly drawn to him. Now he was left feeling utterly ridiculous, he didn’t even want to think about running into you at work, there was a point where that was what made him excited to go in, but it was all different now, and he knew it was all his fault–
You walked into work, hoping to find Steven in his usual place, waiting for you on the stairs, but he was nowhere in sight. Assuming that maybe he was just embarrassed, you headed to your locker and then the gift shop, but still no sight of Steven. Waiting at the counter, you quirked your lips, looking left and right, you tapped your fingernails on the smooth marble until Donna walked in.
“Hey, Donna,” you leaned against the counter, turning to face her, “have you seen Steven?”
She lowered her head and stared up at you, as if you were ridiculous for asking that question, “Stevie? Yeah, he asked to be put in the back, believe it or not.”
“Oh,” you nodded, looking down to where you’d clasped your hands.
“Sweetheart, tell me you’re not actually upset that he stood you up,” Donna was nearly laughing through her teeth.
You took a deep breath and sighed, meeting her glare, “it was an accident, he got the days mixed up and-”
“And thank goodness,” Donna actually laughed this time, “honey, it’s been months, if you know what’s good for you, take that as a blessing and a sign to get out.”
You perked an eyebrow, “thanks, but I don’t think I need dating advice from you.”
“Oh it’s not, it’s just advice,” she retorted, making you bite the inside of your cheek in order to restrain yourself, “he’s a mess-”
“I think he’s really going through a hard time right now,” you interrupted, straightening up, attempting to keep it professional, “if you see him, will you tell him I’m looking for him?” you glared at her until she gave a half-hearted nod, “thank you.”
Your day went by, as usual, except you didn’t see Steven once. He didn’t linger along with the tour you gave during his lunch hour, and he didn’t try and find you during yours. You didn’t catch glimpses of him in the gift shop, and you didn’t get to talk to him when each of your tours finished, and you led everyone to the shop. It was far less entertaining for you and it only made you more worried when you were on your way out and still didn’t see him.
“Hey, J.B.,” you stopped at the front security office, “have you seen Steven?”
“Uhh no, I haven’t,” he laughed, causing you to frown out of confusion, “why you lookin’ for someone who stood you up?”
“How does everyone know about this?” you shook your head, frustrated that your business was suddenly becoming the gossip of the museum.
“Donna told me,” he admitted.
“Of course she did,” you muttered under your breath.
“But you know, if you’re looking for someone who won’t ditch you-”
“Okay,” you tapped the counter, already looking away, “good talk.”
You had just managed to catch sight of Steven as he was leaving the museum for the night. It was stormy out, so you wanted to get to him before he ventured too far out in the rain.
“Steven!” you yelled, lifting a hand, hoping he’d see you; he turned to see you but then only hastened more to get out the door, “wait!”
You caught up to him on the last step under the building’s shelter, he was nervous and fidgeting when you walked up.
“Hi, hello,” he started, not looking directly at you, “listen, don’t worry, I’ve gotten rid of your number, I won’t bother your tours anymore, uh- um what else do I do?-”
“Steven I’m not-” you tried.
“Interested anymore, I know. Oh, I won’t ask Donna to match up our lunch hours, and I’ll try to work in the back more. Okay, alright, I’m sorry, again, you deserve better. Just forget about me. I gotta get back to Gus,” he started walking away, waving an apologetic hand, shuffling out into the rain, before starting for the bus.
You were left under the museum awning. Pushing open your umbrella, you checked your phone for previous texts with Steven, you were certain that at some point he’d told you the apartment building he lived in–
Steven sighed, depressed, as he opened his apartment door. He was a little damp from his dash between the bus and his building, but nothing too bad. Setting his bag down, he fed Gus and settled down at his desk. The flowers and chocolate box were still there as if to mock him. He thought over the exchange you had earlier and placed his head in his hands, realising he’d just rambled on at you without letting you speak.
“Now she’ll really think-” but he was cut off by a knock at his door, staring at the front of the apartment, he wasn’t sure if that was in his head or if it was actually happening until a second knock came, “oh no, what now?”
Unlocking the deadbolt, Steven opened the door, ready to apologise to a neighbour for this or that, but he was shocked when he met your eyes.
“You-you’re- hi,” he said stunned.
“Hi, Steven,” you spoke softly.
“Look, I really don’t know what more I can say, but I am truly sorry, and I don’t want to be yelled at,” he admitted, “I’ll leave you alone, I promise you.”
He began to close the door, but you placed a hand on it, not very hard, but it managed to stop him from closing it any further. Stepping a little closer you took a deep breath, “Steven, wait, I just want you to hear me out, okay?”
“Umm, okay,” he agreed, opening the door a little more, wincing as he prepared for something harsh.
“I wanted to reschedule with you,” you smiled, “for our date.”
“Wait…even after I stood you up?” Steven squinted, confused.
You laughed softly, looking down, before back up at his sad eyes, “Steven, I don’t know who convinced you that one bad date means I’d never want to even see you again, but that’s not the case. We’ve been on two absolutely fantastic dates, I’ve known you for months, I… I was more worried about you than anything,” your smile widened as his jaw parted, “I missed you, and you looked more distraught than usual. So, I just wanted you to know I’m not mad.”
“You-you’re not mad, really?” Steven opened the door a little more.
“I’m really not,” you guaranteed him, “It was an accident, you mixed up the days, it’s okay.”
“Oh…,” he took a few moments as if this was something he’d never experienced before, and he hadn’t. Just about everyone he’d ever tried to date was impatient and got fed up with him for missing dates, even if it was an accident. It was then that he noticed you were drenched and shivering, still in your museum dress, “Oh, shi- you’re soaking. Here, I’m so sorry, please, uh, come in.”
“Oh, thanks,” you laughed a little at how abruptly he shifted from one topic to the next, watching him move out of your way and close the door behind you.
“How did you find my apartment anyway?” he asked, clicking on some additional lights.
“I looked through our texts, you told me what building it was, and then I just asked around for someone who looked like you,” you explained, “but that was after my umbrella inverted, so here I am.”
“Ah, that’s a shame about your umbrella,” he sympathised, “can I offer you some dry clothes then- or is that too…” He shifted his hands adorably.
“I’d be okay with that,” you nod, smile soft and warm, feeling like this situation was going to be far better than some ordinary date.
“Okay,” Steven stared at you, completely in love with how understanding, and kind you were, he admired that in you and felt like he’d met an angel, “I’ll- I’ll put some tea on too for you, you’ve got to be chilled to the bone.”
You took to looking around a bit as he fetched the clothes; finding his fish tank, you dipped down to see a goldfish, with only one fin, “aww,” you said to yourself, “hello.”
“Ah, see you’ve met Gus. I think these should be manageable,” he returned with an oversized sweater and some sweatpants, “they’re not the best but-
“It’s perfect,” you smiled, taking them from him, hands brushing together when you exchanged the clothes.
You kept your palms against his knuckles for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his skin. You just wanted to be close to him, to let him know you were there for him. You didn’t want distance. Steven couldn’t help but stare, your eyes were the most beautiful colour he’d ever seen, your skin was still damp, and he actually felt comfortable around you. Taking a step closer, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, with just the bundle of clothes keeping you apart, you were certain that he was going to kiss you.
“Loo is on the left,” he suddenly said, and instantly regretted it.
“Oh- okay, I’ll be right back,” you smile up at him, hoping he didn’t feel any pressure.
It was only a moment later and you returned, in the most comfortable outfit you’d ever been in. In fact, you had taken a moment to hug yourself, nuzzling against the sleeves, breathing in his cologne that lingered before you stepped out. Steven was right where you left him, but this time he was holding a cup of tea for you. It was a mug with Egyptian hieroglyphics all over it. You had to smile as he handed it to you.
“Um, listen,” he took a deep breath, “I just want you to know that I really did set an alarm, I really tried,” Steven looked down, “I just struggle with sleep and remembering days and…things.”
“I believe you, it’s okay,” you reached a hand to tuck a little hair out of his face, before caressing his jawline, stroking your thumb across his cheek, “we can just make dates for immediately after work, that way we can head out together right away, we can work around it.”
Exhaling with relief, he nodded in agreement, “thank you- thank you so much,” he closed his eyes for emphasis.
“It’s no problem at all,” you said, before your eyes were drawn behind him, you glanced at the bed and looked it over.
Steven instantly noticed your gaze shift and swiftly turned to see what you were looking at, “oh shit, ah,” he chuckled nervously, “believe it or not, that’s for- I have a sleepwalking issue, problem…”
He swallowed harshly, anxiously, as he met your eyes again; you were taking a sip of the tea, “that’s not for. . .that, what you think, or what it looks like.”
You blinked heavily, keeping your eyes on him while you finished drinking, “either way,” you perked an eyebrow, lowering the cup from your lips.
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Under The Moon Light | Druig - College!au
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pairing: Druig × f!reader
summary: you are Sersi's roommate and you have a thing for the new Irish boy.
content warnings: none for this one! just pure fluff and dorkiness
part 2 w/smut here (minors DNI!)
word count: 1.2k
*y/f/s = your favourite subject
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"God! You guys are disgusting" you let out on a playful bitter tone. You were having lunch on campus with your friends, sitting beside Sersi, – who were to busy texting Ikaris – while Kingo sat on the opposite corner of the table, beside the couple, Thena and Gilgamesh, who were stuck on their own world when they were, in fact, right in front of you.
"Can you guys at least take a second to talk to us?" Now Sersi's attention was drawn to you, she looked into your eyes while laying her phone on the lunch table. "Leave them be, y/n. You're just bitter because you can't be like them with the new boy." She smirks at you. Bitch. Druig, was the boy in question, the Irish that transferred to your school. As much as you wanted to deny it, you did feel attracted to him. A lot, for a matter of fact.
"Yet" you let out to Sersi.
"What?" She answers.
"I can't be like that with him, yet." You say confidently.
"C'mon, you weren't able to exchange two words with him before seeming like you would pass out."
"He intimidates me." You whisper coyly.
"You were literally just trying to ask him if you could borrow a pen."
"Yes. And that was the scariest moment I've ever been through."
"Scarier than when we had to watch Kingo's movies?"
"Well, maybe the second scariest." both of you giggle before hearing a "Hey!" that came from a very offended Kingo who threw the first thing he could get on his plate on you. "Don't talk about my movies like that. They're art."
"Whatever, movie star" you mock. "Are you coming to the library with us?" You ask your friend as you and Sersi get up of the table, taking a piece of pasta out of your hair that Kingo shot at you previously.
"To do what?" He asks.
"What do you think we're doing in the library, dork?" You say
"I don't know, sleep?"
"We're studying, dingus" Sersi says the obvious
"No thanks." He replies with a disgust expression.
"You know you're on college right?"
"I do, in fact, but in a short time I won't need it anymore"
"If you say so" you cut the conversation short, now turning and waving goodbye at him, Thena and Gilgamesh, although you were almost sure the last two didn't even notice you were there in the first place.
You walk down the hall with your arms crossed to Sersi's talking about the new show you two are watching together on your way to the library. Right on the opposite side of the hall you see him. Sersi nudges you provokingly while you loose your words just at the sight of him. For fuck sakes he is so handsome.
He was wearing a leather jacket and a full black outfit looking stunning as always. Before you could tell your friend to walk the other way he was already walking towards the both of you. Don't panick. "Hello m'ladies" you hear his accent speak heavenly. "Hi" Sersi answers with a polite smile as all you could do was thinking how pretty he was. Is that even legal? Look at his eyes.
"Are you heading to the library?" He asks. All you do is nod in response. Not being exactly on the condition to form a full sentence at the sight of him on the leather jacket.
"Can I come with?" Whaaa- "If it's not a bother, of course" he completes after realising your shock expression.
"No, no, no, it won't be a bother at all, we're glad someone else is joining, actually" Sersi says "Right, y/n?"
"Sure, yeah" was all you could verbalise. That fucking jacket is going to be the death of me.
...
Now with the three of you walking side by side. You freeze in place by the sudden feeling of his hands on your hair locks. Again reading your expressions with ease he's quick on explaining "There was a little pasta on it" he smiles. Fuck you, Kingo. You think.
"Oh, thank you." you give him a genuine smile while silently reminding yourself to kill your friend when you see him. "That was Kingo, one of our friends. He didn't want to come with us. Says he's to busy being a movie star to have time for college." you laugh and continue " We were mocking him about it and the bastard threw his food at us" you say on a playful tone and giggle thinking about your friend. He was an absolute idiot but you loved him with all your heart. Druig laughs along.
"At least it was his food." He says, still smiling.
"Yeah, well, I guess there's a good part in it after all." You follow him, smiling too.
"Have you been friends for long?" He points at Sersi, who was now walking a little ahead the both of you. You knew she did that on purpose and made a head reminder to thank her later for it.
"Yep." you answer with emphasis on the p "We've been roommates for 4 years now, I guess, but we know eachother since our childhood."
"Wow. That's a lot" he laughs again. What a cute laugh.
"It is" you smile. "How about you? Did you come here before or are you getting to know the place 'cause of college?" you were genuinely surprise on how you were, somehow being able to keep up the conversation with him"
"Oh, no, I have family in the country. They actually..."
Before he could continue. You bumped on your friend's back when she suddenly stopped and you were to busy looking at Druig's pretty face to see her.
"Shit." you mumble
"We're here" she can't hold a laugh knowing exactly who was the reason of your distraction.
...
You three spent the afternoon studying y/f/s* together. Every time you could feel Druig's gaze on you it made you shiver. As you were getting to tired of studying, the three of you left your books opened at the table but your attention at the reading was long gone, keeping up a fun and light conversation. You talked about everything. And you loved the way Druig was looking at you when you spoke, it was magical.
As the night fell, the blue eyed boy offered to walk the two of you to your dorm. What a gentleman. Sersi made a terrible excuse involving Ikaris to go the other way and leave you two alone. It worked, obviously, so now you two were walking together under the moon light. At some point of the walk your hands intertwined and he looked at you coyly smiling. You could've swear you melted.
He told you about his family in Ireland. About how he missed them. You watched as his eyes shone brightly and you fell for him even more. When you stopped in your dorm room's door. You looked up at him smiling. Felt butterflies on your stomach when he cupped your face with his soft hands.
And kissed you.
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feelings | 12
The one professor that the six of you share canceled class at the last minute and so the six of you decided to take this time to study for your next classes.
Like last time, the six of you went to a private room in the library.
“Oh- Professor Lee just sent an email,” Jimin says, turning to you. Your eyes brighten for a second.
“Is he canceling class too?” you ask hopefully. Jimin smiles at you, shaking his head.
“Don’t get too happy,” he says, pushing his phone past Jungkook and towards you. You grab it and start reading the message. A gasp escapes your lips.
“No…”
“What is it?” Jin asks. Jimin answers for you as you have dropped your head onto the desk, whining.
“The professor that me and Yn have a project together for wants us to present them to the class today.”
“Oh no,” Jungkook says, “she hates public speaking more than anything.” Hobi nods.
“I can tell.”
Jungkook pats your back.
“You’re going to do great, don’t worry.”
“Professor Lee did say in the email that he’ll call on only 5 partners to present,” Jimin says. “We might not have to do it.”
“But what if he does call on us,” you say, lifting your head up. Hobi shakes his head with a small smile on his face, here you go again with the ‘what ifs’.
“Well we have time to practice beforehand,” Jimin reassures. You sigh.
“Okay, well I need some coffee now,” you say, getting up from your seat. You dig through your bag to get your wallet, and, without looking, grabbing a phone off of the table as well.
“Ooh I wanna come,” Taehyung says, getting up and running beside you.
“Just text me what you guys want,” you say before you walk out. Jimin and Hobi immediately took out their phones.
Jungkook follows you with his eyes, reaching out for his phone on the table. He turned back to look in front of him when he didn’t feel his phone.
“oH?” He says, feeling himself to see if he forgot putting his phone in his pockets. “Does anyone know where my phone went?”
“Isn’t it that?” Jin says, pointing to a phone in the center of the table, lighting up from a text. Jungkook shakes his head.
“No, that’s Yn’s–” He sighs, grabbing your phone. “She must’ve taken mine.
“So should we text Taehyung our orders instead?” Hobi asks, picking his phone back up again.
“I texted it in the group chat,” Jimin says to him.
“Okay I’ll send it there then.”
“Ugh,” Jin sighs, “I’ll be back guys.” He gets up from his chair.
“Is everything okay?” Jungkook asks.
“Yeah, Hyejin is just calling me,” Jin says. “She probably needs something.” Jimin laughs.
“Hyung really doesn’t like her,” he says.
“I think their relationship is more of the annoying little sister, big brother type of relationship,” Hobi says. “She always calls him when she needs help and they argue like siblings.”
“Ah,” Jungkook says. He’s fiddling with your phone.
“You know,” Jungkook says, being reminded of a memory while he held your phone. “When me and Yn were younger, she’d always put something in her phone case. Like photos, notes, or photocards of her favorite idol.” He laughs, taking your phone case off as he tells the story, wondering if he’ll find anything inside.
“Oh–” He says in surprise when a folded up piece of paper falls out. He unfolds the paper and reads it.
“I like you.” He reads. The note consisted only of those three words along with hearts drawn all over it.
Jimin peaks over his shoulder. “It’s in black pen but it doesn’t look like it’s newly written.” Jimin looks over at Hobi.
“Maybe she wrote it a long time ago,” Hobi says, looking at Jimin as well. They both turn to Jungkook.
“She probably wrote it for someone then,” Jungkook says, folding up the paper and placing it back in the case. He puts the case back on your phone and puts it on top of your notebook.
“Who do you think that someone is?” Jimin asks. Jungkook shrugs.
“I don’t know, I didn’t know she liked anyone.”
“Maybe it’s you then,” Hobi says, fully knowing that it is. Jungkook laughs.
“Yeah and she rejected me because she liked me. That doesn’t make any sense,” Jungkook says. “Maybe she rejected me because she likes someone else, it’s the only plausible answer.”
Jimin and Hobi exchange looks before dropping their heads on the table.
“What?”
“You and Yn give me headaches,” Hobi says.
“Okay I’m back,” Jin says. He looks at Jimin, who hasn’t lifted his head up. He then looks at the other two boys confusedly, walking slowly back to his seat. “I wasn’t even gone for that long, what happened?”
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“So when are you asking out the cute barista?” You ask Taehyung as the two of you are nearing Magic Shop.
You two were supposed to just get coffee at the Starbucks that’s on campus but Taehyung suggested we go to Magic Shop instead. For obvious reasons.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure if I should just shoot my shot now, or like, form a friendship first. She seems like the shy type, I don’t want to scare her off,” he answers thoughtfully.
“Ooh, for some reason I expected you to just go for it since you’re the type of guy who chooses love right away. But that actually makes sense,” you say.
“Yeah, I would choose love right away if we were already friends and I liked her and I knew she liked me back,” he says, turning towards you with a knowing smile.
“Well that seemed specific,” you say, afraid that Hobi slipped up somehow. You sigh. The two of you reach the cafe and Taehyung grabs the door handle before you do, opening it for you and letting you in first. “I’m assuming you know?”
“I do,” he says. “But don’t worry, he doesn’t.” You nod.
“Okay good. I really don’t mind that you guys know but I was just afraid you’d tell Jungkook right away and I don’t know if I’m ready for any of that,” you say. Taehyung tilts his head to the side. The two of you line up behind a couple of people.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Well, I don’t know. I told Hobi that I was afraid of pursuing a relationship with him because of what happened between my friends in high school. I don’t know if he told you that, but anyways. He’s been talking to me about it, and I know none of you are forcing me to do anything I don’t want, but Hobi did make some valid points. He told me I could just be pushing Jungkook away if I continue to ignore my feelings, so I should just go for it. And I’m thinking of doing so,” you say. “Just not yet. I feel like this is a big step forward in our lives together. I’ve hid these feelings and pushed it aside for so long that I don’t really know what will happen if I act on it. I also have never been in a relationship before so I don’t know how anything works. So yeah, umm… I’m just going to wait it out I guess. I don’t know, maybe I need a little push, who knows.” You laugh nervously as you look Taehyung in the eyes. You’ve been thinking about this all night, you felt like you needed to let it out somehow. You didn’t expect it to be with Taehyung though.
Taehyung laughs slightly. “I thought we have given you little pushes already, you might end up falling over.” You roll your eyes playfully.
“Okay maybe a bigger push. Not to push me down, but to just give me some confidence that it will all workout, I don’t know. If anything, Jungkook will always be there anyways. I don’t think there’s any need to rush.”
“Next,” Gaeun, the barista, Taehyung’s crush, calls. The two of you were so immersed in your conversation, you didn’t notice the people in front of you were gone. She smiles up at you two, a smile that completely takes Taehyung’s breath away. He stares at her and smiles back until her face turns a light shade of pink. You clear your throat.
“Hi, sorry about that, umm,” you then remembered about your friends and their orders. “One second, I’m so sorry.”
“No worries,” she says looking down at the keypad of the register, trying to avoid Taehyung’s gaze.
You take your phone out of your back pocket, seeing Jungkook’s phone instead.
“Oh I grabbed the wrong phone,” you say to yourself. Before you can put in his passcode, that you made up for him when he first got his phone, Taehyung recites the orders of the boys from his phone instead. Gaeun nods, typing in the order, still avoiding his eyes. The two of you then give your own orders to her and she takes your payment and lets you know your drinks will be right up.
“Do you think I scared her,” Taehyung asks you as you two walk to the side to sit down at a table while you wait for your drinks.
“No, I think she was just shy, like what you said,” you reassure him. “Maybe she likes you too or thinks you’re attractive. Girls avoid eye contact when they feel that way.”
“Hmm, interesting,” he says. “So anyways. I just got an idea.”
“What is it?”
“You and Jimin have that presentation thing right? If you two get called today you have to confess to Jungkook right after class. If he doesn’t call on you two, then you still have time to figure it out. But if you present today then you might as well kill two birds with one stone and confess to Jungkook too. You know, while you’re already doing things you’re scared to do.”
You sit there with your jaw dropped.
It was a good idea.
But a scary one.
“You wanted a push didn’t you?” he says. “This is a fifty-fifty chance. Either he calls on you and you do it, or he doesn’t and you don’t.”
“Fine,” you sigh out. Although your heart is beating way faster than when you first heard about the presentation. Taehyung smirks at you, bringing his hand out for you to shake.
You hesitate, before wrapping your hand around his.
“It’s a deal. But not a word to the boys. If he does end up calling us, I don’t want any added pressure or anyone to be waiting for a confession.”
“My lips are shut.”
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feelings
๑ part twelve: it’s a deal ๑
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→ man in my dreams (PT1)
bucky b x reader
inspired by @demonsandmischief 's story something special
↪link to their story: something special part one
prompt
↪ when you go to sleep at night, you have dreams of a man. A man that you have sworn to have seen once before in your life, every morning you try to write down everything you remembered about him from the dream but the only thing you could remember was blue eyes. You didn't know what the dreams meant but you knew that it had to be something to do with him, until one dream changed everything.
"you're that man in my dreams..."
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↪delusions, its also confusing but to me I understood it.
↪you might need to keep an eye out for the POV change cause its one of those one, and i dont know if there is alot because i didnt reread this or edit it.
↪ the grey lines are a sign of scenery or pov change if you don't like this pov idc im bored
Y/N's POV
It had been playing on my mind all week, why was this man always in my dreams. I haven't been able to dream about normal things for months, what was the reasoning behind his abnormal appearances and why do I only remember his blue eyes.
His blue eyes, naturally I'd go looking at peoples eyes but even though blue is a rare colour I just can't walk up to people and ask what their eye colour is.
"blue eyes" I had been sitting in this position on my bed for hours I didn't even notice what the time was until my phone started buzzing, grabbing it i look at the clock and notice that it was 3:32 in the morning and that I and been sitting here trying to draw his eye area for almost four hours.
There had to be a reason why this man kept appearing in my dreams, it wasn't a normal dream either. I'd be there watching him fight bad guys and sometimes I'd see him sleeping almost as if I was spectating his day.
Even during my days at work, I try to remember were I had seen those blue eyes. It didn't haunt me but it also didn't sit well in my stomach, the man it was odd that the only thing I remembered from the man was his eyes. Nothing else but his eyes.
I wasn't focused about any other day though, when I was having a nap earlier today I seemed to remember something else about him... his voice. His voice wasn't exactly deep but it wasn't too high either, I did notice, however that when he wanted his voice could be deep.
His voice was smooth, more menacing and threatening when it wanted to be and I remembered a name "Sam?" I mutter jotting down the name on the piece of paper where I had his eye drawn down.
Obviously, I wasn't an artist but the eye I had drawn was good enough for me to remember what it looked like even though I saw them every night.
The dream, it disappeared within seconds of waking up but I'd always sleep with a pen and paper scribbling down anything I could remember, but it would all come back the moment I fell asleep.
a tower? sam? a jet... a jet?
They gave me no hints, at first I thought it could have been Tony Stark given the tower and the jet but Stark's voice couldn't be that deep even if you gave me testosterone.
Besides, Stark didn't have blue eyes. I've seen him on the television enough times to know that brown was not blue.
Yesterday I had asked my best friend if she had any dreams like these, spectating a man and his everyday life but every time I asked, she would deflect and ask if I was on my meds.
My meds aren't even for a mental illness or anything, it was for my asthma.
I sketched the blue eyes over and over again, trying to make a face out of it but each time ending in someone with blonde hair and small lips. Although that could be the guy, I just dont feel like someone like that would have such a sexy.. hot, voice.
So blonde hair was out of the picture, but what if their hair was dyed. I give up. I placed my sketchbook and pencil on my bedside drawer turning my light off.
Closing my eyes trying to fall asleep once more.
The dream, here I was, there he was. Watching Television? He looked handsome, sure I had seen everything he had done but i can't help but think he was just lost. God he looked hot.
"I can't believe anybody would think this was a news worthy story, can you believe this?" he says holding the remote throwing popcorn in his mouth, he turned around.
He wasn't in his usual dark room, this room was lighter.
"Sam?" he asked turning around, Sam seemed to be well I don't know, I couldn't see.
I could only see him and his surroundings, not the people he fought with or even interacted to.
"Yes Buck I don't believe it" Sam would mumble, Sam sounded American like the man in my dreams but Sam sounded less stressed, less angry all the time.
He had appeared a few times in my dreams of this man, he must've been the man's friend although this man didn't have many friends but it didn't seem to bother him because most of the time he was alone, in his own company and whenever he was he'd enjoy it more than anything else.
He always seem to look down at his arm, his arm was made out of metal almost like Iron man's suit but this arm wasn't a suit it was like apart of him, this was a detail I could never remember but I swear I know some famous guy with a metal arm.
The man scratches his neck "do you get that feeling like you're being watched?" the man asked "we are avengers, of course we would feel watched everyone's on our asses Buck" Buck.... the winter soldier bucky?
Avengers? They had never mentioned this, but I guess thats a given since everybody already knows who they are but then again everyone else can see their faces.
"Bucky" I whisper and he turns around "Did you hear that?" he said.
Did he just hear me? "Hear what Bucky? There's nobody there" Sam says, there it was his face, his perfect face. It was unusually symmetrical for an old man.
"I swear I heard something" Bucky said shrugging it off.
The scenery changed, what? it's never done this before it was always Bucky did it change because I figured out who he was? What the hell is going on.
"you need to get that soldier back online" it was a man, a hydra man. I could see everything here? I have so many questions and no one to answer them, god this sucked, but it was like a james bond film sort of.
"we can't he's been healed" a man stutters "GET HIM BACK, HUNT HIM, CUT HIS OTHER ARM OF JUST FIND HIM" the old man yells smashing the table in half.
Then everything went black, still black and then it's back to Bucky sitting watching TV. "Hydra has a plan Bucky I just cant put my finger on it" Sam said, I could see his face this time.
He was the falcon guy, he was given Captain America's shield but gave it to the local museum or whatever, I don't know I didn't catch up.
I start saying my number "x-xxx-xxx-xxxx" it was faint, I couldn't even hear my own voice for once. Bucky and Sam look around "you heard that right?" I had never been able to speak to them before, this was odd.
Maybe the universe wasn't after Bucky like he always says it is, but out of all people why me? Maybe he gets the same dreams I do "hello" Bucky says spinning around.
"hello?" I say "who are you?" Sam yells "relax you don't have to yell.." I say quietly, they were both now standing at a table where I was situated on the opposite side of them.
"you can hear me?" I ask them and they nod "can you see us?" Sam asked "yeah uh hello im right in front of you, I suppose you can't see me" I say look around "are you like dead?" Bucky said.
"If I was dead, I wouldn't be here. Come on James pull yourself together" I mumble "repeat the number" Sam says pulling out a pen "ugh x-xxx-xxx-xxxx" I repeat, I could now feel myself waking up and everything falling apart "call me, say your names and hopefully I'll remember and explain it all" I say.
My voice was fading away, the vision would go from black to seeing them again until it went completely black "You feel that, the presence its gone" Bucky says "are you a psychic?" Sam said, their voices faded.
my phone started ringing and I sat up immediately, so it was like a real real person.
I answered the phone hello is this y/n y/l/n i hope so the voice said, why could I remember everything now? I remember who he is, James Buchanan Barnes the Winter Soldier.
"Bucky?" I whisper, the image of his beautiful face printed in my mind thats me uh who are you why could i hear you "uh I can't quite explain it" I stutter grabbing my paper and pen taking down his number incase it disappeared when I hung up.
"hydra know where you are" I say whilst writing the number what, how do you even know? "I dont know i just have these visions I could explain it but uh I dont know how" I continue to stutter.
What was I suppose to say, Hey Bucky I see you all the time but you can't see me and sometimes, I don't remember it but like for some reason right now I can.
great then where are you another voice said "Sam?" I ask how do you know who i am? he asked "god I don't know if only I could just like explain it all but now im paranoid" I clear my throat looking around my room.
It looked as if it wasn't my room anymore, the room started distorting "oh god" I say what, what's happening? the voice said over the phone "i dont know i've never had this before" I clear my throat, the old man from hydra, how? what?
"look i know you are across the world but when you're on your way back message me and meet me at the closest cafe to the tower" I say before hanging up.
I stand up getting out of my bed who are you the man spins around "wait you can see me" I ask, how is this even possible. how did you get in here the old man says walking towards me grabbing my arm "i-i i'm sorry sir i have no clue who you even are, or how i even got here" I clear my throat.
get out of here girl, this is no place for you he says throwing me at the door as I shut my eyes. I wait to feel my face against the wall but a couple minutes go by and still no wall, I slowly open my eyes and I was back in my room. My phone on my bed with my drawings.
My phone vibrates constantly, I speed walk over to my phone
hello?
hello?
y/n?
where did you go?
are you alright?
we are on our way.
Be safe.
im fine jesus christ
great sorry
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Bucky's POV
My thoughts ran wild, I had sworn for the past few nights I had felt someone's presence lurking in the shadows, following me.
Then I heard her voice, I swore I was mad but then I heard her voice, it was like the voice of an angel. Staring at my phone waiting for a response.
im fine jesus christ
A weight was lifted off my shoulders, I hadn't particularly known her for ten minutes and I was already worried about her, thinking about what she was doing.
"Sam we need to go see her" I finally speak up "No Kidding" Sam rolled his eyes, I turn to see he was already packed. Had I been standing for long?
Packing my backs Sam taps his food against the wooden floor "Shield says to take her with us, if she knows hydra, hydra knows her" he says and I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe with a serious face.
"great, another passenger as if Zemo wasn't enough" I rolled my eyes at him getting back to packing "Zemo was your doing, your responsibility" Sam says I can hear his judgy tone "you're worried for the poor girl aren't you" he asks as I throw my bag over my shoulder walking past.
"That's why your acting like you don't care" he runs up to me "I don't care for the girl, I care about myself not going back to that monster alright and if she has answers I want them, lets go" I mumble grabbing Zemo as we walk out to the car.
My mind for once was clear, clear for everything except her. What did she look like?
I imagine black hair with brown eyes or maybe brown hair with brown eyes. It was all so thrilling to me, if her voice was enough to calm me imagine how beautiful she is.
"we will be there tonight so I suppose we'd have to surprise her at her apartment, luckily shields kind of pervy for that kind of stuff" Sam says handing me a file, I hold it seeing a top of a photo which I presume to be a photo of her.
I wanted to open it, but I didn't want to invade her privacy, to know everything on record about her. "aren't you going to open it" Sam asks "well of course he won't he doesn't want to spoil the mission" Zemo says in a snarky tone.
"Talk one more time and I'm throwing you out mid ride I'm serious man" Sam says "look she isn't a mission, I just don't want to intrude on her privacy i mean she's 24" I say "exactly she's 24 what could be the worst on her file" Sam says, I take a look at the thick file.
There was no way she didn't have a secret with a file this big, she must have some special thing going on.
"Sam, I'm not going to alright" I mumble "fine" he says. My phone buzzes once more and I open it.
are you actually gonna meet me though,
isn't it like ridiculous you know
im not having second thoughts.
you are so having second thoughts
we are on our way now but we
won't be there until tonight
Im assuming you have my file
read it if you want im sure everyone
already has.
it's fine, sam knows where you are
so i guess keep an ear out for us
be safe
i will jeesh you old people are so
... weary
I chuckle at my phone screen and Sam looks next to me "is it that girl from the restaurant?" he asked "what girl?" I ask "you know the waitress" he said, she was alright her voice was smooth but not as smooth as y/n.
Why was I so attracted to her, I hadn't even seen her and I haven't even known her for a day what made her so special that made me forget about the real world for a brief moment.
Sam looked at my phone "oh its y/n" he said "she was just asking a question" I say putting my phone in my pocket taking off my jacket "god this thing itches my arm" I say scratching my arm "that gets itchy" Sam says "not his metal arm fool" Zemo says.
I'm so thankful Zemo was
rich, otherwise we'd still be here by the end of the day. I'm far too eager to meet y/n right now, I don't know why.
Sam pulls the car over at the airport runway and Zemo's butler is there waiting, the butler smiles and I roll my eyes stepping foot into the jet.
Y/N's POV
It started getting late and I finally got off work, working overtime sure sucks but it distracted myself from the fact that I might be meeting the man in my dream that's not only handsome but an avenger.
The avenger thing didn't really matter to me, it would shock a lot of other people but my life doesn't revolve around superheroes... or it didn't.
Walking through my apartment door was a relief, smelling my homely scent flopping back onto my sofa turning on the TV throwing my jacket and bag on the floor like it was rubbish being tossed in the bin.
Now it started getting really late and time was going by fast, 9pm, 10pm, 11:30pm, 12am. When are they coming?
are you far?
I dont think so, i dont know nyc
that well but uh i'd assume we aren't
far since we are driving
i hope you aren't driving and
texting old man that is very very
dangerous
I laugh at my cheeky text, he had been looking out for me the whole time he was on his way. Rightfully so I suppose because hydra knows who I am now, thanks to this stupid vision stuff.
Bucky had been on my mind all day at work, not for any particular reason but he just was, well I guess there was a reason. He was coming to my house.
A couple minutes later I hear footsteps getting closer to my front door "PLEASE TELL ME ITS THEM" I yell throwing my head back and then I hear a knock at the door. Rubbing my eyes I stand up and walk over to the door, opening it to be greeted by three men.
"great I forgot the jailbird was with you" I yawn placing my hand out, Bucky shaking it, then Sam and then Zemo "y/n" Bucky nods "Come in" I say inviting them in.
"I was starting to fall asleep, I thought you'd finally let it go" I say "no we're not letting it go, if you know hydra, hydra knows you" Sam says and I nod, I've had a history with Hydra when I was a teenager I killed a few of their agents not long after the death of my parents.
"now which one of yous read my file" I say "drink?" I ask and none of the nod "great because uh I'm broke, new york is expensive" I mumble, I was extremely tired waiting for these idiots.
"zemo and I read your file, Bucky refused said it was an intrusion of privacy" Sam says as they all sit on my sofa, I stand infront of them "you, didn't read my file when I said you could" I point to Bucky who nods, I may have sounded rude but my heart was beating so fast it could be exploding in any second just by looking at him.
"well I just didn't want to" Bucky shrugged.
"Right, I just wasted your time honestly so I'm going to bed" I turn walking off "What?" Sam says "Look I love your guys saving the world thing, but my memory is currently weaker than Bucky's and he is like 80 years older than" I say "no offence" I smile sweetly to him.
"Luckily for you I have a spare mattress and a blow up mattress for when my friends stay over, follow" I say as they all stand up. I lead them to my spare room that had a queen bed and a queen mattress, despite these mattresses being STRICTLY for my friends I'm sure they wouldn't mind a few hot guys sleeping in them.
"If someone doesn't want to snuggle then the sofa is an option" I say opening the door to the spare room "the blow up is underneath, its no luxury but crash where ever in the house that isn't my room" I say yawning scratching the top of my head.
"I promise, you will wake up with more intel and whatever" I say "explore the apartment, end room is not to be walked in to" I continue and the all stare at me with blank faces except for Bucky who was grinning whilst licking his lips, god it was so hot (gif).
"goodnight, dont let the bed bugs bite" I smile closing the door leaving all three grown up men in the room to fend for ourselves "she so handed it to you" Zemo
said "Shut it" Sam said as I laugh and walk off.
Before I go to sleep, I usually go to grab a bottle of water to drink whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, so I exited my room and walked into the living area then the kitchen area to see Bucky on the sofa.
"you got the shit show, how did the other guy get the blow up" I say grabbing two bottles of water out "I know right" he chuckles poking his head up looking towards me as I walked over handing him a bottle "thanks" he smiled.
I sat on my coffee table staring at him as he sat up, "do I have anything to worry about" he asked and I shake my head "if you read my files you'd know i have the best gunman award in SHIELD and I'm a great double agent" I say cocking an eyebrow "for a 24 year old huh" he says and I nod "yup" I smile, the time was probably 1am and instead of going to bed I was talking to the man in my dreams.
"how did you get these visions?" he asked "again Bucky if you read my files you'd know, SHIELD never told me that but they are random or thats what I was told" I mumble "any other questions war boy?" I say standing up "do you get nightmares, like do you see what I dream about?" he asked.
I had remembered the time in his apartment where he was dreaming about him, the winter soldier. He had woke up in a sweat before turning on the TV to see the news of the fraud Captain America.
"a few times" I said "but if you were going to ask me if i hate you for it, to put it easy, I don't" I shrug "I don't know why, but, I'd rather know than not and it doesn't scare me" I smile as he smiles back.
This was the first time I had seen him smile, ever. It was a very bright smile to say the least, it was beautiful.
"uh if you need me, i'll be in my room" I smile as he nods "goodnight" he whispers and I wave him goodbye.
part 2: man in my dreams (PT2)
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HOT TOMALES! I just got a great idea for a request! Bakugo, Fatgum, Sero, and Hawks hcs of them with a black!fem!s/o but she has a Galaxy quirk. It gives her purple blue eyes with stars and constellation pupils that changes when she blinks, she blushes stardust and mini stars, has sparkly tears, and her quirk allows her to use black holes, comet like projectiles, and she can make mini stars and planets appear from her energy along with spreading stars and constellation like freckles all over her body. (I saw these gorgeous art designs and I couldn’t help myself. I do not own the art, they are just inspiration to me for this request 😭✨)
“She’s Out of This World” - Headcannons
Pairings: bakugou, fatgum, sero, and hawks x black!fem! reader
Pronouns: she/her
Warnings: none...besides a few curse words (cough...bakugou...cough)
Thanks for another great request <3
He definitely was NOT looking forward to the new foreign student joining the class when Aizawa first announced it
But then you stepped through the oversized doorway and he very obviously did a double take
Bakubitch was seeing stars...literally...you were flustered and blushing stardust
Bakugou thought that you were hot and your quirk was cool...though he would NOT admit it
He was definitely overly aggressive towards you when you met each other because bby boi didn’t know how to express his feelings
Hi crush grew when he saw you wouldn’t take his shit and you talked back...(he thought that was hot as fuck)
“Hey (y/n)-chan?” Midoriya asked from his seat, his half burnt journal out as he held a pen in his hand. His green eyes were wide as he looked you over before scribbling things down
Bakugou wasn’t saying anything and was pretending to be on his phone but he would look up every so often to see if you found Deku as annoying as he did
He was kinda bummed when he saw you didn’t
“What’s up Midoriya?” You asked back as Midoriya looked back up at you, loosing his train of thought when he saw the constellations in your eyes change and shooting stars in the purple-blue orbs when you blinked or got excited.
“C-can you make stars and planets and stuff?” He asked after a pause. This caught the explosive blonde’s attention as he watched you smile and nod.
“Yeah...do you want me to do it now?” Everyone nodded in response to your question, their eyes now focusing on you.
A mini galaxy began to appear above your hands, a small smile on your face as you looked at everyone’s excited and impressed faces.
“Woah! You’re really hot!” Mineta said, catching you off guard as your eyes widened and you cheeks became covered in stardust, a shooting star appearing above your head.
“T-thanks.” You grew even more flustered as some of the other boys agreed
Bakugou glared daggers at Mineta for breathing near you, so the fact that he talked to you was pissing him off even more
Mineta’s ass got BEAT after school and the next day Mineta wouldn’t even look at you
You caught the satisfied smirk on Bakugou’s face that he tried to hide when he saw Mineta practically piss his pants
“You know you could just talk to me...” You said from your seat behind Bakugou with a small laugh as Bakugou tried to hide his quickly reddening cheeks
He LOVES to talk about you and show you off, even if not a lot of people get to see you together because y’all are pro-heros
Will definitely talk everyone’s ears off when given the chance about how cool your galaxy quirk is and how strong and powerful you are to the point where some of his friends are convinced you aren’t real because they haven’t seen you together
No one questions him anymore after you joined him and his two interns on patrol when they spotted you after you had just finished your own patrol
“Excuse me.” You looked down when you felt a small tug at your belt, seeing a little girl with pigtails and warm brown eyes.
“Hi sweetheart.” You smiled widely at the girl as you kneeled to her level, noticing the doll of you in her arms and the small stars that were drawn on her cheeks.
“I wanna be just like you when I grow up! I already told my mommy!” The little girl told you excitedly as a woman who looks like the older version of the little girl in front of you smiles at you with a hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“I think you’ll make a great hero one day.” You told her as her eyes seemed to shine in adoration. Her little hand touched the stars on your cheek as she mumbled about how pretty it was.
“Thank you.” You laughed lightly as the little girl blushed.
“I can make sunlight!” She explained after a moment, excitedly showing you her hands that formed the little ball of light.
“Watch this.” You smiled, putting your hands around hers as you made tiny planets and a mini galaxy around her little ball of light that looked like a sun.
“Woah!” The little girl excitedly jumped up and down before hugging you as her mother thanked you before the pair walked off. You stood turning when you felt eyes on you.
It was your boyfriend, Toyomitsu and his two interns who had been watching the little exchange with small smiles.
“Are these your interns!” You asked him excitedly as you pulled at his large hand, eyeing the two teenagers.
“Mmhmm.” He nodded proudly. “Isn’t she out of this world?” He asked to the boys with a laugh.
You rolled your eyes at his corny joke, but let out a small laugh.
“Do you want to join us?”
“Of course! Toyomitsu literally doesn’t stop talking about you two! It’s great to finally meet you.”
“Really? He hasn’t stopped talking about you either.” Kirishima said as your starry purple and blue eyes looked from the redhead to your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. He just smiled at you, a soft pink covering his cheeks as he shrugged.
Flex tape is super into you from the moment he saw you, but he was too nervous to say anything to you in the beginning
He was convinced you would go for someone like him (which is stupid bc he’s so cute)...he was obviously wrong
Both you and Sero’s quirks have pretty practical applications, especially when you generated small suns and moons as light sources
The first time you generated a black hole kinda scared him tho...even if it was a small one
Once you convinced him that you had complete control over the black hole, he wasn’t so nervous about it anymore.
Definitely takes advantage of the black hole creation ability of your quirk now too
“Hey (y/n) can you come over?” Your boyfriend called you. This made you nervous because you thought something bad could’ve happened...like that one time Sero had accidentally gotten his tape stuck in a fan while it was accidentally stuck in his hair
“What happened? Did you start a fire? Was Denki involved? Is there another fan, because I can go get my scissors again!” You said quickly as you stood at his door in the dorms.
You had rushed there so it had only taken you a moment to get there after he had hung up.
“Nope...no fire, Kaminari wasn’t involved, and there isn’t another fan incident...but I kinda broke the vacuum cleaner and there’s glitter all over my room.”
“Why is there glitter everywhere?” You looked from the mess all on the floor to your boyfriend who smiled sheepishly at you.
“Well, Kaminari thought it would be fun to do a prank...and the test kinda backfired...”
“I thought you said Kaminari wasn’t involved?”
“Uh-” He stopped when you held your hand up with a sigh.
“What am I supposed to do about this Hanta?”
“I was thinking that maybe you could use a black hole...since it’s kinda like a vacuum?”
“Fine.” You sighed after a pause in conversation, nodding once before you made a small black hole appear in your hand. Pointing it towards the floor you sucked up all of the glitter before making the black hole disappear again.
“I knew it would be faster than a vacuum!” Sero told you as he hugged and thanked you.
“Don’t be so messy next time...and maybe stay away from the glitter.” You laughed.
Keigo was kind of caught off guard when he first saw you.
He originally thought your quirk had just changed your appearance and that it was only creating stars, well until one day...
You see, the pair of you had moved in together and had also gotten a dog because why the hell not?
Anyways Keigo was supposed to be getting home any moment from patrol and since you had been off that day, you stayed home with your dog
“Did you have to ruin your toys so quickly? We just brought you this ball.” You complained to the small rambunctious animal who simple stared up at you with big brown eyes and a wag of its tail.
“Alright, let’s try this then.” You said after thinking for a moment. You created a small planet before throwing it down the hall. If your dog broke it, you could simply make a new one and it wouldn’t be a waste of money.
The dog happily chased after it before appearing a moment later with the small blue planet in its mouth. It put the sphere down at your feet, looking up at you and waiting for you to throw it again.
The door opened as you threw it down the hall again, Keigo walking into the house after just getting off.
He set his goggles on the table by the door along with his special headphones, taking his gloves and jacket off at the door.
“I’m home, Birdie.” He called out as your dog ran towards him and dropped the strange new ball that he didn’t remember getting at his feet.
“I’m in here.”
“Weird.” The pro-hero mumbled before tossing the ball again and walking towards where your voice had come from.
“How was patrol?” You asked as your dog appeared again, the broken planet in front of him on the ground at your feet.
“It was fine...nothing major.” He answered simply, watching as you sighed giving a look to your dog before putting your hands together and making another small sphere, this time a purple color.
“Try not to break it so quickly this time.” You told the dog before tossing it.
“What was that?” He questioned as you looked at him confused. “When you put your hands together?” He clarified.
“Oh...did I forget to tell you? He broke his new ball, so I created a planet for him. I just figured it would be easier than buying him another toy that he’ll just end up destroying.” You shrugged.
“You can make planets?”
“Among other things.” You laughed softly at the surprised face he made. “I thought I told you.”
“No...but that’s cool as hell! What else can you do?” He asked, his eyes not leaving yours as he laid his head in your lap as you both sat on the couch with you explaining your quirk in depth.
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Hi! I saw you were shipping people and I’ve been binging all of your posts, and I’ve never really done this before but I’d love to see which marauder you’d ship me with, if you’re still taking requests and have the time!!
I’m 5’10, a little heavier set. I have curly, dark hair that goes just below my shoulders and brown eyes. I literally present myself as if I’m from the 70’s. I wear bellbottoms and classic rock tees, I feather my curls, and i almost always have twiggy lashes drawn under my eyes. I can thank my cancer rising for my round moon face and eyes lol. I’m also a Pisces sun and Aquarius moon, a slytherin, and infp-t. I’m a bartender and have been a bartender/server for a long time, but i’m going to school to be a music therapist. I am that art hoe lmao I love all forms of art; like traditional physical art as well as music, dance, theatre, fashion, makeup, etc. I collect vinyl and vintage books. My favorite artists right now are Led Zeppelin, Elton John, Janis Joplin, Queen and The Rolling Stones, but I legitimately only listen to music made before 1980. I’m also very much into the occult and astrology and divination.
My big fandoms are HP(specifically marauders) and Supernatural, and maybe PJO, but my favorite shows are Mad Men, That’s 70’s show, Succession, Euphoria, Shameless, It’s Always Sunny plus many more and some of my favorite movies are Across the Universe, Girl, Interrupted, Midsommar, Dazed and Confused, Casablanca, and Butterfield 8.
Thank you so much for your time!!
A/n : Omg your the sweetest thank you so much dude and you seem so cool :) im a little rusty so im so so sorry if its bad but hope you like it <3
I ship you with Sirius black
- You and Sirius met at a record shop and from the second you walked through that door and Sirius saw you in your dark washed bell bottoms and Led Zeppelin t-shirt he was in love. He didn’t now it yet but he was gonna find out very very soon . I think the encounter went like this
* you walk in and immediately do to the classic rock section to take a look *
* Sirius heard the little bell on the entrance door ring and looked up *
The second Sirius laid his eyes on you he wanted to talk to you. He flipped through the records absent mindedly for a few seconds before deciding to go talk to you
He walked up to you with a queen vinyl in hand
Sirius: hi * he stood there awkwardly suddenly forgetting everything he’s ever known about talking to women which if you ask him is alot *
You : * stoped shuffling through the records and turned to him * hi
You : *went back to looking through the records *
Sirius: whatcha looking for
You : just browsing hoping for some janis j. maybe some queen
Sirius: oh um queen has they’re own section in the other side, I’ll take you (
It was only 2 aisles away you could have went alone but he really wanted to talk to you more so he offered
Sirius: im Sirius btw
You : Sirius? Thats a interesting name im y/n
Sirius: thats a beautiful name but i suppose it fits the owner * im back Sirius thought to him self*
You : I’ll admit your smooth Sirius....are you named after the star ?
Sirius : yup my full name is Sirius orion black my parents had a whole star thing going for me and my brother
You : thats lovley very creative
Sirius: probably the best thing about them *mumbling *
You : * flip through the queen section and laugh at Sirius mumbling*
James : * walks into the record store * padfoot me and Remus just finished at the candy store our train leaves in 5 minutes we have to go hurry.....oh hi Sirius’s friend....sorry for stealing Sirius but we have to go your beautiful by the way you should definitely give Sirius your number
Sirius : * glares at James* i was getting to that prong
Sirius: y/n i must go but if i could get your phone number so we can go on a date, maybe dinner and play or movie which ever your more into
You : that sounds lovely Sirius * you take a pen out of your bag and write your number on a gum wrappe *
You : here... call me
Sirius: * smiles * will do love , good bye y/n
You : bye , Orion
- Sirius would absolutely want you to try music therapy on him , he doesn’t completely understand it but he has the spirit
- concerts and live theater are 100% go to dates
I also ship you with Hyde ( steven)
- you and Hyde met at the bar you work at he asked for “ the cheapest but best tasting scotch you have....make that 4. They’re for me and my buddies over here “
You : * nods * coming right up
Hyde : whats your name
You : y/n and you ?
Hyde : hyde
You : that’s a interesting name
Hyde : my real name is steven last name hyde
You: oh i see * you slide him his drinks * *walks to help costumer next to him*
Hyde : * staring at you *
You : so Steven can i interest you in something else or are you just gonna sit there staring at me 
Hyde : well since your asking can i get your number
You : idk lets wait and see how good you tip * you say jokingly *
Hyde : * smirks at you *
Kelso : hyde where the drinks at
Hyde : in a minute kelso
You : think your buddies want you
Hyde : *makes a straight face * * walks away*
You : *smiles and goes back to making drinks*
*later on *
You : * hands him a receipt * ( most bars don’t do receipts but for this sake imma say they do)
Hyde : * grabs it * * sees it has your numbered written on it * *smirks at you as he leaves the money*
- he calls you the next morning ( which if you were to ask him before that day he would say that that was wayy to quick but he has been waiting to call to call you since he walked out of the bar . He invites you to a Led Zeppelin concert
- you guys had the time of your life at that concert . He like the gentleman he pretends not to be drops you off at your house and asks you on a second dates which was just dinner but definitely allowed you guys to get to know each other a little more
- after the 8th date he asks you to be his girlfriend
- record store dates and concert dates are the go to for you guys
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CW: Angst, angst, angst.
Word count: 2916
Nina sighed as she snuggled her pillow. It sucked watching Sidney shake hands in the handshake line, the disappointing end to a good season. She sniffled as she watched Sidney stoically shake hands with the Flyers, disappointment and anger on his face.
This season, the Penguins had drawn the Islanders in the divisional semi-finals. After a hard-fought seven game series, the Pens had finally got past the Isles. However, the Flyers, surprisingly, made it past the Canes and the Battle of Pennsylvania was on. Unlike 2018, the Flyers won this time, in five games. Nina put her phone on vibrate, just in case Sidney called her.
However, Sidney didn’t call that night or for a fucking week. Nina was understanding at first but understanding turned into annoyance when pictures were posted of Sidney golfing with Kasperi, Brandon, and a couple of the single players. Nina just was glad she had the foresight to limit comments on her IG to approved commenters because she had no interest in people asking questions about him.
Scrolling her phone, Nina read a text from Marisa: has he called u yet?
No, Nina simply responded. She wasn’t going to call him first either. Let him have his bitch fit and golf. He didnt tell me he was going to go do that n im not his wife.
Nina’s phone rang and she answered. “Yes, Marisa?”
“Oh, Nina, he’s a douchebag. I can ask Kevin to slash him a couple of times next season,” Marisa commiserated.
Nina replied, “He hasn’t called me or texted me since that night. I haven’t tried to call him since Sunday because fuck that. I know he got his superstitions and everything but, no. Hell no.”
“I agree. Have you been out?”
Nina shook her head before saying, “I was finishing finals so I haven’t been out. Karesha told me we’re going out this coming Friday and, you know I don’t party like that but I will.”
“Give him something to miss,” Marisa advised.
Nina scoffed, “Something to miss? He’s lucky if I let him talk to me whenever he gets back.”
**
Sid groaned as he turned in his bed in Cole Harbour. He was so fucking pissed about the way the season ended; they finally got past the Isles only to get tripped up by fucking Giroux and his Flyers. Fucking Hart was a damn brick wall and fuck, Sidney could sense that his time in the game was coming to a swift close soon. For the past week and in a half, he had been in a funky snit, annoyed and needing to be away after golfing with the boys.
At the same time, he felt like shit. Sidney knew he shouldn’t have avoided Nina’s call; he was still raw from the loss and he didn’t want to expose Nina to that side. But, she hadn’t called or texted him since and Sidney didn’t know how to break the silence that he had created. Picking up his phone, Sidney blinked when he saw all of the messages on his lock screen. The team’s group chat had been busy last night.
Unlocking his phone, Sidney’s eyes bulged when he saw the messages. There were pictures of Nina out, with one of her friends, wearing a dress that was barely there. Her hair was falling straight over her shoulders but what really got Sidney’s attention was the fact that there were guys all around her. Then Nate sent a text; i guess ur single now. Told u not to go home without talking to her
“I’m a fuck up,” Sidney moaned.
“Yup, you are.”
Sidney blinked as he looked at his phone. He managed to call Tanger and Tanger didn’t look pleased.
“Sid, we’ve been friends for a long time but, I didn’t think you were this stupid,” Tanger scolded. “Really?”
“You know with the way the season ended,” Sidney began before Tanger cut him off.
“Nina knows that. She respects that. Nina’s not clingy or needy like some of the other girls. But, Cath told me you haven’t even called or texted her? Wow, Sid, wow.”
Sidney blushed as he listened to one of his closest friends berate him. Tanger was right. But how was he going to even apologize without looking like a bigger dummy?
“Well, you’re already acting like a dummy, Sid, so you might as well look like a bigger dummy,” Tanger snarked. “Nina isn’t like the other girls. She doesn’t need you.”
Sid gritted his teeth at that statement, especially since he knew that it was very true.
Sidney heard French yelling in the background before Tanger stated, “Cath thinks that despite being so good at hockey, you suck at being a person. And you made Nina cry when Cath last talked to her.”
Sidney wanted to slap himself. He made his pretty girl cry. “Fuck,” he yelled.
“Yeah, fuck. Fix it, Sid, instead of fucking yourself over forever.”
Sidney scrolled his phone after Tanger hung up on him. It looked like he was flying into Pittsburgh asap.
**
Nina sighed as she padded in her apartment. Last night was fun, going out with Karesha. They had just gone out to dinner, a jazz lounge, then ended the night at a rooftop bar. Nina knew people had been taking pictures of her all night and that people were wondering where Sidney was but that wasn’t her problem. There had been plenty of guys willing to take her home but Nina wasn’t interested in any of them either. She still wanted Sidney but fuck him too.
Her doorbell rang and Nina looked at the panel. It was Sidney with a pastry box and a wide grin on his face. Nina opened the door with a smile.
“Hi, pretty girl-”
Then she slammed it in his face, her grin growing wider as she loudly locked the door. Just like a man, coming back right when they realized she was getting attention from other men.
“Go away, Crosby, unless you want attention because you’re knocking on my door,” Nina yelled from the inside. Putting her earpods in, Nina cleaned her apartment for the umpteenth time, singing along.
Sidney gritted his teeth outside of Nina’s apartment. He was expecting her to let him in, yell at him, then he would charm his way back in. He didn’t expect to get the door slammed in his face and being told to leave. His desire not to gain extra attention was the only reason he left.
Nina sighed when she heard Sidney stomp away. Her anger was starting to change to sadness, again. She had hoped this would be different but Sidney was just like every other man; ain’t shit at the end of the day.
**
“Take him for all his cash, girl. Then tell him, maybe I'll take you back.”
Nina rolled her eyes as she listened to Jamila. “For someone so wealthy, you sure like to talk about taking men for their cash.”
“It’s like this; men figure out their self-worth by how big their dick is, how many women they fuck, and how much money they have. You don’t want to go to jail so you can’t cut his dick off. So, fleece him and then dump him for good,” Jamila advised.
Nina sighed and Jamila groaned. “Oh my God, please don’t tell me you miss this dumbass. Dude didn’t contact you after losing in their playoffs! He ignored your call! He only contacted you in person after you and ‘Resha went out! The dick can’t be that good!”
Nina sighed as she listened to Jamila. Over the past couple of days, there had been Edible Arrangement deliveries, lunch bought for the staff, cards proclaiming that he was dumb as hell and sorry for being an idiot. And Nina still didn’t respond. No calls, no texts, Nina was still upset and feeling raw.
“Jamila.. Glass houses remember?”
Jamila sighed over the phone. She didn’t really have that much space to talk but she persisted, “You let him off easy, he’s going to walk all over you forever. I know I’m a fuck up but I never let a man walk all over me. Don’t let Mayo Boy, no, he’s Miracle Whip because that shit is disgusting and he hurt you. Don’t let Miracle Whip think he can apologize a couple times and you’ll come running back.”
“I haven’t made any decisions yet. Plus, I’m going away with Desi, Sio, Lauren, and Kim to Phuket. You know, that trip you helped plan but you can’t go on now,” Nina said as she logged into her workstation. Work had become a refuge of sorts. Everyone was pretty much professional, no one brought up anyone’s personal life. It was all about work and the patients and it made Nina happy. “I gotta go, I have a patient at 8:30.”
“Bye girl, and remember what I said,” Jamila replied.
“Byeeee”
Nina hung up and pulled her earpods out of her ears. It was time to focus on another day of work. Before Nina realized it, it was lunch time. Rubbing her temples, she sighed as she thought about lunch. Grabbing her purse and her keys, Nina made her way out of her office. “Rita, I’m going to get lunch,” Nina called out to the receptionist.
However, as soon as she left, Nina saw the infamous Range Rover in the parking lot and she closed her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood and it looked like it was going to get embarrassing for Sidney.
Luckily, it wasn’t Sidney who came out but someone totally different. Nina let out a breath she was holding and walked to her car. Her vacation was coming up in three days and she would be away for two and a half weeks. Sidney would probably leave her alone once he realized she was out of the country. Nina was sure of it, he had to have been icing her out to dump her anyway for the offseason.
**
“Still no call?”
Sidney sighed as Geno plopped in the chair across from his. He had put on his best smile today for Nikita’s birthday but he was feeling the strain.
“None,” he finally replied. Sidney felt so tired and such a fool. The best thing in his life had slipped out of his fingers and it was all his fault.
Geno snickered as Anna strolled in, holding a box. “Zhenya,” she asked before rolling her eyes at Sidney.
“Da,” Geno replied.
Anna started speaking rapid fire Russian, too fast for Sidney to even attempt to keep up. Geno started to laugh when Anna pointed to Sidney before pointing to the box. Then Anna abruptly turned on her heel and left the room.
Confused, Sidney asked, “What was that?”
Anna hadn’t been talking to him and Sidney felt like he was part of the subject of that conversation. Geno chuckled before replying, “Anna said that it’s a shame Nina isn’t here but she made sure to at least have a gift sent for Nikita before going to Thailand.”
Geno didn’t add the rest, which was Anna saying Nina had better manners than his captain, to at least send a gift that she didn’t have to send, before disappearing. He wasn’t interested in kicking his captain when he was down.
Sidney winced. Part of him felt a bit happy that Nina was somewhere, having fun but it was without him so it was his fault.
“Oh, look at this, Nina’s riding elephant,” Geno crowed as he looked at instagram. Sidney looked at the picture. Nina was riding an elephant, making some kind of triangle symbol with her hands. Then he looked at the comments and the first one said: look at you, dropping baggage and having fun.
Geno snickered before saying, “Poor Sid.”
“Not supportive, Geno,” Sidney remarked, closing his eyes.
There was a pause before Geno replied, “Maybe donate money to things Nina likes. Maybe she’ll talk to you when she gets back.”
**
Sidney checked his phone for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “Cros, she’s not going to text you.”
Sidney rolled his eyes at Tazer’s annoyed tone. Webs, Pricey, and Tanger laughed at him. They were all in Toronto together for a team Canada thing but that was over and they were out for drinks.
“Heard you fucked up, badly,” Webs stated in a dry tone. “When in doubt, always apologize first and buy the woman her favorite thing second.”
“Nina’s not big on buying stuff,” Sidney absentmindedly replied. Getting Nina to splurge on herself was like going to the dentist. It wasn’t fun.
One thing Sidney did realize from off and on monitoring Nina's Instagram was that she was big on helping out at the Greater Pittsburgh Community Food Bank, she liked volunteering at the Humane Animal Rescue of Pittsburgh, and every year, she volunteered at a pop-up shop for girls who wanted to go to prom but couldn’t afford it.
Sidney wrote five figure checks to each organization, in Nina’s name, no strings attached. Sidney was serious about trying to get his pretty girl back and he knew that Nina was serious about volunteering and giving back. Now, he was just waiting to see Nina’s reaction. If Nina told him thanks but it was over, Sidney would be upset but he could accept it.
There were no texts that night but that morning, Sidney woke up to a text from Nina. It was a simple thank you but it meant more than anything to Sidney at that moment.
**
Nina sighed as she looked at the thank you cards that had been waiting for her when she returned home. This was so out of the ordinary, she had to text Sidney when she saw them. It was more meaningful than gifts.
The trip to Phuket had been amazing but there had been a tinge of sadness for Nina. She enjoyed riding the elephants, experiencing the beaches, going diving, everything. It was truly the vacation she had been waiting to have, after Covid and then switching jobs had pushed everything back. Despite her best efforts, Nina missed Sidney. She missed that dumbass hockey player, he had wormed into her heart that easily. She missed him and was still supremely angry at him. Nina felt like the biggest dumbass on earth. As she waited for him to show up at her place, she wanted to bang her head into the wall. I fucked up by dating him, Nina said to herself.
Her doorbell rung and Nina opened the door. It was Sidney, hands in his pockets, no gifts this time. He ached to bring her into his arms but Sidney wouldn’t touch Nina unless she gave him permission.
There was a stony silence after Sidney closed the door, neither willing to say the first word. Nina tried to summon some of the anger she had but all that was left was pain and sadness. Before she even realized, a couple tears had slipped. Sidney saw them and his composure completely crumbled. He did the one thing he swore he would never do; he made his pretty girl cry.
Nina hiccupped as Sidney pulled her into his arms. He just held her as she cried. “Fuck you, Sidney Crosby. I felt like you were icing me out before dumping me. Fuck you, you fucking jagoff.”
“I-I should have said something but I was so pissed and I didn’t want to lash out at you. Then it just snowballed,” Sidney said, heartbreaking as Nina sniffled.
“You’re such a fucking dumbass. I don’t even know why I’m even considering taking you back.”
Sidney said, “I just didn’t want to burden you with everything I go through at the end of the season, especially when it’s disappointing.”
“Fuck that, Sidney.” Nina glared up at him, the big dummy. “Communication, it means that if you say you’re in a relationship, you communicate. You should have even sent a text, ‘I’m pissed as fuck, going golfing with the boys, be back soon’ or even just periodically texted those stupid hi and good morning beautiful texts. How would you feel if I didn’t call or text you and went away?”
Sidney paused as he considered Nina’s point. He was unhappy he didn’t know that Nina had gone away without telling him but he couldn’t say anything now. “Your face says it all, Crosby,” Nina snarked.
“I’m sorry, Nina,” Sidney said, deep from his heart.
Nina sighed, she could tell he was truly sorry. “Those donations… they were a total surprise. They all needed the money and are dear to me. But the Pittsburgh Prom Dress giveaway, we always need more funds since it doesn’t get as many donations around the year. Your donation not only allowed us to provide more dresses this prom season, it also allowed us to expand our collection so that we could provide suits as well as dresses. Thank you, Sidney.”
“You’re welcome,” he sincerely replied.
Keeping her cheek on his chest, Nina said, “I’m dumb because I really am considering taking you back. But don’t ever do that again.”
Pulling away a bit, Nina looked deep into Sidney’s eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’m clingy, I don’t require much, but don’t even do that again. I don’t need you to call me everyday but don’t ever ignore me like that again, Sidney.”
“I won’t, I swear,” Sidney promised, happy that his pretty girl was talking to him again.
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